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Chechik'/><category term='adolescenta'/><category term='Dumnezeu'/><category term='Leonida'/><category term='ninge'/><category term='savist'/><title type='text'>Love All. Trust A Few.</title><subtitle type='html'>Ganduri si nemurirea lor</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730448958064315852.post-5207483628295217455</id><published>2010-12-30T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T09:51:45.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noul an?</title><content type='html'>Anul trecut mi-am facut o lista cu lucrurile pe care vreau sa le fac in 2010. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;1. Să-mi stăpânesc mai bine emoţiile (Acesta e principalul obiectiv -să scap de tremuratul vocii sau si de tacerile prelungite)&lt;br /&gt;2. Să merg mai mult pe jos&lt;br /&gt;3. Să îmi păstrez prietenii&lt;br /&gt;4. Să îmi fac şi mai mulţi prieteni&lt;br /&gt;5. Să nu mai dezamăgesc pe nimeni&lt;br /&gt;6. Să dorm mai puţin&lt;br /&gt;7. Să citesc mai mult&lt;br /&gt;8. Să visez la fel de mult&lt;br /&gt;9. Să râd mai mult&lt;br /&gt;10. Să trec peste momentele dificile cu zâmbetul pe buze&lt;br /&gt;11. Să învăţ să fac clătite&lt;br /&gt;12. Să cred în Moş Crăciun&lt;br /&gt;13. Să fac mai multe fotografii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Sunt mandra sa afirm ca in mare parte le-am facut, cu mici exceptii: inca nu cred in Mos Craciun si mi-e destul de greu sa-mi stapanesc reactiile cand se intampla ceva. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Planuri pentru noul an? Nici gand. Anul asta ma las dusa de val. Daca reusesc sa iau CAE si sa invat sa fac torturi, cu atat mai bine. Daca nu, macar nu vor fi niste puncte pe care nu am reusit sa le bifez pe o lista.&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/8730448958064315852-5207483628295217455?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/5207483628295217455/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/12/noul.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/5207483628295217455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/5207483628295217455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/12/noul.html' title='Noul an?'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730448958064315852.post-170510771532808494</id><published>2010-08-28T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T04:20:56.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my comeback</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; position: relative; font: normal normal normal 18px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt; Trebuie să îngroş ceea ce am făcut...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; position: relative; font: normal normal normal 18px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://geo-ristea.blogspot.com/2010/06/leapsa.html" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Leapşă&lt;/a&gt; - Stolen from &lt;a href="http://geo-ristea.blogspot.com/"&gt;Geo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-header" style="line-height: 1.6; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(142, 142, 142); "&gt;&lt;div class="post-header-line-1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="width: 648px; line-height: 1.4; font-size: 15px; position: relative; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;1. Bought everyone in the pub a drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;2. Swam with wild dolphins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Climbed a mountain&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;4. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;5. Been inside the Great Pyramid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;6. Held a tarantula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;7. Taken a candlelight bath with someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;8. Said ‘I love you’ and meant it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Hugged a tree.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;10. Done a striptease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;14. Stayed up all night long, and watch the sun rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;15. Seen the Northern Lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;16. Gone to a huge sports game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;17. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. Grown and eaten your own vegetables&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;19. Touched an iceberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;20. Slept under the stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;21. Changed a baby’s diaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;22. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;23. Watched a meteor shower&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;24. Gotten drunk on champagne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;25. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;26. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;27. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;28. Had a food fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;29. Bet on a winning horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;30. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;31. Asked out a stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;32. Had a snowball fight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;33. Photocopied your bottom on the office photocopier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;34. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;35. Held a lamb.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;36. Enacted a favorite fantasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;37. Taken a midnight skinny dip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;38. Taken an ice cold bath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;39. Had a meaningful conversation with a beggar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;40. Seen a total eclipse&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;41. Ridden a roller coaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;42. Hit a home run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;43. Fit three weeks miraculously into three days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;44. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;45. Adopted an accent for an entire day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;46. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;47. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;48. Had two hard drives for your computer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;49. Visited all 50 states of USA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;50. Loved your job for all accounts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;51. Taken care of someone who was shit faced&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;52. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;53. Had amazing friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;54. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;55. Watched wild whales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;56. Stolen a sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;57. Backpacked in Europe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;58. Taken a road-trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;59. Rock climbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;60. Lied to foreign government’s official in that country to avoid notice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;61. Midnight walk on the beach&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;62. Sky diving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;63. Visited Ireland&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Been heartbroken longer then you were actually in love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;65. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger’s table and had a meal with them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;66. Visited Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;67. Bench pressed your own weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;68. Milked a cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;69. Alphabetized your records&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;70. Pretended to be a superhero&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;71. Sung karaoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;72. Lounged around in bed all day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;73. Posed nude in front of strangers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;74. Scuba diving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;75. Got it on to “Let’s Get It On” by Marvin Gaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;76. Kissed in the rain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;77. Played in the mud&lt;br /&gt;78. Played in the rain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;79. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;80. Done something you should regret, but don’t regret it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;81. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;82. Discovered that someone who’s not supposed to have known about your blog has discovered your blog.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;83. Dropped Windows in favor of something better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;84. Started a business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;85. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;86. Toured ancient sites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;87. Taken a martial arts class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;88. Sword fought for the honor of a woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;89. Played D&amp;amp;D for more than 6 hours straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;90. Gotten engaged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;91. Been in a movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;92. Crashed a party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;93. Loved someone you shouldn’t have&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;94. Kissed someone so passionately it made them dizzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;95. Gotten married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;96. Had sex at the office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;97. Gone without food for 5 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;98. Made cookies from scratch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;99. Won first prize in a costume contest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;100. Ridden a gondola in Venice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;101. Gotten a tattoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;102. Found that the texture of some materials can turn you on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;103. Gotten divorced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;104. Been on television news programs as an “expert”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;105. Got flowers for no reason&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;106. Masturbated in a public place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;107. Got so drunk you don’t remember anything&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;108. Taken illegal drugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;109. Performed on stage&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;110. Been to Las Vegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;111. Recorded music&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;112. Eaten shark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;113. Had a one-night stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;114. Gone to Thailand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;115. Seen Siouxsie live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;116. Bought a house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;117. Been in a combat zone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;118. Buried one/both of your parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;119. Broken an arm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;120. Been on a cruise ship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;121. Spoken more than one language fluently&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;122. Gotten into a fight while attempting to defend someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;123. Bounced a check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;124. Performed in Rocky Horror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;125. Read – and understood – your credit report&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;126. Raised children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;127. Recently bought and played with a favorite childhood toy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;128. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;129. Created and named your own constellation of stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;130. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;131. Found out something significant that your ancestors did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;132. Called or written your Congress person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;133. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;134. …more than once? – More than twice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;135. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;136. Sang loudly in the car, and didn’t stop when you knew someone was looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;137. Had an abortion or your female partner did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;138. Had plastic surgery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;139. Survived an accident that you shouldn’t have survived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;140. Wrote articles for a large publication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;141. Lost over 100 pounds&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;142. Held someone while they were having a flashback&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;143. Piloted an airplane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;144. Petted a stingray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;145. Broken someone’s heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;146. Helped an animal give birth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;147. Been fired or laid off a job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;148. Won money on a T.V. game show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;149. Broken a bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;150. Killed a human being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;151. Gone on an African photo safari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;152. Ridden a motorcycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;153. Driven any land vehicle at a speed of greater than 100 mph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;154. Had a body part of yours below the neck pierced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;155. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;156. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;157. Ridden a horse&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;158. Had major surgery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;159. Had sex on a moving train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;160. Had a snake as a pet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;161. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;162. Slept through an entire flight: takeoff, flight, and landing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;163. Slept for more than 30 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;164. Visited lots of foreign countries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;165. Visited all 7 continents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;166. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;167. Eaten kangaroo meat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;168. Fallen in love at an ancient Mayan burial ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;169. Been a sperm or egg donor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;170. Eaten sushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;171. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;172. Had 2 (or more) healthy romantic relationships for over a year in your lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;173. Changed someone’s mind about something you care deeply about&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;174. Gotten someone fired for their actions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;175. Gone back to school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;176. Parasailed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;177. Changed your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;178. Petted a cockroach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;179. Eaten fried green tomatoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;180. Read The Iliad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;181. Selected one “important” author who you missed in school, and read&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;182. Dined in a restaurant and stolen silverware, plates, cups because your apartment needed them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;183. …and gotten 86′ed from the restaurant because you did it so many times, they figured out it was you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;184. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;185. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;186. Apologized to someone years after inflicting the hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;187. Skipped all your school reunions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;188. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;189. Been elected to public office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;190. Written your own computer language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;191. Thought to yourself that you’re living your dream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;192. Had to put someone you love into hospice care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;193. Built your own PC from parts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;194. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn’t know you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;195. Had a booth at a street fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;196. Dyed your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;197. Been a DJ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;198. Found out someone was going to dump you via LiveJournal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;199. Written your own role playing game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; "&gt;200. Been arrested &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730448958064315852-170510771532808494?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/170510771532808494/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-is-my-comeback.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/170510771532808494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/170510771532808494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-is-my-comeback.html' title='This is my comeback'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730448958064315852.post-4606898062998918308</id><published>2010-06-17T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T00:30:16.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to say goodbye</title><content type='html'>Da, știu, știu, n-am mai postat de ceva timp nimic. Aș putea să inventez: am fost ocupată, obosită, rănită etc etc dar o să fiu sinceră: mi-a fost lene. Nu am avut inspirație, muzele mele au fost lovite în plin de caniculă și probail au făcut insolatie pe drum, pentru că la mine n-au mai ajuns, și uite că a trecut aproape o lună de când nu v-am mai stresat cu ideile mele rătăcite pe aici. :D&lt;br /&gt;Iar acum îmi iau rămas-bun, pentru că probabil nu voi mai scrie nimic aici până prin august. Până atunci...ne mai auzim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Nu uitați de Oana. Donații, donații, donații!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730448958064315852-4606898062998918308?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/4606898062998918308/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/06/time-to-say-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/4606898062998918308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/4606898062998918308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/06/time-to-say-goodbye.html' title='Time to say goodbye'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730448958064315852.post-2984130089095585500</id><published>2010-05-22T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T05:50:18.223-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ganduri impartasite'/><title type='text'>Am sa arunc cu stele...(VI)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;"Ce copilării spunem. Ne afundăm în cuvinte mari și importante și uităm cine suntem, uităm până și de ce spunem toate astea. De ce facem asta? Nu am nevoie de aprobarea ta dacă am chef să plec. Nu am nevoie de tine dacă vreau să zbor. Trebuie doar să-mi întind aripile...și să cad. Da, face parte din zbor. Pentru că întotdeauna o să zbor vertical. În sus. Spre soare, ca Icar, până când aripile mi se vor topi, sau se vor frânge, așa cum ai spus tu. Să se frângă! Se vor vindeca, și vor fi din ce în ce mai puternice, și până la urma voi reuși să ating Soarele. Nu mă crezi, nu-i așa? Dar de ce să nu pot? Pentru că e prea sus? Pentru că e prea cald? Pentru că pur și simplu nu pot? Dar cine hotărăște ce pot și ce nu? Am să zbor, am să ating Soarele, am să țin Luna în palmă și am să arunc cu stele dupa ielele ce vor dansa în juru-mi, dacă asta am să vreau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu am nevoie de tine să-mi spui ce pot și ce nu pot, ce vreau și ce nu vreau, cine sunt și cine nu sunt. Nu am nevoie de nimeni."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730448958064315852-2984130089095585500?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/2984130089095585500/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/05/am-sa-arunc-cu-stelevi.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/2984130089095585500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/2984130089095585500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/05/am-sa-arunc-cu-stelevi.html' title='Am sa arunc cu stele...(VI)'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730448958064315852.post-6378688216017885287</id><published>2010-05-11T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T07:03:06.006-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ganduri impartasite'/><title type='text'>Ia-ți zborul! (V)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://brotherpeacemaker.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/sparrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 142px;" src="http://brotherpeacemaker.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/sparrow.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;"Vrei libertate, vrei să pleci...Copil prostuț și nerecunoscător! Ți-e dor de amintirile tale, îți plăcea să suferi! Te făcea mai...mai cum? Mai interesantă? Mai misterioasă, poate? Ce mister? Era atât de evident! Iubeai, nu erai iubită. Acum s-a întors roata și ai ajuns exact ca el. Vei ajunge singură, și așa va ajunge și el. Sau poate exact asta vrei? Să vă consolați unul pe altul? Asta e singura ta cale? Tot naivă ai ramas, și ți-au rămas cicatrice pe care nu pot sa le vindec...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Și până la urmă, de ce te agăți cu atâta disperare de el? El nu-ți iubea părul negru, deși își rătăcea degetele prin el... El doar îți ironiza gesturile copilărești pe care eu le iubesc atât de mult. El nu-ți iubea mâinile mici și subțiri, și nici zâmbetul, fie el dulce sau sarcastic. El nu se pierdea în ochii tăi, și nici vocea tremuratoare pe care mie nu mi-ai arătat-o niciodată n-o iubea... Eu nu te fac să tremuri. Eu nu te fac să-ți pierzi cuvintele... Dar eu nici nu te fac să suferi. Câți nori, câte ploi, câte furtuni ți-a adus el? De câte ori ai adormit plângând? De câte ori l-ai urât din toata inima pentru minciunile pe care ți le-a spus? De câte ori nu te-a durut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poftim cheia. Ți-o dau, dacă o vrei. Deschide ușa și ia-ți zborul, vrabie nestatornică, și rătăcește în jurul lumii, caută-l, găsește-l, convinge-te că lângă el nu vei găsi cer senin și caută-ți un colțișor uitat de lume, unde să adormi din nou plângând.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uită de mine, dacă asta vrei, dar ți se vor redeschide rănile și te vei întoarce la colivia ta, colivie aurită, dar cu ușile închise! Și atunci îți vei căuta alt bun samaritean, și-i vei sta alături până când ți se vor vindeca aripile frânte. Dar dorul de ducă va începe iar să te sufoce, și iar îți vei cerși libertatea...&lt;br /&gt;Vei umbla ca un fluture amăgitor din floare-n floare, și-ți vei vindeca rănile între petalele nefericiților trandafiri pe care-i vei întâlni, apoi te vei arunca iar în căutarea aceluiași crin al cărui polen îți va îngreuna aripile, făcându-te să cazi iar și iar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descuie lacătul și zbori, vrabie nestatornică! Eu voi închide ușa-n urma ta."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730448958064315852-6378688216017885287?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6378688216017885287/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/05/vrei-libertate-vrei-sa-pleci.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/6378688216017885287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/6378688216017885287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/05/vrei-libertate-vrei-sa-pleci.html' title='Ia-ți zborul! (V)'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730448958064315852.post-6687970307114095249</id><published>2010-05-11T03:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T07:01:47.302-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ganduri impartasite'/><title type='text'>Și totuși departe (IV)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;"De ce mă asemui unei flăcări?  Te-am ars? Te-am rănit? Nici dacă aș vrea n-aș putea face asta, vântul îmi șoptește că nu are rost... Nici măcar răzbunătoare nu sunt, aș fi distrus atât de multe...&lt;br /&gt;Spui că ești atât de aproape, dar nu te simt. Că ești aici, sau la mii de mile depărtare...nu știu. Poate am uitat. Dă-mi ceva din tine, ca să-mi aduc aminte. Dă-mi o scânteie, iar eu ți-o voi da pe a mea, și vom face schimb iar, și iar, de fiecare dată când ni se vor întâlni privirile. Sau nu, eu voi închide ochii și-mi voi feri privirea, ca să nu știi că mă sufocă fericirea. E fericire oare? Sau dor? Dor de ducă? Mă ții captivă aici, lângă tine și totuși departe. Mă ții într-o colivie și refuzi cu îndârjire să-mi deschizi ușa... M-aș duce, aș zbura în jurul lumii, apoi, într-o clipă doar, m-aș întoarce la tine. Știi asta, nu? Mi-ai ucis amintirile otrăvite și mi-ai nimicit iluziile, acum ești răspunzător pentru mine. Mi-ai dat lumină, dă-mi și libertate, căci tăcerea, pe care o vroiam bogată și asurzitoare, mă apasă, imi ia puținul aer rămas în îngusta-mi colivie...&lt;br /&gt;De ce taci? Parcă îmi atârni lanțuri de mâini când taci! Hai, fii bun, așa cum ai fost până acum! Deschide-mi ușa, și promit să mă întorc cândva..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730448958064315852-6687970307114095249?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6687970307114095249/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/05/si-totusi-departe.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/6687970307114095249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/6687970307114095249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/05/si-totusi-departe.html' title='Și totuși departe (IV)'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730448958064315852.post-4649183948440723833</id><published>2010-05-08T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T07:00:50.739-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ganduri impartasite'/><title type='text'>Aproape (III)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://aboutcoolness.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/flame-jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://aboutcoolness.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/flame-jpg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Uite cât eşti de aproape. Aproape că îţi pot auzi răsuflarea, deşi ne despart mii de kilometri. Dacă închid ochii şi întind mâna, aproape că îţi pot atinge faţa. Vezi cât de aproape eşti? Închide şi tu ochii.&lt;br /&gt;Te-ai ascuns de mine atâta timp...Te-am speriat? Iartă-mă. Nu mai spun nimic, dacă nu vrei. Pot să tac, putea să tăcem amândoi şi să ne cufundăm în linişte, până când liniştea ne va asurzi. Iar apoi vom exploda într-o aureolă de cuvinte, până ne vom spune totul, chiar dacă ar dura 300 de ani.&lt;br /&gt;M-ai iertat. Ştiu că te-am schimbat atât de mult, încât propria-ţi reflexie te priveşte cu suspiciune crescândă. Dar va învăţa să aibă încredere în tine.&lt;br /&gt;Ţi-ai agăţat sub pleoape o sclipire pe care mi-o arăţi doar mie, şi pe care nu vreau s-o împart cu nimeni. Numeşte-mă egoist, dacă vrei, apoi hai să ne îmbătăm cu egoismul meu! Eu sunt deja ameţit. De tine, de voioşia ta, de spontaneitatea ta, de cochetăria şi timiditatea ta... Eşti tu, apoi te schimbi, dar tot tu eşti. Şi în tine parcă zace o muză zglobie, şi mă-ncântă graţia şi candoarea ta... eşti ca o flacără ce abia mai pâlpâia, dar acum te-ai dezlănţuit, şi ai putea mistui tot din jurul tău, dacă ai vrea... Şi nimic nu te mai poate stinge. Apă, lacrimi, nisip, le-ai nimici pe toate!&lt;br /&gt;Ai zis că vrei lumină? Îţi dau toată lumina mea, doar hai să ne îmbătăm cu vise!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730448958064315852-4649183948440723833?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/4649183948440723833/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/05/aproape-iii.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/4649183948440723833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/4649183948440723833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/05/aproape-iii.html' title='Aproape (III)'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730448958064315852.post-1967645958882598682</id><published>2010-05-08T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T06:56:42.381-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ganduri impartasite'/><title type='text'>Ştii ce gândesc (II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th06.deviantart.net/fs15/300W/f/2007/106/4/d/The_Light_by_Zindy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 403px;" src="http://th06.deviantart.net/fs15/300W/f/2007/106/4/d/The_Light_by_Zindy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;"Ai ucis părţi din mine. M-ai făcut să las în urmă ani întregi, şi asta fără să mă priveşti măcar. Ai dărâmat speranţe, vise, iluzii. Ai rupt bucăţi din mine şi le-ai ars cu nonşalanţă, fără măcar să-ţi dai seama. Aveam nevoie de cărbuni încinşi şi cioburi, de viaţa mea ruginită, de visele mele... Trăiam din visele alea! Erau tot ce aveam, eram fiecare gând pe care îl îndreptasem încolo, eram fiecare moment în care îmi tremuraseră genunchii, eram fiecare silabă pe care o rostisem cu voce tremurândă, eram fiecare privire, fiecare zambet, fiecare iluzie...fiecare iluzie spulberată. Ştiu. Greşesc. Nu am dreptul să fiu supărată. Dar nici tu nu aveai dreptul să distrugi fragmente din sufletul meu. Era sufletul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;. Eram &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;. Acum mă schimb pentru tine, pentru că trebuie sa înlocuiesc piesele lipsă, piesele pe care tu le-ai stricat.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-ai dat altele in schimb, ştiu. Te iert, dar n-am ce ierta. Nu voi avea niciodată ce ierta, pentru că tu, singurul care mă va putea strivi, nu o vei face. Nu o vei face, nu? Până la urmă cine eşti? Te cunosc, şi totuşi nu te ştiu. Te cunosc de acolo, de undeva din mine, de departe, dar nu ştiu nimic despre tine. Vor trece aproape 300 de ani până voi şti. Şi până atunci vom fi spus atât de multe...&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau să aud nimic. Vreau linişte. Vreau să tăcem amândoi, împreună, şi tăcerea noastră să spună mai multe decât am putea spune noi în 300 de ani. Şi vreau să-mi promiţi că nu-mi vei lua lumina niciodată."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730448958064315852-1967645958882598682?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/1967645958882598682/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/05/ai-ucis-parti-din-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/1967645958882598682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/1967645958882598682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/05/ai-ucis-parti-din-mine.html' title='Ştii ce gândesc (II)'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730448958064315852.post-400222959090376027</id><published>2010-05-08T03:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T06:55:36.010-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ganduri impartasite'/><title type='text'>Ştiu ce gândeşti (I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs43/f/2009/060/6/4/64eb98884fd433f31f6a93090c1db168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs43/f/2009/060/6/4/64eb98884fd433f31f6a93090c1db168.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;"Am ucis părţi din tine. Ţi-am ucis amintirile, una câte una. Le-am închis într-o debara întunecoasă şi le-am lăsat să se sufoce acolo. Erau atât de inutile, şi tu erai atât de oarbă... De ce nu vedeai că te ţineau captivă? Te răneau în fiecare clipă, aruncând cu cărbuni încinşi şi cioburi. Doar asta puteau să-ţi dea, şi tu te agăţai de ele cu atâta furie...&lt;br /&gt;Ţi-am ucis speranţele. Pot să le zic aşa? Nici măcar nu erau speranţe, erau vise, iluzii... Te hrăneai cu ele, le respirai, le ascundeai înăuntrul tău şi credeai că îţi iei viaţa din ele. Dar ele îţi luau ţie viaţa, o murdăreau, o mototoleau şi ţi-o dădeau înapoi aşa, ruginită şi cu urme de gheare, iar tu, în întunericul tău, credeai că e aproape perfectă.&lt;br /&gt;Am ucis tot ce te ţinea legată de trecut, şi am pătruns cu forţa în întunericul tău, şi ţi-am dat din lumina mea. Ţi-am dat amintiri noi şi speranţe noi, ca să mă ierţi. Dar nici nu te gândeşti să mă ierţi, pentru că nici nu-ţi dai seama că am ucis părţi din tine. Dar erau părţi putrezite, ruginite, care săpau în tine, în sufletul tău, îţi aspirau viaţa şi lumina, te ucideau încet-încet...Şi pe tine nu vreau să te ucid. Ţie vreau să îţi dau toată viaţa mea.&lt;br /&gt;Fă-ţi curaj să mă priveşti în ochi şi să te întrebi de ce gândesc aşa. Pentru că ştiu că ştii ce gândesc. Pentru că ştiu că şi tu gândeşti la fel."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730448958064315852-400222959090376027?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/400222959090376027/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/05/stiu-ce-gandesti.html#comment-form' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/400222959090376027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/400222959090376027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/05/stiu-ce-gandesti.html' title='Ştiu ce gândeşti (I)'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730448958064315852.post-659714274971616985</id><published>2010-05-03T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T10:00:08.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change one thing, change everything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hypers-site.co.uk/TheButterflyEffect-Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 525px;" src="http://www.hypers-site.co.uk/TheButterflyEffect-Poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It has been said that something as small as the flutter of a butterfly's can ultimately cause a typhoon halfway around the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast:&lt;br /&gt;Ashton Kutcher - Evan&lt;br /&gt;Amy Smart - Kayleigh&lt;br /&gt;Elden Henson - Lenny&lt;br /&gt;William Lee Scott - Tommy&lt;br /&gt;Melora Walters - Andrea&lt;br /&gt;Regizor:Eric Bress&lt;br /&gt;        J. Mackye Gruber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u5dVQfzjDS4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u5dVQfzjDS4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa incepem cu inceputul. Este vorba despre un oarecare Evan care sufera de o oarecare boala psihica, mostenita de la tatal sau, care il impiedica sa-mi aminteasca anumite scene din viata sa. Ajuns in pragul maturitatii, descopera ca jurnalele pe care le tinea de la 7 ani il pot ajuta sa-si aminteasca si sa schimbe trecutul, cu consecinte majore in prezent. Incepe astfel sa-si modifice amintirile, incercand sa aduca fericire in viata tuturor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce mi-a placut? Pentru ca m-am gandit de 1000 de ori cum ar fi daca as putea sa imi indrept greselile, sa schimb lucruri pe care le-am facut, sau sa fac ceea ce n-am avut curaj cand am avut ocazia. Pentru ca, desi e vorba de teoria haosului (redata putin mai sus) si prudenta, nu am cum sa nu-l invidiez pe Evan, si desi stiu ca nu e posibil, imi tot revine in minte ideea de a-mi putea controla trecutul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si cum acesta e doar primul film dintr-o trilogie...va urma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730448958064315852-659714274971616985?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/659714274971616985/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/05/change-one-thing-change-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/659714274971616985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/659714274971616985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/05/change-one-thing-change-everything.html' title='Change one thing, change everything.'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730448958064315852.post-1614366959910096610</id><published>2010-05-02T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T06:36:41.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am primit un premiu :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://loryloo.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/sunshineblogaward1.jpg?w=175&amp;h=170&amp;h=170"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 170px;" src="http://loryloo.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/sunshineblogaward1.jpg?w=175&amp;h=170&amp;h=170" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am primit un premiu de la &lt;a href="http://geo-ristea.blogspot.com/"&gt;Geo&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca acest premiu sa fie valid trebuie sa tin cont de urmatoarele reguli :&lt;br /&gt;~ sa scriu de la cine am primit premiul;&lt;br /&gt;~ sa postez premiul;&lt;br /&gt;~ sa-l ofer la 12 prieteni;&lt;br /&gt;~ sa afisez link-urile catre paginile lor;&lt;br /&gt;~ sa le dau de stire printr-un comentariu pe blogul lor ca au primit premiu.&lt;br /&gt;~ 10 lucruri care imi plac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 lucruri care imi plac:&lt;br /&gt;-muzica&lt;br /&gt;-pozele vechi&lt;br /&gt;-parcurile si padurile&lt;br /&gt;-Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;-filmele&lt;br /&gt;-Johnny Depp&lt;br /&gt;-cartile&lt;br /&gt;-imbratisarile&lt;br /&gt;-prietenii&lt;br /&gt;-CNSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai departe...o mai fi cineva la care n-a ajuns? :-??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730448958064315852-1614366959910096610?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/1614366959910096610/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/05/am-primit-un-premiu-d.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/1614366959910096610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/1614366959910096610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/05/am-primit-un-premiu-d.html' title='Am primit un premiu :D'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730448958064315852.post-1381100845280540149</id><published>2010-05-02T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T03:45:45.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>98% Protective instincts</title><content type='html'>Long time no see. Am o noua sugestie: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Blind Side&lt;/span&gt;. First of all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast:&lt;br /&gt;Sandra Bullock - Leigh Anne Tuohy&lt;br /&gt;Tim McGraw - Sean Tuohy&lt;br /&gt;Quinton Aaron - Michael Oher&lt;br /&gt;Jae Head - S.J. Tuohy&lt;br /&gt;Lilly Collins - Collins Tuohy&lt;br /&gt;Regizor: John Lee Hancock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5hn5-pxWM6k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5hn5-pxWM6k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce The Blind Side? &lt;br /&gt;In primul rand, trebuie mentionat ca este o ecranizare a romanului 'The Blind Side', de Michael Lewis. Povestea unui baiat nedreptatit de soarta, care schimba viata unei familii. &lt;br /&gt;Trailerul spune multe, nu mai pot sa adaug decat cateva mici detalii, precum faptul ca filmul m-a emotionat aproape pana la lacrimi, dar am si ras (un pusti de un 1.20 m antrenand un urias!), am vazut cum viata iti poate fi schimbata in doar cateva minute, indiferent in ce parte a orasului stai. Daca nu sunt convingatoare, imi cer mii de scuze. Dar e un film ce trebuie vazut macar o data. Va promit ca nu vor fi 2 ore pierdute. Daca se intampla asta... dau un suc :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730448958064315852-1381100845280540149?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/1381100845280540149/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/05/98-protective-instincts.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/1381100845280540149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/1381100845280540149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/05/98-protective-instincts.html' title='98% Protective instincts'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730448958064315852.post-274083132398122820</id><published>2010-04-13T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T01:01:59.349-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='june'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gemini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zodiac'/><title type='text'>Gemini</title><content type='html'>Gemini (22nd May - 21st June)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeps their business to themselves. Very kind, big personality. More acquaintances than friends. Treats friends like family. More of a thinker than a doer. Isn't shy but can be quiet at times if uncomfortable or thinking. Difficult to describe because their personality traits differ, they include aspects of all personality traits. Has very strange moments - in a good way. Makes a lot of jokes. Big laugh. Often extremely good looking. Mysterious, leaving people wanting more. Loves having a good time. Easily agitated (especially when something is on their mind). Is more used to short relationships because they can often be selfish, when they are in a long term relationship it tends to be off and on. Strong opinions. Denies their feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, that's me. Is it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730448958064315852-274083132398122820?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/274083132398122820/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/04/gemini.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/274083132398122820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/274083132398122820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/04/gemini.html' title='Gemini'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730448958064315852.post-8680467341017359654</id><published>2010-04-09T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T03:16:56.331-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='samantha morton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laurence dunmore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Johnny Depp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='john wilmot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rochester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the libertine'/><title type='text'>The Libertine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bitchinfilmreviews.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/The-Libertine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 702px;" src="http://bitchinfilmreviews.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/The-Libertine.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I am John Wilmot, second Earl of Rochester, and I do not want you to like me.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast:&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Depp - John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester&lt;br /&gt;John Malkovich - Charles II&lt;br /&gt;Samantha Morton - Elizabeth Barry&lt;br /&gt;Rosamund Pike - Elizabeth Malet&lt;br /&gt;Director: Laurence Dunmore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Wilmot este un poet cinic, din secolul XVII, care nu se sfieste sa spuna ce gandeste sau sa sfideze regele. Desi casatorit, se indragosteste de o alta femeie, bea, isi petrece noptile cu prosituate, ajungand sa moara de sifilis, nu inainte de a se converti la crestinism.&lt;br /&gt;Desi caracterul personajului principal este dezagreabil si respingator, a fost unul dintre cele mai impresionante filme pe care le-am vazut. E interesanta evolutia personajului,sau mai bine zis decaderea lui treptata, influenta pe care o are asupra celor din jur si mai ales reactiile lor. &lt;br /&gt;O capodopera, din punctul meu de vedere. Un &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;must see&lt;/span&gt;. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lr3mbMnesoo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lr3mbMnesoo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730448958064315852-8680467341017359654?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/8680467341017359654/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/04/libertine.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/8680467341017359654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/8680467341017359654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/04/libertine.html' title='The Libertine'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent Malloy is seven years old,&lt;br /&gt;He's always polite and does what  he's told.&lt;br /&gt;For a boy his age he's considerate and nice,&lt;br /&gt;But he wants  to be just like Vincent Price.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't mind living with his  sister, dog and cat,&lt;br /&gt;Though he'd rather share a home with spiders and  bats.&lt;br /&gt;There he could reflect on the horrors he's invented,&lt;br /&gt;And  wander dark hallways alone and tormented.&lt;br /&gt;Vincent is nice when his  aunt comes to see him,&lt;br /&gt;But imagines dipping her in wax for his wax  museum.&lt;br /&gt;He likes to experiment on his dog Abercrombie,&lt;br /&gt;In the hopes  of creating a horrible zombie.&lt;br /&gt;So he and his horrible zombie dog,&lt;br /&gt;Could go searching for victims in the London fog.&lt;br /&gt;His thoughts aren't  only of ghoulish crime,&lt;br /&gt;He likes to paint and read to pass the time.&lt;br /&gt;While other kids read books like Go Jane Go,&lt;br /&gt;Vincent's favorite  author is Edgar Allan Poe.&lt;br /&gt;One night while reading a gruesome tale,&lt;br /&gt;He read a passage that made him turn pale.&lt;br /&gt;Such horrible news he could  not survive,&lt;br /&gt;For his beautiful wife had been buried alive.&lt;br /&gt;He dug  out her grave to make sure she was dead,&lt;br /&gt;Unaware that her grave was  his mother's flower bed.&lt;br /&gt;His mother sent Vincent off to his room,&lt;br /&gt;He  knew he'd been banished to the tower of doom.&lt;br /&gt;Where he was sentenced  to spend the rest of his life,&lt;br /&gt;Alone with a portrait of his beautiful  wife.&lt;br /&gt;While alone and insane, encased in his tomb,&lt;br /&gt;Vincent's mother  suddenly burst into the room.&lt;br /&gt;"If you want to you can go outside and  play.&lt;br /&gt;It's sunny outside and a beautiful day."&lt;br /&gt;Vincent tried to  talk, but he just couldn't speak,&lt;br /&gt;The years of isolation had made him  quite weak.&lt;br /&gt;So he took out some paper, and scrawled with a pen,&lt;br /&gt;"I  am possessed by this house, and can never leave it again."&lt;br /&gt;His mother  said, "You're not possessed, and you're not almost dead.&lt;br /&gt;These games  that you play are all in your head.&lt;br /&gt;You're not Vincent Price, you're  Vincent Malloy.&lt;br /&gt;You're not tormented or insane, you're just a young  boy."&lt;br /&gt;"You're seven years old, and you're my son,&lt;br /&gt;I want you to get  outside and have some real fun."&lt;br /&gt;Her anger now spent, she walked out  through the hall,&lt;br /&gt;While Vincent backed slowly against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;The  room started to sway, to shiver and creak.&lt;br /&gt; His horrid insanity had  reached its peak.&lt;br /&gt;He saw Abercrombie his zombie slave,&lt;br /&gt;And heard his  wife call from beyond the grave.&lt;br /&gt;She spoke from her coffin, and made  ghoulish demands.&lt;br /&gt;While through cracking walls reached skeleton hands.&lt;br /&gt;Every horror in his life that had crept through his dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Swept  his mad laugh to terrified screams.&lt;br /&gt;To escape the madness, he reached  for the door,&lt;br /&gt;But fell limp and lifeless down on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;His  voice was soft and very slow,&lt;br /&gt;As he quoted The Raven from Edgar Allan  Poe,&lt;br /&gt; "And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the  floor,&lt;br /&gt;Shall be lifted - Nevermore!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730448958064315852-8758458783261017948?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/8758458783261017948/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/03/tim-burton.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/8758458783261017948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/8758458783261017948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/03/tim-burton.html' title='Tim Burton'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730448958064315852.post-2716894042189709838</id><published>2010-03-28T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T06:53:53.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pentru Oana</title><content type='html'>Numele ei este Oana Gîdea şi are nevoie de noi. De ce?&lt;br /&gt;Pentru pe 5 martie a fost lovită (pe trecerea de pietoni!) de un autoturism şi proiectată într-o altă maşină care venea din sens opus. Oana a suportat o lovitură la cap şi a avut nevoie de o operaţie care a ţinut 6 ore pentru a-i fi scos cheagul de sânge format.Timp de peste o săptămână a fost în comă. Între timp şi-a mai revenit puţin, deşi inca respiră cu ajutorul unei traheotomii.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca urmările pe termen lung să fie minime, Oana are nevoie de recuperare la o clinică în Germania, recuperare care va dura cel puţin 3 luni şi care costă în jur de 60 000 de euro(adica aproape 250.000 Ron sau 2 miliarde si jumatate in lei vechi) , sumă de care părinţii ei nu dispun, deşi sunt gata să renunţe la economiile lor de-o viaţă. Şi aici intervenim noi.&lt;br /&gt;Părinţii ei au deschis un cont:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14pt;color:red;"   lang="RO"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banca: &lt;/b&gt;Raiffeisen Bank&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14pt;color:red;"   lang="RO"&gt;Sucursala:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14pt;color:red;"   lang="RO"&gt; Aviaţiei&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14pt;color:red;"   lang="RO"&gt;Titular cont: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14pt;color:red;"   lang="RO"&gt;Ion Gîdea&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14pt;color:red;"   lang="RO"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RO83RZBR0000060012422077 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14pt;color:red;"   lang="RO"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oana are dreptul să crească, are dreptul la o viaţă normală, dar noi, copii fiind, nu putem decât să cerem ajutor celor mai mari, mai buni, mai capabili de a o ajuta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dacă nu aveţi posibilitatea de a depune bani în acest cont, măcar daţi mai departe unul dintre următoarele linkuri:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://geo-ristea.blogspot.com/2010/03/pentru-oana-part-2.html"&gt;http://geo-ristea.blogspot.com/2010/03/pentru-oana-part-2.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oana-balan.blogspot.com/2010/03/oana-un-copil-care-trebuie-sa-creasca.html"&gt;http://oana-balan.blogspot.com/2010/03/oana-un-copil-care-trebuie-sa-creasca.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/03/pentru-oana.html"&gt;http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/03/pentru-oana.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru detalii: lon3ly.butt3rfly@yahoo.com ,   georgy_mary_1994@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14pt;color:red;"   lang="RO"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Oana nu mai pleaca in Germania. In schimb, face recuperare acasa cu 3 doctori care, bineinteles, trebuie remunerati. In concluzie, donatiile sunt in continuare binevenite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit 2: Oana e in Germania de ceva timp, urmand sa fie operata in curand pentru a doua oara. Multumiri celor care au inteles ca fiecare om are dreptul la speranta, deci multumiri celor care au donat. Totusi inca este nevoie de bani pentru recuperare. Deci donatii, donatii, donatii!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730448958064315852-2716894042189709838?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/2716894042189709838/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/03/pentru-oana.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/2716894042189709838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/2716894042189709838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/03/pentru-oana.html' title='Pentru Oana'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730448958064315852.post-6325829458474873209</id><published>2010-03-20T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T10:54:03.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel The MUSIC!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs22/300W/f/2007/360/e/e/feel_the_music_by_polel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 497px;" src="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs22/300W/f/2007/360/e/e/feel_the_music_by_polel.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUSIC&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 Sud Est&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alaturi de ingeri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Al Green &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love And Happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amy McDonald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Is The Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beyonce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken-hearted Girl&lt;br /&gt;Listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bon Jovi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Britney Spears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bryan Addams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Really Loved A Woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coldplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Message&lt;br /&gt;Clocks&lt;br /&gt;Fix You&lt;br /&gt;Lovers In japan&lt;br /&gt;Politik&lt;br /&gt;Postcards From Far Away&lt;br /&gt;Spies&lt;br /&gt;The Hardest Part&lt;br /&gt;Talk&lt;br /&gt;Viva La Vida&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Corina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Christina Aguilera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Hurt&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mother&lt;br /&gt;Walk Away&lt;br /&gt;Save Me From Myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Duffy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warwick Avenue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Florin Chilian&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zece&lt;br /&gt;Chiar Daca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fool's Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemon Tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;George Michael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Careless Whisper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gloria Gaynor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Will Survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Guns N' Roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Don't Cry&lt;br /&gt;November Rain&lt;br /&gt;Since I Don't Have You&lt;br /&gt;Paradise City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gwen Stefani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 in the Morning&lt;br /&gt;Cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;James Morrison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; Better Man&lt;br /&gt;Broken Strings&lt;br /&gt;Dream On Hayley&lt;br /&gt;Fix The World Up For You&lt;br /&gt;If You Don't Wanna Love Me&lt;br /&gt;Love Is Hard&lt;br /&gt;Once When I Was Little&lt;br /&gt;One Last Chance&lt;br /&gt;Please Don't Stop The Rain&lt;br /&gt;Precious Love&lt;br /&gt;Save Yourself&lt;br /&gt;The Last Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;The Letter&lt;br /&gt;The Rain Must Fall&lt;br /&gt;Under The Influence&lt;br /&gt;You Give Me Something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jason Mraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; Absolutely Zero&lt;br /&gt;Better&lt;br /&gt;Dear Anna&lt;br /&gt;Details In The Fabric&lt;br /&gt;Hey Love&lt;br /&gt;I'm Yours&lt;br /&gt;Life Is Wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Love For A Child&lt;br /&gt;One Find&lt;br /&gt;Plane&lt;br /&gt;Prettiest Friend&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping To Dream About You&lt;br /&gt;Song For A Friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky&lt;br /&gt;The Beauty In Ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer Lopez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny from The Block&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joe Cocker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling Alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jordin Sparks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatoo&lt;br /&gt;No Air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kate Nash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dickhead&lt;br /&gt;Nicest Thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Katy Perry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're So Gay&lt;br /&gt;Thinking Of You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leona Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better In Time&lt;br /&gt;Take A Bow&lt;br /&gt;Homeless&lt;br /&gt;If I Was So Happy&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Alive&lt;br /&gt;Brave&lt;br /&gt;Broken&lt;br /&gt;Stop Crying Your Heart Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Massive Attack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teardrop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Melody Gardot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm A Fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meredith Brooks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; Ben&lt;br /&gt;Bad&lt;br /&gt;Dirty Diana&lt;br /&gt;Thriller&lt;br /&gt;Billie Jean&lt;br /&gt;Beat It&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies&lt;br /&gt;Earth Song&lt;br /&gt;Heal The World&lt;br /&gt;They Don't Care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace Kelly&lt;br /&gt;Any Other World&lt;br /&gt;Blaime It On Girls&lt;br /&gt;Erase&lt;br /&gt;Happy Ending&lt;br /&gt;I'm Falling&lt;br /&gt;Love Today&lt;br /&gt;Intoxicated&lt;br /&gt;Over My Shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Pick Up Off The Floor&lt;br /&gt;Stuck In The Middle&lt;br /&gt;Toy Boy&lt;br /&gt;You Made Me&lt;br /&gt;Your Sympathy&lt;br /&gt;Lady Jane&lt;br /&gt;Billy Brown&lt;br /&gt;Blue Eyes&lt;br /&gt;By The Time&lt;br /&gt;I See You&lt;br /&gt;Kick Ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Otis Reddings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain In My Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Outlandish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paul Van Dyk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation With My 13 Year-old Self&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr. President&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary&lt;br /&gt;Funhouse&lt;br /&gt;Eventually&lt;br /&gt;Family Portrait&lt;br /&gt;I Have Seen The Rain&lt;br /&gt;I'm Not Dead&lt;br /&gt;Lonely Girl&lt;br /&gt;Long Way To Happy&lt;br /&gt;Love Song&lt;br /&gt;Mean&lt;br /&gt;Misery&lt;br /&gt;My Vietnam&lt;br /&gt;Nobody Knows&lt;br /&gt;Stop Falling&lt;br /&gt;Trouble&lt;br /&gt;Who Knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pink Floyd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish You Were Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reamonn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&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;Queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Try So Hard&lt;br /&gt;The Show Must Go On&lt;br /&gt;Love Of My Life&lt;br /&gt;We Are The Champions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Righteous Brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unchained Melody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sarah Connor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Sarah With love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sarah McLachlan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds&lt;br /&gt;Don't Let Me Down&lt;br /&gt;Because&lt;br /&gt;All You Need Is Love&lt;br /&gt;Across The Universe&lt;br /&gt;Happiness Is A Warm Gun&lt;br /&gt;Hey Jude&lt;br /&gt;While My Guitar Gently Weeps&lt;br /&gt;Dear Prudence&lt;br /&gt;All My Loving&lt;br /&gt;Revolution&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry Fields&lt;br /&gt;With A Little Help From My Fiends&lt;br /&gt;I Want You&lt;br /&gt;I Am The Walrus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Pussycat Dolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Hate This Part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Script &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakeven&lt;br /&gt;Anybody There&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Veronicas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Say Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Everything I'm Not&lt;br /&gt;Heavily Broken&lt;br /&gt;Untouched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baba O'Riley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vama (Veche)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel Cismigiu&lt;br /&gt;Pe Sarma&lt;br /&gt;Bed For Love&lt;br /&gt;Dumnezeu nu apare la stiri&lt;br /&gt;Epilog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Peste 150 de melodii. Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730448958064315852-6325829458474873209?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6325829458474873209/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-is-music.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/6325829458474873209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/6325829458474873209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-is-music.html' title='Feel The MUSIC!'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730448958064315852.post-7207820866903509473</id><published>2010-03-13T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T07:51:11.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S. I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gilamovies.com/movie_images/movie_88/ps-i-love-you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 501px;" src="http://www.gilamovies.com/movie_images/movie_88/ps-i-love-you.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast:&lt;br /&gt;Gerard Butler - Gerry&lt;br /&gt;Hillary Swank - Holly&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey Dean Morgan - William&lt;br /&gt;Regizor: Richard LaGravenese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probabil nu e prima dată când auziţi de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S. I Love You&lt;/span&gt;. Nu mă mir. Cei care nu l-au vazut vor spune că e vorba despre comedia aceea romantică în care... Nu continuaţi. NU este o comedie. Este un film romantic, dar dacă vreţi să-l vedeţi, asiguraţi-vă că aveţi la îndemână un pachet uriaş de şerveţele. Sau mai multe. Le veţi folosi pe toate, pentru că e un film trist. Până şi părţile amuzante sunt triste, deci recomand mascara waterproof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get to the point. E vorba despre un cuplu, Gerry şi Holly, a căror dragoste supravieţuieşte şi după moartea lui Gerry, provocată de o tumoare pe creier. Pentru a preveni distrugerea morală a soţiei lui, Gerry îi lasă câteva scrisori lui Holly, prin care o ajută să treacă peste moartea lui, arătându-i că el a fost doar un capitol din viaţa ei.&lt;br /&gt;Filmul e dureros, şi aproape că nu îţi vine să crezi că există dragoste atât de puternică, dar e un &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;must see.&lt;/span&gt; Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dEa6ennA1lg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dEa6ennA1lg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730448958064315852-7207820866903509473?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7207820866903509473/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/03/ps-i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/7207820866903509473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/7207820866903509473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/03/ps-i-love-you.html' title='P.S. I Love You'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730448958064315852.post-5119073019941129406</id><published>2010-03-06T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T14:03:06.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suntem lângă ea</title><content type='html'>I don't care if there's a God or no. I just pray for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://www.adevarul.ro/locale/bucuresti/Bucuresti-_Adoloscenta_spulberata_pe_trecerea_de_pietoni_0_220178233.html"&gt;tot&lt;/a&gt; ce am de spus. Şi faptul că suntem distruşi, copleşiţi, dar lângă Oana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Supporting Oana.&lt;br /&gt;(Click to enlarge image)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S5KmY6vwLKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/iz_Lpti4cSY/s1600-h/oana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S5KmY6vwLKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/iz_Lpti4cSY/s400/oana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445597846460968098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit 2: She's better. Oana a iesit din coma, dar va avea nevoie de recuperare.&lt;br /&gt;Still prayin'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730448958064315852-5119073019941129406?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/5119073019941129406/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/03/suntem-langa-ea.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/5119073019941129406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/5119073019941129406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/03/suntem-langa-ea.html' title='Suntem lângă ea'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S5KmY6vwLKI/AAAAAAAAAGE/iz_Lpti4cSY/s72-c/oana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730448958064315852.post-6540042952114241175</id><published>2010-02-27T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T10:33:50.327-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Hiatt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Johnny Depp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeremiah S. Chechik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aidan Quinn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary Stuar Masterson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Benny and Joon'/><title type='text'>A romance on the brink of reality</title><content type='html'>Cast:&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Depp - Sam&lt;br /&gt;Mary Stuart Masterson - Joon Pearl&lt;br /&gt;Aidan Quinn - Benny Pearl&lt;br /&gt;Regizor: Jeremiah S. Chechik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_qbbIgG87vU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_qbbIgG87vU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Film relativ vechi, din 1993. Nu mulţi au auzit de el, din nefericire.&lt;br /&gt;'Another love story!', veţi spune. Da, dar nu obişnuitul love story, cu 2 liceeni care provin din lumi diferite (Mr/Miss Popularity and Nerd) şi care se îndrăgostesc. Nu-nu. Nici cu două persoane care s-au săturat până peste cap de viaţa lor banală, plictisitoare, dominată de carieră, şi care sfârşesc prin a se îndrăgosti. Nu, nici măcar aşa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De data asta vorbim despre Joon, o tânără bolnavă din punct de vedere psihic, care se îndrăgosteşte de Sam, un tip foarte drăgut şi amuzant, dar puţin ciudat, care o iubeşte la rândul lui. Dar, cum era de aşteptat, apar diverse obstacole, precum fratele fetei, Benny, şi dificultăţile mentale ale fetei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce mi-a placut? Pentru că Joon e foarte creativă (pictează), în ciuda problemelor sale, pentru că Sam face sandvişuri cu fierul de călcat, pentru faza cu măturatul tavanului, pentru că îmi place pălaria lui Sam şi pentru că ideea e foarte drăguţă. Poate nu sunt destul de convingătoare, dar aveţi încredere în mine: rupeţi două ore din timpul pe care îl aveţi şi uitaţi-vă la Benny &amp;amp; Joon. Nu va fi o pierdere de timp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A, şi încă ceva: John Hiatt - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have A Little Faith In Me&lt;/span&gt;. You'll love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img293.imageshack.us/img293/9742/bennyjoonle5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 478px; height: 253px;" src="http://img293.imageshack.us/img293/9742/bennyjoonle5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.myfreewallpapers.net/movies/wallpapers/benny-and-joon-by-lindsey.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730448958064315852-6540042952114241175?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6540042952114241175/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/02/romance-on-brink-of-reality.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/6540042952114241175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/6540042952114241175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/02/romance-on-brink-of-reality.html' title='A romance on the brink of reality'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730448958064315852.post-7357042397193367758</id><published>2010-02-27T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T09:57:20.476-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='300'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zack Snyder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Termopile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gerard Butler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xerxes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leonida'/><title type='text'>This is SPARTA!</title><content type='html'>300 - Eroii de la Termopile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast:&lt;br /&gt;Gerard Butler - Regele Leonida&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Tiernan - Ephialtes&lt;br /&gt;Rodrigo Santoro - Xerxes&lt;br /&gt;Lene Headey - Regina Gorgo&lt;br /&gt;David Wenham - Dilios&lt;br /&gt;Regizor: Zack Snyder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wDiUG52ZyHQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wDiUG52ZyHQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, deci unde'i Termopile şi ce'i cu ăştia 300?"Asta a trecut prin căpşorul meu când a început filmul.  Înţelegeam eu ceva, era pe acolo un tip bărbos care urla cât îl ţineau plămânii: 'This is SPARTA!', un rege mi se pare, unu' din Sparta, evident, dar Sparta de acu' vreo 2500 de ani. Şi nenea ăsta bărbos se duce la război cu vreo 300 de oameni şi se bate cu o armată enormă, şi, ca sa vezi, ţine figura. Mănâncă el bătaie, da' armata aia mare-mare mănâncă şi ea bătaie de îi sar capacele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum hai să vorbim serios. "Tipu' ăla bărbos" a fost un rege, Leonida, care, împreună cu doar 300 de oameni foarte bine pregătiţi a reuşit să oprească o vreme uriaşa armată a auto-intitulatului zeu Xerxes, în realitate doar un tip urât şi arogant, care vroia să cucerească lumea. Poate nu e prima dată când auziţi de Termopile, deci povestea vă este cunoscută.&lt;br /&gt;Bun, dacă ştiţi povestea, de ce să mai vedeţi filmul? Pentru că e foarte bine regizat. Luptele impresionante, mişcările rapide alternate cu slow-motion'urile, profunda voce a povestitorului Dilios, culorile, atmosfera, până şi umorul negru, prezent pe ici, pe colo, fac din filmul acesta unul foarte bun, care merită văzut, mai ales dacă te gândeşti la armurile sumare ale spartanilor şi la pectoralii lor bine lucraţi (se recomandă vizonarea filmului cu gura închisă :D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totuşi, unele secvenţe ar putea fi prea...intense. Oameni deformaţi, sânge peste tot, capete zburând (la propriu), membre secţionate... s-ar putea să nu fie pe gustul tuturor, deşi filmul este foarte bine realizat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.journerdism.com/images/300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 404px;" src="http://www.journerdism.com/images/300.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730448958064315852-7357042397193367758?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7357042397193367758/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/02/300-eroii-de-la-termopile.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/7357042397193367758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/7357042397193367758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/02/300-eroii-de-la-termopile.html' title='This is SPARTA!'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730448958064315852.post-1968322027168833765</id><published>2010-02-27T04:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T10:07:41.646-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recenzie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filme'/><title type='text'>Coming soon...</title><content type='html'>Sunt dependentă de filme, vechi şi noi, comedii sau istorice, cu Johnny Depp sau Anne Hathaway, nu contează, filme să fie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probabil aţi observat lunga coloană din stanga în care găsiţi filmele mele preferate şi linkuri spre trailere. În curând linkurile vor fi spre alte pagini de pe blogul meu, pagini care vor conţine trailerul, părerea mea despre filmul respectiv, şi de ce ar trebui să îl vedeţi. Va fi mult de muncă, şi va dura mult, aşa că, pentru a evita confuziile, lângă titlurile filmelor comentate va apărea un (R) de la review, sau de la recenzie, sau de la Raluca, sau de la raţă, sau de la ce vreţi voi. Simbolul e important :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730448958064315852-1968322027168833765?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/1968322027168833765/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/02/coming-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/1968322027168833765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/1968322027168833765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/02/coming-soon.html' title='Coming soon...'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730448958064315852.post-8503391772997921714</id><published>2010-02-25T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T01:07:48.847-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bebe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='botez'/><title type='text'>Ce gandeste un bebe la botez</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hopa.ro/poze/mare/bebe_6_1158007477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.hopa.ro/poze/mare/bebe_6_1158007477.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora 14.00. Multă lume în casă. Mama s-a coafat, tata are un soi de şervet verde legat de gât, cam ca babeţica mea, dar mai îngust. Arată caraghios, am râs de el. Bietul tata, crede că râd de fapt cu el. Oricum, suspect de multă agitaţie. Presimt că e în legătură cu mine. Ia să stau treaz. Nu, mamă, nu vreau să dorm şi nici să mănânc. Voi îmi pregătiţi ceva.&lt;br /&gt;Ora 15.00. Au mai venit şi alţii. Vorbesc tare, râd. Din când în când se apleacă şi mă gâdilă. Ăsta-i un obicei tâmpit – ce, ne cunoaştem? Pe voi vă gâdilă necunoscuţii în dormitor? Ia să plâng niţel, poate mă ia mama-n braţe şi scap. Deci trag aer în piept, deschid gura şi…&lt;br /&gt;Ora 15.45. Presupun c-am adormit. Adică trebuie să fi dormit, nu? că acuma m-au trezit. Ce mitocani… Bă, dormeam, da? Ce mă trambalaţi atâta? Na, că acum a apucat-o pe mama cheful să mă schimbe. Femeie, tu pe ce lume eşti? Lasă-mă-n pace să dorm! Ia să tragem aer în piept…&lt;br /&gt;Ora 16.15. Credeţi că am chef de plimbare? Adică, zău, vă imaginaţi că asta vrea omu’ sâmbătă după-amiază pe la patru, să se dea cu maşina? Şi acum ne şi întoarcem, că cică au uitat un certificat de naştere. Asta mi se pare o prostie – ce, aveţi nevoie de dovezi că m-am născut? nu urlu suficient de tare aici? Nu pricepeţi? Vreau aaa-caaa-săăăă, la mine-n paaaat!&lt;br /&gt;Ora 16.30. Oooo, ce de luminiţe-n camera asta! Şi ce tavan înalt! Miroase cam naşpa, n-ar strica o curăţenie generală, dar dacă n-au ferestre, nici n-ai ce să speri… Uite-i şi pe tipii ăştia, umblă-n rochii aurii cu mâneci negre, doi bărboşi… na că unul a pus mâna pe mine – ia gheara, bă naşpetule, ce-i cu manierele astea?&lt;br /&gt;Ora 16.40. Cântă – sau aşa cred ei. Mama e Carmina Burana pe lângă ăştia. Aloouu, mă blues brothers, mai încet că nu mă mai aud gândind! Mă ţine-n braţe o tanti, habar n-am cine e, ăia rag de mama focului, e cam multă lume în spate, e şi oală mare în stânga, o masă… Cred că ăştia vor să mă mănânce. Băi, trebuie să scap de-aici imediat. Mama! Maaaaa-maaaaa! Cât mai tare: MAAAA-MMMAAAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;Ora 16.50. Urlu în continuare. Pân-aici mi-a fost, nu mai scap. Mama e cu ei, clar, în loc să mă scape din beleaua asta îngrozitoare (în care tot ea m-a băgat, dacă e să mă gândesc), a vent să-mi dea suzeta. Suzeta? De-asta crezi tu, mamă, că am nevoie acum? Ia-mă de-aici, nu-i vezi p-ăştia ce-mi pregătesc? Ce trădătoare… Nu m-aş fi aşteptat la aşa ceva tocmai din partea ei.&lt;br /&gt;Ora 17.00. Tanti m-a pasat la nenea, dar tot în spatele bărboşilor stau. Ăia fac vrăjitorii peste cartea de bucate, lumea îi aprobă cu gesturi stranii. În oala aia e apă, m-am prins. Nu văd de-aici dacă e vreun morcov şi niscaiva păstârnac înăuntru, dar n-am nici o-ndoială. Cred că mă fac ciorbă. Am încurcat-o rău de tot. Cred c-am şi răguşit, dar nu mă las – cineva trebuie să mă salveze şi pe mine. Cineva, oricine, ajutor!&lt;br /&gt;Ora 17.05. Nenea face avioane cu mine. Ce truc vechi, suckere, nu mă păcăleşti.&lt;br /&gt;Ora 17.10. Nenea face avioane cu mitraliere şi cu bombe. Am tăcut, fazanul crede că datorită lui. Aiurea, nu m-am resemnat, doar îmi conserv puterile magice. Când or vrea să m-arunce-n oală, o să-mi iau zborul şi-o să le dau cu tifla din turlă. Roadeţi-vă unghiile, na, canibalilor.&lt;br /&gt;Ora 17.15. Gata, pân-aici mi-a fost. M-au luat pe sus, m-au pus pe masă, m-au dezbrăcat. Pentru o clipă am ajuns pe burtă, dar puterile magice n-au acţionat, n-am putut s-o şterg, deşi am încercat. Acum m-a luat bărbosul nr. 1 şi mă duce spre oală. Acum, ajutor acum! Bă, nu mă băga-năuntru, bă, stai aşa…&lt;br /&gt;Ora 17..15. WHOA! S-a răzgândit, uite-l că mă scoate. Stai să ţip.&lt;br /&gt;Ora 17.15. Nu, iar mă bagă-n oală. Mă, nebunule, termină!&lt;br /&gt;Ora 17.15. Iar m-a scos. Devine ridicol. Nici nu ştiu dacă vrea să mă înece pe bune, că mă ţine de nas şi gură. Poate vrea să mă sufoce? Mă deşteptule, tu respiri cumva pe alte găuri?&lt;br /&gt;Ora 17.15. Dacă mai face asta încă o dată, pe bune dacă nu fac şi eu ceva pe el. Măcar atât. Ia, că mă ţine deasupra oalei, să mă scurg. Ce înapoiaţi… de prosoape n-aţi auzit?&lt;br /&gt;Ora 17..20. Credeam c-am scăpat, că s-au îndurat. M-au luat de la oloi, m-au îmbrăcat la loc, dar m-au dat şi cu ulei şi tot lui nenea ăla m-au livrat şi ăla merge cu bărboşii într-o cameră secretă. Acolo o fi tigaia, poate nu mai vor ciorbă. Unde duceţi voi copiii mici, mă nenorociţilor? Ia să urlu un pic, poate atrag atenţia cuiva, deşi ăştia-s clar vorbiţi între ei.. Las’că scap eu şi vă dau pe mâna Poliţiei!&lt;br /&gt;Ora 17.25. Nu trebuia să urlu. Mi-au băgat pe gât droguri cu linguriţa. Se-nvârte tot, mă ţin de bărbie să-nghit. Am reuşit să scuip un pic, dar bărbosul s-a ferit, e clar că are experienţă, pezevenghiul. În schimb, fraierul care mă ţine strâns în braţe e începător. Acum are o amintire de la mine pe rever.&lt;br /&gt;Ora 17.30. Dhhroglgul ăla îşşşi mmfaşeee emfectul… mmmmhhhmmm… mi-e somn. Tu, trecătorule, dacă citeşti asta, să ştii că m-am luptat ca un bărbat şi-am fost învins mişeleşte. Adio şi să vă stau în gât.&lt;br /&gt;Ora 18.00. M-am trezit din nou. Sunt viu, întreg.. Nu ştiu cum am scăpat, dar încă un botez nu mai suport. Băi, deştepţilor, sper că nu vă mai vine vreo idee săptămâna viitoare.&lt;br /&gt;Femeie, ia scoate sutienul si fă-te-ncoa. N-am uitat că m-ai trădat acolo, dar acum am nevoie de tine. Mi-e foame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730448958064315852-8503391772997921714?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/8503391772997921714/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/02/ce-gandeste-un-bebe-la-botez.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/8503391772997921714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/8503391772997921714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/02/ce-gandeste-un-bebe-la-botez.html' title='Ce gandeste un bebe la botez'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730448958064315852.post-986387136601569602</id><published>2010-02-23T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T01:20:15.803-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='instructions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warnings'/><title type='text'>About IQ, part 3: Product warnings and instructions</title><content type='html'>Partea a treia: instructiuni pe etichete sau in manuale de utilizare. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Caution:  The contents of this bottle should not be fed to fish."  -- &lt;em&gt;On a bottle of shampoo for dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For external use only!" -- &lt;em&gt;On a curling iron.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; "Warning: This product can burn eyes." -- &lt;em&gt;On a curling iron.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; "Do not use in shower." -- &lt;em&gt;On a hair dryer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; "Do not use while sleeping." -- &lt;em&gt;On a hair dryer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not use during earthquakes." -- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On a shaving blade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not place this product into any electronic equipment."  -- &lt;em&gt;On the case of a chocolate CD in a gift basket.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; "Recycled flush water unsafe for drinking." -- &lt;em&gt;On a toilet at a  public sports facility in Ann Arbor, Michigan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not drive with sunshield in place." -- &lt;em&gt;On a cardboard sunshield  that keeps the sun off the dashboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"Do not eat toner." -- &lt;em&gt;On a toner cartridge for a laser  printer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May irritate eyes." -- &lt;em&gt;On a can of self-defense pepper spray.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; "Eating rocks may lead to broken teeth." -- &lt;em&gt;On a novelty rock garden  set called "Popcorn Rock."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Caution: Hot beverages are hot!" -- &lt;em&gt;On a coffee cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"Caution: Shoots rubber bands." -- &lt;em&gt;On a product called "Rubber Band  Shooter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"Do not use orally." -- &lt;em&gt;On a toilet bowl cleaning brush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"Not suitable for children aged 36 months or less." -- &lt;em&gt;On a birthday  card for a 1 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"Do not recharge, put in backwards, or use." -- &lt;em&gt;On a battery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"Do not look into laser with remaining eye." -- &lt;em&gt;On a laser  pointer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"Do not use for drying pets." -- &lt;em&gt;In the manual for a microwave  oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"Warning: Do not climb inside this bag and zip it up. Doing so  will cause injury and death." -- &lt;em&gt;A label inside a protective  bag (for fragile objects), which measures 15cm by 15cm by 12cm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"Warning: has been found to cause cancer in laboratory mice." -- &lt;em&gt;On  a box of rat poison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"Fragile.  Do not drop." -- &lt;em&gt;Posted on a Boeing 757.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"Do not iron clothes on body." -- &lt;em&gt;On packaging for a Rowenta  iron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; "For indoor or outdoor use only." -- &lt;em&gt;On a string of Christmas  lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"Wearing of this garment does not enable you to fly." -- &lt;em&gt;On a child  sized Superman costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"Product will be hot after heating." -- &lt;em&gt;On a supermarket dessert  box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"Do not dangle the mouse by its cable or throw the mouse at co-workers."  -- &lt;em&gt;From a manual for an SGI computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"Warning:  May contain nuts." -- &lt;em&gt;On a package of peanuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"Do not use orally after using rectally." -- &lt;em&gt;In the instructions  for an electric thermometer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Remove plastic before eating." -- &lt;em&gt;On the wrapper of a Fruit Roll-Up  snack.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cleans and refreshes without soap or water.  Contains: Water,  fragrance &amp;amp; soap."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some materials may irritate sensitive skin. Please look at the  materials if you believe this may be the case.&lt;br /&gt; Materials:&lt;br /&gt; Covering: 100% Unknown.&lt;br /&gt; Stuffing: 100% Unknown."&lt;br /&gt; -- &lt;em&gt;On a pillow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Remove wrapper, open mouth, insert muffin, eat." -- &lt;em&gt;Instructions on  the packaging for a muffin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Remove the plastic wrapper." -- &lt;em&gt;The first instruction on a bag of  microwave popcorn; to see the instructions, one first has to remove  the plastic wrapper and unfold the pouch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730448958064315852-986387136601569602?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/986387136601569602/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/02/about-iq-part-3-product-warnings-and.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/986387136601569602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/986387136601569602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/02/about-iq-part-3-product-warnings-and.html' title='About IQ, part 3: Product warnings and instructions'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730448958064315852.post-8042388172270512074</id><published>2010-02-23T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T12:18:48.274-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctori'/><title type='text'>About IQ, part 2: Doctors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mielu007.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/funny_841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 294px;" src="http://mielu007.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/funny_841.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceva mai scurt, ca nu cumva să obosiţi. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Patient has chest pain if she lies on her left side for  over a year."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The patient has been depressed ever since she began  seeing me in 1993."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Discharge status: Alive but without permission."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The patient refused an autopsy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The patient has no past history of suicides."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Patient's past medical history has been remarkably insignificant with  only a 40 pound weight gain in the past three days." (40 pounds = 18 kg)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Patient had waffles for breakfast and anorexia for lunch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Patient was alert and unresponsive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Patient has two teenage children but no other abnormalities."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Skin: Somewhat pale but present."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The patient was in his usual state of good health until his airplane  ran out of gas and crashed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When she fainted, her eyes rolled around the room."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The patient will need disposition, and therefore we will get Dr. Blank to  dispose of him."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730448958064315852-8042388172270512074?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/8042388172270512074/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/02/about-iq-part-2-doctors.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/8042388172270512074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/8042388172270512074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/02/about-iq-part-2-doctors.html' title='About IQ, part 2: Doctors'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730448958064315852.post-7351493799168319088</id><published>2010-02-22T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T11:15:42.623-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lawyer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='court'/><title type='text'>About IQ, part 1: Lawyers and witnesses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.unisa.edu.au/crma/images/criminal_justice_jurisprudence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 421px;" src="http://www.unisa.edu.au/crma/images/criminal_justice_jurisprudence.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sper că vă descurcaţi la engleză, sunt prea leneşă ca să le traduc. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Lawyer: “Was that the same nose you broke as a child?”&lt;br /&gt;* Witness: “I only have one, you know.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Lawyer: “Now, Mrs. Johnson, how was your first marriage terminated?”&lt;br /&gt;* Witness: “By death.”&lt;br /&gt;* Lawyer: “And by whose death was it terminated?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Lawyer: “How old is your son, the one living with you?”&lt;br /&gt;* Witness: “Thirty-eight or thirty-five, I can’t remember which.”&lt;br /&gt;* Lawyer: “How long has he lived with you?”&lt;br /&gt;* Witness: “Forty-five years.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Lawyer: “What was the first thing your husband said to you when he woke that morning?”&lt;br /&gt;* Witness: “He said, ‘Where am I, Cathy?’”&lt;br /&gt;* Lawyer: “And why did that upset you?”&lt;br /&gt;* Witness: “My name is Susan.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Lawyer: “Doctor, before you performed the autopsy, did you check for a pulse?”&lt;br /&gt;* Witness: “No.”&lt;br /&gt;* Lawyer: “Did you check for blood pressure?”&lt;br /&gt;* Witness: “No.”&lt;br /&gt;* Lawyer: “Did you check for breathing?”&lt;br /&gt;* Witness: “No.”&lt;br /&gt;* Lawyer: “So, then it is possible that the patient was alive when you began the autopsy?”&lt;br /&gt;* Witness: “No.”&lt;br /&gt;* Lawyer: “How can you be so sure, Doctor?”&lt;br /&gt;* Witness: “Because his brain was sitting on my desk in a jar.”&lt;br /&gt;* Lawyer: “But could the patient have still been alive nevertheless?”&lt;br /&gt;* Witness: “Yes, it is possible that he could have been alive and practicing law somewhere.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Lawyer: “How far apart were the vehicles at the time of the collision?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Lawyer: “Now sir, I’m sure you are an intelligent and honest man–”&lt;br /&gt;* Witness: “Thank you. If I weren’t under oath, I’d return the compliment.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Lawyer: “The youngest son, the 20 year old, how old is he?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Lawyer: “I show you Exhibit 3 and ask you if you recognize that picture.”&lt;br /&gt;* Witness: “That’s me.”&lt;br /&gt;* Lawyer: “Were you present when that picture was taken?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Lawyer: “Did you ever stay all night with this man in New York?”&lt;br /&gt;* Witness: “I refuse to answer that question.&lt;br /&gt;* Lawyer: “Did you ever stay all night with this man in Chicago?”&lt;br /&gt;* Witness: “I refuse to answer that question.&lt;br /&gt;* Lawyer: “Did you ever stay all night with this man in Miami?”&lt;br /&gt;* Witness: “No.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Lawyer: “Doctor, how many autopsies have you performed on dead people?”&lt;br /&gt;* Witness: “All my autopsies have been performed on dead people.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Lawyer: “Did he pick the dog up by the ears?”&lt;br /&gt;* Witness: “No.”&lt;br /&gt;* Lawyer: “What was he doing with the dog’s ears?”&lt;br /&gt;* Witness: “Picking them up in the air.”&lt;br /&gt;* Lawyer: “Where was the dog at this time?”&lt;br /&gt;* Witness: “Attached to the ears.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="itemstart"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Lawyer:&lt;/span&gt; "Could you see him from where you were standing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="itemstart"&gt;* Witness:&lt;/span&gt; "I could see his head."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="itemstart"&gt;* Lawyer:&lt;/span&gt; "And where was his head?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="itemstart"&gt;* Witness:&lt;/span&gt; "Just above his shoulders."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="itemstart"&gt;* Lawyer:&lt;/span&gt; "And what did he do then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="itemstart"&gt;* Witness:&lt;/span&gt; "He came home, and next morning he was dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="itemstart"&gt;* Lawyer:&lt;/span&gt; "So when he woke up the next morning he was dead?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="itemstart"&gt;* Lawyer:&lt;/span&gt; "Were you alone or by yourself?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730448958064315852-7351493799168319088?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7351493799168319088/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/02/lawyers-and-their-iq.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/7351493799168319088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/7351493799168319088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/02/lawyers-and-their-iq.html' title='About IQ, part 1: Lawyers and witnesses'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730448958064315852.post-1015586617397125607</id><published>2010-02-16T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T11:44:41.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hai sa invatam alfabetul.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://deadcatssociety.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/20071214122721_curiosity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 472px; height: 472px;" src="http://deadcatssociety.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/20071214122721_curiosity.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Available: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;- Age: 15 ani, 7 luni, 14 zile.&lt;br /&gt;- Animal: cioară albastră şi zgomotoasă a.k.a. papagal.&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;- Birthday/Birthplace: 2 iunie 1994, într-un spital, cred&lt;br /&gt;- Best Friends: are far away :D&lt;br /&gt;- Body Part on opposite sex: I have no f***ing idea.&lt;br /&gt;- Best feeling in the world: Mercy.&lt;br /&gt;- Best weather: Vara.&lt;br /&gt;- Been in Love: Nu sunt sigură.&lt;br /&gt;- Been on stage?: Serbările de la şcoală se pun?&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in yourself?: Păi, cred că exist, într-un mod original şi greu de remarcat.&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in life on other planets: Of course!! Duh!!!&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in miracles: depinde ce înţelegeţi prin 'miracole'.&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in Magic: Aş vrea. Jur că aş vrea.&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in God: Nu.&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in Satan: Nu.&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in Santa: Yeah. I usually send him letters, telling him I'll kick his ass if he won't bring me presents.&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in Ghosts/spirits: Cred că nu se termină totul când mori. Ce e după...nu ştiu.&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in Evolution: Dap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;- Car: I'm underage :P&lt;br /&gt;- Candy: Ciocolată (albă, cu cremă de iaurt şi fructe de pădure, sau cu zmeură)&lt;br /&gt;- Color: Albastru, verde, roşu, alb, negru&lt;br /&gt;- Cried in school: Shhh!! :-$&lt;br /&gt;- Chocolate/Vanilla: Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;- Chinese/Mexican: Romanian.&lt;br /&gt;- Cake or pie: Ice cream&lt;br /&gt;- Countries to visit: Franţa, Grecia (at least one more time), Anglia, Canada, California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;- Day or Night: Night. Sleep. Dreams. :D&lt;br /&gt;- Dream vehicle: space shuttle.&lt;br /&gt;- Danced: Da.&lt;br /&gt;- Danced in the rain?: Da.&lt;br /&gt;- Danced in the middle of the street?: Nu, dar am stat în fund în mijlocul străzii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;- Eggs: Omletă cu brânză şi şuncă.&lt;br /&gt;- Eyes: Căprui închis.&lt;br /&gt;- Everyone has: A heart, a smile, and dreams.&lt;br /&gt;- Ever failed a class? Nu. Încă. (Fizica e un punct de început pentru o grămadă de lucruri)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;br /&gt;- First crush: Not sharing.&lt;br /&gt;- First thoughts waking up: 5 more minutes...&lt;br /&gt;- Food: Îngheţată, ciocolată, pizza făcută de mama, McChicken, Bonibon, jeleuri&lt;br /&gt;- Fruits: mandarine, banane, mere&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;- Greatest Fear: Loneliness (and guess what, I'm living it every day)&lt;br /&gt;- Goals: Să devin o jurnalistă celebră, să îi iau interviu lui Johnny Depp şi lui Mika, să am o familie fericită, să îmi cunosc strănepoţii :D&lt;br /&gt;- Gum: Orbit cu aromă de pepene roşu.&lt;br /&gt;- Get along with your parents?: Da.&lt;br /&gt;- Good luck charms: cerceii cu fluturaşi luaţi din Braşov, potcoava de argint pe care o port la mână, medalionul cu fluture din Grecia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;br /&gt;- Hair Colour: şaten închis.&lt;br /&gt;- Height: 1,68.&lt;br /&gt;- Happy: Kinda.&lt;br /&gt;- Holidays: My birthday :D&lt;br /&gt;- How do you want to die: În somn.&lt;br /&gt;- Hate: păi... doar pe cea pe care vreau să o trimit pe o insula cu canibali &gt;:) Şi persoana care m-a făcut să vreau asta ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I (In guys/girls)&lt;br /&gt;- Eye colour: Don't care.&lt;br /&gt;- Hair Color: Don't care.&lt;br /&gt;- Height: Mai înalt decat mine.&lt;br /&gt;- Clothing Style: Don't care.&lt;br /&gt;- Ice Cream: fructe de padure, mere, lămâie :X&lt;br /&gt;- Instrument: No bloody idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;- Job: şcoală.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;br /&gt;- Kids: none :D&lt;br /&gt;- Kickboxing or karate: peace.&lt;br /&gt;- Keep a journal? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;- Last Dream: concert MJ. (RIP)&lt;br /&gt;- Longest Car Ride: 5 ore, înainte să se facă Autostrada Soarelui.&lt;br /&gt;- Love: Define love :D&lt;br /&gt;- Love at first sight: nu există. se numeşte atracţie fizică, eventual obsesie şi poate dura muult timp. (This is experience talking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;- Milk flavour: aa...prefer să aibă gust de... lapte.&lt;br /&gt;- Movie: vezi coloana din dreapta :D&lt;br /&gt;- Marriage: later is better.&lt;br /&gt;- Motion sickness?: sea sickness.&lt;br /&gt;- McD’s or KFC: McDonald's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;br /&gt;- Number of Siblings: 1&lt;br /&gt;- Number of Piercings: 0&lt;br /&gt;- Number: 4&lt;br /&gt;- Nickname: Ralu, Lulu, Uca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;- One wish: Happiness.&lt;br /&gt;- One phobia: metrou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;- Place you’d like to live: Neverland.&lt;br /&gt;- Pepsi/Coke: Schweppes Mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;Q&lt;br /&gt;- Questionnaires: This one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;- Reason to cry: Any.&lt;br /&gt;- Radio Station: None. All of them are bullsh*ts.&lt;br /&gt;- Roll your tongue in a circle?: I'll try :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;- Song: Găsiţi pe blog. Scurt :D&lt;br /&gt;- Shoe size: 36-38&lt;br /&gt;- Slept outside: not yet.&lt;br /&gt;- Seen a dead body?: Da.&lt;br /&gt;- Smoked?: Nu.&lt;br /&gt;- Shower daily?: Da.&lt;br /&gt;- Sing well?:No. I'm a f***ing bad singer.&lt;br /&gt;- In the shower?: Nici măcar.&lt;br /&gt;- Swear?: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;- Single/Group dates: Hard to tell :))&lt;br /&gt;- Strawberries/Blueberries: Raspberries.&lt;br /&gt;- Scientists need to invent: The remedy for narrow-minded people. A time machine. A proof God exists for agnostic atheists like me.&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;- Time for bed: Midnight.&lt;br /&gt;- Thunderstorms: I love them.&lt;br /&gt;- Touch your tongue to your nose?: Tocmai am încercat. Nu pot :D&lt;br /&gt;U&lt;br /&gt;- Understanding: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;- Vegetable you hate: Fasole verde, ardei gras, praz, mărar (asta e legumă? :D)&lt;br /&gt;- Vegetable you love: None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W&lt;br /&gt;- Weakness: I'm afraid of sharing my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;- When you grow up: I'll interview Johnny Depp and Mika.&lt;br /&gt;- Which one of your friends acts the most like you: None. I'm Unique :))&lt;br /&gt;- Who makes you laugh the most: The mirror.&lt;br /&gt;- Worst feeling: fear, hate, loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;- Wanted to be a model?: For my kids.&lt;br /&gt;- Where do we go when we die: la 2 metri sub pământ.&lt;br /&gt;- Worst weather: Zăpadă + ploaie + ger = gheaţă şi vânătăi. I hate winter.&lt;br /&gt;- Walk with a book on your head?: Never. Am avut alte metode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;br /&gt;- X-Rays: I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y&lt;br /&gt;-Year it is now: 2010.&lt;br /&gt;-Yellow: Ducks. Bananas. Smiley faces.&lt;br /&gt;Z&lt;br /&gt;- Zoo animal: All of them. Except chickens.&lt;br /&gt;- Zodiac sign: gemini :D Like Johnny Depp :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stolen from &lt;a href="http://geo-ristea.blogspot.com/"&gt;..::Geo::..&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730448958064315852-1015586617397125607?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/1015586617397125607/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/02/hai-sa-invatam-alfabetul.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/1015586617397125607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/1015586617397125607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/02/hai-sa-invatam-alfabetul.html' title='Hai sa invatam alfabetul.'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730448958064315852.post-2317068695259645864</id><published>2010-02-15T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T12:43:04.674-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biblie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agnosticism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dumnezeu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ateism'/><title type='text'>Agnosticism</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Din nou o să încep cu un avertisment. Dacă sunteţi adepţi înflăcăraţi ai vreunei religii, s-ar putea ca textul următor să vă deranjeze, irite, întristeze, sau să vă deruteze. Puteţi să vă spuneţi părerile sub formă de comentarii, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oricare&lt;/span&gt; ar fi acelea. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nu&lt;/span&gt; am nimic cu creştinii, nu vreau să jignesc pe nimeni, vreau doar să-mi expun punctul de vedere. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kb9khm.com/downloads/Pictures/Stuff/Atheism.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 297px;" src="http://www.kb9khm.com/downloads/Pictures/Stuff/Atheism.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce ziceţi de titlu? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Iar mă bag în chestii prea mari pentru mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;. La un moment dat s-ar putea să mă scufund în ele, dar până atunci o să ţip şi o să urlu şi o să vorbesc şi o să mă port ca o nebună. Şi ce?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ieri ţopăiam eu din blog în blog, şi peste ce dau? Relatarea unei oarecare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.tlp.ro/2009/02/ateii-persecutati-in-romania-anului.html"&gt;Messa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;, care susţinea sus şi tare că ateii sunt persecutaţi. Ciudat, eu nu am observat asta, dar cine stie? Aşa că hai să mai căutam. Şi mai găsim. Şi uite ceva amuzant: un oarecare domn Brânză (teoretic politician, îl mai cheamă şi William Nu-Ştiu-Cum; nu am auzit în viaţa mea de el, dar recunosc umilită că politica e pentru mine cum e chineza pentru diriga) consideră oamenii care nu cred în Dumnezeu periculoşi. Somat să-şi ceară scuze, rectifică: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ebTVJB0rhSs"&gt;se referea doar la atei&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;. Vaai, ne flatezi, domnule Brânză. Nu ştiam că gândeşti atât de departe. Ştiţi, chiar acum vroiam să ies puţin, am rămas fără cartuş la FN MAG-ul meu, şi nu o să mai am cu ce să mă joc mâine la metrou. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ce îi face pe atei periculoşi? Faptul că nu credem în Dumnezeu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;în niciun zeu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; de fapt, fie el Iisus, Allah, Iehova sau Zeus? Ce e rău în asta? Dacă nu credem în poveşti de adormit copii, potrivit cărora un şarpe (simbol malefic în mitologia nordică şi nu numai) oferă unui cuplu dezbrăcat un măr (ştiţi povestea cu &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mărul Discordiei?&lt;/span&gt; e din mitologia greacă&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; care le-a dat minte (interesantă poveste totuşi, de ce să nu recunoaştem), nu înseamnă că noi nu gândim, nu distingem binele de rău, nu avem suflete, sau nu simţim durerea. De fapt, de ce am avea nevoie de divinitate pentru a ne ţine departe de vicii şi &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;păcate&lt;/span&gt;? Dacă ne abţinem de la &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lucruri rele&lt;/span&gt;, o facem pentru că ştim că aşa e mai bine, nu pentru că ne e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;teamă de pedeapsa divină.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dacă stau să mă gândesc mai bine, credincioşii au făcut mult mai multe atrocităţi şi crime decât ateii. E adevărat, creştinii au fost persecutaţi timp de peste 300 sute de ani, dar cu timpul au câştigat teren, în 391 fiind singura religie oficială din Imperiul Roman. Şi dacă au prins puterea, au făcut pe dracu'n patru ca să o păstreze. La propriu. "Păgâni" măcelăriţi. "Vrăjitoare" arse pe rug (cred în vrăjitorie aşa cum cred în probabilitatea de a muri în următoarele două luni datorită gripei porcine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;). Evrei persecutaţi. Mă opresc la acuzaţiile aduse creştinismului, din necunoştinţă de cauză în ceea ce priveşte celelalte religii, fie ele monoteiste sau politeiste.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Nu am nevoie de religiile voastre. Veţi spune că sunt mică, proastă şi arogantă. Las'să fiu! Mai mult cred în extratereştri (acum serios, e mai arogant să credem că în Universul infinit şi în continuă expansiune în care trăim, suntem singurele fiinţe vii. Nu mă aştept la chestiuţe verzi cu ochi bulbucaţi şi antenuţe, dar trebuie să fie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;ceva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Şi ştiţi ceva? Einstein era ateu. Şi Sigmund Freud era ateu. Şi Karl Marx era ateu. Şi Isaac Asimov era ateu. Şi Napoleon Bonaparte. Şi Friederich Nietzsche. Şi Edison. Şi Oscar Wilde. Şi Mark Twain. Şi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Eminescu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;. Şi John Lennon. Björk. David Gilmour. Roger Waters. Mick Jagger. Woody Allen. Jodie Foster. Jack Nicholson. Katharine Hepburn. Keanu Reeves. Angelina Jolie. Bruce Lee. Toţi sunt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;atei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;. Genii, filozofi, scriitori, vedete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ei au avut &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;curajul de a nu crede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;. De ce aş crede într-un Dumnezeu care îmi cerşeşte zilnic rugăciuni? De ce aş crede într-un Dumnezeu care se contrazice singur?(Vă veţi întreba cum vine asta. Păi, simplu. Nu e Biblia cea care spune "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Ochi pentru ochi şi dinte pentru dinte"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;, dar apoi spune ca dacă primeşti o palmă, să întorci şi obrazul celălalt?) De ce aş crede într-un Dumnezeu care vrea ca "femeile să tacă în adunări, căci lor nu le este îngăduit să ia cuvîntul în ele, ci să fie supuse, cum zice şi Legea", un Dumnezeu care nu-i permite femeii "să înveţe pe alţii, nici să se ridice mai presus de bărbat, ci să stea în tăcere", un Dumnezeu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;discriminatoriu, care pune drepturile bărbaţilor mai presus de cele ale femeii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;? Acesta este Dumnezeul vostru, nu al meu.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentiune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;: nu am nimic cu creştinii, iudeii, musulmanii, ş.a.m.d. Fiecare crede ce vrea, sau în cine vrea. Tot respectul meu pentru puterea voastră de a crede, putere care se pare că nu mă caracterizează.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730448958064315852-2317068695259645864?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/2317068695259645864/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/02/agnosticism.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/2317068695259645864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/2317068695259645864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/02/agnosticism.html' title='Agnosticism'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730448958064315852.post-8205308107373001900</id><published>2010-02-06T11:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T12:44:11.393-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toleranta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rasism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homosexualitate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discriminare'/><title type='text'>Despre discriminare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs27/i/2008/113/d/0/Discrimination_by_ESV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 308px;" src="http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs27/i/2008/113/d/0/Discrimination_by_ESV.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Înainte de a citi această postare, trebuie să vă avertizez că are un conţinut mai violent decât celelalte postări ale mele. Este un strigăt de ajutor pentru cei care au obosit să strige, şi un strigăt spus cu cuvinte mici şi puţine nu va fi auzit. Aşadar îmi cer scuze dacă textul următor vă va deruta, întrista, irita, speria sau dezamăgi. Dar trebuie să fac asta, e o datorie faţă de mine, pentru că lumea mă sperie prin intoleranţa şi răutatea sa, la care nu vreau să iau parte. La sfârşit sunteţi liberi să ţipaţi, să mă înjuraţi, să mă acuzaţi sau să aruncaţi (în continuare) cu pietre. Eu am făcut-o până acum (având grijă să aleg pietricele mici, care să nu facă prea mult rău), dar acum.... citiţi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce despre discriminare? Pentru că e peste tot în jurul nostru, pentru că e reală şi actuală, de la misoginism la rasism şi homofobie. Dar să o luăm cu începutul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De curând am redescoperit o melodie care îmi plăcea foarte mult acum 2-3 ani, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EaEPCsQ4608"&gt;Grace Kelly&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;interpretată de Mika, de care poate aţi mai auzit (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Xvn_Ku55cI"&gt;Relax, Take It Easy&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iF_w7oaBHNo"&gt;Blame It On The Girls&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oFkSMHle8-M"&gt;Happy Ending&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b2tuEotxeVI&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Rain&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ijGLP7rATtk"&gt;Erase&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ObuGoB8gaeY"&gt;Pick Up Off The Floor&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;. Am mai căutat diverse filmuleţe cu melodiile lui, în încercarea de a descoperi melodii pe care nu le ştiam, melodii diferite şi foarte plăcute din punct de vedere auditiv. Însă în timp ce ascultam diverse melodii ale lui pe YouTube, am văzut comentarii gen "gay,gay,gay,gay,gay,gay,gay,this is the most homosexual thing on youtube!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;go and !?*%$£*&amp;amp;"@# aka fuck yourself you﻿ fat gay asshole!!!!" sau&lt;br /&gt;"gay mother fucker".&lt;br /&gt;Am fost şocată. Ok, tipul e bisexual, so what? Cât timp cântă bine de ce trebuie să ne pese ce face în dormitor? Şi, presupunând că nu ar cânta, de ce trebuie să ne pese? Oameni buni, deschideţi ochii! Aşa, deschideţi-i! larg! mai larg! Acum vedeţi? Ne-am schimbat. Am evoluat. Am învăţat să fim toleranţi şi să lăsăm doar inapţii cu un IQ sub 50 să arunce cu roşii şi ouă în participanţii la GayFest.. Poate nu e normal, nu e aşa cum era la început, dar e normal să dăm cu bombe unii în alţii? E normal să aruncăm cu grenade în licee? E normal să furăm? Sau să ucidem? De ce să lipim etichete în fruntea persoanelor cu altă orietare sexuală? Urmează să le considerăm bolnave din punct de vedere psihic, aşa cum se întâmpla acum 40 de ani, pe vremea comunismului.&lt;br /&gt;Dar vă dau alt argument. Ce ştiţi despre Roma antică? O cultură înfloritoare şi puternică, cultură care a dominat atât de mult timp Europa. Arhitectură impresionantă, religie politeistă asemănătoare cu cea greacă, legende superbe, putere culturală şi militară, un model pentru Europa, care a căzut la picioarele vastului Imperiu Roman. Ce conducător din lumea antica nu ar fi vrut să guverneze un imperiu precum cel roman? Şi o asemenea cultură nu se putea baza pe oameni inferiori din punct de vedere psihic. Era nevoie de oameni puternici, inteligenţi şi...toleranţi. De ce spun toleranţi? Pentru că în Roma antică relaţiile sexuale între persoane de acelaşi sex nu erau doar tolerate, ci aveau legitimitate şi erau considerate normale cu atât mai mult cu cât până şi monarhii aveau legături cu barbaţii (împăratul Nero a fost primul moharh căsătorit cu un sclav, iar faptul că Traian era pederast nu era un secret). Vreţi alte exemple? Vă mai dau: în Grecia elenistică, a cărei cultură a influenţat-o pe cea romană şi nu numai, legăturile pederaste (mai cunoscute sunt cele dintre filozofi şi discipolii lor; căutaţi despre Aristotel) erau la ordinea zilei, iar marile culturi ale Asiei secolului X percepeau homosexualitatea ca pe cea mai pură formă a dragostei.&lt;br /&gt;Marile culturi ale lumii, culturi vaste, influente şi înfloritoare, priveau cu îngăduinţă homosexualitatea.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Ce drept avem noi&lt;/span&gt;, bieţi epigoni, oameni cu o cultură apropiată de limita inferioară, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;să judecăm&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Menţiune:&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nu înţelegeţi greşit mesajul meu. Sunt cât se poate de heterosexuală. Doar că atitudinea oamenilor m-a şocat, aşa că aceasta este forma mea de protest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai vreţi? Mulţi o să spuneţi nu. Dar de ce nu? Totuşi să mai schimbăm putin. Să trecem la un alt subiect care poate fi studiat zilnic, pe stradă, în autobuz şi în magazine. Fiţi serioşi, nu aţi văzut pe nimeni uitându-se urât la persoana de lângă doar pentru că avea un ten de o culoare mai închisă, sau, hai să spunem lucrurilor pe nume, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;pentru că era de etnie rromă&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Să fim sinceri, am pus etichete. Din nou. Într-adevăr, şi mie mi s-a întâmplat să strâmb din nas când am auzit manelele din telefonul rromului de lângă mine (pledez vinovată: şi eu am discriminat, dar nu datorită gusturilor muzicale, ci datorită atitudinii şi comportamentului adepţilor acestui gen muzical) sau când am auzit discuţii pe un ton ridicat, ironic şi batjocoritor, discuţii total neadecvate purtate de rromi în autobuz, dar trebuie să ne purtam la fel cu toţi? Toţi vom judeca (în sinea noastra, că aşa e frumos) oamenii care se comportă într-un mod umilitor pentru ei, pentru cei din jur şi pentru cei (pe) care îi reprezintă, dar cum să îi judecăm pe cei care se poartă absolut normal, care sunt muncitori, curaţi, sinceri, oameni marginalizaţi de societatea crudă din ziua de azi, societate înfometată, gata să devoreze tot ceea ce e diferit? Oameni buni, aţi vrut să scăpaţi de comunism, dar aţi ramas cu sechele! Aţi cerut libertate dar de când v-au dat cheia lanţurilor voastre staţi cu ea în mâinile voastre obosite, şi nu vedeţi ce să faceţi cu ea! Din nou vă cer să deschideţi ochii, cât de larg puteţi, să alungaţi ceaţa din jurul frunţilor voastre şi să priviţi în jur! Într-adevăr, nu veţi vedea uniformitate, dar nu vreţi asta. Nu asta spuneaţi acum 20 de ani? Şi vă mai cer ceva, un mic exerciţiu pe care atât de mulţi v-au pus să-l faceţi: puneţi-vă în locul lor. Închideţi ochii, imaginaţi-vă că sunteţi un om normal, muncitor, onest, care-şi plăteşte la timp taxele şi rata la maşină; nu vă diferenţiaţi de restul decât prin culoarea pielii, dar asta e un mic detaliu neînsemnat...oare? Atunci de ce se uita lumea aşa? De ce se fereşte? De ce v-a fost al naibii de greu să faceţi rost de un loc de muncă? Copilul nu mai vrea să meargă la şcoală din cauză atitudinii celorlalţi, soţia nu a putut să-şi găseasca un loc de muncă rezonabil, unde să nu fie agresată, iar lumea e atât de...agresivă... Minunat, nu-i aşa? Acum deschideţi ochii, şi îndrăzniţi să aruncaţi cu pietre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Şi asta nu e tot. De ce să aruncăm cu pietre doar în rromi şi chinezi şi arabi? Doar nu se deosebesc doar prin culoarea pielii. Mai au şi religie, nu? Şi dacă urâm naţionalitatea, urâm şi religia şi adepţii ei. Hai să dăm cu pietre şi în iudei, şi în musulmani, şi în budişti, şi lista poate continua. Dar dacă ne-am luat de religie, de sex de ce să nu ne luăm? Haideţi, oameni buni, să agresăm femeile pe străzi, să urlăm la ele, să ne comportăm ca nişte subspecii, să ţipăm, să înjosim, să ignorăm, să urâm... Ne urâm pe noi înşine. Lărgiţi-vă orizonturile, oameni buni! Cine suntem noi să judecăm? Nu sunt o persoană religioasă, dar pentru cei care sunt, vă aduc aminte că se spune că Dumnezeu ne-a făcut egali, şi egali suntem în faţa Lui, acolo sus, ca şi în faţa legii, în şcoli, birouri, maşini, restaurante, magazine, aici jos. Suntem &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;egali&lt;/span&gt;. Fiţi înţelegători. Fiţi toleranţi. Fiţi buni. Fiţi &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oameni&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730448958064315852-8205308107373001900?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/8205308107373001900/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/02/discriminare.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/8205308107373001900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/8205308107373001900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/02/discriminare.html' title='Despre discriminare'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730448958064315852.post-3073093469382084088</id><published>2010-01-30T03:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T11:31:53.259-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Close your eyes'/><title type='text'>Close your eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/78/188192211_239665e9ab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/78/188192211_239665e9ab.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Can you put a price on your dreams?&lt;br /&gt;Can you just take it the way it seems&lt;br /&gt;To be? Is it that hard to close your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;To give some life to Him who dies&lt;br /&gt;To warm The One who freezes there&lt;br /&gt;Without no hope, no fire, no air,&lt;br /&gt;To brighten up the Dark Man's life?&lt;br /&gt;Do as I say, don't open your eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause if you do, you'll leave them all&lt;br /&gt;Alone in darkness and dispair,&lt;br /&gt;You'll let them bleed, you'll let them cry,&lt;br /&gt;You'll let them breathe till there's no air&lt;br /&gt;You'll let them die in a dark corner&lt;br /&gt;The darkest room inside your mind...&lt;br /&gt;In them it's you. You're them inside.&lt;br /&gt;Just close your eyes, don't steal their lifes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730448958064315852-3073093469382084088?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3073093469382084088/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/01/close-your-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/3073093469382084088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/3073093469382084088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/01/close-your-eyes.html' title='Close your eyes'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/78/188192211_239665e9ab_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730448958064315852.post-7828847377900473808</id><published>2010-01-20T02:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T13:28:57.069-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ninge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zapada'/><title type='text'>Ninge.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.vermont1828house.com/0beautiful_snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 615px; height: 460px;" src="http://www.vermont1828house.com/0beautiful_snow.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ploaie de diamant topit pe buze reci; praf de stele agăţat de gene lungi şi tremurătoare; sculptură în gheaţă cu foarfece lungi; pulbere de nori pulverizată peste smog; lacrimi îngheţate ale îngerilor cu mantii albastre; firimituri de hârtie îngheţată; spade de cleştar agăţate de streşini; frişcă rece  şi şifonată care înveleşte pământul; făină cernută peste lume; fărâme de porţelan lichefiat pe păr lung şi negru; cioburi minuscule şi inofensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730448958064315852-7828847377900473808?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/7828847377900473808/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/01/ninge.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/7828847377900473808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/7828847377900473808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/01/ninge.html' title='Ninge.'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730448958064315852.post-6455630668290383447</id><published>2010-01-19T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T11:28:14.875-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sava'/><title type='text'>Omagiu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://metropotam.ro/D-ale-Bucurestilor/2006/11/art2218190743-Locul-saptamanii-Colegiul-National-Sfantul-Sava/hai_hui_055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="http://metropotam.ro/D-ale-Bucurestilor/2006/11/art2218190743-Locul-saptamanii-Colegiul-National-Sfantul-Sava/hai_hui_055.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da, Gya, am promis că scriu despre vară, despre vară să fie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Să o luăm cu începutul. Şi începutul a fost...vacanţa. A fost despărţirea de şcoala generală (ocazie cu care aduc un...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;omagiu&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dragilor&lt;/span&gt;...mei foşti colegi...cărora le...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;duc dorul&lt;/span&gt;), de vechiul mod de viaţă, de o mare parte din vechiul anturaj, am lăsat în urma o parte din mine şi...nu mi-a părut rău.&lt;br /&gt;Şi în vacanţă...am aşteptat. Ce? Am aşteptat rezulatul. Cum ce rezultat? Rezultatul efortului depus într-a VIII-a, când m-am chinuit să învăţ mai mult ca niciodata (până atunci). Şi am reuşit: am intrat în Sava!!! Am sărit în sus când m-a sunat un coleg să-mi spună că a văzut listele şi am intrat. A doua zi m-am dus glonţ la şcoală să văd cu ochii mei, şi am mai sărit o dată în sus :D. Şi apoi du-te, aleargă după acte, înscrie-te, dar nu poţi, nu poţi să faci copie legalizată după certificatul de naştere plastifiat, aşa că fă-ţi alt certificat, plimbă-te prin tot oraşul, pune-l şi pe tatăl tău să se plimbe prin tot oraşul, şi apoi...înscrie-te. Emoţii? O grămadă.&lt;br /&gt;Şi apoi...teama. Cum vor fi profii? Cum vor fi colegii? O să ne înţelegem? Dacă nu ne înţelegem? Dacă o să fie mai rău ca în generală? Se poate? Dacă rămân la fizică? Dacă nu o să fac faţă? Dacă am colegi cu fiţe? Dacă nu o să pot să îmi fac prieteni?&lt;br /&gt;Întrebările au ţinut cam o săptămână. Şi apoi două luni de linişte (numai linişte nu a fost aia, dar...vorba vine). Două luni la ţară, linişte, calm, nepăsare, tâmpenii... De ajuns.&lt;br /&gt;Şi apoi, pe 14 Septembrie (mai era vară atunci?)...Home, Sweet Home. De ce pe 14? Uite-aşa.&lt;br /&gt;Şi apoi şcoală. Şi colegi mişto. Şi prieteni noi. Şi linişte (asta da linişte. oarecum). Şi răsuflări uşurate. Şi zâmbete prietenoase. Şi schimbare de gândire. Şi altă muzică. Şi altă eu.&lt;br /&gt;Şi apoi toamnă.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[This is for Gya]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730448958064315852-6455630668290383447?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6455630668290383447/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/01/omagiu.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/6455630668290383447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/6455630668290383447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/01/omagiu.html' title='Omagiu?'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730448958064315852.post-2512094054056267734</id><published>2010-01-13T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T14:29:18.143-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copilarie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jocuri'/><title type='text'>Să întoarcem timpul!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dsam-mi.org/images/stories/childabuse/child%20abuse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://dsam-mi.org/images/stories/childabuse/child%20abuse.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am promis că o să scriu în seara asta, dar... nu am inspiraţie. Mă bântuie gândul că mai am o grămadă de scris la fizică până poimâine, şi nu am nici un chef. E o săptămână îngrozitoare :-&lt;&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anii trecuţi era mai uşor. Nu eram atât de preocupată de şcoală...totul venea de la sine. Îmi lipsesc anii trecuţi. Îmi lipsesc şi vacanţele, mai ales cele de vară. Aş vrea să pot retrăi o vacanţă de vară...Nu ultima. Nu, am pierdut prea multe în ultima vacanţă, valori aruncate...unde? Nu ştiu. Şi pentru ce?&lt;br /&gt;Aş vrea să pot retrăi o vacanţă de acum câţiva ani...Mergeam la ţară şi în fiecare după-amiază ne strângeam toţi într-un grup mare şi...ne jucam. Ce? Păăi...cel mai mult ne plăcea "De-a v-aţi ascunselea", mai ales seara, când umbrele şi copiii mici care nu ştiau să se joace nu ne mai dădeau de gol. Îmi plăcea să mă ascund în umbra unui gard mai ferit, dar nu mergea decât seara: nu mă vedea nimeni; sau după primul colţ, şi, cu puţin noroc, nu eram observată decât după ce o luam la fugă.&lt;br /&gt;Ne mai jucam şi "Ţară, ţară, vrem ostaşi". Mă alegeau mereu pe mine, pentru că nu puteam să "rup rândurile", dar nu trecea nimeni de mine. &gt;:)  Aşa că mă plimbam dintr-o echipă în alta :D&lt;br /&gt;Când ne plictiseam sau oboseam jucam "Fazan". Şi aici eram bună (bineînţeles că trebuie să mă laud), dar mai şi pierdeam, recunosc. Şi mai erau o grămadă..."Flori, fete şi băieţi", "Adevăr sau provocare" (acum nu prea mai are farmec, toate întrebările degenerează, şi revenim la valori aruncate), "Leapşa", "Raţele şi vânătorii" (ultimul nu îmi plăcea atât de mult, nu am fost niciodată bună la coordonarea ochi-membre; nu eram bună nici de raţă, nici de vânător :D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum dacă spun că mai vreau să mă joc "De-a v-aţi ascunselea" se uită toată lumea ciudat la mine, şi aşa revin la cea mai arzătoare dorinţă a mea, aceea de a manipula timpul. La urma urmei am reuşit să atingem stelele. De ce nu am putea să întoarcem timpul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[This is for Gya]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730448958064315852-2512094054056267734?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/2512094054056267734/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/01/sa-intoarcem-timpul.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/2512094054056267734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/2512094054056267734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/01/sa-intoarcem-timpul.html' title='Să întoarcem timpul!'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730448958064315852.post-6041639838015758216</id><published>2010-01-07T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T10:06:18.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miercuri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/68/Maple_leaf_structure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 529px; height: 340px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/68/Maple_leaf_structure.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Am 15 minute pentru a-mi pune câteva gânduri pe hârtie. Nici nu ştiu de ce fac asta. Pur şi simplu m-am aşezat pe o bancă, am deschis caietul de desen la jumătate şi am început să scriu. Oricum probabil mâine voi rupe foaia, o voi mototoli şi o voi arunca. Dar acum simt nevoia să scriu. Am senzaţia că dacă îmi pun gândurile pe hârtie cineva le va citi şi le va înţelege. Sau nu le va înţelege, aşa că va mai citi o dată şi va încerca să înţeleagă ce am simţit când am scris asta. Poate că nici nu va reuşi. Nici eu nu reuşesc să înţeleg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dacă stau să mă gândesc mai bine, nu simt nimic. O sumedenie de senzaţii, sunete suprapuse...şi atât. Da, aud şoapte ale celor care trec prin parc, aud foşnetul vântului, aud maşini şi claxoane (de care nu pot să scap nici în mijlocul Cişmigiului), aud copii care strigă, iar, mai nou, aud şi lătratul unui câine. Ba nu, s-a oprit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trebuit să trec de câteva ori pe lângă câteva frunze pe care aş fi vrut să le iau de jos până să am curajul să fac asta. Ce prostie! Mi-era teamă să nu se uite cineva ciudat la mine. Ciudat. Mi-e teamă de monotonie şi banalitate, şi totuşi nu pot să mă desprind de ele. Unii ies în evidenţă prin felul lor de a vedea lucrurile (câinele acela iar a început să latre; de fapt, acum sunt mai mulţi; abia acum am realizat că m-am aşezat foarte aproape de parculeţul pentru câini. Irina probabil ar râde de mine, sau ar spune ceva ironic, lucru care m-ar enerva îngrozitor), alţii ies în evidenţă prin comportament, prin felul în care arată...Eu sunt monotonă, plictisitoare...invizibilă.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tocmai mi-am adus aminte ca profa de mate seamană cu o stafidă, şi cred că am un zâmbet prostesc pe faţă, pentru că o batrânică s-a uitat ciudat la mine. Hey granny, I'm not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; weird!&lt;br /&gt;Acum ar fi trebuit să fiu la ora de fizică. Nici nu ştiu de ce am plecat. Mama ar fi destul de dezamagită. Am inventat un motiv prostesc (nu am chef de fizică) şi am plecat. Cred că Brigitte s-a supărat puţin din cauza asta. Sper că dacă îi dau frunza pe care am luat-o de pe jos o să îi treacă. Adică... până la urmă nu sunt o trădătoare ipocrită care cine ştie ce a făcut, deci cred că o să îi treacă. Ba da. Sunt o trădătoare ipocrită, dar dacă mă gândesc acum la asta, o să-mi stric toată ziua. Nu are rost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mda, ar trebui să plec spre şcoală, şi ăsta e ultimul lucru pe care aş vrea să-l fac. Nu ştiu de ce, dar mă simt ceva mai bine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text scris anul trecut, când o plimbare de o oră prin Cişmigiu nu era dureros de friguroasă.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730448958064315852-6041639838015758216?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6041639838015758216/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/01/miercuri.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/6041639838015758216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/6041639838015758216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2010/01/miercuri.html' title='Miercuri'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730448958064315852.post-3464024023002444845</id><published>2009-12-30T03:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T12:14:12.803-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='planuri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><title type='text'>Planuri pentru noul an</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/SztC_aTsmaI/AAAAAAAAADs/8C9gLZubY_Y/s1600-h/14078172990280c4f4f0150hj3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/SztC_aTsmaI/AAAAAAAAADs/8C9gLZubY_Y/s320/14078172990280c4f4f0150hj3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421000233631652258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;Am fost plecată pentru câteva zile din Bucureşti şi am avut timp şi ocazii să mă gândesc la ce vreau de la noul an. Am încercat să-mi fac o idee referitor la ce vreau de la mine pentru anul viitor, şi la sfârşitul anului următor o să vad ce am reuşit să fac şi ce nu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deci....ce vreau eu de la 2010?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Să-mi stăpânesc mai bine emoţiile (Acesta e principalul obiectiv -să scap de tremuratul vocii sau si de tacerile prelungite)&lt;br /&gt;2. Să merg mai mult pe jos&lt;br /&gt;3. Să îmi păstrez prietenii&lt;br /&gt;4. Să îmi fac şi mai mulţi prieteni&lt;br /&gt;5. Să nu mai dezamăgesc pe nimeni&lt;br /&gt;6. Să dorm mai puţin&lt;br /&gt;7. Să citesc mai mult&lt;br /&gt;8. Să visez la fel de mult&lt;br /&gt;9. Să râd mai mult&lt;br /&gt;10. Să trec peste momentele dificile cu zâmbetul pe buze&lt;br /&gt;11. Să învăţ să fac clătite&lt;br /&gt;12. Să cred în Moş Crăciun&lt;br /&gt;13. Să fac mai multe fotografii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cred că 13 sunt de ajuns pentru moment. Dacă îmi mai vine ceva în minte, completez :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730448958064315852-3464024023002444845?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3464024023002444845/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2009/12/planuri-pentru-noul.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/3464024023002444845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/3464024023002444845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2009/12/planuri-pentru-noul.html' title='Planuri pentru noul an'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/SztC_aTsmaI/AAAAAAAAADs/8C9gLZubY_Y/s72-c/14078172990280c4f4f0150hj3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730448958064315852.post-3312760092802859547</id><published>2009-12-25T13:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T13:56:11.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pencil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/SzU0UEaehbI/AAAAAAAAADc/G9FbDMwGfS4/s1600-h/Imagine+0356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/SzU0UEaehbI/AAAAAAAAADc/G9FbDMwGfS4/s320/Imagine+0356.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419295245997082034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am mazgalit asta fara sa ma gandesc la ceva anume, dati-va cu parerea :D Orice comentariu, parere, impresie, critica etc. conteaza :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/SzU0a11mt1I/AAAAAAAAADk/0eSFS0X8V0w/s1600-h/Imagine+0357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/SzU0a11mt1I/AAAAAAAAADk/0eSFS0X8V0w/s320/Imagine+0357.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419295362343417682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi cer scuze pt calitatea inferiora, nu dispun de alte mijloace de a-mi posta mazgalelile pe blog :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730448958064315852-3312760092802859547?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3312760092802859547/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2009/12/pencil.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/3312760092802859547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/3312760092802859547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2009/12/pencil.html' title='Pencil'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/SzU0UEaehbI/AAAAAAAAADc/G9FbDMwGfS4/s72-c/Imagine+0356.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730448958064315852.post-3825848003905474409</id><published>2009-12-25T13:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T11:52:22.502-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Beatles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Across the Universe'/><title type='text'>All You Need Is Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/SzUx7oTvW8I/AAAAAAAAADU/XrBISxZbHUE/s1600-h/strawberry-field-sweet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/SzUx7oTvW8I/AAAAAAAAADU/XrBISxZbHUE/s320/strawberry-field-sweet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419292627112516546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cast:&lt;br /&gt;Evan Rachel Wood - Lucy&lt;br /&gt;Jim Sturgess - Jude&lt;br /&gt;Joe Anderson - Max Carrigan&lt;br /&gt;Dana Fuchs - Sadie&lt;br /&gt;Martin Luther - JoJo&lt;br /&gt;Director: Julie Taymor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am revăzut recent un film nu foarte cunoscut: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Across the Universe.&lt;/span&gt; Pe scurt: este un musical în care sunt introduse multe melodii ale trupei The Beatles, cântate de actori nu foarte cunoscuţi, printre care se numără şi Evan Rachel Wood, Jim Sturgess, Dana Fuchs şi lista poate continua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unii spun că este o ofensă la adresa trupei The Beatles şi a fanilor săi, că nu are fir narativ, că actorii au cântat îngrozitor, masacrând nişte melodii geniale şi călcând în picioare nişte capodopere.&lt;br /&gt;Alţii (printre care mă număr şi eu) au apreciat filmul, modul în care scenariul se potriveşte cu melodiile, faptul că toate personajele au nume inspirate din melodiile celor de la the Beatles ( Jude, Lucy, Sadie, Prudence etc.), însăşi ideea filmului, care nu este altceva decât un omagiu adus renumitei formaţii.&lt;br /&gt;Mi s-a părut interesant şi faptul că, deşi au înregistrat înainte melodiile, actorii au cântat, acolo unde a fost posibil, chiar în timpul filmărilor; trebuie să recunoaştem că asta cere o mai mare putere de concentrare şi mult mai multă muncă.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe scurt: love story, ceva razboi, multă muzică bună, melodii vechi cu sound nou...merită văzut şi dacă nu sunteţi fan The Beatles. Eu nu eram când l-am văzut prima data. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/43aLbo-Y_W0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/43aLbo-Y_W0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730448958064315852-3825848003905474409?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3825848003905474409/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2009/12/across-universe.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/3825848003905474409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/3825848003905474409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2009/12/across-universe.html' title='All You Need Is Love'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/SzUx7oTvW8I/AAAAAAAAADU/XrBISxZbHUE/s72-c/strawberry-field-sweet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730448958064315852.post-8286076801996435403</id><published>2009-12-21T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T12:45:02.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are great!</title><content type='html'>Trebuie sa vedeti. Complimentele pot schimba lumea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cbk980jV7Ao&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cbk980jV7Ao&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730448958064315852-8286076801996435403?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/8286076801996435403/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-are-great.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/8286076801996435403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/8286076801996435403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-are-great.html' title='You are great!'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730448958064315852.post-4841277499896521011</id><published>2009-12-21T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T12:38:49.702-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='renuntare'/><title type='text'>De ce renuntam?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/Sy_Y1MInPNI/AAAAAAAAADM/fBJgYenEB3w/s1600-h/ghostglass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/Sy_Y1MInPNI/AAAAAAAAADM/fBJgYenEB3w/s320/ghostglass.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417787285052013778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;În ultima postare am spus că nu poţi lupta singur şi că atunci când nu mai e nimeni lânga tine renunţi. Întrebarea e urmatoarea: de ce renunţăm?&lt;br /&gt;Oare cei din jur sunt cei care ne dau puterea de a lupta? Asta ar însemna că suntem dependenţi de cei din jurul nostru. Dar totuşi există nenumărate cazuri de oameni singuri care au luptat în continuare. Să se fi hrănit cu amintiri sau au fost pur şi simplu oameni independenţi?&lt;br /&gt;Sau poate că, de fapt, nu luptăm [de menţionat că folosesc verbul "a lupta" în sensul de "a trăi"] pentru noi, ci pentru cei din jur, şi când suntem singuri nu mai avem pentru cine lupta. Dar asta ar implica o imensă cantitate de altruism, bunătate şi pasiune...iar oamenii sunt dominaţi de egoism.&lt;br /&gt;Renunţarea face parte din viaţă sau reprezintă însăşi sfârşitul ei? Este renunţarea o opţiune? Putem, în orice moment, să ne oprim din alergat, să spunem că nu mai putem şi să ne aşezăm, cuminţi, pe margine? Şi din nou: de ce renunţăm?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730448958064315852-4841277499896521011?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/4841277499896521011/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2009/12/meanless.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/4841277499896521011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/4841277499896521011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2009/12/meanless.html' title='De ce renuntam?'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/Sy_Y1MInPNI/AAAAAAAAADM/fBJgYenEB3w/s72-c/ghostglass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730448958064315852.post-2103587944619001931</id><published>2009-12-16T13:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T13:46:41.067-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silvana de Mari'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimul elf'/><title type='text'>Despre ură</title><content type='html'>"Problema era: magia se îneacă în ură. Nu, așteaptă, gândul se îneacă în ură. Voința de a mai trăi, aceea de a mai lupta...când toți ți se pun în cale, este mai ușor să renunți, să te lași să luneci...nu, nu este calea cea mai ușoară, este singura care poate fi parcursă...(...)Iată, da, când toți ți se pun în cale, este suficient să existe o singură persoană care să se lupte pentru tine, ca tu să-ți recuperezi forța, capacitatea de a lupta..."&lt;br /&gt;                              Silvana de Mari&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730448958064315852-2103587944619001931?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/2103587944619001931/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/2103587944619001931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/2103587944619001931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='Despre ură'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730448958064315852.post-6498142922113318172</id><published>2009-12-15T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T02:35:46.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oscilatii</title><content type='html'>Astăzi mi-am descoperit capacitatea de a trece rapid de la o stare la alta: de la râs isteric la o accentuată stare de nervozitate [cauzată de un taximetrist cretin care aproape că m-a jefuit, şi pe deasupra nu m-a dus unde trebuia, păcat că am observat prea târziu] şi la depresie acută [nu e plăcut să plonjezi în zăpadă la Universitate. Cei care mă cunoaşteţi, prefăceţi-vă că nu aţi citit asta]. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca încheiere pentru această scurtă postare care nu cuprinde absolut nimic mai...profund, spun doar că oscilaţiile mele m-au făcut să cred că sunt puţin...anormală. Dar până la urmă cine poate defini normalitatea?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730448958064315852-6498142922113318172?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6498142922113318172/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2009/12/oscilatii.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/6498142922113318172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/6498142922113318172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2009/12/oscilatii.html' title='Oscilatii'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730448958064315852.post-3423125885772262514</id><published>2009-12-08T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T13:03:31.896-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jucarii'/><title type='text'>Jucarii</title><content type='html'>De ce jucarii? pentru ca jucariile nu le uitam. Desi le lasam deoparte, le aruncam sau le dam altora, nu le uitam, le pastram in suflet si ne amintim de ele. Avem nevoie doar de un mic imbold [multumiri lui Tudor Chirila pentru asta].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Papusa mamei mele, cu par blond si ondulat si ochi albastri, pe care am vrut sa o fac sa semene cu mine: i-am facut breton [unul incredibil de stramb, dar se explica: aveam vreo 6 ani] si i-am colorat ochii cu un marker negru, care bineinteles ce s-a luat la prima interventie a mamei. Cu parul nu a mai avut ce sa faca.&lt;br /&gt;Ii faceam si haine. Ii luam masuri [avea vreo 50 de cm], cautam petice colorate si o puneam pe mama sa le coasa. Trebuia sa ma rog de ea o saptamana ca sa isi faca timp pentru hainutele papusii mele. ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si am mai avut un urs de plus cu care dormeam, dar nu pentru ca mi-era urat sa dorm singura. Nu. Pentru ca am crezut ca lui ii e urat sa doarma singur. Pana la urma s-a descusut si a iesit plusul din el... plus un ochi scos. Pacat. Acum habar nu am pe unde e :-&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A, si iepurasul de plus caruia i-am tuns barba. Mi se parea ca era prea mare [desi era foarte frumos, si era pufos :X]&lt;br /&gt;Imi e dor de jucariile mele."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730448958064315852-3423125885772262514?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/3423125885772262514/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2009/12/jucarii.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/3423125885772262514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/3423125885772262514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2009/12/jucarii.html' title='Jucarii'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730448958064315852.post-2196974109361104186</id><published>2009-12-07T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T00:43:30.889-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coldplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='narcisista'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fluture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason Mraz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James Morrison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mandarine'/><title type='text'>Narcisism. This is all about me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/Sx12RWOnjvI/AAAAAAAAADA/eDfzS4D1nUo/s1600-h/20080526134502_img_3205_mac2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/Sx12RWOnjvI/AAAAAAAAADA/eDfzS4D1nUo/s320/20080526134502_img_3205_mac2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412612367565950706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt Raluca. Sunt copil. Sunt naivă. Sunt aiurită și fraieră. Sunt slabă și devorez mandarine. Mă droghez cu ciocolată. Sunt influenţabilă şi influenţez. Sunt tampită şi inţeleg doar ce vreau. Sunt inteligentă şi sunt inconştientă. Sunt Ralu. Sunt  îndragostită de natură. Sunt fană Jason Mraz şi James Morrison şi îmi plac mult Vama și  Coldplay. Sunt veselă. Sunt melancolică. Sunt tăcută. Vorbesc mult şi prost. Spun lucruri cretine şi uimesc prin profunzime. Sunt poetă şi scriitoare. Sunt Lulu. Visez să rămân copil. Mi-ar plăcea să mă joc cu timpul. Sunt narcisistă. Spun că sunt feministă. Sunt de modă veche. Iubesc operele lui Shakespeare. Sunt fluture negru şi portocaliu şi sunt floare roşie şi ţepoasă. Sunt un cactus sau poate un mac. Îmi plac Cireşarii şi cireşele. Sunt ciufulită şi nu-mi pasă. Sunt un şoarece de bibliotecă şi o scârrrboasă si imi plac orele cu Sandoiu. Şi mai sunt și o rea. Sunt rea cu toţi în afară de ceilalţi. Sunt aşa cum vreau sa fiu. Sunt asa cum ar vrea ceilalţi să fiu. Sunt ceea ce vreţi voi să fiu. Sunt aşa pentru că aşa sunt. Şi pentru că nu o să mă schimb. Sunt Raluca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730448958064315852-2196974109361104186?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/2196974109361104186/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2009/12/narcisism-this-is-all-about-me.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/2196974109361104186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/2196974109361104186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2009/12/narcisism-this-is-all-about-me.html' title='Narcisism. This is all about me.'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/Sx12RWOnjvI/AAAAAAAAADA/eDfzS4D1nUo/s72-c/20080526134502_img_3205_mac2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730448958064315852.post-1505859419431149677</id><published>2009-11-30T12:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T12:42:44.572-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erreway'/><title type='text'>Memories are coming back with every old song</title><content type='html'>Am dat, din intamplare, de o melodie foarte veche a formatie Erreway [acum dezbinata], melodia &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FoleYM723BQ"&gt;Sera de Dios&lt;/a&gt;. Mi-am adus aminte cat imi placeau acum cativa ani, cat de revoltata am fost cand au aparut RBD, o copie diforma, oribila si stupida a lor, mi-am amintit cat imi placea serialul ala, cum amanam temele ca sa ma uit in liniste... :-&lt; Miss them.&lt;br /&gt;[Ascultati Sera de Dios, sau Dije Adios, sau Tiempo, sau Amor de Engano... Pe mine m-au dus undeva departe, in timp, cand nu aveam nici o grija... As vrea sa vad inca o data seria. :X]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730448958064315852-1505859419431149677?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/1505859419431149677/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2009/11/memories-are-coming-back-with-every-old.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/1505859419431149677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/1505859419431149677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2009/11/memories-are-coming-back-with-every-old.html' title='Memories are coming back with every old song'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730448958064315852.post-2246108424878484557</id><published>2009-11-25T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T15:39:57.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eagle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/Sw2if3K8OnI/AAAAAAAAACw/1S-vZ_vGiiU/s1600/Imagine+0349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/Sw2if3K8OnI/AAAAAAAAACw/1S-vZ_vGiiU/s320/Imagine+0349.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408157395811318386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desenat de mine. Opinii? Sugestii? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730448958064315852-2246108424878484557?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/2246108424878484557/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2009/11/eagle.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/2246108424878484557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/2246108424878484557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2009/11/eagle.html' title='Eagle'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/Sw2if3K8OnI/AAAAAAAAACw/1S-vZ_vGiiU/s72-c/Imagine+0349.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730448958064315852.post-2565970542289918934</id><published>2009-11-21T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T06:18:47.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trebuie sa impart asta cu voi</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5AVd5RVukcs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5AVd5RVukcs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie sa va placa. Eu m-am îndrăgostit de melodia asta. Știu ca e trista, bla-bla-bla, dar... mie tot îmi place :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730448958064315852-2565970542289918934?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/2565970542289918934/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2009/11/trebuie-sa-impart-asta-cu-voi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/2565970542289918934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/2565970542289918934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2009/11/trebuie-sa-impart-asta-cu-voi.html' title='Trebuie sa impart asta cu voi'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730448958064315852.post-5814920688632446755</id><published>2009-11-19T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T10:18:15.189-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schimbare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adolescenta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crize'/><title type='text'>I'm not broken.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://api.ning.com/files/3KqM-Gbf*9SnI7H8mG-*TEFQCnSvLuqVF5d7vtMqfsmNqOeYEuU919VhEDpGZf5gZvRDsXR-ro-HDJ5W1sPKFefv5H*d8ztm/i_can_always_make_you_smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 422px; height: 393px;" src="http://api.ning.com/files/3KqM-Gbf*9SnI7H8mG-*TEFQCnSvLuqVF5d7vtMqfsmNqOeYEuU919VhEDpGZf5gZvRDsXR-ro-HDJ5W1sPKFefv5H*d8ztm/i_can_always_make_you_smile.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am început să realizez că, de fapt, crizele mele de adolescentă depresivă sunt... trecătoare și neimportante. Am tendința de a acorda prea multa atenție lucrurilor mărunte și neimportante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cineva mi-a sugerat ca atunci când mă simt...tristă să mă gândesc la copiii din țările subdezvoltate din Africa, la copiii subnutriți al căror abdomen de umflă ca o minge de baschet datorită bolilor. Ca și când asta m-ar face să mă simt mai bine. Pentru că nu mă face. Da, realizez mai bine că sunt un om norocos, că am tot ce-și poate dori un copil de 15 ani, dar...atât. Probabil dacă într-adevăr aș vedea asta aș înțelege mai bine, dar acum nu-mi bat capul cu asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aveam obiceiul de a asculta tot felul de melodii triste, care ma adânceau în depresia mea și în dorința de a mă deconecta. Încă îmi plac melodiile alea, dar...sunt doar niște melodii. Nu mă mai regăsesc în versuri, nu mai sunt decât niște melodii. Atât.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu știu de unde a venit schimbarea, nu știu dacă este permanentă sau e doar un moment de euforie pe care îl transform în nepăsare, nu știu dacă mâine o să șterg postarea asta de pe blog. Acum știu doar un lucru: I'm not broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730448958064315852-5814920688632446755?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/5814920688632446755/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-not-broken.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/5814920688632446755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/5814920688632446755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-not-broken.html' title='I&apos;m not broken.'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730448958064315852.post-4653785434627323226</id><published>2009-11-17T12:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T12:54:54.838-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schimbare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adolescenta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='savist'/><title type='text'>Let me dream</title><content type='html'>Am realizat că sunt în continuă schimbare. Aproape că nu mă mai recunosc. Nu vreau să spun cum eram înainte, nu pentru că ar fi cine știe ce secret, ci pentru că abia îmi mai amintesc. Și totuși nu a trecut mult timp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;savistă.&lt;/span&gt; Sunt aiurită și împiedicată, iar lumea se ciocnește de mine pe stradă [sau poate eu mă ciocnesc de lume - hmm, asta a sunat profund; și nu e.]. Uneori am senzația că sunt invizibilă, și asta nu e ceva neapărat rau. Ba da, e. Nu vreau sa fiu invizibilă. Vreau ca lumea să mă vadă. Și mai vreau să zbor. Să am aripi mari și albe și sclipicioase și să zbor. Să zbor undeva, departe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt timidă când trebuie să fiu expansivă. Vorbesc mult când ar trebui să tac. Fac lucrurile pe dos... and I don't give a fuck.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/SwMNWFKfucI/AAAAAAAAACY/gSSsrWNKmKo/s1600/digital_art_CG_swan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/SwMNWFKfucI/AAAAAAAAACY/gSSsrWNKmKo/s320/digital_art_CG_swan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405178650769209794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt în continuă schimbare, și totuși sunt mereu aceeași. Mereu aeriană, mereu neîndemânatică,&lt;br /&gt;mereu greu de observat, mereu cu un zâmbet pe față când mă simt observată, fie el fals sau sincer [căci toți oamenii sunt falși, numai că unii nu au puterea de a recunoaște asta], mereu...mereu eu. Și mai ales...mereu visătoare. Căci visez. Visez mult. Visez atât de mult, visez tot felul de lucruri mai mult sau mai puțin importante, visez trecutul și viitorul, visez elfi și spiriduși, visez troli și centauri, mă visez pe mine și pe ceilalți, mă visez Stăpână a Timpului și...și iar visez. Nu pot să mă abțin. Lumea reală mă plictisește și mă deprimă. Așa că visez, refugiindu-mă într-o lume ireală, o lume a mea, o lume perfectă... Visez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  Voi la ce visați?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730448958064315852-4653785434627323226?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/4653785434627323226/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2009/11/changes.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/4653785434627323226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/4653785434627323226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2009/11/changes.html' title='Let me dream'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/SwMNWFKfucI/AAAAAAAAACY/gSSsrWNKmKo/s72-c/digital_art_CG_swan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730448958064315852.post-6862948885383672022</id><published>2009-10-25T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T12:56:09.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dezamagiri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/SwMN3lYqJYI/AAAAAAAAACo/cx93_5v-0Mg/s1600/23-flame-fantasy01-m59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/SwMN3lYqJYI/AAAAAAAAACo/cx93_5v-0Mg/s320/23-flame-fantasy01-m59.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405179226354230658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Întotdeauna a dezamăgit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A încercat sa fie pe placul tuturor și nu a reușit.&lt;br /&gt;S-a straduit,  s-a implicat in lucruri care nu o interesau, a discutat despre subiecte care i se pareau stupide, a muncit cu orele in incercarea de a reusi, s-a chinuit sa înțeleagă lucruri pe care nu le pricepea, si tot degeaba. A stat pana noaptea tarziu invatand. A ramas in casa cand si-ar fi dorit sa iasa, sa faca orice altceva, dar nu sa invete. A facut eforturi greu de imaginat, si nu a fost de ajuns.&lt;br /&gt;Toata truda ei a fost rasplatita cu reprosuri. O nota sub 8 era o drama, un lucru uitat - o tragedie. Nu primea decat critici stupide. Perfectiunea era scopul. Dar al cui? Ei nu-i pasa prea mult. Prefera sa ramana intre cartile din biblioteca decat sa lucreze la fizica sau chimie. Prefera sa se identifice cu personajele romanelor fantasy decat sa toceasca lectii interminabile la geografie. Dar nu. Nu asta era scopul. Scopul era perfectiunea. Scopul &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt; era perfectiunea. Scopul &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt; era sa devina un om universal, cu cunostinte depline in toate disciplinele de studiu. Scopul &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lor &lt;/span&gt;era sa atinga limitele cunoasterii, sa devina o legenda, un nume care sa raman in istorie, o eroina a stiintei. Scopul &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt; era sa o transforme intr-o enciclopedie ambulanta, intr-un robot atotștiutor, intr-o epava, dar o epava plina de cultura si cunoastere. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Acesta era scopul lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acesta este scopul  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lor: perfectiune.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dar era scopul &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;, nu si al meu. Daca tot vor perfectiune, sa o atinga ei. Eu nu pot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730448958064315852-6862948885383672022?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/6862948885383672022/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2009/10/dezamagiri.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/6862948885383672022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/6862948885383672022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2009/10/dezamagiri.html' title='Dezamagiri'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/SwMN3lYqJYI/AAAAAAAAACo/cx93_5v-0Mg/s72-c/23-flame-fantasy01-m59.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730448958064315852.post-8610509087285106389</id><published>2009-10-05T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T06:48:50.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bucurestiul Ieri si Azi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://invita.ro/mediaserver/j/0/poster.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 186px;" src="http://invita.ro/mediaserver/j/0/poster.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi m-am plimbat. De la Piata Romana am luat-o spre Universitate, si de-acolo spre Piata Unirii. Am avut deci ocazia de a trece pe langa Muzeul Municipiului Bucuresti, pe al carui gard am avut surpriza de a vedea fotografii vechi si noi ale unor zone din Bucuresti. Diferentele sunt uimitoare. Poti recunoaste zona, vezi cateva asemanari, dar cladirile de azi sunt mult mai impunatoare, mai masive, mai... plictisitoare. Si pot sa pun pariu ca atunci era mai putin zgomot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730448958064315852-8610509087285106389?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/8610509087285106389/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2009/10/bucurestiul-ieri-si-azi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/8610509087285106389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/8610509087285106389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2009/10/bucurestiul-ieri-si-azi.html' title='Bucurestiul Ieri si Azi'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730448958064315852.post-8991321552294573384</id><published>2009-10-03T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T05:31:48.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Primele cuvinte</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Stiati ca primul cuvânt din dicționar este "aalenian"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Primele cuvinte sunt cele mai importante, iar cum acesta este primul meu blog mai intai o sa ma prezint...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ma numesc Raluca și ideea de a-mi face un blog mi-a venit azi-noapte, pe la 1:40, cand ciocolata pe care o mâncasem cu câteva ore înainte nu ma lăsa sa dorm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate ceea ce voi posta pe acest blog nu va fi pe placul tuturor. Poate unii vor avea alte pareri si vor dori sa ma contrazică. Pe aceia ii invit sa lase comentarii și sa ma critice, sa ma ajute sa ma perfectionez, astept opinii si sugestii.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730448958064315852-8991321552294573384?l=childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/feeds/8991321552294573384/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2009/10/primele-cuvinte.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/8991321552294573384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730448958064315852/posts/default/8991321552294573384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childhoodisnotforever.blogspot.com/2009/10/primele-cuvinte.html' title='Primele cuvinte'/><author><name>Raluca</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03887522014672200269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ba1MmWtuKZ8/S4l4ZuF7GEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/eLrZW0P6pBk/S220/Disturbed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
