<?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-6629325353843286781</id><updated>2011-08-24T06:38:00.505-07:00</updated><category term='timp'/><category term='ora de fizica'/><category term='2009'/><category term='dansam'/><category term='scena'/><category term='bang'/><category term='Youtube'/><category term='NU TE INTERESEAZA'/><category term='fericire'/><category term='gabi'/><category term='Jeff Thomas'/><category term='stuff'/><category term='spital'/><category term='happyness'/><category term='thing'/><category term='cosmin'/><category term='divers'/><category term='zapada'/><category term='zile'/><category term='La multi ani'/><category term='mama'/><category term='scoala'/><category term='iluzie.'/><category term='neconditionat'/><category term='pian'/><category term='decembrie'/><category term='judecata'/><category term='filmulete'/><category term='noi.Cosmin'/><category term='ghips'/><category term='regret'/><category term='ratacind'/><category term='Revelion.'/><category term='Eddy'/><category term='michael jackson'/><category term='God'/><category term='cacat.'/><category term='gata.'/><category term='mada'/><category term='etc'/><category term='memory'/><category term='normal'/><category term='muhaha'/><category term='pizza'/><category term='album'/><category term='fire'/><category term='eticheta.'/><category term='Probleme'/><category term='delirareeeeeeee'/><category term='15'/><category term='e vina ta'/><category term='leapsa.'/><category term='dot dot dot.'/><category term='despre oameni si realizari'/><category term='Love etc.'/><category term='sick'/><category term='mana'/><category term='stupid'/><category term='portocaliu'/><category term='ploua'/><category term='vise'/><category term='tipi'/><category term='berbec'/><category term='e primavara'/><category term='timp liber'/><category term='Andrei'/><category term='vama veche'/><category term='iarta-ma Mada...'/><category term='331'/><category term='cana verde'/><category term='Muzica etc.'/><category term='prima zi de liceu sau tot ce nu a fost bine azi.'/><category term='dor...'/><category term='cer'/><category term='teza'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='plimbare'/><category term='personalitate'/><category term='ceva sentiment.'/><category term='about'/><category term='el.'/><category term='frate'/><category term='mda'/><category term='dor.'/><category term='fictiune'/><category term='prieteni si amintiri.'/><category term='cald'/><category term='131'/><category term='urasc franceza'/><category term='c&apos;est fini'/><category term='soul'/><category term='poezie'/><category term='libertate'/><category term='clipa'/><category term='bobocsssss'/><category term='te iubesc'/><category term='omor'/><category term='mada .'/><category term='crize de toate felurile'/><category term='poze'/><category term='vacantaaa'/><category term='radio'/><category term='bucuresteni'/><category term='miercuri... bla bla'/><category term='Atat am spus.'/><category term='dizzy'/><category term='blabla'/><category term='zbb'/><category term='nu e ioana...:(  fara crize de ras'/><category term='music'/><category term='bleh'/><category term='fentezii'/><category term='chitara'/><category term='viciii'/><category term='fularul meu'/><category term='voluntriate'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='actorie.'/><category term='pod'/><category term='va iubesc'/><category term='banchet'/><category term='hehe'/><category term='joi'/><category term='teatru'/><category term='sec'/><category term='sambata'/><category term='vorbe'/><category term='ionie'/><category term='diferit de nimic'/><category term='viata'/><category term='Luni'/><category term='blalba'/><category term='Lucian'/><category term='mosu&apos;'/><category term='calendar'/><category term='luni.'/><category term='telefon'/><category term='sad'/><category term='eddie.'/><category term='neconditionat.'/><category term='malina'/><category term='iubesc'/><category term='Chefless'/><category term='brad'/><category term='nervi.'/><category term='jingle bell rock'/><category term='dobitoc'/><category term='soare'/><category term='ipocrizie'/><category term='Azuzephre'/><category term='borexim'/><category term='apa'/><category term='stari'/><category term='vreau sa...'/><category term='liceu'/><category term='ningeee.'/><category term='ianuarie blabla'/><category term='concert'/><category term='iarna'/><category term='Eddie'/><category term='Pitis'/><category term='oare? om. viata'/><category term='tehnologie.'/><category term='frig'/><category term='diferit'/><category term='Puc'/><category term='99'/><category term='Mika'/><category term='altele.'/><category term='vineri'/><category term='STEEV'/><category term='MARE'/><category term='schimbare...'/><category term='copilarie'/><category term='Tudor'/><category term='riscuri'/><category term='prieteni.'/><category term='oraseee'/><category term='duhneste. etc'/><category term='about Mada and Pitty.'/><category term='ha'/><category term='credinta'/><category term='diriga'/><category term='clasa'/><category term='dezbateri'/><category term='Basescu...'/><category term='realitate'/><category term='Briana'/><category term='marti'/><category term='songs'/><category term='oameni'/><category term='vara'/><category term='altceva.'/><category term='genial'/><category term='romania'/><category term='Amintiri'/><category term='ioana'/><category term='actorie'/><category term='horoscop'/><category term='dreptate'/><category term='p.s'/><category term='eu'/><category term='lasitate'/><category term='craciun'/><category term='edi'/><category term='atat.'/><category term='neinteles.'/><category term='miercuri'/><category term='termosss'/><category term='moarte'/><category term='degete'/><category term='lasa-ma'/><category term='ma duc sa dansez.'/><category term='febra'/><category term='macaroane'/><category term='dezamagire'/><category term='activitati'/><category term='te iubesc.'/><category term='Cosminn'/><category term='kill me.'/><category term='viroza'/><category term='dap'/><category term='fara chef'/><category term='taxi'/><category term='intrebare'/><category term='daa'/><category term='visator'/><category term='bucuresti'/><category term='Oameni verzi'/><category term='party'/><category term='2010'/><category term='Viata anterioara'/><category term='booring'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='tabara'/><category term='eddi'/><category term='din viata altcuiva'/><category term='Radu'/><category term='chestii'/><category term='brasov'/><category term='forgotten hopes'/><category term='grup'/><category term='zambete'/><category term='herastrau'/><category term='ei bine pur si simplu eu'/><category term='Noi'/><category term='kisselef'/><category term='De ce?'/><category term='ciudat'/><category term='imaginatie.'/><category term='infinit.'/><category term='martie'/><category term='preafericitul'/><category term='crize de ras'/><title type='text'>Life of a Stranger...</title><subtitle type='html'>I won't let this build up inside of me...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>416</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-5567391876742033647</id><published>2011-08-09T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T17:54:04.390-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neconditionat.'/><title type='text'>M-am trezit,nefericit, plecase fericirea in zori de zi...</title><content type='html'>Acum ceva vreme invatam despre importanta libertatii, acum tot ce pot face este sa accept faptul ca-mi este impus sa inteleg pericolul ei. Invatam ca un zambet valoreaza cat o mie de cuvinte, iar acum aflu ca este singurul raspuns ironic care doare mai putin. Auzeam cum ca iubirea este cel mai frumos sentiment, dar nimeni nu mi-a spus ce trebuie sa faci ca sa ajungi acolo, sau de cate ori trebuie sa cazi, pana a ajunge la performanta de a te ridica fara sa cazi la loc.&lt;br /&gt;Stiam ca nu e frumos sa judeci, sau sa razi de oameni, azi vad ca unii oameni din asta traiesc. Am crescut cu dorinta de a fi cine vreau eu sa fiu si aflu ca este un lux pe care nu mi-l pot permite.&lt;br /&gt;Stiam ca visele sunt pentru a fi indeplinite, mai tarziu in schimb am aflat cat de usor pot fi distruse.&lt;br /&gt;Am crezut intr-o lume in care pot sa zambesc neconditionat, am crezut in lumea respectiva si visul mi-a fost distrus cand m-am trezit intr-o lume moarta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum ceva vreme incepeam sa ma cunosc pe mine ca mai tarziu sa pot intelege restul oamenilor, acum ma chinui sa inteleg restul oamenilor pentru a ma cunoaste pe mine.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt inconjurata de oameni care injura tara in care s-au nascut si oamenii alaturi de care traiesc. Am crescut intr-o lume de visatori si m-am blocat mai tarziu intr-o lume de ipocriti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu una, ma simt bine. Pentru ca indiferent de ce stiti voi, ce spuneti voi, inainte sa ajung aici, cand invatam despre tot ceea ce ar trebuii sa intalnesc, era totul magic. Si nu e nimic diferit acum, doar ca nimeni nu mai crede in magie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-5567391876742033647?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/5567391876742033647/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=5567391876742033647&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/5567391876742033647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/5567391876742033647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2011/08/m-am-trezitnefericit-plecase-fericirea.html' title='M-am trezit,nefericit, plecase fericirea in zori de zi...'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-6145737032724237742</id><published>2011-06-15T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T12:11:19.925-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libertate'/><title type='text'>And maybe there is no freedom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Cum sa crezi asta? Sunt oameni care o fac, sunt oameni care nu cred in libertate, in puterea ei, sau in fericirea pe care ar putea sa ti-o ofere.&lt;br /&gt;Si defapt, ce e libertatea pentru noi? Este o zi libera? Este o zi in care scapam de griji? Este doar un sentiment temporar sau poate este un obiect care sa descrie libertatea cuiva? Este ea oare o ramura a gandirii si a psihicului sau este ea oare un abis neinteles? Este o persoana, sau este o amintire? Este castiarea unei lupte, sau lupta in sine? Este ceva anume, sau nu este nimic? Este poate totul? &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618525553542132722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KuYz314wDU0/TfkDOQRVc_I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/MvDw-66eOUs/s200/tumblr_lme2j14Sbj1qgt8lbo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un anume "el" zicea ca "A fi om, inseamna sa poti cadea la infinit". Am pastrat asta ca motto, am gandit sintagma asta zile si luni si ani, am cautat intelesuri in mii si mii de moduri si in mii si mii de locuri si persoane, carti si oameni mari.&lt;br /&gt;Am incercat sa o dau pe toate partile, sa o intorc sa ii caut alternative. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Libertatea mea este felul in care iti fugaresti viata sau esti fugarit de ea intr-un spatiu infinit. Acest infinit are o limita pe care pasim fugarind viata, aceasta limita fiind cerul de sub noi, cerul albastru pe care il indragim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Atat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[P.S : Mersi Cata pentru poza:*]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-6145737032724237742?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/6145737032724237742/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=6145737032724237742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/6145737032724237742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/6145737032724237742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2011/06/and-maybe-there-is-no-freedom.html' title='And maybe there is no freedom.'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KuYz314wDU0/TfkDOQRVc_I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/MvDw-66eOUs/s72-c/tumblr_lme2j14Sbj1qgt8lbo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-8752192979660382295</id><published>2011-05-29T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T02:11:19.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish i was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dimineata - racoare - cafea - nori - prieteni - zahar - poze - zambete - strans de maini - imbratisari - hohote de ras - nori - ploaie - soare - amintiri - tenis - nervi - suc - cheta - vant - fantani - iubire - libertate - si tot asa...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Era o vreme cand nu intelegeam nimic din toate cuvintele astea. Cand dimineata era momentul in care nu voiai sa iesi din casa, cafeaua era pentru cei viciosi, norii erau detestati si pozele erau pentru cei carora le pasa de ceva anume. Zambete, hohote de ras...astea erau doar cand zicea cineva un banc bun. Strans de maini, imbratisari, chiar daca nu-ti pasa de persoana respectiva. Suc, nu-l imparteai cu nimeni si puteai sa astepti mult si bine sa faci o cheta de minim 1 leu. Vantul ne speria si ne trimitea acasa, fantanile erau facute pentru a da cu pietre in ele. Iubirea era pentru fraieri, iar libertatea nu credeam ca o sa o cunosc.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acum in schimb toate aceste lucruri au un rost, un scop, un alt inteles. Dimineata este, magica, cafeaua de apropie de oamenii de langa tine care , aparent sunt acolo din acelas motiv. Zambete,hohote de ras pentru fiecare om care ne ocoleste pe strada, pentru fiecare poza din care vrem sa tinem minte ceva anume. Strans de maini, imbratisari si acum chiar imi pasa, chiar ne pasa si e bine. Suc, bere, pentru toata lumea. Vantul ne arunca in fantani si iesim deacolo bucurosi de soare. Suntem fraieri dar iubim, ne iubim si e tot ce conteaza. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si da, asa am cunoscut eu libertatea. Cunoscandu-te pe tine, cunoscandu-ma pe mine, acceptandu-ne pe noi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Atat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-8752192979660382295?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/8752192979660382295/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=8752192979660382295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/8752192979660382295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/8752192979660382295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-wish-i-was-punk-rocker-with-flowers.html' title='I wish i was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair...'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-8002969476442820051</id><published>2011-04-18T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T02:16:39.612-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><title type='text'>Nu vorbim de timp.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Inainte credeam ca oamenii nu se schimba niciodata, ca nu fac decat sa semene din ce in ce mai mult cu ei insisi. Acum cred ca oamenii nu fac altceva decat sa se schimbe. [..] Timpul sterge ce-i mai bun, dar si ce-i mai rau din noi." ( Douglas Coupland- Toate familiile sunt psihotice)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Au trecut fix 2 saptamani si 3 zile de cand m-am pus in fata laptop-ului cu intentia de a scrie ceva- rezultatul insa fiind nimic mai mult decat ceea ce era si inainte de a ma pune in fata ecranului. A venit si primavara de cand n-am mai scris, am mai imbatranit si eu un an si s-au mai schimbat cateva chestii.(A aparut un nou auto-colant pe peretele meu care zice ca "Tutunul dauneaza grav sanatatii" !!!) Am reintalnit persoane, prieteni vechi, rude de care nu mai auzisem. Am reluat legaturi si am intrerupt altele. Momentan, o sa ma bucur de putin timp liber, o sa ma bucur de soare si o sa ma intorc aici, cand o sa am un motiv bun. Intre timp, recomand cartea din care am citat mai sus. Atat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-8002969476442820051?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/8002969476442820051/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=8002969476442820051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/8002969476442820051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/8002969476442820051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2011/04/nu-vorbim-de-timp.html' title='Nu vorbim de timp.'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-7178656179360741708</id><published>2011-03-05T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T12:26:15.099-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diferit de nimic'/><title type='text'>And that's what you get for falling again...</title><content type='html'>Imi amintesc cand tot ziceam pe aici si ma gandeam si scriam pe unde apucam si tot asa... ca vreau sa mor pentru o zi. Bine, a trecut mai bine de un an si ceva de cand ziceam chestia asta, dar am reinceput sa ma gandesc.&lt;br /&gt;Nu ar trebui sa simt regrete daca as privi inapoi, nu ar trebui sa zic "da" doar pentru ca nu am zis niciodata "nu". Ar fi o zi, in care mi-as permite sa ma eliberez de mine si sa fiu alaturi de toti oamenii care au fost sau inca sunt in viata mea... Si ar fi exact ziua de care as avea nevoie pentru a fi bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu vorbim despre asta acum, pentru ca am o batalie de dus si pe langa batalia asta... mai am oarecum o viata de continuat.&lt;br /&gt;Fara dramatisme sii...cam &gt;Atat&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Preety girl is suffering while he confeses everything&lt;br /&gt;Preety soon she'll figure out what he's intentions were about&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-7178656179360741708?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/7178656179360741708/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=7178656179360741708&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/7178656179360741708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/7178656179360741708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2011/03/and-thats-what-you-get-for-falling.html' title='And that&apos;s what you get for falling again...'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-498141899282768106</id><published>2011-02-21T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T11:21:34.257-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diferit de nimic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='despre oameni si realizari'/><title type='text'>Home is you coming back.</title><content type='html'>E ciudat ca atunci cand trebuie sa infrunti ceva ce face parte din viata ta , sau chiar... viata ta, totul devine un joc. La care uneori poti sa alegi daca participi sau nu, alteori nu poti, uneori ai variante de raspuns, alteori un raspuns iti poate schimba viata...&lt;br /&gt;Iar asta e jocul meu, si aleg propabil pentru prima data sa nu-l joc. Si alegand sa nu-l joc, schimb ceva aparent minuscul din viata mea.&lt;br /&gt;Dar aparentele pot fi inselatoare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceea ce e mai enervant decat toate joculetele astea nenorocite, este, ei bine faptul ca sunt in acelasi loc de aproape 4 zile, nemiscata, inconjurata de limonada si paracetamol... febra sii cam atat.&lt;br /&gt;Dar mai enervant decat toate astea este cand ceri sfaturi pentru joculetele tale, de la oameni apropiati si oamenii aia au dreptate, doar ca tu nu vrei sa o accepti.&lt;br /&gt;Sti ce se intampla? Pierzi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ghici ce, si eu am pierdut.&lt;br /&gt;Atat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-498141899282768106?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/498141899282768106/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=498141899282768106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/498141899282768106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/498141899282768106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2011/02/home-is-you-coming-back.html' title='Home is you coming back.'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-998449123738083438</id><published>2011-02-09T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T11:06:11.177-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neconditionat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='despre oameni si realizari'/><title type='text'>Inchisoarea in care's condamnat pentru ca-m omorat iubirea pas cu pas...</title><content type='html'>M-am lasat furata de vicii si de melodii false, de vise masete , m-am lasat dusa de nori si de mare, de tigari si de bere, de promisiuni si de monstrii, de prieteni si necunoscuti...Si asa m-am pierdut si eu...&lt;br /&gt;Ma minuna orice priveliste, sufletul meu creea povesti si asa mi-am inceput era...&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat sa gandesc nu numai cu mintea, ci si cu sufletul, iar sufletul mi-a fost furat...&lt;br /&gt;Lumea e ipocrita, iar visele sunt manipulate de lume, asa dispar si visele...&lt;br /&gt;Si te trezesti intr-o dimineata si realizezi unde esti si ce faci, ce esti si unde gresesti. Si sti ce vei face?Nimic...&lt;br /&gt;Oamenii nu se mai pot schimba, iar daca ar face-o ar fi pura ipocrizie...&lt;br /&gt;Speranta moare ultima , asta daca mai exista ceva care sa o tine in viata.&lt;br /&gt;*Uuu, she's a little runaway!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E prea tarziu sa realizam, sau nu, e prea tarziu sa schimbam ceva, nu mai e loc de regrete sau de alte vise, nu mai e loc de un nou suflet pur. Locul e gol si atat.&lt;br /&gt;Am furat din timp si nu am innapoiat decat secundele ramase, decizii luate fara sa gandesc inainte, amintiri uitate, ura, planuri, revederi si tot ce incercase el, timpul sa-mi fure, i-am dat eu...&lt;br /&gt;Am primit si am oferit, am pierdut si am castigat, am iubit si am fost mintita, am existat si am disparut, am trait si o fac in continuare, mandra de ceea ce sunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si nu ca ar avea vreun sens ceva din ceea ce am scris mai sus, pentru ca e o insiruire oarecare de cuvinte. Si nici nu-mi pasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Vreau sa scap de mine&lt;br /&gt;Oricum n-am inima , n-am suflet&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai am ce sa pastrez*[ Vama ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-998449123738083438?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/998449123738083438/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=998449123738083438&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/998449123738083438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/998449123738083438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2011/02/inchisoarea-in-cares-condamnat-pentru.html' title='Inchisoarea in care&apos;s condamnat pentru ca-m omorat iubirea pas cu pas...'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-7346082546094376099</id><published>2011-02-04T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T10:55:51.522-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='riscuri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neconditionat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><title type='text'>Riscuri.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;E una din zilele alea nenorocite in care mori. Am murit de zeci de ori pana acum, dar de fiecare data a fost la fel.&lt;br /&gt;E una din zilele in care probabil, nimic nu te incanta, totul te supara si nu ai asteptari de la nimic. E una din zilele alea in care simti ca esti liber si ca poti face orice pentru ca azi, e ultima zi.&lt;br /&gt;Urasc zilele astea... nu neaparat pentru ca mor, ci pentru ca sansa la a "face orice" mi-e luata de noapte.&lt;br /&gt;Si sunt diminetile in care revi la normal, cand totul e diferit, cand te incanta multe lucruri, cand nu te supara nimic, cand ai asteptari si vise marete... Dar e ziua in care esti captiv, libertatea ti-e limitata si nu poti face orice, pentru ca ziua de maine, va fi probabil de 3 ori mai grea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Vorbeam de riscuri, am invatat sa risc. indiferent de cat de greu mi-ar fi, indiferent de posibilitati de urmari sau consecinte, indiferent daca riscand mor intr-un sant. Indiferent de orice, am invatat ca daca stiu ca sunt o persoana puternica sau daca am macar un singur om de incredere langa mine, care are incredere in mine merita sa risc, merita sa-mi asum raspunderea.. Merita orice. Sti pentru ce nu merita sa risti? Pentru dragoste, pentru ca nimic nu dureaza la infinit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Dar am afcut-o. Am riscat si in domeniul acesta si am regretat si iar am riscat si iar am regretat....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Si nu o sa incetez sa o fac, o sa risc in continuare pur si simplu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Pentru ca altfel, nu sunt decat ceva mai mult decat nimic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Atat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-7346082546094376099?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/7346082546094376099/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=7346082546094376099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/7346082546094376099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/7346082546094376099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2011/02/riscuri.html' title='Riscuri.'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-4026635379144507107</id><published>2011-01-31T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T12:21:36.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E una din zilele alea in care, pur si simplu, mi-e tare dor de mare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A, da apropo- iubitorilor de filme/jocuri/muzica etc care downloadati de pe torrent-pay atention!Ca avem aici oferta ofertelor si oameni darnici printre noi! :d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;In perioada 28.01 - 06.02 [FREE SIGN-UP] SceneFZ isi deschide portile noilor useri.&lt;br /&gt;Aparitia a 3 noi categorii:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. TVEPS-Ro&lt;br /&gt;2. XViD-Ro&lt;br /&gt;3. BR-Ro (BluRay-Ro) baga mare - intra &lt;a href="http://www.scenefz.net/"&gt;AICI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-4026635379144507107?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/4026635379144507107/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=4026635379144507107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/4026635379144507107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/4026635379144507107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2011/01/e-una-din-zilele-alea-in-care-pur-si.html' title=''/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-359526746823504511</id><published>2011-01-21T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T11:25:05.571-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neconditionat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ipocrizie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='despre oameni si realizari'/><title type='text'>Mi-am dorit o moarte rapida si in schimb te-am intalnit pe tine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ziceam ca ma voi intoarce sa vorbesc despre ipocrizie.&lt;br /&gt;Si nu o sa o lungesc mult pentru ca ma doare in basca de ipocrizia lumii. Ipocrizia esti Tu! Deci, daca vrei sa intelegi ce inseamna cuvantul "ipocrit" intelege-te pe tine. De ce? Pentru ca esti fals, pentru ca te ascunzi, pentru ca viata ta e o minciuna. Nu exista oameni care sa nu minta, pur si simplu nu exista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt; &lt;del&gt;doamne,doamne arata ca o vaca turbata &lt;/del&gt;&lt;-Ce bine iti sta bluza asta! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da, si asta e tot o mica minciunica acolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;. -&lt;em&gt;Doar nu era sa o fac sa se simta prost si sa-i zic ca arata aiurea, nu?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ei bine ba da, asta trebuie sa faci. Pentru ca traim intr-o lume falsa, intr-o lume care face totul pentru bani, pentru ... vicii. Traim intr-o lume lispita de respect si nu, nu e vina &lt;em&gt;nu stiu cui de sus de la conducere, &lt;/em&gt;e vina fiecarui ignorant din lume, din fiecare societate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ziceam ca nu o lungesc cu ipocrizia, deci pun punct aici.&lt;br /&gt;Si despre altceva ce pot spune? Titlul, am realizat ca eu rareori comentez titlul si nu e pentru ca e ceva top secret care trebuie stiut numai de mine, este pur si simplu cam prima chestie care imi vine in cap si care o nimeresc pe tastatura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Si sincer cred ca are dreptate cine a zis chestia aia...daca a zis-o cineva. Metaforic vorbind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Prin viata nu treci la fel cum mergi pe strada ( sau poate ca o faci daca te impiedici mereu de frunze, punigi si nisip-stai, asta eram eu...), nu , in viata treci peste obstacole si in momentul in care totul pare sa se fi terminat in induri ultima picatura, eh picatura aia nu cade, sau peste ea, vine un val care te ineaca si tot asa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Si eu mi-am dorit o asa numita "moarte rapida" si mereu ceva, cineva a facut-o lenta si dureroasa si cred ca nu sunt singura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Atat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-359526746823504511?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/359526746823504511/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=359526746823504511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/359526746823504511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/359526746823504511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2011/01/mi-am-dorit-o-moarte-rapida-si-in.html' title='Mi-am dorit o moarte rapida si in schimb te-am intalnit pe tine...'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-1650862575878008027</id><published>2011-01-14T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T10:47:01.425-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oameni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ipocrizie'/><title type='text'>Mg supra Sc  ori 3 = ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;[Nu ma intreba ce este titlul pentru ghici ce. O faci degeaba. Daca vrei sa afli converseazate cu Vrabie de la 10 F si poate iti explica, asta daca nu o sa zica ceva, orice care nu are legatura si o sa-ti ceara o tigara...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu despre asta vorbeam, nu ca vorbeam despre ceva. Ziceam in ultimul meu post ca o sa ma indepartez usor de bloguletul meu si o sa-mi vad de altele. Si cred ca am facut asta destul timp, &lt;del&gt;deci e timpul sa-l sterg pe tot &lt;/del&gt;e timpul sa mai scriu si eu cate ceva.&lt;br /&gt;Andra zice sa scriu despre ipocrizie. Ce e ipocrizia defapt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;IPOCRIZÍE, ipocrizii, s. f. Atitudinea celui ipocrit; prefăcătorie, fățărnicie, falsitate. – Din fr. hypocrisie. &lt; &lt;/em&gt;Aaaa, da marog, asta zice dexul.&lt;br /&gt;Eu in schimb am mai zis-o de zeci de ori. Masti. Da, o societate nenorocita si mascata, niste oameni falsi fara mandrie si respect de sine, niste prosti din noua generatie, niste oameni incompetenti care nu se adapteaza, sau nu vor sa o faca.&lt;br /&gt;Marog. Ipocrizia e una, prostia e alta. Ipocriti suntem toti, prostia mai variaza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sa ma opresc aici si o sa las postul nefinalizat cu promisiunea ca o sa revin sa-l completez. Nu am mai scris de mult si am o chestie mica pe mine numita frate care necesita atentie. Asa ca pentru moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-1650862575878008027?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/1650862575878008027/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=1650862575878008027&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/1650862575878008027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/1650862575878008027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2011/01/mg-supra-sc-ori-3.html' title='Mg supra Sc  ori 3 = ?'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-856321771630246172</id><published>2010-11-24T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T11:25:49.813-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mada .'/><title type='text'>M-am trezit nefericit, plecase fericirea in zori de zi...</title><content type='html'>Pasii ei apasati inaintau incet si dur pe strada. Ochii ei nu spun nimic, privirea ei severa insa imi dadea fiori. Zambetul ei ironic era tot acolo, ca in fiecare zi. Mainile in buzunar si din casti ii rasuna o oarecare melodie de la un oarecare cantaret sau cine stie ce...&lt;br /&gt;Pana cand ajunge in fata usii expresia fetei nu se schimba cu nimic, dar in urmatoarea secunda, zambetul ei adevarat apare, cutele de pe frunte dispar, ochii ei se maresc si privirea capata alt aer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu o intelegeam cand o vedeam intrand pe usa, cum de altfel nu o inteleg nici acum.&lt;br /&gt;Viata mea, ca si a ei de altfel are mai multe drumuri, nesemnalizate, fara indicatoare. Fiecare te poate duce in abis si nu sti daca e vreun drum care te scoate din toate cacaturile in care poti intra. Poate ca fiecare drum te afunda mai rau...&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu desprea asta vreau sa vorbesc.&lt;br /&gt;Marog, nu ca vreau sa vorbesc despre ceva anume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai mult scriu de dragul Madalinei, scriu si de dragul... dragul lui de blog! Nu am chef. Se stie ca nu am chef, si cei care nu stiu afla acum, asa ca ma indepartez iar, si las... bloguletul meu scump sa se indeparteze si el usor intr-un coltisor prafuit al amintirilor mele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-856321771630246172?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/856321771630246172/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=856321771630246172&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/856321771630246172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/856321771630246172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/11/m-am-trezit-nefericit-plecase-fericirea.html' title='M-am trezit nefericit, plecase fericirea in zori de zi...'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-5147114567295721618</id><published>2010-11-03T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T14:35:11.890-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neconditionat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diferit de nimic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp'/><title type='text'>Mi-a spus ca m-a iubit de doua ori.</title><content type='html'>E frig si umbra lui se indeparta incet de tot. Era enervant cat de incet de indeparta. Voiam sa pelce mai repede, sa se piarda odata in ceata sa nu-l mai pot vedea, sa ma pot intoarce si eu, sa-mi pot continua drumul.&lt;br /&gt;E ceata aia deasa de afara. Pana si fosnetul frunzelor se pierde in ea... Dimineata ingheata odata cu noi. Aburul pe care il scoti cand respiri combinat cu imputitul ala de fum de tigara. Nimic ...&lt;br /&gt;Daca ar sti ca stau si il privesc cum dispare in ceata. Care el? O umbra oarecare, un nimeni care merge in pustietate, in noapte, alaturi de mine, de fiecare data. Cine e? Nu vreau sa aflu, altfel ma voi obisnui cu prezenta lui aici. Asta daca e timp...&lt;br /&gt;Imi place ceata asta, doamne nu mai vreau zile cu soare! Sau poate soarele se poate ascunde dupa ceata. Prefer ceata asta chiar si pe ploaie. Ia ploaia, ia soarele, doar lasa-mi asa cum e acum. Nici ca as avea nevoie de ceva mai mult. E locul perfect in care nu poti vedea daca exista sau nu oameni, e locul perfect in care se poate ascunde un suflet.&lt;br /&gt;Si in mijlocul cetii ma simt inspirata. Inspirata pe dracu, simt cum ingheata sangele in mine, simt cum ochii sunt inghetati priviind in gol, in adancul... dracu stie in adancul cui. Intr-un abis idiot, intr-un oarecare loc, punct, ceva... din tot ceea ce ma inconjoara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E frig, e atat de frig. Si umbra lui dispare din ce in ce mai mult. Nu am nevoie de nimic mai mult.&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa-mi continui linistita drumul spre casa. Prin fosnetul ala de frunze idiot care nu se mai aude acum... ti-am zis ca... ceata aia, acapareaza totul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atat. Mi-e scarba.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-5147114567295721618?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/5147114567295721618/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=5147114567295721618&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/5147114567295721618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/5147114567295721618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/11/mi-spus-ca-m-iubit-de-doua-ori.html' title='Mi-a spus ca m-a iubit de doua ori.'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-2217440125580667504</id><published>2010-10-29T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T11:01:17.021-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacantaaa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liceu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cacat.'/><title type='text'>That broken old street light...</title><content type='html'>Pana si idiotenia aia de ceas de pe perete are mai mult chef de viata ca mine, cu toate ca ....ticaitul lui ma streseaza.&lt;br /&gt;Pana si tampenia de oglinda pare mai "plina de viata" ca mine, ceea ce e putin probabil pentru ca sunt singura fraiera care se uita in oglinda.&lt;br /&gt;Pana si...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ete na. Stau acum sa inser diverse idiotenii care sunt mai &gt;cine stie ce&lt; ceva... ca mine. Vreau vacanta.&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa pot sa ma trezesc la 11, vreau sa nu mai port tricouri albe, vreau sa stau sa termin odata cartea aia ["Nesuferitele zile de luni" - o recomand], vreau sa nu o mai vad pe profa de bio...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa dispara pozele alea cu mine de cand aveam un an de pe birou..dar cum mi-e prea lene sa le pun la loc, vor ramane acolo. Vreau sa pun odata tabloul ala pe perete, pentru ca uit mereu. Vreau prea multe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si vreau tot. Si vreau pentru ca imi permit, pentru ca poate merit, pentru ca poate sunt pretentioasa. Si poate chiar asa sunt.&lt;br /&gt;ദര കരവ എസ്ടി ട, നു എ‌... സി കണ്ട് ഓ സ-ടി ടി സീമ ടെ ആസ്ട, വാ ഫി പ്രാ ടര്ഴിഉ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-2217440125580667504?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/2217440125580667504/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=2217440125580667504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/2217440125580667504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/2217440125580667504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/10/that-broken-old-street-light.html' title='That broken old street light...'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-4776428881021164114</id><published>2010-10-13T13:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T13:31:15.441-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='termosss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liceu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mada .'/><title type='text'>Let her fly and let her fall...</title><content type='html'>Da Mada, imi plac provocarileee. Si o iau ca pe o leapsa, doar ca este numai pentru mine:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De cate ori ati vazut pe strada o femeie [ nu conteaza varsta] imbracata elegant, cu o pereche de ochelari "daia scumpi" cu telefonul intr-o mana butonand ceva si in cealalta mana , undeva spre cot o punga atarnata dragut acolo si in mana o cana de cafea pe care sa scrie mare Starbucks. Ei bine ce te gandesti cand vezi asa ceva pe strada.? [bine, eu tip direct pitipoanca si daca mai e si in dorobanti aia a fost...].&lt;br /&gt;Nu, Mada nu se simtea asa. Mada era in lumea ei, cu blugii ei lungi si dragut colorati cu un tricoas dragut, o esarfa simpatica si ceva gros peste. Ghiozdanul in spate [naiba, tocmai avusesem 2 ore de istorie..], zambetul larg si cine stie ce melodie avea ea prin cap. Dar Mada era fericita.&lt;br /&gt;Undeva pe mana dreapta, mai jos de incheietura ii atarna dragut o punga &lt;del&gt;de pitipoanca&lt;/del&gt; si in mana, noul ei termos pe care ghici ce scrie mare?Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar desi nu este una [cred], Mada se simtea ca o pitipoanca venita de pe dorobanti [ca de, acolo e liceul], o pitipoanca tipic caragialista care isi face veacul pe la Dr. Felix [nu vreau sa se inteleaga altceva @Ionie si scuze pentru aluzii @ Irina si Yoyo].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar de ce si-ar face griji? Mada are acum un termos personalizat dragut cu "the definition of love" si alte chestii dragute pe acolo. Mai mult, are un termos de la Starbucks pe care a dat.... mult. Si mai mult, nu pune cafea in el dimineata, nu, Mada pune ceai, un ceai dubios, cu ceva de Wiskey, facut de mama ei. Da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si acum incep sa ma simt dubios recitind ce am scris si ma simt ca un copil mic si idiot [Da ionie stiu,sunt...] care scrie numai nonsensuri.&lt;br /&gt;Dar hei, Mada are termos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atat![+ o iubesc pe Mada.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-4776428881021164114?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/4776428881021164114/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=4776428881021164114&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/4776428881021164114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/4776428881021164114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/10/let-her-fly-and-let-her-fall.html' title='Let her fly and let her fall...'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-2975437847842745610</id><published>2010-10-12T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T12:55:24.776-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calendar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp'/><title type='text'>Fool!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nu pot sa ma gandesc decat la calendarul idiot din dreapta mea, agatat de dulap pe care scrie mare Octombrie. Ma uit la zilele alea tampite marcate cu "x" (adica zilele care au trecut, bă!). Si sti ce-mi inspira?... Nimic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nimic...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si de cate ori am auzit cuvantul asta in ultimele zile trebuia sa ma satur de mult de el. E chiar atat de interesant sa stresezi alti oameni? Las-o balta,  subiectul asta nu are nici-o logica.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si daca mi-ar si zice cineva despre ce sa scriu... [Inafar de &lt;a href="http://chefless.wordpress.com/"&gt;Mada&lt;/a&gt; care e foarte folositoare la modul &gt;Pitty, scrie pe blog!!&lt;&gt;nu stiu, dar fa-o!--ceva de genul]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si sa scriu ca sa ce ma? Eu ma descarc, recunosc, ma simt mai bine dupa. Dar am caiete pentru asta, zeci de caiete scrise. Si aici scriu ca sa ce. Ca sa aud ca-l mai doare pe unu ca am eu un blog idiot. Ok, e idiot, dar e al meu. [copyright Cosmin] Daca nu-ti place blogul meu, avem o singura optiune...dispari de pe el!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De cand am blogul, cred ca am scris despre orice. Despre toate tampeniile posibile si imposibile, despre prietenie, despre momentele mele de tristete acuta [omg.]...iubiri, si fel de fel de alte idiotenii, am scris chiar si despre o balta!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nu mai am inspiratie. Nu mai pot sa scriu monologuri cretine in oglinda nu mai pot sa comentez despre absolut orice doar uitandu-ma pe geam. Mi-am iesit din mana, am lenevit prea mult.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asa ca pun mana pe chitara si bag 2-3 versuri. Leg mai multe acorduri, ma plictisesc in cele din urma si dispar incet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si da, dispar pentru ca imi permit.Pentru ca pot, na. Pentru ca si altii au facut-o. Si ma duc departe. Ma duc undeva unde Justin Biber [sau cum se scrie] nu se considera un "Kurt Cobain al generatiei noastre". [Puteam sa fiu si zeu, tot nu ma comparam cu Cobain!]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asa ca voi incepe de pe acum sa ma retrag. Voi reveni la miserupismul meu, ma voi intoarce la calendarul ala idiot din dreapta mea, agatat de dulap pe care scrie mare Octombrie si care zice ca maine e ziua lu Eddy[lma bitch:x].Calendarul ala cretin, care nu stie sa-mi zica decat ca timpul trece...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nu exista an fara nor, fara ploi...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-2975437847842745610?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/2975437847842745610/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=2975437847842745610&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/2975437847842745610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/2975437847842745610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/10/fool.html' title='Fool!'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-1011683029683019139</id><published>2010-10-02T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T13:34:25.697-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>So Freaking Great!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Deci deci deci....ahhh!!! Inca am inima in gat, inca simt bassul in piept, inca ... simt tropaitul si aplauzele in vene.&lt;br /&gt;Briza usoara de vant rece care era undeva deasupra noastra pentru ca acolo nu simteam decat sangele cum pulseaza in vene, simteam cum fierb de nerabdare sa ii aud vocea. Pentru ca i love his freaking old ass!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deci deci deci...ahhh!!! Nu am cuvinte.&lt;br /&gt;Ozzy!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-1011683029683019139?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/1011683029683019139/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=1011683029683019139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/1011683029683019139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/1011683029683019139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-freaking-great.html' title='So Freaking Great!!!!!'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-943811601640831459</id><published>2010-09-29T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T11:32:35.661-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viciii'/><title type='text'>Se poate sa fie zi, sau poate sa fie noapte...</title><content type='html'>Pur si simplu mie nu mi-ar pasa.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca de azi, m-am lasat de vicii,pentru ca de azi, voi sfida timpul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-943811601640831459?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/943811601640831459/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=943811601640831459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/943811601640831459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/943811601640831459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/09/se-poate-sa-fie-zi-sau-poate-sa-fie.html' title='Se poate sa fie zi, sau poate sa fie noapte...'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-8351147914555389887</id><published>2010-09-26T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T12:14:49.590-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liceu'/><title type='text'>I'm an educated fool...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vreau sa scriu. Si daca ar fi sa scriu despre ceva as scrie despre... Mmm. Daca ar fi sa vorbesc despre ceva acum acel ceva ar fi... ahh. Daca ar fi sa vorbesc despre ceva, as face-o, dar am nevoie de ajutor pentru ca ei bine....nu am habar despre ce naiba as putea sa vorbesc...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asa ca voi abera. Dar nici macar de asta nu sunt in stare... Stiu doar un lucru. Maine suntem iar pe scena aia mica si inghesuita...voi fi iar dupa cortina tipand la voi pana imi vine randul, sperand sa nu incurce eddie replicile sau sa le uite sau sa...trebuiasca sa ne sinucidem la sfarsit din cine stie ce motiv.Pentru ca maine jucam iar Hamlet...ceea ce nu ma incanta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asa ca maine o iau de la capat. Maine la 7 o sa visez pe strada, o sa ma impiedic de pietricele cand ma uit dupa catei. Maine pe la 7 jumate o sa innebunesc deja ascultand reclama aia cu "Farmacia inimii catena" si probabil o sa ascult ca in fiecare dimineata Jesus of Suburbia...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tot maine o sa dau huguri si nu-mi pasa ce ora am, daca intarzii sau daca nu ma lasa sa intru. Eu maine la 7:45 vreau un Mocacinno mic cu 3 de zahar!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si stiu ca voi vrea un hug mai tarziu...de la Mada . Si si si... stiu ca vreau sa reincep sa traiesc cum o faceam inainte.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vreau sa ies din rutina asta zilnica si sa imi reiau viata aia... de dinainte. Vreau sa reapelez la vise si la realitati furate...la lumea mea si la universul nostru. Vreau sa am tot ce imi lipseste acum, vreau sa vad persoanele pe care imi doresc sa le vad. Mai mult...vreau sa ma vad cu Eddy..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vreau...sa creem iar vise cum obisnuiam sa le creem uneori.Vreau sa rad iar de capace de bere vreau ca aparatul unei ghinde sa fie mai mult. Vreau sa jucam iar jocul ala dubios cu continuatul povestii..mi-e dor de porcusorii aia. Vreau sa...retraim bobocimea. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si am aberat destul. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;इउबेस्क तोत के नु एसटी तू इन सतारे सा इन्तेलेगी! [cat de tare e chestia asta.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&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/6629325353843286781-8351147914555389887?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/8351147914555389887/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=8351147914555389887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/8351147914555389887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/8351147914555389887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-educated-fool.html' title='I&apos;m an educated fool...'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-2176846703129808202</id><published>2010-09-18T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T14:23:52.536-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NU TE INTERESEAZA'/><title type='text'>Broken...</title><content type='html'>Pentru ca ii ranim pe cei la care tinem cel mai mult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu-mi pasa daca citeste cineva postul asta, o fac mai mult ca sa ma descarc eu. De cand ma stiu,am avut o singura teama. Teama de oameni [asta pe langa temerile de viitor si de amintiri/trecut...]. Si teama asta a mea m-a facut sa pierd, sa regret, sa plang, sa distrug, sa sper, sa... mda.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu cum sunt. Stiu cum sunt fata de oameni, stiu cum sunt oamenii fata de mine. Stiu ca ma pot atasa foarte usor si asta fac mereu. Dar stiu ce mi-e la fel de usor sa ranesc precum imi este sa iubesc. Nu pot iubi pe oricine, dar pot rani orice persoana si regret fiecare pas gresit pe care l-am facut fata de persoanele la care am tinut, la care inca tin.&lt;br /&gt;Nu ranesti persoanele pe care le iubesti! Era o vorba... Si nu o fac intentionat, nu o fac pentru ca stiu ca pot sa o fac. Nu, o fac din teama.Din teama de a nu fi eu ranita probabil, teama de a nu pierde ceva ce ma face sa zambesc. Mi-e teama de oameni pentru ca sunt rai. Dar oamenii la care tin, nu sunt asa. Ei ce au facut ca sa ma merite pe mine?&lt;br /&gt;Pot creea vise, si pot distruge altele. Imi pare rau si pentru asta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce am facut ca sa fiu asa? Ce au facut oamenii la care tin ca sa se pricopseasca cu mine? De ce prietenii mei trebuie sa ma suporte, de ce nu pot pur si simplu sa dispar sa fiu o amintire?Asa mi-ar fi frica de mine, doar as exista si nimic mai mult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In momentul de fata ma urasc. In momentul de fata, eu sunt singura si cea mai oribila persoana existenta.&lt;br /&gt;Iubesc si imi pare rau daca o sa gresesc si de data asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru mine, cu sila si speranta ramasa,&lt;br /&gt;Pitty....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-2176846703129808202?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/2176846703129808202/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=2176846703129808202&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/2176846703129808202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/2176846703129808202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/09/broken.html' title='Broken...'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-5546163814716938231</id><published>2010-09-18T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T07:43:59.647-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><title type='text'>Vise implinite si dor de casa.</title><content type='html'>Cu totii tanjim dupa ceva anume...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tanjam dupa mare... acum insa, vreau inapoi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-5546163814716938231?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/5546163814716938231/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=5546163814716938231&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/5546163814716938231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/5546163814716938231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/09/vise-implinite-si-dor-de-casa.html' title='Vise implinite si dor de casa.'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-1085941017317768082</id><published>2010-09-13T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T13:07:51.690-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacantaaa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liceu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bobocsssss'/><title type='text'>I don't need that kind of freedom...</title><content type='html'>Well... that was it guys, now get the hell out of here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pai...na asta a fost. Adio vacanta,&lt;del&gt;nu ca aveai vreo importanta&lt;/del&gt; welcome back, dear high-school.&lt;br /&gt;Clasa mea, da, neschimbata. Cu mici modificari pe ici pe colo, unu vine altu pleaca, toate bune si frumoase.&lt;br /&gt;Pot spune ca am ce mi-am dorit. Mi-am dorit prima zi de clasa a 10-a sa fie exact asa cum si-a imaginat Mada ca o sa fie. Ca o sa fie ea cu un buchet de flori si o sa rasar eu de undeva sa sar sa o iau in brate. Si hei, am inceput sa zburd prin curtea liceului sa iau in brate oameni care nu-i mai vazusem dee... o zi, doua, luni de zile. Da, a fost cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;del&gt;Am vazut si 2 tipi buni&lt;/del&gt; CE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am si boboc, da, bobocul meu. Bobo-bobocul meu.^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si da, va parasesc iar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma duc sa-mi caut vise, ma duc sa fug si sa ma ascund de tine si de timp. Ma duc sa caut alt rasarit si probabil alt orizont. Ma duc doar sa mai simt odata briza marii, ma duc sa mai zambesc odata la mare sa mai plang odata cu ea. Ma duc sa uit, ma duc sa-mi amintesc. Ma duc sa pun ceva nou in acel gol pe care l-a lasat vara.&lt;br /&gt;Ma duc sa simt nisipul sub picioare, sa dau cu pietre in apa, sa le arunc sa le transform in vise. Ma duc sa-mi traiesc fanteziile, ma duc sa ma imbat cu soare ma duc sa... uit de voi.&lt;br /&gt;Desi nu asta imi doresc. Imi doresc sa stau aici, sa va vad in fiecare zi zambindu-mi. Voi stiti ca... e tot ce ma poate face si pe mine sa zambesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-1085941017317768082?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/1085941017317768082/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=1085941017317768082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/1085941017317768082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/1085941017317768082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-dont-need-that-kind-of-freedom.html' title='I don&apos;t need that kind of freedom...'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-4030744184806777393</id><published>2010-09-09T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T06:31:06.944-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacantaaa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liceu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mada .'/><title type='text'>Don't look to the eyes of a stranger...</title><content type='html'>Dureeeeere de cap. De ce? Pai...uite-te afara. Schimbarile astea de temperatura sunt nenorocite. 38 de grade azi, 15 grade maine, iar 35 de grade si ploaie a doua zi. Pai da merci. Halal inceput de toamna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa nu o dam in melancolii acum ca doar nu m-a batut vantul in cap. Vreau la liceu! Da frate, vreau sa inceapa liceul. Avand in vedere ca prind doar prima zi si dupaia plec, sunt nerabdatoare.&lt;br /&gt;Sa o iau in brate pe Mada. Sa-i revad pe Mika, Eddy si Cosmin... sa ii vad pe toti..de toti mi-e dor. Chiar si de lufa lu Rascanu.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor de zilele petrecute in Corin sau in Monkaff dupa ore, de berea rece sau de cafeaua facuta de Laur. Mi-e dor de orele de mate [stai, ce?=))] si de orele cand cantam la engleza. Mi-e dor de automatul de cafea de la etajul 2 si de profa de logica. Mi-e dor te tot si mi-e dor de noi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa dorm iar in 331 in drum spre liceu sau sa ma intalnesc cu Mada la 1 mai. Poate sa luam un covrig sau sa o conving ca nu intarziem la romana daca vine cu mine pana la snack atack. Mi-e dor de cafeaua de dimineata...&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor de prima ora cand stateai cu haina pe tine, cand plangeai ca trebuie sa urci pana la 3. Cand nu voiam sa ies afara ca era prea frig, sau cand stateam la cantina cu ciocolata calda in fata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor de tine Mada, si de toate tampeniile care puteam sa le facem, mi-e dor de ghinda noastra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si iar o sa vina iarna si nu mai iesim din liceu si iar si iar... Un nou an, alte amintiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straini, boboci si multe alte temeri. Atat...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-4030744184806777393?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/4030744184806777393/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=4030744184806777393&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/4030744184806777393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/4030744184806777393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/09/dont-look-to-eyes-of-stranger.html' title='Don&apos;t look to the eyes of a stranger...'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-523302316154172084</id><published>2010-09-07T13:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T13:15:48.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kre...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&gt;Nu iti pasa ce inseamna Kre.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Se spune ca...pentru fiecare om exista un suflet pereche, acolo, undeva in lume. Nu cred in existenta acestei fiinte. Cred insa ca exista o persoana pe care nu o poti descrie in cuvinte pentru ca este mai presus de atat. O persoana pe care nu o poti vedea...pentru ca este o stea si te-ar arde. Dar e steaua ta, si straluceste numai pentru tine. Cred ca exista o persoana in ochii careia nu poti sa te uiti pentru ca te pierzi in privirea ei. Persoana a carei inimi bate la unison cu a ta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Exista o persoana careia ii poti recunoaste vocea si mirosul. O persoana pe care o poti intelege din priviri. O persoana pe care nu o poti confunda, ea fiind unica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dar vei intalni astfel zeci de persoane pana cand va fi doar una singura pentru tine. Si iti jur ca daca am plans pentru vreo astfel de persoana e pentru ca am iubit. Si daca urasc acum sau regret e pentru ca undeva, candva, eu am gresit cu ceva anume...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-523302316154172084?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/523302316154172084/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=523302316154172084&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/523302316154172084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/523302316154172084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/09/kre.html' title='Kre...'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-7884357395584078875</id><published>2010-09-02T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T04:15:32.884-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leapsa.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mada .'/><title type='text'>Wake me up when september ends....^^</title><content type='html'>Ok..leapsa de la Madaaa^^ ;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poza la peretele preferat + explicatii.:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we go... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512271421174475954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThSvmr4iu_0/TH-FpvykbLI/AAAAAAAAAgk/t6NBRhMnQCA/s200/Fotografie0285.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Chestia nr.1 - e o chestie din ikea cu poze dubioase, doua postere mici de la greenpeace furate de pe holul liceului si o poza cu colegul Eddie^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Chestia nr.2 - e un tablou care a trecut prin multe si inca nu-i gasesc locul pe perete asa ca e doar sprijinit si el acolo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Chestia nr.3 - e un portret facut de Miruna de la mine din clasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Chestia nr.4 -  poze dubioase care trebuiau sa stea in chestia nr. 1 dar sunt prea mari....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Tablou nr.1 -e desenata intersectia de la foisorul de foc in 1937...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Tablou nr.2 -e un tablou facut de nae saftoiu si mi l-a trimis de ziua mea cu o dedicatie draguta pe spate;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Iubirea nr. 1 -squierul meu iubit:x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Iubirea nr. 2- acustica mea iubita And^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Si restul se vede...:)) Merge mai departe la...Vlad[^^], Radu si ciiine mai vrea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Atat.Eu ma bucur de aerul rece;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-7884357395584078875?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/7884357395584078875/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=7884357395584078875&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/7884357395584078875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/7884357395584078875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/09/wake-me-up-when-september-ends.html' title='Wake me up when september ends....^^'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThSvmr4iu_0/TH-FpvykbLI/AAAAAAAAAgk/t6NBRhMnQCA/s72-c/Fotografie0285.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-3917767917610957277</id><published>2010-08-31T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T06:02:19.989-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amintiri'/><title type='text'>Ulima zi de vara.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThSvmr4iu_0/THz8u_kxVPI/AAAAAAAAAgU/lzQe2FBsgKE/s1600/P1040156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511557928264488178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThSvmr4iu_0/THz8u_kxVPI/AAAAAAAAAgU/lzQe2FBsgKE/s200/P1040156.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Au fost vise, au fost ploi. Au fost oameni, am fost noi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sau poate ca pur si simplu a mai trecut o vara, si va mai trece un an si tot asa... Poate ca pur si simplu a fost tot ce am avut nevoie.&lt;br /&gt;Am avut, prima ploaie de vara, si azi... o am pe ultima. Am avut primul vis si azi...il voi avea si pe ultimul, de vara,bineinteles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-au schimbat multe, se vor mai schimba... Am cunoscut oameni noi, am revazut prieteni buni, altii au plecat, altii nu mai sunt de loc. Unii au uitat, altii si-au amintit si am tot trecut prin schimbari de toate felurile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poti sa iubesti, dar nu poti uita ca faci asta.&lt;br /&gt;Vara poate sa treaca, nu voi uita ca a fost aici.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-3917767917610957277?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/3917767917610957277/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=3917767917610957277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/3917767917610957277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/3917767917610957277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/08/ulima-zi-de-vara.html' title='Ulima zi de vara.'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ThSvmr4iu_0/THz8u_kxVPI/AAAAAAAAAgU/lzQe2FBsgKE/s72-c/P1040156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-4509306209345930862</id><published>2010-08-26T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T02:32:04.390-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp'/><title type='text'>Si credeam ca pot schimba lumea.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;O sa incep prin a-mi cere scuze, fata de tine blogul meu drag. Te-am abandonat ceva timp si imi pare rau. Se pare ca in sfarsit gasisem cu ce sa-mi ocup timpul si probabil si acel ceva a disparut. Nici idei nu am mai avut si probabil sa-ti povestesc ce am mai facut devenise prea plictisitor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;Aveam odata visul de a schimba lumea, de a vedea numai zambete in jurul meu, de a avea o lume buna. Dar se pare ca... cu cat crezi mai mult ca poti schimba lumea, cu atat mai usor te va schimba ea pe tine. Si daca stau sa ma gandesc, lumea m-a schimbat. Lumea mea, lumea lor, lumea lucrurilor imposibile, lumea viselor, lumea celor care cred sau a celor ca nu cred, lumea celor nepasatori, lumea celor buni. Toate lumile din viziunea mea au ramas intacte, dar eu, fata in fata cu ele m-am schimbat de pe o zi pe alta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;Nu poti sa regreti asa ceva. Nu poti regreta ca ai cunoscut atatea lumi, atatea fete ale oamenilor. Nu poti regreta pentru ca poate si tu ai schimbat, in bine sau in rau dar ai facut-o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;Nu poti regreta pentru ca poate nu ai avea de ce. Iar eu, nu am mereu dreptate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;Nu, dar am mereu vise si viziuni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;Si credeam ca pot schimba lumea.  Se pare ca pot face mai mult deatat. Pot spera in continuare...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;Atat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-4509306209345930862?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/4509306209345930862/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=4509306209345930862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/4509306209345930862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/4509306209345930862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/08/si-credeam-ca-pot-schimba-lumea.html' title='Si credeam ca pot schimba lumea.'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-510814711662623854</id><published>2010-08-09T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T12:35:23.065-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amintiri'/><title type='text'>Exista timp si spatiu, iar eu ma pierd in el.</title><content type='html'>Exista in lume mai multe spatii... Traim si ne invartim inconstienti in ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trecut ceva timp de cand nu am mai aparut pe aici si adevarul e ca timpul te loveste cand ti-e lumea mai draga. Am fost dupa ce m-am intors din Brasov in tabara de care va vorbeam si anul trecut...si acum 2 ani.&lt;br /&gt;Pot spune ca am murit de fericire ravazandu-va [Ma refer la : Ana, Enacica, Andrei, Iony, Bebe,Marika,Laura,Mada, Clau si restul.] Si ma bucur ca am cunoscut alti oameni.&lt;br /&gt;Nu iti pot spune in ce hal se simt picioarele mele dupa ce au urcat atata, mainile mele dupa ce am dat cu ele saracele pe peste tot, capu' meu dupa ce a intalnit pamantul si camasa mea dupa ce mi-a luat-o Marika.&lt;br /&gt;Nu va pot spune nici ce minunat poate sa fie sa canti o saptamana intreaga in camera pe geam, nici ce minunat e sa canti cu o persoana ca Ana.&lt;br /&gt;Nu pot impartasi cu voi sentimentul de a canta in fata unui foc de tabara, pe ploaie, seara, cu cer senin. Nu pot sa va spun cat am fost injurata ca i-am trezit pe toti la 6 jumate in ultima zi cu &gt;&gt;FUGEEEE CAPRIOARA&lt;&lt; [candand cu ana].&lt;br /&gt;Nu va pot spune cat de bine m-am simtit, racita si oricum eram, dar si cat mi-am abtinut niste lacrimi ratacite pe acolo cand autocarul celor din valcea trebuia sa plece. I-am imbratisat de cate ori am putut si am tras niste poze de ultim moment. Si sper, va zic, sper sa ne revedem la anu'.&lt;br /&gt;Va iubesc,bai.Pe toti;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In lume,exista mai multe spatii. Si eu ma invart in ele si ma impart si caut. Ce caut nu poti afla, pentru ca nu exista. Dar cautarea se va opri intr-o zi.&lt;br /&gt;Si in acea zi, nu voi fi fericita,asta e clar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atat. [Madalina?&lt;3]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-510814711662623854?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/510814711662623854/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=510814711662623854&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/510814711662623854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/510814711662623854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/08/exista-timp-si-spatiu-iar-eu-ma-pierd.html' title='Exista timp si spatiu, iar eu ma pierd in el.'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-2813982366882522099</id><published>2010-08-01T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T01:28:04.912-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lasa-ma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neconditionat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amintiri'/><title type='text'>You say it best,when you say nothing at all...</title><content type='html'>Tu, blogule...esti impotriva mea. Cand te accesez,imi blochezi internet explorerul. Tot accesandu-te pe tine, laptopul meu s-a stins, si... nu mai merge. Tot incercand sa te pun la curent cu viata mea, te-ai blocat continuu si nu mai lasat sa postez. Tu blogule, m-ai amenintat cu alerte de virusi si mi-ai spamat computerul. Dar astazi nu mai e asa, azi... am reusit sa intru!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am parasit brasovul, am luat trenul si m-am intors in...Bucuresti? Am dormit 2 ore in gara, 4 ore singura in tren, si iata-ma, inapoi la canicula,murind de cald, facandu-mi iar bagajul.&lt;br /&gt;Si iar ma duc, iar dispar, iar ma pierd undeva in timp. Dar nu voi fi departe si nu vor trece decat orele pe langa mine.&lt;br /&gt;Imi masor tipul in clipe, iar clipa nu tine cont de secunde, minute ore sau zile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doar o clipa, mai multe, pentru mine, pentru noi, si voi fi acolo, vom fi acolo. Am mai fost, vom mai fi si tot asa. Lumea e intr-o continua schimbare si nu esti dator nimanui sa intelegi asta, dar o faci, fara sa vrei, fara sa-ti dai seama, fara sa-ti pese si acum nu intelegi.&lt;br /&gt;Las-o balta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt prea satula de orice. De gustul dulce al diminetii, de soare, de ploaie, de iubire, de prietenii pierdute din cauza timpului.Sunt satula de comportamente si minciuni, de timp si de amintiri, de oameni si de persoane. Sunt satula de tine si de voi, de mine si de noi si tooooot asa.&lt;br /&gt;Crezi ca esti in stare sa schimbi ceva? Nu, nu esti. MAnipulare, influenta. Nu mai conteaza nimic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-2813982366882522099?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/2813982366882522099/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=2813982366882522099&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/2813982366882522099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/2813982366882522099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-say-it-bestwhen-you-say-nothing-at.html' title='You say it best,when you say nothing at all...'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-7385107985304124759</id><published>2010-07-27T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T03:32:08.440-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oraseee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brasov'/><title type='text'>Aaa, ziceai ceva de amenda?</title><content type='html'>Am avut ocazia sa va zic pe unde umblu? Nu conteaza, acum ceva timp, anul trecut probabil intr-unul din posturile mele ziceam ceva de un oras de vis. Pai, acolo sunt, undeva in brasov, undeva pe bulevardul Grivitei. Da, my dream town.&lt;br /&gt;Si na, am plecat de la 38 de grade la 25 si ploi torentiale, dar nu ma opreste nimic sa fac ce-mi place. Ploaie sau soare am luat-o cu amicu brasovean [Seba] la picior pana in centrul vechi.&lt;br /&gt;Lene mare, ce sa-i faci.. luam si noi autobuzu' o statie. Gura spurcata daca ai, tineti-o!&lt;br /&gt;S: Ai buletinul la tine?&lt;br /&gt;P:Da, de ce?&lt;br /&gt;S: Eh, in caz de controlori nu cred ca te ia...&lt;br /&gt;P: [in gandu meu-e duminica, ce sanse sunt sa...] Aaa, ziceai ceva de amenda?&lt;br /&gt;**: Buna ziua, biletul la control!&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 milioane le-am luat din start.[Mama, calmeaza-te nu te trezesti cu amenda la usa.] Dar sti vorba aia, a dat,da' a si luat.[sau cum era...] Si cum a venit amenda, la fel de bine a si plecat.&lt;br /&gt;[Normal ca fiind si fara bani, am luat-o pe jos inapoi]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revin mai tarziu... trebuie sa pun masa.&lt;br /&gt;Brb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-7385107985304124759?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/7385107985304124759/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=7385107985304124759&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/7385107985304124759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/7385107985304124759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/07/aaa-ziceai-ceva-de-amenda.html' title='Aaa, ziceai ceva de amenda?'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-713946255330230097</id><published>2010-07-21T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T04:53:20.137-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neconditionat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atat.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amintiri'/><title type='text'>Vreau ca timpul sa stea-n loc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Si intr-adevar nu am mai scris de ceva vreme asa ca ... nu mai pot nega ca timpul trece pe langa noi. Si nu-l poti prinde, nu-l poti controla, nu-l poti avea. Poti doar sa-l ocupi, sa-l organizezi si sa-l lasi sa-ti distruga viata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Dar nu trebuie sa te ingrijorezi, daca nu te-a prins pana acum, o va face. Va gasi momentul potrivit sa-ti dea in cap, sa te inhate, sa te distruga, sa te acopere ... Mai e 'timp'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Voi, ce ati mai facut? Prin ce imprejurimi si in prezenta caror persoane v-ati mai petrecut timpul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ma bucur daca v-ati simtit bine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Aici nu e nimic nou.Nimic care sa va intereseze, nimic care sa va faca sa vreti sa cititi in continuare postul asta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Asa ca ma opresc aici. Mada, mi-e dor de tine. Ne vedem zilele astea,da?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Eddy, unde-i berea aia promisa, iesirea aia... hai odata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Matei, nu te mai las sa pleci prin alte tari.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Atat.&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/6629325353843286781-713946255330230097?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/713946255330230097/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=713946255330230097&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/713946255330230097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/713946255330230097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/07/vreau-ca-timpul-sa-stea-n-loc.html' title='Vreau ca timpul sa stea-n loc.'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-4554151504419550797</id><published>2010-07-11T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T13:03:23.516-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neconditionat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fara chef'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viciii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='despre oameni si realizari'/><title type='text'>Atentie!Se cumpara vicii!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Si in copilarie visam sa ajungem oameni mari si sa fim veterinari sau piloti de avion si sa avem animalute si tot ce vrem noi si...mai departe se sfarama vise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nu e visul copilariei sa ajungem unde suntem acum, nu al meu cel putin, inconjurata de oameni falsi si slabi si ingropata in ura si deziluzii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Si stateam semi-adormita pe un scaun rosu incomod, simtind cum ma clatin dintr-o parte in alta. Si ma uitam in gol si il vedeam totodata pe tipul inalt, saten care avea sa ma bage in seama destul de repede. Il priveam fix, involuntar, oarecum holbandu-ma la el. Vedeam cu coada ochiului sticla murdara si punga plina cu bronz care imi dadea ameteli. Ii vedeam ochii umflati si privirea pierduta. Vedeam teama si disperarea din tot ceea ce gesticula si apoi il vad venind grabit spre mine. Ii tremura vocea, si atentia mi-a fost furata. In 2 secunde era in genunchi in fata mea implorand pentru ajutor, spunandu-mi ca va cadea din picioare daca mai incearca sa ramana treaz, ca ii e rau, ca ii e dor de casa, ca vrea sa-l ajut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Am stat inlemnita in scaun, nu puteam sa ma misc sau sa vorbesc. Privirea mea era pierduta in gol si inima mea urcata in gat. 2 minute mai tarziu, cu mult chin in miscarile usoare, se rezeama de usa si cade din metrou ramanand pe peron. Raman inlemnita in scaun si metroul isi continua drumul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Banuiesc ca nu mai are nici un rost sa vorbesc despre societate sau generatia mea, am mai vorbit despre asta. Dar suntem dependenti, va spun. Nu doar ei, consumatorii de chimicale, ci noi toti. Dependenti de bani si de tutun, dependenti de vicii si alchool, dependenti de oameni si de barfe. Dependenti de tot ce ne distruge.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In copilarie visam zambete si ne doream jucarii, visam o viata buna si o traiam din ce in ce mai putin. Adolescenta ne-a furat visele si le-a distrus, ne-a dat in schimb vicii si noi le-am acceptat si ni le-am insusit si dezvoltat, treptat ne-am adaptat si am urmat cai diverse si pusti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mi-e teama de voi. Mi-e teama de cum va vad, in viitor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Se cumpara vicii la jumatate de pret, in grame. Se vand vicii in mililitri si pastile cu 40-60 lei, depinde de oameni. Stocul la seringi scade in farmacii, oameni cauta bani, nu conteaza restul...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Se joaca meciuri de baschet, se tine cu olanda in finala si se omoara oameni in colt de strada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Noi o ducem totusi bine, cu zambetul pe buze si pedalele-n picioare. Visam sa crestem mai mari si sa avem alte vieti mai bune si mai lipsite de stres, sa plecam odata de pe strazi si sa ne gasim locul in societate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dar vom cumpara si atunci vicii si va fi mai scump...Asteptam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Daca a venit, o sa mai vina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[So, Die die die my darling...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-4554151504419550797?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/4554151504419550797/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=4554151504419550797&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/4554151504419550797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/4554151504419550797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/07/atentiese-cumpara-vicii.html' title='Atentie!Se cumpara vicii!'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-8294501938535610088</id><published>2010-07-09T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T11:43:08.672-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ei bine pur si simplu eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libertate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp'/><title type='text'>Si timpul sta sa moara...</title><content type='html'>Tacerea e de aur?Nu... Dar nici netul nu e nelimitat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa ca iata-ma, dragul meu blog, inapoi la tine. De ce tocmai acum, de ce tocmai azi, de ce la ora asta, de ce in aceasta camera in acest pat, nu stiu. Un bun prieten mi-a zis o teorie acum ceva timp... cum ca fiecare lucru care se intampla in lume,in viata ta,  are un rol in cursul vietii altui om. Era mai complex, poate altadata...&lt;br /&gt;Dar totul e batut de vant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt multi oameni in lume care cred ca imposibilul e... ei bine e imposibil. Sunt altii care vor sa nu spuna niciodata, "niciodata" si altii carora putin le pasa.&lt;br /&gt;"Sa incerci imposibilul".Da.&lt;br /&gt;Mada mi-a scris pe o carte o chestie draguta de genul... " Nebunia inseamna sa faci acelasi lucru in mod repetat asteptandu-te la un alt rezultat" Da.&lt;br /&gt;Da.Da.Da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tot e scriu aici e nonsens, nu trebuie sa intelegi, trebuie sa simti.&lt;br /&gt;Sa simti ca ai un rost in lumea asta, ca existi cu un scop. Trebuie sa ai un scop in viata, sa iti pese, sa lupti pentru acel ceva, sa fi mandru de tine. Sa ajungi pe la vreo 80 de ani si sa fi mandru ma, sa fi mandru de ceea ce ai facut! Sa sti ca ti-ai atins scopul sa sti ca ai lasat ceva in urma... Sa sti ca ai avut un rost, sa sti ca ai fost diferit. Si eu vreau sa fiu asa. Vreau ambitia si vointa ma, le vreau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-am saturat si de oameni ignoranti, multumiti cu putinul pe care nu-l au. Multumiti sa stea cu fata in calculator si cu sucul in mana. Oameni fara asteptari, oameni fara vise. Oameni simpli carora nu le pasa, care nu vor sa se complice, care se multumesc cu tot ceea ce nu pot avea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-am saturat si de mine pentru ca am uitat cum eram. Am uitat ce facea dragostea pentru ceva anume din mine. Am ajuns sa ma multumesc cu nimicuri care nu-mi plac, cu oameni falsi. Am ajuns sa ma pierd.&lt;br /&gt;Si timpul sta sa moara pentru mine, pentru ca am reusit sa-l intrec, am reusit sa il ocup, am reusit sa fac tot ce nu puteam sa fac din el.&lt;br /&gt;Timpul sta sa moara pentru ca organizarea lui era un viciu pentru mine. Si acum s-a dus...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-8294501938535610088?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/8294501938535610088/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=8294501938535610088&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/8294501938535610088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/8294501938535610088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/07/si-timpul-sta-sa-moara.html' title='Si timpul sta sa moara...'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-4688707749609226200</id><published>2010-07-04T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T12:36:05.845-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><title type='text'>Ai putea spune ca s-a schimbat ceva...</title><content type='html'>Ultimele zile au trecut repede, au zburat mai repede decat ti-ai fi putut imagina.&lt;br /&gt;Am aflat chestii care m-au lasat cu gura cascata, iti jur, chestii care m-au scarbit, care m-au facut sa-mi schimb pareri.&lt;br /&gt;Cu toate astea viata mea e in continuare aceasi.&lt;br /&gt;Am iesit cu Eddy, lucru care nu-l mai facusem de ceva timp si bai, mi-a fost dor de tine.&lt;br /&gt;Si desigur vesnicele intamplari cretine cu Chris sau mai stiu eu cine...cand se ia lumea de noi pe strada...&lt;br /&gt;Tip dubios : fata da' tu cati ani ai?&lt;br /&gt;Eu: Conteaza? Si totusi nu crezi ca ar trebui sa fi puuutin mai destept decat mine la varsta ta?[avea vreo 25]&lt;br /&gt;Tip dubios: .... nu.&lt;br /&gt;Eu: Se vede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si muuuulte alte chestii. Si Chris nu uita, dupa ce o bagi, trebuie sa o scoti in aceasi pozitie, ca broasca, na...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi este dor.De tot. De toti. Dar mai ales de mine.&lt;br /&gt;Am iubit, iubesc si voi mai iubi.&lt;br /&gt;Si nimic nu poate sa ma schimbe. Am spus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te iubesc.&lt;br /&gt;Va iubesc.&lt;br /&gt;Atat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mada, vreau o iesire deaia. Cu o bere, lacrimi inghitite sec, niste aer rece o sticla de apa si doar noi.&lt;3]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-4688707749609226200?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/4688707749609226200/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=4688707749609226200&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/4688707749609226200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/4688707749609226200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/07/ai-putea-spune-ca-s-schimbat-ceva.html' title='Ai putea spune ca s-a schimbat ceva...'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-2316523122685738020</id><published>2010-06-30T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T12:55:31.868-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neconditionat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacantaaa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vara'/><title type='text'>Fericire la pachet.</title><content type='html'>Post fericit. Pentru ca sunt fericita pentru ca pot, uite asa.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca mi-am luat cauciucuri noi si sunt albastre si sunt dragute si sunt kenda si le-am luat ieftin si aaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Mada- Genious &lt;a href="http://chefless.wordpress.com/"&gt;postul&lt;/a&gt;. Cand te intorci de la tara, iesim pe undeva, sa ne mai plimbam si noi, sa ne mai vorbim ca nu te-am mai vazut de ieri, ce palaria mea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asaaa. Si am promis ceva.&lt;br /&gt;Van aka Razvan aka orice. Am promis ca scriu despre tine pe blog.&lt;br /&gt;A fost odata ca niciodata...[&lt;del&gt; bagamias &lt;/del&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;Cum ziceam, pe tipu asta l-am cunoscut acum multe veri.. 3 sau 4, cred, habar n-am intr-o imputiciune de parc (existenta inca) intr-o imputiciune de skate (disparuta intre timp) pe undeva prin Bucurestii Noi. Naiba stie ce cauta fundul ala al lui pe la noi prin cartier, dar cand Vicientiu cu mine si cu Segiu aveau concurenta la role, ne interesa:))&lt;br /&gt;Si apare mandrul fecior de 15 anisori sau cati avea el pe atunci cu agresivele frumos si se da el pe acolo si uite asa ma capat eu cu o durere de cap venita de la ("Nu dau nume") draga mea amica care prinde o obsesie teribila pentru mandrul fecior aflat in discutie.&lt;br /&gt;Si uite ca dupa vreun an ... daca nu chiar mai mult, dau de mandrul fecior in lista de mess si dai si baga si vorbeste.( si normal. tre sa-l scot la film, la suc, dar mandrul fecior e cam busy:&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Si au trait fericiti pana la...[&lt;del&gt; bagamias &lt;/del&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;Si revin cu mai multe detalii dupa ce ma vad cu el. Poate ies si cu cateva poze. Boss.:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atat am zis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-2316523122685738020?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/2316523122685738020/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=2316523122685738020&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/2316523122685738020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/2316523122685738020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/06/fericire-la-pachet.html' title='Fericire la pachet.'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-1981599261555535325</id><published>2010-06-29T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T13:17:08.140-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neconditionat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacantaaa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vara'/><title type='text'>Za... ce?Stai. NU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Nu inteleg titlul, tu de ce ai face-o.&lt;br /&gt;Azi am fost la Radu? Da&lt;br /&gt;M-am simtit bine? Da&lt;br /&gt;A fost dragut la Radu? Da.&lt;br /&gt;Iti ajunge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Roses are red,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Violets Are blue,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;When god gave brains,&lt;br /&gt;Where the hell where you :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;M-am intors la vechile mele 'temeri', idei, chestii...da.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In continuare, incep sa observ ca lumea tot nu capata umanitate, habar n-avem ce e uman, dar judecam si criticam fara mila tot ce este mai presus decat ceea ce suntem noi, tot ce este la un nivel la care noi ca oameni nu vom ajunge.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E umilitor sa critici, e umilitor sa crezi ca poti fi mai bun facand asta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dar cel mai umilitor e sa cautam in judecata si critica umanitatea, pentru ca te asigur , nu o vom gasi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nu am imaginatie, nu am subiect de discutie si mai mult nu am chef de pagina asta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nu mai exista sinceritate, dragoste, iubire, compasiune... nimic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conversatiile si prieteniile sunt pe interes. Si cel mai frecventat zilele astea : &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x:Ce faci ma pe unde esti?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y: Uite pe la  *****&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x: Eh, nu vin pana acolo.Cand ajungi prin cartier suna-ma.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y: ok... pa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x: auzi, auzi auzi! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y: da?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x: ai tigari / bani?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y: da...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;x: hai ca vin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asa ca dragii mei, compatrioti/prieteni/camarazi/concetateni si ce mai vreti voi sa fiti. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haideti sa dam o sansa, cui? Noua. Pentru ce? Pentru o schimbare.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Om poate fi oricine... cine poate totusi, mai mult de atat?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-1981599261555535325?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/1981599261555535325/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=1981599261555535325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/1981599261555535325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/1981599261555535325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/06/za-cestai-nu.html' title='Za... ce?Stai. NU!'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-3630650397328571737</id><published>2010-06-28T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T02:50:28.786-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atat.'/><title type='text'>Poate ca nu stiu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exista un sentiment cu care te-ai nascut, un sentiment cu care te trezesti in fiecare dimineata, un sentiment cu care traiesti zi de zi, un sentiment cu care adormi, un sentiment pentru care supravietuiesti si pe langa toate celelalte sentimente mai exista si : "Prostia" - intalnita de toti, acceptata de nimeni.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentimente sunt peste tot. Ai un sentiment pentru fiecare lucru diferit pe care il faci. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cand mergi, cand trebuie sa ajungi undeva, cand pleci, cand ti-e dor, cand te-ai saturat, cand cunosti pe cineva, cand pirezi pe cineva, cand urasti, cand iubesti, cand vrei motive de fericire, cand esti fericit sau cand esti trist, cand viata iti ofera sua nu posibilitati si tot asa... Si toate sentimentele astea mici, amplificate, nesemnificative sau cum or fi ele fac parte din ele.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si tu nu poti decat sa le accepti, sa le intelegi, sa le schimbi sa le maschezi sau orice altceva. Sunt doar ale tale. Si nu poate sa le schimbe nimeni.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Atat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-3630650397328571737?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/3630650397328571737/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=3630650397328571737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/3630650397328571737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/3630650397328571737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/06/poate-ca-nu-stiu.html' title='Poate ca nu stiu.'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-4168619978596654984</id><published>2010-06-26T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T12:39:15.585-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><title type='text'>Nu nu nu.</title><content type='html'>Si spune-mi daca daca daca daca daca daca vrei, un gram de key, si cu tine stau inchis in paradis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu te vreau azi.&lt;br /&gt;NIMIC MAI USOR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-4168619978596654984?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/4168619978596654984/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=4168619978596654984&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/4168619978596654984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/4168619978596654984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/06/nu-nu-nu.html' title='Nu nu nu.'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-3538536836996911785</id><published>2010-06-24T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T12:37:42.041-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atat am spus.'/><title type='text'>A venit? O sa mai vina. A plecat? Nu se mai intoarce...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Adevarat... Ai zice ca toate lucrurile bune vin si nu mai pleaca. Ai zice ca tot ce e bun te va lovi intr-o zi, pana cand afli ca nu e asa. Si o sa vezi ca totul depinde numai si numai de tine si iar iti vei da seama ca te inseli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sunt momentele alea in care zambesti si esti "full of joy" cand le vezi venind si mai sunt momentele alea in care te uiti in gol si vezi cum pleaca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Momentele alea in care totul e cu susul in jos, cand nu intelegi, cand nu esti sigur daca iti pasa. Cand incerci sa fi sigur pe ceea ce simti sau cand incerci sa simti ceva ce nu vei simti niciodata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Momente in care iti pui toate necazurile in cap, cand iti asumi vina pentru orice si ii lasi si pe altii sa-ti arunce vina in carca, momente in care esti mai presus decat orice ai putea intelege, momente in care nu te intelegi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Si stai la un momentdat si te gandesti cum ai ajuns acolo si iti dai seama cat de idiot esti si cat de mult gresesti. Si regreti si speri si te invinovatesti iar si tot nu vei schimba nimic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nu dramatizam, nu uitam si nu ne pasa. Era sloganul unui vechi foarte bun prieten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eu dramatizez, eu nu uit si mie-mi pasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Si nu se va schimba nimic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-3538536836996911785?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/3538536836996911785/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=3538536836996911785&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/3538536836996911785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/3538536836996911785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/06/venit-o-sa-mai-vina-plecat-nu-se-mai.html' title='A venit? O sa mai vina. A plecat? Nu se mai intoarce...'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-1601979472640057496</id><published>2010-06-22T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T12:27:33.796-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MARE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacantaaa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prieteni si amintiri.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libertate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about Mada and Pitty.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vama veche'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mada .'/><title type='text'>Cica sa nu cadem cu banca...[BUFF!!!]</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Da.Da.DA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jurnal de bord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sambata,19 iunie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dai si fugi.Dupa ce am cules-o pe Mada cu o seara in urma, ne-am culcat cu mullt greu pe la 01:01... [timp in care am aflat ca doarme pe diagonala si multe alte mici secrete.].&lt;br /&gt;Ne trezim la 4,[cica.] plecam la 5...[ sau 6 fara un sfert.]. Am dormit in masina, am cantat Ac/Dc, Guns N'roses si ce mai aveam eu pe cd-uri pe acolo...&lt;br /&gt;La 9 jumate am ajuns in 2 mai. Ne-am cazat, si am mers pe plaja.&lt;br /&gt;Am asteptat un an sa ajung acolo. Briza usoara, valuri, apa rece, miros de mare, vise, pletosi, muizca buna, rasarit de soare, apus, cer senin, iar apa rece si iar briza usoara...&lt;br /&gt;Ziua a trecut greu, ca toate primele zile cand ajungi undeva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Duminica, 20 iunie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trezirea cu chiu cu vai pe la 8- 8 jumate.. Micul dejun si plaja. Dai cu crema, dai cu ochelari si zboara in apa, iubire. Vai ce vise, ce sentiment de libertate de iubire de... doamne!!!&lt;br /&gt;De pranz am mancat intr-o pizzerie din Mangalia [Hera parca...] dupa niste cumparaturi. Am fost prin Vama am mai cumparat una alta si ne-am intors acasa, am mai stat putin la plaja si aia a fost.&lt;br /&gt;Bere rece, Mada, Mama si fratemiu. Nici nu aveam nevoie de mai mult..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Luni, 21 iunie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VAMA VECHE!!! Dupa ce am stat ... o ora si 15 minute fix in statie la autobuz, care nu venea, desigur, un sofer de taxi s-a indurerat si ne-a luat pe sus si ne-a dus in vama.&lt;br /&gt;Bazarr!! Am mai luat una alta [Elastice de parr!] si ne-am asezat frumos la plaja... Mada a facut o baie eu am stat cu burta la soare si toate bune...&lt;br /&gt;Ne-am dus "La Pirati". Ca sa vezi, sunt pirati si in vama. Chestii geniale agatate pe pereti.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm smiling becouse i have no ideea what's going on"&lt;br /&gt;"Basescu nu e marinar, e pirat"&lt;br /&gt;"Daca toti oamenii ar arata ca cei care ies din pirati, oamenii ar fi minunati"&lt;br /&gt;"Daca nu ai cazut cu banca... nu ai fost La Pirati" -normal ca Mada a cazut dupa ce a citit aia. si eu de vreo 3 ori:))&lt;br /&gt;Am fost, am mancat, am baut un Safe Sex On The Beach, si ne-am intors in Pirati.&lt;br /&gt;Ne-am imprietenit cu niste folkisto-rockeri care voiau o pana de chiatra si-mi tot cereau sa le dau Scaparici.[chibrituri?Chibrite?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am salutat, am fost la plaja, ne-am enervat si am plecat inapoi in 2 mai.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Marti, 22 iunie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La multi ani, brotac.Stie el cine si de ce.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne-am trezit.. pe la 9 ce-i drept, am mancat, am fost pe plaja, am umplut o sticla cu nisip,am dat o fuga pana la magazin si...&lt;br /&gt;Nici fazele epice nu aveau cum sa lipseasca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;M:Pitty, azi trebuie sa innoti.&lt;br /&gt;P:Mnu...&lt;br /&gt;M:Si sa mananci rosii.&lt;br /&gt;P:Ce?=)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Vl-valcea&lt;br /&gt;P:Is-Iasi.&lt;br /&gt;M: B-bucuresti&lt;br /&gt;P:Uite un bulgur!!&lt;br /&gt;M:=))&lt;br /&gt;P: Bulguri si ungari care merg la...&lt;br /&gt;M:Vi- de la ce comuna e?&lt;br /&gt;P:VISINAU!!! Bulguri si ungari care merg la visinau:X&lt;br /&gt;M:=)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[@Pirati]&lt;br /&gt;M:Eu nu pot sa-l dau pe gat...&lt;br /&gt;P:Chill ma, ca nici eu nu pot sa fac "hîc" si eu fac tot "gîl gîl gîl"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:Uite nudisti.&lt;br /&gt;P: Uite un... OMG!!! un POPONET ALB DE MOS!!&lt;br /&gt;M:Undee??=)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Mi-a fost dorr!!!&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S: Nu, nu mai vreau pe plaja la nudisti!&lt;br /&gt;P.P.P.S: Fido, ti-am luat bratara. Gadi gadi? V-am luat nisip:D&lt;br /&gt;P.P.P.P.S: Vreau in Brasov.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iubesc, iubim si suntem uneori iubiti.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-1601979472640057496?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/1601979472640057496/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=1601979472640057496&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/1601979472640057496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/1601979472640057496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/06/cica-sa-nu-cadem-cu-bancabuff.html' title='Cica sa nu cadem cu banca...[BUFF!!!]'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-1649975130422024402</id><published>2010-06-17T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T12:05:43.740-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mada .'/><title type='text'>Mr.Simplitate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Numai de la titlu m-as lua singura de mine. Da, da, da, vorbeste aia cu viata ei complicata. Pai, si viata mea complicata e simpla pentru mine, si da, stiu ce zic aici.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma uit in fiecare zi la oamenii din jurul meu, ii studiez, ii admir, incerc sa-i cunosc. Si am observat un singur lucru : nepasare. Sau cel putin asta vrei voi sa creada ceilalti.&lt;br /&gt;Te poti plange oricat vrei tu, de vreme, de caldura, de glume proasta, de oameni falsi, de viata, de bani si de tot ce vrei, dar poate fi altfel.&lt;br /&gt;Nu e greu sa fi fericit. Totul incepe cu un zambet. Nu e deloc greu sa supravietuiesti, totul incepe cu dorinta. Nu e greu nici sa reusesti, aici tine de vointa... Si tot asa.&lt;br /&gt;Fiecare mic lucru din viata ta depinde, ei bine depinde de tine. Iar tu controlezi totul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu exista om pe lumea asta care sa te poata controla, nu exista fiinta viecare sa iti joace viata. Este o tabla de sah, castigi sau pierzi piese. Esti cu albe sau cu negre, dar pentru fiecare piesa in parte, ai un anumit traseu si fiecare piesa are o anumita tinta si un anumit rol si fiecare traseu are o anumita logica.&lt;br /&gt;Tu muti piesele, tu alegi traseul, tu alegi daca esti cu albele sau cu negrele, tu iti alegi adversarul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libertatea, ce e pentru tine? Ti se pare greu sa fi liber? Ai inebunit. Libertatea domina.&lt;br /&gt;Ti se pare greu, sa iubesti? E cel mai simplu lucru care l-ai putea face vreodata. Si poate nici nu-ti poti da seama cand faci asta defapt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplitatea e dorita. O avem dar ne-o dorim in continuare. Si aici, se complica lucrurile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mada, inca 2 zile.:D]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-1649975130422024402?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/1649975130422024402/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=1649975130422024402&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/1649975130422024402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/1649975130422024402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/06/mrsimplitate.html' title='Mr.Simplitate'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-6425844343205262401</id><published>2010-06-16T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T00:48:09.007-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacantaaa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liceu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vara'/><title type='text'>Oops. Error. nr. 49914090</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;M-am tot tinut sa postez asta, dar cand puteam sa o  fac, nu eram la calculator, eram pe laptop, cand eram pe calculator  uitam si uite asa am intarziat cu postarea asta aproape doua saptamani,  asa ca ma voi revansa si o voi posta... acum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Este o compunere, scrisa de mine la cererea doamnei  profesoare de romana. Initial, subiectul compunerii a fost o gluma, dar  na, eu ce pot face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deci, impart cu voi, ultima tema la romana din viata  mea de boboaca.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:/Users/dANIIL/AppData/Local/Temp/msoclip1/03/clip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:RO; 	mso-fareast-language:RO;} h1 	{mso-style-next:Normal; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	text-align:right; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	page-break-after:avoid; 	mso-outline-level:1; 	font-size:16.0pt; 	mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-font-kerning:0pt; 	mso-fareast-language:RO;} h2 	{mso-style-next:Normal; 	margin-top:12.0pt; 	margin-right:0in; 	margin-bottom:3.0pt; 	margin-left:0in; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	page-break-after:avoid; 	mso-outline-level:2; 	font-size:14.0pt; 	font-family:Arial; 	mso-ansi-language:RO; 	mso-fareast-language:RO; 	font-style:italic;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:/Users/dANIIL/AppData/Local/Temp/msoclip1/03/clip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:RO; 	mso-fareast-language:RO;} h1 	{mso-style-next:Normal; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	text-align:right; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	page-break-after:avoid; 	mso-outline-level:1; 	font-size:16.0pt; 	mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-font-kerning:0pt; 	mso-fareast-language:RO;} h2 	{mso-style-next:Normal; 	margin-top:12.0pt; 	margin-right:0in; 	margin-bottom:3.0pt; 	margin-left:0in; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	page-break-after:avoid; 	mso-outline-level:2; 	font-size:14.0pt; 	font-family:Arial; 	mso-ansi-language:RO; 	mso-fareast-language:RO; 	font-style:italic;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; Efervescenta Sentimentelor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Am fost conceputa in mintea unui creator, ca mai tarziu, mai multe elemente, combinate sa rezulte ceea ce sunt eu acum. Am fost inventata pentru a ajuta, pentru a aduce ceva nou intr-o lume chimica. Dar ceea ce este in spatele conceperii mele este mai mult de atat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Am luat viata intr-un laborator inuman, m-am dezvoltat, treptat, asistand la toate transformarile care mi-au fost sortite pentru a fi perfecta. Apoi din libertatea creatiei am fost izolata intr-o banda de staniol, privind lumina becului cum dispare deasupra capacului de plastic.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Am observat stiluri de viata, am calarotit, inchisa in acel spatiu stramt in care sentimentele mele si dragostea fata de conceperea lumii nu existau, nu puteau sa existe. Am calatorit in cutii de hartie, de plastic. Am fost jucata pe degete alaturi de altii ca mine, de catre doctori, persoane diverse, fiecare cu lumea lui…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Am acceptat, neavand de ales. Am continuat sa tremur cand rolul nostru in lume isi facea aparitia.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Si aici incepe si tot aici se sfarseste totul. Lumina este din nou mai aproape de mine, aerul de la hota imi gadila praful dulce de la suprafata, simturile mele sunt accentuate. Si in sfarsit rolul meu aici poate fi observat. Ma scufund in paharul cu apa, ma afund in tornada de sentimente arzatoare. Sunt prinsa intr-un uragan de senzatii tari, de limite intinse la extrem, de sentimente aleatorii neintelese. E perfect…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Ma pierd incetul cu incetul, ultimele cateva secunde incep sa dea gust ultimelor clipe din viata mea. Incetul cu incetul efervescenta sentimentelor mele prinde viata, culoare, gustul dulce al libertati care am simtit-o cu ceva timp in urma.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Rolul meu aici, a luat sfarsit. Se spune ca in univers suntem sori si pietre. Nu stim insa daca sorii au fost creati pentru nevoia pietrelor de a fi incalzite sau pietrele pentru nevoia sorilor de a oferi caldura, stim doar ca suntem fara rost in lume atunci cand ramanem unii fara ceilalti. Fara libertate, gust si fara mine insumi, simt totusi ca am avut un rost in lume. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Sincera sa fiu, nu cred ca cineva si-ar dori sa sfarseasca intr-un pahar, facand bule… dar oare poate cineva sa inteleaga, ca este mai mult de atat?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-6425844343205262401?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/6425844343205262401/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=6425844343205262401&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/6425844343205262401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/6425844343205262401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/06/oops-error-nr-49914090.html' title='Oops. Error. nr. 49914090'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-7350744678171191782</id><published>2010-06-15T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T02:23:04.858-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacantaaa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chefless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mada .'/><title type='text'>Am un supermegatiti pe birou.</title><content type='html'>Defapt, este o masinuta de pompieri cred, mica si rosie de cauciuc care poti sa o strangi in mana. Si este jucaria lu' fratemiu, dar nu asta conteaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vara asta a inceput alandala. E totul... imprastiat. Timpul ma calca pe nervi, trebuie sa ma impart, trebuie sa aleg si ah, urasc asta.&lt;br /&gt;Plus ca e atat de cald, doamne, atata de cald! S-ar topi si norii daca ar putea, se pierd iubirile in caldura, se topesc sentimentele, cheful de viata de este luat, moleseala asta continua ma seaca, ma inneaca, ma omoara, m-am saturat.&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa fie ca ieri. Soare si ploaie. Atat, toata vara. Sa fie cald si sa fie soare, dar sa polua, sa simt ca traies sa reinvie tot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prieteniile de vara, tot ceea ce poate sa se intample sau sa dureze 3 luni. Nu sunt sigura daca vreau. Nu stiu tot ce indrug eu aici.&lt;br /&gt;E de la caldura, e de la lipsa de chef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar hei, &lt;a href="http://chefless.wordpress.com/"&gt;Mada&lt;/a&gt;, mergem la mare... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iubesc, orice vine cu o ploaie racoroasa de vara.(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-7350744678171191782?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/7350744678171191782/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=7350744678171191782&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/7350744678171191782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/7350744678171191782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/06/am-un-supermegatiti-pe-birou.html' title='Am un supermegatiti pe birou.'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-3572277565369631217</id><published>2010-06-14T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T01:45:48.097-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leapsa.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chefless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mada .'/><title type='text'>Sa vedem... DA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Merci Mada, pentru leapsa. Sa vedem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1.Care este cheia fericirii tale? Ce te face să zâmbeşti în fiecare zi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cheia? Nu exista asa ceva. Fericirea mea sta in viata mea, in oamenii din ea, in rasarit... Ce ma poate face sa zambesc? Absolut tot ceea ce ma face fericita. Dar hei, eu zambesc oricum mereu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2.Care este modelul tău în viaţă?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mai bine ma intrebai ce mananc la pranz, raspunsul asta tot continea o negatie. Nu am un model in viata. Modelul meu in viata sunt eu. Creearea si dezvoltarea mea psihica, este oferita de mine.haha. chestionar destept, l asta nu te asteptai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3.Crezi că ai pe cine să te bazezi când dai de greu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da. Am si eu asa ceva. Nu costa chiar atat de mult sa sti, niste incredere si respect sunt de ajuns cat sa existe un astfel de "cineva". Va iubesc bai, aia doi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;4.Titlul melodiei preferate este?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Time of Your Life, Jesus of Suburbia, It's not over, A twist in my story aaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;5.Păstrezi ceva ca amintire de la o persoană dragă?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa vedem... DA! Cutii cu amintiri, umerasul plin de camasi furate, tricourile din dulap, bratari, lanturi, sepci. Tot ce nu vor ei sa-mi dea si iau singura.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;6.Două lucruri pe care le ai mereu la tine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medalioanele de la gat [niciodata jos!!!] si increderea.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;7.Ce înseamna ura pentru tine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ura? Momentul in care decazi atat de mult fata de o persoana si pentru rusinea de sine nu o poti privi in ochi. Atunci cand esti atat de plin de orgoliu incat vezi anumite persoane intr-o alta forma decat sunt ele defapt. Ura e cand esti mai prejos de tine, cand esti neiertator, cand dispretuiesti. Dar pentru mine exista doar neintelegere, nu ura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;8.Crezi că dincolo de moarte este viaţă?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cred mai multe decat iti poti tu imagina chestionar mic si curios ce esti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;9.Poţi uita repede problemele?Poţi uita durerile din trecut?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In timp... Chestiile astea se invata si odata ce ai trecut prin multe, ajung sa vina de la sine.:) Pot uita, dar urma ramane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;10.Cea mai mare realizare de până acum este?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tot ceea ce am reusit sa fac eu cu mine. Nivelul la care am ajuns? Nu situ chestionarule, nu situ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Asta merge la Vlad [&gt;:)], la Lucian si la... Killer. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leapsa x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(playlist-ul pe shuffle, în playlist numai ur fav band)-Guns N'Roses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1.Are you a male or female?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet child of Mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2.Describe Yourself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paradise City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3.How do you feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;4.Describe where you currently live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Civil war [=)))pfff]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;5.If you could go anywhere, where would you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;November rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;6.Your favorite form of transportation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead Horse [aaaa???]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;7.Your best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i don't have you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;8.You and your best friend are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;9.What’s the weather like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estranged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;10.Favorite time of day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live and let die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;11.If your life was a TV show what would it be called?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dust N' Bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;12.What is life to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Don't Damn Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;13.Your relationship:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You Ain't the First&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;14.Your fear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Back off Bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;15.What is the best advice you have to give?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're Crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;16.Thought for the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything Goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;17.My motto:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's So Easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merge.. tot la cei mentionati mai sus,si cine mai vrea sa o ia, sunteti invitatii mei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Revenind la realitate.&lt;br /&gt;Imaginatia mea e topita de soare, arde sfaraind pe un cub de gheata urias. Asa ca voi astepta pana cand lumea se va domoli putin...:)&lt;br /&gt;Sunt aici, dar nu sunt peste tot. Iubire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:D&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-3572277565369631217?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/3572277565369631217/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=3572277565369631217&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/3572277565369631217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/3572277565369631217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/06/sa-vedem-da.html' title='Sa vedem... DA!'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-48701425097598825</id><published>2010-06-11T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T13:00:52.192-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacantaaa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liceu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vara'/><title type='text'>School's out for summer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Poze firstly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asta e de ieri. Dean:D dar na... Se baga Felix.[we'll miss you, big guy&gt;:D&lt;] &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThSvmr4iu_0/TBJaJt5FHiI/AAAAAAAAAgE/03Z8Y-DeGmU/s1600/P6090029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481542819447643682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThSvmr4iu_0/TBJaJt5FHiI/AAAAAAAAAgE/03Z8Y-DeGmU/s200/P6090029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hera. mica parte 10F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThSvmr4iu_0/TBJaI8YRf9I/AAAAAAAAAf8/GQ54tqjLfww/s1600/P6100071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481542806156705746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThSvmr4iu_0/TBJaI8YRf9I/AAAAAAAAAf8/GQ54tqjLfww/s200/P6100071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y[aratandu-mi mie tigarile.]:Uite, s-au rasturnat toate in geanta frate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P: Ha,ha, i-au cazut ob-urile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y:Proasta esti, taci ma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I:=)))&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThSvmr4iu_0/TBJaHzmowGI/AAAAAAAAAf0/SS4fiJHshw0/s1600/P6100062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481542786621161570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThSvmr4iu_0/TBJaHzmowGI/AAAAAAAAAf0/SS4fiJHshw0/s200/P6100062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm.. Cretule?Mana ta e...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThSvmr4iu_0/TBJaGyRhhbI/AAAAAAAAAfs/CBnW16Xg5qE/s1600/P6100080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481542769084302770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThSvmr4iu_0/TBJaGyRhhbI/AAAAAAAAAfs/CBnW16Xg5qE/s200/P6100080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne place Mara[ciuca]:d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThSvmr4iu_0/TBJaF-DxF4I/AAAAAAAAAfk/GWhVfejmNzY/s1600/P6100053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481542755067959170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThSvmr4iu_0/TBJaF-DxF4I/AAAAAAAAAfk/GWhVfejmNzY/s200/P6100053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lupu' :d&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481544029694865602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThSvmr4iu_0/TBJbQKagMMI/AAAAAAAAAgM/8pzULa75hRI/s200/P6100039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;School's out for ever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;La revedere clasa a 12-a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dupa ce am dat ieri cu bere, si cu chitari si cu imbratisari si cu detoate. Dupa ce ne-a fugarit patronul din Corin cu furtunu cu jet si ne-a facut fleascaaa!!!! , am ajuns si la ultima serbare din acest an &lt;del&gt;[mai e bacul...]&lt;/del&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa ca dupa ce am defilat si am tipat si noi ca &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"DIN CARAGIALE, F-u'i CEL MAI TAREE!!!".&lt;/span&gt; trecand peste micile lacrimi din coltul ochiului, dorul care ne va fi de ei, am luat cativa colegi de mana si am plecat in herastrau. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne-am dat in &lt;del&gt;aparatele de sex&lt;/del&gt; chestiile alea pentru ce or fi ele din parculet si dupa am plecat sa inchiriem biciclete. Asa ca eu cu &lt;a href="http://chefless.wordpress.com/"&gt;Mada&lt;/a&gt;, Mara, Liviu si Tudor am luat-o la plimbare. Am trecut pe sub tasnitori, ne-am luat in gura cu &lt;del&gt;babe dubioase&lt;/del&gt; femei varstnice si obosite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:Hai sa ne udam!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zis si facut. [ne-am udat pe naiba.] Hai sa-i chemam pe baieti sa-i udam. Eu conversam pe acolo ca ma intalnisem cu un amic si aud pe fundal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mada: Bai Tudor, veniti repede inapoi ca a cazut Pitty urat urat de tot si nu poate sa mearga... Da ma, pe bune. ... V-au luat bicicletele? Nu-i nimic, veniti.!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudor[in telefon]: BAA, A CAZUT PITTY SI CICA E RAU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mada acolo se abtinea sa nu rada. Ne trezim ca vine cristi... dar hei, trebuia sa udam pe cineva, nu?&lt;br /&gt;Mada, ti-am zis sa-i spui ca am cazut in lac si nu stiu sa inot. Ar fi venit sigur!=))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ne intoarcem noi frumos, ne punem in Baraka, eu il fugaresc pe Serban prin skate... bem un suc si plecam in gradina la poze. Ne-am mai imputinat intre timp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am plecat dupa cu Mada in mall, ne-am luat Bermudee!!:x si am mancat si here i am standing in my freaking bed. Murind de cald, da.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maine, va fac un strand?xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asa ca, school's out.!:X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CARAGIALEE!!10F![cam asta am tipat noi pe strada, in hera, pe biciclete...etc?]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Atat.[Post inteligent putiiiin mai tarziu. Pana atunci, explica &lt;a href="http://chefless.wordpress.com/"&gt;Mada[click.]&lt;/a&gt; mai multe.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-48701425097598825?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/48701425097598825/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=48701425097598825&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/48701425097598825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/48701425097598825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/06/schools-out-for-summer.html' title='School&apos;s out for summer!'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThSvmr4iu_0/TBJaJt5FHiI/AAAAAAAAAgE/03Z8Y-DeGmU/s72-c/P6090029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-3734371708619740551</id><published>2010-06-09T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T12:28:08.330-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liceu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgotten hopes'/><title type='text'>So bring me to the horizont.</title><content type='html'>Acum ceva timp am intrat cu capul sus pe o oarecare poarta amarata. Am intalnit fete cunoscute si fete care ma priveau ciudat. O cautam in disperare pe Mada. Imi aminteam cate emotii avea si eu eram doar dornica sa-mi cunosc colegii. Imi amintesc cum i-am cunoscut pe Cata si Cristi cum i-am speriat ca m-am trantit pe jos in fata lor. Imi amintesc cand radeam cu Gabi la inceputul anului, prima bauta cu Liviu si primele prietenii.&lt;br /&gt;Imi amintesc primul chiul in Flavor, primul chiul la fizica in Turkish si primile iesiri in minunatul Monkaff.&lt;br /&gt;Prima bere din Corin, vai, prima iesire. Cum i-am cunoscut pe toti din coltul vesel cum am devenit eu annoying kid pentru Lupu' si cum ma gandeam ca anul asta va trece, atat de greu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar parca ieri se intamplau toate astea. Si maine voi plange, va jur. Mi-e dor de jocurile seci cu "Fecs! What?" mi-e dor de prima criza de ras din liceu in cabinetul 101 la engleza de moaca tipului aluia.&lt;br /&gt;De cum l-am cunoscut pe Burger, de cum radeam cu Rascanu la inceput.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sau doamne, prima piesa de teatru jucata... sau prima data cand am vazut scenariul de la Hamlet, doamnee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si o sa-mi fie dor de Felix si Amina, de Radu si de tipul misterios... Au terminat a 12-a mititeiii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doamne, toti oamenii care i-am cunoscut anul asta. De la alte licee, de la mine din liceu, anturajele, noile gasti, puburile.S-au schimbat atatea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu regret. Nimic. [bine bine Mada, bitchslap, regret o gramada de chestii] dar nu din ale noastre.&lt;br /&gt;Am ajuns la prietenii bune, am trecut prin toate posibile si imposibile si maine noi nu vom mai fi 9F, realizati?&lt;br /&gt;So... this is halloween, halloween, halloween...:x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si da, m-am schimbat cand ziceam ca nu o voi face. M-am lasat dusa de val ca sa pot sa recuperez mai tarziu, am incercat sa repar si probabil am stricat mai mult. Dar nu asta conteaza acum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mada? Am fost o nemernica la inceputul anului si fata de tine stiu ca am gresit si sti ca-mi pare rau. Dar ai ajuns cea mai buna prietena a mea si te iubesc si te apreciez ca atare.big hug.&lt;br /&gt;Vlad?Ma bucur ca te-am cunoscut, mi-ai deschis ochii in multe chestii, sper sa ramai aici.[brlhme]&lt;br /&gt;Radu? Chiar daca te-am vazut de 2 ori in viata sper sa mai am ocazia sa te vad. Ma bucur enorm de mult ca am avut ocazia sa te cunosc.[Valabil pentru toti cei prezenti pe acolo sambata.]&lt;br /&gt;Eddy? Te iubesc. Habar n-ai cat de mult. Nu ma asteptam sa ramai atata timp si sa continui sa-ti susti postul de "best friend". [Daca n-ai trecut la franceza te spanzur.!]   [later edit: a trecut!!&gt;:)]&lt;br /&gt;Steevy?Mi-e dor de tine, bai frate, foarte dor.&lt;br /&gt;restul. stiti cu totii tot ce am de spus fata de voi. Va iubesc, bai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Felix si Radu, poate nu veniti dupa ce terminati a 12-a sa ne mai vizitati.!&gt;:p]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In rest detaliile zilei de azi in direct aici cu &lt;a href="http://chefless.wordpress.com/"&gt;Madalinaaaaa&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iubireee.&gt;:D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar hei, am avut un hug foarte romantic cu Mada in ploaie. Si am ajuns acasa..uda:X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-3734371708619740551?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/3734371708619740551/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=3734371708619740551&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/3734371708619740551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/3734371708619740551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-bring-me-to-horizont.html' title='So bring me to the horizont.'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-1933700484991539926</id><published>2010-06-07T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T12:41:43.018-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ei bine pur si simplu eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgotten hopes'/><title type='text'>That's what you get when you see your life in someone else's eyes</title><content type='html'>Probabil trebuia sa fi inteles acum mult timp anumite chestii, probabil am facut-o sau probabil am uitat.&lt;br /&gt;Probabil trebuia sa fi trecut prin multe chestii mult mai tarziu, sau probabil niciodata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inocenta nu-i un lucru rau, sa sti. Vad mereu oameni care se mascheaza cand sunt in afara unui subiect sau cand sunt pusi pentru prima data fata in fata cu "un ceva anume".&lt;br /&gt;Inocenta ne creeaza. Inocenta ne transforma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu nu am fost invatata sa fiu asa, crescuta sau initiata pentru a fi asa cum sunt acum. M-am creeat singura din acest punct de vedere, am privit lumea si am facut ca eu sa fiu opusul normalitatii. Sa fiu antichitatea intr-o lume moderna, sa fiu heterofila intr-o lume de gay. [exemple date la pura intamplare...]&lt;br /&gt;Am vrut sa fiu diferita si ei bine, am reusit. Am reustit sa ies in evidenta cu altceva, am reusit sa fiu o "ciudata". Sa fiu eu aia diferita, sa fiu eu cea care sfideaza. Si am sfidat si sfidez... imposibilul, orice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exista lucruri care ma caracterizeaza si care nu. Exstita lucruri tipice mie si... lucruri de care sunteti voi siguri ca nu le-as face niciodata...&lt;br /&gt;Ideea este ca... totul, absolut totul se invarte in jurul unui punct. Un singur cuvant si va voi ruga pe voi sa va ganditi la el, sa mi-l ziceti sa vi-l imaginati sa orice... Eu nu-l voi zice, ma va intrista, ma va pune pe ganduri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Loc pentru &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;FERICIREA&lt;/span&gt; fiecarui post!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what you get when you see your life in someone else's eyes. You're loosing ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't forgive myself. [Da, Mada, i'll bitchslap myself.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absurditatea e ceva normal, ignoranta e punctul nostru forte, nepasarea ne domina si fumul de tigare ne intoxica. Totul e abstract, detaliile nu mai pot prinde viata, iar eu spun lucruri care nu ar trebui stiute de voi. Ma opresc aici.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-1933700484991539926?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/1933700484991539926/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=1933700484991539926&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/1933700484991539926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/1933700484991539926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/06/thats-what-you-get-when-you-see-your.html' title='That&apos;s what you get when you see your life in someone else&apos;s eyes'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-7070030682869034661</id><published>2010-06-07T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T12:25:59.037-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preafericitul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ionie'/><title type='text'>Da.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Draga Blogule,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Eu, sunt un post &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;FERICIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; si te vizitez astazi pentru ca, un anumit Americanul aka Uivarosi Ion Tiberiu a solicitat prezenta mea aici.&lt;br /&gt;Dat fiind ca posesoarea acestui blog este momentan in crize pentru ca nu-si gaseste pana lucky 13, si dat fiind ca toate celelalte posturi [cu care nu sunt ruda, sa fie clar] sunt triste si lipsite de vesnica fericire a posesoarei blogului, prezenta mea aici va fi una scurta dar ... adanca? [fara referiri la tampeniiii.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prezenta mea aici are un singur rol. Pe aceasta pagina a acestui mirific blog trebuieste a exista un post &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;FERICIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Asa ca acela voi fi eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu drag, al tau post,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PreaFericitul.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Draga Americanule,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eu, sunt un post &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FERICIT. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Iti multumesc ca mi-ai solicitat prezenta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te anunt ca am trecut pe aici si ca voi inerca sa vorbesc cu celelalte posturi despre tristetile lor.&lt;br /&gt;Tot aici te anunt ca am trecut si pe la Pitty si i-am dat 3 palme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al tau amic,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;PreaFericitul&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-7070030682869034661?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/7070030682869034661/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=7070030682869034661&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/7070030682869034661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/7070030682869034661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/06/da.html' title='Da.'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-2197030901258729114</id><published>2010-06-05T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T10:26:30.440-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lucian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Radu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mada .'/><title type='text'>Hei hei hei, sugar.!</title><content type='html'>Si deci azi am fost la &lt;a href="http://screamaimfire2.wordpress.com/"&gt;Radu&lt;/a&gt;. Cu Mada,Amalia, Lucian, Andra, Cristina etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si deci eram in masina cu mama si i-am zis sa ma lase in gaurica darr heiiii, normal ca iar am ratat-o. M-am intalnit cu Amalia si Mada care se intalnisera cu nu stiu ce profa si bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;Am ajuns la Radu, Andra mi-a aruncat o privire dubioasa si m-a bufnit rasul. I-am salutat pe toti mi-am pus un pahar de suc si i-am luat chitara lui Lucian [pentru ca si el a luat-o pe a meaaa!!]&lt;br /&gt;Si a fost dragut. Si am cantat cu Lucian si cu restul si si si. da.&lt;br /&gt;Si am mancat pizza pana am fost atacati. O minge malefica a zburat din mainile Cristinei si eu m-am ferit si l-a lovit pe Radu si dupa a lovit paharul Meu cu bere si dupa a cazut pe jos dupa ce a imprastiat postiturile amaliei:))&lt;br /&gt;Dar a fost dragut, si am avut crize de ras si am si plans... Si am cantat Jesus of Suburbia [da. are 9 minutee!!]&lt;br /&gt;Cu alte cuvinte a fost genial.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In rest. Mi-am scos mana din ghips pentru ca nu mai suportam, si mai avem doar o saptamana, da, doar o saptamana de scoala.Si scap de bobocealaaa:D&lt;br /&gt;Nimic nou in rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aceleasi persoane cu aceleasi vise. Aceleasi vise urmand aceleasi traectorii. Iubim si pierdem, riscam si pierdem iar...&lt;br /&gt;Nu voi intra acum in subiect. Ramane pe altadata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atat.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-2197030901258729114?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/2197030901258729114/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=2197030901258729114&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/2197030901258729114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/2197030901258729114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/06/hei-hei-hei-sugar.html' title='Hei hei hei, sugar.!'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-193555253345387549</id><published>2010-06-01T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T09:21:10.816-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amintiri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ploua'/><title type='text'>hello, is it me you're looking for?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&gt;Tell me how to win your heart&lt;br /&gt;For I haven't got a clue&lt;br /&gt;But let me start by saying ... I love you &lt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Daaa.!!! Prima zi de vara! Realizezi? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Nu-mi pasa de nimic, nu de voi, nu de vremea de cacat de afara.! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ploua, oameni buni! Mai tineti minte cand ziceam ca prima ploaie de vara e a mea? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ei bine este.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; E prima zi de vara si ploua si iubesc si sunt confuza dar fericita si si si... am mana in ghips? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Libertate. Noi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Am fost si la liceu, am fost si in pirati... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Am fost si prin cosbuc, am ramas si fara o bratara... Dar nu asta conteaza, vreau eu, vreau sa fiu eu persoana potrvivita pentru... viata. Pentru tine si pentru melodia aia nenorocita! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Pentru un zambet si de data asta sa nu fie sec! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ploua. Va fi o vara lunga... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&gt;I can see it in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I can see it in your smile&lt;br /&gt;You're all I've ever wanted, (and) my arms are open wide&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know just what to say&lt;br /&gt;And you know just what to do&lt;br /&gt;And I want to tell you so much, I love you ... &lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-193555253345387549?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/193555253345387549/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=193555253345387549&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/193555253345387549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/193555253345387549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-is-it-me-youre-looking-for.html' title='hello, is it me you&apos;re looking for?'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-4792947192981677815</id><published>2010-05-30T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T12:30:38.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oameni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amintiri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stari'/><title type='text'>Well, i'm blue...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThSvmr4iu_0/TAK8YqI7AcI/AAAAAAAAAfM/O4GOuJtxB_0/s1600/P5010027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477147228650537410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThSvmr4iu_0/TAK8YqI7AcI/AAAAAAAAAfM/O4GOuJtxB_0/s200/P5010027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Vise, imaginatie, nori, cretinitate absoluta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sentimente, ratiune, dorinte si orgoliu absolut...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Asa cum tot ce ne inconjoara se schimba, noi ramanem la fel indiferent de situatie .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Betie, iarba, prietenii uitate si cuvinte spuse la repezeala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sentimente vandute pentru minciuni si lasitate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nu, nu, nu. Imaginatie absurda, prost, prost, prost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cine suntem, sau ce vrem sa fim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Unde suntem si cine ne-a adus aici?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cine ne minte si cine ne ascunde adevarul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tu, eu, eu si cu tine, eu si cu mine, noi... adica "Eu".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nume, identitate, personalitate, disperare, DIFICIL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Rationament cazut, orgoliu calcat in picioare, principii distruse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ale cui sunt toate astea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ganduri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Inocenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Incompetenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nepasare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pentru mine, totul. Pentru voi, sinceritate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/6629325353843286781-4792947192981677815?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/4792947192981677815/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=4792947192981677815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/4792947192981677815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/4792947192981677815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/05/well-im-blue.html' title='Well, i&apos;m blue...'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThSvmr4iu_0/TAK8YqI7AcI/AAAAAAAAAfM/O4GOuJtxB_0/s72-c/P5010027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-6961347165338104796</id><published>2010-05-29T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T03:14:56.581-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neconditionat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prieteni.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oameni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgotten hopes'/><title type='text'>Zilele trecute, ieri si azi. Dar maine, cine o sa fim?</title><content type='html'>Te-ai intrebat vreodata daca viata ta poate depinde de o secunda, de un gest, de un gand nestapanit?&lt;br /&gt;Te-ai gandit ca ieri ai ocolit la milimetru moartea, sau ca azi, e ultima ta zi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru asta am incetat eu acum ceva timp sa-mi planific viitorul. Voi fi dezamagita in cazul in care nu-l voi putea implini. Sa-ti vezi toate visele spulberate in momentul impactului, sa te gandesti ca n-ai facut nimic...&lt;br /&gt;Nu sunt pesimista, nu am fost niciodata si nu, nici nu voi fi vreodata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-ai ajutat mult cand ai fost sincer cu mine. M-ai ajutat si cand m-ai mintit. M-ai ajutat de fiecare data, tu, ca om, oricine ai fi, oricat de bine m-ai cunoaste.&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu mai am nevoie de sinceritate, de minciuni... nu mai am nevoie de nimic. Am nevoie de mine, de sinceritatea fata de mine si fata de voi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si pot fi sincera. Am iubit, am inselat, am turnat galeti cu incredere in cap... am mintit, am fost si sincera, am ajutat, am oferit incredere, am si avut-o...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si da da da. S-au intamplat multe in ultimul timp si mi-a ajuns.&lt;br /&gt;Asa ca pana la vara, va fi timpul meu. Doar al meu.&lt;br /&gt;Adica eu si cu mine. si-mi va fi bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca prietenia a devenit un viciu... dar eu tot iubesc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-6961347165338104796?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/6961347165338104796/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=6961347165338104796&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/6961347165338104796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/6961347165338104796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/05/zilele-trecute-ieri-si-azi-dar-maine.html' title='Zilele trecute, ieri si azi. Dar maine, cine o sa fim?'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-2019979595885134184</id><published>2010-05-29T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T01:09:33.532-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La multi ani'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neconditionat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabla'/><title type='text'>Are we demanded or am i disturbed?</title><content type='html'>O luam asa, dragut.&lt;br /&gt; 28 Mai : La multi ani, Mika. Sa fi happy si sa cresti mare.&gt;:D&lt;&lt;br /&gt; 29 Mai : La multi ani, Gabi, Dani si Simona. Sa fiti si voi happy si sa cresteti mari.&gt;:D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Va iubesc pe toti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum sa o luam mai... nedragut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da, aveti dreptate, dar imi bag picioarele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pana maine, atat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-2019979595885134184?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/2019979595885134184/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=2019979595885134184&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/2019979595885134184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/2019979595885134184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/05/are-we-demanded-or-am-i-disturbed.html' title='Are we demanded or am i disturbed?'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-4782665739371081398</id><published>2010-05-27T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T12:34:07.784-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delirareeeeeeee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><title type='text'>Am i retarded or am i just overjoyed?</title><content type='html'>I'm preety shure retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;As putea spune cat de mult ma doare piciorul. Dar nu o voi face. As putea spune ce zi "superba" am avut azi, dar nu voi face nici asta. As putea sa insir niste versuri, dar cel mai important e deja in titlu. As putea sa va vorbesc despre mustele astea nemernice care ne invadeaza, dar care ar fi rostul...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Va voi vorbi in schimb putin despre o mica, foarte mica dar importanta parte din mine. Pentru ca iar am ajuns sa pic de fraiera. Si nu am nevoie de comentarii destepte, desi m-ar bucura sa vad cateva, nu am nevoie de critica, doar asculta-ma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;De cand ma stiu, am facut mereu aceleasi tampenii. Si nu vorbesc ca trebuia sa ma duc la director cand eram in generala sau ca ma certam cu mama sau ca dadeam in copilu vecinului, astea-s chestii care le faceam pe la 10-11 ani. Nu, vorbesc de ceea ce fac eu gresit fata de mine si totodata fata de voi. Pentru ca in momentele cand nu poti fi sincer cu tine, nu poti fi sincer nici cu oamenii din jurul tau. Si asa am inceput eu sa decad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;De ce? Pentru ca mereu eu picam de fraiera, pentru ca mereu pic de fraiera. Sunt cea care face primul pas in absolut orice, relatie, prietenie... orice tip de convesatie cu oricine. Sunt cea care se implica sentimental din prima, cea care se atasaza, cea care iubeste neconditionat. Cea care renunta la tot pentru a va ajuta pe voi. Am fost mereu cea care indiferent de consecinte sau riscuri, baga mana in foc. Si credeti-ma ca arde...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Si nu am cerut nimic la schimb, am iubit chiar daca nu eram iubita, am inteles cand nu eram inteleasa, si am daruit fara sa cer inapoi. Noi nu suntem aici pe datorii si nu suport oamenii care se duc si "Bai eu am facut asta pentru tine, tu.. ce faci?" sau... "Eu as fi facut asta pentru tine, da merci nu mai e nevoie acum". Prietenia nu are conditii de genul, cand oferi o faci pentru ca vrei, nu pentru ca iti ofera inapoi aceasi favoare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dar nu asta ziceam. Ideea fiind ca, eu tot oferind si oferind, am ajuns sa nu mai am ce oferi. Pentru ca m-am consumat pentru toata lumea, pentru ca am dat oricui, chiar si pentru o zi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Si de persoane ma atasez usor, foarte usor. Si in momentul in care persoana ... se foloseste pe plan emotional de ceea ce fac eu, impotriva mea, iar ma ard. Si doare si m-am saturat sa fiu tratata asa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Si vorbeam azi cu Rafa si ii ziceam ca o sa ma racesc putin, ca sa nu fiu ranita. Si mi-a zis o chestie chiar draguta, dar nu o impartasesc cu voi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nu am nevoie de aprecieri, nu am nevoie de multumiri sau de favoruri inapoiate, nu! Am nevoie de voi sa fiti fericiti si sa ma intelegeti. Sa intelegeti ca asta vreau si ca asa sunt eu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nu sunt slaba si cu atat mai mult, nu sunt inocenta. Sunt doar sincera si deschisa. Dar voi, vreti din ce in ce mai mult si mai mult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nu sunt nici fraiera si nu sunt usor de enervat. Sunt o fire libertina care se hraneste din zambete. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Si DA, FRATE! Sunt si eu in stare sa ranesc, iti vine sa crezi? Si DA,FRATE, am facut-o si e NAŞPA! Asta vrei sa auzi? Am si eu vina, am si eu regrete. Dar am si eu o viata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Si am si eu vise. Si la ele nu renunt, pentru nimeni, niciodata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Atat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-4782665739371081398?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/4782665739371081398/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=4782665739371081398&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/4782665739371081398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/4782665739371081398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/05/am-i-retarded-or-am-i-just-overjoyed.html' title='Am i retarded or am i just overjoyed?'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-6093813679251343916</id><published>2010-05-26T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T12:55:05.268-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neconditionat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mada .'/><title type='text'>Trying to get up with that great big hill of hope.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se spune ca, nu te poti rataci atata timp cat nu-ti pasa unde esti. Oare este valabil si in ganduri, in vise...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mi-ar placea sa pot sa nu ma ratacesc in vise, mi-ar placea sa pot sa visez cu ochii deschisi, in vazul lumii, dar lumea nu te va accepta asa. In lume trebuie sa fi cu picioarele pe pamant, trebuie sa ai o viata sociala, trebuie sa ai bani si sa cunosti pe cineva, trebuie sa fi mai mult decat esti ca sa fi acceptat. Dar ce-ti ofera tie societatea daca ai toate astea? Nimic. Vei ajunge intr-o zi sa spui ca "Azi, am devenit ...  si sunt mandru/a".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Si asta te face pe tine mandru? Sa fi... cineva in ochii lor? Cum ramane cu oglinda aia din camera care stie totul despre tine, cum ramane cu copilaria care ti-a creeat drumul pana... unde esti tu acum?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Nu vreau sa ajung ca voi. Mi-e frica ca atunci "cand voi creste" voi uita de cum am fost. Lumea asta ma va schimba si voi uita ca am fost odata cea care incalca legea, cea care se distra, cea care prefera libertatea. Mi-e ca voi ajunge sclava societatii, voi ajunge sa depind de voi. Vreau sa-mi traiesc visele... si e un lucru care nu vreau sa-l uit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Nu vreau sa fiu cea care se va plange. Eu sunt umarul pe care se face asta, prosopul pentru lacrimi, buretele care amsoarbe si retine totul, care sterge totul si deseneaza un zambet. Si vreau sa fiu asa... sa raman asa. Pentru mine, pentru voi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Si iar ma tem ca oamenii vor vrea mai mult de la mine, ca vor distruge copilul din mine si vor scoate tot ce-i mai rau, tot ceea ce am ascuns, tot ceea ce urasc. Imi vor cere sa ma maturizez si nu vreau sa merg mai departe decat sunt acum. Imi vor cere sa inteleg, chiar daca eu inteleg deja. Imi vor cere sa fiu obiectiva cand nu e cazul si subiectiva cand as fi avut altceva de spus. Si nu vreau sa-mi rasucesc si sa-mi invart gandurile si ideile ca sa fie in favoarea voastra. Am facut asta atata timp... fac asta, de atata timp. [Cu toate ca da, as avea probabil alta parere. pentru voi, renunt la mine.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Si voi continua sa renunt la mine pentru... zambetele voastre? Dar nu voi renunta niciodata la vise pentru orgoliul din capu' vorstru...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Atat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;[In rest, ziua de azi a decurs prost. M-am trezit 3 sferturi de ora mai tarziu si heiii, am febra musculara la craci si abea ma misc. am luat 20 la testul la engleza (din 10 puncte maxim:))) pentru ca profa.. na, ma iubeste. Si da, &lt;a href="http://chefless.wordpress.com/"&gt;Madalina&lt;/a&gt; e genie.Atat de azi. Săsă aka Saşa? Merci de peste.:))]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And here comes the bla bla bla...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-6093813679251343916?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/6093813679251343916/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=6093813679251343916&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/6093813679251343916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/6093813679251343916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/05/trying-to-get-up-with-that-great-big.html' title='Trying to get up with that great big hill of hope.'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-6835717991133086152</id><published>2010-05-25T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T11:41:53.418-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neconditionat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><title type='text'>De la amintiri la regrete si de la viata la amintiri.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pentru ca viitorul nu-I decat o gluma, incercam sa fugim de el cat mai repede. Sau, eu incerc? Mereu m-am ascuns de viitor, mereu am evitat sa vorbesc despre el s-au sa-l planific. Am evitat asta fiindu-mi frica sa nu raman blocata in el, sa nu ma obsedeze perfectionarea lui in asa fel incat sa uit de mine si de prezent, asa ca am renuntat la ceea ce voi fi. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am renuntat si la ceea ce am fost din acelasi motiv. Frica de a ramane blocata in trecut, uitand de prezent, de viata mea de acum crestea pe zi ce trece. Si renuntand astfel la ceea ce urma sa fiu si la ceea ce am fost candva, m-a adus in situatia de fata. Obsedata de eterna zi de “azi”. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doamne, de cate ori am putut zice asta? “Eterna zi de azi”. Pe unde scriam,pe unde filozofam, era intr-una din propozitii… Si asa am ajuns sa uit total de mine. Fara trecut si fara viitor eu nu mai aveam sens. Eram ratacita pe undeva, obsedata de zilele ce curgeau si treceau si dureau din ce in ce mai mult. Lucrul care m-a tinut in viata a fost prezenta oameniilor din jurul meu. Facandu-I pe ei fericiti, cu glume seci sau amuzante, cu bagatul meu in problemele lor cu… incercarea mea de-ai inveselii cu fiecare ocazie, prin toate acestea incercam sa le ofer zambete, sincere, zic eu… Nu stiu de cate ori mi-a reusit, dar stiu ca ma tinea in viata, stiu ca eram fericita cand erau si ei. Si am ramas asa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si am regretat ca am ajuns sa depind de oameni. Eram fericita la zambetele lor, dar puteam sa plang seara cand ei nu erau bine. Eram influentata sentimental mai mult decat ma asteptasem vreodata sa fiu. Eram manipulata de propriile mele incercari de a face oamenii sa se simta bine. Si cu cat ei avansau, eu decadeam…&lt;br /&gt;Si pot spune ca mi-am dat seama prea tarziu.Ei deja erau totul pentru mine. As fi putut fi salvata de oamenii care nu ma cunosteau, de oameni carora nu le pasa de mine. Dar ia-I de unde nu-s… Oamenii se ataseaza de mine, oamenii vad in mine “ceva diferit”, oamenii vor mai mult de la mine. Vreau sa stiu ce este acel “ceva” pe care il am eu si nu-l au altii ca sa pot sa-l dau, ca sa pot sa fiu normala, sa pot sa scap de lesa in care sunt tinuta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum ar fi viata mea, fara voi? Fara acesti oameni care imi fac rau? Nu-mi pot imagina normalitatea vietii, nu-mi pot imagina o viata a mea, in acest sens. E absurd sa crezi ca eu m-as putea lua de mana cu normalitatea. Simplitate, normalitate, placeri absurde si ganduri necomplicate, inexistenta complexitatii si cuvinte seci. Cum as putea eu trai cu asa ceva? Nu, nu, nu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complicata sau nu, viata asta ramane a mea. Si poate ramane a mea pentru ca s-a obisnuit cu mine, pentru ca m-am obisnuit cu ea. Si o iubesc chiar daca nu ma iubeste, si ma iubeste chiar daca nu o iubesc. Sa fi complicat e simplu, sa fi simplu, pentru mine, e complicat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa ca, complexitatea inexistenta din cuvintele insiruite mai sus se incheie. Pentru ca acum e viitor si viitor va fi trecut cand eu voi pune punct, deci va trebui sa uit. Si eu, sa merg mai departe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Pentru vise, pentru amintiri si pentru libertatea gandirii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pitty.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-6835717991133086152?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/6835717991133086152/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=6835717991133086152&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/6835717991133086152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/6835717991133086152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/05/pentru-ca-viitorul-nu-i-decat-o-gluma.html' title='De la amintiri la regrete si de la viata la amintiri.'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-8865474530432320570</id><published>2010-05-23T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T13:04:10.144-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chefless'/><title type='text'>Long you live and high you fly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&gt;Smiles you'll give and tears you cry...&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Era o chestie, undeva prin liceu, parca pe usa de la cabinetul de istorie cu "Vrei viitorul a-l cunoaste, te-ntoarce in trecut".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;De ce sa aiba dreptate, dar de ce n-ar avea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sa ma intorc in trecut sa schimb adevarul? Nu e asta ceea ce vreau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ne auzim intr-o zi de maine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-8865474530432320570?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/8865474530432320570/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=8865474530432320570&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/8865474530432320570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/8865474530432320570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/05/long-you-live-and-high-you-fly.html' title='Long you live and high you fly...'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-6315604345110321450</id><published>2010-05-22T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T12:53:26.398-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chefless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgotten hopes'/><title type='text'>Vreau sa iubesc, iar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;In asteptarea unor zile mai bune, zile fara voi, zile cu soare, asa cum a fost azi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Vrau vara, acum. Vreau sa nu mai dorm in Cool Cat si sa pot sa stau pe iarba la soare la vioara. Vreau sa fie cald, vreau sa arda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Ce sa arda? Tot. Incepand cu amintiri si sfarsind cu lacrimi. Plecand de la prieteni si terminand cu oamenii falsi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Apreciez totusi ca exista sinceritate, aveam nevoie de ea zilele astea, chiar aveam, asa ca merci...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;[You call me a stranger...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Dar voi va cunoasteti macar?Eu stiu cate ceva despre fiecare. Voi, stiti cate ceva despre voi?Vrem mereu sa ajungem mai sus si sa fim mai buni, dar nu stim daca o facem pentru noi sau pentru imaginea noastra din ochii lor.  Si defapt... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Never cared for what they say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Eu ma opresc aici.Sa nu intram in depresie. [Ma rog, eu sa nu intru.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Soare. :) &lt;em&gt;Si eu, vreau sa iubesc...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-6315604345110321450?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/6315604345110321450/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=6315604345110321450&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/6315604345110321450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/6315604345110321450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/05/vreau-sa-iubesc-iar.html' title='Vreau sa iubesc, iar...'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-5501970301631408009</id><published>2010-05-21T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T10:30:20.626-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neconditionat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chefless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgotten hopes'/><title type='text'>Si viata nu-i decat o picatura...</title><content type='html'>Se spune ca totul incepe cu o privire, cu un cuvant... cu un biletel trimis, cu o incercare. Cu ambitie si cu vointa, cu dorinta si cu vise... asa incep toate. Dar viata mea cum incepe? Incepe cu mine, asta e clar. Si cum se termina? Voi afla, intr-o zi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa cum "Zambet" incepe cu "z" si se termina cu "lacrimi"? Asa cum incep si se termina, asa vine si se duce. Asa sunt si eu.&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu sunt aici sa vorbesc despre mine.Sunt aici sa vorbesc despre ceva nou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa incep. Dar ce vreau? Dar ce sa incep? As putea sa termin, dar nu am cum... Vreau sa incep o scrisoare, de ramas bun sau ....? Sau sa incep o carte, ah, am inceput-o de mult.&lt;br /&gt;Sa incep o viata.! Dar am una deja.  Sa incep un vis?Cum ramane atunci cu celelalte?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voi incepe cu voi. Pentru ca asa pot si sa termin.&lt;br /&gt;Propozitiile astea insiruite aici, va jur ca nu au niciun rost. Voi ma credeti, de ce o faceti?De ce?&lt;br /&gt;Voi, sunteti diferiti. Pot citi aici persoane care nu mai conteaza pentru mine, persoane care candva au insemnat ceva, persoane pe care acum le iubesc, chiar si mama...[Dai te rog muzica mai incet?Aud de aici...!!]&lt;br /&gt;Voi sunteti dubiosi, nu pentru ca nu intelegeti ce indrug eu aici, ci pentru ca va mai chinuiti sa intelegeti. Poti intelege ce scriu eu aici doar daca ma cunosti. Doar daca sti cine sunt cu adevarat.Si credeti-ma, sunt putine persoane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Te citesc ca pe o carte deschisa si tu-mi spui ca nu te cunosc?" Am mai auzit asta. Ei bine ori esti orb si fraier, ori te uiti doar la pozele editate care ti le pune cineva pe paginile cartii mele. Cartile au suflet, a mea, de ce nu ar avea? Nu am nevoie de tine. O sa apreciez o persoana atunci cand eu o consider "adevarat prieten" si persoana respectiva nu se considera. Doar atunci. Cand nu exista orgoliu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar sa ne intoarcem la oile noastre.&lt;br /&gt; Dar nu acum.&lt;br /&gt;Altadata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi sunt fericita si nervoasa.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt fericita pentru ca... Am alergat prin ploaie cu castile in urechi si pentru ca am sarit in balti.Si da, vreau vreau vreau prima ploaie de vara!!!&lt;br /&gt;Si sunt nervoasa pentru ca cineva habar n'are sa minta, si pentru ca altcineva isi tine telefonul in cur.&lt;br /&gt;Dar va iubesc pe amandoi/amandoua? aaa. pe ea si pe el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malina? Merci. Mi-erea dor de tine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-5501970301631408009?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/5501970301631408009/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=5501970301631408009&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/5501970301631408009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/5501970301631408009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/05/si-viata-nu-i-decat-o-picatura.html' title='Si viata nu-i decat o picatura...'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-4221123747143938008</id><published>2010-05-19T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T12:52:40.644-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chefless'/><title type='text'>M-am saturat de intrebari...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;[Over and over...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si ii suna ceasul la 6 dimineata. Apasa in lene de vreo 3 ori pe butonul de "snooze" si intr-un final si ridica greu din pat... [Aici intervin eu].&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O priveam in oglinda,adormita si ciufulita, obosita si cum mai era ea... Apuca cateva haine, face ce are de facut prin casa si pleaca...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Destul de racoare.. era deja 7 si ceva cand se plimba pe strada.[Si iar fuge dupa 97 ca nebuna...]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[m-am plictisit de ea, trecem la mine.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cum spuneam, era deja 7 si ceva si eu o sunam pe Mada sa vad pe unde e... ok, am cules-o pe Mada, am ajuns la liceu...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Latina-fîţ fîţ ; geografie la fel.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Engleza- Romana[care nu s-a facut] -TEZA. ultima.![ave! am scapat si de astea...]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Profi au plecat la chestia aia. asa ca noi am plecat...[nu la ore, asta e clar]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si nu stau sa istorisesc cum am fost carata cu capu'n jos prin aviatorilor si cum m-am plimbat cu adina si popa prin romana tot cu ei si cu andreea prin hera etc.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L-am cules pe Radu din Orient, pe Eddy , Rafa si cine mai era pe acolo din Oktoberfest si dai si hai sa incercam sa urcam pe motoare. Nimeni jos la garda... WOW!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu: Sa vezi acum ca e acum unu pe scari si ne da afara=))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Radu:Ete na!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doua scari am mai urcat si se aude.. "VOI, unde mergeti?"  -"umm, pai..." "18 ani???" "nu..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si dai si coboara... ok, o luam cu liftul, am fraierit mosul, am urcat cu liftu. Am dat de gardian pe scari. Am intrat in laptarie...[GOL!!!] ne-am ascuns in spate, am coborat la motoare incercand sa nu ne gaseasca.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pe motoare... GOL. Locul ala e sec, e sumbru, e linistit. Nu rasuna nici o chitara, nu tipa nimeni, nu fuge nimeni fericit...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nici posterele cu Exit nu mai sunt... Si mi-e dor de el&lt;/em&gt;. Locul ala... moare.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 minute am stat acolo si vine.. dap, ne'a badigardul. si dai si evacueaza motoarele.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Eddy: SI NU AVEM 18 ANI!!!]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Restul e fantezie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zile seci si dureroase si iar seci si umede.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'll just step outside, take a deep breath and get high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pe bune, nimic nou, nimic care sa ma traga departe de ceea ce doare. Doar amintiri si cutite invartite in rana...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Long you live, and high you fly, smiles you'll give and tears you cry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Vreau alte vise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&gt;&gt;N-am uitat sa iubesc doar ca... nu-mi aduc amite. Si da, am invatat sa simt, fara cuvinte.:)&lt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-4221123747143938008?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/4221123747143938008/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=4221123747143938008&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/4221123747143938008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/4221123747143938008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/05/m-am-saturat-de-intrebari.html' title='M-am saturat de intrebari...'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-6124299664153233649</id><published>2010-05-16T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T10:54:39.411-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ei bine pur si simplu eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabla'/><title type='text'>Copilarie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's a love story baby just say yes&lt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fluturasi, furnici sau orice or fi fost...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Un copil inocent care a uitat fara sa fi cunoscut inainte...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pentru ca s-a indragostit sau poate pentru ca ii placea melodia. Pentru zambetul lui sau poate pentru sclipirea din ochi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dar cine este ea? Draga de ea...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;Those days, of warm rains come rushing back to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miles of windless, summer night air&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Secret moments, shared in the heat of the afternoon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Out of the stillness, soft spoken &lt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[ii urasc pe TOTI cei care m-au sunat azi sa ma intrebe daca vin la ac/dc. Merci pentru ca ati invartit cutitul in rana:))]&lt;/em&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/6629325353843286781-6124299664153233649?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/6124299664153233649/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=6124299664153233649&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/6124299664153233649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/6124299664153233649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/05/copilarie.html' title='Copilarie...'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-7534153373544761111</id><published>2010-05-15T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T10:07:00.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noaptea Muzeelor.</title><content type='html'>Buna seara,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dupa cum stiti, in fiecare an pe data de 15 mai, sarbatorim Noaptea Muzeelor. Peste 30 de muzee din bucuresti dunt deschise pana maine dimineata si asteapta vizite.&lt;br /&gt;Eu va astept la Muzeul Taranului Roman, pana la ora 02:00 sa intrati intr-un modul din labirintul umanitar. &lt;a href="http://www.noapteamuzeelor.ro/"&gt;www.noapteamuzeelor.ro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si un click &lt;a href="http://www.cordcenter.ro/gallery/image/1444.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;, va rog, pentru placerea mamei.:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-7534153373544761111?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/7534153373544761111/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=7534153373544761111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/7534153373544761111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/7534153373544761111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/05/noaptea-muzeelor.html' title='Noaptea Muzeelor.'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-5550025976926577660</id><published>2010-05-14T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T12:15:06.964-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neconditionat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgotten hopes'/><title type='text'>Take my heart! I'll take your hand...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Nu mai imi dati sfaturi! Pot sa fac prostii si fara ajutorul vostru.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Nu am ce sa zic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Nu stiu ce v-as mai putea spune. Incep sa-mi pierd memoria, inspiratia... totul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Incerc sa-mi dau seama cand naiba am ajuns aici, cand a trecut atat de repede, cand s-a pierdut iubirea in vant... Incerc sa realizez cat timp a trecut de cand v-am uitat si de cand mi-am amintit de alti "voi'. Cand am fost ultima data pe motoare la o bere si cand am stat pe malul lacului in soare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Cand am iesit toti ultima data cu chitara sa cantam? Cand a trecut ultimul an?Cat de putin mai e pana se termina asta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Timpul ma uraste in continuare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Din cauza ta, am distrus totul. Tu, m-ai facut sa pierd. M-ai invartit pe degete ca o secunda, m-ai batut la cap cu amintiri si viitor. Am distrus relatii cu tine, mi-am pierdut sperante. Am incetat sa mai visez, tot din cauza ta si odata cu asta, am incetat sa mai cred. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tu esti motivul. Tu esti elementul in plus. Fara tine, am fi mai fericiti, as fi mai fericita, intelegi??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Esti un nemernic, locul tau nu e aici. Din cauza ta, amintirile dor, din cauza ta, ma ratacesc zilnic prin mii de ganduri si iluzii desarte, din cauza ta sunt asa cum sunt! Din cauza ta m-am pierdut. Din cauza ta i-am pierdut pe ei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pentru ca nu stiu sa te controlez, pentru ca n-am stiut sa profit de tine. Timp idiot.Opreste-te!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-5550025976926577660?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/5550025976926577660/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=5550025976926577660&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/5550025976926577660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/5550025976926577660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/05/take-my-heart-ill-take-your-hand.html' title='Take my heart! I&apos;ll take your hand...'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-1075103093776529688</id><published>2010-05-12T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T11:39:15.114-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ei bine pur si simplu eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neconditionat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mada .'/><title type='text'>And every new begining it's some beginings end...</title><content type='html'>[Cum se numeste ma chestia aia care o fac baietii cu mana cand se plictisesc? Scuze Vlad pentru... aberatia mea:)) Chiar uitasem... asa ca da, Pitty l-a batut pe Chuck Noriss la scandenberg fara maini:&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revenind la oile noastre, da, chiar am oi.&lt;br /&gt;De cand nu am mai scris? Nu mai tin minte...&lt;br /&gt;Cert este ca mirifica viata este un cerc, un... nu stiu ce inexplicabil care se invarte si face ocoluri si tot acolo ajunge asa ca intr-una din zilele astea o vom lua de la inceput. Ura.&lt;br /&gt;Nu, nu am frustari, nici suparata nu pot spune ca sunt, nu sunt trista si nici nervoasa, nu sunt intr-o stare sentimentala si nici ratacita nu sunt.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt doar fericita de soare si de ploi, sunt doar mandra ca mi-am repus increderea in oamenii, si sper ca-s aia buni de data asta...&lt;br /&gt;Sunt fericita ca mi-am gasit wammy bar-ul.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt fericita ca... nu stiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In curand o sa... Nu.&lt;br /&gt;Incepand de maine, voi... Nu.&lt;br /&gt;M-am saturat sa... Nu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trecem peste chestiile astea, nu pentru ca v-ati saturat voi sa le auziti, ci pentru ca astept momentul potrivit.&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa bat un apropo, nesimtit, pentru multe, foarte multe persoane. Orgoliul, este un viciu.Scapa de el.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt defecta si atat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mada?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-1075103093776529688?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/1075103093776529688/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=1075103093776529688&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/1075103093776529688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/1075103093776529688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-every-new-begining-its-some.html' title='And every new begining it&apos;s some beginings end...'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-5207084752609050838</id><published>2010-05-09T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T10:44:05.594-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabla'/><title type='text'>Vorbeste cu voce tare in gand!</title><content type='html'>Da Radu, voi vorbi cu voce tare in gand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultima zi de liniste si incepe ultima saptamana de chin.&lt;br /&gt;So today we had fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-am trezit pe la 8, am ajuns in dristor pe la 11... Chip, Fane, Eddy si Raluca, bine ati venit in grupa&gt;:D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Am plecat cu Fido inspre casa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-am cules pe Radu de la piata presei, am fost in mall. Nu a vrut nimeni sa ne faca poza cu masina asa ca am plecat. I-am luat lu tata de ziua lui niste lichior..[La multi ani, tata&gt;:D&lt;  te iubesc.]&lt;br /&gt;Si hai si plimba-te prin mall, prin carefour etc si bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;Am facut pana la urma poza cu masina.[o vedeti maine]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am ajuns prin cartier dupa multe crize de ras si conversatii ciudate.Si am sfarsit pe o bordura in damaroaia cu 3 prezervative.:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dupa, m-a scos Gherfas pe afara si am amintit din copilarie cu inca un tip, foarte tare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trecand la chestii serioase.&lt;br /&gt;Viata mea, fie ea cat de complicata o fi are partile ei bune.Mi-am dat seama ca pe langa toti oamenii cu care am probleme... exista persoane sincere, pe care le iubesc pentru ceea ce sunt si care ma fac din punctul asta de vedere... simpla.&lt;br /&gt;Complicata, dureroasa si cum o mai fi ea.. viata asta, eu, sunt fericita.:)&lt;br /&gt;Si in ultimul timp de voi, am avut cea mai multa nevoie.Si va iubesc, pe toti, toti, toti.&lt;br /&gt;Merci.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-5207084752609050838?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/5207084752609050838/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=5207084752609050838&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/5207084752609050838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/5207084752609050838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/05/vorbeste-cu-voce-tare-in-gand.html' title='Vorbeste cu voce tare in gand!'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-1982162595797848829</id><published>2010-05-08T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T13:22:24.895-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neconditionat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Radu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mada .'/><title type='text'>Gaurica!!</title><content type='html'>Da, am trecut pe langa ea, iar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu, nu voi da detalii despre ziua de azi pentru ca nu meritati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tot ce spun este ca am cunoscut oameni geniali anume Radu, Lucian, Cristina si aaa... Andra!Si va multumesc mult mult mult pentru ziua de azi, pentru ca m-am simtit super bine.&lt;br /&gt;Si Radu? Ma bucur foarte foarte foarte mult ca te-am cunoscut, sper sa mai am ocazia sa va mai vizitez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am cunoscut-o si pe Pheobe , genialitatea mica a Madalinei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu voi delira mai mult. Pentru astazi, imi ajung furtunile de sentimente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt; Dream is Destiny&lt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-1982162595797848829?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/1982162595797848829/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=1982162595797848829&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/1982162595797848829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/1982162595797848829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/05/gaurica.html' title='Gaurica!!'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-8902926055060039325</id><published>2010-05-07T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T12:21:46.040-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voluntriate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neconditionat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liceu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabla'/><title type='text'>Este o zi...  [si Mada.]</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Mada e in titlu pentru ca ea a vrut sa fie.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ei bine nu am idei inspirate. Azi, am avut voluntariat la Viitor plus si am cunoscut oameni geniali si am ascultat un tip genial cantand pasarea colibrii si am dat baloane si am avut ecuson si am mancat la mec si restula aflati la &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://chefless.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Madaaa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; pentru ca mi-e lene sa scriu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si acum voi impartasi cu voi, desi probabil nu ar trebui o chestie care am scris-o in ora de engleza (si putin la romana) so here we go...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Buna dimineata, Soare... unde esti? Este una din acele zile dureroase, o zi care doare, o zi cu nori in care imi doresc, DA, imi doresc sa ploua. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E o zi seaca, o zi din trecut, traita azi. Este o zi in care traiesc, fara mine in ea, o zi care nu-mi apartine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sentimente amestecate, neintelese,  false, exprimate sau ascunse, dureroase, grele, dragute sau de ura, frica sau fericire. Ti-e frica, te ascunzi, inebunesti, te pierzi... iar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cad galeti de incredere, se trag si se rup sfori, decad persoane si cresc sperantele, mor visele, iluziile, iubiriile si... voi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Jocul o ia de la inceput, ziua abea incepe, totul porneste in graba si tu te impiedici si cazi, te ratacesi si Doamne, ce frig poate sa fie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E frig pentru ca a inchetat trecutul, pentru ca si viitorul e la fel si iti ramane doar ziua de azi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Arde. Doamne, vreau sa arda, o scanteie, o flacara, o urma de dorinta si speranta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Orice, doar, fa-o sa se termine...  Ziua asta, e dureroasa, e sangerie, e trist, e grav...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Este o zi care doare. Si nu, noi nu dramatizam nimic aici, noi nu avem dorinte ascunse si nici sperante desarte. Noi intelegem si nu doar ceea ce ni se permite. Noi suntem vi, dar suntem falsi si suntem multi, dar suntem degeaba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E o zi cu nori, o zi, in care vreau sa ploua. Nu vreau sa fie trist, vreau sa fie "painfull".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;De ce? Ca sa trecem de azi si sa vina Soarele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E o zi care doare. Si pentru pesimismul tau o sa curga cerul, o sa se inalte apele, o sa pluteasca luna si o sa zboare stele. Pentru ca trebuie sa crezi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tu, nu mai crezi, nu mai crezi in mine, nici in tine, nu mai crezi in nimic, pentru ca te-a durut pe tine de cateva ori. Ce sa zic, fraiero!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Te-a durut, o sa mai doara. Du-te si fugi. Elibereaza-te. Esti mai bine acum?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Daca da, ma bucur. Nu ca mi-ar pasa. Nici ca ai vrea tu sa-mi pese...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E o zi, dinaia' cu nori, in care vreau sa ploua... ca sa nu-mi mai dau seama ca plangi. O zi in care ploaia sa spele tot, Tot, toate acele dorinte si sperante. Toate acele iluzii desarte sa fie spalate, va rog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Este o zi, in care sunt o marioneta seaca pentru ca voi m-ati facut sa fiu asa, pentru ca nu e soare, pentru ca inca nu ploua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fericire? Esti aici? Vrei macar... sa vi, sa ma privesti? Poti alege daca stai sau pleci, doar, te rog, treci pe la mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Vreau sa vad cum arati... si adu-mi niste soare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&gt;Nu exista an fara nor, fara ploi...&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Punct.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mda. And that was it.:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inspiratia mi-a venit la cafeaua de dimineata.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Va las acum...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maine, il voi cunoaste pe Radu si ma bucura ideea.:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-8902926055060039325?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/8902926055060039325/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=8902926055060039325&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/8902926055060039325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/8902926055060039325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/05/este-o-zi-si-mada.html' title='Este o zi...  [si Mada.]'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-6307342874130571722</id><published>2010-05-05T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T11:43:16.860-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amintiri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgotten hopes'/><title type='text'>Arde, arde... AU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;del&gt;I hope I've made you see&lt;br /&gt;That I'm gone forever&lt;/del&gt; &lt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nu, nu asa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da, da, da, asa e cand te joci cu &lt;del&gt;viata &lt;/del&gt;focul... E amuzant, sclipeste, e interesant, atractiv, te inchinge la inceput, capata din ce in ce mai mult oxigen si... arde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O flacara&lt;/em&gt;, o zi din viata mea.&lt;br /&gt;O scanteie, o posibilitate, o oportunitate...&lt;br /&gt;E interesant, pentru ca &lt;em&gt;pot sa risc.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E atractiv, pentru ca &lt;em&gt;nu-mi pasa&lt;/em&gt; daca ma doare pe mine.&lt;br /&gt;Ma inchinge la inceput, pentru ca... e rosu, e sangeriu.&lt;br /&gt;Capata oxigen pentru ca sper, pentru ca vreau mai mult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si arde&lt;/em&gt;... pentru ca exista bariere &lt;em&gt;intre noi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa filozofez, nu vreau sa exagerez, &lt;em&gt;nu vreau&lt;/em&gt; sa devin prea nedorita emonica neinteleasa. &lt;em&gt;Nu vreau sa ranesc&lt;/em&gt;, nu vreau sa aud bataile grabite ale inimii mele, auzindu-va pe voi in telefon. [Voi, adica...da.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa uit, &lt;em&gt;nu vreau sa pierd&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Nu mai&lt;/em&gt; vreau sa pierd, am pierdut destul si de voi, &lt;em&gt;am nevoie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa... mai apara scantei pentru ca ma vor arde. Si nu vreau sa mai fie atractiv pentru ca va va arde pe voi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Firar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si mi-am regasit locul meu de &lt;em&gt;visare&lt;/em&gt;. E cald, e seara, cerul e senin, geamul e periculos si eu... eu vreau mai multe vise.&lt;br /&gt;Si nu, nu le voi mai arde. De ce? Pentru ca &lt;em&gt;ma doare&lt;/em&gt; sa va vad... indurerati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa ca vreau un zambet, al vostru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu?Da...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt; So, I'll stay up all night&lt;br /&gt;With these bloodshot eyes&lt;br /&gt;While these walls surround me&lt;br /&gt;With the story of &lt;del&gt;my &lt;/del&gt;our life &lt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-6307342874130571722?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/6307342874130571722/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=6307342874130571722&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/6307342874130571722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/6307342874130571722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/05/arde-arde-au.html' title='Arde, arde... AU!'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-753904424687023665</id><published>2010-05-04T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T12:07:34.788-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ei bine pur si simplu eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><title type='text'>Hei there...who?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Da, stiu, poza nu e reusita. Dar ce face omu' dupa ore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThSvmr4iu_0/S-BqdoUQKMI/AAAAAAAAAeM/qcZ-YKINVgI/s1600/Dot.100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467487004898896066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThSvmr4iu_0/S-BqdoUQKMI/AAAAAAAAAeM/qcZ-YKINVgI/s200/Dot.100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu&lt;/em&gt;, iar te uiti urat la mine. Iar exista ceva ce &lt;em&gt;nu-ti convine&lt;/em&gt;... cu alte cuvinte, iar esti aici.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;De data asta ce mai vrei? Iertare? Nu, ai avut o a doua sansa, dar s-a dus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Inteleg, probleme tale si problemele lor, viata ta in paralel cu a lor, tu in balanta cu ei... Ce-mi zici mie??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Incearca&lt;/em&gt; sa rezolvi chestiile astea... Incearca sa faci ceva mai bun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ai incercat si n-ai reusit sa faci nimic si ai ajuns tot aici? Nu stiu ce sa zic, imi pare rau... Poate ca ar trebui sa nu-ti mai pese chiar atat de mult. Da, da, stiu ca e greu si ca nu poti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bine, bine. &lt;em&gt;Am inteles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pai daca iar te blochezi, de ce te tot bagi in chestii deastea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hei, cineva mi-a zis acum ceva timp ca &lt;em&gt;prietenii adevarati&lt;/em&gt; sunt cei care te ridica de la pamant, redandu-ti un zambet, de fiecare data cand ai nevoie de ei... Asa ca nu-i mai cauta, asteapta-i.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Oamenii sunt cruzi, sunt rai, nu ai inteles asta pana acum?&lt;em&gt; Fraiero.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Apreciez totusi ca esti inca aici. &lt;em&gt;Ma mir ca ai rezistat.&lt;/em&gt; Alte persoane, traind o zi din viata ta, cedau de mult... Tu totusi rezisti... ma intreb insa, cat? &lt;em&gt;Ai limite.&lt;/em&gt; Le-ai intrecut pe toate, stiu si faci asta in continuare, stiu, stiu, stiu. De parca nu te-as cunoaste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mereu in vietile lor, mereu sa ii ajuti pe ei. Si fraiera de tine e fericita cu cafeaua de dimineata, orele de liceu si berea de dupa ore, nu? Normal... Intelege odata ca viata lor, nu e a ta. Si ca se descurca si singuri!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Povestea vietii tale, nu e povestea celor din ea! Tu ai zis asta, mai ti minte?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;M-am saturat de tine&lt;/em&gt;, m-am saturat sa te vad asa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Au dreptate cand iti spun ca esti "&lt;em&gt;happy&lt;/em&gt;" in viata reala si dupa vi si te plangi pe blog. &lt;em&gt;Au dreptate&lt;/em&gt;. Da cartile pe fata, fi asa cum esti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Da, da, stiu. Asa esti tu, dar... schimba ceva. ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nu de alta... dar avand in vedere ca &lt;em&gt;suntem una si aceasi persoana&lt;/em&gt;, mi-e si mie greu sa ma inteleg cu tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;Oglinda, am lipit-o... Dar tu, tot imprastiata esti...&lt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;I'd fly away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To a higher plane...&lt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Atat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-753904424687023665?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/753904424687023665/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=753904424687023665&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/753904424687023665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/753904424687023665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/05/hei-therewho.html' title='Hei there...who?'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThSvmr4iu_0/S-BqdoUQKMI/AAAAAAAAAeM/qcZ-YKINVgI/s72-c/Dot.100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-5456853239373635791</id><published>2010-05-03T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T12:33:17.377-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teatru'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pitis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liceu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chitara'/><title type='text'>1,2,3 si stai, ce ziceam?</title><content type='html'>Fail try to entertain duminica.. Antonia la aparat:&lt;br /&gt;Vio: Hai cu arpegiul ala.&lt;br /&gt;Anto: Am facut un arpeci, interlo, aron, interan... CE???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trecand peste.&lt;br /&gt;Luni dimineata -cafea- ora de romana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fail fail fail fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teza geografie- 5. Iupiii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haideti sa devenim seriosi. Uneori stau si ma intreb daca &lt;del&gt;animalele&lt;/del&gt; oamenii, pardon, se pot intelege intre ei, daca au auzit de pacea pe pamant sau de... "comunicare"?&lt;br /&gt;Nu intru acum in subiect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi am fost la Florian Pitiş. Si heeei, a fost noaptea de muzica si au cantat trupa Chiul [aka iubiti nostri colegi din caragiale] si si si Made In Romania [unde iubita noastra Irina canta la bass.(:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe drum de intoarcere, in masina cu Mada si &lt;del&gt;Mamanolee&lt;/del&gt;  Mama, trecem pe langa Ionita si cum il chema, cum il chema... imi scapa momentan. Care au fost in juriu.&lt;br /&gt;Si eu de colo incep sa fac ca disperata cu mana. Mama, cum ma iubeste, deschide geamu' si [Ianţu mă, Ianţu îl chema!!!] incepe sa conevrseze cu' nea' Iantu:)))&lt;br /&gt;Eu de colo , "V-au placut Caragialistii?" Si Ionita, dragul de el... "Mm.. nu prea".&lt;br /&gt;"CEE??DE CEE??" si a plecat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si iata-ma in fata laptopului, cu chitara zacand in fata mea, scriindu-mi tema la romana si alta pe mail.&lt;br /&gt;In rest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mada-lina; Mada-lin; Eddy; Radu si Vlad primesc huguri si iubire.:X&lt;br /&gt;Am uitat pe cineva? Si Mika&gt;:D&lt;&gt;:D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-5456853239373635791?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/5456853239373635791/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=5456853239373635791&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/5456853239373635791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/5456853239373635791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/05/123-si-stai-ce-ziceam.html' title='1,2,3 si stai, ce ziceam?'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-1564221864846918194</id><published>2010-05-01T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T10:41:29.142-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ei bine pur si simplu eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp'/><title type='text'>I can still recall...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&gt;I saw so many things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But like a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Always losing me in a cloud&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pentru ca am nevoie de un singur zambet ca sa pot zambi si eu, de'aia.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pentru voi, nu va mai zambi nimeni. Pentru ca voi, sunteti cruzi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Viata mea e fericita. Si acum, sunt si eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[Mada, citeste versurile.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&gt;Cause i couldn't cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Cause i turned away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Couldn't see the score&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Didn't know the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Of leaving yesterday really far behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;In another life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;In another dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;By a different name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Gave it all away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;For a memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And a quiet lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And i felt the face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Of a cold tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Still don't know the score&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But i know the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Of leaving everything really far behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And if i could cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And if i could live what truth i did then take me there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Heaven goodbye...&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-1564221864846918194?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/1564221864846918194/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=1564221864846918194&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/1564221864846918194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/1564221864846918194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-can-still-recall.html' title='I can still recall...'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-3348761611546189975</id><published>2010-04-30T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T12:49:53.396-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ei bine pur si simplu eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neconditionat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgotten hopes'/><title type='text'>big fat NO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"big fat NO" este o foarte scurta propozitie care de cativa ani incoace o scrie Pitty cand trebuie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Big fat NO&lt;/em&gt;, este atunci cand Pitty realizeaza ce... fraiera e.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;De ce?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well, totul a inceput cu mult timp in urma cand o persoana inocenta s-a trezit singura in mijlocul unui &lt;em&gt;drum pustiu&lt;/em&gt;. Ani de zile a urmat acel drum, al vietii sa-i zicem, cu obstabole, gropi, garduri, ziduri, portite de scapare, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In timp ce inainta pe acel drum castiga mai mult si mai mult, iar alte ori pierdea pe drum tot ceea ce castigase. Prietenie, incredere, sperante?[inutile, desigur...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Era o persoana, un om ca toti ceilalti, o viata putin mai complicata, dar era a ei. Si se simtea bine. Stia ce-i un zambet sincer, stia semnificatia unei imbratisari, citea oamenii din priviri si ii putea ajuta... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Era iubita.&lt;/em&gt; Dar nu putea zice nu. La nimic. Pentru ca nu putea fi egoista, nu putea fi! Saraca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Chiar si cand nu-i convenea, chiar si cand era prea greu pentru ea, Da-ul trebuia luat in brate si pe Nu, trebuia sa-l calce in picioare. Ei bine, acea persoana e la fel si azi. Si o cunosc de mult timp si imi permit sa vorbesc asa despre ea pentru ca acea persoana sunt eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Big Fat NO? &lt;em&gt;you're still mine, and i'm not glad...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Trebuie sa invat odata si odata ca in viata asta, a mea, nu exista numai lucruri sau persoane care ma pot face fericita si ca nici eu nu sunt cheia orcarei probleme, desi am incercat mereu sa fiu. Trebuie sa invat ca pot ajuta o persoana pana imi "&lt;em&gt;sparge in cap galeata aia de incredere&lt;/em&gt;" cum spune Mădă...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Trebuie sa invat sa trec peste lucrurile care ma ranesc, nu sa ma adancesc in ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Trebuia sa invat sa traiesc in viata mea si nu in a voastra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trebuia sa fi invatat de mult&lt;/em&gt; sa-mi respect principiile si nu am facut-o, tot pentru voi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Trebuia sa fiu eu! Cu voi toti... dar eu am facut-o cu o singura persoana.[nu cu mine!] care de asemenea mi-a spart galeata in cap...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nu exista persoane diferite, am inteles asta, pot crede in ele, dar ele nu exista. Si iubirea? Hehe&lt;em&gt;, incepe sa fie batuta de vant... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dar cine isi doreste asta? Cine isi doreste ca iubirea sa fie risipita in aer? Cine vrea... o viata fara acest pasaj important? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cine vrea asta, &lt;em&gt;Eddy&lt;/em&gt;? Cine? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Eu?Eu vreau sa traca, ca sa nu mai doara... Eu vreau sa fie batuta de vant ca sa poata veni alta.Eu vreau sa nu mai fie in fata mea zi de zi, dandu-mi cu o galeata in cap. Tu? Tu vrei toate astea, la fel ca mine, dar o vrei si inapoi. Sau te inseli? Sau nu mai stiu eu ce vorbesc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Big Fat No, Eddy, big fat NO...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just if i could...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vreau sa am&lt;/em&gt; puterea de a fi sincera cu mine, vreau sa am puterea de a nu va rani pe voi, vreau sa am puterea de a ma convinge ca eu, pot fi o persoana buna si fara sa traiesc vietile voastre cu probleme, a mea... are destule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dar ah!Si voi aveti nevoie de ajutor. Adica, nu s-o gasi pitty intr-o vineri sa zica "Imi bag picioarele, i'm out" si sa va lase cu ochii in soare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pentru ca m-as impusca daca as mai auzi odata "Ce s-a intamplat cu tine...?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nu frate, nu.&lt;/em&gt; Eu voi fi mereu acolo pentru &lt;em&gt;VOI&lt;/em&gt;, chiar si cand ma veti vorbi pe la spate si voi sti asta, chiar si cand ma veti face proasta in fata, eu voi fi acolo pentru voi. Pentru ca diferenta dintre noi e ca mie imi pasa, eu ma implic, eu vreau sa ajut! Pentru ca eu va iubesc chiar daca voi nu o faceti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Eu voi fi acolo, eu va voi sfatuii...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dar oglinda e sparta, geamul putin crapat si amintirile au inceput sa arda...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu, dragii mei, unde sunt?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Atat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-3348761611546189975?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/3348761611546189975/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=3348761611546189975&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/3348761611546189975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/3348761611546189975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/04/big-fat-no.html' title='big fat NO!'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-3131566771570121924</id><published>2010-04-28T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T11:56:54.991-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liceu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp'/><title type='text'>Prima mea iubire...? Nu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ovidiubabolea.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/vin-iubire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 449px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 568px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://ovidiubabolea.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/vin-iubire.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [voi spera ca in imagine intalnim vin si bere, asa, ca pentru titlu:"&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ce da va zic?[da, sunt la tic.] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trecand peste, ziua asta a fost, ei bine de tot... de toata... ete na. O zi tampita.&lt;br /&gt;Dar pe langa toate astea, am avut o tema la romana, draguta pot spune. O compunere intitulata "Prima mea iubire..." dar hei, am luat un 10 pe ea si m-am vorbit cu Mada sa o scriem pe blog. So... here we go...&lt;/em&gt; [Mada tre' sa o postezi odata cu minee!!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:times new roman;color:#006600;"  &gt;"Ar fi putut fii si prima mea jucarie, tot ratacita pe undeva ar fi fost... "Iubire" nu e un cuvant prea greu, prea complex?Sau poate unul mult prea simplu...&lt;br /&gt;Am auzit de zeci de ori ca la 15-16 ani nu exista dragoste si am contrazis afirmatia de multe ori. De ce? Pentru ca ea exista, doar ca este simpla, neconditionata, pura...&lt;br /&gt;Nu, nu voi vorbi despre prima mea iubire, pentru ca a fost a mea, dar doar a fost... Nu o voi face pentru ca imi este imposibil sa transpun in cuvinte ceea ce am simtit. Fericirea, nu poate fi pusa in cuvinte, altfel am fi fost cu totii fericiti.&lt;br /&gt;Un fluture. Poti alerga dupa el si nu-l vei prinde niciodata, sau poti sta linistit visator si el ti se va aseza pe umar... Poate asa e si fericirea si dragostea. Suntem atat de ocupati sa o cautam, sa o avem, sa ne mandrim cu ea in loc sa o asteptam, sa o simtim, sa fie bucatica noastra din cer. Atat am avut si eu...&lt;br /&gt;Am avut un vis, am crezut in el, l-am primit, l-am trait, l-am visat, a fost bucatica mea de cer si am fost fericita si inca sunt...&lt;br /&gt;Dar lumea e cruda, e oarba, e prea ocupata cu ceilalti... Viata ta e importanta, nu a lor! Desi nici eu nu respect asta...&lt;br /&gt;Totusi, chiar si dupa ce ai simtit-o , chiar si dupa ce ai trecut prin ea de zeci de ori, chiar si dupa ce te-a facut fericit si s-a risipit, "iubirea" e un cuvant greu si credem in ea chiar daca o putem doar simti nu si vedea...&lt;br /&gt;Revenind la jucaria de la inceput, cineva ti-a daruit-o, te-ai bucurat de ea, ai invartit-o in maini, si te-a facut sa zambesti, ai luat-o cu tine cand plecai de acasa si ai dormit cu ea unoeri, ai plans probabil cand ai crapat-o si cineva ti-a lipito redandu-ti un zambet si dupa ceva timp ai ratacit-o pe undeva, un raft prafuit sau un vis un vis uitat, o lume a ta din care ai iesit, o realitate furata sau un nor batut de vant.&lt;br /&gt;Dar sti ceva? Intr-o zi, va fi din nou o zi, a ta, una speciala in care vei mai primi o jucarie si jocul o va lua de la inceput...Poate de data asta vei avea grija de ea, nu o vei mai sparge si vei spera sa nu o pierzi...vei spera... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:times new roman;color:#006600;"  &gt;Prima mea iubire a fost o jucarie, una care mi-a oferit un zambet sincer, dar a fosta mea! Si am fost un copil egoist cand nu v-am lasat sa va jucati cu ea, da am fost! Pentru ca a fost visul meu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:times new roman;color:#006600;"  &gt;Si voi presupune ca m-am blocat aici, va voi permite acum sa iesiti din realitatea mea sami lasati povestea si sa continuati sa traiti in visul vostru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:times new roman;color:#006600;"  &gt;Al meu, a fost batut de vant... [Sunt Defecta!!]"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Ieii.:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Cam asa, deci. Madalina Andreea Mezaros!!!Unde esti??:((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;[Aaaaa, te-am gasit!:"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Voi? Hmm. Luati oa carte buna in brate.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-3131566771570121924?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/3131566771570121924/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=3131566771570121924&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/3131566771570121924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/3131566771570121924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/04/prima-mea-iubire-nu.html' title='Prima mea iubire...? Nu.'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-141969012058189817</id><published>2010-04-27T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T04:17:49.016-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amintiri'/><title type='text'>Lucruri nedefinite sau pur si simplu mister.?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;E complicat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prea complicat, mult prea complicat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si vreau sa scap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Da, sa scap. Vreau la mare. Vreau briza aia uroasa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vreau libertate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar cine poate sa lase in urma trecutul cand tot ceea ce urmeaza depinde de el? Cine poate sa isi uite amintirile cand tot ce are mai drag pe lume se regaseste acolo...? Eu, poate as vrea toate astea, dar as regreta daca as reusi...&lt;br /&gt;As regreta multe, prea multe si nu mi-am dorit niciodata sa am ceva de regretat, niciodata!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt lucruri nedefinite, sau pur si simplu mister?&lt;br /&gt;Atat, momentan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-141969012058189817?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/141969012058189817/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=141969012058189817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/141969012058189817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/141969012058189817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/04/lucruri-nedefinite-sau-pur-si-simplu.html' title='Lucruri nedefinite sau pur si simplu mister.?'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-7048793254531313467</id><published>2010-04-23T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T09:38:14.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teatru'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oameni'/><title type='text'>Pozeee.!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThSvmr4iu_0/S9HKiKG2zeI/AAAAAAAAAd0/7L0DswercM4/s1600/DSC02451.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poze de la piesa de teatru- Hamlet.:) [si nu, nu era in romana:))]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inainte de piesa:D Mada, Eddie and I:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThSvmr4iu_0/S9HJtJ2IubI/AAAAAAAAAdE/PrMhM3_rtQQ/s1600/DSC02407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463369600551401906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThSvmr4iu_0/S9HJtJ2IubI/AAAAAAAAAdE/PrMhM3_rtQQ/s320/DSC02407.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThSvmr4iu_0/S9HKhsW3DeI/AAAAAAAAAds/AAW8whcvxqU/s1600/DSC02450.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De pe la sfarsitul piesei, din ciclul "Mortii nu rad!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThSvmr4iu_0/S9HKhsW3DeI/AAAAAAAAAds/AAW8whcvxqU/s1600/DSC02450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463370503168658914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThSvmr4iu_0/S9HKhsW3DeI/AAAAAAAAAds/AAW8whcvxqU/s320/DSC02450.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian si Vali in pantomima...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThSvmr4iu_0/S9HJuIGNwJI/AAAAAAAAAdU/L2zVWnEpGck/s1600/DSC02434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463369617261838482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThSvmr4iu_0/S9HJuIGNwJI/AAAAAAAAAdU/L2zVWnEpGck/s320/DSC02434.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThSvmr4iu_0/S9HJuIGNwJI/AAAAAAAAAdU/L2zVWnEpGck/s1600/DSC02434.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discutia dintre Hamlet si Horatio de la inceput. Eu[Laertes, fara costum undeva jos in colt:))]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThSvmr4iu_0/S9HJthQMEAI/AAAAAAAAAdM/T7wwMFtS7pc/s1600/DSC02421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463369606834688002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThSvmr4iu_0/S9HJthQMEAI/AAAAAAAAAdM/T7wwMFtS7pc/s320/DSC02421.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThSvmr4iu_0/S9HJuIGNwJI/AAAAAAAAAdU/L2zVWnEpGck/s1600/DSC02434.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ha??] Lupta dintre Hamlet si Laertes. [De ce mor eu primaa??]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThSvmr4iu_0/S9HJuaNAQVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/5LAdfJWnqSw/s1600/DSC02442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463369622122152274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThSvmr4iu_0/S9HJuaNAQVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/5LAdfJWnqSw/s320/DSC02442.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din ciclul "Taci si mori odata!" :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThSvmr4iu_0/S9HJuVQV7AI/AAAAAAAAAdk/CMR__rIdu8g/s1600/DSC02443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463369620793977858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ThSvmr4iu_0/S9HJuVQV7AI/AAAAAAAAAdk/CMR__rIdu8g/s320/DSC02443.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThSvmr4iu_0/S9HJuIGNwJI/AAAAAAAAAdU/L2zVWnEpGck/s1600/DSC02434.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pozele de dupa din Corin nu le fac publice.:))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-7048793254531313467?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/7048793254531313467/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=7048793254531313467&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/7048793254531313467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/7048793254531313467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/04/pozeee.html' title='Pozeee.!!!'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ThSvmr4iu_0/S9HJtJ2IubI/AAAAAAAAAdE/PrMhM3_rtQQ/s72-c/DSC02407.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-1009670439194204697</id><published>2010-04-23T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T07:52:05.621-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teatru'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oameni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgotten hopes'/><title type='text'>Every me and every you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;Nu exista an, fara nor, fara ploi...&lt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emotii, neintelegeri, lume falsa, de toate, intr-o singura saptamana.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teza la geografie-praf-pulbere-firar!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Festivalul Shakespeare? Ieii. macar atat am facut si noi bine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;La multi ani : Lupu', Bulbi, Goge si Bebe.:D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In rest, hai sa o dam in d'alea de care nu-i plac Madalinei.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sa fie clar,odata pentru totdeauna, atat pentru cei care ma cunosc ca, eu, NU MA ASCUND!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daca am ceva de zis, o fac. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si inca ceva. Daca durerea mea, e satisfactia ta, inseamna ca stiu mai multe decat tine si durerea mea e falsa doar ca satisfactia ta sa poata fi ridicata indeajuns de mult incat sa ramana doar atat din tine. Par inocenta?Afla ca nu sunt. Par inofensiva?Indrazneste sa "ma aprinzi". Ce nu-ti convine?Ca esti pe locul 2? Ca... "superioritatea" pe care crezi ca o ai, e doar o fantezie ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sau te temi de oamenii din jurul tau?Te temi de cei care iti pot intoarce spatele. Da poate oamenii din jurul tau stiu cu totii adevarul despre tine si raman alaturi de tine ca sa te doboare.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nu, nu fac referire la cineva anume, chiar nu fac, dar voi?Sunteti ORBI.!! Sunteti lasi si sunteti falsi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si asta, imi da mie satisfactie. Pentru ca iti vine sau nu sa crezi, dragul meu prieten din fata monitorului, oamenii, indiferent cat de prosti, inocenti sau filozofi ar fi ei, sunt in stare sa distinga o persoana falsa, de una sincera. Si iti vine sa crezi sau nu,  cand ii numesti "prieteni buni", iti rad pe la spate. De ce ? Pentru ca ei stiu cum esti tu defapt, pentru ca ei isi permit sa zica ca "stiu mai multe despre tine", pentru ca ei, oricat de mult te-ar asculta o fac uneori pentru ca n-au incotro si oricat de greu iti vine sa crezi, ti-o faci cu mana ta, ascunzandu-te dupa unul din degete. Si nu te va scoate nimeni, niciodata, din tampeniile in care te bagi. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pentru ca acele "galeti cu incredere" in momentul cand le innapoiezi goale, nu se vor reumple, ci iti vor fi sparte in cap.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doare? Habar nu ai ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In rest, viata e buna cand sti ca persoana de langa tine e sincera. Si eu sincer am avut cele mai geniale zile, alaturi de oameni geniali, care ei bine, m-au ajutat sa trec peste multe..."dureri".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eddy?Maine esti inchiriat de mine, da?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vlad? Esti un afis genial.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mada? Esti o ... o... esti Mada.&gt;:D&lt; [cu alte cuvinte, da.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Si si si va iubesc, da!]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Vin si pozele mai incolo...]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;Let me be your freedom, let daylight dry your tears...&lt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-1009670439194204697?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/1009670439194204697/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=1009670439194204697&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/1009670439194204697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/1009670439194204697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/04/every-me-and-every-you.html' title='Every me and every you...'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-3896156663661516852</id><published>2010-04-21T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T08:00:53.314-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neinteles.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neconditionat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><title type='text'>Despre adevar...</title><content type='html'>Despre adevar, nu, nu voi vorbi despre asta. Niciodata!&lt;br /&gt;De ce? Deoarece el nu exista?!&lt;br /&gt;Deoarece el se ascunde de noi asa cum si noi ne ascundem de el. Pentru ca adevarul ne ascunde viitorul, pentru ca voi nu stiti ce ne asteapta. Pentru ca noi retraim, retraim si retraim. Dar nu innaintam niciodata. Asteptam 2012 si o facem degeaba, el va veni si va trece, de fiecare data cand vom ajunge acolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abea acum sunt neinteleasa, Mada.&lt;br /&gt;Poate ca istoria noastra vrea sa ne spuna ceva, poate ca adevarul este acolo, sau poate ca nu vom afla niciodata.&lt;br /&gt;Poate ca ei au stiut si au fost ucisi pentru asta si poate ca si eu stiu, si voi fi ucisa pentru asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tac, nu e locul potrivit aici, si acolo afara, sunt prea multi care cauta, si prea putini care gasesc... si din pacate mult prea multi care inconstienti ii asteapta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-3896156663661516852?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/3896156663661516852/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=3896156663661516852&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/3896156663661516852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/3896156663661516852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/04/despre-adevar.html' title='Despre adevar...'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-470504755647168729</id><published>2010-04-20T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T09:07:21.553-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neconditionat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leapsa.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><title type='text'>Restul e fantezie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Si daca nu am chef de tine, lasa-ma!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmda, ceva de genul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu ce sa incep? ok. Vlad? La multii anii!!!! Sa fi super super fericit si cum mai vrei tu sa fi&gt;:D&lt; [Vladiiiie e majorr!!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ar fi atatea zeci de mi de lucruri de spus, atatea subiecte de dezvoltat, dar pentru ce? Pentru voi? Vorbim zi de zi despre probleme noastre, despre cat de idiot e ala/aia care se uita insistent la tine, despre durerile noastre si despre cum "nu avem nimic" doar ca sa iesim cu ceva in evidenta, sa fim in centrul atentiei.&lt;br /&gt;Zi de zi, judecam, criticam, ne bazam pe aparente. Dar nimeni nu se opreste din astea pentru a cunoaste, pentru a intelege, pentru a gasi o explicatie, nimeni inafara de mine si de inca cativa "fraieri". Oameni deastia seci, carora le pasa, nu-i asa?&lt;br /&gt;"Haha, fraiere/o!!" De ce ma, de ce? Ca nu sunt imbracada cu D&amp;amp;G?Ca nu am o tona de armani in cap? Ca nu fumez? Ca nu vreau sa stau ca un caine dupa fundul nu stiu cui? Ca am principii? Ca nu le incalc? De ce sa accept ca zici tu ca sunt "fraier/a" cand adevarul ingrat e chiar in fata mea? Asa si? Prefer o carte decat un joc video, prefer un voluntariat decat o iesire la bere, prefer uneori o iesire la bere decat sa fiu "boss" sa fac pe sefu pe nu stiu unde cu alti destepti.&lt;br /&gt;Generatia asta merge in joooosss!!!! Si din pacate si noi cu ea fie ca avem sau nu partea noastra de vina. Si cand ma gandesc ca voi, cei din generatiile trecute ziceati ca noi suntem viitorul. Ei bine, acest viitor nu o sa mai fie, in curand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restul e fantezie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si pentru ca va iubesc si ma urati, dau o leapsa pentru Mada, Voodoo pentru ca zilele astea ati fost cei mai tari oameni si va iubesc. si si si lu Vladie pt ca e ziua lui&gt;:D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leapsaaa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) luati o carte cea mai la indemana, deschideti la pagina 18 si scrieti aici randul al 4-lea - "...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;brusc bucuia de a vedea cum se statorniceste anarhia poetica."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Fara sa verifici cat e ceasu -&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;6:50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;3) Acum, verifica...- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;6:54&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)cum sunteti inbracat?-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pantalonii de trening si un tricou mov?:-s&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)inainte de a raspunde la acst chestionar, la ce va uitati? - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;caietul de geogra?:-l&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)ce zgomot ati auziti in afara de al calculatorului? - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dela amplificator si al ploii&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)cand ati iesit ultima data si ce ati facut cu ocazia respectiva? - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;azi dimineata,am fost la liceu..?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)ati visat ieri noapte ? - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;poatee?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) cand ati ras ultima data? - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;acum 3 secunde cand am citit asta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)ce aveti pe pereti incaperii unde sunteti?- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 tablouri, o olginda, o poza pe carton cu Goge, muulte poze cu Gabi,Eddy,Fido bla bla si cu mine in rame dragte, si niste chestii din ikea. si un pergament. si un ceas mare portoocaliu si desene si versuri si ...ce o mai fi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)Daca ati deveni multimilionar peste noapte, care ar fi primul lucru pe care l-ati cumpara? -&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;un epiphone les paul si un bax de bere?:-s&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)Care este ultimul fim pe care l-ati vazut?- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mmm. ala de la Mada. "Amintiri din epoca de aur"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) ati vazut ceva neobisnuit azi ? - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;vad ceva neobisnuit in fiecare zi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14)Ce parere aveti despre acest chestionar? - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pai, o sa ma urasca Vlad:-s&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)Spuneti-ne ceva ce nu stim inca - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;maine dau teza la geogra:-l&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16)Care ar fi prenumele copilului dvs. daca ar fi vorba de o fata ? - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matilda=)). glumesc.. probabil Julie...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Care ar fi prenumlele copilului dvs. daca ar fi baiat? - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eric sau Thomas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18)V-ati gandit deja sa locuiti in strainatate ? -&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; doar m-am gandit si am visat...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19)Ce ati dori ca Dumnezeu sa va spuna cand intrati pe portile railui ? - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ca macar de acum inainte o sa fie simplu...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;20)Daca ati putea schimba ceva in lume in afara de politica, ce ati schimba? -&lt;br /&gt;21)Va place sa dansati?- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lumea...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;22)George Bush ?- &lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;=))))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23)care a fost ultima chestie pe care ati vazut-o la televizor? - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nu mai stiu cand m-am uitat ultima data...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;24)care sunt cele 4 persoane care ar trebui sa preia acest chestionar? - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paii Vlad (Voodoo), Mada si si Vlad. si a patra persoana e toata lumea care vrea.:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-470504755647168729?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/470504755647168729/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=470504755647168729&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/470504755647168729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/470504755647168729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/04/restul-e-fantezie.html' title='Restul e fantezie...'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-8212948221950703093</id><published>2010-04-18T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T11:45:59.857-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp'/><title type='text'>Ol' Pitty had a farm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Pai, da.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce pot sa spun despre astazi?[fara sa ma leg de ziua de ieri.]&lt;br /&gt;La 6 eram in picioare, la &lt;em&gt;6:45&lt;/em&gt; fugeam dupa tramvai...&lt;br /&gt;La 7 m-am vazut cu Eddie la 8 fara un sfert eram la Niolae Grigorescu.Si da-i si du-te cu autocarul in comuna Dragos Voda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajunseram deci noi acolo si ne apucaram de treaba.&lt;br /&gt;Revenind la &lt;em&gt;seriozitate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiind voluntari la&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.viitorplus.ro"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ViitorPlus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, contribuim la mediu prin tot ce putem, participand la proiecte de reciclare, inlocuirea materialelor cu unele &lt;em&gt;bio&lt;/em&gt;... etc.&lt;br /&gt;Unul dintre aceste proicte se numeste &lt;em&gt;Adopta un copac&lt;/em&gt; [gasiti pe site] unde ei bine, voi adoptati si noi plantam. Asa ca am plantat astazi copacei si copacei si pini si alti copacei, si m-au muscat furnici, si m-am jucat cu o soparla si Andrei inca nu isi recunoaste infrangerea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa ca taci si sapa.[la propriu!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[In rest? M-am saturat de "smecherasii" din cartier si doamne cat n-as da sa citeasca aici. Un comentariu sa nu mai aud de la voi, bai astia, cand nu va convine ceva, ia simplificati peisajul.:) In rest, &lt;em&gt;huguri&lt;/em&gt; gratis&gt;:D&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si si si , &lt;em&gt;Vlad&lt;/em&gt;? Meci pentru bratara si pentru ca m-ai adus in cartier chiar daca nu voiai sa faci asta si imi pare rau ca &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; te-ai ratacit prin rahova si merci pentru cantecel "ol' mc Pitty had a farm, and in that farm she had a tree..:)) Si nu, nu erau bonsai style.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Atat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-8212948221950703093?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/8212948221950703093/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=8212948221950703093&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/8212948221950703093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/8212948221950703093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/04/ol-pitty-had-farm.html' title='Ol&apos; Pitty had a farm...'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-527963683712242967</id><published>2010-04-17T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T08:24:18.812-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leapsa.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neconditionat.'/><title type='text'>Leapsa x2. si salutari</title><content type='html'>Pai, am amas datoare cu 2 lepse :d una de la Radu si una de la Mada so here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De la Mada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ce carte nu ai imprumuta şi de ce?&lt;br /&gt;Alte motive pentru a zambii de Zig Ziglar pentru ca pot!!&lt;br /&gt;2. Ce carte nu ai recomanda si de ce?&lt;br /&gt;Pe culmile disperarii-Cioran. Pentru ca omul e nebun.&lt;br /&gt;3. Ce carte nu ai cumpara si de ce?&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu... probabil un thriller:-s&lt;br /&gt;4. Ce carti nu ai citi niciodata si de ce?&lt;br /&gt;Thrilere.doua motive... ma tin in suspans si ma sperie.&lt;br /&gt;5. Ce carte nu ai scrie niciodata si de ce?&lt;br /&gt;una despre mine...&lt;br /&gt;6. Care-ar fi prima carte pe care ai da-o, intru citire, copiilor tăi?&lt;br /&gt;cred ca Recreatia mare:D sau cismigiu &amp;amp;Co.&lt;br /&gt;7. Care a fost cartea copilariei tale?&lt;br /&gt;Vrajitorul din oz!:X&lt;br /&gt;8. Cartea pe care ai făcut-o cadou ultima dată, ai citit-o?&lt;br /&gt;Da.:)&lt;br /&gt;9. Ce carte ti-a marcat felul de a fi?&lt;br /&gt;Emil Cioran- Pe culmile disperarii, da, m-a facut sa ma bucur de viata, nu ca dementul ala.&lt;br /&gt;10. Ce carte pe care ai citit-o ai lua-o cu tine pe o insulă pustie?&lt;br /&gt;Daca-s fi o musca .As citi-o de zeci de ori.&lt;br /&gt;11. Ce carte pe care n-ai citit-o, ai risca să o iei cu tine pe o insulă pustie?&lt;br /&gt;.Idiotul .:d Mereu am vrut sa ma apuc de ea...&lt;br /&gt;12. Cum se numeste cartea pe care ai citit-o de cele mai multe ori?&lt;br /&gt;Inca o zi. [Mitch Alboom]&lt;br /&gt;13. Numeste o carte plictisitoare.&lt;br /&gt;Romanul adolescentului miop...&lt;br /&gt;14. Numeşte-ne o carte pe care ai început-o, dar nu ai terminat-o.&lt;br /&gt;limitele magiei. [momentan am uitat autorul...]&lt;br /&gt;15. Povesteşte-ne cum cumperi o carte.&lt;br /&gt;ma uit pe spat,admir coperta, o studiez si o iau:d&lt;br /&gt;16. La ce renunţi ca să cumperi o carte?&lt;br /&gt;la Mec:))&lt;br /&gt;17. La ce nu renunţi ca să cumperi o carte?&lt;br /&gt;...:-??&lt;br /&gt;18. Cărţile cărei edituri îţi plac cel mai mult?&lt;br /&gt;nu am preferinte, in fond conteaza autorul si cartea nu editura&lt;br /&gt;19. Cât timp a trecut de cand nu ţi-ai mai cumpărat o carte? Cum se numeşte acea ultimă carte cumpărată?&lt;br /&gt;2-3 zile cred. Despre Ploaie- Martin Page&lt;br /&gt;20. Ce carte/cărţi ai împrumutat ultima dată?&lt;br /&gt;Inca o zi-Mitch Alboom creed si i-am dat-o Mikai.&lt;br /&gt;21. Care este scriitorul român preferat?&lt;br /&gt;mmm... Probabil Manolescu.&lt;br /&gt;22.Care este scriitorul străin preferat?&lt;br /&gt;Mitch Alboom!!!!&lt;br /&gt;23. Ecranizarea cărei cărţi ai dori să o vezi?&lt;br /&gt;Carta fara nume-Anonimus.&lt;br /&gt;24. Numeşte o carte a cărei ecranizare ţi-a plăcut mai mult decât romanul în sine.&lt;br /&gt;Fire and Ice.&lt;br /&gt;25. Numeşte o carte bună cu o ecranizare proastă.&lt;br /&gt;Inca o zi de Mitch Alboom?:)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zece chestii care îmi plac.[De la Radu:d]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visele.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Psihologia.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chitarile mele iubite.:X&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Libertatea.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zambete neconditionate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Varaaa.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Briza usoara de pe malul marii.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Berea rece.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Camasile albastre.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cerul innorat si zilele ploioase.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lepsele astea merg la cine vor ele sa se duca.Drunk. Love.&gt;:D&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Vlad e obligat sa le faca!:&gt; (you wanted it!!)]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-527963683712242967?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/527963683712242967/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=527963683712242967&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/527963683712242967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/527963683712242967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/04/leapsa-x2-si-salutari.html' title='Leapsa x2. si salutari'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-748358343194650015</id><published>2010-04-16T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T12:18:26.173-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neconditionat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leapsa.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chefless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgotten hopes'/><title type='text'>Cand esti obligat sa revii la realitate un timp...</title><content type='html'>Si trecand cu vederea prin viata am ajuns sa realizez ai multe lucruri. Dar mai important, v-am clasficat pe voi, cei din viata mea si nu numai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca aici, intalnim orice, dar un lucru e sigur, nu exista prieteni. Exista oameni si persoane. Oamenii sunt cei care se ascund, care au doua fete, oamenii sunt cei care nu-ti vor oferi incredere, oamenii sunt cei in care nu merita sa-ti pui increderea, oamenii sunt cei care te vor lasa balta, oamenii sunt cei care vor rade de tine.&lt;br /&gt;Persoanele sunt cele sincere, sunt cele care pentru tine vor fi mereu la fel, persoanele sunt cele in care ar putea sa-ti orefe incredere, sunt cele in care ar merita sa crezi, persoanele sunt cele care te vor ajuta si cele care iti vor crede in tine cand tu nu mai poti face acest lucru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prietenii? Duplicity. E tot ce pot spune. Nu sunt nici oameni, nici persoane, nici undeva la mijloc. Sunt tot ce poate fi un om si tot ce poate fi o persoana, problema fiind ca pot controla aceste lucruri. Se pot folosi de increderea care le-o acorzi, importiva ta, se pot folosi de mai multe personalitati pentru a te distruge, sau iti pot oferi zile senine si zeci de zambete nevinovate prin simpla lor prezenta.&lt;br /&gt;Prietenii? Nu, nu exista, sunt oameni sau persoane, doar ca intr-o oarecare masura fac parte din viata ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Influentare, manipulare... vise distruse.&lt;br /&gt;Cand esti obligat sa revii la realitate un timp, te pierzi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dependenta... de vise, de vicii, de nepasare.&lt;br /&gt;Ironie... fata de lume, sentimente si moarte.&lt;br /&gt;Dragoste... fata de tot ce nu poti sa ai.&lt;br /&gt;Tu? Fata de toata lumea.&lt;br /&gt;Toata lumea? Cu spatele la tine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Nu, Mada, nu sunt emonica neinteleasa:))]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum lepsele de la &lt;a href="http://chefless.wordpress.com/"&gt;Madaa&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca ai o porecla : Pitty!!:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unde locuiesti :  teoretic, bucuresti.. practic, acasa.&lt;br /&gt;Inaltime : 1,54.:"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca ai o zi onomastica : vreo doua de nume, si ziua berbecimii mele 9 aprilie:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocupatie :  sa sacai. [voluntariatele se pun?]&lt;br /&gt;Frati, surori :  Briana si Tudoor:x. Plus familia din liceu/cartier/vechea scoala etc.&lt;br /&gt;Limba materna :  romana cred...&lt;br /&gt;Limbi vorbite :  Germana, Engleza si si si stiu 3 cuvinte in franca/spaniola/si si latina!:x&lt;br /&gt;Colectii :   cartele de metrou, bilete de teatru/film si tren si si si cheitzeee&lt;br /&gt;Numar la pantofi :  nu port pantofi!&lt;br /&gt;Scoli absolvite:  179?:-s&lt;br /&gt;Materia preferata :  umm. logica?&lt;br /&gt;Ce hobby-uri ai? :  sa stresez lumea.[kiddin'] paai. sa cant, sa ma plimb, sa ma holbez cate juma de ora la o bordura ca sa ma intreb dupa de ce fac asta... sa topai, sa ma arunc in fund pe strada, sa sperii babe, sa ma pisicesc, sa fiu eu.:)&lt;br /&gt;Dorinta :  sa nu devin un simplu om.&lt;br /&gt;Vise :  vesnica zi de azi si inexistenta zilei de maine. Vise? glumesti.&lt;br /&gt;Numere norocoase :  9, 24 si 32&lt;br /&gt;Ticuri:  sa-mi rod un deget, si la vorbe "pentru ca pot";"deaia";"nu";"fratee";"pe bune?"&lt;br /&gt;As vrea sa revad :  marea!! [si pe dada:X]&lt;br /&gt;Ai animale de casa? :  Papagal[Richi] Javra[caine-foxy:))] .. si mama ma are pe mine:X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[cealalata o fac maine. pana atunci asta merge la Vlad (scuze scuze, nu ma injura)..si la Claudiu ca nu l-am mai auzit de mult si mi-e dor de el. Bitch!&gt;:D&lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-748358343194650015?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/748358343194650015/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=748358343194650015&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/748358343194650015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/748358343194650015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/04/cand-esti-obligat-sa-revii-la-realitate.html' title='Cand esti obligat sa revii la realitate un timp...'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-2447336088576562975</id><published>2010-04-14T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T12:28:10.611-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dor.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neconditionat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gabi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prieteni si amintiri.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chefless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amintiri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgotten hopes'/><title type='text'>Learning to fly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Hey, I wanna crawl out of my skin&lt;br /&gt;Apologize for all my sins&lt;br /&gt;All the things I should have said to you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu, incerc sa nu o dau in [copyright mada:] "emonica neinteleasa de pe blogul ei":)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma mai... descarc si eu, desi &lt;em&gt;nu am chef&lt;/em&gt; de asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urasc sa fiu ignorata, doamne cat pot sa urasc asta. Urasc sa vorbesc cu tine si tu sa ma ignori [nu Mada,nu vorbesc iar cu oglinda]. Urasc sa te prefaci ca ma asculti, urasc sa nu dai doi bani pe vorbele mele cand eu ma zbat sa te fac &lt;em&gt;pe tine&lt;/em&gt; sa intelegi ceva.&lt;br /&gt;Acest "tu" sunteti toti care faceti asta.Pentru ca eu va cer un lucru.Unul singur si nu cer mult, cer &lt;em&gt;incredere&lt;/em&gt; pentru ca stiu ca pot sa v-o ofer. Nu, daca voi ma calcati in picioare, regret.&lt;br /&gt;Dar o ofer oricui,poate ofer prea multa,poate exagerez, poate va innec cu ea. Dar am nevoie ca voi, sa o aveti de la mine. Sa stiu eu ca e acolo, sa fiu eu sigura.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nu vreau&lt;/em&gt; sa ranesc oameni, m-am saturat sa fac asta,ma intelegi? Mi-e atat de dor, de tot. Mi-e dor de tine,&lt;em&gt;Gabi&lt;/em&gt;, habar n'ai cat de mult...&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor de toti oamenii care nu mai sunt aici din prostia mea. Mi-e dor de Malina si de Steev[ bine pe el nu-l am ca-i in valcea]. &lt;em&gt;Mi-e dor&lt;/em&gt; de Alex si de lil' dude-ul meu. Mi-e dor si de ed...&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor e mine si doamne, cat de dor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor de mare si de briza usoara. Mi-e dor sa stau pe plaja si sa ma holbez la cer. Mi-e dor de noptile reci cand te plimbi pe plaja cu slapii in mana,&lt;em&gt;fericita&lt;/em&gt;. Mi-e dor de rasaritul din eforie nord si de apusul de pe marea Ionica.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor de locurile in care am cele mai multe amintiri, dar e prea dureros sa calc pe acolo uneori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mi-e dor&lt;/em&gt; de zilele in care uitam de noi, in care eram noi insine fara sa avem habar de asta pentru ca eram preocupati de &lt;em&gt;zambete&lt;/em&gt; si having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mi-e dor si doare...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Hey, I'll take this day by day by day&lt;br /&gt;Under the covers I'm okay I guess&lt;br /&gt;Life's too short and i feel small"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu asta voiam sa zic aici. Voiam sa zic de &lt;em&gt;libertate&lt;/em&gt;. Mai e putin, cum trec tezele, de mine nu mai auziti, &lt;em&gt;nu nu nu&lt;/em&gt;. Cand se incheie mediile eu plec, eu o sa fiu in herastrau pe o barca. Eu o sa fiu in tren spre mare [sper] , sper sa fac un drum si pana in valcea [plizzzz mom!!:o3], vreau sa fac multe.&lt;br /&gt;Dar cel mai mult imi doresc &lt;em&gt;sa-mi implineasca el o fantezie&lt;/em&gt;. Atat am nevoie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Atat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Counting stars wishing I was okay&lt;br /&gt;Crashing down was my biggest mistake&lt;br /&gt;I never ever ever meant to hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I only did what I had to&lt;br /&gt;Counting stars again"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-2447336088576562975?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/2447336088576562975/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=2447336088576562975&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/2447336088576562975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/2447336088576562975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/04/learning-to-fly.html' title='Learning to fly.'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-6338040354225529116</id><published>2010-04-13T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T14:15:08.020-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neconditionat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chefless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amintiri'/><title type='text'>Complicat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pentru ca uneori te pierzi,ma pierd&lt;/strong&gt; si eu...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asta inseamna ca depind de tine?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; La naiba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat imi doream acum cativa ani sa nu ma schimb. Sa fiu idealista si visatoare, libertina si nepasatoare, sa nu depind de oameni si nici ei sa nu depinda de mine, sa-mi pastrez realismul si optimismul...&lt;br /&gt;Dar multe nu se leaga... nu poti fi liber cand oamenii depind de tine, sau tu de ei; nu poti fi realist cand visezi, sau nu poti visa cand esti strans legat de realitate.Nu poate sa nu-ti pese,cand oamenii depind de tine, asa ca visele mele s-au spulberat intr-un oarecare punct.&lt;br /&gt;Am ajuns chiar sa-mi pese prea mult.[ah si ce le place sa-mi dea in cap cu asta] Am ajuns ca persoanele din jurul meu sa depinda din ce in ce mai mult de mine si mai nou, sa depind si eu de ele. Am ajuns sa visez prea mult, sa sper, sa-mi gasesc refugiul in propria realitate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dar ce e gresit in visul meu?&lt;/em&gt; Imi pasa pentru ca pun suflet in orice,pentru ca sunt iubitoare si imbratisez orice feeling... Oamenii depind de mine pentru ca au incredere, pentru ca au nevoie de ajutor si pentru ca sunt deschisa, fata de oricine. Ce e rau in faptul ca depind de fericirea presoanelor din jurul meu?Da, mi-am creeat o dependenta de starea voastra de bine, va vreau pe voi fericiti ca sa pot si eu sa zambesc.&lt;em&gt;Depind de ceea ce sunteti voi,da&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Da si visez! Doamne cat iubesc asta. Eu?Nu ar exista asa ceva fara vise.Sunt esentiale,sunt vitale sunt tot ceea ce am nevoie. Ele ma fac sa cred din ce in ce mai mult in mine, ma fac sa fiu mandra de ceea ce sunt, de faptul ca ma consider diferita si de orice altceva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Realitate?&lt;/em&gt;Nu, de tine nu am nevoie. Tu spulberi vise, tu distrugi alte realitati, tu ruinezi vieti! Tu nu mori, dar nasti probleme, tu sti cand sa ataci si te aperi mult prea bine, tu poti doar sa creezi si sa ranesti, poti doar sa patezi si sa murdaresti , tu poti doar sa fi ceea ce esti. Pe cand el? Nu l-ai cunoscut, nu-l vei cunoaste!El se extinde, el ofera libertate, el zambeste, el creeaza si inveseleste, el nu moare niciodata si totusi renaste mereu, el nu ataca ci ofera, iar de ranit, raneste doar pesimistii ca tine. Un &lt;em&gt;vis&lt;/em&gt; nu ar putea sa distruga realitati sau sa ruineze vieti cum faci tu. De ce nu poti fi ca el?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sec.&lt;/em&gt; Intr-o zi va realiza si ea ca privirea inocenta nu ascunde nimic. Inocenta ei a disparut cu mult timp in urma, cand ochii erau inlacrimati si mainile ii tremurau de frica. &lt;em&gt;Frica?&lt;/em&gt;A uitat si acel cuvant, l-a intalnit de prea multe ori. &lt;em&gt;Lacrimi?&lt;/em&gt;Nu...prea multe,prea tarziu...&lt;br /&gt;Simplu? Ar vrea sa cunoasca si ea acest cuvant, dar oare o va face? Il stie, l-a mai auzit, dar il ocoleste de fiecare data. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Complicat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Ce dulce suna, ce descriere perfecta a vietii ei. Ar mai fi cuvinte ca acesta.. zambet, vis, fericire, liber. Parca nu se leaga.. complicat cu toate celelalte. Dar ea se crede magica.Haha... fraiera mai esti. Chiar crezi ca viata ta va fi "perfecta"? Doar pentru ca tu te complici si te implici in vietile altora uitand de a ta? Ce rezolvi? Zambetele lor,am inteles.&lt;br /&gt;Dar tu? Da bravo, ma bucur ca tu esti mereu pe locul doi fata de prieteni. Da da da, stiu, nu-ti pasa ce cred oamenii despre tine, am mai auzit asta.&lt;br /&gt;Dar merita sa te complici? Spune-mi! Ei iti intorc spatele la fiecare ocazie, ei te lasa balta cand tu nu vrei multumiri ci doar zambete si tu tot te zbati pentru ei?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esti ciudata&lt;/em&gt;... Sa fi complicat de obicei e un lucru, evitat si tu il iei in brate si il ti strans.&lt;br /&gt;Si iar nu te inteleg... &lt;em&gt;oglinda proasta&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Si da,am subliniat anumite chestii:).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;si ca sa nu va luati iar de mine ca o dau in depresii, si imi pare rau ca iar am monologat mai sus holbandu-ma in oglinda. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nimic nou, aici. Mi-am luat chitara Squier si sunt foarte mandra de ea. Si in rest. Mi-e dor, foarte foarte dor de mare.Si nu numai...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dar va veni si vremea mea.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Atat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-6338040354225529116?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/6338040354225529116/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=6338040354225529116&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/6338040354225529116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/6338040354225529116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='Complicat.'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-4840182370795852126</id><published>2010-04-09T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T13:24:25.656-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ei bine pur si simplu eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neconditionat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iubesc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amintiri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mada .'/><title type='text'>Schimbari?</title><content type='html'>Oare... exista persoane care ne pot schimba cursul vietii? Oare exista evenimante care ne pot schimba gandirea .. oare exista un spatiu infinit in care toate problemele existentiale pot fi depozitate si uitate?&lt;br /&gt;Da, da, da, exista. In mine, undeva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu asta vreau. Vreau... vreau o schimbare.&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu de personalitate.nu de comportament. Vreau o schimbare de viata.&lt;br /&gt;"Viata ta e fericita.. dar tu esti?" Merci dinnou Mada, de intrebare...&lt;br /&gt;Nu, nu sunt. Sunt fericita stiind ca ea este si ca eu traiesc in ea. Sunt fericita stiind ca voi sunteti si ca si voi... existati in ea.Da, e fericita.&lt;br /&gt;Again.Fericire? Fie... pentru voi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu am nevoie sa fiu fericita. Sunt deja. Am lucruri in viata care ma fac sa zambesc, anume:vise!, prieteni, adolescenta, berea rece, chitara... dorinte, muzica, iubireeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;Nu am nevoie de mai multe.&lt;br /&gt;Nu am nevoie de nimic altceva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iubesc,visez,cant si pot fi libera si mai presus de toate va am pe voi. E tot ce mi-as putea dori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schimbari?Doar cand toate astea vor disparea.&lt;br /&gt;There's just one everything!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-4840182370795852126?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/4840182370795852126/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=4840182370795852126&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/4840182370795852126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/4840182370795852126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/04/schimbari.html' title='Schimbari?'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-5671254126020707593</id><published>2010-04-08T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T14:06:38.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>si totusi...</title><content type='html'>La multi ani,mie!:x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:d&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va iubesc pe toti!&gt;:d&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-5671254126020707593?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/5671254126020707593/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=5671254126020707593&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/5671254126020707593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/5671254126020707593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/04/si-totusi.html' title='si totusi...'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-110541739177018321</id><published>2010-04-08T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T13:20:44.508-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ei bine pur si simplu eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp'/><title type='text'>15 ani... infinit</title><content type='html'>nu nu nu.&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa opriti timpul in loc exact in ziua asta. Urasc 8 aprilie.&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa raman la 15 ani, vreau vreau vreau! De ce? Pentru s-au intamplat prea multe la 15 ani si vreau sa raman aici.&lt;br /&gt;De ce exista 16.De ce e urmatoarea cifra?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar maine avansez un an... macar atat pot face. in rest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu, nu vreau...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-110541739177018321?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/110541739177018321/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=110541739177018321&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/110541739177018321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/110541739177018321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/04/15-ani-infinit.html' title='15 ani... infinit'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-53429451867937900</id><published>2010-04-07T11:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T12:25:02.745-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libertate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chefless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amintiri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgotten hopes'/><title type='text'>Forgotten hopes...</title><content type='html'>Vreti sa stiti de ce nu privesc eu in trecut? De teama sa nu raman blocata acolo.&lt;br /&gt;Vreti sa stiti de ce nu privesc eu in viitor? De teama ca o sa uit de ceea ce sunt acum.&lt;br /&gt;Vreti sa stiti de ce nu-mi place sa ma atasez de oameni, chiar daca faca asta dupa o zi petrecuta cu persoana respectiva? Pentru ca urasc sa fiu tot eu aia care cade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da da da da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sti ce e cel mai aiurea atunci cand iti promiti tie insuti ca nu te vei schimba? E aiurea atunci cand te schimbi si nu-ti dai seama. E aiurea atunci cand prin schimbarea ta, ranesti persoanele din jurul tau.&lt;br /&gt;E aiurea cand iti pasa prea mult, cand pui prea mult suflet in persoane care in viitor se vor folosi de asta importiva ta.&lt;br /&gt;E aiurea cand nu te uiti la binele tau, ci la al altora si ei sunt bine ma, ei sunt bine si eu nu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-am saturat sa nu-mi mai multumiti pentru zambete.&lt;br /&gt;M-am saturat sa va fac sa zambiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai sa fugim,Eddy. Hai sa mergem sa tipam ca idiotii, sa ne pierdem vocea, sa ne imbatam cu lacrimi indeajuns incat sa fim binee! Hai sa mergem sa alergam, prietene, hai sa mergem sa simtim gustul sec de suflet inocent ranit. Hai sa mergem sa fim noi insine, amice. Sa fim doar pentru cateva ore. Haide... nu ma mai opreste nimic. Sunt hotarata, ma voi schimba. In favoarea mea de data asta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-53429451867937900?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/53429451867937900/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=53429451867937900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/53429451867937900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/53429451867937900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/04/vreti-sa-stiti-de-ce-nu-privesc-eu-in.html' title='Forgotten hopes...'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-7770975686546462473</id><published>2010-04-05T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T03:27:58.206-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neconditionat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chefless'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Si pentru ca vorbeam de "Prefer sa ma ti pe un pat de spini, decat sa ma sugrumi pe un camp cu flori"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blondu: "ca prefera sa ii fie o bagata o tzeapa in... decat sa puta a flori?" [ook.merci blondule...:))]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ionutt: "intre doua situatii in care ai iesi rau in aceasi masura (cu acelasi outcome) e cel mai bine sa o alegi pe aia mai fun." [sweet.:)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddie : "Dragostea adevarata nu are nevoie de nimic material . Poti iubi pe un pat de spini , si sa fi mai fericit decat pe un camp de flori" [mda...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mada: "prefer sa-mi spui adevarul in fata, chiar daca e dureros, decat sa ne ascundem dupa deget si sa pretindem ca suntem fericiti [genial...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trecand peste... Ploua. Iar eu ma voi retrage in camera mea, cu mintea beata de ganduri, cu chitara si cu mirificele mele seriale.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O sa revin aici, cu un subiect demn de voi, dar mai incolo...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-7770975686546462473?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/7770975686546462473/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=7770975686546462473&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/7770975686546462473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/7770975686546462473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/04/si-pentru-ca-vorbeam-de-prefer-sa-ma-ti.html' title=''/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-2453295096605013391</id><published>2010-04-05T02:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T02:28:26.631-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neconditionat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chefless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amintiri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mada .'/><title type='text'>05.Aprilie 1994</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFWvgKSUDZQ/SmdUn0KvL7I/AAAAAAAABlM/PeMUqu0lplE/S1600-R/Kurt-Cobain--C10102157.jpeg.jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 324px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFWvgKSUDZQ/SmdUn0KvL7I/AAAAAAAABlM/PeMUqu0lplE/S1600-R/Kurt-Cobain--C10102157.jpeg.jpg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Da,da da. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ma trezesc de dimineata cu un sms nenorocit de la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://chefless.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Mada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; : "&lt;em&gt;5 aprilie 1994... 16 ani&lt;/em&gt;". Bai, mi-am invartit creierul in 15 directii. &lt;em&gt;E ziua mea?Nu ma,ziua mea e peste 4 zile,stie asta... mi-a zis la multi ani? Am innebunit?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Si imi zboara brusc ochii pe perete... " &lt;em&gt;I prefer to be hated for what i am than be loved for what i'm not" by Kurt Cobain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Da frate! Astazi se implinesc 16 ani de cand iubitul Kurt Cobain a parasit "mirifica" lume. R.I.P .:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dar merci Mada ca m-ai trezit dragut.:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;M:Mi-a amortit fundul...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;P: Te-ai gandit vreodata ca fundul tau s-a saturat de tine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;M:De ce s-ar satura fundul meu de mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;P:Pentru ca stai zilnic pe el si topai pe el si.. poate s-a saturat ...Ai zis ca ti-a amortit. Poate incearca sa comunice cu tine:-s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;M:De ce ar incerca fundul meu sa comunice cu mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;P:Nu stiu... Mada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;M:Da pitty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;P:Daca o sa-mi fuga fundul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;M:[=))] Pitty, nu are cum sa-ti fuga fundul, dar daca va fugi, o sa punem poze cu fundul tau pe cutiile de lapte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;P:Iiiiiiii!:x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;[conversatia se intrerupe datorita muzicii din masina Madalinei si criza mea de ras]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Later sms from Mada : "1-0 pentru tata".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Daar. Trecand peste,aveam de gand astazi sa mai dezbat probleme existentiale dar sunt in criza de timp asa ca voi amana pe seara...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Intre timp, La multi multi ani Weebs si Victor. Sa fiti fericiti bai!&gt;:D&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Si si si mai sunt 4 zile pana la ziua mea.:&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A few years ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Imi amintesc ca am scris la un momentdat o chestie fara sa stiu ce inseamna.. pe un caiet. " &lt;em&gt;Prefer sa ma ti pe un pat de spini, decat sa ma sugrumi pe un camp cu flori&lt;/em&gt;." Vreau sa-mi ziceti voi ce intelegeti prin asta si voi face un later edit cu pareri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Liber in captivitate&lt;/em&gt;&lt; [...cum obisnuiam sa-mi spun]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;P.S: Goge, tre sa dai o bere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;P.P.S: Ieri am visat cu ochii in soare.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-2453295096605013391?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/2453295096605013391/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=2453295096605013391&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/2453295096605013391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/2453295096605013391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/04/05aprilie-1994.html' title='05.Aprilie 1994'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LFWvgKSUDZQ/SmdUn0KvL7I/AAAAAAAABlM/PeMUqu0lplE/s72-Rc/Kurt-Cobain--C10102157.jpeg.jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-2673807578263018589</id><published>2010-04-04T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T02:03:51.277-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ei bine pur si simplu eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fericire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neconditionat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prieteni si amintiri.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='din viata altcuiva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imaginatie.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chefless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amintiri'/><title type='text'>Fercire? Fie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;" I am flying, I am flying,&lt;br /&gt;like a bird 'cross the sky.&lt;br /&gt;I am flying, passing high clouds,&lt;br /&gt;to be with you, to be free. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fericire? Fie...&lt;br /&gt;Va urez un paste fericit, sa... aveti tot ce va doriti. Sa vi se indeplineasca visele si sa puteti zambi indiferent de situatie. Eu am avut toate astea. Nu le mai vreau.&lt;br /&gt;Dar voi fi fericita vazandu-va pe voi ca le aveti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fericire? Fie... dar nu azi. Poate peste ceva timp care a trecut de mult. Poate in ziua de maine care a fost acum ani de zile. Poate in viitorul care l-am uitat cand v-am intalnit pe voi sau poate intr-o alta viata cand ma voi intalni pe mine.&lt;br /&gt;Poate... poate o sa fie, fericirea din zambetele noastre. Sau fericirea de pe chipurile noastre sau fericirea emanata de sentimente si prietenie.&lt;br /&gt;Sau poate doar ne vom imagina intr-o zi fericirea si ne-o vom insusi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cine stie, cui ii pasa?&lt;br /&gt;Fericire? Fie... pentru voi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-2673807578263018589?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/2673807578263018589/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=2673807578263018589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/2673807578263018589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/2673807578263018589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/04/fercire-fie.html' title='Fercire? Fie...'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-3931423891425627999</id><published>2010-04-02T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T12:37:34.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neconditionat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='e primavara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chefless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='p.s'/><title type='text'>When we all lie.</title><content type='html'>Nu, nu vorbesc de 1 aprilie.&lt;br /&gt;Si asa imi venea sa-i sparg capul lui Eddie ieri cand mi-a zis ca si-a uitat chitara acasa [avand in vedere ca daca facea asta se ducea mama lui de concert].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vorbesc de lumea de minciuni in care traim. Ma refer la masti si la adevaruri ascunse. Mintim zilnic pentru a nu pica rau, mintim pentru a nu face oamenii sa se simta prost. Nu i-ai zis niciodata cuiva ca ii vin genial blugii cei noi cand inainte sa te intrebe te gandeai ca arata ca o gorila in calduri?&lt;br /&gt;Miniciuni mici, zilnice la care nu ne gandim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;em&gt;ah! trebuie sa plec. continui diseara sa scriu. O zi buna&gt;:D&lt;]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innapoi la voi. Nu,nu mai am chef sa continui subiectul, in nici un caz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi?Nu.Sa nu a mai aud.&lt;br /&gt;Nemernicilor! Toti ma,toti?&lt;br /&gt;Ok,am inteles, eu am problemele mele. Le-am rezolvat,am reusit sa ma adaptez,sa ma desprind.&lt;br /&gt;Dar ce se intampla cu lumea? De ce e atat de complicat, prea multe probleme... de ce ma, de ce?&lt;br /&gt;Eu va ajut, dar deja exagerati, toti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In rest ma simt bine, intr-un mod surprinzator chiar bine...&lt;br /&gt;Dada!!! A venit Dada din oradea si vaai ce dor mi-a fost de ea.:x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In rest? Azi m-am plimbat,am cantat, mi-am cules bikeul din copaci...&lt;br /&gt;Am alergat chiar dupa gorile imaginare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si si si i-am infipt un tep in fund lui Sergiu!&gt;:) Muhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va iubesc.Pe tine,pe voi? Conteaza?&gt;:D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fost odata un vis frumos, un vis frumos&lt;br /&gt;Cu un baiat si-o fata...&lt;br /&gt;A fost un vis cam dureros, cam dureros&lt;br /&gt;De, te ranesc ma iarta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Viata mea ... e fericita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-3931423891425627999?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/3931423891425627999/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=3931423891425627999&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/3931423891425627999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/3931423891425627999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-we-all-lie.html' title='When we all lie.'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-7535918245880322179</id><published>2010-03-31T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T04:37:38.461-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciudat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neconditionat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='te iubesc.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='c&apos;est fini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chefless'/><title type='text'>There's just one everything...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Incepeeem!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Da,again. Incepem sa ce? Sa o luam in jos,jos, jos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;De ce?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Pentru ca suntem niste incompetenti,eu sunt o incompetenta.Dar...iubesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dar trecand peste asta, avem chitara, cantam,suntem la tic. E...ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Maine? Maine va asteptam la ora 17 in club S.A.L.T[zona lipscani] sa ... ne ascultati, sa cantati cu noi si sa faceti cinste cu bere:"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In rest? Life's go on. Shit happens and so on...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;P.S: Mada, vena mea nu mai bubuie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;P.P.S: Mika? ... ciuciu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;P.P.P.S: Ed?Poate nu-ti misti maine fundul la intrunire.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;P.P.P.P.S: Radu? Merci de complimente.:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;P.P.P.P.P.S: Nu mai am nimic de spus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;C'est fini.? Neah... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'll still have a smile on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-7535918245880322179?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/7535918245880322179/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=7535918245880322179&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/7535918245880322179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/7535918245880322179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/03/theres-just-one-everything.html' title='There&apos;s just one everything...'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-8312232728084330981</id><published>2010-03-28T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T12:12:25.226-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neconditionat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='te iubesc.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oameni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chefless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amintiri'/><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te vad, nu te simt, dar esti acolo. Stai in fata mea, privesti, admiri si esti plina de sila. Te scarbeste ceea ce vezi, stai nemiscata in fata mea, incerci sa ma controlezi. Iti tot iei la revedere si nu ma faci sa inteleg de ce. Ma uit in ochii tai, de parca ar trebui sa ma regasesc acolo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te cunosc? Dispari din fata mea! Te-am implorat, esti inca aici. Ce te tine? Ce vrei?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sa vin? Nu merg cu tine nicaieri. Ce-i cu ochii aia inlacrimati? Par insangerati de durere... Ai nevoie de ajutor? Te voi ajuta! Spune-mi doar cum...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ti se misca buzele, vad asta. Nu te aud, ce se intampla?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si totusi zambetul sec. Parca imparca te cunosc de undeva, te-am mai vazut, ti-am mai intalnit i amintesc de tine, poate ai fost candva in viata mea sau poate ca nu...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dar de ce esti aici. Urasc privirea ta. Ma invinuieste, ma ataca, ma arde.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ce trebuie sa inteleg?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stai, ce faci? Ai inceput sa razi. Esti bine...? Plangi in acelasi timp, iti siroiesc lacrimi amare pe obraji. Stai putin, cunosc acele lacrimi. Iubesti,asta este!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;De ce te uiti asa la mine? Ti-am gresit? Spune-mi!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te simt mai aproape, incep sa-mi amintesc de tine desi tot nu inteleg. Chiar ar trebui sa ma regasesc in privirea ta? Vorbeste-mi! De ce nu o faci? Spune-mi ce crezi despre mine, fa ceva!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esti o ciudata. Nu te vreau, dispari din fata mea!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;De ce nu pleci? Te-am rugat. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nu ma mai atinti cu privirea, ma pierzi in ea, ma adancesti in lacrimi, de ce-mi faci asta?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vrei sa plang? E ciudat... fac asta deja. Vrei sa arda? Afla ca-mi ard obrajii!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;De ce esti inca aici, de ce??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ea e inca acolo, sta teapana in fata mea si isi misca buzele rosii. Nu o aud, nu inteleg de ce. Ii simt durerea si totodata fericirea. De ce pot face asta?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are regrete, dar si-a gasit impacarea. Iubeste si simte sinceritatea. Plange, dar ii plac lacrimile ei. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cine e ea? De ce sta in fata mea privindu-ma in ochi? Parca incanteaza, parca e aici cu un motiv, ma stoarce din priviri.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am ametit privindu-te. Fata trista! Cine esti? Ma enervezi, vorbeste-mi!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sta cu un aer plin de remuscari, vrea sa i le iau pe toate sa o scap, sa fie sincer zambetul ei. Pot face asta?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Normal ca poti..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu ai zis asta? Eu am gandit-o? Ma innebunesti, nu te inteleg. De ce nu te inteleg, ha? De ce?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gata!!Lasa-ma, te rog. Da-mi pace. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oglinda proasta!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am mai intalnit totusi acest gen de privire. Doar ca in acea privire eram fericita. Si nu era privirea mea. Era o privire sincera, adanca, care ma facea sa zambesc.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si inca e acolo. Privirea lui, o inteleg. Chiar si din poze.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Becouse sometimes words are not enough.:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-8312232728084330981?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/8312232728084330981/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=8312232728084330981&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/8312232728084330981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/8312232728084330981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/03/te-vad-nu-te-simt-dar-esti-acolo.html' title='.'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-3022612584686029784</id><published>2010-03-28T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T10:13:32.241-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neconditionat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diferit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='te iubesc.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oameni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chefless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amintiri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='p.s'/><title type='text'>Zic doar... Miraculos.[simte ironia]</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ce vrei sa sti? Cum s-a mai desfasurat viata mea?Pai foarte tare...&lt;br /&gt;Am avut balul [finally], am dansat, am baut cola, m-au durut picioarele.&lt;br /&gt;A fost ziua lu' Matei. Am dansat, am baut..., ma doare mana, mi-e somn.[pentru ca cineva nu m-a lasat sa ma culc.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In rest,viata mea innainteaza.Fie ca e de bine sau de rau, e merge inainte, cu sau fara mine. Si momentan nu am nevoie de ea, nu am nevoie de mine. Am nevoie de voi.&lt;br /&gt;De ce? Ei bine nu-ti pot spune. De ce? Pentru ca nu ai putea intelege,nu ai putea sa intelegi de ce. Dar eu nu caut intelegere, caut caldura.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si am mai auzit-o eu pe aia cu... "Frate,nu fi proasta, nu mai iubi!O sa vezi tu ce doare cand te lasa si o sa vezi tu .." bla bla bla! Nu dau doi bani pe vorbele voastre. NU dau 2 bani!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pentru ca eu stiu ca nu aveti dreptate in totalitate.Punct!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S: &lt;3.r!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.P.S:La multi ani,Tata!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.P.P.S: La multi ani Mike pt azi si Malina pentru maine.&gt;:D&lt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-3022612584686029784?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/3022612584686029784/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=3022612584686029784&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/3022612584686029784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/3022612584686029784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/03/zic-doar-miraculossimte-ironia.html' title='Zic doar... Miraculos.[simte ironia]'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-4521568101051210476</id><published>2010-03-21T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T08:04:17.027-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='te iubesc.'/><title type='text'>It's gonna be love.</title><content type='html'>Am innebunit.Ma opresc.Am plecat.&lt;br /&gt;Lasa-maa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma duc sa alerg.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be me, baby!&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be you, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time I've been patient for so long...&lt;br /&gt;How can I pretend to be so strong?&lt;br /&gt;Looking at you, baby&lt;br /&gt;Feeling it too, baby&lt;br /&gt;If I'm asking you to hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;Then it's gonna be all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be love&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be great&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be more than I can take&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be free&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be real&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna change everything I feel&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be sad&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be true&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be me, baby&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be you, baby&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time am I restless or a fool?&lt;br /&gt;How can you pretend to be so cruel?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's me, baby&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's true, baby&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's everything we're dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;We've waited long enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sooner you let two hearts beat together&lt;br /&gt;The sooner you'll know this love is forever&lt;br /&gt;(It's gonna be love)&lt;br /&gt;Love needs time now or never&lt;br /&gt;(It's gonna be love)&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be strong enough&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-4521568101051210476?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/4521568101051210476/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=4521568101051210476&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/4521568101051210476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/4521568101051210476'/><link rel='alternate' 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term='dobitoc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nervi.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chefless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amintiri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stari'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgotten hopes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThSvmr4iu_0/S6SDEr3UvxI/AAAAAAAAAbk/6Bo4yIDTeOI/s1600-h/P3070044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450625565542629138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThSvmr4iu_0/S6SDEr3UvxI/AAAAAAAAAbk/6Bo4yIDTeOI/s320/P3070044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nu,astazi nu sunt aici pentru voi!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Astazi fug de timp,pana voi prinde apusul!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Astazi plang,astazi tip,astazi uit de voi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Astazi cant,astazi rad,astazi iert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Astazi uitam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Astazi doare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Astazi nu sunt a voastra.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Astazi nu depind de voi si nici voi de mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Macar azi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Punct.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/6629325353843286781-2776506676410097940?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/2776506676410097940/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=2776506676410097940&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/2776506676410097940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/2776506676410097940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/03/nuastazi-nu-sunt-aici-pentru-voi-astazi.html' title=''/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ThSvmr4iu_0/S6SDEr3UvxI/AAAAAAAAAbk/6Bo4yIDTeOI/s72-c/P3070044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-2638622054351269731</id><published>2010-03-19T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T12:13:43.436-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neconditionat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leapsa.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gabi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diferit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='te iubesc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chefless'/><title type='text'>Cu doi pasi inapoi decat ... cine?</title><content type='html'>Neinspiratia poate sa omoare si a fost dovedit! Sa stai sa te holbezi la o bordura pentru ca nu ai idei ce altceva ai putea face, iti poate da 30 de minute de gandire "De ce ma holbez la o bordura?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar ei bine iata-ma. Intoarsa in vechiul meu cartier la vechea mea gasca,dupa mai bine de un an. Si mi-a fost dor de bikeri si skaterii mei.Si va iubesc pe toti.!Toti,toti,toti. Si sa nu mai aud chestii cum ca v-am lasat pentru oameni mai buni ca voi. Niciodata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In rest? Aceasi persoana ca intotdeauna. Capul sus,privirea inainte, fara orgoliu si totusi pliiina de mandrie. Si ce daca voi imi puteti da in cap?Ce daca voi ma puteti face sa va intorc spatele, ce daca voi credeti ca ma puteti rani? Eu cred in mine ma, eu sunt mandra de ceea ce sunt si nu am nevoie de voi, ca sa ma simt bine.&lt;br /&gt;Acum ceva timp pe acest blog o pustoaica a scris ca "povestea vietii mele este povestea celor din ea". Nu o mai cunosc pe acea persoana,pentru ca de astazi inainte o contrazic. Poate povestea vietii celor din jur se va lega vreodata de a mea. Eu nu depind de voi. Voi depindeti de mine. Si asta e unul dintre motivele pentru care pribabil nu voi putea niciodata sa spun ca sunt "libera"...&lt;br /&gt;Dar de ce trebuie voi sa stiti atate lucruri despre mine?Despre cum gandesc eu. I'm complicated!And i like being like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum lepse furate de la &lt;a href="http://chefless.wordpress.com/"&gt;Mada&lt;/a&gt;.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepse care merg la Vlad,Vava,Malina, si si si Claudiu.!:d&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:D&lt;&lt;a href="http://vladw.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1.N-aş putea renunţa pentru totdeauna la…: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;vise&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;muzica&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;prieteni&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;amintiri&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dorinte in indeplinirea carora cred&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chitara&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cele 32 de bratari si 11 inele de pe maini&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Medalionul meu.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eternul zambet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;imbratisari&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;la tine.!!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;la iubirea &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;la dragostea care se provoaca cand va vad pe voi fericiti.punct.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2.Top 5 oameni pe care i-aş killări. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Robert Pattinson[he's so gay!]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cioran [chiar daca e deja mort.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Domnul Kilaresku din blocul de langa mine [chiar asa il cheama! Mi-a dat un baston in cap!]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sabin!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Orlando Bloom [i hate that guy!]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;3.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If I were a month I would be … July&lt;br /&gt;2. If I were a day of the week I would be … Sunday&lt;br /&gt;3. If I were a time of day I would be … the morning&lt;br /&gt;4. If I were a planet I would be … Mars&lt;br /&gt;5. If I were a direction I would be … right?[when nothing goes right... (go left!!)]&lt;br /&gt;6. If I were a historical figure I would be … Queen Elizabeth?&lt;br /&gt;7. If I were a liquid I would be … Pink Fruty Fresh!!&lt;br /&gt;8. If I were a tree I would be a … … Bonsai!&lt;br /&gt;9. If I were a flower/plant I would be a … :-??&lt;br /&gt;10.If I were a kind of weather I would be … a summer rain. The first one!&lt;br /&gt;11.If I were a musical instrument I would be a … Guitar.&lt;br /&gt;12.If I were an animal I would be a … Koala!&lt;br /&gt;13.If I were a color I would be … green.&lt;br /&gt;14.If I were a fruit I would be an … BaNNANA!&lt;br /&gt;15.If I were a sound I would be… a "knock knock"&lt;br /&gt;16.If I were an element I would be … fire&lt;br /&gt;17.If I were a song I would be … Bon Jovi- Complicated&lt;br /&gt;18.If I were a book I would be … Inca o Zi-Mitch Alboom&lt;br /&gt;19.If I were a food I would be … spaghetii ala vongolle!&lt;br /&gt;20.If I were a place I would be … the japanease Garden&lt;br /&gt;21.If I were a scent I would be … what's a scent?&lt;br /&gt;22.If I were a word I would be … "freedom"&lt;br /&gt;23.If I were an object I would be … a clock.&lt;br /&gt;24.If I were a body part I would be … an eye&lt;br /&gt;25.If I were a facial expression I would be… a innocent smile&lt;br /&gt;26.If I were a cartoon character I would be … Rada.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S - I love you,honey.!:)[alwayyyyss!!!]&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S - I miss summer.i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S.S - This is spinal Tap.Don't look back,the last walz dancer in the dark.[it's a challange.Cine imi zice la ce se refera chestia asta primeste o bere.:)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-2638622054351269731?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/2638622054351269731/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=2638622054351269731&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/2638622054351269731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/2638622054351269731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/03/cu-doi-pasi-inapoi-decat-cine.html' title='Cu doi pasi inapoi decat ... cine?'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-5003975650163111876</id><published>2010-03-16T06:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T05:37:02.836-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciudat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teatru'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ei bine pur si simplu eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neconditionat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diferit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imaginatie.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chefless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='altceva.'/><title type='text'>Jamais je ne pleure...:)</title><content type='html'>Bec in bisnis.!Cum s-ar zice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da frate,am fost pedepsita 2 saptamani dar Pitty's back.&lt;br /&gt;Ce-am mai facut intre timp?Pai,am mancat un ecler,asa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am luat bikeul,mi-am redecorat camera [o parte] si mi-am schimbat viata [o parte...].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fericire maxima azi,de ce?Pentru ca e soare,oameni buni! Am vazut lume noua cu zambetul pe buze. :d&lt;br /&gt;Altceva? Sa stiti cu totii ca Daria este Claustrofobica deci nu o bagati in acelasi lift cu Yoyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu: Ce e pe jos?&lt;br /&gt;Mika: Cacat de porumbei.&lt;br /&gt;Eu:=))) frateeeee!!&lt;br /&gt;Mara: Pitty,nu e amuzant! Este Ca-Ca de po-rum-bel! [pacat ca nu pot reproduce accentul pus pe "ca-ca":))]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viata e frumoasa si daca eu am zis asta,merita ma.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sunt fericita dupa mult timp chiar si fara nici o apasare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In rest?Mi s-a facut foarte dor de Lil [cu care am vbit mai devreme] de Steev care e un nemernic si inca nu are numarul meu de telefon salvat, de blondu care a zis ca ma suna si nu a mai facut-o.De Alex care chiar daca nu-l cunosc n-am mai apucat sa dezbat despre nimic cu el... De Eddy,Fido si Dena pantru casa apropie vara,bai.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor si de Ana care chiar daca nu o cunosc a zis ca va veni in bucuresti si mi-e dor de Andrada care poate isi misca fundul ala de marmota tot prin...bucuresti?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In rest vreau mare! Vreau sa ma imbat cu soare si cu briza racoroasa, vreau sa innot in ganduri si in nori, vreau sa ma scufund in vise si in amintiri vreau sa simt dinnou acel prea bine stiut Freedom Taste.:)[Vino sa visam sub aapaa!!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prea multa fericire,hai.&lt;br /&gt;O dam in altele dupaia.&lt;br /&gt;Si cum spuneam,Duminica seara am fost la teatru la un monolog absolut genial la care am plans,am ras si am tipat la Tudor sa taca .&lt;br /&gt;Piesa a fost geniala,trista,realista si partial amuzanta si sincer,mi-a dat foarte mult de gandit.&lt;br /&gt;O parte din monolog suna asa "Viata asta netraita in care acum cand plec si zic ca nu ma mai intorc,sincer,oare i-ar pasa cuiva ca eu,nu ma mai intorc?"&lt;br /&gt;Si chiar asa...oare i-ar pasa cuiva?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine ne vedem la Comedia Norilor.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Later edit]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bai cei cu bagarea asta pe aici. Da ma lil' Wayne, si de tine mi-e dor [chiar daca mai sus nu ziceam de tine:"&gt;] dar acum am numarul tau si o sa te innebunesc!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si mi-e dor si de Claudiu. Kiddo!Te pierdusem.mi te-a furat mandolina.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si mi-e dor si de ai mei colegi acum [scaparati 2 zile de mine nemernicilor].&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si mi-e dor si de vechii colegi,de generala[trec zilele astea pe la voi.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alceva?N-am mai ajuns la comedia norilor...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Postez diseara.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&gt;:D&lt;hugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-5003975650163111876?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/5003975650163111876/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=5003975650163111876&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/5003975650163111876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/5003975650163111876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/03/jamais-je-ne-pleure.html' title='Jamais je ne pleure...:)'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-7358372982662601810</id><published>2010-03-09T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T07:40:28.046-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ciudat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teatru'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ei bine pur si simplu eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='te iubesc.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eddie.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gabi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neconditionat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='e primavara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blabla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diferit de nimic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dot dot dot.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mada .'/><title type='text'>Now does he feel his secret murders sticking on his hands.</title><content type='html'>[Nu explic titlul. de ce? DEbarcader.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leapsa de la Mada? Fieee...:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pune playerul pe shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. Apasă „înainte” pentru fiecare întrebare.&lt;br /&gt;3. Foloseşte titlul melodiei ca şi răspuns la întrebare chiar dacă nu are sens. Nu trişa! [grr.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;How are you feeling today? -LP -In the end&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Will you get far in life? -Iris- Sa nu Crezi nimic [adevarat.:))]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How do your friends see you? -Vama veche- Betia [=)))]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Will you get married? -Iris-Ea inca ma iubeste [Voi fi amantaaa]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What’s your best friend’s theme? -Vama Veche-Cu tine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is the story of your life? -Rise Against- My life inside your heart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What was high school like? -Luna amara-Rosu aprins&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How can you get ahead in life? -Disturbed-Down with the sickness  [ok?=))]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is the best thing about your friends? -Rich o'Toole - in a minute or two [i'll be here with you tanaaana na na]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is in store for this weekend? - [Alvin and the chipmunks=))]-Bad day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What song describes you? -J.Bon Jovi- It's my life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What song would describe your grandparents? -Cameleon- Mi-e dor de voi [...]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How is your life going? -Three days grace-Never too late&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What song will they play at your funeral? -Tenacious D-Tribute&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How does the world see you? -Hara-Departe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Will you have a happy life? -[Desigur..ca nu] Metalica-The unforgiven&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do people secretly lust after you? -Nirvana-Here she comes now  [=)))genial]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How can I make myself happy? -Barry Louis -All i want is you [cam asa ceva.]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What should you do with your life? -Guns N'Roses-Knocking on heavens door [hell damn it!]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Merci mada &gt;:D&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Merge mai departe la Vlad,Malina si si si...Vava normal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In rest?Nimic de spus. Am inceput sa deschid ochii,doamne,ce lume de cacat.[scuzati].&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;De ce frate?Pentru ce?  Ii voi inchide la loc. Realitatea mea e mai buna. Am pofta de o pinacolada[fara alcool] si un McPuisor:&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Viata mea nu va mai fi pusa in cuvinte.! Niciodata.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gadi-gadi doamna profesoara.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Iubire maxima pentru toti necunoscutii.Voi ceilalti?Dovediti ca o meritati si da,bat apropouri.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ditto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;L.S.!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-7358372982662601810?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/7358372982662601810/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=7358372982662601810&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/7358372982662601810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/7358372982662601810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/03/now-does-he-feel-his-secret-murders.html' title='Now does he feel his secret murders sticking on his hands.'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6629325353843286781.post-6355338804675428915</id><published>2010-03-05T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T06:34:47.682-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ei bine pur si simplu eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ningeee.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about Mada and Pitty.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chefless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='altceva.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceva sentiment.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gabi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neconditionat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chestii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cosminn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='martie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chitara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eddie'/><title type='text'>Exclus!</title><content type='html'>E Martie,e primavara,Ninge!!!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt fericita,nu stiu de ce,dar sunt.&lt;br /&gt;In rest,totul e aiurea,TOTUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai vreau nimic de la voi,nici incredere,nici prietenie,nici atentie,nici nimic.Vreau doar spatiu si drum drept liber inainte! Deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s-uri cu bulinuta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gabi,te iubesc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://chefless.wordpress.com/"&gt;Mada&lt;/a&gt;,bine ai revenit pe blog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cosmin,esti slab.[De ce?Pentru ca nu esti in stare sa-ti respecti principiile]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eddie,merci pentru vergheta.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lupule,merci pentru ajutor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ionie,Fa-te bine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ana,unde mi-e scrisoarea?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vlad,ai macaroane?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mama,vreau Blugi Galbeni!!!:o3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Si imi vreau chitara inapoi.! Vio,ma intorc repede.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lil?Suna-ma cu prima ocazie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E tot ce am avut de zis. Eu voi fi cu zambetul pe buze,miserupista si foarte fericite.Iubesc,iubim si nu suntem iubiti.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6629325353843286781-6355338804675428915?l=freedom-taste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/feeds/6355338804675428915/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6629325353843286781&amp;postID=6355338804675428915&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/6355338804675428915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6629325353843286781/posts/default/6355338804675428915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freedom-taste.blogspot.com/2010/03/exclus.html' title='Exclus!'/><author><name>Pitty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12001653113317907018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUqngMHSFW4/TfkFexNtfzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/9uCP21XRPyQ/s220/DSC_1558.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
