<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710274267290390658</id><updated>2011-11-30T12:38:25.747+02:00</updated><category term='poezie'/><category term='poveste'/><category term='Love'/><title type='text'>Me, myself and I</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>IhearLights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505717141832738224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710274267290390658.post-8659545668077914296</id><published>2008-04-20T19:47:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T20:52:49.271+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Un sarut si un sincer 'Te iubesc'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xcnbNX9iSFs/SAuC2tdhgZI/AAAAAAAAABg/1EDrFg-aOaI/s1600-h/So_kiss_me__by_lans_bejbe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xcnbNX9iSFs/SAuC2tdhgZI/AAAAAAAAABg/1EDrFg-aOaI/s320/So_kiss_me__by_lans_bejbe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191386871902601618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ea se ridica din pat, goala!Formele ei rotunde isi proptesc umbra pe peretele de langa pat. Isi ridica hainele de pe covorul rosu, si se indreapta spre baie. In urma ei, el mormaie ceva somnoros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-au cunoscut in urma cu cateva ore, intr-un parc. El se despartise de un an de zile de prietena lui, si de atunci cauta afectiunea in bratele altor femei. Fara succes de altfel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ea iese in graba din baie, isi ia telefonul de pe marginea noptierei, si pleaca, fara sa se uite inapoi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Uf...E asa de greu sa te iubeasca cineva?, ofta el, trist, cu o lacrima fierbinte mijind in coltul ochiului drept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se ridica in capul oaselor, cu capul intre maini. Ciufulit, somnoros, trist, plin de ganduri!S-a saturat de starea asta. Isi aduce aminte de zilele cand se simtea iubit, cand in fiecare dimineata, se trezea si prietena lui il alinta, si se juca in parul lui, si primul lucru pe care il auzea era 'Te iubesc'!  Ii lipseau foarte mult toate acele clipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incepe sa isi caute hainele prin camera luminata doar de cateva raze de soare, care au gasit pe unde sa se strecoare prin draperie. Se imbraca greu, oftand din cand in cand, cu lacrimi pe obraji. Trecuse repede prin baie, unde si-a spalat lacrimile cu apa rece, apoi s-a intors in camera sa isi mai ia telefonul si cheile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dupa 10 minute iese din blocul in care locuia! Soarele dogorea afara, desi ceasul era doar 8 jumatate. O briza usoara se juca in parul inca ciufulit! Se plimba agale, incercand sa se calmeze, si sa se bucure de vremea frumoasa! Odata ajuns in capatul strazi, se hotaraste sa intre in cafeneau in care, in trecut, servea in fiecare dimineata cafeaua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intra sfios, cautand din priviri pe cineva cunoscut. Degeaba insa, peste tot erau doar fete noi. Nici personalul cafenelei nu mai era acelasi. Se aseaza la masa a 3-a, de langa geamul mare pe care se afla reclama cafenelei. Acolo savura cafeaua si citea presa cu mult timp in urma.&lt;br /&gt;Tristetea il cuprinse din nou. Ii era dor sa fie iubit. Se afunda adanc in amintiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deodata, aude o voce calda.&lt;br /&gt;-Buna dimineata! Imi poti spune ce doresti?&lt;br /&gt;O femeie frumoasa, tanara, statea in fata lui, cu parul prins la spate, cu ochi mari si luminosi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isi ridica privirea, deschide gura usor, si spune:&lt;br /&gt;-Un sarut si un sincer 'Te iubesc'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelnerita ramase uimita.El se dezmeticise, si isi dadu seama ca raspunsul sau era doar un reflex la gandurile sale, apoi se ridica rapid si pleaca in graba, trantind usa cafenelei. Ea ramasese fara glas, privind cum el se pierde in agitatia de afara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8710274267290390658-8659545668077914296?l=skagul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/feeds/8659545668077914296/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8710274267290390658&amp;postID=8659545668077914296' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/8659545668077914296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/8659545668077914296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/2008/04/un-sarut-si-un-sincer-te-iubesc.html' title='Un sarut si un sincer &apos;Te iubesc&apos;'/><author><name>IhearLights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505717141832738224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xcnbNX9iSFs/SAuC2tdhgZI/AAAAAAAAABg/1EDrFg-aOaI/s72-c/So_kiss_me__by_lans_bejbe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710274267290390658.post-7468666712369067210</id><published>2008-04-10T23:07:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T23:12:47.824+03:00</updated><title type='text'>E...primavara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://forum.softpedia.com/foto/images/fotos/smells-like-spring-spirit-2989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://forum.softpedia.com/foto/images/fotos/smells-like-spring-spirit-2989.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scot capul pe fereastra, sa simt briza calda. Sa simt razele calde cum imi mangaie obrazul. Trag aer adanc in piept. Mirosul de verdeata imi revigoreaza tot corpul! Imi clatesc privirea in culorile pastelate ale orasului. Zgomotul urbei parca a palit in fata gazelor care zboara aiurea, galagioase. Vrabiutele grabite zboara de zor de pe o creanga pe alta. Totul este luminos, plin de culoare, si cerul e asa de senin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In sfarsit a venit primavara!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8710274267290390658-7468666712369067210?l=skagul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/feeds/7468666712369067210/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8710274267290390658&amp;postID=7468666712369067210' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/7468666712369067210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/7468666712369067210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/2008/04/eprimavara.html' title='E...primavara'/><author><name>IhearLights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505717141832738224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710274267290390658.post-8420739080567823639</id><published>2008-02-05T18:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T18:14:37.269+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cateodata...</title><content type='html'>Cateodata am nevoie sa imi zici ca ma iubesti&lt;br /&gt;Fara ca eu  sa iti zic nimic.&lt;br /&gt;Cateodata vreau si eu sa simt ca iti lipsesc,&lt;br /&gt;Si ca de abia astepti sa ma vezi.&lt;br /&gt;Cateodata lacrimile lasa rani deschise&lt;br /&gt;Pe obraz, de dorul tau.&lt;br /&gt;Cateodata sufar, inchis in mine&lt;br /&gt;Dar tu nu vezi asta,&lt;br /&gt;Cateodata ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8710274267290390658-8420739080567823639?l=skagul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/feeds/8420739080567823639/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8710274267290390658&amp;postID=8420739080567823639' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/8420739080567823639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/8420739080567823639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/2008/02/cateodata.html' title='Cateodata...'/><author><name>IhearLights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505717141832738224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710274267290390658.post-8473628688537983413</id><published>2008-01-23T20:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T20:20:46.827+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Singur</title><content type='html'>Mai multe intamplari din ultimele zile m-au facut sa imi dau seama cat de aiurea e sa fi singur intr-un oras, departe de orasul tau natal:|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu zic, am prieteni multi, cunostinte! Dar in caz de ceva oare ar sari ei sa ma ajute? Adik, sa ma ajute cu adevarat. Daca ar fi sa ma internez in spital, oare ar veni cineva sa ma vada.&lt;br /&gt;Azi m-am gandit mult la asta, si mi-am dat seama ca....nu ar veni nimeni! Sau poate o persoana 2, dar nici acele persoane prea mult, pentru ca ar avea alte treburi de rezolvat, fiecare cu problemele lui:|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si cand ma gandesc ca eu as sari in ajutor oricui, si m-as duce in vizita ori  de cate ori ar fi nevoie. E aiurea ... Desi ma simt rau, sper sa nu ajung in situatia de mai sus!&lt;br /&gt;Desi ma doare gatul, nu o sa spun nimanui, pentru ca nu vreau sa ii impovarez si pe altii cu problemele mele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uffff....a aiurea sa te simti singur! E aiurea sa iti dai seama ca atunci cand ai avea nevoie cu adevarat de ajutor, v-a trebui sa il ceri, si nu sa ti se ofere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dar cred ca in momentele astea iti poti da seama cui ii pasa cu adevarat de tine, cine iti este prieten, si cine doar amic, cine te iubeste, si cine doar zice ca o face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt trist, imi e dor de ea, ma doare gatul, cred ca am febra..si totusi sunt singur, si v-a trebui sa  trec singur prin asta:|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca e cel mai aiurea post al meu..dar asa ma simt:|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8710274267290390658-8473628688537983413?l=skagul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/feeds/8473628688537983413/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8710274267290390658&amp;postID=8473628688537983413' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/8473628688537983413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/8473628688537983413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/2008/01/singur.html' title='Singur'/><author><name>IhearLights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505717141832738224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710274267290390658.post-6881724303475372307</id><published>2008-01-22T22:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T22:30:50.056+02:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>... imi e dor de tine!&lt;br /&gt;As vrea sa te vad, sa te ating.&lt;br /&gt;Macar 10 minute, macar o clipa.&lt;br /&gt;Macar sa iti simt parfumul&lt;br /&gt;Sa stiu ca ai trecut prin preajma mea!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..te iubesc...mult&lt;br /&gt;Nici mie nu imi vine sa cred&lt;br /&gt;Ca iarasi am dat drumul cuiva in suflet!&lt;br /&gt;Dar iti simt iubirea in voce,&lt;br /&gt;In priviri, in mangaierea tandra.&lt;br /&gt;Si stiu ca tu o sa ai grija de el,&lt;br /&gt;Si nu  o sa il ranesti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce nu crezi ca sufar&lt;br /&gt;Ori de cate ori suferi si tu?&lt;br /&gt;De ce crezi ca imi e mila,&lt;br /&gt;Cand de fapt te iubesc,&lt;br /&gt;Si vreau doar sa stiu ca esti bine?&lt;br /&gt;Sa te sarut, sa te simt aproape.&lt;br /&gt;Sa te sustin si sa fiu langa tine&lt;br /&gt;Incercand sa te ajut...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8710274267290390658-6881724303475372307?l=skagul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/feeds/6881724303475372307/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8710274267290390658&amp;postID=6881724303475372307' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/6881724303475372307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/6881724303475372307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>IhearLights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505717141832738224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710274267290390658.post-244757344212182851</id><published>2007-12-17T17:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T18:16:00.215+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Un fulg de nea...</title><content type='html'>Ne plimbam usor, printre fulgi de zapada, care dansau in viscolul rece.Erau multi, si mari, si zglobii! Zapada se asternea tot mai mult, acoperind totul in calea noastra! Dar noi nu bagam de seama, eram doar noi, privind cald unul catre celalalt! Si buzele noastre tanjeau dupa un sarut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma apropi incet, iti cuprind fata in maini usor, cu o mana iti dau parul matasos la o parte, si vreau sa te sarut. Dar ...pentru o clipa, un fulg mare de nea s-a asezat pe buzele tale! M-am oprit! Ma uit la el, si vad usor cum se transforma intr-o picatura de apa limpede.  Te sarut usor pe buze, si sorb acea picatura! Desi fulgul acela a murit pe buzele tale, el m-a umplut de dragoste, de viata. In clipa aceea, cat a stat pe buzele tale, a luat cu el o parte din tine! Iar apoi, dupa ce te-am sarutat, mi-a patruns pana in suflet! Si am simtit ca ma iubesti, ca esti o parte din mine! Mi-a racorit inima aprinsa de dorul tau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un simplu fulg de nea a vrut sa imi arate ca ma iubesti!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8710274267290390658-244757344212182851?l=skagul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/feeds/244757344212182851/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8710274267290390658&amp;postID=244757344212182851' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/244757344212182851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/244757344212182851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/2007/12/un-fulg-de-nea.html' title='Un fulg de nea...'/><author><name>IhearLights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505717141832738224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710274267290390658.post-669338693509314681</id><published>2007-11-08T23:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T00:04:47.807+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Imi e dor!</title><content type='html'>Imi e dor&lt;br /&gt;De glasul tau care imi spune ca ma iubeste,&lt;br /&gt;De pielea ta fina,&lt;br /&gt;Sa o sarut usor,&lt;br /&gt;Sa te stang in brate cand dormi,&lt;br /&gt;Si cand te trezesti din nou,&lt;br /&gt;Sa iti asezi capul pe pieptul meu.&lt;br /&gt;Imi e dor de parul tau care imi mangaie fata,&lt;br /&gt;De ochii tai limpezi,&lt;br /&gt;De buzele moi si dulci,&lt;br /&gt;Care ma fac sa tanjesc dupa ele.&lt;br /&gt;Imi e dor de clipele cand te tin de mana,&lt;br /&gt;Si iti vorbesc, si tu ma asculti,&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor sa te privesc,&lt;br /&gt;Cum dormi, cum razi, cum esti fericita&lt;br /&gt;Cum spui ca pleci, dar totusi mai ramai,&lt;br /&gt;Inca un sarut, o imbratisare,&lt;br /&gt;Mai multe.&lt;br /&gt;Imi e dor sa vad cum,&lt;br /&gt;Atunci cand iti spun:'Te iubesc'&lt;br /&gt;Radiezi de fericire, si asezi cuvintele astea&lt;br /&gt;Intr-un loc, acolo in sufletul tau.&lt;br /&gt;Imi e dor de tine, asa cum esti,&lt;br /&gt;Vesela, calda, dulce&lt;br /&gt;Dar stiu ca maine o sa te vad.&lt;br /&gt;Si o sa iti spun ca te iubesc.&lt;br /&gt;Si tu... O sa ma saruti usor...&lt;br /&gt;Cu dragoste&lt;br /&gt;Spunand:'I miss u 2 matzu'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8710274267290390658-669338693509314681?l=skagul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/feeds/669338693509314681/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8710274267290390658&amp;postID=669338693509314681' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/669338693509314681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/669338693509314681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/2007/11/imi-e-dor.html' title='Imi e dor!'/><author><name>IhearLights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505717141832738224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710274267290390658.post-2718134620551891089</id><published>2007-11-02T19:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T19:33:55.644+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Azi nu am nevoie de tine!</title><content type='html'>Hmm... Niste cuvinte, spuse de cei la care ti, te pot face sa suferi. Te pot face sa treci de la agonie la extaz. Si iti ranesc sufletul, si lasa o rana deschisa in el. Si sperai ca nu se va mai intampla asta, sau cel putin nu asa de curand. Rana de abia s-a vindecat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As face orice sa scap de durerea asta. Azi am fost dezamagit. Cerul, plin de nori negrii si grei, s-a prabusit peste mine, peste viata mea. As vrea sa plang, dar nu e nici locul, nici momentul. Poate e prea devreme, poate e prea tarziu. Nici nu stiu. Oare simti ceva pentru mine? Sau acu nu mai ai nevoie de dragostea mea. Deja? Ok. Poate te-am pierdut, da am vrut sa fiu sincer, an vrut sa sti ce simt. Si prin ce mi-ai zis mi-ai demostrat si tu ce simti. Cum ziceam intr-un post mai vechi, 'am indraznit din nou sa sper'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am in cap 1000 de ganduri, 1000 de idei, care ar vrea sa iasam sa fie spuse. Dar sunt mut de uimite, si degetele mele refuza sa le scrie undeva. Asa ca stau si ma macina intr-una. Si ma doare. Dar oricum nui pasa nimanui. Oricum lacrimile mele imi ard obrajii si atat, una dupa alta.&lt;br /&gt;Si ..daca pentru orice durere fizica exista un calmant, atunci cand te doare sufletul nu ai cu ce iti alini durerea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma intreb de ce atunci cand iubesti trebuie sa suferi? De ce , cu cat te iubesc mai mult, parca sunt mai multe sanse sa te pierd. Asta daca nu te-am pierdut deja. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai bine ma opresc. Oricum la nimeni nu ii pasa de sentimentele mele. Oricum tu nu ai chef de mine azi, poate si maine, poate de acu inkolo. O sa ma intorc inapoi in mine, sa nu las lacrimile sa curga, sa incerc sa imi alin sufletul desi stiu ca nu voi reusi. O sa astept cuminte ora cand pot pleca acasa, cand pot fi singur cu gandurile mele! Unde nimeni nu ma vede!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi nu am nevoie de tine - Au durut astea. Tare!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8710274267290390658-2718134620551891089?l=skagul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/feeds/2718134620551891089/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8710274267290390658&amp;postID=2718134620551891089' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/2718134620551891089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/2718134620551891089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/2007/11/azi-nu-am-nevoie-de-tine.html' title='Azi nu am nevoie de tine!'/><author><name>IhearLights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505717141832738224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710274267290390658.post-6008184041800571823</id><published>2007-10-22T18:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T19:23:49.612+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Am indraznit sa sper din nou</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcnbNX9iSFs/RxzOGWSji4I/AAAAAAAAABE/frNeq_6HOp8/s1600-h/eye2web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcnbNX9iSFs/RxzOGWSji4I/AAAAAAAAABE/frNeq_6HOp8/s320/eye2web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124197084498725762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am indraznit sa sper din nou&lt;br /&gt;Si sa visez cu ochii larg deschisi!&lt;br /&gt;Si acu imi e frica sa nu fie in zadar&lt;br /&gt;Visul sa nu se transforme in cosmar.&lt;br /&gt;Teama mi-a cuprins sufletul,&lt;br /&gt;Si-o lacrima de sange aluneca usor.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca te pot pierde acum,&lt;br /&gt;Desi nu e vina mea.&lt;br /&gt;Ma rog in fiecare zi, cu ochii inspre cer&lt;br /&gt;Cerand inca o clipa ca sa te strang la piept.&lt;br /&gt;Dar stiu ca nu mi-ar fi de ajuns&lt;br /&gt;Incep sa plang, as vrea sa fie altfel,&lt;br /&gt;Indraznesc sa sper din nou&lt;br /&gt;Si sa visez cu ochii larg deschisi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8710274267290390658-6008184041800571823?l=skagul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/feeds/6008184041800571823/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8710274267290390658&amp;postID=6008184041800571823' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/6008184041800571823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/6008184041800571823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/2007/10/am-indraznit-sa-sper-din-nou.html' title='Am indraznit sa sper din nou'/><author><name>IhearLights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505717141832738224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xcnbNX9iSFs/RxzOGWSji4I/AAAAAAAAABE/frNeq_6HOp8/s72-c/eye2web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710274267290390658.post-3504157076134676</id><published>2007-10-18T21:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T22:11:32.566+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mass cu mass!!!</title><content type='html'>Ca si semn de plictiseala, la noi in birou s-a dezvoltat  o noua metoda de a ne distra, lucru care binedispune pe cei care aplica metoda, si indispune pe cei pe care este aplicata metoda:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este vorba de trimiterea de massuri cu mesajul 'MASS' si nu numai. Este vorba de asaltarea cu un anumit mesaj a unei persoane de catre alte persoane, in acelsi timp...daca se poate de cat mai multe ori. Stiu ca pare o chestie copilareasca, dar descreteste multe frunti in biroul nostru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O alta metoda de distractie, poate ce-a mai atractiva, este atunci cand cineva isi uita calculatorul neblocat, cu messengerul deschis. Cand se va intoarce, toti colegi vor face misto de statusul sau(cu tente putin cam vulgare cateodata, dar..asta e...se intampla), toti ii vor da buzz cand vor primi de la  el un mass cu mesajul 'Sunt prost ca mi-am uitat calcu deschis. Buzz me daca esti de accord cu mine'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh...mai omoram si noi plictiseala..si mai facem haz de necaz. Parca timpul trece mai repede si atmosfera e mai destinsa. Plus..se poate intampla oricui chestia asta:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... La munca have fun, ca jobul e doar un job nu o casnicie:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8710274267290390658-3504157076134676?l=skagul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/feeds/3504157076134676/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8710274267290390658&amp;postID=3504157076134676' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/3504157076134676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/3504157076134676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/2007/10/mass-cu-mass.html' title='Mass cu mass!!!'/><author><name>IhearLights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505717141832738224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710274267290390658.post-7641216812052089178</id><published>2007-10-11T19:18:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T19:58:49.770+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poezie'/><title type='text'>Poezie</title><content type='html'>Ploua cu picuri mari si grei de ieri&lt;br /&gt;Gandurile tale sunt pe nicaieri&lt;br /&gt;Pierdute intr-o lume fara viitor&lt;br /&gt;In care toate visele iti  mor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iti iei inima-n dinti si speri&lt;br /&gt;Ca azi nu va fi ca ieri,&lt;br /&gt;Ca soarele va iesi din nori&lt;br /&gt;Si vei incepe iar sa zbori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prima raza te lasa fara temeri&lt;br /&gt;Vrei sa te descarci, incepi sa zbieri,&lt;br /&gt;Uiti durerea, uiti ca iti este dor&lt;br /&gt;Si te inalti usor in zbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urci usor, pana la cer,&lt;br /&gt;Te afunzi iara in mister.&lt;br /&gt;Iti este frica sa cobori&lt;br /&gt;Si sa fi prins din nou in nori.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8710274267290390658-7641216812052089178?l=skagul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/feeds/7641216812052089178/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8710274267290390658&amp;postID=7641216812052089178' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/7641216812052089178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/7641216812052089178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/2007/10/poezie.html' title='Poezie'/><author><name>IhearLights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505717141832738224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710274267290390658.post-751228241107675852</id><published>2007-10-10T20:27:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T20:38:54.241+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:9RJGhO-HggvdGM:http://www12.nrk.no/magasin/upunkt/urort/bilder/scaled/28744_main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:9RJGhO-HggvdGM:http://www12.nrk.no/magasin/upunkt/urort/bilder/scaled/28744_main.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vi s-a intamplat vreodata sa asteptati ca sa vina clipa, sau se intample odata o chestie, atat de mult, incat timpul parca nu se mai scurge, doar ca sa te chinuie si sa te testeze, sa vada daca poti sa ai rabdare, daca ai fi in stare sa astepti cuminte in banca ta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar tu nu mai poti de nerabdare, si asta te doare, iti da fiori, te inspaimanta, te face sa-ti pierzi mintile si sa te uiti la ceas, cu ochii pe secundar, sa vezi de cate ori mai trebuie sa se roteasca pana cand soseste momentul! Orice ai face parca timpul nu vrea sa mai treaca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se zice ca un om i-a cerut lui Dumnezeu sa il invete rabdare, dar Dumnezeu nu i-a dat rabdarea in sine, ci i-a dat prilejul sa aiba rabdare! Oare asa o fi. Daca vrei sa fi rabdator, ti-se ofera prilejuri ca sa ai rabdare si sa astepti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parerea mea este ca, rabdarea este un lucru greu de invatat, de implinit. Trebuie sa ai o tarie de caracter foarte puternica, pentru a putea astepta, desi asta te chinuie. Speri doar sa merite asteptarea, si chiar daca nu merita, macar ai invatat sa fi rabdator!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8710274267290390658-751228241107675852?l=skagul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/feeds/751228241107675852/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8710274267290390658&amp;postID=751228241107675852' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/751228241107675852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/751228241107675852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/2007/10/patience.html' title='Patience!!!'/><author><name>IhearLights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505717141832738224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710274267290390658.post-4413502873878337960</id><published>2007-10-09T18:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T22:16:07.674+03:00</updated><title type='text'>love her 'till i die!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:GaWomsDDAv9wAM:http://www.kerigma.ro/coperti/80489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 121px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:GaWomsDDAv9wAM:http://www.kerigma.ro/coperti/80489.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O lacrima mijeste pe pleoapa stanga. Apoi se scurge usor pe obraz, lasand o dara calda, un fel de semn pe unde sa coboare si celelalte. Se plimba usor prin ploaia rece, cu privirea in gol. Se impiedica in toate gropile, si apa deja i-a udat papucii si pantalonii. Nu ii pasa. Pe dinauntru arde mocnit. E pierdut in gandurile sale. Parca ar fi singur, desi oamenii de abia il ocolesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lacrimile incep sa curga necontenit pe obraji, pana pe buze. De abia clipeste, iar din cand in cand ofteaza lung, suspinand. Inima ii e ranita, de abia mai bate. Petnru el viata nu mai are sens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:MKFa9Cd5Pe5zwM:http://www.foto.md/photos/17002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 142px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:MKFa9Cd5Pe5zwM:http://www.foto.md/photos/17002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ca sa isi aline suferinta, isi mai aminteste odata primul sarut pe care l-a primit de la ea. Dar a fost atat de scurt, asa ca durerea dispare doar pentru o clipa, si revine parca mai puternica. Ar vrea sa uite totul, dar totusi nu vrea. Dragostea pentru ea e prea puternica, e singura care il tine in viata. Dar parca si ea incepe usor sa se scurga din sufletul lui, deodata cu lacrimile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si usor, usor, viata se scurge din trupul lui, cu fiecare suflare. O ameteala iute il cuprinde, si genunchii &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:6v8pJ9N5JvU1VM:http://blog.oricum.ro/wp-content/uploads/2007/03/crazy_in_love_by_messa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 126px;" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:6v8pJ9N5JvU1VM:http://blog.oricum.ro/wp-content/uploads/2007/03/crazy_in_love_by_messa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i se inmoaie. Cu o ultima farama de putere se agata de creanga uda a unui copac, dar mana ii aluneca, si cade pe covorul ud de frunze. La ultima suflare sufletul pleaca din trupul lui, si se ridica sus la cer. Isi priveste trist trupul inert. Macar acu va fi sus in cer, si va fi mereu cu ea, si va veghe asupra ei. Iubirea pentru ea e eterna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A iubit-o pana a murit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8710274267290390658-4413502873878337960?l=skagul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/feeds/4413502873878337960/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8710274267290390658&amp;postID=4413502873878337960' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/4413502873878337960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/4413502873878337960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/2007/10/love-her-till-i-die.html' title='love her &apos;till i die!'/><author><name>IhearLights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505717141832738224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710274267290390658.post-1678397286926602350</id><published>2007-10-09T00:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T01:08:24.783+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cand?</title><content type='html'>De unde sti cand trebuie sa risti? De unde sti ca un flirt se poate transforma in ceva serios sau nu? De unde sti cat sa te implici intr-o relatie? De unde sti ce simte persoana de langa tine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam multe intrebari la care trebuie sa gasesti raspuns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iti place de ea, te simti in largul tau cand ii vorbesti. Desi o sti de putin timp simti ca ii poti spune orice. Te trezesti dimineata voios, asteptand sa intre pe mess sa vb cu ea! Parca noapte trece mai repede cand sti ce te asteapta a doau zi. Te bucuri cand vezi ca intra pe mess si iti da &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUZZ&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incepi sa vorbesti cu ea, insa prin cap iti trec 1000 de intrebari fara raspuns, 1000 de lucruri de care iti e frica. Aveti atatea in comun, liste intregi, parca nu va mai puteti oprii cand vorbiti la telefon, simti ca e sufletul tau pereche, dar nu esti convins de asta.  Parca e 'To good to be true'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si atunci, oare ce te poate face sa risti, sa te implici, netinand cont ca poti sa suferi, ca poti sa fi ranit? Ce te poate face sa sari cu capul inainte? Poate sentimentul ca poti reusi, speranta ca totul va fi in sfarsit bine, si ca pana la urma nu poti pierde ceea ce nu ai avut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ea iti raspunde cu aceasi moneda, e la fel de deschisa ca si tine, vorbeste la fel de cald cu tine, asa cum vorbesti si tu cu ea. Simti ca e sincera si asta iti da putere. Si ai vrea sa afli cat mai multe desprea ea, si poate intr-o zi o sa o intalnesti! Si speri ca in ziua aceea sa nu fi speriat, sa nu ramai fara cuvinte, si speri ca ea sa simta la fel! Iti imaginezi cum ar fi prima intalnire, ce culoare sa aiba trandafirul pe care vrei sa i-l cumperi, cat de moi sunt buzele ei, daca mana ei se potriveste cu a ta. Oare vei putea respira in clipa cand vei incerca sa o saruti, oare si ea isi doreste asta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantaresti partile bune, partile proaste, si faci un bilant. Parca o clipa in care imaginatia ta se transforma in realitate cantareste mai mult decat 1 milion de clipe in care visele tale se naruiesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si atunci te decizi sa risti! Si sa speri! Si sa nu iti mai fie frica, ca totul se poate transforma in esec. De fapt ..de ce sa fie un esec? Ai incercat, ai esuat, te ridici si mergi mai departe! Si nu te mai gandesti ca 'All the things comes to and end' ! Ci speri ca 'Totul va fi bine'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parerea mea.. Merita sa risti si sa te lasi purtat de val, desi valul te poate duce in mijlocul marii in furtuna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love without regrets!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8710274267290390658-1678397286926602350?l=skagul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/feeds/1678397286926602350/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8710274267290390658&amp;postID=1678397286926602350' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/1678397286926602350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/1678397286926602350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/2007/10/cand.html' title='Cand?'/><author><name>IhearLights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505717141832738224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710274267290390658.post-4107510235789919247</id><published>2007-10-08T13:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T13:04:43.583+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I really like school?</title><content type='html'>Tiiiiiii tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iau telefonul, si opresc alarma. Ma uit la ceas voios, era ora 6:30! Azi e luni. Am un laborator de la ora 7 jumate. Ma mir insa ca m-am trezit asa de vesel, bine-dispus! De obicei dimineata cand ma trezesc devreme sunt morocanos si lenes, insa azi sunt foarte vesel. Si nu stiu dece. Ca doar trebuie sa ma duk la cursuri, cand as putea sa mai lenevesc vreo cateva ore in pat, sa imi fac somnul de frumusete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si atunci ma intreb:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO I REALLY LIKE SCHOOL?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8710274267290390658-4107510235789919247?l=skagul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/feeds/4107510235789919247/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8710274267290390658&amp;postID=4107510235789919247' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/4107510235789919247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/4107510235789919247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/2007/10/do-i-really-like-school.html' title='Do I really like school?'/><author><name>IhearLights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505717141832738224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710274267290390658.post-8963001991374730106</id><published>2007-10-04T21:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T21:40:12.760+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Buy it, you will never use it!!!</title><content type='html'>Nu stiu daca voua vi se intampla..insa mie mi se intampla destul de des in ultimul timp.&lt;br /&gt;Ce? &lt;br /&gt;Faptul ca intrii intr-un magazin si cumperi ceva doar de amorul artei..sa zici si tu ca ai cumparat ceva. Sti in sinea ta ca lucrul ala nu iti este folositor, ca la primul cos de gunoi o sa il arunci sau o sa il ratacesti undeva prin casa, si praful o sa il acopere...dar totusi cumperi lucrul acela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu e un lucru care ti-l doresti, nici macar nu iti place, dar il cumperi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma interb de ce se intampla asta. Oare suntem chiar asa de risipitori cu banii nostrii? Eu unul sunt..si cred ca trebuie sa schimb chestia asta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deci o trec pe 'To Do list'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8710274267290390658-8963001991374730106?l=skagul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/feeds/8963001991374730106/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8710274267290390658&amp;postID=8963001991374730106' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/8963001991374730106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/8963001991374730106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/2007/10/buy-it-you-will-never-use-it.html' title='Buy it, you will never use it!!!'/><author><name>IhearLights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505717141832738224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710274267290390658.post-3756514251493837296</id><published>2007-09-30T10:37:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T10:56:49.630+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cap I Partea a-3-a</title><content type='html'>Un zgomot puternic il face sa tresara din somn. Se ridica din pat, speriat. Bobite de transpiratie ii coboara usor pe tample. Se uita in jur, si nu o mai vede pe ea. In ochi ii sare doar lumina veiozei cu plasma. Se aseaza dezamagit, cuprinzandu-si capul in palmele mici. Fata, parcul, trandafirul pe care i-l daruise ei, oamenii din jur, disparusera. Isi mangaie buzele, semn ca ii e dor sarutul ei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A fost doar un vis!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pune capul pe perina, inchide ochii, fortandu-se parca sa adoarma, poate poate ar visa din nou acel vis. Degeaba. Ochii lui stau deschisi, plini de lacrimi. Stie ca ea e departe, si nici nu se mai gandeste la el. Dar visul parea atat de real. Si ar fi vrut atat de mult sa fie realitate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mai bine as dormi toata viata si sa o visez doar pe ea, decat sa fiu treaz si sa ma inec in lacrimi! spuse el cu un glas plin de amaraciune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se ridica iara din pat, plangand ca un copil. Se duce la geam, privind nostalgic afara. Ceata groasa se scurge printre blocuri, izbindu-se de blocul cel inalt din capatul strazii. Nici azi nu e soare pe strada lui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8710274267290390658-3756514251493837296?l=skagul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/feeds/3756514251493837296/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8710274267290390658&amp;postID=3756514251493837296' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/3756514251493837296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/3756514251493837296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/2007/09/cap-i-partea-3.html' title='Cap I Partea a-3-a'/><author><name>IhearLights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505717141832738224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710274267290390658.post-6218076199306569639</id><published>2007-09-26T12:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T01:35:38.732+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poveste'/><title type='text'>Cap I, Partea a 2-a</title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doua maini calde imi cuprind fata, acoperindu-mi ochii, si o voce suava imi sopteste la ureche: 'Gues who?'. Ma intorc repede, te iau de mana si astept sa te asezi.&lt;br /&gt;- Pe cine cautai asa nerabdator?Pe mine, cumva?, imi spui, uitandu-te la mine cu caldura.&lt;br /&gt;- Da ce, avem intalnire azi?, raspund, glumind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma saruti usor, pe obraz, apoi pe buze.&lt;br /&gt;- Mi-a fost dor de tine ma nebunule! Tie nu?&lt;br /&gt;- Mie mi-a fost mai dor!Tzc Tzc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te strang in brate, si parul tau moale imi acopera fata. E asa de bine sa te stiu langa mine, desi a trecut doar o zi de cand nu ne-am mai vazut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incepi sa imi povestesti ce ai facut tu azi, insa buzele tale ma hipnotizeaza. Te sarut dintr-o data, in timp ce tu inca vorbesti, dar renunti repede si ma saruti si tu. Un fior rece ma cuprinde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne ridicam de pe banca si incepem sa ne plimbam usor prin parc. Un iz placut de iarba proaspat cosita se amesteca cu parfumul tau. Ma iei de mana , si ma tragi usor de bluza sa te sarut din nou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In rondul de flori vad un trandafir rosu, foarte frumos, care se asorteaza perfect cu bluza ta. Ma uit in jur, iar apoi sar repede gardul verde, rup trandafirul si ma intorc langa tine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti-l daruiesc tie! Acum si obrajii tai se asorteaza cu bluza, dar fata ti s-a luminat, si ochii tai privesc sclipitori trandafirul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hmm..desi nu l-ai cumparat, meriti un sarut..pentru ca esti un dulce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne oprim in mijlocu parcului si ne sarutam indelung. Oamenii trec pe langa noi, un caine incepe sa latre, dar pentru noi parca timpu sta in loc. Amandoi am vrea ca ziua aceasta sa nu se mai termine...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8710274267290390658-6218076199306569639?l=skagul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/feeds/6218076199306569639/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8710274267290390658&amp;postID=6218076199306569639' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/6218076199306569639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/6218076199306569639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/2007/09/cap-i-partea-2.html' title='Cap I, Partea a 2-a'/><author><name>IhearLights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505717141832738224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710274267290390658.post-6645980742149259214</id><published>2007-09-25T01:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T08:42:31.072+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poveste</title><content type='html'>Ziua de marti o voi dedica unei povesti pe care o sa o incep chiar de azi. Stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cap I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;E Marti!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E marti. E ziua in care trebuie sa ma intalnesc cu tine. Ma tot foiesc prin casa, murind de nerabdare. Oare cu ce sa ma imbrac? Deschid dulapul si cotrobai printre hainele aruncate la intamplare. Aleg bluza rosie care iti place tie si dau fuga la oglinda. Hmm... Parca nu se potriveste cu blugii astia?... Ma intorc la dulap nedumerit si incep iarasi sa caut prin morman. Am gasit! De sub gramada de haine trag usor de maneca o bluza subtire, neagra. O intorc pe toate partile, ca nu cumva sa fie murdara, apoi o trag usor pe cap, dupa care imi aranjez parul ciufulit. E deja ora 3!? Mai sunt 30 de minute si eu nici nu am plecat de acasa. Iau cheile pe fuga din bucatarie, telefonul de pe oglinda din hol, mai verific odata lumina, iar apoi inchid usa.Un zgomot imi atrage atentia ca iara a cazut clanta de la usa. Of..Am tot zis ca o sa repar clanta asta stricata intr-o zi, dar mereu uit. Deschid iarasi usa, pun clanta la loc, invartesc de cheie si plec. In 2 minute trebuie sa vina autobuzul, asa ca incep sa alerg bucuros spre statie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma uit pe geamul murdar al autobuzului si admir masinile de lux care trec pe langa. Frumos BMW. Cand ma fac mare imi iau si eu unul. Autobuzul asteapta rabdator la semafor..insa eu fierb, cu gandul ca voi petrece cateva ore bune alaturi de tine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E 3 si 25. Am coborat in statie la parc, si ma indrept spre banca pe care stam noi de obicei. De departe ma uit sa vad daca tu ai venit. Se pare ca nu. Incetinesc putin pasul, linistit ca nu te-am facut sa ma astepti . 2 copii trec in viteza pe langa mine, jucand prinselea. Ii evit, fac o pirueta, de abia ma mai tin pe picioare, dar ma redresez, tinandu-ma de o creanga venita parca in ajutorul meu din castanul batran de langa banca. Ma asez sfios , cautandu-te cu privirea prin multimea de oameni din parc...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8710274267290390658-6645980742149259214?l=skagul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/feeds/6645980742149259214/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8710274267290390658&amp;postID=6645980742149259214' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/6645980742149259214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/6645980742149259214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/2007/09/poveste.html' title='Poveste'/><author><name>IhearLights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505717141832738224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710274267290390658.post-8038248612070760732</id><published>2007-09-24T12:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T12:15:19.429+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Up! It's Tomorow</title><content type='html'>Tiiiiii tiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!, tiiiiii tiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deschid lenes un ochi, iar mana stanga incepe sa pipaie patul in cautarea telefonului. Il gasesc, ma uit chioras la el, sting alarma, si vreau sa ma pun din nou cu capul pe perna sifonata. Insa o raza de soare imi gadila privirea, si ma trage jos din pat. Imi plimb mana obosit prin par, si dau patura jos de pe mine. Ma asez pe marginea patului si incep sa privesc prin camera. Hainele stau imprestiate pe patul colegului de camera, sosetele atarna de scaun, sticla cu apa sta tolanita pe jos! Pe birou 2 bancnote, stau langa tastatura prafuita si murdara, iar nectarina pe jumate mancata de aseara imi spune ca e timpul sa o arunc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma ridic in picioare, ma intind, imi caut slapii imprastiati prin camera, si merg agale pana la baie.&lt;br /&gt;Ma uit in oglinda, dau cu putina apa pe fata, sa ma racoresc, si imi spun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake Up!It's Tomorow!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8710274267290390658-8038248612070760732?l=skagul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/feeds/8038248612070760732/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8710274267290390658&amp;postID=8038248612070760732' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/8038248612070760732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/8038248612070760732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/2007/09/wake-up-its-tomorow.html' title='Wake Up! It&apos;s Tomorow'/><author><name>IhearLights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505717141832738224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710274267290390658.post-1600071623184835226</id><published>2007-09-23T22:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T23:16:43.903+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Love without regrets</title><content type='html'>Da..cum spune titlu...iubeste fara sa regreti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pot spune ca am iubit de 2 ori in scurta mea viata...unora poate sa li se para mult  (unii oameni nu iubesc nici macar o data in viata), altora putin (insa acestia nu sunt sinceri...inseamna ca iubirea lor nu a fost iubire). Insa nu am regretat nici macar o clipa din toate acestea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prima iubire a fost si prima dezamagire..si desi am suferit foarte mult, desi credeam ca lumea se sfarseste pentru mine, desi sufletul meu era gol, pustiu, desi ochii mei erau secati de lacrimi, desi glasul imi pierise, desi imi era dor, desi iubeam si nu eram iubit, desi imi doream ca, dimineata cand ma trezesc totul sa fie asa cum imi doream eu, dar nu era asa, si ma trezesam tot trist, si in loc de apa, imi spalam fata cu lacrimi. Desi seara inainte de culcare imi faceam planuri, iar dimineata aceastea se risipeau asa cum vantul risipeste praful de pe trotuar, desi gandul imi zbura aiurea, desi eram mereu inchis in mine, desi inca credeam ce mai scria in scrisoarea aceea pe care ea mi-a trimis-o demult, scrisa frumos. Desi simteam toate astea, Dumnezeu mi-a arata ca are ceva mai bun pentru mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A doua iubire, a fost si cea mai mare, insa se pare ca nici ea nu a fost ce-a perfecta. Desi nu am suferit la fel de mult, sau chiar foarte putin(stiu ca pare ciudat, dar asa este) totusi si aceasta a lasat in suflet un gol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insa din toate acestea, nu am regretat macar o clipa, sau o lacrima, sau o noapte nedormita de dor, sau o zi trista. M-am bucurat de toate acestea, pentru ca ele au fost pentru mine magia care m-a facut sa iubesc, ele erau componentele care trebuiau amestecate pentru a obtine iubirea pentru cineva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acu sunt iara singur, putin trist, obosit si suparat, privesc pe geam la luminile intunecate de pe strada, incercand sa deslusesc chipurile celor care trec, sperand sa vad pe cineva care ar putea sa umple golul din suflet...dar ma trezesc din visare, pentru ca , calculatorul face urat, in casa e o liniste de mormant, iar gandurile mele se afunda din nou in amintiri, si tristetea ma cuprinde din nou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si totusi nu regret nimic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8710274267290390658-1600071623184835226?l=skagul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/feeds/1600071623184835226/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8710274267290390658&amp;postID=1600071623184835226' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/1600071623184835226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/1600071623184835226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/2007/09/love-without-regrets.html' title='Love without regrets'/><author><name>IhearLights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505717141832738224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710274267290390658.post-7775740171962392255</id><published>2007-09-23T13:22:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T23:18:21.143+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids nowadays</title><content type='html'>Azi am vazut un clipulet misto pe youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O reclama la un suc...foarte reusita din punctul meu de vedere.Imi place mult cand oamenii au atat de multa imaginatie incat te fac cu adevarat sa ti minte acel produs. Si pe la noi au inceput sa apara tot felul de reclame nostime cu mesaj ascuns, la diferite produse, semn ca si la noi se poate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai jos aveti filmuletu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lbW0cN0RZjo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lbW0cN0RZjo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/8710274267290390658-7775740171962392255?l=skagul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/feeds/7775740171962392255/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8710274267290390658&amp;postID=7775740171962392255' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/7775740171962392255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/7775740171962392255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/2007/09/kids-nowadays.html' title='Kids nowadays'/><author><name>IhearLights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505717141832738224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710274267290390658.post-5902080420456870735</id><published>2007-09-22T11:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T22:45:38.981+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is the love!?</title><content type='html'>De ceva vreme stau si ma gandesc unde ar putea gasi un om iubirea...si ce este IUBIREA de fapt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am incercat sa caut raspunsuri in sinea mea, rascolind prin amintiri, ganduri si sentimente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tot ce este scrie mai jos este parerea mea proprie si personala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ce este iubirea?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lasand la o parte iubirea de Dumnezeu, si iubirea aproapelui tau(care dupa parerea mea sunt lucrurui foarte importante in viata unui om), o sa incerc sa definesc iubirea in viziunea mea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iubirea este atunci cand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... sufletul tau e gol, si prezenta cuiva il umple&lt;br /&gt;... iti doresti sa ii dai acelei persoane totul, si sa nu primesti nimic in schimb&lt;br /&gt;... o secunda fara ea ti se pare o eternitate, si o secunda cu ea e pentru tine o milisecunda&lt;br /&gt;... nu vezi pe nimeni in jur cand esti cu ea, iar cand nu esti cu ea, o cauti mereu prin multime&lt;br /&gt;... simti ca traiesti, pentru ca inima iti bate de 2 ori mai repede&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La inceputul fiecarei relatii, iti este parca foarte greu sa te atasezi de cineva. De unde sti tu ca persoana respectiva e de incredere?, chiar ii pasa de tine?, oare simte la fel? daca data viitoare ma saruta(vezu reclama de la Hochland)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apoi usor usor treci peste inhibitii, peste nedumeriri, peste intrebari, si plantezi in suflet un sambure de dragoste pentru persoana care acu iti este iubit/iubita. Persoana aceasta devine tot mai draga, ii simti tot mai mult lipsa, simti "fluturi in stomac" in prezenta ei(asta nu are nici o legatura cu mancarea:P), nu ai somn daca nu ii auzi glasul inainte de culcare, gandurile tale sunt inundate de imaginea ei, si ai vrea ca ele sa fie realitate, si ea sa fie mereu langa tine..asa cum este si in gand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! Toate bune si frumoase. Dar, persoana iubita poate nu isi doreste ca tu sa te atasezi atat de mult de ea, poate ei ii place de tine..dar nu asa de mult pe cat tu o placi pe ea...si atunci totul parca se naruie in tine, in jurul tau. Incepi sa te intrebi unde ai gresit, dai vina pe cum areti,ca nu ai bani, pana cand dragostea ta devine frustrare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acu, concluzia la care am ajuns eu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este usor sa iubesti, dar este mult mai greu sa fi iubit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca pare greu de inteles, dar cred ca fiecaruia dintre noi ni s-a intamplat ca sentimetele sa nu fie impartasite de persoana pe care o placeam, si invers, noi sa nu impartasim sentimentele unei persoane care ne placea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar ca si concluzii finale,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nu cautati iubirea, va va gasi ea pe voi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daca ne-am alege pe cine sa iubim ar fi extraordinar, dar ar fi lipsit de magie!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca nu ati inteles mare lucru..poate ca nici nu trebuia, dar simteam nevoia sa imi descarc sufletul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cele 3 puncte de suspensie ramase mai sus , va sunt adresate voua. Lasa-ti in comenturi ceea ce credeti voi ca e iubirea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8710274267290390658-5902080420456870735?l=skagul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/feeds/5902080420456870735/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8710274267290390658&amp;postID=5902080420456870735' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/5902080420456870735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/5902080420456870735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/2007/09/where-is-love.html' title='Where is the love!?'/><author><name>IhearLights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505717141832738224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710274267290390658.post-3736086287580769336</id><published>2007-09-21T16:28:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T23:31:14.108+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls are evil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.funtoosh.com/f_images/girl_evil.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.funtoosh.com/f_images/girl_evil.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Navigand linistit pe un forum al unui joc foarte drag mie, imi vine ideea sa intreb lumea cum e cu dragostea, cu fetele, chestii d'astea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unul dintre cei care participau a spus ca fetele sunt rele(girls are evil) si a venit cu urmatoarea ecuatie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rezultatul ecuatiei pare &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;corect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/8710274267290390658-3736086287580769336?l=skagul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/feeds/3736086287580769336/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8710274267290390658&amp;postID=3736086287580769336' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/3736086287580769336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/3736086287580769336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/2007/09/girls-are-evil.html' title='Girls are evil'/><author><name>IhearLights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505717141832738224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710274267290390658.post-6297854275369015787</id><published>2007-09-21T05:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T23:33:24.219+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog's life</title><content type='html'>Azi am fost prin oras, la plimbare. Vremea era mohorata, cerul era plumburiu, parca statea sa cada peste oamenii care mergeau grabiti printre baltile tulburi de pe trotuar! Am trecut pe langa un aprozar si ochii mi-au fugit dupa niste struguri apetisanti. Ma scotocesc in buzunare, si ma mai scotocesc inca o data, pana dau peste o bancnota de 10 Lei, ratacita! Constat fara uimire ca erau ultimi mei bani. Bineinteles ca mi-am cumparat strugurii, ba chiar si 3 nectarine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si in timp ce savuram fructele, mergand si meditand la situatia mea, ziceam in gandul meu : 'Ce viata de caine!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar apoi am ajuns acasa, si mi-am adus aminte ca uni caini au un trai mult mai bun, ba chiar sunt cu MULT mai instariti ca si mine. Asa ca m-am gandit sa scriu despre asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogsmithmedia.com/www.luxist.com/media/2007/08/helmsleydogsm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doamna din imagine, care a decedat in urma cu exact o luna, a fost un mare investitor pe piata imobiliara americana pe nume Leona Helmsley. In urma citirii testamentului ei s-a descoperit ca aceasta a lasat o avere de 12 milioane de $(!!!) cainelui ei. Asta in comparatie cu rudele ei, oameni (de altfel), carora le-a lasat foarte putin din averea ei, sau chiar deloc(asa cum au patit nepotii ei, deoarece nu si-au numit nici un copil dupa numele ultimului ei sot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cainele, un bichon maltez pe nume Trouble, a fost mereu rasfatat de multi-milionara excentrica(supra numita The Queen of Mean). De exemplu, cainele nu manca niciodata din castronelul sau, in consecinta stafful trebuia sa ii dea de mancare din mana.De asemenea, uneori, Leona chiar ii spunea bucatarului angajat la hotelul sau Park Lane Hotel(unde si locuia) sa intrerupa orice activitate pentru ai gati mancaruri delicioase cainelui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un alt caz foarte mediatizat este cel al cainelui lui Paris Hilton, un chiuaua pe nume Tinkerbell, care este foarte rasfatat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acu, revenind la vremea urata de afara, la baltile murdare, la cei 4 lei care mi-au mai ramas in buzunar...chiar as duce si eu o viata de caine!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8710274267290390658-6297854275369015787?l=skagul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/feeds/6297854275369015787/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8710274267290390658&amp;postID=6297854275369015787' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/6297854275369015787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/6297854275369015787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/2007/09/dogs-life.html' title='Dog&apos;s life'/><author><name>IhearLights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505717141832738224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8710274267290390658.post-854945515146983559</id><published>2007-09-20T23:06:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T23:34:00.807+03:00</updated><title type='text'>First thing..make your blog</title><content type='html'>Vazand ca e la moda sa ai un blog, am zis sa imi fac si eu unul ca, vorba aia :"e moka si super tare".&lt;br /&gt;        Asadar mi-am aprins calculatorul si am cerut ajutorul pe messenger ( si ala e moka si super tare) cuiva care stiu ca avea blog(mersi). Am primit adresa, am primit indicatiile...si am inceput sa imi creez un cont. Zis si facut, iar faptul ca voi cititi ce scriu eu aici e rezultatul a 5 minute de dat clicuri si scris parole si adrese de e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Pai...cred ca e de ajuns pentru prima zi:P&lt;br /&gt;Acu ma duk sa mananc, pentru ca o sa vina ora sa plec la serviciu, si iara o sa am fluturi in stomac(sunt indragostit de mancare:P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8710274267290390658-854945515146983559?l=skagul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/feeds/854945515146983559/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8710274267290390658&amp;postID=854945515146983559' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/854945515146983559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8710274267290390658/posts/default/854945515146983559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skagul.blogspot.com/2007/09/first-thingmake-your-blog.html' title='First thing..make your blog'/><author><name>IhearLights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06505717141832738224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
