<?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-6450868305014390361</id><updated>2011-12-04T16:58:34.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blog me? blog you!</title><subtitle type='html'>Nature is change! The part that we can influence! And it starts.. when we decide!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mr.BiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737464169881949268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/ScGMWdjT2aI/AAAAAAAAALM/6lfo8j86Uhw/S220/DSC06040.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450868305014390361.post-1800651635075247522</id><published>2009-12-06T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T04:40:57.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CUT &amp; SLASH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;To cut and to slash are two different things. Cutting, whatever form of cutting it is, is decisive, with a resolute spirit. Slashing is nothing more than touching the enemy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Even if you slash strongly, and even if the enemy dies instantly, it is still.. slashing. When you cut, your spirit is resolved. You must appreciate this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;If you first slash the enemy's hands or legs, you must then cut strongly. Slashing is in spirit the same as touching. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;When you realize this, they become indistinguishable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Learn this well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I just wanted to share with you a fragment of "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A BOOK OF FIVE RINGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;" (go rin no sho) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Miyamoto Musashi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450868305014390361-1800651635075247522?l=blog-me-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/feeds/1800651635075247522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6450868305014390361&amp;postID=1800651635075247522' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/1800651635075247522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/1800651635075247522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/2009/12/cut-slash.html' title='CUT &amp; SLASH'/><author><name>Mr.BiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737464169881949268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/ScGMWdjT2aI/AAAAAAAAALM/6lfo8j86Uhw/S220/DSC06040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450868305014390361.post-9133054604610526210</id><published>2009-10-04T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T11:49:17.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The new..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little, yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read.&lt;br /&gt;But the bitter truth we critics must face is that in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is probably more meaningful than our criticism designating it so.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are times when a critic truly risks something and that is in the discovery and defense of the new.&lt;br /&gt;The world is often unkind to new talent, new creations. The new needs friends."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://encosion.tumblr.com/post/85123037/modern-art-i-could-do-that-yeah-but-you"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388792183115848402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/SsjV8IMFmtI/AAAAAAAAAME/e8bwn2Iy6Fs/s320/modern_art.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Trebuie sa zic mai mult? E vorba de faptul ca unii chiar incearca sa faca ceva.. dar tu ce faci? Ok, te iei de ceilalti.. dar.. tu, ce faci? Da, cred ca cei de la Durex stiu ca prezervativele au o rata de protectie de doar 99%.. Si da, stiu si ei ca acel 1% inseamna deajuns de mult. Dar era mai bine daca nu se inventau prezervativele? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Hmm.. hai sa le facem.. Dar.. nuuuu! Au o rata de protectie doar 99%.. Aaahh.. da? Nu e bine.. trebuie sa incercam altceva..] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dar trebuie sa privesti partea plina a paharului.. :) Defapt.. nu trebuie, dar ai putea sa incerci!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Bineintele ca fiecare are un milion de probleme pe cap. Si necazurile tot vin.. life's a bitch :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Dar daca te concentrezi doar la ce-i urat in viatza asta.. pierzi tot ce-i mai frumos din ea.. Da, orice moment e la fel de bun ca oricare altul.. Si asta se aplica la orice.. indiferent ca e vorba de diaree sau durere.. sau ce mai zici tu acolo. Astea se intampla fie ca vrei sau nu vrei. Lucrurile bune, de multe ori.. trebuie sa le aduci singur in viatza ta. Lucrurile bune pot incepe la fel de bine.. oriunde. Doar ca pe astea.. le vrei in viata ta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tu &lt;a href="http://jackrider.wordpress.com/2009/08/27/what-can-begin-here/"&gt;Jack&lt;/a&gt;, stii toate astea.. but &lt;em&gt;"We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read.."&lt;/em&gt; right? Te grabesti sa judeci niste oameni despre care nu stii nimic. Te-ai uitat putin stanga.. dreapta.. sa vedem ce-au zis si altii.. Dar tu ti-ai pastrat ideea pe care ai pornit.. Cand e ultima oara cand ai incercat tu sa faci un filmuletz? Sau.. nu stiu.. sa faci ceva.. pentru ceilalti.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Cat despre injuraturi.. :) nici vorba, i'd like to think i'm above that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Dar tu &lt;a href="http://thismuch.wordpress.com/2009/08/28/reply-what-can-begin-here/"&gt;Dani&lt;/a&gt;.. de ce te bagi? Nu stii ce zici.. but&lt;em&gt; negative criticism rules..&lt;/em&gt; huh? Doar.. daca zice Jack.. then it must be true.. Recent ai inceput sa scrii si tu ceva &lt;strong&gt;de la tine&lt;/strong&gt; pe blogul care n-are nici cateva luni.. :) Nici macar nu ti-ai facut temele in privinta mea si nici in legatura cu campania asta.. You've got some problems with your love life.. it happens to the best of us.. dar nu trebuie sa te resemnezi, esti abia la inceput.. :) Sadly.. that's true.. right? :( Btw, you don't need duck tape to keep someone close to you.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esti exact ce vrei.. exact ce cumperi.. Si-ar trebui sa-ti revii [..] in loc sa te superi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450868305014390361-9133054604610526210?l=blog-me-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/feeds/9133054604610526210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6450868305014390361&amp;postID=9133054604610526210' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/9133054604610526210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/9133054604610526210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/2009/10/new.html' title='The new..'/><author><name>Mr.BiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737464169881949268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/ScGMWdjT2aI/AAAAAAAAALM/6lfo8j86Uhw/S220/DSC06040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/SsjV8IMFmtI/AAAAAAAAAME/e8bwn2Iy6Fs/s72-c/modern_art.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450868305014390361.post-3262872279324224258</id><published>2009-09-05T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T10:03:50.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Many things..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Many things happened since my last post.. but i'll only tell a few.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/anarquiafotografica/3800057259/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/anarquiafotografica/3800057259/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://http501.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-can-begin-here.html?showComment=1252167785400#c6923122295141862040"&gt;http://http501.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-can-begin-here.html?showComment=1252167785400#c6923122295141862040&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus ca pe 11.09.2009 - adica vineri.. incepand cu ora 18:30 are loc ARTFALL EXPO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378023301028054994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/SqKTssONB9I/AAAAAAAAAL8/5O85C1ccjWc/s320/artfallexpo_lcbh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;un eveniment creat de Florian: &lt;a href="http://jurnaldezbor.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://jurnaldezbor.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt; check it out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be there.. There's also a party after..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for me.. i'm still alive.. and kicking.. there's so much i want to say.. yet.. so little comes in my mind.. i guess it's this music.. bringing me down.. but i'm not going down.. i'll face the music.. despite all this stuff going on.. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll get back soon.. with a slideshow with most of the pictures i got from you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450868305014390361-3262872279324224258?l=blog-me-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/feeds/3262872279324224258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6450868305014390361&amp;postID=3262872279324224258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/3262872279324224258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/3262872279324224258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/2009/09/many-things.html' title='Many things..'/><author><name>Mr.BiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737464169881949268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/ScGMWdjT2aI/AAAAAAAAALM/6lfo8j86Uhw/S220/DSC06040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/SqKTssONB9I/AAAAAAAAAL8/5O85C1ccjWc/s72-c/artfallexpo_lcbh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450868305014390361.post-787509035705345056</id><published>2009-08-11T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T14:06:50.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE CAN BEGIN HERE - The Movie</title><content type='html'>We had fun making it.. you have fun watching it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ju8G_5jcWsI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ju8G_5jcWsI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" 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/6450868305014390361-787509035705345056?l=blog-me-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/feeds/787509035705345056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6450868305014390361&amp;postID=787509035705345056' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/787509035705345056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/787509035705345056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-can-begin-here-movie.html' title='LOVE CAN BEGIN HERE - The Movie'/><author><name>Mr.BiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737464169881949268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/ScGMWdjT2aI/AAAAAAAAALM/6lfo8j86Uhw/S220/DSC06040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450868305014390361.post-6665099158791194641</id><published>2009-06-08T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T02:25:51.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To care.. or not to care.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is that the right question?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Discutie cu o fata care.. ca si oricine altcineva are dreptul la o parere.. a ei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mr.BiG: ..btw.. ai aruncat un ochi si pe blogu` meu?&lt;br /&gt;Friend: ai un comentariu&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: ma uit acum&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: :-?&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: cauza pierduta?&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: :-/ what makes you say that?&lt;br /&gt;Friend: dunno....asta cred&lt;br /&gt;Friend: eu am incetat sa incerc sa schimb lumea&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: :)&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: why?&lt;br /&gt;Friend: pt ce pana la urma?&lt;br /&gt;Friend: de ce sa ma chinui eu pt altii?&lt;br /&gt;Friend: am lucruri mai importante de facut&lt;br /&gt;Friend: ;)&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: :-?&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: pentru tine&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: ?&lt;br /&gt;Friend: da&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: :) hai sa-ti spun eu versiunea mea..&lt;br /&gt;Friend: pai am citit versiunea ta pe blog....mi`ai cerut parerea - asta e...&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: ideea e ca.. tie-ti place ce vezi in jurul tau?&lt;br /&gt;Friend: nu ma mai intereseaza&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: ..de la tigani.. la oameni prosti.. morocanosi.. tristi.. etc?&lt;br /&gt;Friend: am vazut destule..asta e ideea&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: asa&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: si.. mai bine le tratezi cu indiferenta sau incerci sa schimbi ceva?&lt;br /&gt;Friend: da. e mai usor&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: adica.. decat sa ma 'mut pe o insula' mai bine fac ceva in privinta asta&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: :)) normal ca e mai usor..&lt;br /&gt;Friend: pt ca de schimbat oricum nu ai sa reusesti&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: dar.. it's not the way it's suposed to be&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: ba o sa reusesc&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: :)&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: poate nu doar cu stickerele mele..&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: dar.. am multe in minte..&lt;br /&gt;Friend: i don`t give a fuck ca nu e the way it should&lt;br /&gt;Friend: ca pana la urma nimeni nu stie exact cum ar trebui&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: what do you give a fuck for?&lt;br /&gt;Friend: me&lt;br /&gt;Friend: myself&lt;br /&gt;Friend: and i&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: :D&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: mmkay.. asta inseamna ca nu-ti pasa de nimic din jurul tau?&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: dar.. vrei ca celorlalti sa le pese de tine?&lt;br /&gt;Friend: n`o lua asa&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: ba exact asa e&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: iei totul ca atare&lt;br /&gt;Friend: nu&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: customize.. create!&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: de ce sa iei totul asa cum ti se da?&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: si sa-l dai mai departe la fel?&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: :-??&lt;br /&gt;Friend: customize in coltisorul meu&lt;br /&gt;Friend: astfel incat sa`mi fie bine&lt;br /&gt;Friend: si asa cum vreau&lt;br /&gt;Friend: the others don`t give a fuck&lt;br /&gt;Friend: why should i?&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: si cum ar fi daca toata lumea ar fi asa cum e coltisorul tau.. adica.. bine?&lt;br /&gt;Friend: ntz&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: tre' sa incepi de undeva.. nu?&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: daca pleci pe premisa asta nu ajungi nicaieri..&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: te iei la intrecere cu ceilalti? sa vedem cui ii pasa mai putin?&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: :-??&lt;br /&gt;Friend: da` nu vreau sa ajung undeva pt ca nu am inceput nimic...that`s the point actually&lt;br /&gt;Friend: nu ma intrec cu nimeni ...imi vad de VIATA MEA&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: :) cand nu stii unde vrei sa ajungi.. orice plan.. e un planbun&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: pai prin simplu fapt ca nu faci nimic.. desi ai putea.. faci ceva&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: si iti dau un exemplu perfect:&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: just a sec.. sa dau search pe youtube&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: :D&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: uita-te.. pls..&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: are un minut filmuletzul..&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: si la sfarsit e o intrebare..&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: da-mi si mie un raspuns sincer la ea&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: :)&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5RWGCxz3nMI&lt;br /&gt;Friend: :)&lt;br /&gt;Friend: mda&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: mda.. what?&lt;br /&gt;Friend: mda am vazut fimuletul&lt;br /&gt;Friend: :)&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: ..and? :)&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: scuze.. mi-a picat netu..&lt;br /&gt;Mr.BiG: :-&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friend: :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friend: scuze si eu...dar vb in jumatate de ora? :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mr.BiG: ok ..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friend has signed out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"An eye for eye only ends up making the whole world blind."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450868305014390361-6665099158791194641?l=blog-me-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/feeds/6665099158791194641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6450868305014390361&amp;postID=6665099158791194641' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/6665099158791194641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/6665099158791194641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-care-or-not-to-care.html' title='To care.. or not to care.'/><author><name>Mr.BiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737464169881949268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/ScGMWdjT2aI/AAAAAAAAALM/6lfo8j86Uhw/S220/DSC06040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450868305014390361.post-4524228601268536760</id><published>2009-05-19T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T06:19:06.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold shower..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;plictisitule&lt;/strong&gt; has left a new comment on your post &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-can-begin-here.html?showComment=1242645480000#c3048894824140752731" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love can begin here..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;":&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Gigele, inceteaza cu poluarea... Ia gandeste-te: daca fiecare se apuca sa lipeasca "stickere" pe unde il trazneste pe el in vis noaptea (pentru ca nu pot sa ma gandesc ca ai vreo alta explicatie pentru MISCAREA asta a ta) cum ar arata lumea. Urmatorul pas este sa te joci paintball prin oras, nu? Ca doar e dreptul tau... Si in plus, hartia aia vine din copaci .. dar ce conteaza natura, atata timp cand ne iubim, nu? Hai sictir!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ha! Deci mai sunt si dintr-astia printre noi.. huh? Ca in ultima vreme intalnesc tot mai putini. Poate nu-i mai observ.. pentru ca sunt prea multi 'de partea mea' dar.. tre' sa mai ai parte si de cate un 'dus rece' dintr-asta.. ca sa vezi ca.. deh, nu-i poti multumi pe toti. Chestia e ca nu incerc.. partea si mai buna e ca nu ma (mai) afecteaza.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Parerea mea? E ca asta e opinia lui.. si e indreptatit sa creada ce vrea. Probabil lucreaza la &lt;strong&gt;RATB&lt;/strong&gt; si atunci.. deh, nu-l condamn.. pt ca muuulte trolee sunt pline de stickerele mele. But hey.. you wanna' make an omelet.. you gotta' break some eggs! And that's the price to pay.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Totusi nu reusesc sa inteleg ce-l deranjeaza mai mult. Faptul ca pun stickere peste tot pe unde merg.. sau ca stickerele mele nu-s ecologice? :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Da, e dreptul tau sa faci ce vrei.. e dreptul tau sa mergi intr-o masina cu 100 km/h si sa nu tii mainile pe volan.. but that don't make it a good fucking ideea! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Remember this 'Gigele': We are what we do in this world.. i chose to do something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;How about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450868305014390361-4524228601268536760?l=blog-me-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/feeds/4524228601268536760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6450868305014390361&amp;postID=4524228601268536760' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/4524228601268536760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/4524228601268536760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/2009/05/cold-shower.html' title='Cold shower..'/><author><name>Mr.BiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737464169881949268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/ScGMWdjT2aI/AAAAAAAAALM/6lfo8j86Uhw/S220/DSC06040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450868305014390361.post-6848777635904133796</id><published>2009-04-18T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T03:12:45.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts..</title><content type='html'>Atunci cand un loc ti-e familiar.. nu mai esti atent la detalii.. vezi doar ce 'nu e la locul lui' sau ce te intereseaza.. pe moment (oamenii care trec, detalii.. etc) Atunci cand n-ai mai fost pe-acolo niciodata nu ai localizate 'in spatiu' toate lucrurile din jurul tau.. si esti mult mai atent la ce te inconjoara..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spre exemplu: drumul din scara blocului pana in statia lu` 313 il merg aproape.. mecanic, pe acelasi traseu constant.. (pentru ca e foarte scurt..) si intr-o dimineatza cum mergeam eu si imi puneam o casca in ureche.. cu cealalta mana porneam ipodul si ma uitam sa nu dea vreo masina peste mine.. am uitat sa ma aplec putin ca sa nu ma lovesc iar de aceeasi crengutza peste care am dat si cu o zi inainte.. si acum 2 zile.. samd. Si bineinteles, azi n-a fost o exceptie.. si m-am intors.. din reflex.. si am vazut o schimbare: era verdee! Eh si in clipa aia am mai deschis putin ochii ca sa vad ca si resul pomilor prindeau tot mai mult culoare.. mi-am tinut ochii 'deschisi' pana am ajuns la servici.. si de fiecare data cand ieseam la tigara.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In dreapta, sus.. e un 'sondaj'.. care a pornit atunci cand cineva m-a intrebat de stickerele mele.. Am inceput sa ii povestesc.. M-a ascultat.. mici intrebari pe parcursul discutiei.. si la sfarsit m-a intrebat ceva ..la care n-am stiut sa raspund: "Has everything you've done so far changed anything?" N-am stiut sa-i raspund.. Anyway.. mi-a dat de gandit.. si pe modelul "Intrebarilor de luni" o sa pun si eu.. din cand in cand.. cate o intrebare 'publica'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zilele trecute am gasit si asta pe YouTube.. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QYey7N-TAC4"&gt;[link]&lt;/a&gt; si mi-a placut.. in scurt timp o sa pun si eu filmuletzul cu pozele pe care le-am strans pana acum.. it's still work in progress.. deci o sa mai dureze ceva.. ca si site-ul dealtfel. :-( stiu ca nu asta vreti sa auziti.. dar.. sunt critic cu munca mea.. iar daca mie nu-mi place.. nu dau mai departe! :D deeci.. raabdaare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world needs a change.. They know it! ..and they're going to embrace it.. all they need is a push in the right direction!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450868305014390361-6848777635904133796?l=blog-me-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/feeds/6848777635904133796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6450868305014390361&amp;postID=6848777635904133796' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/6848777635904133796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/6848777635904133796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts..'/><author><name>Mr.BiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737464169881949268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/ScGMWdjT2aI/AAAAAAAAALM/6lfo8j86Uhw/S220/DSC06040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450868305014390361.post-1855349854912774666</id><published>2009-03-18T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T16:45:58.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ai 7 minute libere?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One piece of advice: DON'T SEEK! let it flow.. si inainte sa te uiti.. asigura-te ca ai 7 minute in care sa nu faci altceva.. It's gonna' be worth your time!&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wQ5boOTyz_4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wQ5boOTyz_4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Genial.. it's &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;simple.. :) &lt;a href="http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/2008/11/pay-it-forward.html?showComment=1237389600000#c5909743970777494506"&gt;Cristina&lt;/a&gt;, tin sa iti multumesc pentru ca mi-ai aratat filmuletul asta.. am ras cu lacrimi de fiecare data.. si l-am vazut de vreo 5-6 ori la rand :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cea mai usoara modalitate sa-i faci pe ceilalti sa zimbeasca.. si chiar sa rada cu pofta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450868305014390361-1855349854912774666?l=blog-me-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/feeds/1855349854912774666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6450868305014390361&amp;postID=1855349854912774666' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/1855349854912774666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/1855349854912774666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/2009/03/ai-7-minute-libere.html' title='Ai 7 minute libere?'/><author><name>Mr.BiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737464169881949268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/ScGMWdjT2aI/AAAAAAAAALM/6lfo8j86Uhw/S220/DSC06040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450868305014390361.post-6672618781242588169</id><published>2009-03-13T09:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T09:44:19.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nu s-a gandit nimeni si la mine pentru o 'leapsa' asa ca am luat-o de la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cespuneluissa.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Luissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, pentru ca imi place ideea. So.. here it goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunt &lt;/strong&gt;in centrul atentiei.. de multe ori fara voia mea si.. de si mai multe ori nu stiu ce sa fac cu mainile.. sau am emotii.. sau imi pierd ideea. Alteori sunt tipul retras, care asculta linistit.. si nu intervine in discutie decat daca are ceva de zis (si-atunci sunt doua-trei vorbe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As vrea&lt;/strong&gt; ca ziua sa aibe 32 de ore.. sa am timp sa fac mai multe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pastrez&lt;/strong&gt; cartele de la telecabina din sinaia.. hartiutze.. cutii interesante de chibrituri.. bilete de film.. arhive de mess de cativa ani si alte prostioare de genu`..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mi-as dori&lt;/strong&gt; sa reusesc 'sa schimb lumea' :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nu imi place&lt;/strong&gt; ploaia cand imi strica planurile. Nu-mi place ceaiul cu lamaie si nu beau gin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma tem&lt;/strong&gt; de cainii vagabonzi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nu pot sa inteleg&lt;/strong&gt; rautatea unora..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aud &lt;/strong&gt;si vad multe.. dar le selectez si dau mai departe doar ce merita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imi pare rau&lt;/strong&gt; pentru muulte lucruri facute. O sa incerc sa nu mai fac!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Putini oameni &lt;/strong&gt;inteleg felul meu de-a fi.. muzica pe care o ascult.. lucrurile care le fac.. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mi plac&lt;/strong&gt; oamenii care zimbesc in metrou..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nu sunt&lt;/strong&gt; decat la inceput! I'm gettin' there.. sooner or later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cant..&lt;/strong&gt; hmm.. cant? eu? cand? :D Eh.. uneori la vreun karaoke.. si sub dush.. da' mi s-a udat mp3-u` :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joc teatru&lt;/strong&gt; uneori, pentru ca o mica minciuna nevinovata.. face cat 1000 de adevaruri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Niciodata&lt;/strong&gt; nu mi-au placut manelele! :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vad &lt;/strong&gt;lucruri pe care altii le trec cu vederea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rar&lt;/strong&gt; imi place cum imi sta parul. Si la fel de rar am o parere buna despre mine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plang..&lt;/strong&gt; :) nu plang. Nici macar atunci cand ar trebui. Nu pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nu imi place&lt;/strong&gt; sa ma trezesc singur. Nu-mi place sa fumez singur. Nu-mi place sa-mi beau cafeaua singur. Ia-mi orice.. (calculator.. net.. telefon mobil.. orice!) dar nu-mi lua oamenii din jurul meu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am nevoie&lt;/strong&gt; de o motivatie pentru orice fac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ar trebui&lt;/strong&gt; sa invatz sa nu mai pierd timpul si sa nu ma mai pierd in detalii.. aa.. si sa ma las de fumat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm... n-am mai fost de mult asa.. deschis :) Hope you enjoy it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eh.. si dau si eu mai departe: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://multimea-vida.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Otilia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bethelastonetoknow.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://roxcumvreitu.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; si &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://victorvido.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450868305014390361-6672618781242588169?l=blog-me-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/feeds/6672618781242588169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6450868305014390361&amp;postID=6672618781242588169' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/6672618781242588169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/6672618781242588169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/2009/03/leapsa.html' title='Leapsa'/><author><name>Mr.BiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737464169881949268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/ScGMWdjT2aI/AAAAAAAAALM/6lfo8j86Uhw/S220/DSC06040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450868305014390361.post-4750740865206859591</id><published>2009-02-23T10:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T10:53:54.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank you.. for helping me with all this.. It's not something I can do on my own.. but with your help we can make a diference! Someone asked me: "is it a 'one man campain' ?" and it made me wonder.. is it? But it's not.. I only play a small part in all this.. it's you people who actually made it work.. so, &lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU!&lt;/strong&gt; All of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Here's a few bits and pieces of what you've said, pictures and comments this one is my personal favorite:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sophie.baudelaire &lt;/strong&gt;has left a new comment on your post "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love can begin here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;": &lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;&lt;in&gt;love can begin here... and it really happened... intr-un sfarsit de sweet november. e aproape o forma de manipulare a opiniei publice, dar intr-un mod atat de extatic incat zambetu-mi se incapataneaza sa persiste.&gt;&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/SY80p6MolHI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Oww0GQHoSyQ/s1600-h/LCBH+-+klaus7.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300513181039891570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/SY80p6MolHI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Oww0GQHoSyQ/s320/LCBH+-+klaus7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Statia de metrou, asteptare, totul pare amortit cand de pe scaun, vad un abtibild care ma “misca” un putin…cateodata poate e chiar asa, “&lt;strong&gt;love can begin here&lt;/strong&gt;”…pe un scaun, pe o scara in urcare, in coborare, la metrou, intr-un parc, la etajul 10 sau oriunde…"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/SY80RRbt81I/AAAAAAAAAGw/gFJpo-CVtko/s1600-h/lcbh-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300512757780443986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/SY80RRbt81I/AAAAAAAAAGw/gFJpo-CVtko/s320/lcbh-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300512029521273714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/SY8zm4dM43I/AAAAAAAAAGg/PmWw_bcxQ0g/s320/LOVE+CAN+BEGIN+HERE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300512486954237522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/SY80Bght_lI/AAAAAAAAAGo/aDCxsGGY8AM/s320/lcbh-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Apropos, ieri, in troleul 85 nu am vazut unul, ci 4 stickere "&lt;strong&gt;LOVE CAN BEGIN HERE&lt;/strong&gt;" !!! :)) So, they do exist...&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305645746339658658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/SaFwsh6jO6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/y7C88Ql0LOs/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305646065037985058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/SaFw_FKJxSI/AAAAAAAAAHI/mEieSvm5F4M/s320/lcbh-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Salut....pe la noi pe la Cj nu am vazut abtibildul cu "&lt;strong&gt;Love can begin here&lt;/strong&gt;".As vrea si eu macar unul sa-l pun la intrarea in camin.Spor la treburi"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/nichitus.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-can-begin-here.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305646864382950466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/SaFxtm81_EI/AAAAAAAAAH4/IgtAX7S3V94/s320/love_can_begin_here.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305646312116865986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/SaFxNdmWS8I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/wrL6y99LAZU/s320/DSC_0056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ma amuza faptul ca toate porcarioarele alea cu "&lt;strong&gt;Love can begin here&lt;/strong&gt;" sunt putin jupuite.&lt;br /&gt;Vrem cu totii sa fim iubiti, eh? De parca jupuirea "&lt;strong&gt;Love can begin here&lt;/strong&gt;"-urilor va ajuta cu ceva. /:) :) Somn usor."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305646742205056018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/SaFxmfzXRBI/AAAAAAAAAHw/tIyfQupjTFw/s320/Love+can+begin+here+-+Lucia.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"ah deci tu esti in charge of &lt;strong&gt;"love cand begin here"&lt;/strong&gt; ? pfu....mi se pare o idee super, te admir pentru gest si pentru initiativa. congrats! Charlie."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305646673465202642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/SaFxifugV9I/AAAAAAAAAHo/BweSrlyFGNs/s320/lcbh-9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"astă seară în drum spre gară. într-un 85. &lt;strong&gt;love can begein here&lt;/strong&gt;. am zâbit şi mi-am zis cât de tareeee... m-a chinuit să fac o poznă fromoasă să arăt la lume... dar acumulatorii mei erau morşi deja. is şi bătrâni, dar oricum toata ziua a fo numai bună de făcut pozne.tare. tare. love cand begin here."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305646569784609954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/SaFxcdfIDKI/AAAAAAAAAHg/qeCWWUoSvJg/s320/lcbh-7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"e ceva in genul celor de la black eyed peas cu &lt;strong&gt;"where is the love?"&lt;/strong&gt; si cu stickerele cu semnul de intrebare.. m-a trecut un fior cand l-am vazut in metrou la unirii..si i-am dat search-ul corespunzator de google..si iata-te..imi place mult ideea. da-i inainte!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305646469047858706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/SaFxWmNnNhI/AAAAAAAAAHY/gucuy21qslM/s320/lcbh-8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Nu am postat tot ce era, pentru ca sunt preaa multe :D dar.. asa.. cat-de-cat sa va faceti o idee, pentru cei care nu stiu, pentru cei care vor sa stie si pentru cei care imi rup &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;stickerele :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Our lifes are defined by our opportunities, even by the ones we miss.."&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/6450868305014390361-4750740865206859591?l=blog-me-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/feeds/4750740865206859591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6450868305014390361&amp;postID=4750740865206859591' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/4750740865206859591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/4750740865206859591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/2009/02/thank-you_23.html' title='Thank you!'/><author><name>Mr.BiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737464169881949268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/ScGMWdjT2aI/AAAAAAAAALM/6lfo8j86Uhw/S220/DSC06040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/SY80p6MolHI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Oww0GQHoSyQ/s72-c/LCBH+-+klaus7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450868305014390361.post-8543170928412460778</id><published>2009-01-11T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T04:52:40.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it all about? (Love can begin here)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I want to change the world.. When you first have this idea in your head.. and you're just thinking about it.. to see if it can be done or not.. to see where you could start.. or at least try to see where you can start doing your homework.. you play a few moves and try to anticipate the first few steps, the plan you're following.. things that could go wrong or things you can't know the result of.. yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The first thing everyone says is either: &lt;em&gt;"It can't be done!"&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;"Oh yeah, I'd like to see that!"&lt;/em&gt; and both of these things motivate me, plus that.. I've got nothing to lose.. :) but if I can accomplish something like that.. we've got a lot to gain. And I could.. maybe.. make a difference.. a change.. in something better! It's something that others won't bother to do.. or even try.. Me? I'm a beliver :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So what could change this ..crazy world? What message could you send out there that won't go unnoticed? What can you say to the world that will make a difference? We do live in a crazy world, created by and for us, and it has it's good and bad parts. Some bad part would be that we became shallow. Nothing it's good enough anymore.. nothing 'moves' you anymore.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I miss the good old days when I was just a kid and I'd ask some girl to be my girlfriend by writing her a small note and leave it in her math book.. or when i was about 5 years old and i went shopping with my mum and bought a bracelet for a girl.. and i barely had the guts to go and give it to her. Maybe I was just a kid or maybe time did not used to be in such a hurry.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everything important it's happening "right now".. and 5 seconds later it's already yesterday's business.. What does it matter anymore for all of us? Money? Power? Maybe freedom. Or maybe.. LOVE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No one belives in LOVE anymore..&lt;/strong&gt; :( It's an abstract subject.. And for those of you who still think &lt;strong&gt;LOVE is a mith&lt;/strong&gt;.. Let me ask you this: why do you do it? Why do you wake up in the morning? Why do you shave? Why go to work? For what? Why do you earn money? To live.. ok.. you're living ..what now? Why keep going? What is the purpose? After you've got all the money you want.. and you buy all the stuff you want.. you go to bed at night.. alone :) No matter how many chicks you sleep with, none of them will be there in the morning, or when the money's gone. &lt;strong&gt;Having sex is good, but making love.. it's beautifull!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're right, you'll like all this 'lots of money thing'.. the cars.. houses.. gadgets.. and whatever you plan to buy next.. but.. I ask you again.. now what? More sex with moron super-models? You'll get tired of all this.. I'm just saying.. have your fun.. all the way! But at some point you'll remember that you've read this :) &lt;em&gt;(..or maybe you're a moron super-model also :)) and you know what they say: &lt;strong&gt;two crackheads can live happily ever after&lt;/strong&gt;!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you've got all the money in the world and you want to see the world.. and you get to the Eiffel Tower or the Priamids.. you'd like a picture.. right? What? You don't want to be alone in that picture? You want someone to enjoy the moment with.. huh? You want to conquer the world all by yourself? It's impossible! And even if you do, why did you do it? Who's gonna be there.. in the picture with you? :) And.. btw, don't you wanna' grow old? Guess what? It's inevitable.. what you can change is either you grow old alone.. or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've said before that we're 6 biliards people in this world.. but we can not expect to be 6 biliards of happy people.. I can't change that.. well.. not all of that, I'm only human :) but I can try an tell you this: &lt;strong&gt;"Life goes on pretty fast, if you don't stop every once in a while.. you could miss it!"&lt;/strong&gt; I can tell you.. &lt;strong&gt;LOVE CAN BEGIN HERE&lt;/strong&gt;.. there.. anywhere.. you just have to go out and do something about it! All you have to do is just &lt;strong&gt;stop and enjoy the view..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway.. I don't want it to be just a sticker on a bicycle that let the others know that you're available.. I want it to reach to you.. I want it to open your eyes.. &lt;strong&gt;FALL IN LOVE!&lt;/strong&gt; It's the greatest thing you'll ever learn! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And if you still think I'm wrong.. YOU tell me what could make you stop for just a second.. and make you think about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450868305014390361-8543170928412460778?l=blog-me-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/feeds/8543170928412460778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6450868305014390361&amp;postID=8543170928412460778' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/8543170928412460778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/8543170928412460778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-is-it-all-about-love-can-begin.html' title='What is it all about? (Love can begin here)'/><author><name>Mr.BiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737464169881949268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/ScGMWdjT2aI/AAAAAAAAALM/6lfo8j86Uhw/S220/DSC06040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450868305014390361.post-4689975566428630853</id><published>2008-12-26T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T06:05:14.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new New Year's Resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First of all.. &lt;strong&gt;change the world&lt;/strong&gt;.. or at least make some progress! Si.. cred ca ma descurc ..incet-incet.. lumea a inceput sa vada stickerele cu &lt;strong&gt;"LOVE CAN BEGIN HERE"&lt;/strong&gt; si sa scrie despre ele.. ma bucur ca am reusit sa ajung cu ele si la &lt;strong&gt;Sinaia&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Piatra Neamt&lt;/strong&gt; si chiar &lt;strong&gt;Madrid&lt;/strong&gt; si &lt;strong&gt;Palma de Mallorca&lt;/strong&gt;.. eh.. si bineinteles prin &lt;strong&gt;Bucuresti&lt;/strong&gt; :) Acum.. daca toate merg asa cum sper eu sa mearga, va afla si mai multa lume despre ele :D iar apoi.. va veni si &lt;strong&gt;"STAGE 3"&lt;/strong&gt; dar.. toate la timpul lor ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Never forget another birthday!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(i'm gonna use Yahoo! Mail for this one.. And I have a feeling it's gonna' remind me of birthday's of people I don't wanna' call to say: "Hey, Happy Birthday!" :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. QUIT SMOKING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;("Why don't you quit smoking.. huh?  -Honey.. I'm trying.. but it's hard..!  -I don't understand.. why you just don't quit! -Aaaight! Why don't you quit yellin'.. huh? Cuz it's hard..")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Trip to Amsterdam..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(with ..or without you! anul trecut am renunta pentru ca am optat in favoarea unei excursii ..in familie cu ai mei, in Germania, dar de data asta nu ma mai razgandesc!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Bungee Jump!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(..and live to tell the story!! =p~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Get more organized.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(organise "all that" spare time, meals, job, extra tasks..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Win AdOr award.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(what.. can't i dream? and btw.. it's not a joke. i really want it. and i'm gonna do what i have to do.. to get it!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Workout!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(that's gonna' be kard to keep up.. but i have a bet to win.. and i will win it! and it will also help me quit smoking!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Un tobogan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(sa definitivez planul pentru toboganul de care tot vorbesc de jum de an..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Find me a little girl who's going to be there when I wake up!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(if &lt;strong&gt;love can begin here/there&lt;/strong&gt; for others.. i'm sure it will work for me 2 :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Win the lottery!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(all I have to do is to figure out how to create a deja-vu :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450868305014390361-4689975566428630853?l=blog-me-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/feeds/4689975566428630853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6450868305014390361&amp;postID=4689975566428630853' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/4689975566428630853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/4689975566428630853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-new-new-years-resolution.html' title='My new New Year&apos;s Resolution'/><author><name>Mr.BiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737464169881949268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/ScGMWdjT2aI/AAAAAAAAALM/6lfo8j86Uhw/S220/DSC06040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450868305014390361.post-7996714165880028007</id><published>2008-12-13T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T08:24:49.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bits and pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ma regasesc iarasi.. Noaptea, tarziu.. cu lumina stinsa.. fara net, cu notepad-uri in care scriu toate astea.. in plain text.. (pentru ca a 2-a zi sa le pun pe net, de la servici).. cu mandalay si bob marley auzindu-se.. in surdina.. pe fundal.. doar eu si gandurile mele. Acum cateva luni, in loc de notepad-uri aveam Photoshop-ul in fatza, pe care, recunosc, nu l-am mai deschis de mult! Si nelipsita tigara.. fara de care, iarasi.. recunosc, nu ma pot concentra. Imi da ragaz sa imi pun gandurile in ordine.. bit by bit and piece by piece.. si sa iasa asa cum le vedeti.. adica.. intr-o dezordine de zile mari.. daar! daca e sa caut ceva.. in dezordinea mea.. gasesc imediat! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O veche si buna prietena mi-a criticat postul cu &lt;strong&gt;"LOVE CAN BEGIN HERE"&lt;/strong&gt;.. iar asta ar trebui sa fie replica mea. Eh.. nu e. &lt;strong&gt;"Changing the world"&lt;/strong&gt; si &lt;strong&gt;"I'll never grow up"&lt;/strong&gt;.. cumulat si cu asta.. vor fi replica. Da, am avut inspiratie. Si timp. Si-am scris. Si-apoi dupa ce m-am uitat pe ce-am scris.. nu prea mi-a mai placut.. pana cand treci in faza in care vrei sa reformulezi aproape fiecare fraza.. dar daca faci asta ori uiti de unde-ai plecat.. (cum mi se intampla des) ori.. nu intelege nimic nimeni..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Draga E, si eu sunt dependent de cei din jur.. Si anume: ia-mi orice din jurul meu.. telefon.. internet.. calculator.. televizor.. (pe care si-asa nu-l am), &lt;em&gt;dar nu-mi lua oamenii din jurul meu&lt;/em&gt;. E ceva de care sunt.. dependent. Interactiunea cu ei.. prieteni.. cunostinte.. agitatia din pasajul de la Unirii.. din metrou.. de pe strada.. de la servici.. de-acasa, chiar.. sunt chestii de care am nevoie.. sunt chestii care te tin.. 'in priza' si nu te lasa sa te plictisesti, chestii de care altii se feresc.. pe care le evita.. eu le vreau!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Si mai sunt dependent de ceva: muzica. (dar.. doar cuvatul asta 'muzica' nu ma ajuta sa va exprim ce vreau sa zic) Si cand spun muzica spun ca sunt dependent de acele piese pe care la ascult cand lucrez.. sau fac ceva care necesita concentrare.. (in cel mai rau caz lucruri monotone.. repetitive..) pe care daca le-as face fara un fir de care sa ma agatz.. si sa-mi iau gandul de la ce fac.. n-as rezista decat cateva minute. Linistea e apasatoare. Nu te auzi decat pe tine tastand.. un catel sau o matza pe-afara si eventual colegul care sforaie.. Daca e liniste ma pierd.. :)) "you can hear your own heart-beats" Imi trebuie ceva care sa ma tina pe linia de plutire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Si mai sunt dependent de inca cateva chestii.. dar asta e alta poveste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nu cautam perfectiunea.. cautam imperfectiunea care ne completeaza perfect.. imperfectiunea noastra. Nu esti un intreg. Nu esti un 'tot unitar'. Nimic nu e. Perfectiunea e finalitatea. Finalitatea inseamna moartea. Perfectiunea e monotonie.. Nu vreau nimic perfect.. Vreau cubul ala cu un colt sfarmat. Pentru ca am eu partea care lipsete, sau partea care (cred eu) ca se potriveste mai bine. Vreau sa cred ca sunt aici pentru un motiv. Iar asta poate fi un motiv deajuns de bun. Iar daca ceilalti se uita si zic: "Mda.. da' e sfarmat.. ce plm mai faci cu el?" eu zic: "n-ai inteles nimic!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ideea e ca.. De ce te trezesti dimineatza? De ce te barbieresti? De ce te duci la serivici? De ce.. continui? Pentru ca nu stii ce va fi! Pentru ca printesele din povesti.. care au trait 'pana la adanci batraneti' te indeamna sa vezi si tu ce inseamna sa 'traiesti pana la adanci batraneti' cu cineva.. Si sa lasi si tu invataminte.. din pataniile tale, pentru ceilalti. Cineva zicea ca daca am sti tot.. si ma refer la TOOOT.. am cadea intr-un plictis inimaginabil. Eh.. ma bucur ca nu stiu tot. Nu ai cum sa compari &lt;em&gt;ce a fost&lt;/em&gt; cu &lt;em&gt;ce va fi&lt;/em&gt;.. pentru ca sunt alte timpuri, alti oameni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vazusem un filmuletz pe youtube in care ziceau unii ca: "Daca esti unul la &lt;strong&gt;un milion&lt;/strong&gt; in China.. inseamna ca mai sunt 16.300 de oameni &lt;strong&gt;la fel cu tine&lt;/strong&gt;!" Te cam descurajeaza gandul asta.. Mai era un filmuletz "Cat de mici suntem.." Cu stele si alte planete IMENS mai mari decat soarele nostru.. care e si-asa IMENS mai mare decat Pamantul nostru amarat. Dar.. daca te concentrezi la ce-i mai urat in viatza asta.. pierzi ce-i mai frumos din ea. Trebuie sa te mai si opresti din toata alergatura asta.. si just.. enjoy! Fuck it.. sunt mii ca ea! (asta e pt Tako!!) Stop crying your heart out! Do something about it! Traieste CLIPA asta care e tot ce mai avem bun.. Unii oameni traiesc o viatza intreaga.. intr-o &lt;strong&gt;clipa&lt;/strong&gt;! (asta e din "Parfum de Femeie")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mda.. berea-si face efectul. Aberatiile ies la iveala. Dar mai vreau sa zic ceva: &lt;strong&gt;"LOVE CAN BEGIN HERE!"&lt;/strong&gt; Un prieten facea mishto zicandu-mi ca orice artist.. inventator.. etc, a fost apreciat abia dupa ce a murit. :)) Atunci stickerele mele or sa mai aibe de asteptat.. pana sa fie apreciate.. hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450868305014390361-7996714165880028007?l=blog-me-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/feeds/7996714165880028007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6450868305014390361&amp;postID=7996714165880028007' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/7996714165880028007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/7996714165880028007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/2008/12/bits-and-pieces.html' title='Bits and pieces'/><author><name>Mr.BiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737464169881949268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/ScGMWdjT2aI/AAAAAAAAALM/6lfo8j86Uhw/S220/DSC06040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450868305014390361.post-4447889311716285175</id><published>2008-12-04T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T07:47:32.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think i'll never grow up..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;..dap! asa e. Nu am zis-o eu.. dar se potriveste atat de bine.. Din totdeauna am gandit si asta.. si intr-o zi am auzit fraza asta care mi-a rezumat toate gandurile in cateva cuvinte: &lt;em&gt;"eu cred ca n-o sa cresc niciodata"&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si acum stai si te gandesti.. de ce sa cresti? Acasa.. la mine, am un motan. Frumos foc.. da' pe cat de frumos, pe-atat de prost! Si il invidiez. Il invidiez in adevaratul sens al cuvantului. De ce n-as putea s fiu si eu asa? Sau.. mai bine.. sa fiu chiar el. Nu face nimic concret toata ziua. (si asta ma duce cu gandul la &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"the natural inclination of men: just waling around.. checking stuff out"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) Mananca ceva.. se mai plimba.. doarme.. sta la soare.. iar isi mai schimba locu`.. il mai necajesc eu cu laserul.. iar mananca ceva si doarme. Ii place sa doarma. Hmm.. stau si ma gandesc ca (trecand peste partea cu laserul) m-as putea obisnui cu stilul asta de viatza: fara griji.. fara nimic care &lt;strong&gt;trebuie facut&lt;/strong&gt;.. fara idealuri (care-ti aduc totdata griji, probleme.. lucruri care nu merg asa cum ar fi trebuit.. etc si tot felul de alte ganduri pe cap).. just.. LIFE. life in plain text. no bold. no italic. no scripts. nothing but plain text.. 10011010101&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eh.. si asta ma duce cu gandul la un unchi de-al meu care mi-a zis o povestioara:"Un om statea pe o plaja. Si.. statea la soare. Un alt om, vine la el si il intreaba: 'Omule, ce faci aici?' Acesta-i raspunde: 'Uite.. stau la soare!' Omul ii zice: Pai.. da, te-am vazut si ieri.. si acum 2 zile.. te vad si azi.. si am venit sa te intreb.. de ce nu faci si tu ceva? Omul care statea la soare, intreaba: 'Pai.. ce sa fac?' 'Pai.. nust.. du-te si tu si fa-ti o unditza.. si incearca sa prinzi niste peste..' 'Bine.. si apoi ce fac?' 'Pai.. nu stiu.. te duci si vinzi pestele ala.. si o sa poti sa iti iei o unditza si mai buna!' 'Si apoi?' 'Si apoi o sa poti sa prinzi si mai mult peste.. si eventual cu dupa ce il vinzi iti iei o barca.. si o sa prinzi si mai mult peste' 'Asa, apoi ce fac?' 'Pai.. te duci si il vinzi si o sa poti sa iti cumperi o barca si mai mare.. si o sa prinzi enorm de mult peste..' 'Si apoi?' 'Si apoi.. vii si iti faci si tu o casutza.. aici, pe plaja, cu sezlonguri.. piscina.. cu de toate.. si o sa stai si tu la soare' Acum.. omul il intreaba pe trecator: 'Pai nu tot la soare stau.. ?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sunt lucruri in viatza, pe care le auzi.. in treacat.. sau ti le povesteste cineva (franturi dintr-o conversatie, imagini, parfumuri, etc) care iti raman in cap. Asa s-a intamplat cu povestioara asta. Si mi-a dat de gandit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Imi place de tine.. imi place cum scrii.. e totul foaarte ok, dar.. tre' sa mai cresti putin!"&lt;/em&gt; Hmm.. Nu vreau sa cresc. Oricum nu e ca si cum as putea sa fac ceva in privinta asta. "Nu fug de tine.. doar ca nici nu vin spre tine!" Vorba fratiorului meu: &lt;em&gt;"M-am prins preaa repede care-i treaba cu cacatu' asta de viatza!"&lt;/em&gt; Mda.. Asta e printre chestiile care le-am invatzat de la el. Si continui sa invatz de la el. Continui sa invatz de la toti cei din jurul meu.. Dar nu vreau sa cresc. Incerc sa pot vedea in continuare lucrurile.. simple. Incerc sa nu-mi complic viatza. Si nici fraza pe care o scriu acum.. dar fara sa vreau fac asta. Si stiu asta. Si m-as plictisi groaznic daca n-as face asta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Revenind la motanul meu.. Ma gandesc ca.. e fericit. N-ar avea de ce sa nu fie.. Si-atunci.. daca el poate fi fericit cu-atat de putin, de ce ne complicam continuu viatza.. in mod constient? It's not about the happiness. It's about the pursuit.. of happiness.. Nu e locul in care vrei sa ajungi atat de important cat e &lt;em&gt;drumul pana acolo&lt;/em&gt;! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450868305014390361-4447889311716285175?l=blog-me-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/feeds/4447889311716285175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6450868305014390361&amp;postID=4447889311716285175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/4447889311716285175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/4447889311716285175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-think-ill-never-grow-up.html' title='I think i&apos;ll never grow up..'/><author><name>Mr.BiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737464169881949268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/ScGMWdjT2aI/AAAAAAAAALM/6lfo8j86Uhw/S220/DSC06040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450868305014390361.post-1928631486990574728</id><published>2008-11-28T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T00:43:48.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing the world..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Changhing the world is a big goal. Asa cum zicea E. It's true. Dar cum o sa stiu daca nu incerc? Si nu vreau sa ajung la 80 de ani sa ma intreb.. da' daca faceam asa.. poate era mai bine! Cacat.. Exact.. "If you were waiting for the opportune moment.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What keeps me going? The thought that I might just do something good. Se spune ca iti trebuie &lt;strong&gt;613&lt;/strong&gt; repetii pentru o piesa de teatru. Daca tu stii ca e greu ..dar nici macar nu incerci sa vezi.. intr-un final, ce iese.. unde ajungi? Ce rost are sa te gandesti 'oricum nu o sa iasa nimic bun..'? Joc sah. Si ajuta! Dar nu si in cazul asta. Pentru ca sunt muult prea multe variabile pe care nici nu te gandesti sa le iei in calcul, nu mai zic sa mai si anticipezi rezultatul.. Si nu, nu poti anticipa toate astea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love.. &lt;strong&gt;LOVE CAN BEGIN HERE!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;The greatest thing you'll ever learn.. is just to love. And be loved in return!&lt;/em&gt; This is what keeps me going! Maybe the only one smiling.. is me. I smile because I belive. I belive because it can happen. And it did happen. And still does every second. And it can happen/begin anywhere. Orice moment e la fel de bun ca oricare altul!! Si-atunci.. de ce nu faci ceva in privintza asta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nu stiu cum e pentru ceilalti.. dar stiu ca atunci cand vreau ceva.. ma duc si-mi iau. Iar daca nu pot sa-mi iau sau.. nu am cum.. sau.. circumstantele sunt de-asa natura incat mi-e imposibil sa ajung acolo unde vreau.. &lt;strong&gt;I MOVE ON!&lt;/strong&gt; Ma ridic de jos.. ma sterg de praf.. si merg mai departe! Dar stiu ca am luat ceva de jos in timp ce m-am ridicat! Nu traiesc cu amintiri.. nu visez la lucruri care n-o sa se intample niciodata.. ca sa stau sa visez o viatza intreaga.. si sa-mi dau seama (cand/daca se intampla) ca nu e ce vreau. N-am zis ca e usor! Am zis ca &lt;em&gt;se poate&lt;/em&gt;! Daca se vrea, se poate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Changing the world.. does it worth it? Merita sa incerc, oricum ar fi. Mai toti care citesc asta o sa imi zica sa incerc sa fac si eu ceva mai 'constructiv' sau.. 'pt mine'. But seeing other people smile.. especially because of me.. it's good enough! Oricum nu poti face lumea asa cum o vrei tu. Si asa cum vezi tu realitatea "intr-un anume fel" asa o vede si alticineva.. "intr-un anume fel" dar.. &lt;em&gt;altfel&lt;/em&gt;. Si atunci ce punct de plecare ai? Punctul tau de vedere. Ala e reperul. E ce te intereseaza pe tine. Dar nu inseamna ca e acelasi ca al celui de langa tine. Din acest motiv poate fi toaata lumea asta fericita: &lt;strong&gt;PENTRU CA NU TOATA LUMEA VREA ACELASI LUCRU&lt;/strong&gt;! Fiecare vrea altceva! Nature is the greatest randomizer.. &lt;strong&gt;EVER&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Starea ta de spirit creaza realitatea!"&lt;/em&gt; Zice o noua prietena.. E ciudat.. ca am citatul asta in minte de cateva luni bune. Si.. asa e? Starea mea de spirit se poate schimba dupa o persoana. O conversatie cu cineva. Un cuvant aruncat aiurea de cineva. Un telefon. La care nici macar nu mi-a raspuns nimeni. Dar imi trece. Dupa 5 minute am uitat.. si am alte ganduri in cap.. alte locuri in care trebuie sa ajung, alte lucruri de facut.. alti oameni cu care sa ma intalnesc. Si-atunci.. care e starea mea de spirit? Oricare ar fi.. e cel putin efemera. Nu tine &lt;em&gt;decat&lt;/em&gt; de mine sa o schimb.. si, respectiv, sa-mi schimb si realitatea, nu? Percepi intr-un anume fel lucrurile atunci cand esti suparat.. si altfel atunci candesti foarte bine-dispus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nu ajungi sa cunosti pe cineva decat in momentul in care Armani de pe tine a cazut.. bratarile de aur nu conteaza.. masina e la scara.. nu ramai cu nimic pe tine decat.. asa cum ai venit pe lumea asta. Ramane exact &lt;em&gt;ceea ce esti&lt;/em&gt;. Si nu asta e cel mai important.. ci conteaza ce faci din punctul ala. Cum atingi.. Atitudinea ta.. felul in care &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ESTI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Atunci.. amandoi sunt cu garda jos. Si nu mai e loc de nici un 'artificiu'. Atunci e totul.. asa cum o sa fie si peste cativa ani.. asa cum e el/ea si in viatza de zi cu zi.. That's my reality. Alea sunt momentele in care iti poti da seama de atat de multe lucruri despre celalat.. Si e ciudat ca muulta lume trece cu vederea momentele astea. Defapt, nu le trec cu vederea.. dar nu vad esentialul. Dar daca ii atragi atentia.. sta si se gandeste. Si-ti da dreptate. Iar daca nu-si aduce aminte, data viitoare va fi muult mai atent(a).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si-atunci.. ce vreau eu sa fac cu stickerele mele..? pe care oricum mi le dezlipeste fiecare persoana cu care intra in contact? :)) Sa ii schimb realitatea.. Sa ii arat ca poate fi mai bine. Daca alege sa faca ceva in privinta asta decat sa accepte totul asa cum i se da, adica.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"default settings"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Lucruri predefinite pe care nici nu ne trece prin cap ca le-am putea schimba. Oooo da! Se poate ..daca vrei! Daca incerci putin sa uiti unde e cuita aia. &lt;em&gt;(outside the box thinking)&lt;/em&gt; Nature.. remembre? The part that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;we can&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; influence! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O buna prietena mi-a zis, cum nu se poate mai sincer.. ca ii place mult cum scriu. Si ea e critica de obicei. Sper sa ii placa si de data asta.Si imi zice ca imi repet statusurile.. :)) it's just a writter's block.. &lt;em&gt;(i'm living in the past.. my clock's one hour fast.. :D u know..)&lt;/em&gt; O alta buna prietena era enervata pe 'optimismul meu'.. Nu cred ca i-am raspuns la ce-a scris ea.. dar promit sa revin curand asupra subiectului! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-am cam pierdut.. si m-am cam abatut de la subiect.. dar, reusesc sa imi tin ochii pe punctul in care vreau sa ajung: concluzia ar fi.. o sa continui sa lipesc stickere cu &lt;strong&gt;"LOVE CAN BEGIN HERE"&lt;/strong&gt;.. Pentru ca ma vad unii ca le lipesc.. 'pe ascuns' in metrou.. si-mi zimbesc! Chiar daca tu, mi le dezlipesti. Chiar daca trec uneori neobservate.. Chiar daca sunt prea putine pentru a face vreo diferenta. &lt;strong&gt;(Give it some time!)&lt;/strong&gt; Chiar daca le regasesc rupte! Le inlocuiesc! Chiar daca nu le vede nimeni. Le vede cine trebuie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai am 612 de repetitii. Si-am intarziat..&lt;br /&gt;Be good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450868305014390361-1928631486990574728?l=blog-me-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/feeds/1928631486990574728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6450868305014390361&amp;postID=1928631486990574728' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/1928631486990574728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/1928631486990574728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/2008/11/changing-world.html' title='Changing the world..'/><author><name>Mr.BiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737464169881949268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/ScGMWdjT2aI/AAAAAAAAALM/6lfo8j86Uhw/S220/DSC06040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450868305014390361.post-3287907426775548419</id><published>2008-11-09T13:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T14:43:15.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love can begin here..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/SRddBhWBaXI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/LEKreXMjNp4/s1600-h/LCBH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266780569945074034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/SRddBhWBaXI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/LEKreXMjNp4/s320/LCBH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;..eu am o vorba: &lt;em&gt;"Tre' sa stii unde sa cauti!"&lt;/em&gt; Si cam asa e.. daca te uiti bine prin oras (deocamdata doar prin Herastrau, Cismigiu, Unirea, pe la universitate si prin Berceni) o sa-l gasesti. Sau o sa te gaseasca el pe tine.. cand te-astepti mai putin. Aaa.. si am uitat sa zic de metrou. Si de Spring. Si de 'mec' :D Cam atat am avut timp sa umblu weekendul asta. Dar.. o sa am grija sa acopar si celelalte zone 'de interes'.. Dar.. tre' sa stii unde sa cauti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O tipa care-mi place mult cum scrie a zis odata: &lt;em&gt;"Orice moment e la fel de bun ca oricare altul!"&lt;/em&gt; ..replica asta mi-a ramas in cap. Si-am stat si m-am gandit: chiar asa e! Si exact acelasi mesaj incerc si eu sa transmit mai departe. It can happen. Toata lumea vrea asta. Si totusi.. nimeni nu face ceva in privinta asta. Faza din Garfield "if you wait.. long enough.. everything comes to you!" ..nu tine. Nu de data asta. Pentru ca nu e vorba de lapte aici :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;"LOVE CAN BEGIN HERE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e o.. miscare(nust daca o pot numi chiar asa.. da' suna bine, nu?) Exact ca si cartonasele acelea negre. E.. ceva ce mi-a trecut mie intr-o zi prin cap. A pornit doar ca un gand.. dar acum stiu si unde vreau sa ajung. Si.. da, o sa aiba si o finalitate. O sa fie ceva care o sa contureze si mai bine 'the big picture'.. Si-am mai si pus in aplicare gandul asta. Si am de gand sa continui.. Si ca de obicei nu-mi pasa de ce cred ceilalti.. unii imi zic sa mai cresc.. altii isi lipesc stickerele pe ghiozdan.. altii zimbesc pur si simplu. I find it interesting. E ceva ce multi altii n-ar face. E ceva.. pentru ceilalti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si totusi.. de ce? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Did I change the world?"&lt;/em&gt; s-a schimbat in.. &lt;em&gt;"I am changing the world.."&lt;/em&gt; (as in.. prezent continuu.. o actiune care a inceput, dar nu s-a terminat inca!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450868305014390361-3287907426775548419?l=blog-me-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/feeds/3287907426775548419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6450868305014390361&amp;postID=3287907426775548419' title='60 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/3287907426775548419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/3287907426775548419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-can-begin-here.html' title='Love can begin here..'/><author><name>Mr.BiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737464169881949268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/ScGMWdjT2aI/AAAAAAAAALM/6lfo8j86Uhw/S220/DSC06040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/SRddBhWBaXI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/LEKreXMjNp4/s72-c/LCBH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>60</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450868305014390361.post-8342986301821137358</id><published>2008-11-07T09:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T14:17:04.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay it forward..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/SRSU1Y7V1lI/AAAAAAAAAFI/EQCavd7Q8jo/s1600-h/big+smile_front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265997509248276050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/SRSU1Y7V1lI/AAAAAAAAAFI/EQCavd7Q8jo/s320/big+smile_front.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to.. you can. How? Dunno.. use your imagination, it helps! Anyway.. it's not 'a must' if you want to.. do it, otherwise.. enjoy! Plus that.. it's not that easy. It's not easy to make a stranger smile because (without even thinking it) they belive you want something in return. And i don't. This explains why there's no phone number on this black little giveaway. It's not ment to 'hook up', but to offer something. A smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I do it? Makes me smile to see others smile.. because of me. Especially because of me. Many people forgot how to smile.. Others say that 'they have no reason to smile'. I just gave you one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/SRS3YKI8khI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t-Ne-YM_GNA/s1600-h/big+smile_back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266035489969574418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/SRS3YKI8khI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/t-Ne-YM_GNA/s320/big+smile_back.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably read this and think that.. "yeah.. sure.. no one does this.. spend money on.. stuff like this!" Well.. I do! Makes me smile.. Stuff like this wakes me up in the morning and keeps me awake till late at night. And the look on that little girl's face when she read it.. Was priceless! She said "than you!" without even moving her lips.. She even stoped crying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's all this? A small black card.. a giveaway.. I give them to strangers. Hoping just for two things: that they speak english.. and they'll smile once they read it. Never encoutered someone who couldn't tell what it says.. Don't even know what I was supose to do.. Many thoughts sound and express better what you want to say.. in english. It's just the way it is. It's a giveaway. You give it.. away. For free. It's ment to remind you.. heey! you forgot your smiles.. It says: "Smile! You've got all the reasons in the world to do it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now.. for the ones that don't belive in it.. and for the ones that still do..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266037429520089266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/SRS5JDh0wLI/AAAAAAAAAFY/txlIiwnGClw/s320/LCBH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is.. the second 'stage' of my.. thing that i'm doing.. it's not a 'movement' ..or maybe it is.. maybe is just an attempt to change the world.. just like in the movie.. This is a sticker.. and you'll probably see them around the town from now on.. It's not related to the little black card.. But they go in the same direction.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It says more something like.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Any moment is as good as any other!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;..do your thing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450868305014390361-8342986301821137358?l=blog-me-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/feeds/8342986301821137358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6450868305014390361&amp;postID=8342986301821137358' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/8342986301821137358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/8342986301821137358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/2008/11/pay-it-forward.html' title='Pay it forward..'/><author><name>Mr.BiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737464169881949268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/ScGMWdjT2aI/AAAAAAAAALM/6lfo8j86Uhw/S220/DSC06040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/SRSU1Y7V1lI/AAAAAAAAAFI/EQCavd7Q8jo/s72-c/big+smile_front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450868305014390361.post-5184678798532269703</id><published>2008-03-27T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T03:37:34.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're not the one for me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4fykZ3PymMo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4fykZ3PymMo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well my heart knows me better than I know myself,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I'm gonna let it do all the talking!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450868305014390361-5184678798532269703?l=blog-me-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/feeds/5184678798532269703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6450868305014390361&amp;postID=5184678798532269703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/5184678798532269703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/5184678798532269703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/2008/03/youre-not-one-for-me.html' title='You&apos;re not the one for me!'/><author><name>Mr.BiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737464169881949268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/ScGMWdjT2aI/AAAAAAAAALM/6lfo8j86Uhw/S220/DSC06040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450868305014390361.post-6444909171027866816</id><published>2008-03-26T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T01:27:08.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate me today</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gOziJi-1hHE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gOziJi-1hHE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hate me today,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hate me tomorrow..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you !!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450868305014390361-6444909171027866816?l=blog-me-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/feeds/6444909171027866816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6450868305014390361&amp;postID=6444909171027866816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/6444909171027866816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/6444909171027866816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/2008/03/hate-me-today.html' title='Hate me today'/><author><name>Mr.BiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737464169881949268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/ScGMWdjT2aI/AAAAAAAAALM/6lfo8j86Uhw/S220/DSC06040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450868305014390361.post-186162927925199931</id><published>2008-03-04T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T14:03:29.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What would make you smile?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QWjDZkY1ILU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QWjDZkY1ILU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's a perfect 10, but she wears a 12&lt;br /&gt;Baby keep a little 2 for me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Nu pot sa zic ca imi place extraordinar de mult piesa.. dar imi plac mult primele doua versuri.. deh.. fiecare intelege ce vrea. Totodata oamenii vad ceea ce se asteapta sa vada.. si nu vorbesc doar de trucurile cu carti ..dar asta e alta poveste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Nu am mai scris de mult aici.. si promit sa nu se mai intample.. aaa....o sa incerc sa fac un rezumat in cateva cuvinte: this 'n' that, job interview, varza, nota 4, IQ, raceala, nopti nedormite, un joc idiot, servetele umede, expirat.. card tricks.. si o fata care nu zimbea, pizza "by Pizza Hut".. and so on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;O dimineatza cu o raceala de-a dreptul enervanta si &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;fara &lt;em&gt;nici un chef&lt;/em&gt;.. In metrou. Toti parca au aceeasi stare ca si mine.. si chiar ma gandeam: "Uite ca.. azi nu zimbesc in drum spre servici. ". E de notat ca abia ma urcasem in metrou.. unde canta un tip la chitara.. la 2-3 pasi de mine.. si sincer sa fiu.. in primele momente nici nu i-am aruncat vreo privire. Ma calca pe nervi!! Mult prea tare si mult prea ritmata piesa latino pe care o canta el. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Un tip la vreo 35 de ani.. mic, indesat, cu plete.. evident si imbracat nu tocmai grozav.. M-a surprins 'cheful' pe care il avea el.. deborda o energie si o stare de &lt;em&gt;"i feel good tana na-na na-na"&lt;/em&gt; de nu m-am putut abtine sa nu zimbesc. Pana sa ma dezmeticesc.. mi-am dat seama ca nu suna chiar atat de rau piesa aia. Iar el se uita la cei din jurul lui si zimbea.. canta si zimbea sincer. Terminase piesa putin inainte de a ajunge in statia urmatoare, trecuse prin tot vagonul si a luat cat i-a dat fiecare.. i-am dat si eu 5 lei. I-a castigat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Eu am luat de la el o portie de buna dispozitie.. care m-a tinut aproape toata ziua. Partea proasta e ca nu toti din metrou erau de aceeasi parere cu mine. Ei nu l-au privit la fel.. si e treaba lor.. corect.. dar sunt unele chestii care nu pot sa le las sa treaca pe langa mine.. in fine, asta-i doar parerea mea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;De obicei eu ii fac pe ceilalti sa zimbeasca.. sau cel putin incerc, dar uite ca din cand in cand mai am si eu nevoie de un zimbet si.. revin la ce am zis eu.. iti trebuie o motivatie pentru tot ce faci. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ok.. acum.. &lt;em&gt;tu&lt;/em&gt; de ce nu zimbesti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450868305014390361-186162927925199931?l=blog-me-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/feeds/186162927925199931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6450868305014390361&amp;postID=186162927925199931' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/186162927925199931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/186162927925199931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-would-make-you-smile.html' title='What would make you smile?'/><author><name>Mr.BiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737464169881949268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/ScGMWdjT2aI/AAAAAAAAALM/6lfo8j86Uhw/S220/DSC06040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450868305014390361.post-707610832334525270</id><published>2008-02-18T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T04:15:57.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just dumb luck..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/R7l2yXCgDmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vO4ui0JerWE/s1600-h/summer-cabbage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168292654934396514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/R7l2yXCgDmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vO4ui0JerWE/s320/summer-cabbage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450868305014390361-707610832334525270?l=blog-me-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/feeds/707610832334525270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6450868305014390361&amp;postID=707610832334525270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/707610832334525270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/707610832334525270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-dumb-luck.html' title='Just dumb luck..'/><author><name>Mr.BiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737464169881949268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/ScGMWdjT2aI/AAAAAAAAALM/6lfo8j86Uhw/S220/DSC06040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/R7l2yXCgDmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vO4ui0JerWE/s72-c/summer-cabbage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450868305014390361.post-1128159052940821687</id><published>2008-02-13T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T01:59:23.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy the silence..</title><content type='html'>..sau cel putin asa ar trebui sa fie. Evident.. nu e asa. Nu ai cum sa 'enjoy the silence' cand toti se claxoneaza ca niste nebuni.. traverseaza besmetic vorbind la telefon si franeaza brusc uitandu-se dupa nust ce fusta. Asculta manele pe telefon.. si nu in casti!! Nuu.. asta ar fi de bun simt. Le asculta (ca sa vezi cat de grijulii sunt) in asa fel incat daca esti in celalalt colt al troleului / tramvaiului / metroului.. etc sa le auzi si tu. Vecini care se intalnesc dupa nust-cat timp in RATB desi stau in acelasi bloc.. si incep sa isi povesteasca.. Retete de muraturi si alte picanterii ale genului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..si totusi e mai liniste ca pana acum. Toate astea le auzeai oricum.. dar.. ca prin vis. Bineinteles erai ajutat. Acum ca nu mai esti ajutat sa scapi de toate astea te lovesti de ele (a mia oara) ca si prima data. Nu a fost mai linistit Bucurestiul nici cand era el cu tine. Dar te tinea ocupat si nu mai auzeai toate tampeniile, te concentrai la ce are el de zis.. ceea ce e putin impropriu spus, pentru ca el zicea exact ceea ce vrei tu sa auzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bineinteles, facea figuri.. te lasa balta atunci cand aveai mai mare nevoie de el si accesoriile pentru el te-au costat aproape cat valoarea lui initiala. In ultima vreme incepuse sa faca figuri mai des si ma asteptam la momentul asta. Doar ca as fi vrut sa mai stea cu mine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca sa dezleg orice 'mister' asupra subiectului discutiei de astazi, inainte sa iti faci tu alte ganduri.. e voba de mp3-ul meu.. care 'era acolo pentru mine' :) te ajuta sa zimbesti din cand in cand.. sau te facea sa-ti pierzi si ultimul strop de rabdare cu el. Da, si eu m-am gandit.. de ce nu mi-as lua altul? Ca si tigarile sau cafeaua pentru unii si asta creeaza o oarecare dependenta. Si nu intri in sevraj daca nu-l ai cu tine.. doar ca e mai bine sa fie acolo. Cei care au stiu despre ce vorbesc. Ceilalti.. se uita la noi.. vizibil deranjati de zgomotul din jur.. parca intrebandu-se 'oare ce asculta acum?' si eu fac la fel cand nu il am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on.. facem slalom.. ... ..intr-o lume mica si murdara asa cum o stii.. eu doar o fac &amp;lt;sarcasm&amp;gt; zimbind.. &amp;lt;&amp;frasl;sarcasm&amp;gt;&lt;sarcasm&gt; ..&lt;/sarcasm&gt;lectiile de sarcasm mi-au prins bine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450868305014390361-1128159052940821687?l=blog-me-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/feeds/1128159052940821687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6450868305014390361&amp;postID=1128159052940821687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/1128159052940821687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/1128159052940821687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/2008/02/enjoy-silence.html' title='Enjoy the silence..'/><author><name>Mr.BiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737464169881949268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/ScGMWdjT2aI/AAAAAAAAALM/6lfo8j86Uhw/S220/DSC06040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450868305014390361.post-6992018340054259449</id><published>2008-02-11T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T00:45:37.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't cry..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Ns59Bmqpms&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Ns59Bmqpms&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/6450868305014390361-6992018340054259449?l=blog-me-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/feeds/6992018340054259449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6450868305014390361&amp;postID=6992018340054259449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/6992018340054259449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/6992018340054259449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/2008/02/dont-cry_11.html' title='Don&apos;t cry..'/><author><name>Mr.BiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737464169881949268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/ScGMWdjT2aI/AAAAAAAAALM/6lfo8j86Uhw/S220/DSC06040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450868305014390361.post-5800709086578218062</id><published>2008-01-30T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T11:14:54.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>De ce..</title><content type='html'>..sunt oameni care mananca shaorma cu furculita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..sunt oameni care cumpara hartia igienica doar dupa ce se asigura ca nu are 'praf' pe ea..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..sunt oameni care merg cu cortul pentru ca nu au un WC aproape..?(sau cel putin nu un WC ca acasa..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..sunt oameni care te suna in interes de serviciu desi constientizeaza faptul ca e sambata seara si ca esti in oras.. si ca tu vezi cine te suna..? Si ca.. evident, n-o sa ii raspunzi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..nu pot sa renunt la cola.. sau la tigari?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..nu pot sa iau o mana de stelutze si sa le aranjez, aleatoriu, pe ecran?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..sunt (aproape) singurul care zimbeste pe strada indiferent ca e luni sau vineri.. indiferent ca se duce sau vine de la servici.. indiferent ca ploua sau e soare afara..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..imi vin cele mai bune idei atunci cand nu am pe ce le nota? Si de ce retin toate prostiile in loc sa tin minte ceva esential.. ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..mi se par atat de multe lucruri atat de usor de facut.. desi probabil nu sunt, desi nu le-am incercat ca sa vad daca mie mi-ar fi usor sau nu.. ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..si totodata, de ce mi se par unele lucruri atat de banale.. si, evident, usor de facut.. desi altii se plang ca nu le pot face..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..ma pierd in detalii?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..folosesc doar doua puncte de suspensie in loc de 3?(ca orice om normal..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450868305014390361-5800709086578218062?l=blog-me-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/feeds/5800709086578218062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6450868305014390361&amp;postID=5800709086578218062' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/5800709086578218062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/5800709086578218062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/2008/01/de-ce.html' title='De ce..'/><author><name>Mr.BiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737464169881949268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/ScGMWdjT2aI/AAAAAAAAALM/6lfo8j86Uhw/S220/DSC06040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450868305014390361.post-5283194519875747427</id><published>2008-01-28T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T14:42:18.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day..</title><content type='html'>muzica tare (Josephine). suna mobilul. abia deschizi ochii. vezi ca e tarziu. te schimbi de haine doar cu un ochi deschis. apoi il deschizi pe celalalt (si il inchizi pe primul) ca sa vezi drumul pana la baie. lumina e parca mai puternica decat de obicei. iti dai un refresh. dar parca nu e deajuns sa te trezeasca. te uiti in oglinda si nu iti vine sa crezi 'ce fatza ai'. te imbraci si pleci. astepti liftul. ajungi in fata blocului. te intorci. ti-ai uitat mobilul, tigarile, banii si portofelul.. bine ca ai gasit cheile in buzunarul de la geaca. puse de-aseara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intr-un final ajungi in statie. ploua. te gandesti ca ti-e lene sa mergi pe jos asa ca te ingramadesti cu inca 30-40 de oameni in autobuz. probabil si ei s-au gandit ca le e lene sa mearga pe jos cele 2 statii pana la metrou. si chiar asa e. majoritatea coboara dupa doar doua statii. sincronizarea e totul! ..cu greu reusesti sa iti pui o casca in ureche.. si realizezi ca nu mai ai acumulatori pt mp3. suna telefonul.. nu apuci sa zici 'da..' ca iti apare pe ecran: "Battery empty!" ..no shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cele 2 statii le faci intr-un sfert de ora, ca.. deh, e trafic. ingramadit.. pe jumatate adormit si intre mosnegi care se cearta de la un joc stupid de table de-aseara. te gandesti ca o sa iti iei acumulatori sa ai tot timpul la tine. de cand ti l-ai luat tot zici asa. trebuie sa cobori mai mult impins de cei din spate care probabil simt ca se apropie statia si nu abia asteapta sa iasa de-acolo... news flash: toata lumea vrea acelasi lucru.. si nici macar nu am ajuns in statieee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in metrou aceeasi atmosfera. macar daca ai bafta nu e la fel de aglomerat si reusesti sa iti gasesti locul.. my 'high' on the way to work is this moment. un loc unde pot sa stau linistit.. fara sa dea altii peste mine.. fara sa trebuiasca sa ma tin.. singura mea grija e bateria de la mp3 care nu stiu daca ma tine pana la Universitate. dar si de grija asta scapi undeva dupa Brancoveanu' de unde incepi sa ii observi pe ceilalti.. te capteaza.. gandurile le sunt atat de evidente pe fatza.. nu stiu daca gasesc 2 oameni care abia asteapta sa ajunga la servici. stiu. nici eu nu 'abia astept sa ajung la servici' in unele zile. azi da. si stiu ca abia astept sa ies de-aici! de la coborarea din metrou si pana in statie la teatrul national. ai timp fix de o tigara. si de un mers lenes pe langa autobuzul care trece (la fel de lenes) pe langa tine. nu poti sa mergi pe langa cladiri picura apa de peste tot.. nu poti sa mergi pe langa sosea ca fara greseala se gaseste unu` care sa te stropeasca..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crezi ca am ajuns? nici macar.. mai am jumatate de drum. intr-un trolebuz care se misca greoi.. si care franeaza atat de brusc uneori. soferi idioti! de ce plm accelereaza atat de mult daca stiu ca n-au unde plm sa mearga mai departe. e trafic. e normal. si el stie asta.. ca nu e prima lui zi in Bucuresti. oricine stie asta.. eh.. se pare ca el nu. si uite-asa pana la capat de linie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some get it.. and some don't. see how that works? welcome to my world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not that bad.. i have better days.. but i don't write about them.. not yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450868305014390361-5283194519875747427?l=blog-me-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/feeds/5283194519875747427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6450868305014390361&amp;postID=5283194519875747427' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/5283194519875747427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/5283194519875747427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/2008/01/another-day.html' title='Another day..'/><author><name>Mr.BiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737464169881949268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/ScGMWdjT2aI/AAAAAAAAALM/6lfo8j86Uhw/S220/DSC06040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450868305014390361.post-7556872876988362368</id><published>2008-01-28T13:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T14:06:44.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The American Dream</title><content type='html'>..primul lucru care l-as face ar fi sa il sun pe Bubu, sa ii zic sa se imbrace si sa vin aici.. dupa ce vine el.. nu mai conteaza.. it's all good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..presupunem ca fata mea e langa mine.. de asta nu o sun si pe ea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..apoi as suna inca cativa prieteni.. (stiu ei cine.. nu e nevoie sa ii enumar..) si i-as lua cu mine.. as pleca.. depaarte.. undeva.. Ibiza.. si apoi.. Amsterdam.. si apoi Paris.. si apoi.. New York.. si apoi Sidney.. si apoi.. who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..intre timp.. pana ne intoarcem noi as da vreo doua.. trei telefoane.. sa aranjez de un party.. unde ar fi invitati toti cunoscutii mei.. toti.. si buni si rai.. ar tine 'n' zile si 'n' nopti.. who cares? nu imi pasa cat e ceasu'.. sau ca tre' sa ajung la serivici.. sau.. ca nust-ce-tre' sa fac..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..as face cadouri.. muulte.. am multi prieteni carora le-ar prinde bine unele lucruri.. si sunt.. cateva persoane.. care m-au impresionat intr-un fel sau altul.. unii oameni chiar vor sa fac ceva.. si nu au cum.. and i'm gonna' help 'em! nu vreau nimic inapoi.. nici n-o sa le zic ca banii sunt de la mine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..nu as da bani celor care isi aduc aminte brusc de mine.. dupa ce au auzit ca am castigat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..o sa dau bani la cativa cersetori cu care ma intalnesc zilnic.. si carora le dau si acum.. din cand in cand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..i'll go away.. i think.. i need some time for miself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..da, pun doar doua puncte de suspensie in loc de trei.. si? am castigat la loto! imi permit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450868305014390361-7556872876988362368?l=blog-me-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/feeds/7556872876988362368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6450868305014390361&amp;postID=7556872876988362368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/7556872876988362368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/7556872876988362368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/2008/01/american-dream.html' title='The American Dream'/><author><name>Mr.BiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737464169881949268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/ScGMWdjT2aI/AAAAAAAAALM/6lfo8j86Uhw/S220/DSC06040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450868305014390361.post-8505288240407176268</id><published>2007-12-05T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T15:04:59.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Year's Resolution</title><content type='html'>A bit early, i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;forget another birthday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(use reminders.. mozilla sun bird organizer.. whatever!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Quit smoking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(this time for real!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Trip to Amsterdam.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(with ..or without you!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Win bet with Paul.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(some of you know what's that about..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Get organized.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(organise "all that" spare time, meals, job, chores, etc.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Win AdOr award.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(what.. can't i dream? and btw.. it's not a joke. i really want it. and i'm gonna do what i have to do.. to get it!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Workout!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(that's gonna' be interesting.. but i have to.. and it will also help me quit smoking!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Find-out what I want to do with my life..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i'm gonna take my time with this one!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Find me a nice little girl who's gonna be there in the morning.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i seriously doubt this one.. that's why it's almost the last thing on this.. 'to do list'.. but i really want to!! oh, and.. i don't really mean 'little' it's just a figure of speach!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Bungee Jump!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(..and live to tell the story! =p~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(..to be continued)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450868305014390361-8505288240407176268?l=blog-me-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/feeds/8505288240407176268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6450868305014390361&amp;postID=8505288240407176268' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/8505288240407176268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/8505288240407176268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-new-years-resolution.html' title='My New Year&apos;s Resolution'/><author><name>Mr.BiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737464169881949268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/ScGMWdjT2aI/AAAAAAAAALM/6lfo8j86Uhw/S220/DSC06040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450868305014390361.post-8379309263091497918</id><published>2007-12-01T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T08:28:14.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the big search..</title><content type='html'>si.. te trezesti intr-o dimineata, evident, singur.. si iti dai seama ca nu esti ca ceilalti. si ca nu ai aceleasi dorinte/asteptari/teluri ca si ceilalti din jurul tau. vrei mai mult. aduci ceva nou pe masa.. si astepti acelasi lucru din partea celuilalt. ceri atat de mult?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;odata ce nu mai esti nou in.. 'domeniu' vezi altfel lucrurile. din momentul in care realizezi ca esti chiar bun la ce faci.. se schimba iarasi datele ecuatiei. vezi ca vrei mai mult decat de obicei. incepi sa selectezi, sa fii atent la detalii sa nu te mai multumesti cu putin si sa te astepti ca si celalalt sa aduca ceva nou. asa ca incepi sa cauti. defapt.. cautai de mult. dar acum stii ce vrei sa gasesti. si esti dispus sa treci cu vederea anumite lucruri. dar sunt altele la care nu vrei sa renunti ..and these are a 'must have'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pe masura ce intalnesti mai multa lume, vezi ca nu e atat de usor de gasit acel 'ceva'. incepi sa vezi pattern-uri in oamenii de langa tine. incepi sa ii vezi 'de departe'.. ca la sah.. stii ce mutari vor face.. iar tu stii bine cum o sa reactionezi.. si partida s-a terminat inainte de a incepe, pentru ca iti dai seama ca o sa ajungi de unde ai plecat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totul pare sa fie ok in primele momente. pentru ca e nou. pentru ca e 'altceva'. pentru ca e euforia necunoscutului.. ce ar fi.. cum ar fi daca.. dar ajungi sa il/o cunosti in profunzime si nu dureaza mult pana vezi ca nu e ce iti doresti. pentru ca ai gasit acelasi pattern sau pentru ca sunt multe lucruri peste care nu vrei sa treci cu vederea.. sau pentru ca te trezesti singur dimineata.. nu conteaza. ideea e ca nu o sa mearga. si ai prevazut asta. dar ai zis ca.. poate ma insel. poate de data asta e alfel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uneori chiar e altfel. uneori gasesti pe cate cineva.. care gandeste la fel ca tine. prea mult la fel. si nu in sensul rau. pentru ca va completati unul pe celalalt. doar ca.. prea bine. ganditi in acelasi moment acelasi lucru.. va intelegeti din priviri.. fiecare aduce cate ceva nou.. totul ar fi ok daca.. ar fi si sincronizare: el/ea are pe altcineva. sau alte planuri. sau.. e departe. etc. partea cu gasitul nu e cea mai mare problema.. cel mai greu e cu sincronizarea.&lt;br /&gt;dar.. asta e alta poveste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450868305014390361-8379309263091497918?l=blog-me-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/feeds/8379309263091497918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6450868305014390361&amp;postID=8379309263091497918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/8379309263091497918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/8379309263091497918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/2007/12/big-search.html' title='the big search..'/><author><name>Mr.BiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737464169881949268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/ScGMWdjT2aI/AAAAAAAAALM/6lfo8j86Uhw/S220/DSC06040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450868305014390361.post-22665020280109613</id><published>2007-11-08T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T06:10:41.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/RzObJpAR07I/AAAAAAAAADI/R2e7dbyN_U8/s1600-h/alone_in_the_crowd_gray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130614990433276850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/RzObJpAR07I/AAAAAAAAADI/R2e7dbyN_U8/s320/alone_in_the_crowd_gray.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't go home often.. to my hometown and.. that's not a good thing. Because it's a beautiful small town.. quiet, everyone knows everyone.. etc. Anyway.. when i do get there.. i meet a lot of people that i know.. used to go to school with me, neighbors.. and i find them exactly where i left them. Same poor minimarket, 'operating' that same broken cash register, selling the same stuff everyday.. to almost the same people. I wonder if he left the market (cuz it's non-stop) since i left.. cause he has the same shirt as he did a couple of months ago..&lt;br /&gt;I wonder.. 'Is that what he's going to do his entire life? Is he happy the way he is?' Tell you what: he's not asking himself these questions! And if he does.. he thinks that if he had to make a change he's going to have to risk a lot of things.. time.. and there's no guarantee he'll succeed. That's true. But he could also hit the JackPot! At least he tried! It takes time. It takes guts.. and a little bit of luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gray. In this case.. equals "average". You'll see what i'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me ask you this: do you like Seinfeld? I do! Brilliant man: awesome jokes and points of view, awful hair. anyway.. he has a problem with the silver medal. "If you take the gold, you feel good. If you take the bronze, well.. at least i got something! But if you take the silver.. it's like.. Congratulations! ..you almost won! You're the number one.. loser!" and that, my folks, is gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gray is when you're like that.. although you can't realise it.. Gray is the bunch of people that appear on the road while the main character is being filmed.. of photographed. Gray is the ones you meet on the street every day.. and sometimes.. someone pops up.. and you can see the difference. A great man once said: "Show me a man who's satisfied with second place, and i'll show you the loser!" Gray is when you're satisfied with second place. When you have nothing else to wish for. Nothing else interesting enough to see or to learn.. Gray is when you've given up.. and you don't realise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot of &lt;em&gt;gray people &lt;/em&gt;i know.. and i learn from the mistakes others make. At least i try. I like changes. It keeps you.. not bored, you get to learn something from it, you get to meet new people, you see that if you don't risk anything you can't win anything.. Have i changed the world? No.. unfortunately. Not yet! But i'll do my best not to be like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(i'll let you guess where this is from.. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Nature is change! The part that we can influence! And it starts when we decide!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Where are you going?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- ..with luck? Forward!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450868305014390361-22665020280109613?l=blog-me-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/feeds/22665020280109613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6450868305014390361&amp;postID=22665020280109613' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/22665020280109613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/22665020280109613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/2007/11/grey.html' title='GRAY'/><author><name>Mr.BiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737464169881949268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/ScGMWdjT2aI/AAAAAAAAALM/6lfo8j86Uhw/S220/DSC06040.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/RzObJpAR07I/AAAAAAAAADI/R2e7dbyN_U8/s72-c/alone_in_the_crowd_gray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450868305014390361.post-4790122599703850873</id><published>2007-11-06T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T00:31:34.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why change?</title><content type='html'>because i lost something. i feel like i lost something.. on the way. i can't really say what, exactly, but i can feel it. don't even know if i want to bring 'it' back. but i know i can't go on like this.&lt;br /&gt;it's no use. i've been like this for a while, i've seen what's it like and now it's time to cool down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why change? why so sudden? but most important is.. how!&lt;br /&gt;for starters i pierced my tongue. boy, that was a shock on a lot of people! and then, the attitude.. i decided to do everything crossed my mind, right then and there! and i became mean.. as in selfish. and i'll eventually have to quit smoking.. then? who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been wondering if i'll ever settle down. do i find someone interesting only because i can't have her? and (in most cases) after i do.. i don't like her anymore. i guess not, cuz. with L. (i talk about her because it didn't happen long time ago) was different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but.. the thing that 'started' this change was.. my behavior. it's a thing i think i've &lt;em&gt;developed &lt;/em&gt;on my own. it's about the opposite sex. so i meet someone. i try to see what's she like an if she's worth the try. then if i do like her i start wondering if she likes me. if she does.. then it's all settled. after a while i get to know her more. and i find stuff that i don't like. so i lose my appetite (not for food or sex, but.. for her). and i start fooling around again. by the time she can tell something's not right.. she gets attached. and (i think) because i try to push her away, she comes towards me even more. we finally break up. she's sad. and i wake up alone. again. you need a reason to wake up, to shave, to smile in the morning. i know i do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weird thing about it is that i can't do it. today i say stop. next morning i wake up with 2 chicks next to me. well.. one (on each side) and i say to miself: "that was not the plan, remember?" ..so i go home and find another "x added you to her messenger list. press next to.."&lt;br /&gt;and she turns out to be smart and a pretty nice girl.. and i get that 'red button' feeling again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if i'll manage to do all that. but at least i got my tongue pierced. hopefully that won't atract more chicks upon me and i'll be able to go on with my boring life..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450868305014390361-4790122599703850873?l=blog-me-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/feeds/4790122599703850873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6450868305014390361&amp;postID=4790122599703850873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/4790122599703850873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/4790122599703850873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/2007/11/why-change.html' title='Why change?'/><author><name>Mr.BiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737464169881949268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/ScGMWdjT2aI/AAAAAAAAALM/6lfo8j86Uhw/S220/DSC06040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450868305014390361.post-9216811623435853905</id><published>2007-11-04T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T01:14:33.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG RED BUTTON</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;curiosity killed the cat. true? but that cat was a happy cat! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;at least died a happy cat! nu multi inteleg asta. eu da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;DON'T PUSH THE RED BUTTON&lt;/strong&gt;" tare sunt curios ce-o sa faci! poti sa nu-l apesi, sa inchizi fereastra si te uiti in continuare la poze cu gagici de pe hi5. dar nu ti-l poti scoate din cap. dar nu poti. e ca o zgarietura care o ai pe cerul gurii. care te enerveaza si te sacaie pentru ca stii ca e acolo. care s-ar vindeca daca nu ai mai da cu limba. dar nu poti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the question that drives us.. ai observat cat de des se intampla asta? in fiecare zi. la orice colt de strada. orice ai face. chiar si in autobuz: te duci sa te intalnesti cu prietena, ai un buchet mare de flori in mana si o cutie de bomboane si ai putea sa o ignori pe blondina care se uita insistentla tine.. de 5 minute. dar nu poti. asa ca te duci la ea. daca o faci, n-o sa te mai poti gandi la altceva. 'ce-ar fi zis? i-ar fi placut de mine? cred ca mi-ar fi dat id-ul ei de mess.. ' 20 de minute mai tarziu, suna telefonul: 'unde esti? te astept de 20 de minute!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'uuuu... what does this button do?' blows up earth.. and hell.. and everything else!asa si? cum poti sa stii daca nu-l apesi? poate nu se intampla nimic. atunci chiarar fi aiurea. de ce sa-l mai pui acolo si sa scrii sub el ca nu trebuie apasat, daca nu se intampla nimic? trebuie sa se intample ceva, cat de mic. si eu trebuiesa stiu ce. trebuie sa vad. trebuie sa aflu. trebuie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e tentatia.. e langa tine. stai si fumezi tigara dupa tigara si te intrebi ce sa faci? desi raspunsul e deja evident. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;si stii ca o sa apesi nenorocitul ala de buton rosu. dar incerci sa iti faci tot felul de scenarii, ce-ar putea fi, ce-ar spune ceilalti. ce ti s-ar putea intampla.. mai intai tie, apoi.. celorlalti. daca ti se intampla ceva rau? poate fi ceva ingrozitor. ai putea incerca sa-l apesi de undeva.. de mai departe. poate asa nu o sa patesti nimic. te uiti in stanga si in dreapta. te asiguri ca nu te vede nimeni.. si.. te razgandesti. iti spui ca nu vrei sa il apesi. esti convins ca nu se va intampla nimic. asa ca mai bine nici nu incerci... dar.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nu poti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.85qm.de/up/BigRedButton.swf"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.85qm.de/up/BigRedButton.swf&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450868305014390361-9216811623435853905?l=blog-me-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/feeds/9216811623435853905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6450868305014390361&amp;postID=9216811623435853905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/9216811623435853905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450868305014390361/posts/default/9216811623435853905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blog-me-away.blogspot.com/2007/11/big-red-button.html' title='BIG RED BUTTON'/><author><name>Mr.BiG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03737464169881949268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFwn5UGAVNc/ScGMWdjT2aI/AAAAAAAAALM/6lfo8j86Uhw/S220/DSC06040.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
