<?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-2748839531097069665</id><updated>2011-10-15T14:44:39.559+03:00</updated><category term='controlori'/><category term='moarte'/><category term='fericire'/><category term='vanilla sky'/><category term='`'/><category term='nedreptate'/><category term='pisici'/><category term='realitate'/><category term='beatles box set'/><category term='colentina'/><category term='kaufland'/><category term='amenda pe autobuz'/><category term='beatles rock band'/><category term='mar adentro'/><category term='09.09.09'/><category term='chuck palahniuk'/><category term='game'/><category term='vis'/><category term='bantuitii'/><category term='the beatles'/><category term='absurd'/><title type='text'>Jai Guru Deva Om!</title><subtitle type='html'>Living is easy with eyes closed...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-4978545150520467575</id><published>2010-06-24T10:14:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T10:24:32.454+03:00</updated><title type='text'>10 more days</title><content type='html'>Uite ca bate si BAC-ul la usa. Toata lumea e stresata si toata lumea aude diferite &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;basme&lt;/span&gt; despre posibilele subiecte.&lt;br /&gt;Tocmai am realizat ce diferite vor fi starile noastre de spirit peste 10 zile. Daca astazi suntem stresati, agitati, nervosi, peste 10 zile vom trai stari total opuse.&lt;br /&gt;Si unde-i cea mai mare agitatie? Evident in jurul probei de limba si literatura romana. De ce? In primul rand pentru ca sunt o groaza de lectii de invatat si toata lumea isi doreste sa  nimereasca ceea ce si-a invatat mai bine? Putin cam greu nu? Avand in vedere ca toti ne dorim lucruri diferite.&lt;br /&gt;Well, mai sunt 4 zile in care aveti timp sa invatati ceea ce credeti ca nu ati aprofundat. Pana atunci nu are rost sa vorbim despre posibile subiecte.&lt;br /&gt;Mult succes tuturor! Abia astept sa ne vedem dupa BAC!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-4978545150520467575?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/4978545150520467575/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2010/06/10-more-days.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/4978545150520467575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/4978545150520467575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2010/06/10-more-days.html' title='10 more days'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-416150326281671527</id><published>2010-05-05T19:17:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T19:32:53.649+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Beautiful Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S-GdYO4N-bI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Ph_sawk5K_4/s1600/WhiteOrleander.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S-GdYO4N-bI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Ph_sawk5K_4/s400/WhiteOrleander.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467824462240807346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some beautiful quotes from my favourite book - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;White Oleander&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I regret nothing. No woman with any self-respect would have done less. The question of good and evil will always be one of philosophy's most intriguing problems, up there with the problem of existence itself. I'm not quarreling with your choice of issues, only with your intellectually diminished approach. If evil means to be self-motivated, to live on one's own terms, then every artist, every thinker, every original mind, is evil. Because we dare to look through our own eyes rather than mouth cliches lent us from the so-called Fathers. To dare to see is to steal fire from the Gods. This is mankind's destiny, the engine which fuels us as a race. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. Never expect to outgrow loneliness. Never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that space. And intelligent, sensitive person is the exception, the very great exception. If you expect to find people who will understand you, you will grow murderous with disappointment. The best you'll ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand in your way.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"In a perverse way, I was glad for the stitches, glad it would show, that there would be scars. What was the point in just being hurt on the inside? It should bloody well show."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Let me tell you a few things about regret...There is no end to it. You cannot find the beginning of the chain that brought us from there to here. Should you regret the whole chain, and the air in between, or each link separately as if you could uncouple them? Do you regret the beginning which ended so badly, or just the ending itself?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I don't let anyone touch me," I finally said. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why not?" &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why not? Because I was tired of men. Hanging in doorways, standing too close, their smell of beer or fifteen-year-old whiskey. Men who didn't come to the emergency room with you, men who left on Christmas Eve. Men who slammed the security gates, who made you love them then changed their minds. Forests of boys, their ragged shrubs full of eyes following you, grabbing your breasts, waving their money, eyes already knocking you down, taking what they felt was theirs. (...) It was a play and I knew how it ended, I didn't want to audition for any of the roles. It was no game, no casual thrill. It was three-bullet Russian roulette."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The pearls weren't really white, they were a warm oyster beige, with little knots in between so if they broke, you only lost one. I wished my life could be like that, knotted up so that even if something broke, the whole thing wouldn't come apart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The story of her life.  God gave you everything just to take it away.  Just so you knew exactly what you were missing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"That was the thing about words, they were clear and specific-chair, eye, stone- but when you talked about feelings, words were too stiff, they were this and not that, they couldn't include all the meanings. In defining, they always left something out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I understood why she did it. At that moment I knew why people tagged graffiti on the walls of neat little houses and scratched the paint on new cars and beat up well-tended children. It was only natural to want to destroy something you could never have."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Whenever she thought she could not feel more alone the universe peeled back another layer of darkness."   &lt;/span&gt;                        &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Women always put men first.  That's how everything got so screwed up."   &lt;/span&gt;                        &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How many people ask you to come share their life?"   &lt;/span&gt;                        &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How could anybody confuse truth with beauty, I thought as I looked at him. Truth came with sunken eyes, bony or scarred, decayed. Its teeth were bad, its hair gray and unkempt. While beauty was empty as a gourd, vain as a parakeet. But it had power. It smelled of musk and oranges and made you close your eyes in a prayer. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-416150326281671527?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/416150326281671527/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2010/05/some-beautiful-quotes.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/416150326281671527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/416150326281671527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2010/05/some-beautiful-quotes.html' title='Some Beautiful Quotes'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S-GdYO4N-bI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Ph_sawk5K_4/s72-c/WhiteOrleander.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-2503759331389639305</id><published>2010-03-25T14:37:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T14:48:47.009+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Back... NOT</title><content type='html'>De ce nu am mai scris? Am fost prea ocupata cu BAC-ul? Nu, dar sunt absolut sigura ca problemele-mi existentiale nu intereseaza pe nimeni. Asadar, pana nu voi gasi un subiect pe care sa dea lumea doi bani nu prea voi mai scrie. Adica ce sens are sa-mi afisez cacaturile personale pe un blog? Sa mi le vada toata lumea? Nu. Nu asta e ideea mea despre ce ar trebui sa reprezinte un blog. Cred ca deja intreaga blogosfera e plina de bloguri de doi lei in care fetele isi povestesc relatiile, unele chiar si pe cele sexuale (de ceee???) si in care isi publica orarul. Eu cel putin nu dau doi bani pe toate lucrurile astea. Asadar, pana nu aveti ceva bun de zis, lasati-va de blogging. Nimanui nu-i pasa ce ai mancat tu la cina si cu cine ti-ai mai tras-o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe scurt. Life has no meaning now. Am ajuns la un punct in care nimic nu ma mai deranjeaza sau ma mai uimeste. Prostia este nelimitata si ce sens are sa o mai critici daca ea oricum nu poate fi eradicata?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-2503759331389639305?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/2503759331389639305/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2010/03/back-not.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/2503759331389639305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/2503759331389639305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2010/03/back-not.html' title='Back... NOT'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-6077092506646766092</id><published>2009-11-19T12:56:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T13:01:37.820+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicest Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SwUlNTrvqdI/AAAAAAAAATc/PFqdRiX5kOM/s1600/umbrela_by_AmiDiamond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SwUlNTrvqdI/AAAAAAAAATc/PFqdRiX5kOM/s400/umbrela_by_AmiDiamond.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405767838280427986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="songLine highlighted"&gt;All I know is that you're so nice  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="songLine"&gt;You're the nicest thing I've seen  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="songLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="songLine highlighted"&gt;I wish that we could give it a go  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="songLine highlighted"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="songLine"&gt;See if we could be something  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="songLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="songLine highlighted"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="songLine highlighted"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="songLine"&gt;I wish I was your favourite girl  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="songLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="songLine highlighted"&gt;I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="songLine highlighted"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="songLine"&gt;I wish my smile was your favourite kind of smile  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="songLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="songLine highlighted"&gt;I wish the way that I dressed was your favourite kind of style  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="songLine highlighted"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="songLine"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="songLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="songLine highlighted"&gt;I wish you couldn't figure me out  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="songLine highlighted"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="songLine"&gt;But you always wanna know what I was about  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="songLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="songLine highlighted"&gt;I wish you'd hold my hand  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="songLine highlighted"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="songLine"&gt;When I was upset  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="songLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="songLine highlighted"&gt;I wish you'd never forget  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="songLine highlighted"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="songLine"&gt;The look on my face when we first met  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="songLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="songLine highlighted"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="songLine highlighted"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="songLine highlighted"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="songLine"&gt;I wish you had a favourite beauty spot  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="songLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="songLine highlighted"&gt;That you loved secretly  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="songLine highlighted"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="songLine"&gt;'Cause it was on a hidden bit  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="songLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="songLine highlighted"&gt;That nobody else could see  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="songLine highlighted"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="songLine"&gt;Basically, I wish that you loved me  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="songLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="songLine highlighted"&gt;I wish that you needed me  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="songLine highlighted"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="songLine"&gt;I wish that you knew when I said two sugars,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="songLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="songLine highlighted"&gt;Actually I meant three  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="songLine highlighted"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="songLine"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="songLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="songLine highlighted"&gt;I wish that without me your heart would break  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="songLine highlighted"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="songLine"&gt;I wish that without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="songLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="songLine highlighted"&gt;I wish that without me you couldn't eat  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="songLine highlighted"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="songLine"&gt;I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="songLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="songLine highlighted"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="songLine highlighted"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="songLine"&gt;Look, all I know is that you're the nicest thing I've ever seen  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="songLine"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="songLine highlighted"&gt;And I wish that we could see if we could be something  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="songLine"&gt;Yeah I wish that we could see if we could &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-6077092506646766092?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/6077092506646766092/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/11/nicest-thing.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/6077092506646766092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/6077092506646766092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/11/nicest-thing.html' title='Nicest Thing'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SwUlNTrvqdI/AAAAAAAAATc/PFqdRiX5kOM/s72-c/umbrela_by_AmiDiamond.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-4925201729150400884</id><published>2009-11-17T19:51:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:53:18.310+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Movie On Your Eyelids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SwLi_jz41BI/AAAAAAAAATU/sTPa70pZvAY/s1600/sleeping-with-ghosts1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SwLi_jz41BI/AAAAAAAAATU/sTPa70pZvAY/s400/sleeping-with-ghosts1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405132084370527250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I always watch you when you're dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;because I know it's not for me&lt;br /&gt;I  smoke a dozen cancer sticks&lt;br /&gt;And imagine there are two or three ways to make  you love me&lt;br /&gt;And I'll dream of someone else,&lt;br /&gt;become the movie on your  eyelids,&lt;br /&gt;The reflection of yourself&lt;br /&gt;The reflection...of yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  cry when I listen to you breathing,&lt;br /&gt;because I know there's nothing else that  conjures up that crushing feeling&lt;br /&gt;To know there's no connection left,&lt;br /&gt;that we're both going through the motions,&lt;br /&gt;that we're both living  somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;And the movie on your eyelids,&lt;br /&gt;there's no reflection of  myself&lt;br /&gt;There's no reflection...of myself&lt;br /&gt;There's no reflection...of  myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be, I wanna be your movie&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be, I wanna be your  movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you be me?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you be me?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you be  me?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you be me?&lt;br /&gt;Be me&lt;br /&gt;Be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-4925201729150400884?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/4925201729150400884/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/11/movie-on-your-eyelids.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/4925201729150400884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/4925201729150400884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/11/movie-on-your-eyelids.html' title='The Movie On Your Eyelids'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SwLi_jz41BI/AAAAAAAAATU/sTPa70pZvAY/s72-c/sleeping-with-ghosts1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-480279992754404733</id><published>2009-11-16T19:56:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:09:28.289+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Where does the good go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SwGVRqtyeHI/AAAAAAAAATE/1a-njJaCXfA/s1600/red_tactics_by_gocealice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SwGVRqtyeHI/AAAAAAAAATE/1a-njJaCXfA/s400/red_tactics_by_gocealice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404765158577961074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look me in the eye and tell me you don't find me attractive&lt;br /&gt;Look me in the  heart and tell me you won't go&lt;br /&gt;Look me in the eye and promise no love's like  our love&lt;br /&gt;Look me in the heart and un break broken, it won't happen&lt;br /&gt;It's  love that leaves that breaks the seal of always thinking you would be real happy  and healthy,&lt;br /&gt;Strong and calm,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does the good go,&lt;br /&gt;Where does  the good &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-480279992754404733?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/480279992754404733/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/11/where-does-good-go.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/480279992754404733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/480279992754404733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/11/where-does-good-go.html' title='Where does the good go'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SwGVRqtyeHI/AAAAAAAAATE/1a-njJaCXfA/s72-c/red_tactics_by_gocealice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-3338343676324841643</id><published>2009-11-16T14:48:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T14:52:44.677+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SwFLGND7XII/AAAAAAAAAS4/wLyTi9jhJ9s/s1600/Suicide_Apocalypse_by_Nadalin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SwFLGND7XII/AAAAAAAAAS4/wLyTi9jhJ9s/s400/Suicide_Apocalypse_by_Nadalin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404683597778738306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dream Brother&lt;br /&gt;My killer, My &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-3338343676324841643?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/3338343676324841643/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/11/dream-brother.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/3338343676324841643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/3338343676324841643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/11/dream-brother.html' title='Dream Brother'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SwFLGND7XII/AAAAAAAAAS4/wLyTi9jhJ9s/s72-c/Suicide_Apocalypse_by_Nadalin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-2697966200442739985</id><published>2009-11-04T20:22:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T20:26:04.522+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SvHG-99pR1I/AAAAAAAAASU/voGzDoLqKIk/s1600-h/477485836612e9beba494f4b0ed81e8b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SvHG-99pR1I/AAAAAAAAASU/voGzDoLqKIk/s400/477485836612e9beba494f4b0ed81e8b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400316213281245010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You don't know about real loss, 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Good Will Hunting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-2697966200442739985?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/2697966200442739985/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/11/lose.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/2697966200442739985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/2697966200442739985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/11/lose.html' title='Lose'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SvHG-99pR1I/AAAAAAAAASU/voGzDoLqKIk/s72-c/477485836612e9beba494f4b0ed81e8b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-8107055269570644521</id><published>2009-11-03T18:58:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T19:08:23.289+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Jack's Broken Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SvBjdyjRu1I/AAAAAAAAASE/fX1Mbi2riUA/s1600-h/marla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SvBjdyjRu1I/AAAAAAAAASE/fX1Mbi2riUA/s400/marla.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399925316654316370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Marla's philosophy of life is that she might die at any moment. The tragedy, she said, was that she &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;." &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fight Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-8107055269570644521?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/8107055269570644521/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-jacks-broken-heart.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/8107055269570644521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/8107055269570644521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-jacks-broken-heart.html' title='I&apos;m Jack&apos;s Broken Heart'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SvBjdyjRu1I/AAAAAAAAASE/fX1Mbi2riUA/s72-c/marla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-6072923437159153274</id><published>2009-11-02T17:26:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:30:37.710+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashtray Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/Su77B4EWlhI/AAAAAAAAAR8/JO6Gc-y2Dk0/s1600-h/f1552014ba77307d0435449b1a690fdb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/Su77B4EWlhI/AAAAAAAAAR8/JO6Gc-y2Dk0/s400/f1552014ba77307d0435449b1a690fdb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399529012912887314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Ashtray Heart&lt;br /&gt;My Ashtray Heart&lt;br /&gt;My Ashtray &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-6072923437159153274?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/6072923437159153274/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-ashtray-heart-my-ashtray-heart-my.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/6072923437159153274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/6072923437159153274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-ashtray-heart-my-ashtray-heart-my.html' title='Ashtray Heart'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/Su77B4EWlhI/AAAAAAAAAR8/JO6Gc-y2Dk0/s72-c/f1552014ba77307d0435449b1a690fdb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-5435260802856866717</id><published>2009-10-31T09:29:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T09:36:15.218+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashes and Wine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/Suvo2Qx63RI/AAAAAAAAAR0/FrKJTsI-x7k/s1600-h/Exploded_Wine_by_SplutPhoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/Suvo2Qx63RI/AAAAAAAAAR0/FrKJTsI-x7k/s400/Exploded_Wine_by_SplutPhoto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398664597248597266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don’t know what to do any more&lt;br /&gt;I’ve lost the only love worth fighting  for&lt;br /&gt;I’ll drown in my tear storming sea&lt;br /&gt;That would show you,&lt;br /&gt;That would  make you hurt like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the same, I don’t want mud-slinging  games&lt;br /&gt;It’s just a shame to let you walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a chance, a  fragment of light&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the tunnel, a reason to fight&lt;br /&gt;Is there a  chance, you may change your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or are we ashes and wine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-5435260802856866717?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/5435260802856866717/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/10/ashes-and-wine.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/5435260802856866717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/5435260802856866717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/10/ashes-and-wine.html' title='Ashes and Wine'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/Suvo2Qx63RI/AAAAAAAAAR0/FrKJTsI-x7k/s72-c/Exploded_Wine_by_SplutPhoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-3758471855774186423</id><published>2009-10-31T00:06:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T00:08:58.307+02:00</updated><title type='text'>She Said, She Said</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/Sutj9FAOBRI/AAAAAAAAARs/-iFROHwREIA/s1600-h/cry____by_kursad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/Sutj9FAOBRI/AAAAAAAAARs/-iFROHwREIA/s400/cry____by_kursad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398518479299937554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She said, she said&lt;br /&gt;I know what it's like to be dead&lt;br /&gt;I know what it is to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-3758471855774186423?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/3758471855774186423/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/10/she-said-she-said.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/3758471855774186423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/3758471855774186423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/10/she-said-she-said.html' title='She Said, She Said'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/Sutj9FAOBRI/AAAAAAAAARs/-iFROHwREIA/s72-c/cry____by_kursad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-6540503886299964325</id><published>2009-10-29T16:07:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T16:11:14.421+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Say it's Possible</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SumiXydUF0I/AAAAAAAAARk/qyrsy6sB6GE/s1600-h/in_bed__by_zoeelyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SumiXydUF0I/AAAAAAAAARk/qyrsy6sB6GE/s400/in_bed__by_zoeelyn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398024157945665346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It'll be better in a year&lt;br /&gt;You'll forget everything you thought was so  important here&lt;br /&gt;I know even the darkest clouds will  disappear&lt;br /&gt;Everyone goes through this, it's part of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you wanna  show it to the world&lt;br /&gt;You wanna show them just what happens when you hurt a  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-6540503886299964325?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/6540503886299964325/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/10/say-its-possible.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/6540503886299964325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/6540503886299964325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/10/say-its-possible.html' title='Say it&apos;s Possible'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SumiXydUF0I/AAAAAAAAARk/qyrsy6sB6GE/s72-c/in_bed__by_zoeelyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-3192181657114718459</id><published>2009-10-28T19:26:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T19:32:01.802+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Delayed Devotion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/Suh_PB24GAI/AAAAAAAAARc/ZPKeyxoLWe8/s1600-h/vintage_by_cometa24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/Suh_PB24GAI/AAAAAAAAARc/ZPKeyxoLWe8/s400/vintage_by_cometa24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397704049576908802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I drop you boy&lt;br /&gt;You'll need another toy&lt;br /&gt;One that won't stand up for  herself&lt;br /&gt;When I knock you down&lt;br /&gt;You'll need another town&lt;br /&gt;Where  somebody's gonna talk to you&lt;br /&gt;You just let me wait&lt;br /&gt;Now it's too late&lt;br /&gt;For your delayed, delayed &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;devotion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-3192181657114718459?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/3192181657114718459/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/10/delayed-devotion.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/3192181657114718459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/3192181657114718459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/10/delayed-devotion.html' title='Delayed Devotion'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/Suh_PB24GAI/AAAAAAAAARc/ZPKeyxoLWe8/s72-c/vintage_by_cometa24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-1044367570200356084</id><published>2009-10-27T18:16:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T18:25:43.322+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/Suce_Rlx5PI/AAAAAAAAARU/-dttOekWU1E/s1600-h/Dance_In_The_Rain_by_Marinshe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/Suce_Rlx5PI/AAAAAAAAARU/-dttOekWU1E/s400/Dance_In_The_Rain_by_Marinshe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397316750829282546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's the end - and that's the start of it&lt;br /&gt;That's the whole - and that's the  part of it&lt;br /&gt;That's the hide - and that's the heart of it&lt;br /&gt;That's the long -  and that's the short of it&lt;br /&gt;That's the best - and that's the test in  it&lt;br /&gt;That's the doubt - the doubt, the trust in it&lt;br /&gt;That's the sight - and  that's the sound of it&lt;br /&gt;That's the gift - and that's the trick in  it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the truth, not I, you're the truth, not I&lt;br /&gt;You're the truth,  not I, you're the truth, not &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-1044367570200356084?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/1044367570200356084/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/10/thats-end-and-thats-start-of-it-thats.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/1044367570200356084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/1044367570200356084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/10/thats-end-and-thats-start-of-it-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/Suce_Rlx5PI/AAAAAAAAARU/-dttOekWU1E/s72-c/Dance_In_The_Rain_by_Marinshe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-598639091663396667</id><published>2009-10-26T18:52:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T18:59:17.149+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Floorplan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SuXVULla4II/AAAAAAAAARM/hiwfO-_uZtg/s1600-h/Stairs_to_nowhere_by_MichelRajkovic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SuXVULla4II/AAAAAAAAARM/hiwfO-_uZtg/s400/Stairs_to_nowhere_by_MichelRajkovic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396954271157248130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want your lungs to stop working without me&lt;br /&gt;I think about writing you&lt;br /&gt;I  thought about calling you&lt;br /&gt;What was I looking for&lt;br /&gt;What am I looking  for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll hold this pain in my heart forever&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll hold,  I'll hold&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll hold this pain in my heart forever&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll hold,  I'll &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-598639091663396667?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/598639091663396667/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/10/floorplan.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/598639091663396667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/598639091663396667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/10/floorplan.html' title='Floorplan'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SuXVULla4II/AAAAAAAAARM/hiwfO-_uZtg/s72-c/Stairs_to_nowhere_by_MichelRajkovic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-8389051341027263935</id><published>2009-10-25T11:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T11:52:41.006+02:00</updated><title type='text'>El Tango De Roxanne</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pHO5KWIMZUo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pHO5KWIMZUo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her eyes upon your face&lt;br /&gt;Her hand upon your hand&lt;br /&gt;Her lips caress your  skin&lt;br /&gt;IT'S MORE THAN I CAN STAND!&lt;br /&gt;Why does my heart cry?&lt;br /&gt;Feelings I can't fight!&lt;br /&gt;You're free to leave me  but&lt;br /&gt;Just don't deceive me!&lt;br /&gt;...And please believe me when I say&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-8389051341027263935?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/8389051341027263935/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/10/her-eyes-upon-your-face-her-hand-upon.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/8389051341027263935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/8389051341027263935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/10/her-eyes-upon-your-face-her-hand-upon.html' title='El Tango De Roxanne'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-386721968082811513</id><published>2009-10-24T19:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T19:11:57.172+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Violent Pornography</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/elo9svwGg0c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/elo9svwGg0c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-386721968082811513?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/386721968082811513/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/10/violent-pornography.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/386721968082811513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/386721968082811513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/10/violent-pornography.html' title='Violent Pornography'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-6791721360003867281</id><published>2009-10-24T13:13:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T13:31:42.696+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill! Kill! Kill!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SuLXiqO147I/AAAAAAAAARE/XNZK1eKqskc/s1600-h/lovehate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SuLXiqO147I/AAAAAAAAARE/XNZK1eKqskc/s400/lovehate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396112293995340722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well you could wash my brain&lt;br /&gt;You could tear out my heart&lt;br /&gt;But I would never  forget you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could change my world&lt;br /&gt;I could make a new start&lt;br /&gt;But I  would never forget you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's kill, kill, killing me&lt;br /&gt;And it's kill,  kill, killing me&lt;br /&gt;That I'm still in love with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-6791721360003867281?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/6791721360003867281/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/10/kill-kill-kill.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/6791721360003867281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/6791721360003867281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/10/kill-kill-kill.html' title='Kill! Kill! Kill!'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SuLXiqO147I/AAAAAAAAARE/XNZK1eKqskc/s72-c/lovehate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-1809425831134324457</id><published>2009-10-23T17:32:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T17:34:33.236+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A heart that hurts is a heart that WORKS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SuG-3oZuhGI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ImjCru-U2xw/s1600-h/DSCF3194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SuG-3oZuhGI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ImjCru-U2xw/s400/DSCF3194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395803691513971810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No one can take it away from me&lt;br /&gt;And no one can tear it apart&lt;br /&gt;Maybe  ellaborate fantasy&lt;br /&gt;But it's the perfect place to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause a heart  that hurts is a heart that works&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A heart that hurts is a heart that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;works&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input 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href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/10/heart-that-hurts-is-heart-that-works.html' title='A heart that hurts is a heart that WORKS'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SuG-3oZuhGI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ImjCru-U2xw/s72-c/DSCF3194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-6340187449792376025</id><published>2009-10-22T14:46:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T14:52:16.696+03:00</updated><title type='text'>22.10.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SuBHbe_p97I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/_Y5zhG1anoo/s1600-h/Safe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SuBHbe_p97I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/_Y5zhG1anoo/s400/Safe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395390891091949490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish I hadn't seen all of the realness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And all the real people are really  not real at all&lt;br /&gt;The more I learn The more I learn&lt;br /&gt;the more I cry the  more I cry&lt;br /&gt;As I say goodbye to the way of life&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had designed  for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I see you standing there&lt;br /&gt;Wanting more from me&lt;br /&gt;And  all I can do is try&lt;br /&gt;Then I see you standing there&lt;br /&gt;I'm all I'll ever be&lt;br /&gt;But all I can do is try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-6340187449792376025?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/6340187449792376025/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-7617804626024046553</id><published>2009-10-13T14:01:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T14:01:54.511+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Click Click</title><content type='html'>De acum ma puteti gasi si pe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://www.cineblog.info &lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-7617804626024046553?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/7617804626024046553/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-5380195820136468881</id><published>2009-10-10T12:31:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T13:01:20.246+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Muzica In Viata Mea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/StBbViNToxI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YwZ2whSdrMk/s1600-h/Music_by_C_Money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/StBbViNToxI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YwZ2whSdrMk/s320/Music_by_C_Money.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390909179480482578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*Acest articol participa la concursul &lt;a href="http://www.radiowhisper.com/"&gt;Radio Whisper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Muzica face parte din viata oamenilor chiar de la inceputul vietii acestora. Cand eram bebelusi mamele noastre ne cantau cu vocile lor suave cantece de leagan, ca sa ne ajute sa adormim. Apoi a urmat etapa cantecelor pentru copii. Tin minte ca ai mei imi cumparau casete cu muzica de acest gen, iar eu dansam si cantam in jurul camerei. Apoi prin clasa a 2-a, a 3-a, am inceput sa ascult muzica de la televizor si de la radio. Astfel am inceput sa-mi formez diferite gusturi si in prezent sa nu mai pot trai fara muzica.&lt;br /&gt;Muzica a fost acolo pentru mine in multe etape ale vietii mele. De fiecare data cand ma simt deprimata, ma bag sub plapuma si ascult muzica la casti. Acest lucru ma linisteste enorm. Am ajuns sa am melodii preferate pentru diferitele situatii in care ma aflu. Atunci cand sunt trista, vesela, nervoasa, adormita sau plina de energie, mereu exista un cantec care sa exprime ceea ce simt, bineinteles mult mai profund si mai melodios decat as putea sa exprim eu. Tocmai de aceea pot spune ca nu ma incadrez intr-un singur gen. Exista diferite genuri pentru diferite situatii.&lt;br /&gt;Consider ca muzica isi are locul in viata omului pe toata perioada vietii acestuia. Muzica se aude mereu la o petrecere, la o nunta, la o zi de nastere, la o serbare, deoarece ea face totul mai special. Desi au trecut doar 18 ani din viata mea, muzica va avea mereu un rol important pentru mine. Mai cred ca muzica m-a ajutat sa cunosc diferiti oameni. Iti poti da seama de felul de a fi al unei persoane dupa muzica pe care o asculta. Nu spun ca daca o persoana asculta o muzica diferita fata de mine nu incerc sa o cunosc, din potriva, incerc sa vad daca muzica pe care o asculta o defineste. Cel putin eu apreciez muzica pentru versuri si linia melodica, dar mai ales pentru mesajul ei.&lt;br /&gt;Singurul lucru pe care il regret, este acela ca nu m-am apucat de compus/ cantat muizca, chiar eu. Poate as fi reusit sa ma exrpim mai bine prin muzica, dar mai am destul timp pentru a ma apuca. Si stim toti cum se zice: Niciodata nu e prea tarziu sa faci ceva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;* Am fost invitata la acest concurs de catre  &lt;a href="http://music.vmarian.info/"&gt;Marian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-5380195820136468881?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/5380195820136468881/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/10/muzica-in-viata-mea.html#comment-form' title='16 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/5380195820136468881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/5380195820136468881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/10/muzica-in-viata-mea.html' title='Muzica In Viata Mea'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/StBbViNToxI/AAAAAAAAAQk/YwZ2whSdrMk/s72-c/Music_by_C_Money.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-3023355044003140730</id><published>2009-09-22T20:24:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:40:53.123+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Littlest Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Which are the littlest things that break you heart and bring you to tears every day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384348114533849730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SrkMFSnVmoI/AAAAAAAAAPs/WgkR1QQYRS0/s320/Sadness_by_joiM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discrimination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-3023355044003140730?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/3023355044003140730/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/09/littlest-things.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/3023355044003140730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/3023355044003140730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/09/littlest-things.html' title='Littlest Things'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SrkMFSnVmoI/AAAAAAAAAPs/WgkR1QQYRS0/s72-c/Sadness_by_joiM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-2547829338956437310</id><published>2009-09-17T16:37:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T16:42:26.734+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Which The Beatles Song Are You?</title><content type='html'>Mi-am facut tesuletul urmator si pentru ca la unele intrebari mi se potriveau cate 2 raspunsuri mi-am facut testul de 2 ori. Rezultatele sunt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are I Want to Hold Your Hand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatbeatlessongareyouquiz/hand.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sweet, expressive, and the truest romantic around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love inspires you, and you're the type of person who always has a muse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are good at expressing yourself. You are quite a verbal charmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could woo anyone into falling in love with you. You wouldn't fall for just anyone though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatbeatlessongareyouquiz/"&gt;What Beatles Song Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;Blogthings: We'll Tell You The Truth... Someone Has To!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Helter Skelter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatbeatlessongareyouquiz/skelter.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are loud, rebellious, and prone to make a bit of a scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have major problems with authority. You hate being told what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are independent and adventurous. Life is a wild ride, and you aren't afraid to jump on the roller coaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are outrageous, honest, and sometimes shocking. You say what you feel and expect the same of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatbeatlessongareyouquiz/"&gt;What Beatles Song Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;Blogthings: Take a Quiz. Annoy Your Friends.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-2547829338956437310?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/2547829338956437310/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/09/which-beatles-song-are-you.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/2547829338956437310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/2547829338956437310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/09/which-beatles-song-are-you.html' title='Which The Beatles Song Are You?'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-4205275143819014183</id><published>2009-09-15T16:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T16:53:24.079+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiki Is Happy</title><content type='html'>Reason&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/Sq-cOte9hsI/AAAAAAAAAOk/cpX7aQzDNJY/s1600-h/beatlesno1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381691856272590530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/Sq-cOte9hsI/AAAAAAAAAOk/cpX7aQzDNJY/s400/beatlesno1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-4205275143819014183?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/4205275143819014183/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/09/kiki-is-happy.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/4205275143819014183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/4205275143819014183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/09/kiki-is-happy.html' title='Kiki Is Happy'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/Sq-cOte9hsI/AAAAAAAAAOk/cpX7aQzDNJY/s72-c/beatlesno1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-4723845493660085122</id><published>2009-09-14T18:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T19:12:57.495+03:00</updated><title type='text'>B.A.C. as simple as A, B, C?    NOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/Sq5rbAYZ7EI/AAAAAAAAAOU/sPe1GE-mErQ/s1600-h/SCHOOL.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/Sq5rbAYZ7EI/AAAAAAAAAOU/sPe1GE-mErQ/s320/SCHOOL.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381356716457323586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A inceput scoala, bla, bla bla! Dupa o vacanta in care stiam doar un singur lucru, ca urmeaza clasa a 12-a. Ce nu stiam era faza cu BACu`. Adica din ce dau si cum dau. Eu fiind la FILOLOGIE LIMBI MODERNE insemna pana anul trecut scolar sa dau BACul din romana oral si scris, o limba oral (engleza), o limba scris (latina), istorie si inca ceva din gramada de materii de la ultima proba. Acum trebuie sa dau din romana scris obligatoriu, istorie tot obligatoriu (astia ce pana acum vroiau sa dea din geografie deja tremura) si o materie la alegere din logica, psihologie, economie, filosofie sau geografie. SI UNDE-I LIMBA MEA MODERNA?? Pentru ca BACul s-a impartit in real si uman, ei desteptii s-au gandit ca filologie si socio-umane e acelasi lucru. Asadar pe noi ne-au bagat in aceeasi oala cu cei care fac 3 sau 4 ore de filozofie/logica etc, iar noi facem doar 2! Si stau si ma intreb de ce am facut timp de 4 ani 4 limbi straine (italiana, latina, engleza, germana). Ca in final sa nu conteze? Sa conteze niste materii pe care eu nu dau 2 bani?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nu sunt foarte sigura, dar cred ca si cei de la profil de bio-chimie au fost bagati in aceeasi oala cu cei de mate-info. FUCKED UP SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;Pe langa asta dam si niste examene orale care nu prea au legatura cu BACu`. Si astea le dam in al 2-lea semestru.&lt;br /&gt;In final trebuie sa ne supunem. Desi sunt foarte sigura ca pana in iunie anul viitor se mai pot schimba multe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-4723845493660085122?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/4723845493660085122/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/09/bac-as-simple-as-b-c-not.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/4723845493660085122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/4723845493660085122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/09/bac-as-simple-as-b-c-not.html' title='B.A.C. as simple as A, B, C?    NOT!'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/Sq5rbAYZ7EI/AAAAAAAAAOU/sPe1GE-mErQ/s72-c/SCHOOL.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-3292933524244580033</id><published>2009-09-13T21:16:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T21:38:57.248+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='controlori'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nedreptate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amenda pe autobuz'/><title type='text'>Your Ticket Please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/Sq07DE1TJXI/AAAAAAAAAOM/NS_ZX8eXZGA/s1600-h/Train_Station__8_55_A_M__by_dibutade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/Sq07DE1TJXI/AAAAAAAAAOM/NS_ZX8eXZGA/s320/Train_Station__8_55_A_M__by_dibutade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381022053800551794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nu ma mai umeste nimic. Really. In fiecare zi dau de tot felul de cacaturi. De exemplu azi mergeam cu autobuzul. Mi-am cumparat bilet ca de obicei. Fiind duminica m-am gandit ca nu umbla ontrolorii, dar evident m-am inselat. Voi sti pe viitor sa nu ma risc duminica. Asadar, eu avand bilet nu prea am de ce sa imi fac griji. Stateam in picioare chiar la prima jumatate a autobuzului. Pe scaunele de langa mine erau 2 tipi de varsta mea. Nu aveau bilet.  Vine tipa si inaintea mea saluta un cuplu in jur de 40 de ani si ii intreaba daca au bilet. Ei spun ca nu, iar tipa se face ca nu aude si vine spre mine. I-am aratat biletul si trece la tipii de langa mine. Incepe sa ii interogheze serios, vine si celalalt controlor si le face acolo scandal. La statia la care eu trebuia sa cobor i-au dat si pe ei jos. Ca sa va spun ce m-a enervat. Adica pe astia 2 care nu au venit deloc isi permit sa-i amendeze, dar pe aia de 40 de ani, care se intampla sa le fie si cunoscuti ii trec cu vederea. Daca tot dai amenda si faci scandal atunci da la toata lumea! Am ajuns sa avem pile la controlorii de 2 bani de pa autobuz. Care pe tineri ii amendeaza si pe adulti nici maar nu`i observa. Sau la fel si cu studentii. Am prins odata tot as aun scandal. S-au luat de o studenta care nu a apucat sa-si ia bilet pentru a a alergat dupa autobuz. Jesus people! Daca treceti cu vederea tot felul de idioti, atunci trecetii si pe cei care au un motiv bun pentru care nu si-au luat bilet. Cred ca nici nu are rost sa-mi bat capu`. Pana la urma tot un mare cacat ramane. De aceea mereu imi cumpar bilet. Pentru ca evit sa-mi sara in cap 2 idioti. Cei doi nefericiti de azi nu aveau nici acte la ei. La care zice nenea controloru` ca ii controleaza de bani. Cu ce drept te atingi tu omule de mine? Da-mi amenda naibii si gata. Ma rog, ideea e ca ar trebui sa-i tratam pe toti "criminalii la fel". Nu sa inchidem ochii la unii "infractori" si pe altii sa-i tratam dublu fata de cat ar trebui. &lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-3292933524244580033?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/3292933524244580033/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/09/your-ticket-please.html#comment-form' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/3292933524244580033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/3292933524244580033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/09/your-ticket-please.html' title='Your Ticket Please!'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/Sq07DE1TJXI/AAAAAAAAAOM/NS_ZX8eXZGA/s72-c/Train_Station__8_55_A_M__by_dibutade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-1355086815345692496</id><published>2009-09-11T21:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T21:53:51.532+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the beatles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='09.09.09'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beatles rock band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beatles box set'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><title type='text'>09.09.09 The Beatles Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SqqbvdvPlQI/AAAAAAAAAOE/r2ayih8KkOY/s1600-h/489px-Beatles_Stereo_Box_Set.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SqqbvdvPlQI/AAAAAAAAAOE/r2ayih8KkOY/s320/489px-Beatles_Stereo_Box_Set.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380283944586417410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stiu ca e putin cam tarziu, dar Happy Beatles Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;De ce tocmai 09.09.09? In aceasta data au aparut un "box set" cu toate albumele beatles remastered, jocul "The Beatles: &lt;leo_highlight style="border-bottom: 2px solid rgb(255, 255, 150); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; display: inline; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" id="leoHighlights_Underline_0" onclick="leoHighlightsHandleClick('leoHighlights_Underline_0')" onmouseover="leoHighlightsHandleMouseOver('leoHighlights_Underline_0')" onmouseout="leoHighlightsHandleMouseOut('leoHighlights_Underline_0')" leohighlights_keywords="rock band" leohighlights_url="http%3A//thebrowserhighlighter.com/leonardo/highlights/keywords?keywords%3Drock%20band"&gt;Rock Band&lt;/leo_highlight&gt;". (Evident deja am facut rost de toate albumele remastered mulutmita sfanutului PirateBay ;;)). Urmatoarele informatii le-am luat de pe wikipedia. (Asa sa va fac o favoare in caz ca vreti sa cautati si va este lene).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles Stereo Box Set is a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Box_set" title="Box set"&gt;box set&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Compilation_album" title="Compilation album"&gt;compilation&lt;/a&gt; comprising all of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Remastered" title="Remastered" class="mw-redirect"&gt;remastered&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stereophonic_sound" title="Stereophonic sound"&gt;stereo&lt;/a&gt; recordings by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Beatles" title="The Beatles"&gt;The Beatles&lt;/a&gt;. The set was released on 9 September 2009, the same day both &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Beatles:_Rock_Band" title="The Beatles: Rock Band"&gt;The Beatles: Rock Band&lt;/a&gt; and the remastered &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mono" title="Mono"&gt;mono&lt;/a&gt; recordings were released (see &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Beatles_in_Mono" title="The Beatles in Mono"&gt;The Beatles in Mono&lt;/a&gt;). The remastering project for both mono and stereo versions was led by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/EMI" title="EMI"&gt;EMI&lt;/a&gt; senior studio &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Audio_engineering" title="Audio engineering"&gt;engineers&lt;/a&gt; Allan Rouse and Guy Massey.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-LA_Times_1-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Beatles_Stereo_Box_Set#cite_note-LA_Times-1"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the third complete box set collection of original Beatles albums after &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Beatles_Collection" title="The Beatles Collection"&gt;The Beatles Collection&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Beatles_Box_Set" title="The Beatles Box Set"&gt;The Beatles Box Set&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The sixteen disc collection contains the remastered stereo versions of every album in the Beatles catalogue. The first four albums are making their CD debut in stereo, though some songs have appeared on CD in stereo through various compilations. Both &lt;i&gt;Help!&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Rubber Soul&lt;/i&gt; use the 1987 remixes prepared by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Martin" title="George Martin"&gt;George Martin&lt;/a&gt; for the original CD releases. The original 1965 mixes can be found on &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Beatles_in_Mono" title="The Beatles in Mono"&gt;The Beatles in Mono&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; box set on their respective discs as a bonus feature. &lt;i&gt;Magical Mystery Tour&lt;/i&gt; is presented in the sequence and artwork of its original North American album release, as opposed to the UK six-song EP. &lt;i&gt;Yellow Submarine&lt;/i&gt; is presented in its original format, not the 1999 &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yellow_Submarine_Songtrack" title="Yellow Submarine Songtrack"&gt;Songtrack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; version. All CDs replicate their original album labels as first released, from the various Parlophone Records variations, to the Capitol Records label (for &lt;i&gt;Magical Mystery Tour&lt;/i&gt;) and the UK Apple Records label from &lt;i&gt;The Beatles&lt;/i&gt; through &lt;i&gt;Let It Be&lt;/i&gt;. Each of the albums except &lt;i&gt;Past Masters&lt;/i&gt; includes a mini-documentary about the album in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/QuickTime" title="QuickTime"&gt;QuickTime&lt;/a&gt; format.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Please_Please_Me" title="Please Please Me"&gt;Please Please Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (1963)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/With_The_Beatles" title="With The Beatles"&gt;With The Beatles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (1963)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Hard_Day%27s_Night_%28album%29" title="A Hard Day's Night (album)"&gt;A Hard Day's Night&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (1964)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beatles_for_Sale" title="Beatles for Sale"&gt;Beatles for Sale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (1964)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Help%21_%28album%29" title="Help! (album)"&gt;Help!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (1965)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rubber_Soul" title="Rubber Soul"&gt;Rubber Soul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (1965)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Revolver_%28album%29" title="Revolver (album)"&gt;Revolver&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (1966)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sgt._Pepper%27s_Lonely_Hearts_Club_Band" title="Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band"&gt;Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (1967)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Magical_Mystery_Tour" title="Magical Mystery Tour"&gt;Magical Mystery Tour&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (1967)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Beatles_%28album%29" title="The Beatles (album)"&gt;The Beatles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (1968)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yellow_Submarine_%28album%29" title="Yellow Submarine (album)"&gt;Yellow Submarine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (1969)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abbey_Road_%28album%29" title="Abbey Road (album)"&gt;Abbey Road&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (1969)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Let_It_Be_%28album%29" title="Let It Be (album)" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Let It Be&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (1970)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Past_Masters_%28album_series%29" title="Past Masters (album series)"&gt;Past Masters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (1962–1970)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Am ascultat pana acum cateva albume si suna foarte bine si clar. De obicei cand merg undeva cu masina are tatal meu in masina ceva caseta cu beatles foarte veche si trebuie sa dau mega tare sa aud ceva. Chiar daca mi-as fi dorit sa fi trait pe vremea aceea, ma bucur ca pot sa ascult melodiile intr-o calitate foarte buna. Asadar, daca sunteti un fan adevarat Beatles ati putea sa va luati Box Setul de pe net. Ar fi excelent daca as avea bani sa mi-l comand, dar hey, pana una alta merge si ilegal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pe langa asta abia astept sa ajunga The Beatles primii in topul lastfm si sa-i intreaca pe Radiohead. 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width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-3429272279424454615</id><published>2009-09-08T18:54:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T20:39:19.614+03:00</updated><title type='text'>How Much Is Too Much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;How do you know when how much is too much? Too much too soon. Too much information. Too much fun. Too much love. Too much to ask... And when is it all just too much to bear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Grey`s Anatomy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SqaBMO6Xv-I/AAAAAAAAAN0/buznvbTRoJ4/s1600-h/Truth_by_damnengine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SqaBMO6Xv-I/AAAAAAAAAN0/buznvbTRoJ4/s320/Truth_by_damnengine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379128852101971938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Cand sti ca ceva e prea mult? De obicei iti dai seama intr-un moment cand nu ai ce sa mai faci. Prea multa informatie? Ohoho, toti avem parte de "prea multa informatie" cateodata. Cel putin eu prefer sa nu aflu unele lucruri despre niste persoane. Cred ca lucrurile nasoale din trecut nu conteaza cat timp persoana respectiva este foarte schimbata in prezent. Sa zicem ca ai cunoscut de curand pe cineva si ti-a facut o impresie foarte buna. Acel cineva te place foarte mult si da tot ce e mai bun din el sa-ti faca pe plac. Asadar ajungeti sa fiti prieteni/ iubiti pana cineva iti da ceva veste socanta/penibila despre el/ea. Stau si ma intreb, chiar conteaza? Conteaza chestiile urate din trecut de care persoana respectiva incearca sa scape? Eu cred ca nu, cat timp cu tine se poarta foarte frumos si cat timp acele chestii nu sunt foarte grave, gen a omorat pe cineva :)).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Exista too much fun? Probabil cand abuzezi extrem de mult de alcool si faci lucruri pe care apoi le regreti. Altfel nu`mi explic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Cu siguranta exista too much love! Mai ales cand nu e reciproca treaba. Ajungi sa iubesti pe cineva extrem de mult si sa renunti la o gramada de lucruri pentru el/ea pana iti dai seama ca doar tu renunti. Doar tu te straduiesti. Doar tu iubesti. You give too much and you recieve too little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;De asemeanea mai exista prea multe lucruri urate pe care ti le face o persoana. Esti prieten cu cineva de foarte mult timp si in ultima vreme nu mai e ok. Nu o sa vorbesc despre lucrurile urate care se intampla intr-o prietenie pentru ca sunt sigura ca toti am avut parte de cate ceva. Si atunci te intrebi daca mai are rost sa continui sau nu. Ca intr-o relatie "amoroasa" de altfel. Mi se pare una dintre cele mai grele decizii pe care le poate lua o persoana. In asemenea momente iti aduci aminte doar de lucrurile rele prin care ati trecut, care le diminueaza de cele mai multe ori pe cele bune. Cine a spus ca binele invinge intotdeauna nu s-a gandit de doua ori.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Astfel renunti la o prietenie sau la un iubit/iubita pentru ca nu ai cantarit bine situatia. Si din pacate iti dai seama prea tarziu. Atunci cand nu mai poti face nimic. E cam greu sa-ti dai seama cand ce e prea mult e prea mult. Poti sa ai dreptate sau poti sa te inseli. Iar in fieare dintre aceste situatii de obicei lumea face alegerea gresita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-3429272279424454615?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/3429272279424454615/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-much-is-too-much.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/3429272279424454615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/3429272279424454615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-much-is-too-much.html' title='How Much Is Too Much?'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SqaBMO6Xv-I/AAAAAAAAAN0/buznvbTRoJ4/s72-c/Truth_by_damnengine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-6255897546561070923</id><published>2009-08-26T11:16:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T11:57:33.206+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Invisible Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SpT4H_TTvCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/rNthCvpwhFo/s1600-h/Protective_Fence_by_slagowski.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SpT4H_TTvCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/rNthCvpwhFo/s400/Protective_Fence_by_slagowski.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374193071495035938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ati vazut vreodata un film care sa va macine zile in continuu? Daca nu, va recomand sa vedeti "All the Invisible Children". E un film despre copiii care sunt obligati sau nevoiti sa fure. Despre copiii care sunt nevoiti sa munceasca de la varste fragede pentru a fi capabili sa traiasca.&lt;br /&gt;Fiind o persoana nematerialista, asemenea filme ma fac sa urasc si mai mult banii. Dar mai ales pentru ca nu cred in before si after-life ma intristeaza si mai mult. Adica multi ar putea spune ca e karma. Ai fost rau in viata precedenta, meriti sa fi un copil care cerseste la coltul strazii pentru 2 monede pe care apoi sa le dai tatalui tau acasa doar pentru a scapa de bataia zilnica. Do you actually believe this crap??&lt;br /&gt;Ce ma separa pe mine deun copil saraca care trebuia sa vanda flori/ ziare ca sa se poata intretine? Ma separa banii. Eu pot sa merg la scoala, sa am parte de hrana proaspata, de haine curate, de un acoperis deasupra capului. Si uneori nu ne putem multumii cu aceste lucruri. Vrem mai mult! Vrem tot ce este mai scump. Ne cumparam haine extrem de scumpe doar pentru a fi la moda si pentru ca ceilalti sa nu rada de noi. Dar in final sunt doar niste carpe. Niste carpe care le purtam de 2-3 ori, iar apoi le aruncam si ne luam altele. Pe langa asta sa nu vorbesc despre tehnologii. Toti vrem iPoduri, telefoane megatari. Pentru ce?? Nu faci altceva decat sa vorbesti sau sa asculti muzica la ele! ATAT! De ce trebuie sa dai o gramada de bani pe un super telefon cu care faci aceleasi lucruri care le-ai face si cu un telefon foarte ieftin? Eu numesc chestia asta snobism. Si probabil va veti intreba ce ati putea voi face ca ei sunt saraci. Adica tu nu ai nici o vina, nu? Nu spun ca ai o vina, spun doar ca atunci cand o fetita mica vine sa-ti ceara ceva bani sa nu crezi intotdeauna ca sunt pentru tigari sau alte cacaturi. Sa nu te uiti la ea urat si sa o impingi cat mai departe. Tu nu ai de unde sa sti cum se simte ea, pentru ca tu la varsta ei te jucai in fata blocului si mancai la Mc Donalds. Parintii tai nu te bateau acasa pentru ca nu ai reusit sa strangi nici un ban, asta pentru ca nu ai fost nevoit niciodata sa faci asta.&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca toata lumea ar trebui sa vada filmul acesta si apoi sa invete sa aprecieze lucrurile pe care le au si sa se multumeasca cu viata lor "plitisitoare", pentru ca la un moment dat ajungi sa te plictisesti de toate lucrurile scumpe si mereu iti doresti tot mai mult. Iar in final ramai cu ce? Va spun eu cu ce. Cu nimic. YOU DIE! Si chiar daca ar fi after-life, nu prea cred a poti sa-ti iei iPodul cu tine.&lt;br /&gt;Pe langa snobismele din viata de zi cu zi, I blame the parents of the poor kids.  De ce sa faci 6 copii daca sti ca nu iti permiti sa-i intretii? Vi se pare normal ca un copil de 5 ani sa mearga sa cerseasca pentru voi?? Aici sunt constienta ca nu am cum sa intervin.  It`s just sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-6255897546561070923?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/6255897546561070923/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/08/invisible-children.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/6255897546561070923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/6255897546561070923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/08/invisible-children.html' title='Invisible Children'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SpT4H_TTvCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/rNthCvpwhFo/s72-c/Protective_Fence_by_slagowski.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-8284566774942668301</id><published>2009-08-22T17:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T11:08:38.516+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mar adentro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bantuitii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chuck palahniuk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moarte'/><title type='text'>After life... Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/So_6n2X-i6I/AAAAAAAAALQ/KkzmzRypB3E/s1600-h/Life_by_AdonisWerther.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/So_6n2X-i6I/AAAAAAAAALQ/KkzmzRypB3E/s400/Life_by_AdonisWerther.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372788442994215842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Toti ne intrebam ce urmeaza dupa ce murim. Nu avem de unde sa stim si nu vom sti niciodata. In ultimul film vazut de mine, "Mar adentro", personajul principal spune un lucru pe care il simt si eu cateodata. Inainte sa moara, iubita lui ii spune sa-i dea un semn din viata de dincolo. Acesta afirma ca el nu crede ca urmeaza ceva dupa moarte. Esta la fel ca si nasterea. Nimi inainte de nastere, nimic dupa moarte. El face o omparatie care mie mi-a placut foarte mult. Spune ca nu e sigur de teoria lui, dar este ca si atunci cand bunicul spune ca ziua urmatoare va ploua si apoi chiar ploua.&lt;br /&gt;Acelasi idee de a primi un semn din viata de dincolo apare si in "Bantuitii" de Chuck Palahniuk. Un personaj afirma undeva la finalul cartii ca isi doreste sa fie bantuit de persoanele cu care s-a purtat urat, asta ca sa aiba siguranta ca dupa moarte exista totusi ceva.&lt;br /&gt;Sincer, uneori nici nu`mi pot imagina ca exista ceva dupa viata.  Si aici nu ma refer la un loc mai bun sau unul mai rau. Cred ca viata este o oportunitate de care avem parte o singura data si de aceea trebuie sa profitam de ea din plin. Fiecare isi alege modul in care isi traieste viata. Fie o traieste din plin, fie asteapta mereu sa se intample ceva.&lt;br /&gt;Nu voi incepe sa vorbesc despre heaven and hell. Desi probabil va ganditi ca daca ar fi asa, daca am muri si atat, criminalii si oamenii rai ar avea aceeasi soarta ca si noi. Dar mereu uitam ca majoritatea sunt prinsi si petrec ani in inchisoare, sau uneori chiar toata viata. Iar cei are nu sunt prinsi? Well, urat,dar nu totul este frumos in viata. De ce ar fi mai bine sau mai rau dupa ea?&lt;br /&gt;Tot in "Bantuitii" apare o idee ciudata. Ca dupa ce murim ajungem pe Venus unde ducem o viata plina de distractii si bucurii. Aici nu exista excetii de criminali. Toata lumea ajunge in acelasi loc. Asta vi se pare corect? Mie nu. Bineinteles, este doar o teorie. O teorie fictionala.&lt;br /&gt;Nu incerc sa va conving de teoria mea. Probabil pesteo vreme voi crede altceva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-8284566774942668301?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/8284566774942668301/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/08/after-life-nothing.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/8284566774942668301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/8284566774942668301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/08/after-life-nothing.html' title='After life... Nothing'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/So_6n2X-i6I/AAAAAAAAALQ/KkzmzRypB3E/s72-c/Life_by_AdonisWerther.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-6045216814381027290</id><published>2009-08-07T16:11:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T14:16:47.071+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colentina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kaufland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pisici'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='absurd'/><title type='text'>Cats sau Absuridatea 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/Sn1ejBOfdcI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Dw6u0fyLdws/s1600-h/BAD_ASS_by_CarekillsKitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/Sn1ejBOfdcI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Dw6u0fyLdws/s320/BAD_ASS_by_CarekillsKitty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367550286613149122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Banuiesc ca toti ati vazult stirea de la tv in care au fost gasite 2 pisici intr-un Kaufland din Colentina mancand carne de pe rafturi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nu asta este absurd, asemenea lucruri se mai intampla. Arunci carnea si scapi de pisici. Solutia este destul de simpla.&lt;br /&gt;Absurd este faptul ca cei de la Kaufland au afirmat ca pisicile au mancat din carne inafara orelor de program! Scuzati-ma, dar CONTEAZA???  Asta inseamna ca nu mai primesc amenda?? Ma tot mir cum le vin ideile unor oameni. Daca e asa cu "inafara orelor de program" as putea sa merg si eu la Kaufland, sa raman acolo peste program si sa ma servesc din rafturi fara sa fiu sanctionata.&lt;br /&gt;Sau si mai grav, sa evadeze un criminal din inchisoare, iar politistii/ paznicii sa afirme ca ei nu au nici o vina, doar a fost inafara orelor de program (bineinteles nu este posibil pentru ca acolo lucreaza cineva 24/7).&lt;br /&gt;Treaba cu pisicile evident e urata. Am putea cumpara carne dintr-un magazin in care aceasta nu este ambalata.  Pisicilor le-ar fi mult mai usor sa manance. Si-ar baga botul peste tot. La Kaufland de obicei carnea este ambalata, dar asta nu le-a oprit pe pisici sa-si foloseasca ghiarele.&lt;br /&gt;Ma rog, in postul asta nu vreau sa vorbesc despre igiena din magazine. Pentru asta trebuia un post special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-6045216814381027290?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/6045216814381027290/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/08/cats-sau-absuridatea-5.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/6045216814381027290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/6045216814381027290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/08/cats-sau-absuridatea-5.html' title='Cats sau Absuridatea 5'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/Sn1ejBOfdcI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Dw6u0fyLdws/s72-c/BAD_ASS_by_CarekillsKitty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-6177879703800526417</id><published>2009-07-28T14:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T15:22:06.449+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairytale?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/Sm7tUK6dWqI/AAAAAAAAAIo/gJGdpA2jDnw/s1600-h/Mermaid_by_zadiraaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/Sm7tUK6dWqI/AAAAAAAAAIo/gJGdpA2jDnw/s400/Mermaid_by_zadiraaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363485137027553954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Azi dimineata mi-am adus aminte de basmele de H.C. Andersen si stiam ca am o carte cu ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bineinteles ca toti cunoasteti "Ratusca cea urata" sau "Fetita cu chibrituri". Dar eu nu despre ele vreau sa va spun, ci despre "Mica sirena", care este basmul meu preferat. Majoritatea oamenilor stiua mica sirena are un final fericit. Nu este asa. Mi se paruna dintre cele mai triste povesti scrise vreodata. Asadar, m-am gandit sa va las pasajele mele preferate din carte. Tin sa mentionez ca este o carte pentru copii. Toti stim in mare despre ce este vorba asa ca o trec direct la final, care difera de cel unosut de toata lumea. In basm este vorba despre o sirena de 15 ani are se indragosteste deun pamantean de 16 ani. Ea renunta la vocea in schimbul careia o vrajitoare ii transforma coada in picioare. Ea ajunge pe tarm unde este gasita de print, print pe care ea l-a salvat in trecut dela inec. Printul nu stie cine este cea care l-a salvat dar isi aduce aminte de o tanara care l-a gasit pe tarm si pe care nu a mai vazut-o de atunci. El are grija de mica sirena pe caro iubeste ca pe o sora. Aceasta fiind incapabila sa vorbeasca nu ii poate spune tanarului ca ea este cea care l-a salvat de la inec. Spre final  tanarul cunoaste o tanara printesa care se dovedeste sa fie cea care l-a gasit pe plaja si astfel se hotaraste sa o ia de sotie.&lt;br /&gt;Mica sirena a facut un targ cu vrajitoarea atunci cand a renuntat la vocea ei in schimbul picioarelor. Daca se intampla ca printul sa se casatoreasca cu alta fata si nu cu ea, sirena va urma sa se transforme in spuma marii si astfel sa moara.&lt;br /&gt;Iar acum pasajele:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pe cand juca, ea se gandea la acela pentru care parasise rudele si lumea ei, isi jertfise glasul fermecator, si suferise chinuri nemaipomenite. Aceasta era cea din urma noapte cand mai respira acelasi aer cu el, cand mai privea marea adanca si cerul instelat. Noapte vesnica, noapte fara vise o astepta, fiindca n-avea suflet nemuritor. Pana la miezul noptii tinura jocul si veselia pe corabie, si ea juca si radea, cu moartea-n suflet.&lt;br /&gt;Apoi printul si printesa se retrasera in cortul lor; totul intra in tacere, si ramse in picioare numai marinarul care era la carma. Mica sirena, rezemata cu bratele-i albe pe bordul corabiei se uita spre rasarit unde se iveau zorile' ea stia ca prima raza de soare o va ucide.&lt;br /&gt;Deodata surorile ei iesira din mare, albe ca si dansa; parul lor lung nu mai falfaia in vant: fusese taiat.&lt;br /&gt;- L-am dat vrajitoarei, zisera ele, pentru ca sa-ti vina in ajutor si sa nu mori in dimineata asta. Ea ne-a dat cutitul acesta; ca ce ascutit e. Inainte se a rasari soarele, trebuie sa-l implanti in inima printului, si cand sangele lui cald va curge pe picioarele tale, atunci ele se vor uni si se vor schimba intr-o coada de peste. Te vei face iarasi sirena; te vei cobori in apa cu noi, si numai peste 300 de ani vei muri si te vei preface in spuma de mare. Dar grabeste-te, aci in clipa cand soarele va rasari, trebuie ca unul din voi sa moara. Ucide-l si vino cu noi! Vezi tu dunga aceea rosie din fata noastra? Peste cateva clipe soarele se va ivi, si totul va fi sfarsit pentru tine.&lt;br /&gt;Apoi, oftand adanc, se cufundara in valuri. Mica sirena dadu la o parte perdeaua de la cort si vazu pe tinerii printi adormiti. Ea se apropie incetisor de dansii, se apleca si puse o sarutare pe fruntea celui pe care-l iubise atat de mult. Apoi intorcandu-si privirile spre rasaritul, care se inrosea din ce in ce, se uita cand la cutitul taios, cand la frumosul print, ce rostea in vis numele sotiei lui, ridica arma cu o mana trecazu cutitul, stropi de sange inrosira apa. Mica sirena se mai uita odata la print si se arunca in mare, unde-si simti corpul topindu-se in spuma.&lt;br /&gt;In lipa aceea soarele iesi din valuri; razele-i calde si binefacatoare cadeau pe spuma rece, si mica sirena nu se simtea ina nimicita; ea vazu soarele stralucind, norii depurpura si pe deasupra ei plutind mii de fiinte stravezii din lumile ceresti. Glasurile lor cantau asa de dulce si asa de tainic, ca nii o ureche omeneasca nu ar fi in stare sa le auda, cum nici devazut ochiul pamantes nu le-ar fi putut vedea. Copila marii baga de seama ca si ea avea trup la fel a fiintele acelea si ca incet, incet, se lamurea din spuma&lt;br /&gt;- Unde sunt? intreba ea cu un glas in carenu mai era nimic pamantesc.&lt;br /&gt;- La Fetele cerului, raspunsera celelalte. Sirenele n-au suflet nemuritor si nii nu-l pot dobandi decat prin iubirea unui om, vesnicia vietii lor atarna deputerea altuia. Ca si sirenele, suflet nemuritor n-au nici Fetele cerului, dar ele il pot dobandi prin faptele lor bune. Noi zburam in tarile calde, unde aerul otravit omoara pe oameni, le ducem racoarea binefacatoare si raspandim in aer miresmele florilor; pretutindeni pe unde trecem ducem sanatate si voie buna. Si numai dupa ce facem bine vreme de 300 de ani, dobandim suflet nemuritor si putem sa ne bucuram si noi de vesnica fericire omeneasca. Biata mica sirena, tu ai facut din toata inima aceleasi sfortari, ca si noi; ca si noi ai suferit si ai iesit invingatoare din toate incercarile, tu te-ai ridicat pana la lumea Duhurilor cerului, unde nu mai depinde decat de tine a sa puti, dupa 300 de ani, dobandi suflet nemuritor prin faptele tale bune.&lt;br /&gt;Si mica sirena, ridicandu-si bratele spre cer, simti pentru intaia oara ca i se umple ochii de lacrimi.&lt;br /&gt;Zgomote de veselie se auzira din nou pe corabie; sirena vazu pe print si pe frumoasa lui sotie cum se uitau u induiosare la clocotul de spuma, ca si cum ar fi stiut ca ea se aruncase in valuri. Nevazuta, ea saruta fruntea printesei, il mangaie pe print, si apoi se inalta cu Fetele cerului in norul trandafiriu, care trecea pe cer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu nu prea pot spune ca este un final fericit. Basmele lui H.C. Andersen mereu au o morala. Chiar cred ca atunci cand ajungi sa renunti la absoult tot pentru o persoana care nici nu stie ca existi ajungi sa te arzi destul de rau. Cred ca prin neputinta de a comunica cu printul, Andersen a incercat sa arate ca indiferent cat de mult ne-am stradui sa facem o persoana sa ne remarce sau sa o "fortam" sa ne iubeasca, nu vom reusi niciodata.&lt;br /&gt;De asemenea ar putea sugera ca nu trebuie sa renuntam la familie si la tot ce avem mai bun doar ca sa ne atingem un scop. Uneori ceea ce vrem nu este si ceea ce avem nevoie. Mica sirena a renuntat la viata ei de 300 de ani doar pentru a se casatori cu printul si pentru a dobandi suflet nemuritor. Prin final se sugereaza ca pentru a dobandi ceva atat de "imposibil" precum un suflet nemuritor/ fericire trebuie sa faci multe sacrificii, iar in final sa nu fie ceea ce te-ai asteptat.&lt;br /&gt;Ceea ce mi-a placut mie cel mai mult a fost ca ea nu l-a omorat pe print. She let him go. Eu cred ca cel mai frumos gest este acela de a lasa persoana pe care tu o iubesti cel mai mult din intreaga lume sa fie fericita cu altcineva. Sa-ti sacrifici propria fericire pentru fericirea altuia mi se pare un lucru enorm, si de care eu probabil nu as fi capabila niciodata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-6177879703800526417?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/6177879703800526417/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/07/fairytale.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/6177879703800526417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/6177879703800526417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/07/fairytale.html' title='Fairytale?'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/Sm7tUK6dWqI/AAAAAAAAAIo/gJGdpA2jDnw/s72-c/Mermaid_by_zadiraaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-5851920740939309992</id><published>2009-07-28T13:56:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T14:08:45.567+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Efectul Placebo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/Sm7cBXAJ2iI/AAAAAAAAAIg/kOnfwdKpX4E/s1600-h/placebo-bucuresti-2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/Sm7cBXAJ2iI/AAAAAAAAAIg/kOnfwdKpX4E/s400/placebo-bucuresti-2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363466122157480482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Da, stiu ca, concertul Placebo a fost acu` o luna si ca nu am scris atunci despre el, nici acum nu o sa o prea fac. Au scris toti cunoscutii mei despre concert si eu fiind exact langa ei ar insemna sa va povestesc aceleasi lucruri. Daca sunteti interesati intrati pe blogul Andei, Izei, Oanei sau al lui Spadez. Ce vreau sa va spun eu este efetul pe care il are muzica lor asupra mea acum dupa ce am fost la concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Exact dupa ce am venit acasa nu prea am mai ascultat Placebo. Cred ca vreo 3 saptamani dupa concert nu am ascultat Placebo deloc si asta nu pentru ca nu mai aveam chef, ci pentru ca nu simteam nevoia. Vedeam pe lastfm ca toti cei ace au fost la concert asculta non-stop Placebo si ma intrebam "What`s wrong with me??".&lt;br /&gt;Am ascultat doar Beatles de atunci si de altfel foarte putina muzica. Probabil pentru ca m-am apucat intens de citit.&lt;br /&gt;Dar saptamana trecuta mergand la Cluj m-am gandit eu sa-mi pornesc mp3 playerul si sa ascult muzica. Pentru ca nu aveam chef de ceva anume l-am pus pe shuffle si am ineput sa ascult. Dupa mai multemelodii mi-a intrat Kitty Litter de la Placebo, piesa cu care au inceput concertul. Vai deci am trait o stare de nedescris. Mi s-a facut pielea de gaina cand mi-am adus aminte de inceputul concertului si cat de frumos a fost. De fiecare data cand aud o piesa de la concert am reactia asta. E o senzatie megafaina! Asta ar fi destul incat sa va faceti o parere cum a fost concertul. One word : AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rUs3rBtDxwA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rUs3rBtDxwA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-5851920740939309992?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/5851920740939309992/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/07/efectul-placebo.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/5851920740939309992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/5851920740939309992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/07/efectul-placebo.html' title='Efectul Placebo'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/Sm7cBXAJ2iI/AAAAAAAAAIg/kOnfwdKpX4E/s72-c/placebo-bucuresti-2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-7332354183029234244</id><published>2009-07-27T15:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T15:28:13.250+03:00</updated><title type='text'>CUMPAR Joc pe televizor!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Cumpar joc pe televizor dinala vechi. Nu dau mai mult de 30 de lei pe el. Si sa fie cu tot cu manete si caseta cu&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mario&lt;/span&gt;. THANK YOU!&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-7332354183029234244?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/7332354183029234244/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/07/cumpar-joc-pe-televizor.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/7332354183029234244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/7332354183029234244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/07/cumpar-joc-pe-televizor.html' title='CUMPAR Joc pe televizor!!!!!!!'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-609745968655663317</id><published>2009-07-11T12:02:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T12:30:41.534+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Punctul Culminant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SlhbqmI181I/AAAAAAAAAII/AmTgWsILpCw/s1600-h/Standing_for_the_train__by_stars_fall_down.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SlhbqmI181I/AAAAAAAAAII/AmTgWsILpCw/s200/Standing_for_the_train__by_stars_fall_down.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357132544107475794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cum poate un film semibun sa se transforme intr-un film prost? Va spun eu cum. Apare faimoasa situatie in care cei 2 "indragostiti" se hotarasc sa-si faca bagajele si sa fuga in lume impreuna. Atunci iti dai seama ca treaba asta nu o sa se intample! Ori apare criminalu`, ori moare unu dintre ei pe drum, ori le vine mintea la cap. Imi place sa ma uit la filme nu atat de previzibile. Sa imi dea totusi putin de gandit, sau sa nu imi dau seama cum o sa se termine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Urasc toate filmele care au asemenea scene. Cand apare faza cu bagajele e clar: It`s not gonna` happen! I know it, YOU know it, EVERYBODY knows it! Atunci de ce mai faci un film cand sti din timp cum se termina?&lt;br /&gt;M-am saturat de porcarii de genu`. Pana si filmele bune au o asemenea scena (Little Children, American Beauty - bine ca aici nu-i concret daca  fug sau nu, dar scena exista).&lt;br /&gt;Cel mai cunoscut exemplu este "Titanic". Cei 2 pasarei se hotarasc ca dupa ce vaporul va ancora sa fuga impreuna si sa traiasca fericiti pana la adanci batraneti. Evident nu se intampla pentru ca pasaroiul cu ochi albastrii moare. DE CE?? De ce cand apare situatia de "fugit in lume" mereu se termina prost? Nu o sa inteleg niciodata. Pe langa asta iti si strica finalul. E clar ca nu e de bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-609745968655663317?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/609745968655663317/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/07/punctul-culminant.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/609745968655663317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/609745968655663317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/07/punctul-culminant.html' title='Punctul Culminant'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SlhbqmI181I/AAAAAAAAAII/AmTgWsILpCw/s72-c/Standing_for_the_train__by_stars_fall_down.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-868044985249456298</id><published>2009-07-10T13:50:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T13:52:50.947+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Spuf!</title><content type='html'>Pentru ca nu mai pot citii "Bantuitii" de Palahniuk am zis sa bag asa un micut post!&lt;br /&gt;Reclama asta ma binedispune gen hardcore. Stiu ca e idioata, but hey! :)) SPUF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R_tyzFFyY7A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R_tyzFFyY7A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-868044985249456298?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/868044985249456298/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/07/spuf.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/868044985249456298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/868044985249456298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/07/spuf.html' title='Spuf!'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-3040913166114012344</id><published>2009-07-09T11:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T11:28:42.080+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SlWonbOIitI/AAAAAAAAAIA/hvR8HF048GI/s1600-h/Lucy_in_the_Sky_with_Diamonds_by_SpiritOfTheShadow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356372727102474962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SlWonbOIitI/AAAAAAAAAIA/hvR8HF048GI/s320/Lucy_in_the_Sky_with_Diamonds_by_SpiritOfTheShadow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Din moment ce acest song este unul dintre preferatele mele am zis sa va spun si voua povestea lui. La varsta de 7-8 ani copilul lui John Lennon, Julian, a venit acasa cu un desen ce reprezenta o fetita inconjurata de stele. La intrebarea lui John despre ce reprezinta desenul Julian a raspuns "Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds". Lucy era o fetita mai mare cu cativa ani decat Julian care mai avea grija de el la scoala si cu care se juca. Intr-o zi John a fost la magazinul parintilor ei si cand a vazut-o i-a spus "Hey Lucy in the sky with diamonds!". La inceput familia ei a crezut ca e doar o alta hestie spusa de John, dar mai tarziu cand a aparut cantecul si-au dat seama ca este vorba despre Lucy a lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Desi multa lume spune ca melodia ar fi despre LSD (&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;ucy in the &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;ky with &lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;iamonds), John Lennon a afirmat ca el nu si-a dat niciodata seama de initiale si ca niciodata nu asculta vreun cantec invers. Deasemenea a mai spus ca el nu a dat niciodata un sens ascuns melodiilor sale si ca daca ar face asta ar recunoaste. Multi oameni au dedus faptul ca este despre LSD din cauza versurilor : &lt;em&gt;Cellophane flowers of yellow and green, / Towering over your head. / Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes, /And she's gone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;John Lennon a spus ca pentru a scrie cantecul s-a inspirat din "Alice in Tara Minunilor". De asemenea Lewis Caroll a fost si scriitorul sau preferat.&lt;br /&gt;Pe final va las o parte din filmulu "Yellow Submarine", partea cu Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A7F2X3rSSCU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A7F2X3rSSCU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-3040913166114012344?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/3040913166114012344/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/07/lucy-in-sky-with-diamonds.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/3040913166114012344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/3040913166114012344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/07/lucy-in-sky-with-diamonds.html' title='Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SlWonbOIitI/AAAAAAAAAIA/hvR8HF048GI/s72-c/Lucy_in_the_Sky_with_Diamonds_by_SpiritOfTheShadow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-390488891326280180</id><published>2009-07-08T10:48:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T11:11:01.630+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Soulmates Never Die?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355998206655628050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SlRT_d1WgxI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ABNl5PumrLY/s320/Soulmates.jpg" /&gt;Uneori imi vin niste idei destul de ciudate (sau nu) in cap. Ma intrebam acu vreo 2 saptamani cum ar fi viata noastra daca am sti de la o anumita varsta, de exemplu 14-15 ani, cine este sufletul nostru pereche. Adica sa ai o imagine a persoanei respective si sa afli si momentul in care va veti intalni. Asta inseamna sa nu ai relatii cu nici o alta persoana? De exemplu descoperi ca tu iti vei intalni sufletul pereche la 27 de ani. Pana la 27 de ani nu faci nimic? Stai si astepti sa apara marea ta dragoste? Dar daca marea ta dragoste se gandeste ca nu are rabdare pana atunci si vrea sa aiba si alte relatii pana la tine? Nu e prea corect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apoi pentru ca toti am sti cine este marea noastra iubire nu am avea relatii serioase cu cei dinaintea Ei/Lui. Am avea parte de mici "bucurii" si atat. Nu am avea parte de relatii serioase pentru ca fiecare ar sti ca locul lor nu este impreuna. Astfel am incerca sa nu ne atasam decat de persoana potrivita. Stau si ma intreb, se poate lucrul asta? Pana la urma suntem toti oameni. ( O sa va intrebati daca m-am gandit la toate sitiatiile, ei bine da I have a boring life ). Daca ai sti cine este sufletul tau pereche ai incerca sa nu te indragostesti de o alta persoana? Sa spunem ca ai face-o, dar daca exact atunci cand esti fericit cu cineva care nu iti este "destinat" apare sufletul sau pereche? Iar daca si cealtalta persoana este indragostita de tine va trebui sa aleaga intre tine si cel/cea cu care ii este dat sa traiasca. Mi-am dat seama ca a sti din timp cine este marea ta iubire nu este un lucru tocmai bun. Bineinteles, ai evita o gramada de relatii care nu duc nicaieri sau de relatii in urma carora cu tot ce te alegi este a &lt;strong&gt;broken heart. &lt;/strong&gt;Dar lucrurile s-ar complica prea mult. Si cine isi doreste ca intreaga lui viata sa fie doar cu o &lt;strong&gt;singura &lt;/strong&gt;persoana?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-390488891326280180?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/390488891326280180/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/07/soulmates-never-die.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/390488891326280180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/390488891326280180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/07/soulmates-never-die.html' title='Soulmates Never Die?'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SlRT_d1WgxI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ABNl5PumrLY/s72-c/Soulmates.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-1210779509047211648</id><published>2009-06-19T22:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T23:36:39.281+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vanilla sky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fericire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realitate'/><title type='text'>Dreams and Reality.</title><content type='html'>Niciodata nu am reusit sa inteleg ideea de a confunda visele cu realitatea, pana cand am patit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Peste tot auzeam chestia aia cu "am trait ceva atat de frumos incat mi se pare ca visez". That never happened to me. Tocmai am vazut Vanilla Sky si era la un moment dat o scena de megaiubire intre protagonisti. Ea il intreaba : Is this a dream? El raspunde : Yes. Haha, chiar era un vis!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/Sjv0yafRKGI/AAAAAAAAAHI/8NI2IQM-fag/s1600-h/My_Wonderland_by_dianar87.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/Sjv0yafRKGI/AAAAAAAAAHI/8NI2IQM-fag/s320/My_Wonderland_by_dianar87.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349138129373702242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu tine de fericire chestia asta. De ce lumea nu poate accepta ca DA MA FRATE, YOU ARE FINALY GETTING SOMETHING GOOD! Si nu, nu e un vis. Eh, dar am mai vorbit despre asta. Ideea e ca eu ajung sa fiu fericita prin mai multe etape. Nu se intampla dintr-o data.&lt;br /&gt;Dar mi-am dat seama ca pana si in vis imi dau seama ca e vis atunci cand lucrurile o iau razna. Cand dintr-o data lumea incepe sa se poarte ciudat, cand ma pierd in propria casa, cand fac ceva si nu mai termin, cand ma ranesc destul de rau si nu simt nimic. Dar cred ca atunci sunt in faza de trezire. Niciodata nu mi-am pus problema de "vis" cand visam/traiam ceva frumos.&lt;br /&gt;Si pentru ca pana nu de mult timp nu am experimentat trairea de confundare a realitatii cu un vis nici nu credeam ca este posibil sa faci asa ceva cand esti TREAZ. Am patit o chestie meganasoala dupa care m-am dus in baie si efectiv mi se parea ca visez. Toata atmosfera parea sa fie una dintr-un cosmar. Pana si obiectele din jur le vedeam in ceata, ca intr-un vis. Mergeam pe strada si parca timpul statea in loc. Acum o ora eram cea mai fericita si dintr-o data BANG! Ma simteam ca intr-un cosmar. Din pacata era realitatea. Realitatea care iti da un pumn in fata cand te astepti mai putin. De atunci am mai patit odata chestia asta, dar mi-am revenit repede. Oricum nici una dintre cele doua situatii nu au fost grave, dar s-au intamplat cand eram intr-o stare de euforie. Si sa treci de la ceva frumos la ceva nasol in mai putin de 1 minut just might seem a nightmare! Si nu ma refer la chestia asta ca la o metafora. Efectiv nu iti mai dai seama de ce se intampla in jurul tau, just like in your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Asadar cand traiesti ceva frumos esti constient de ceea ce se intampla. Da, pare prea frumos ca sa fie adevarat, dar nu stai niciodata sa te intrebi de doua ori daca ceea ce experimentezi e real sau nu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-1210779509047211648?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/1210779509047211648/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/06/dreams-and-reality.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/1210779509047211648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/1210779509047211648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/06/dreams-and-reality.html' title='Dreams and Reality.'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/Sjv0yafRKGI/AAAAAAAAAHI/8NI2IQM-fag/s72-c/My_Wonderland_by_dianar87.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-8988539996690311553</id><published>2009-06-16T21:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:59:24.228+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pentru ca nu prea am planuri pentru vara asta, astazi mi-a venit o idee "geniala". Adica sa ma uit la un film pe zi toata vara si sa scriu despre el.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru treaba asta am creat un blog separat. In caz ca sunteti interesati : http://movie5groovy.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;Sper sa ma tin de treaba. Daca cumva nu reusesc sa vad un film in fiecare zi o sa ma uit in urmatorea zi la doua :)). Numai sa rezist.&lt;br /&gt;Astazi m-am uitat deja la doua filme, pentru ca duminica si luni voi fi plecata si nu am cum sa ma uit la vreun film. Primul film despre care o sa scriu este "Hearts in Atlantis".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-8988539996690311553?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/8988539996690311553/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-movies.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/8988539996690311553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/8988539996690311553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-movies.html' title='Summer Movies'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-6987044053283291151</id><published>2009-06-14T19:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T20:15:27.657+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Absurditatea 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saptamana trecuta am mers cu niste prieteni sa bem ceva. Stand linisti&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SjUwEcpDplI/AAAAAAAAAFs/7T94FOJhLi8/s1600-h/english%20flag.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347232985538340434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SjUwEcpDplI/AAAAAAAAAFs/7T94FOJhLi8/s200/english%2520flag.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ta la masa, tot aud niste oameni vorbind in engleza la o masa alaturata. Pentru ca sunt megaatrasa de english boys m-am uitat sa vad cine vorbeste. Erau 2 tipi asa mai "metal" care imi pareau cunoscuti dupa fata. La un moment dat au inceput sa vorbeasca pe romana. Apoi sa combine engleza cu romana. Apoi iar in engleza. Ma rog, majoritatea timpului vorbeau in engleza. Da, stiu, ce treaba am eu cu ei? Ba nu stiu, dar mi se pare mega aiurea sa vorbesti in alta limba cand esti la un suc cu prietenul tau cel mai bun. Cred ca oamenii astia nici nu mai constientizeaza cand vorbesc in romana si cand nu. Nu spun ca nu e ok sa vorbesti limbi straine. Ba da, e foarte bine, dar iti formezi un obicei prost. Daca cunosti persoane care nu vorbesc asa bine limba engleza. Incepi tu sa-i zici una alta pe romana si apoi o dai pe engleza fara sa-ti dai seama. Omu` ala se pierde. Sta si se uita la tine gen : ce dracu ai ma? Sau mergi acasa la mama. Ea te intreaba ce ai facut la scoala, daca vrei sa mananci o ciorba de fasole si tu incepi sa-i povestesti si iar o dai pe engleza. Asta da comunicare. Sau tu vorbesti doar cu prietenii tai asa? Cand iesi afara esti megacool si o dai pe limbi straine, iar in restul timpului vorbesti romana ca nu ai ce face. Sper din tot sufletul sa ajungi in Anglia, USA sau alte tari vorbitoare de limba engleza. Banuiesc ca asta e visul tau. Sa scapi de limba romana ca si asa e foarte urata. Cum sa fie urata ma limba romana?? Limba romana e o limba romanica complexa si frumoasa. Deja o dam in snobism.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Si eu mai folosesc asa unele cuvinte pe engleza, dar nu 90% din timp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Parerea mea este ca tu fiind roman si traind in Romania normal ar fi sa vorbesti pe romana din respect fata de ceilalti. De exemplu cand ieseam cu niste prieteni maghiari si ei incepeau sa vorbeasca in ungureste eu ma simteam foarte prost si in plus. Scuze daca am parut rasista, nu asta era intentia. Dar e foarte nasol sa nu ai habar despre ce vorbeste cel de langa tine. Apoi mai aiurea mi se pare cand le combini. Practic tot ce spui ajunge sa nu mai aiba sens. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, acum voi incheia, oricum acest post mi se pare mega&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FAIL. I shall get back to my boredom, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;v-am pupat &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my dearest readers. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sa aveti &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a great day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-6987044053283291151?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/6987044053283291151/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/06/absurditatea-4.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/6987044053283291151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/6987044053283291151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/06/absurditatea-4.html' title='Absurditatea 4'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SjUwEcpDplI/AAAAAAAAAFs/7T94FOJhLi8/s72-c/english%2520flag.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-4138913248660331654</id><published>2009-05-26T19:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T19:59:49.279+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Edward Scissorhands sau Absurditatea 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/Shwd8CSpHhI/AAAAAAAAAFk/_xGqycENWX4/s1600-h/scissors_by_aperfectissue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/Shwd8CSpHhI/AAAAAAAAAFk/_xGqycENWX4/s320/scissors_by_aperfectissue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340176175398985234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     Am o prietena care a iesit cu ce mai ciudati tipi. Ar putea fi un personaj din Sex And The City. Cand spun ciudati, ma refer la meseriile lor. Dar nu despre asta vreau sa vorbesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Am iesit cu prietena mea in weekend si ne-am intalnit cu un tip cu care a iesit mai demult. Tipul e frizer (vai scuze hairstylist B-)). Schimba ei 2 vorbe dupa care tipul merge mai departe. Eu curioasa din fire observ ca are un tatuaj pe spate, doar ca era prea departe deja ca sa-mi dau seama ce era. O intreb pe prietena mea (care are o vedere mai buna). Ea se uita si-mi raspunde: Vai nu cred tu are o foarfeca tatuata =)). Am inceput sa rad cu lacrimi. La inceput credeam ca face misto de mine. Nu, intr-adevar tipu` avea tatuata ustensila muncii sale, foarfeca. Doar mie mi se pare penibil? Bine nu ar trebui sa judec omu`. Daca el e mandru ca e frizer... Dupa treaba asta mi-am pus urmatoarea intrebare: Ce tatuaj ar trebui sa aiba fiecare om in functie de meseria lui? Un macelar ar trebui sa aiba o secure? Un profesor- un catalog? Un dentist - un dinte sau o dantura intreaga, sau de ce nu o periuta de dinti? Un gropar - o lopata? Un bancher - semnu dela dolar, euro, lira etc? Un medic -  o tumoare? Si evident pentru ca nu m-am putut abtine... O prostituata? Ce si-ar putea tatua o prostituata?? Are de unde alege...&lt;br /&gt;         Cum ar fi daca toti ne-am tatua in functie de meseria noastra. Ar fi mai usor sa ne alegem partenerii, iar lumea nu ar avea cum sa minta in legatura cu jobul lor. Interesant. Dar dacaam schimba slujba? Ar trebui sa ne stergem vechiul tatuaj si sa ne facem unul nou? Tatuajul ar fi un fel de ID. Mai usor de discriminat. Asa daca eu sunt interesata in a-mi gasi un fotograf ca viitor sot ma uit pe strada dupa barbati care au tatuat un film, sau un tripod, sau un aparat foto (asta mi se pare mai putin lipsit de creativitate). Trebuie sa fi si creativ sa-ti alegi un tatuaj nu atat de evident si astfel sa lasi oamenii in ceata, sa nu fie siguri de meseria pe care o ai. Dar de ce ai face asta? Doar tu esti mandru ca esti&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;frizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, politist, gropar, dentist, medic legist, avocat, stripper, prostituata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-4138913248660331654?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/4138913248660331654/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/05/edward-scissorhands-sau-absurditatea-3.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/4138913248660331654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/4138913248660331654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/05/edward-scissorhands-sau-absurditatea-3.html' title='Edward Scissorhands sau Absurditatea 3'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/Shwd8CSpHhI/AAAAAAAAAFk/_xGqycENWX4/s72-c/scissors_by_aperfectissue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-6717822794499116301</id><published>2009-05-23T23:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T18:47:51.504+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mereu am fost impresionata de"coincidente". De la cele marunte la cele colosale. La ce ma refer prin "coincidente"? De exemplu azi dimineata ma gandeam la nistre versuri dintr-o piesa mai veche, sau la un film car l-am vazut mai demult si mi-a placut foarte mult. Ma gandesc la chstiile astea fara un motiv anume. Dar sintampla ceva ciudat. Banuiesc ca stiti deja ce. Trce putin timp, pornesc televizorul si BANG! Vad ca peste o saptamana o sa fie filmul respectiv la tv. Nu vazusem reclama inainte, nu mi-a amintit nimeni de film. Am discutat cu profesoara mea mega inteligenta despre treaba asta si a zis ca poate am auzit desi nu eram atenta si mi-a ramas mesajul in subconstient bla bla bla. Dar asta nu explica treaba cu melodia. O melodie veche car eo vezi foarte rar la televizor, o melodie uitata de lume care candva a insemant ceva pentru tine nu are cum sa apara "din intamplare" la TV in ziua in care tu iti aduci aminte de ea. Ma rog, astea sunt exemple de care ma lovesc in fiecare saptamana. Mai sunt si intalnirile ciudate cu persoane pe care nu l-eam vazut de o gramada de timp si chiar recent cand ma gandesc la ele "se intampla" sa ne intalnim pe strada. Am renuntat sa ma mai gandesc care e faza cu toate coincidentele astea pentru ca nu ajung la nici o concluzie. Stiu ca toate lucrurile de mai sus sunt chestiuni minore, dar am avut parte si de multe lucruri serioase si chiar de speriat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Inca un lucru care mereu mi s-a parut incredibil este urmatorul. Treci pe strada pe langa o persoana, te lovesti de ea cu caruciorul intr-un magazin, stai la masa de alaturi intr-un bar si niciodata nu o observi. Imi aduc aminte de o faza din Desperate Houseives cand Susan mereu se "lovea" de o tipa. Tot asa in magazin, sau la spital. Bine stiu ca e doar un serial, dar asemenea lucruri se intampla. In final they really crashed. S-au ciocnit cu masinile si tipa respectiva a murit. Chiar cred in asemenea lucruri. Nu cred ca sunt doar coincidente. De exemplu sunt doua persoane. Sunt impreuna. Inainte sa se cunoasca se intampla sa treaca mereu unul pe langa celalalt, sa stea la aceeasi coada la magazin, sa se loveasca unul de celalalt la un concert si niciodata sa nu se observe. Si de ce s-ar observa? Sunt straini. Niciodata nu ne aducem aminte fetele celor pe langa care trecem pe strada. Suntem preocupati doar de noi. Ceea ce e perfect normal. Mereu mi-am dorit sa stiu de cate ori am avut contact cu o anumita persoana inainte sa ne cunoastem. Sa stiu ca era langa mine in situatii la care nici nu ma astept. E ciudat si interesant. Dar e ceva ce noi nu putem controla. Asa ca da straine, poate intr-o zi voi trece pe langa tine, te voi intreba cat e ceasul, vom calatorii cu acelasi autobuz pana intr-o zi cand o sa ne cunoastem. Cine stie, maybe we`ll even get married, or CRASH into eachother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota: Va recomand sa va uitati la prologul filmului Magnolia, este despre asa ceva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-6717822794499116301?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/6717822794499116301/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/05/strange.html#comment-form' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/6717822794499116301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/6860043460937078848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/6860043460937078848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/05/heineken.html' title='Heineken'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-7395682444179152387</id><published>2009-05-09T21:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:24:27.045+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Absurditatea 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Postarea asta ar trebui sa fie interzisa copiilor sub 18 ani chiar daca e vorba despre o persoana de 14 ani aici.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333905159389069282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SgXWe3MCP-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/B_mWbViN6cM/s320/Decadence_of_MentalPlaygrounds_by_BloodySerenity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tin sa mentionez ca asta nu e fictiune. EXISTA! Ma tot gandesc cum as putea cenzura postu` asta ca sa nu par o tipa vulgara. Dar voi povesti exact cum mi s-a povestit. Si repet, nu e fictiune! Astazi, stand la un suc am vazut un tip nu foarte drag mie si am facut o gluma proasta pe seama lui. Prietena mea imi raspunde glumei astfel: Am auzit ca are p**a mare? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu : Ce?? De unde sti?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ea : Poi i-o facut X laba.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu : Da cine ti-o zis?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ea : Poi chiar ea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu : Tu vorbesti serios???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ea : Da tu, are si olista in spatele agendei cu tipii cu acre so sarutat, f***t, handjobs + blowjobs + kissing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu : Da are 14 ani!! Si cati tipi are pe lista?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ea : Poi avea 33. La unu avea handjob fara kissing =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu : Ai de capu meu ma. Da nu`i normal asa ceva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ea : Ea o zis ca ii place sa se joace cu baietii, sa-i foloseasca si apoi sa scape de ei. La care eu i-am zis : "Eu cred ca ei se folosesc de tine".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nu as putea sa nu fiu de acord. Adica tu la 14 ani ai lista cu cati tipi ai avut asemenea contacte? Tin sa mentionez ca din 33 doar cu unu a facut sex, in ceva WC. Si aici nu-i vorba de ceva tiganca. E o fata dintr-o familie normala, care a intrat intr-un anturaj prost si care crede ca-i bine ce face. Bineinteles ca nu doar ea e asa. E la fel ca celelalte fete de 14 ani din gasca ei. Doar ca ea e mai desteapta, ea se foloseste de baieti. Da ma fata, tu dupa ce ii satisfaci pe astia si ei isi dau drumu pe tine, care ii satisfactia ta? Cum adica tu ii folosesti? Nu tu esti unealta placerii, care in final nu ramane cu nimica? Poate cu un gust rau in gura. (Si la propriu si la figurat).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ma tot intreb ce ar zice parintii ei daca ar afla. Am ramas absolut socata dupa povestea asta. La fel cum zicea un prieten, credeam ca povestile de genu` exista doar in filme sau sunt ceva legende. Dar exista. Poate o sa ziceti ca m-a mintit prietena mea. Nu m-a mintit fratilor. Chiar ca suna imposibil, dar asa e. We can`t hide from the truth. Parintii aia nu`si vad copilu de 14 ani? Ca asta e, e un copil care isi distruge viata de acuma. Dar cine sunt eu sa judec. De la o generatie la alta e tot mai rau. Nu prea stiu ce-i de facut. M-am gandit sa scriu chestia asta pentru ca e gresit. Nu la fel de gresit cu urmaritul oamenilor cu ghiozdane scrise pe strada, dar e gresit. E absurd! E trist si urat! Si repet: NU E FICTIUNE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-7395682444179152387?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/7395682444179152387/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/05/absurditatea-2.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/7395682444179152387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/7395682444179152387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/05/absurditatea-2.html' title='Absurditatea 2'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SgXWe3MCP-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/B_mWbViN6cM/s72-c/Decadence_of_MentalPlaygrounds_by_BloodySerenity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-9007854164781888748</id><published>2009-05-09T10:42:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T10:45:29.413+03:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP</title><content type='html'>I need help! Nu stiti cum se cheama piesa din reclama aia de la Orange cu indragostitii. Care ies 3 zile si doar in ultima il saruta tipa? Versurile is cam asa "We held hands like lovers do. You said you love me..."&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me daca stiti. Reclama a fost schimbata pe urma cu The Shirlles - Will you still love me tomorrow".&lt;br /&gt;Merci.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-9007854164781888748?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/9007854164781888748/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/05/help.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/9007854164781888748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/9007854164781888748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/05/help.html' title='HELP'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-4271071785647694348</id><published>2009-05-02T17:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T17:43:23.235+03:00</updated><title type='text'>3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/Sfxb6UEE3pI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mHvQQBEot34/s1600-h/Threesome_by_Z3r0Shin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 172px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/Sfxb6UEE3pI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mHvQQBEot34/s320/Threesome_by_Z3r0Shin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331237116276170386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca am citit deja o carte despre iubirea in 3 ("Castele de carton") mi-am pus intrebarea : Care e mai "usoara" (nu gasesc cuvantul potrivit) o iubire in 2 sau o iubre in 3? Tocmai mi-am cumparat o carte cu subiectu asta ("In trei"). Dupa ce citesc si cartea asta o sa scriu un post mai lung despre subiectul asta. Am zis sa scriu acuma putin ca altfel uit. So... Va urma..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-4271071785647694348?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/4271071785647694348/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/05/3.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/4271071785647694348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/4271071785647694348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/05/3.html' title='3'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/Sfxb6UEE3pI/AAAAAAAAAE0/mHvQQBEot34/s72-c/Threesome_by_Z3r0Shin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-2813423731643174844</id><published>2009-04-29T17:37:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:20:14.907+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Why to run away with Me and Mary Jane</title><content type='html'>O sa incep acest post cu un citat mega cunoscut care mi se pare ca se potriveste perfect. Este vorba de fraza de inceput din Trainspotting: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330143978201496258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/Sfh5tTZjOsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/doh-gI-Ic1Q/s320/mark-renton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed- interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose not to choose life: I chose something else.&lt;br /&gt;I choose not to live, but to survive.&lt;br /&gt;Ce am de gand sa scriu nu e decat un vis de al meu. Probabil o sa ma credeti nebuna sau imatura, dar e doar un vis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Choose a job. De ce as vrea o slujba? De ce as vrea o cariera? De ce as vrea sa ma casatoresc la 30 de ani cu un tip cu care am fost impreuna mult timp? Sa ma casatoresc, sa am o slujba buna cu un salar OK. Sa fac un copil. Sa am parte de mici vacante in Grecia, Bulgaria, Turcia sau unde e la moda. Sa vizitez o gramada de locuri in fiecare an cu sotul meu iubitor si cu copilul meu perfect. Si totusi, cine are parte de asa ceva? Cine are parte de o viata micuta si perfecta? Oamenii ajung la 30 de ani sa se casatoreasca cu prima persoana disponibila din cauza relatilor esuate din trecut. Oamenii se avanta intr-o casnicie doar pentru ca "e vremea". Ce consecinte are avantarea asta? Te gandesti ca, chiar daca iubirea nu`i asa de mare o sa apara pe parcurs. Sau mai poti sa fai un copil ca sa sporeasca iubirea dintre voi. Si daca faceti un copil si voi tot nu simtiti nimic? Ce se intampla? Divortati. Si cu copilul ce se intampla? Eh nu se intampla nimic. Se obisnuieste el. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mai e varianta cu slujba. Termini o facultate buna si nu-ti gasesti de lucru. Doar e recesiune. Ce faci? Tot incerci si tot incerci. Iti gasesti ceva, evident ca nu poti face bani multi din start. Trebuie sa ai mult noroc. Ca sa ajungi sa ai o slujba cu un salar bun trebuie sa perseverezi. Poate o sa par mega pesimista, dar pe bune, in final cu ce ramai? Si mai vine si celebrul citat "Banii nu aduc fericirea". Poate o aduc, da in final tot mori. Ramai tu si cu banii. Vai ce gandire am!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Stau si ma intreb, ce vreau eu de la viata? Probabil ce vrea si restul de 99,9% din populatie. O slujba cat de cat ok, cu un salar ok cat sa poti trai. Un sot frumos care sa ma iubeasca si de care sa nu ma plitisesc dupa primii 3 ani si un copil sanatos fizic si mintal. Dar nu ii destul ca toata lumea vrea asta? De ce nu pot sa am si eu parte de eva mai special? Mai diferit. Si nu ma refer sa ajung megafamous sau alte basme dinastea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Si acum sa va spun de "visul" meu. Imi doresc sa termin liecul si sa plec. Nu la facultate. Sa ma iau si sa ma duc in lume impreuna cu cineva. Se plecam cu putini bani, putine haine prin toata lumea. Sa facem popasuri de cateva luni undeva la mare sau la munte. Sa avem in fiecare loc in &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/Sfh5DzkdEHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/h7p4W_rCuxc/s1600-h/hippie_dreams_by_mevika.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330143265282658418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/Sfh5DzkdEHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/h7p4W_rCuxc/s320/hippie_dreams_by_mevika.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;care ne oprim un mic loc de munca prin care sa ne castigam banii de mancare si de urmatorul drum. Sa ne cumparam a little hippie van si sa calatorim peste tot, sa cunoastem oameni frumosi si inteligenti. Sa avem parte de o gramada de aventuri. Sa ne facem prieteni la diferite festivaluri de de muzica. Sa ajungem sa fim imuni la boli. Sa ajungem in diferite tari, diferite locuri. Nu am avea o viata monotona. Am face baie in rauri sau in mare. Cand ne plictisim de calatorit sa ne oprim undeva pentru mai mult timp and have a baby. And I could have dreadlocks again, ca sa evit spalatul parului :)). Cred ca nu ne-am plictisii niciodata. Bineinteles ca apar multe intrebari. Copiii nostri ce scoala ar face? Iam educa noi si diferitii oameni care ii intalnim. Primele 4 clase se pot face cu oricine. Nu e greu sa inveti un copil sa srie si sa citeasca. Sau mai e varianta urmatoare. Calatoresti 15 ani in continuu si apoi te hotarasti sa te opresti undeva. Undeva la tara. Intr`un loc linistit. Atunci ai putea sa faci si copilul. De lucru tot iti gasesti ceva ca sa poti duce un trai normal. Dar cel putin ai avut o viata destul de palpitanta. Sau daca ajungi sa iubesti sa calatoresti si sa nu`ti doresti copil atunci e mult mai usor. Desi pentru ca eu imi doresc copil, as putea sa calatoresc o vreme si apoi sa ma opres si sa ma multumesc cu o viata simpla. Cu povesti la foc de tabara si cu priteni putini, dar apropiati. Si mai ales, as ramane cu amintiri frumoase. As putea murii fericita si implinita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dar probabil in final voi face as Mark Renton did, I`ll choose life:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm going to change. This is the last of this sort of thing. I'm cleaning up and I'm moving on, going straight and choosing life. I'm looking forward to it already. I'm going to be just like you: the job, the family, the fucking big television, the washing machine, the car, the compact disc and electrical tin opener, good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, mortgage, starter home, leisurewear, luggage, three-piece suite, DIY, game shows, junk food, children, walks in the park, nine to five, good at golf, washing the car, choice of sweaters, family Christmas, indexed pension, tax exemption, clearing the gutters, getting by, looking ahead, to the day you die. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-2813423731643174844?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/2813423731643174844/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-to-run-away-with-me-and-mary-jane.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/2813423731643174844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/2813423731643174844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-to-run-away-with-me-and-mary-jane.html' title='Why to run away with Me and Mary Jane'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/Sfh5tTZjOsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/doh-gI-Ic1Q/s72-c/mark-renton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-5137256289515258761</id><published>2009-04-26T16:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T16:37:40.748+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Absurditatea 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SfRjTK90N1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/thky-AK5CmA/s1600-h/Backpack_by_kasovitz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328993440098432850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SfRjTK90N1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/thky-AK5CmA/s320/Backpack_by_kasovitz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Probabil va intrebati ce poate fi absurd la un rucsac? Nimic. Nici faptul ac scri pe el totfelul de porcarii nu e absurd! Absurd e sa urmaresti o persoana doar ca sa poti sa citesti tot ce scrie pe ghiozdanul ei. Sa urmaresti o persoana o jumatate de kilometru, sa fugi dupa ea cand nu reusesti sa descifrezi ce scrie pe unul din buzunare, sa ajungi sa ii suflii in ceafa. Si totusi, dece imi pasa mie ce scrie pe ghiozdanul tau? Eh, asa sunt eu curioasa. Mereu am fost asa. Daca ai scris o gramada de prostiute pe el nu cumva ai scris ca sa vada lumea? Dar, nu cumva te-ai simti jenat/a daca te-as ruga sa te opresti 5 minute pana reusesc eu sa citesc tot ce ai scris? Eu cred ca daca te-as opri pe strada pentru asta te-ai uita ciudat la mine si ai lua-o la fuga. Totusi nu e acelasi lucru cu atunci cand te opresc sa te intreb cat e ceasul. Atunci de ce iti scri pe ghiozdan? Pentru ca e cool? Deja deviez de la subiect. Pana una alta eu voi continua sa-ti suflu in ceafa incercand sa descifrez tot ce ai scris tu acolo. Ce, nu poti sa cunosti un om din lucrurile pe care le are scrise pe ghiozdan? Am observat scrise o gramada de formatii preferate, de logouri, de curente (emo, ska, punk etc). Ghiozdanele au ajuns un fel de profiluri de myspace. Poate am sa ajung sa-mi descoper soulmate-ul dupa chestiile pe care le are scrise pe ghiozdan. Asa ca o sa continui sa urmaresc straini pe strada. Poate o sa dau de ceva interesant!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-5137256289515258761?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/5137256289515258761/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/04/absurditatea-1.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/5137256289515258761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/5137256289515258761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/04/absurditatea-1.html' title='Absurditatea 1'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SfRjTK90N1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/thky-AK5CmA/s72-c/Backpack_by_kasovitz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-1706270739854057047</id><published>2009-04-26T16:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T16:05:56.685+03:00</updated><title type='text'>102 Absurditati</title><content type='html'>Iau o mica pauza dela scrisul de povestioare!&lt;br /&gt;Ma apuc de absurditati cu Anda B-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-1706270739854057047?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/1706270739854057047/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/04/102-absurditati.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/1706270739854057047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/1706270739854057047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/04/102-absurditati.html' title='102 Absurditati'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-462456029573809740</id><published>2009-03-11T15:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T21:38:32.497+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Torturati-l pe artist.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/Sbe3Oj1A97I/AAAAAAAAAD0/mwh0yvgnmm4/s1600-h/978-973-689-132-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311915746270443442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/Sbe3Oj1A97I/AAAAAAAAAD0/mwh0yvgnmm4/s320/978-973-689-132-8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;De ziua mea am primit de la Anda cartea "Torturati-l pe artist". Acum vreo 3 zile m-am apuca sa citesc, iar ieri seara am terminat-o. Cartea mi-a placut foarte mult. Este vorba despre un om foarte bogat care infinteaza o scoala pentru a forma niste copii ca artisti. Actiunea se petrece intr-un timp cant tot ce era la Tv si Radio erau mari porcarii si lumea a ajuns sa se prosteasca la maxim. Scopul lor era sa "tortureze" niste copii de la varste fragede timp de cativa ani ca astfel ei sa produca creatii valoroase. In carte este vorba despre un copil pe nume Vincent pe care impresarul sau il tortureaza de-a lungul copilariei si adolscentei. Torturile erau diferite. Harlan (impresarul) ii otraveste cainele cand are 7 ani, ii plateste prietenele sa-l paraseasca si multe alte torturi. Defapt agentia respectiva s ghida dupa ideea ca "Arta se naste din suferinta". Se pare ca aveau dreptate deoarece cu cat Vincent suferea mai mult cu atat creatile erau mai bune.&lt;/div&gt;Cartea se termina destul de ciudat, trist.&lt;br /&gt;Apare de multe ori pe parcursul cartii ideea ca artistul trebuie sa sufere si sa aiba o viata groaznica fara de iubire pentru a lasa in urma creatile sale artistice intregii lumi. Am stat sa ma gandesc daca mie mi-ar place lucrul asta. Adica sa am o viata ingrozitoare, dar sa las in urma multe lucruri valoroase. Pana si Vincent incecarca la un moment dat sa se sinucida din cauza suferintei si tristetii care o avea in el. Personal nu cred ca as fi in stare sa trec prin asemenea greutati. De mai multe ori m-am intrebat daca doar prin suferinta poti sa creezi ceva valoros. Fericirea nu poate da nastere la creatii frumoase? Nu prea cred ca as prefera sa am o viata mizerabila doar pt a contribuii la cultura universala cu niste creatii. Nici Vincent nu a ales asta. A fost torturat fara stirea lui. Si el isi dorea sa fie un copil normal cu prieteni si cu o iubita. Faptul ac-ti doresti sa ai o viata fericita nu poate fi considerat un lucru egoist. 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De ce? Pentru ca am atatea intrebari si prea putine raspunsuri. Parca pe zi ce trece apar tot mai multe dileme si la fel de multe tentatii on "The Dark Side" care aduc odata cu ele si mai multe intrebari. Nu prea mai are sens sa vorbesc de intrebarile astea.Incerc sa gasesc singura raspunsuri. Incerc sa renunt la tentatii si sa gandesc logic. Ca tot fiind vorba de tentatii. De ce mereu suntem atrasii de lucruri interzise? De ce mereu ne asumam riscul de a calca stramb dupa ideea "prefer sa fac decat sa nu fac si sa regret". Dar nu regreti pe urma ca ai facut un lucru gresit? BA DA! Chiar daca nu pe moment. Desi suntem fiinte rationale nu prea dam dovada de asta. Cand e vorba de tentatii uitam sa gandim. Si aici ma refer la tentatiile care iti ofera o placere de moment. Cred ca oamenii au ajuns obsedati de plaerile astea de moment deoarece considera ca le confera fericire (oare? - again questions). O feriire de moment care are consecinte! Regrete si suferinta de lunga durata? Cel putin asa se intampla in cazul meu. Dar dupa ce ne ardem odata de ce naiba nu ne invatam minte?? De ce inca ne gandim la varianta de a cadea prada tentatiei cand stim ca tot ce avem de "castigat" e suferinta? De ce nu dam cu picioru in ea tentatie la fel de usor cum dam cu picioru la lucrurile bune? Fuking Questions!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-2642568845568915670?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/2642568845568915670/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/2642568845568915670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/2642568845568915670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/Sba8MzJwqyI/AAAAAAAAADs/zutUA1TNkZ8/s72-c/question-mark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-1334223757904879628</id><published>2009-03-08T12:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T13:29:56.550+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Favourite Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Pentru aceasta postare o sa fac o cautare destul de intensa printre filmele si cartile mele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Gandul la ea nu il parasea niciodata complet. Statea in mintea lui, ca o zgarietura pe partea interioara a obrazului, pe care limba nu se poate abtine sa nu o atinga. - Salem`s Lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Have you ever confused a dream with life? Or stolen something when you have the cash? Have you ever been blue? Or thought your train moving while sitting still? Maybe I was just crazy. Maybe it was the 60's. Or maybe I was just a girl... interrupted.  - Girl, Interrupted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I always tell the girls, never take it seriously, if ya never take it seriosuly, ya never get hurt, ya never get hurt, ya always have fun, and if you ever get lonely, just go to the record store and visit your friends. - Almost Famous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; They don't even know what it is to be a fan. Y'know? To truly love some silly little piece of music, or some band, so much that it hurts.  - Almost Famous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin? - Trainspotting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The truth is that I'm a bad person. But, that's gonna change - I'm going to change. This is the last of that sort of thing. Now I'm cleaning up and I'm moving on, going straight and choosing life. I'm looking forward to it already. I'm gonna be just like you. The job, the family, the fucking big television. The washing machine, the car, the compact disc and electric tin opener, good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, mortgage, starter home, leisure wear, luggage, three piece suite, DIY, game shows, junk food, children, walks in the park, nine to five, good at golf, washing the car, choice of sweaters, family Christmas, indexed pension, tax exemption, clearing gutters, getting by, looking ahead, the day you die. - Trainspotting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Love humiliates you. Hatred cradles you. - White Oleander&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I don't know how to express the being with someone so dangerous is the last time I felt safe...  - White Oleander&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'll tell you in another life, when we are both cats. - Vanilla Sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;What is any life without the pursuit of a dream? - Vanilla Sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It's a funny thing about comin' home. Looks the same, smells the same, feels the same. You'll realize what's changed is you.  - The Curious Case Of Benjamin Button&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;If I wasn't such a bad woman on the page, I couldn't be such a good woman in life.  - Quills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001691/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Marquis de Sade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;: Why should I love God? He strung up his only son like a side of veal. I shudder to think what he'd do to me. - Quills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It's a powerful aphrodisiac, isn't it? Having power over another man. - Quills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time - Fight Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;All the ways you wish you could be, that's me. I look like you wanna look, I fuck like you wanna fuck, I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I am free in all the ways that you are not. - Fight Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;When you have insomnia, you're never really asleep... and you're never really awake. - Fight Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;If you wake up at a different time in a different place, could you wake up as a different person? - Fight Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Maybe we like the pain. Maybe we're wired that way. Because without it, I don't know; maybe we just wouldn't feel real. What's that saying? Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer? Because it feels so good when I stop.  - Grey`s Anatomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;How do you know when how much is too much? Too much too soon. Too much information. Too much fun. Too much love. Too much to ask... And when is it all just too much to bear?  - Grey`s Anatomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Look at this. Everybody wants a life without pain. And what does it get you? She needs to be on a poster somewhere to remind people, pain is there for a reason. - Grey`s Anatomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Death is inevitable. It's a promise made to each of us at birth. But before that promise is kept, we all hope something will happen to us... whether it's the thrill of romance, the joy of raising a family, or the anguish of great loss. We all hope to experience something that make our lives meaningful, but the sad fact is not all lives have meaning. Some people spend their time on this planet just sitting on the sidelines waiting for something to happen to them... before it's too late. - Desperate Housewives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; Yes, each night before we fall asleep we lie to ourselves in a desperate, desperate hope that come morning... it will all be true. - Desperate Housewives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;We all honor heroes for different reasons - sometimes for their daring, sometimes for their bravery, sometimes for their goodness. But, mostly, we honor heroes because, at one point or another, we all dream of being rescued. Of course, if the right hero doesn't come along, sometimes we just have to rescue ourselves. - Desperate Housewives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Human beings are designed for many things. Loneliness isn`t one of them. - Desperate Housewives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-1334223757904879628?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/1334223757904879628/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/03/favourite-quotes.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/1334223757904879628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/1334223757904879628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/03/favourite-quotes.html' title='Favourite Quotes'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-4317286246336977164</id><published>2009-02-09T17:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T17:45:43.724+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SZBPm8AQn6I/AAAAAAAAADA/z-C7efTnoS0/s1600-h/6b3f2e6743f7bebb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300824291775913890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SZBPm8AQn6I/AAAAAAAAADA/z-C7efTnoS0/s320/6b3f2e6743f7bebb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ma intrebam azi de ce oamenii atunci cand nu prea au motive sa fie suparati isi gasesc ei unele. Ma rog o sa vorbesc din proprie experienta desi am mai observat asemenea chestii. Nu o sa inteleg niciodata de ce ne simtim singuri atunci cand avem pe cineva aproape care ne iubeste, de ce ne simtim neimportanti si "useless" atunci cand sunt atatea lucruri care le putem face si persoane care au nevoie de noi. De ce cand avem un moment in care totul ne merge bine incepem sa ne gandim ca totusi poate ceva nu-i OK sau ca ceva urat o sa ni se intample foarte curand. Dece nu incercam niciodata sa fim fericiti si atat? De ce nu suntem niciodata multumiti de noi si mereu vrem sa schimbam ceva? Daca in tot raul exista si un bine atunci trebe neaparat si-n tot binele sa fie si umpic de rau? Si am mai observat o chestie. De fiecare data cand cineva ne face un compliment sau spune o chestie draguta despre noi se intampla sa-i dezaprobam fara sa avem intentia ca persoana sa insiste cu complimentele, si pur si simplu nu suntem de acord fiindca se intampla sa nu credem acelasi lucru despre propria persoana. Dece nu putem sa avem incredere intr-o persoana care vede lucrurile bune din noi? Dece mereu ne pasa doar de defecte? Suntem masochisti? Nu prea cred. Daca ma gandesc bine nu prea cunosc persoana fericite cel mult 50% din timp. Mereu este o chestie care ne deranjeaza, care ne impiedica sa fim fericiti. Nu prea inteleg de ce se intampla asta. Ajungem sa toleram toate chestiile astea care ne stau in "calea fericirii" si sa ne obisnuim cu starea de monotonie si de "nu se intampla nimic interesant". Suntem fericitii in cele mai extreme momente dar si pentru perioade scurte de timp incat devin neinsemnate. Probabil de asta si gandurile negre care ne vin odata cu sederea prelungita a fericirii. Altfel nu-mi explic.&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/2748839531097069665-4317286246336977164?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/4317286246336977164/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/02/black-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/4317286246336977164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/4317286246336977164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/02/black-thoughts.html' title='Black Thoughts'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SZBPm8AQn6I/AAAAAAAAADA/z-C7efTnoS0/s72-c/6b3f2e6743f7bebb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-3456296377853497869</id><published>2009-01-20T20:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T21:04:03.127+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Luck si dorinte de Apocalipsa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ma gandeam azi ca am zile in care sunt super norocoasa. Adica patesc o gramada de chestii faine, gen iau note bune, castig ceva, primesc vesti bune si apoi is zile cand totul e FUCKED UP! Un fel de lucrurile rele se intampla 3 deodata! Nu prea inteleg faza asta dar asta e. Trebuie sa ma obisnuiesc ca mi se intampla un lucru bun si apoi 3 rele :)) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Pe langa asta am o stare de MEGA SHIT. Nu am dorinte sinucigase sau alte futaiuri dinastea, dar pur si simplu imi doresc sa vina Apocalipsa. Am realizat in ultima vreme cati oameni de cacat exista si cat de putine persoane calumea cunosc. Pe langa faptu` ca toata lumea se omoara si se preocupa de criza economica, care pare a fi o scuza pentru ORICE. Cea mai buna solutie la "nenorociri" ar fi Apocalipsa. Sa intram intr-o gaura neagra sau stiu eu mai ce si bang! Toata lumea sa dispara intr-o fractiune de secunda. Ce emo sunt, asa-i? Nu, defapt cred ca mai degraba is super egoista. Ar fi cea mai buna moarte. Ar muri toata lumea si cine sa ma mai planga? Ce as mai pierde? Am muri toti odata si gata. Punct. Scapam universu de niste "paraziti" care atunci cand se plictisesc se distrug intrei ei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Bine, asta ar fi starea mea de moment. Sunt o persoana dinaia care maine se trezeste si vede numa` floricele si inimioare, dar care cu o zi inainte vedea numa gauri negre. Dar e bine sa-mi scriu ideile astea stupide si "apocaliptice".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Oricum am ajuns la concluzia ca din cauza monotoniei am idei dinastea. Momentan imi doresc sa stau in New York. Cred ca nu m-as plictisi niciodata. Dar who knows? Poate o sa am parte de marele noroc de a locui iz Za Big Apple si apoi de ghinionul suprem, adica de venirea Apocalipsei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-3456296377853497869?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/3456296377853497869/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/01/luck-si-dorinte-de-apocalipsa.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/3456296377853497869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/3456296377853497869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/01/luck-si-dorinte-de-apocalipsa.html' title='Luck si dorinte de Apocalipsa.'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-7303454533864180393</id><published>2008-12-27T14:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T15:00:32.569+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hapy Christmas everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Tocmai ati primit o urare de la o persoana care nu a simtit ca ar fi Craciun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;In ultimele 3 zile am stat doar in casa am primit ceva colindatori (si aici ma refer la 2 fetite de vreo 7-8 ani din vecini care colinda pt bani asa cum faceam si eu la varsta lor).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;In ajun am stat acasa si m-am uitat la filme de Craciun la TV, unele stupide si altele cat de cat OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;M-am uitat pana la 12 noaptea la Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind dupa care m-o palit o nostalgie si m-am uitat asa cum faceam si cand eram mica de Craciun la "Wizard of Oz".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I enjoyed the movie dupa care m-am culcat. Frumos Craciun, nu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Am facut si bradul am mancat si mancare aiurea specifica sarbatorii, but still, where's the spirit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Well, I can't seem to know. Nici macar nu a nins. Nu este deloc zapada. Ba din contra, e soare. Ce frumos e iarna! Grr..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ma rog o trecut si sarbatoarea asta, mai urmeaza revelionul si gata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Si incepe iar scoala si un an nou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Capu mi-e cam gol de la prea multe filme cu Mos Craciun asa ca inchei aici.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sper ca v-ati distrat mai bine ca mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-7303454533864180393?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/7303454533864180393/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/7303454533864180393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/7303454533864180393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-christmas.html' title='Happy Christmas!'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-403094313051942371</id><published>2008-11-29T14:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T15:11:03.784+02:00</updated><title type='text'>K.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Am ajuns la concluzia ca toti ne dorim sa fim din nou copii. Da, vorbesc eu care am 17 ani.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ma gandeam ce usor ne faceam priteteni cand eram la gradinita. Nici nu ajungeam bine sa facem cunostinta cu alt copil si deja eram prieteni. Da, era frumos. La varsta mea toata lumea te judeca si iti cauta defectele. E cam greu sa-ti faci automat priteteni, nu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sau atunci cand eram mici mereu puneam intrebari de genul : "De ce sunt ciresele rosii?" "De ce e cerul albastru?" "De ce visam?". Ma gandesc cat de greu le era parintilor nostrii sa ne raspunda. Dar odata cu trecerea timpului faptul ca ciresele sunt rosii si cerul albastru ni se pare firesc. Oricum apar alte intrebari. De ce nu ma place X? De ce nu reusesc sa-mi fac un prieten adevarat? De ce lumea e atat de rea? De ce nu putem sa fim din nou copii?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Apropo de chestia asta cu "sa fim din nou copii". Imi aduc aminte ca atunici cand eram mica abia asteptam sa cresc mare sa port pantofi cu tocuri si sa ma machiez (lucruri care nu prea mi le doresc acuma). De asemenea abia asteptam sa merg la scoala. Ma rog, cand esti mic nu prea sti ce-i bine si ce-i rau. Noroc cu parintii care ne-au educat. Apoi mai e si perioada cand spui ce gandesti. Minciuna nu-si prea are locul in mintea ta. Eh, dar asa-s copiii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Uneori asa imi doresc sa fiu iar mica si sa ma joc cu papusile si sa povestesc cu ursuletii de plus si sa desenez printese. Eu sa fiu centrul universului si sa descopar lucruri noi cu fiecare pas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Omul nu o sa fie niciodata multumit. Mereu o sa ne dorim un lucru si apoi cand il primim sa ne dorim sa fie ca inainte.Mereu ne dorim sa crestem si apoi sa fim din nou copii. De ce nu poate sa fie macar odata BINE? Macar odata sa fim multumiti cu ce avem si sa nu ne uitam in trecut si nici sa nu avem asteptari de la viitor. Sa traim in prezent. Mie mi se pare greu desi imi doresc asta. Mereu mi-am dorit asta. Dar daca prezentul e o mare prostie? Atunci ne facem planuri pentru ca viitorul sa fie mai bun. Sau... ne gandim ce bine era cand eram copii.&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/2748839531097069665-403094313051942371?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/403094313051942371/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/11/k.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/403094313051942371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/403094313051942371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/11/k.html' title='K.'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-2614902326986253090</id><published>2008-11-25T20:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T20:34:24.028+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Speranta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Mã numesc Cristina şi am 22 de ani. Am scris prima mea carte la vârsta de 17 ani. O carte despre adolescenţi, sau mai bine zis despre adolescenţa mea şi a prietenilor mei. Am scris cartea într-o varã, vara când m-am îndrãgostit pentru prima datã. Nu ştiu prin ce minune cartea a ajuns best-seller. Am reuşit sã intru la faculteatea de jurnalism şi sã agonisesc destui bani pentru a-mi cumpãra un apartament.&lt;br /&gt;                Nu am un iubit ca majoritatea fetelor, deoarece nu am gãsit unul potrivit şi acum toatã atenţia mea este concentratã asupra scrisului. Intr-o zi când îmi strângeam lucrurile pentru a mã muta in noul apartament, am gãsit una din carţile mele preferate, “Marile Speranţe” de Charles Dickens. Am deschis-o şi din ea a cãzut o foaie pe care erau scrise urmãtoarele fraze: “[…] Asta-i viaţa, aşa-s lucrurile bune din viaţã. Noi trebuie sã facem un pas, lucrurile nu vin la noi de la sine, la nimic nu foloseşte telecomanda, oricâte butoane ar avea[…]. – Viaţa nu inseamnã sã şezi pe canapea şi sã dai din degete aşteptând sã aparã pe ecran ceva care sã te scoatã din toropealã. Bine dacã vrem ca viaţa sã fie asta, nu va fi mai mult decât atât, dar nu mi se pare cel mai bun mod de a ne folosi de ea…”&lt;br /&gt;             Am citit si recitit foaia respectivã, dar nu am putut sã-mi dau seama când am scris asta. Era scrisul meu totuşi, dar nu-mi aduceam aminte sã fii scris aşa ceva vreodatã. M-am gândit la foaia respectivã zile întregi dar nu am reuşit în nici un chip sã-mi dau seama despre ce era vorba.&lt;br /&gt;           Eram încã în oraşul meu natal şi am hotãrat sa fac lucrul care îmi plãcea cel mai mult, sã merg pe terasa mea favoritã de lânga parc şi sã citesc. Asta mã inspirã. Îmi place sã observ diferite tipuri de oameni şi acela era locul perfect. Aşadar am luat şi “Marile speranţe” cu mine şi am pornit la drum. Ajunsã acolo am început sã citesc pânã la un moment dat când a trecut un bãrbat prin faţa terasei. Atunci am avut un flashback. Nu se putea sã fie el! Probabil aveam halucinaţii din cauza cãldurii! În momentul acela mi-am adus aminte despre ce era vorba pe foaia respectivã! Despre el, Andrei. Andrei era un foarte bun prieten de-al meu din liceu. Era obsedat de televizor. Teoria lui era aceea cã atât timp cât stai la televizor nu te poate rãni nimic. Televizorul este mai bun decât oamenii. Oamenii mint şi te dezamagasesc, în schimb canalele le poţi schimba atunci când nu-ţi place ce vezi la televizor. Nu am fost niciodatã de acord cu el. Am încercat de foarte multe ori sã-l fac sa renunţe la viciul sãu, dar nu am reuşit niciodatã. I-am spus cã este un laş. Un laş care refuzã sã-şi trãiascã viaţa şi prefera sã trãiascã în lumea lui ficţionalã. De ce sã urmãreşti permanent poveştile ficţionale de iubire jucate de nişte actori când ai putea la fel de bine sã trãiesti propria ta poveste de iubire. El recunoştea cã era un laş şi spunea cã prefera sã vadã oameni cu inimi frânte în filme decât sã ajungã unul dintre ei. Andrei era un om bun. Era foarte deştept si povesteam cu el ore intregi pe nerãsuflate. Cred cã eram singura lui prietenã. Singura lui excepţie.&lt;br /&gt;             De ce spun cã Andrei “era” un om bun? Deoarece Andrei a murit. A avut leucemie. Leucemia l-a shimbat. Şi-a dat seama cã nu vai mai putea sã se uite mult timp la televizor şi a hotãrat sã încerce sã-şi trãiascã mica parte care îi mai rãmânea din viaţã. Şi-a fãcut doi, trei prieteni buni. A avut de asemenea şi o iubitã. Ea a fost alãturi de el în cele mai grele momente. Eu am rãmas prietenã cu Andrei, chiar şi dupã ce am mers la facultate îl mai sunam şi vorbeam la telefon. Când boala s-a agravat deja serios mi-a mulţumit şi şi-a cerut scuze cã nu m-a ascultat de la început. A spus cã nu regretã ca şi-a petreut cea mai mare parte din adolescenţã la televizor, asta l-ar mãcina mai tare decât boala. De asemenea a spus cã nu regretã cã va muri, deoarece datoritã acestei boli şi-a dat seama de lucrurile importante din viaţã, oricât de scurtã ar fi ea.&lt;br /&gt;          Astfel mi-am adus aminte despre ce era vorba. Despre Andrei, o carte despre un om care doar atunci când a descoperit cã are o boalã incurabilã şi-a dat seama de lucrurile importante din viaţã. Familia, prietenii şi iubirea. Am uitat cã mi-am dorit vreodatã sa scriu o carte despre el. Probabil pentru cã am avut o studenţie destul de ocupatã. Dar mulţumitã “Marilor speranţe” am sã scriu aceastã carte, si am sã i-o dedic lui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;-o compunere-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-2614902326986253090?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/2614902326986253090/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/11/speranta.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/2614902326986253090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/2614902326986253090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/11/speranta.html' title='Speranta!'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-6325974035307247282</id><published>2008-11-24T16:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T17:30:03.499+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SSrIdQyWgzI/AAAAAAAAACw/weEJQ2MIMFo/s1600-h/ep94_carrie_big_bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272246718838506290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SSrIdQyWgzI/AAAAAAAAACw/weEJQ2MIMFo/s320/ep94_carrie_big_bridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Cine a spus "Be &lt;em&gt;careful &lt;/em&gt;what you wish for cause you just might get it" a avut dreptate 100%.&lt;br /&gt;Poate o dorinta sa nu-ti faca bine? O dorinta care dupa o gramada de timp ti s-a indeplinit in sfarsit si sa nu iti fie bine. Nu e asa cum sperai. Se poate!&lt;br /&gt;Se poate sa fie bine pe moment, da la un second tought sa-ti dai seama ca nu e exact tocmai ce ti-ai dorit.&lt;br /&gt;Ma gandesc uneori cat de absurda e viata. Cum sa-ti afecteze vremea starea de spirit? Cum intr-un moment esti cea mai fericita persoana de pe pamant si apoi BANG! Cum intr-un moment poti sa renunti la anumite sentimente? Cum sa iti joace creieru feste?? Cum sa ti se schimbe gandirea datorita unei mici intamplari?&lt;br /&gt;La nabiba. Azi uitandu-ma la "Sex and the city" am ajuns la o concluzie. Nu ca ar fi prima data cand ajung la conluzia asta. Era episodu in care Carrie il inseala pe Perfectul de Aidan cu Mr Big.&lt;br /&gt;um de femeile pot sa renunte la iubitul perfect si sa se intoarca la persoana "nepotrivita"? La persoana care le-a facut atat rau cand a plecat?? Chiar nu pot sa inteleg. De ce ne place sa suferim? De ce nu putem sa vedem ca nici de data asta nu o sa fie mai bine? Ca probabil el o sa plece dinou? Suntem masochiste? Ma seaca toate chestiile astea fara rost. Ma enerveaza ca desi facem aceeasi greseala de mai multe ori nu invatam din ea.&lt;br /&gt;Nu invatam, suntem imature si in sfarsit spunem "NU!! GATA! DE DATA ASTA GATA!". Si totusi, ce nu am da sa mai avem parte de un moment frumos alaturi de "EL". Poi chestia e ca nu toata suntem Carrie. Nu toate avem un happy end. Nu toate ajungem sa ne casatorim cu Mr. Big si sa traim fericite pana la adanci batraneti alaturi de omul care ne-am frant inima de nenumarate ori si care in final si-a dat seama ca locu lui e acolo, in inima noastra plina de cusaturi, dupa lungile operatii de "unbreak a broken heart".&lt;br /&gt;Da ma, treziti-va! Nu toate suntem Carrie!! Nu in toate cazurile Mr. Big ne ia de neveste! Si clar ca nu toate o sa gasim un Aidan! Daca ai gasit un Aidan apoi tine-l bine, ca asa ceva nu mai prinzi!&lt;br /&gt;Pana la urma nu toate ne dorim barbatu perfect, aici Aidan? Ba da! Toate! Atunci de ce dracu sa renunti la el pentru unu mai rau?? Asta nu o sa o inteleg nicioata!&lt;br /&gt;Asemenea "povesti" o sa existe mereu. Cunosc o gramada de gagicute care se intorc la Mr. Big atuni cand el are chef de ele. STOP AND THINK!&lt;br /&gt;Si mai ales... Be CAREFUL what you wish for cause you just might get it!&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/2748839531097069665-6325974035307247282?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/6325974035307247282/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/11/wish.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/6325974035307247282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/6325974035307247282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/11/wish.html' title='Wish'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SSrIdQyWgzI/AAAAAAAAACw/weEJQ2MIMFo/s72-c/ep94_carrie_big_bridge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-1564889873601781268</id><published>2008-11-18T16:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:17:49.435+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Absurd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SSLckKgcOaI/AAAAAAAAACI/-7i3d7QiKvE/s1600-h/photo+puzzle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270017027830725026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SSLckKgcOaI/AAAAAAAAACI/-7i3d7QiKvE/s320/photo+puzzle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;M-am saturat de oamenii care gandesc absurd!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;M-am saturat de oamenii care sustin ca singura opinie corecta este cea proprie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;M-am saturat de oamenii care vorbesc despre democratie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;M-am saturat de oameni care au prejudecati, in special cand vine vorba de homosexuali si atei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;M-am saturat sa vorbesc despre Dumnezeu si despre biserica!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;M-am saturat de oamenii inchisi la minte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;M-am saturat de fanaticii religiosi(absurzi)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;M-am saturat sa observ privirea aceea familiara cand spun ca nu-s de acord cu o opinie a cuiva!Privirea aceea plina de ura si tonul aspru al persoanei contrazise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;M-am saturat sa fiu subestimata!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;M-am saturat de frig!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;M-am saturat de o gramada de lucruri, dar mai ales de oameni. Oameni rai, invidiosi, inchisi la minte, absurzi si plini de prejudecati!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2748839531097069665-1564889873601781268?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/1564889873601781268/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/11/absurd.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/1564889873601781268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/1564889873601781268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/11/absurd.html' title='Absurd'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SSLckKgcOaI/AAAAAAAAACI/-7i3d7QiKvE/s72-c/photo+puzzle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-6811570461186785874</id><published>2008-11-15T12:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T12:18:30.929+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Scruffs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268824635328226962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SR6gFySQ5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/GDNJ4WQS-KQ/s320/center_the_scruffs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;"The Scruffs" este un joc genial. Are doar 40Mb. E vorba despre o familie care trebuie sa vanda casa pentru ca au ramas fara bani, iar bunicul vine cu o idee care ar putea sa-i salveze. Misiunea este sa gasesti unele lucruri in diferite camere din casa, lucruri bine ascunse si pe langa ele multe alte obiecte ciudate. Jocul necesita memorie vizuala. Ai timp 25 de minute in care sa gasesti obiectele de pe lista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SR6hXPwHFQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/0rJWi6-PWp8/s1600-h/thescruffs2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268826034807444738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SR6hXPwHFQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/0rJWi6-PWp8/s320/thescruffs2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SR6gy1R6yDI/AAAAAAAAABw/2ZmCpOmu654/s1600-h/screen2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268825409226197042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SR6gy1R6yDI/AAAAAAAAABw/2ZmCpOmu654/s320/screen2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;E un joc destul de addictive :)). Pe langa obiectele respective trebuie sa rezolvi un puzzle dupa fiecare misiune si sa decoperi un obiect ciudat. Ma rog e vorba despre un secret. Abia astept sa-l descopar! Daca este cineva interesat sa ma intrebe si ii trimit eu jocul! &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/2748839531097069665-6811570461186785874?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/6811570461186785874/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/11/scruffs.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/6811570461186785874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/6811570461186785874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/11/scruffs.html' title='The Scruffs'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SR6gFySQ5pI/AAAAAAAAABo/GDNJ4WQS-KQ/s72-c/center_the_scruffs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-5111623329732285269</id><published>2008-11-11T20:40:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:16:05.859+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='`'/><title type='text'>John Lennon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SRnWkae_ORI/AAAAAAAAABg/rv2zQkG7EKI/s1600-h/lennon_03_1152x864.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SRnRrK4QlPI/AAAAAAAAABY/O_ubahVf-Zs/s1600-h/376810.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267471778771408114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SRnRrK4QlPI/AAAAAAAAABY/O_ubahVf-Zs/s320/376810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;John Winston Ono Lennon, (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="9 octombrie" href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/9_octombrie"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;9 octombrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1940" href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/1940"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;1940&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="8 decembrie" href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/8_decembrie"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;8 decembrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1980" href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/1980"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;1980&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;) a fost compozitor, cântăreţ, poet, chitarist al grupului britanic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="The Beatles" href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Beatles"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The Beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Am decis sa scriu despre John Lennon deoarece este personalitatea mea favorita. Un om genial pe care il ador si a carui muzica ma face sa ma simt minunat atunci cand o ascult! Informatiile de mai sus sunt de pe wikipedia, dar o sa spun si eu mai mult lucruri interesante despre el care le-am citit in carti sau care le stiu din documentare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Prima carte pe care am citit-o a fost despre el si Yoko. Eraun un cuplu perfect, iar Yoko avea o mare influenta asupra lui. Desi multa lume spune ca din cauza lui Yoko s-ar fi despartit Beatles, adevaratul motiv era acela ca au aparut divergente si la un concert nici nu se auzea cum cantau din cauza publicului foarte inflacarat. Tin minte din documentarul "Imagine" despre John Lennon cum tipau fetele la concertele lor si cum lesinau si erau duse de politisti. Deci cred ca imagine mai inspaimantatoare (nu exagerez chiar m-a socat) nu am vazut in viata mea! John Lennon a avut o lunga perioada in care a consumat droguri si in care isi dorea foarte mult sa primeasca cetatenie americana (el englez fiind). El nu s-a mai intors in Anglia dupa plecarea sa la New York deoarece a fost extrem de suparat pe jurnalistii englezi care au afirmat ca Yoko este urata. In final a reusit sa treaca peste droguri dupa e a fost separat o perioada de Yoko. Yoko era cu 10 ani mai in varsta ca el si a avut numeroase avorturi. Ambii aveau copii din casnicii anterioare, dar pe care i-au neglijat foarme mult. Astfel s-au hotarat sa faca un copil care s-a nascut chiar dupa o zi dupa ziua de nastere a lui John Lennon. Dupa nasterea lui Sean, John Lennon a renuntat la cariera de muzician si s-a ocupat foarte mult de fiul sau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;O faza foarte faina din "Imagine" a fost atunci cand un fan tot dadea tarcoale casei lui John Lennon pana el si Yoko s-au dus sa-l intrebe ce doreste. Acesta credea ca multe din piesele lui John au fost scrise pentru el deoarece i se potriveau foarte mult. Lennon l-am convins ca melodiile nu au fost scrise pentru cineva anume, dupa care l-a chemat pe barbatul respectiv la masa cu ei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;In documentar John Lennon afirma ca pentru el fiul sau este foarte important si ca spera sa-l vada crescand mare si sa se bucure de toate lucrurile frumoase alaturi de el. El spune de asemenea ca spera ca viata lui sa fie una lunga Din pacat in 1980 Mark Chapman il impusca in fata cladirii in care locuia, iar de asemenea in fata lui Yoko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Am vazut un film despre Mark Chapman, "The Killing Of John Lennon". Era nebun, se credea personajul principal din "De veghe in lanul de secara" de J. D. Salinger. hestia care m-a enervat cel mai tare a fost o afirmatie de a lui. A pus ca "I was the biggest nobody until I killed the biggest somebody!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;As putea sa spun o gramada lucruri despre John Lennon. O sa mai scriu in viitor lucruri care le stiu despre copilaria lui si din timpul in care a cantat cu Beatles. Poate o sa vorbesc si despre asanumitul mit "Paul Mcartney`s death". Multa lumea afirma in `67 ca Paul McCartney ar fi murit intr-un accident de masina (lucru fals dupa parerea mea).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sper sa va placa informatiile care am crezut eu ca sunt mai interesante, asta bineinteles daca va place John Lennon. ;)&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-5111623329732285269?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/5111623329732285269/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/11/john-lennon.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/5111623329732285269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/5111623329732285269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/11/john-lennon.html' title='John Lennon'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SRnRrK4QlPI/AAAAAAAAABY/O_ubahVf-Zs/s72-c/376810.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-792752748743669361</id><published>2008-11-11T16:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T16:50:13.328+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Rules:1. Put Your iPod, windows media player etc on Shuffle2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS4. Put any comments in brackets after the song name!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;How would you describe yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;We're In The Music Biz - Robots In Disguise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;What do you like in a guy/girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;In My Place - Coldplay (Yeah, how long must you wait for it? Yeah, how long must you pay for it?. :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;How do you feel today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Free Drinks - Ringo Starr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(Holiday... don't bother to callFree drinks for one and for all)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;What is your life's purpose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Somebody Who Cares - Paul McCartney&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(haha banuiesc ca asta e scopu oricui, sa aiba pe cineva langa el caruia sa ii pese de problemele lui)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;What is your motto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Chop Suey! - System Of A Down&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(mno asta chiar ii aiurea :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;What do your friends think of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ciudat(acustic) - Luna amara (:)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;What do you think of your parents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Another Planet - Pendulum&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(apoi asta cam asa ii :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;What do you think about very often?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Run For Your Life - The Beatles&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(Well I'd rather see you dead, little girlThan to be with another manYou better keep your head, little girlOr I won't know where I am :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;What is 2 + 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Natural Mystic - Bob Marley &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;What do you think of your best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Excelent - Omul Cu Sobolani (excelent, excelent poate doar umpic prea lent! e randul tau de a profita acum de mine! &gt;:) :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;What do you think of the person you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Come Together - Beatles (Here come old flat top he come, grooving up slowly he gotJoo joo eyeball he one, holy roller he got Hair down to his knee, got to be a joker he just do what he please :)) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;What is your life story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Drive My Car - Paul McCartney (baby you can drive my car, yes i`m gonna` be a star! :)), nu se stie niciodata)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Speed of Sound - Coldplay (this is cute)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;What do you think of when you see the person you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Toxicity - System Of A Down (poi cam e unul din cantecele mele preferate desi nu pare sa aiba vreun sens in legatura cu intrebarea :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Praise You - Fatboy Slim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(We've come a long, long way together,Through the hard times and the good,I have to celebrate you, baby,I have to praise you like I should :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;What will they play at your funeral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Put It Behind You - Keane&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(ma rog numele piesei ar putea semnifica ceva la o inmormantare :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;What is your hobby/interest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I Don't Have a God - Robots In Disguise&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(wops)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;What is your biggest fear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Daddy Cool - Placebo (She`s crazy like a fool, What about it Daddy Cool? :)))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;What is your biggest secret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The Scientist - Coldplay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;( nobody said it was easy, no on ever said it would be this hard)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;What do you think of your friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Welcome To Paradise - Green Day (:)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;What will you post this as?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;All These Things That I've Done - The Killers&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;( hahaha merge merge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Si cam atat. It was fun :D Unele se potrivesc altele nu, fiind vorba de coincidete...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-792752748743669361?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/792752748743669361/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/11/quiz.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/792752748743669361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/792752748743669361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/11/quiz.html' title='Quiz'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-6903469937308344573</id><published>2008-11-10T22:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T15:51:25.689+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Washington Club sau unde se duce mancarea dupa ce ai digerat-o!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SRidUQ59TSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1QKTok-sltU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267132735670799650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SRidUQ59TSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1QKTok-sltU/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Deci se intampla sa mor de foame.... Nu mancasem nimic toata ziua si as fi dat orie pentru o bucata de ceva. Ajung acasa si primesc &lt;strong&gt;PIZZA! &lt;/strong&gt;Se putea sa primesc mai mult de atat? Neah.. Aveam ocazia de a`mi rasfata stomacu cu unul din felurile mele preferate de mancare.In timp ce mancam am ajuns la concluzia ca o fac degeaba, tot in Washington Club o sa ajunga si pizza asta.Adica ce folos sa-ti strici banii pe mancare extrem de buna si scumpa cand tot pe apa sambetei se duce?? Deci practic oamenii super bogati care mananca caviar si trufe se cacã si ei, nu?Evident! Atunci de ce dracu sa dai banii pe mancare scumpa? Doar pentru ca te tzipã banii afara din casa? Nu`i vad rostu!! Bine acuma o sa ma contrazic. Arta culinara e si ea o arta pana la urma. Ce bine`i cand mananc o pizza sau o ciorba de fasole care-ti gadila papilele gustative.Deja salivez. In final am ajuns la concluzia ca banii nu ar trebui stricati pe caviar si trufe care is si super scarboase de altfel cand ai putea sa-i strici pe fast food. Pana la urma urmei depinde de gusturi si de buzunar.Dar tot e trist cand te gandesti unde ajunge mancarea ta preferata dupa ce o mananci!&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/2748839531097069665-6903469937308344573?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/6903469937308344573/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/11/washington-club-sau-unde-se-duce.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/6903469937308344573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/6903469937308344573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/11/washington-club-sau-unde-se-duce.html' title='Washington Club sau unde se duce mancarea dupa ce ai digerat-o!'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SRidUQ59TSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1QKTok-sltU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-2988796393280814</id><published>2008-11-10T21:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:29:12.485+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Hugs Aids Campaign!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;La noaptea devoratorilor de publicitate au fost multe reclame dragute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Una dintre ele care m-a impresionat foarte mult, mai ales mesajul de la final!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r4vBX38T_38"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r4vBX38T_38&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;nu inteleg de ce nu pot sa postez videou`l so va trebui sa intrati singuri!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-2988796393280814?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/2988796393280814/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/11/la-noaptea-devoratorilor-de-publicitate.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/2988796393280814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/2988796393280814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/11/la-noaptea-devoratorilor-de-publicitate.html' title='Free Hugs Aids Campaign!'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-5077061589286974204</id><published>2008-11-10T20:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T20:14:47.544+02:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Cred ca toti ne-am intrebat cel putin odata cum ar fi fost daca ne-am fi nascut in alt timp?Am ajuns la concluzia ca e posibil. Cum zice si profa mea de romana "Trebe sa fie tampit ala are spune ca dupa moarte nu se intampla nimic."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Chiar imi place sa cred ca am trait in diferite perioade, dar banuiesc ca asta nu o sa aflu niciodata. Tin minte o faza dintr-un film in care dupa ce oamenii ajungeau in rai era un parc de distractii in care era un loc unde vedeai ce ai fost in viata anterioara. Tin minte ca un batranel a vazut o fetita mica care se juca cu o papusa si a zis dezgustat: "what the fuck?" :)) Erau diferite persoane care au fost circari, sau luptatori din antichitate. Mi-a placut mult ideea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Poate ca lucrurile care ne plac in viata actuala au legatura cu cea dinainte. Spre exemplu imi place foarte mult perioada hippie si The Beatles. Asta ar putea insemna ca am facut parte din perioada aia, desi peroane cu asemenea gusturi intalnesti la tot pasu`.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Poate am fost un gladiator, Albert Einstein sau chiar cel care a desoperit focul.Imi place sa gandesc asa si poate in viitor o sa am o alta viziune despre moarte si despre ce se intampla dupa ce mor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;E ciudat ca atatea chestii nu o sa aflam in viata asta, si poate nici in cealalta si poate chiar... NICIODATA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-5077061589286974204?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/5077061589286974204/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/11/time.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/5077061589286974204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/5077061589286974204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/11/time.html' title='TIME?'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-3064192563707290170</id><published>2008-11-08T11:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T12:09:13.488+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ura?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Pentru ca am luat la romana 10 pentru un text argumentativ de care sunt mandra, o sa`l postez &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;"Ura reprezinta un sentiment puternic, nestapanit, de sumanie fata de cineva sau ceva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sunt total de acord cu afiarmatia lui Mihai Eminescu. El afirma ca : "Pe cand iubirea, de orisice fel ar fi ea, lumineaa viata si-o indulceste, ura o-ntuneca, o umple de amaraciune si o face nesuferita."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;In primul rand consider ca atunci cand iubim si suntem iubiti viata ni se pare mult mai frumoasa. Ne bucuram de cele mai neinsemnate lucruri si invatam sa pretuim fiecare moment. Consider ca un om care a simtit iubirea, fie ea pasionala, parinteasca sau fata de prietenii sai, acela este un om implinit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;In al doilea rand sunt de opinie ca ura nu ar trebui sa exista in vietile noastre, deoarece ne distrage de la lucrurile frumoase din viata si ne face sa uitam de noi. Singurul lucru de care o persoana cuprinsa de ura este interesata este acela de a face rau celor din jur si de a se razbuna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Acesti oameni isi dau seama de abia in final ca viata a trecut pe langa ei si ca nu au reusit sa se bucure de lucrurile cu adevarat importante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;In concluzie sunt de acord cu afirmatia lui Mihai Eminescu. Consider ca este mai bine sa traiesti o viata in iubire si sa te bucuri de momentele frumoase alaturi de cei dragi, decat sa traiesti in ura, care iti va face o viata trista si intunecata."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-3064192563707290170?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/3064192563707290170/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/11/ura-reprezinta-un-sentiment-puternic.html#comment-form' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/3064192563707290170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/3064192563707290170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/11/ura-reprezinta-un-sentiment-puternic.html' title='Ura?'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-1718361816828366955</id><published>2008-11-04T20:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T11:49:01.249+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamcatcher - Stephen King</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SRCaWzgZMpI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOKOkMeZGyw/s1600-h/Dreamcatcher.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264877680969986706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SRCaWzgZMpI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOKOkMeZGyw/s320/Dreamcatcher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Mi-am luat carti de la biblioteca. Pentru a-mi distrage gandurile de la grijile obisnuite pe care le am in ultima vreme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Una dintre ele e "Dreamcathcer". Am inceput sa o citesc acu 2 ani in vara are 930 dpagini. Nu am mai terminat-o si azi am reluat-o. Oh ii atata de ciuadata! Abia astept sa o termin sa vad care-i faza. Asta imi place la Stphen King. Nu`mi plac ochii strapunsi de pixuri sau corpurile in putrefactie, toate cartile au un mesaj dragut si o gramada de personaje care le asimilez cu persoane, chiar cu mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Daca sunteti interesati sa o cititi atunci voi da ceva detalii dupa ce termin cartea pt ca momentan e destul de ciudata si nu cred ca s-ar intelege ceva :)).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-1718361816828366955?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/1718361816828366955/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/11/dreamcatcher-stephen-king.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/1718361816828366955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/1718361816828366955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/11/dreamcatcher-stephen-king.html' title='Dreamcatcher - Stephen King'/><author><name>KikiInTheSkyWithDiamonds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02488611828129053610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/S6tYQXnHtjI/AAAAAAAAATs/fU0h2Mns61c/S220/kiki1111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2iPAtsqD6KE/SRCaWzgZMpI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qOKOkMeZGyw/s72-c/Dreamcatcher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2748839531097069665.post-1973920433216443491</id><published>2008-11-03T19:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T11:48:06.042+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiki are blog? Glumesti!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Da are &gt;:) se plictiseste ingrozitor in timpul scolii si e mult mai usor decat sa scrie in fascinantul ei jurnal pe are il are de 3-4 ani si in care scrie cand nu are net sau curent?&lt;br /&gt;Oricum nu o sa scriu chestii personale sau filozofii am destule teme la scoala cu conotatii filozofice :)) LA CE SCOALA MERG?? O sa scriu tot felu de rahaturi care cer mai mult deca 0.5% din intelectul meu si aici nu ma refer la haine sau cat de cute e un tip din nushce serial/film/clip. De exemplu am reluat sex and the city! Oh da! Destule subiecte de discutie. Never mind, asta ar fi trebuit sa fie o introducere!O introducere despre cat de tare ma plictisesc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you around fuckers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2748839531097069665-1973920433216443491?l=kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/1973920433216443491/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/11/kiki-are-blog-glumesti.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/1973920433216443491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2748839531097069665/posts/default/1973920433216443491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kikiintheskywithdiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/11/kiki-are-blog-glumesti.html' title='Kiki are blog? 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