<?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-1943056417836718375</id><updated>2011-11-15T08:24:07.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honeythief</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>168</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-381491763564725897</id><published>2011-05-28T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T14:33:03.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T9uz377nBPQ/TeFp1HkJXoI/AAAAAAAAAdo/N0yoixDFQW0/s1600/tumblr_ld9ukz7zup1qc94vro1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T9uz377nBPQ/TeFp1HkJXoI/AAAAAAAAAdo/N0yoixDFQW0/s320/tumblr_ld9ukz7zup1qc94vro1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611882971964989058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm starting to miss you badly..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-381491763564725897?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/381491763564725897/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T9uz377nBPQ/TeFp1HkJXoI/AAAAAAAAAdo/N0yoixDFQW0/s72-c/tumblr_ld9ukz7zup1qc94vro1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-6844192285834304888</id><published>2011-02-13T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T05:25:55.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone bad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dMGhNG2RFjM/TVfb3YJTRUI/AAAAAAAAAdg/yTgT6nsleg0/s1600/163737_1729392071118_1127940470_31944019_6667992_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dMGhNG2RFjM/TVfb3YJTRUI/AAAAAAAAAdg/yTgT6nsleg0/s320/163737_1729392071118_1127940470_31944019_6667992_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573164808315028802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pana nu de curand..puteam sa ma arunc si in foc pentru tine in fata lumii ca sa le demonstrez ca increderea pe care o aveam in tine nu are limite.Pentru ca te stiam intr-un fel,nu te credeam in stare de unele lucruri si ma bazam pe constiinta ta.Toate astea acum ceva vreme.Pana intr-un punct...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum,mi-am pierdut tot respectul pentru tine din momentu in care ai inceput sa faci anumite chestii.Am repulsii la judecata ta,si la cum iti coordonezi viata.Mi-e sila de inabilitatea te de a alege bunastare peste certuri ,iubire peste ura,bine peste rau.Minciunile tale sunt aceleasi,le-am invatat pe derost.Iti stiu obiceiurile,iar de obicei cand incerci sa minti nuti dai seama ca ma prind.Si oricum ma lasi rece.Rece ca gheatsa,rece absolut,rece in mine,cand vine voba de tine.Ma sictiresc deciziile tale fara sens.Ma deranjeaza incapabilitatea de a te potoli pt a face cv bine.Iar de cand ai inceput sa faci dinastea...respectu meu pentru persoana ta este nul si increderea in tine nu va mai putea fi niciodata cladita.&lt;br /&gt;Ma deranjezi.&lt;br /&gt;Ma enervezi.&lt;br /&gt;Ma sictiresti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-6844192285834304888?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/6844192285834304888/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=6844192285834304888' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/6844192285834304888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/6844192285834304888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2011/02/gone-bad.html' title='Gone bad.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dMGhNG2RFjM/TVfb3YJTRUI/AAAAAAAAAdg/yTgT6nsleg0/s72-c/163737_1729392071118_1127940470_31944019_6667992_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-4982420680509803602</id><published>2011-01-07T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T13:39:31.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TSd1ycbe3ZI/AAAAAAAAAdU/gD3HuRc4iP0/s1600/Voodoo_hug_by_mario19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TSd1ycbe3ZI/AAAAAAAAAdU/gD3HuRc4iP0/s320/Voodoo_hug_by_mario19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559541774497537426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby baby you're as sweet as sugar,endlessly melting on my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;Baby baby you're also as evil as the depths of hell,torture can be you middle name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But baby baby stop your foolish needs of going on a separate road,cease the need to entwine with another female body in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And baby baby i'll be everything you wished for,i'll be everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause baby baby even if our road was hard,or it still may be,i'll never go off this road with you.&lt;br /&gt;Cause baby baby, you made some mistakes in the past,and you made some recently,i did too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But baby baby i'll love you just the way you are..because you're different,you're lovely,you're childish,you're pure,raw,ecstatic,beautiful.You're the half that fulfills mine.You're electrifying,passionate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're LOVED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And i don't care how comfy my bed is right now,your bed is where i wanna be now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-4982420680509803602?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/4982420680509803602/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=4982420680509803602' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/4982420680509803602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/4982420680509803602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2011/01/dear.html' title='Dear.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TSd1ycbe3ZI/AAAAAAAAAdU/gD3HuRc4iP0/s72-c/Voodoo_hug_by_mario19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-2403498261515942111</id><published>2010-12-11T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T17:36:16.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TQQm_cCF5pI/AAAAAAAAAdI/fgsYhj5fo8Y/s1600/I_could_never_sleep_alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TQQm_cCF5pI/AAAAAAAAAdI/fgsYhj5fo8Y/s320/I_could_never_sleep_alone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549603512125875858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time has stamped us both with pleasure&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped up in his cloth forever&lt;br /&gt;Our love has grown&lt;br /&gt;Our souls had sewn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bodies entwine craving each other&lt;br /&gt;Lips fighting in sweet surrender&lt;br /&gt;Our fire has lit&lt;br /&gt;Our dance beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres no forever as i pray&lt;br /&gt;For some moments here to stay&lt;br /&gt;There's no time that'll come&lt;br /&gt;To hold us as one&lt;br /&gt;There's no time that'll die&lt;br /&gt;To stop this unutterable cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pouring hate inside your soul&lt;br /&gt;Desire nothing but to crawl&lt;br /&gt;Burning you down&lt;br /&gt;With every single dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never trusting you again&lt;br /&gt;After putting this heart trough pain&lt;br /&gt;Eternity dissolved so quick&lt;br /&gt;Trust wall ruined brick by brick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-by me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-2403498261515942111?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TQQm_cCF5pI/AAAAAAAAAdI/fgsYhj5fo8Y/s72-c/I_could_never_sleep_alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-8403107333623817810</id><published>2010-12-11T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T17:30:02.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TQQlaWnIwTI/AAAAAAAAAdA/CtovinbFp0w/s1600/Love_You_by_KhalllodY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TQQlaWnIwTI/AAAAAAAAAdA/CtovinbFp0w/s320/Love_You_by_KhalllodY.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549601775503851826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love with you from the start&lt;br /&gt;I think we should never be apart&lt;br /&gt;Made me feel like no one before&lt;br /&gt;I will love you forevermore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feeling i cannot explain&lt;br /&gt;This feeling of true pain &lt;br /&gt;Smelling your tee’s perfume stain&lt;br /&gt;Then searching for you in vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i’ve done wrong&lt;br /&gt;And now i listen to our song&lt;br /&gt;Hoping it’ll bring you back&lt;br /&gt;Make our love get back on track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be loved by you once more&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of your love i adore&lt;br /&gt;I’ll scream until my throat gets sore&lt;br /&gt;Till they know or love’s hardcore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you very much&lt;br /&gt;I wanna feel your touch&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me pretty soon&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see our love in bloom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s get back together&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise i’ll be lost in this surrender&lt;br /&gt;I cannot stand the pain &lt;br /&gt;Please come and let’s be happy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-by me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-8403107333623817810?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/8403107333623817810/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=8403107333623817810' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/8403107333623817810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/8403107333623817810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2010/12/poem1.html' title='Poem.1'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TQQlaWnIwTI/AAAAAAAAAdA/CtovinbFp0w/s72-c/Love_You_by_KhalllodY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-3797571365209816616</id><published>2010-10-23T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T13:35:01.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awful hope.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TMNCCbntHcI/AAAAAAAAAc4/tWWPh1APYwQ/s1600/Swings_by_artahh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TMNCCbntHcI/AAAAAAAAAc4/tWWPh1APYwQ/s320/Swings_by_artahh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531337376882564546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pierzandu-ma printre sunete mladioase de chitara veche,ma afund din ce in ce mai mult cautand raspunsurile cerute de tot ceea ce sunt eu.As fi putut alege un alt drum,lesne de parcurs,as fi putut sa nu ma complic atat..M-am tinut de idealurile mele cat am putut eu de tare.Am incercat sa le ating,iar acum,dintr-un moiv sau altul,nu mai pot.Nu mi se mai da voie.Fericirea altuia traieste prin nefericirea mea intr-un prezent ratacit si diform.Nu pot sa indrept prezentul,desi nu am renuntat niciodata sa incerc.Mereu am sperat..pana si in ultima pietricica infima din al nostru Zid Chinezesc..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-3797571365209816616?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/3797571365209816616/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=3797571365209816616' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/3797571365209816616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/3797571365209816616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2010/10/pierzandu-ma-printre-sunete-mladioase.html' title='Awful hope.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TMNCCbntHcI/AAAAAAAAAc4/tWWPh1APYwQ/s72-c/Swings_by_artahh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-4750573282704670537</id><published>2010-10-07T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T09:41:20.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pai..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TK34EPeoWZI/AAAAAAAAAco/j-ex45z8dgU/s1600/DSCN3007-3vintage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TK34EPeoWZI/AAAAAAAAAco/j-ex45z8dgU/s320/DSCN3007-3vintage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525345069611637138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uneori mie dor de tine..&lt;br /&gt;Alteori incerc sa uit de tine..&lt;br /&gt;Deseori nici nu apuc sa te vad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar acum...acum...mi-e dor te tine rau.&lt;br /&gt;Si vreau sa te iau in brate,asa special,cum te iau eu mereu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-4750573282704670537?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/4750573282704670537/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TK34EPeoWZI/AAAAAAAAAco/j-ex45z8dgU/s72-c/DSCN3007-3vintage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-5359191810969443567</id><published>2010-10-03T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T14:05:08.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The last train home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TKjv9Fcp5VI/AAAAAAAAAcY/hr4PF8ursE0/s1600/Ghost_train_by_karolcia12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TKjv9Fcp5VI/AAAAAAAAAcY/hr4PF8ursE0/s320/Ghost_train_by_karolcia12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523928775683335506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te transformi in ura in forma ei taios de pura.Ea prinde radacini si se inalta si se catara pe frumosul trandafir al iubirii.Il stringe si il vestejeste uluitor de repede.Ura asta invenineaza tot sufletul meu cu tot ce am stiut si am simtit pana acum.Se duc..se duc..incet..pana nu mai ramane nimic decat camerele goale in care iubirea adevarata a locuit,unde dragostea a dat nastere miile de gesturi dragute care au devenit amintiri ce trebuie sterse din memorie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am sa urasc de acum incolo,pe tine,in special,pentru ca ai sa iti pierzi ultimul tren spre mine.Am sa te urasc pt ca nu iti faci bagajele repede si am sa te urasc ca nu ti-ai dat seama si ai pierdut si ultima sansa.Desi nu vreau sa pierzi nimic dar totusi o vei face iar eu nu osa am cum sa mai fac semne disperate trenului sa mai stea in gara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabeste-te!!e un loc pastrat special.are culoarea rosie locul si e cald.acolo sunt numai zile frumoase,fericite.asta e locu tau in tren,care o sa te duca spre niste brate larg deschise,cu o privire familiara un zambet inocent,si un parfum neschimbat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desi stiu ca vei pierde acest tren...eu ma agit sa-l fac sa mai stea.El vrea sa plece deja,dar eu l-am facut sa mai stea..Eu nu mai rezist mult..te rog..nu-l pierde..ca nu am sa mai pot sa te cunosc apoi,nam sa mai pot sti de tine.Te-as uri prea mult ca ai intarziat..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-5359191810969443567?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/5359191810969443567/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=5359191810969443567' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/5359191810969443567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/5359191810969443567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2010/10/last-train-home.html' title='The last train home.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TKjv9Fcp5VI/AAAAAAAAAcY/hr4PF8ursE0/s72-c/Ghost_train_by_karolcia12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-1943061130990720165</id><published>2010-09-27T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T12:36:09.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Etern.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TKDx-rrLTII/AAAAAAAAAcQ/AKdeKs1Bk2I/s1600/La_camera_serrata_by_Blekotakra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TKDx-rrLTII/AAAAAAAAAcQ/AKdeKs1Bk2I/s320/La_camera_serrata_by_Blekotakra.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521679202334231682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stele sparte în asfalt&lt;br /&gt;Prin scîntei şi cioburi calc&lt;br /&gt;Noaptea ne-a orbit pe noi&lt;br /&gt;Doi copii prinşi în război&lt;br /&gt;Pe platoul cu eroi &lt;br /&gt;Vrem minate mii de flori&lt;br /&gt;Suntem visători..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-1943061130990720165?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/1943061130990720165/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=1943061130990720165' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/1943061130990720165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/1943061130990720165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2010/09/etern.html' title='Etern.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TKDx-rrLTII/AAAAAAAAAcQ/AKdeKs1Bk2I/s72-c/La_camera_serrata_by_Blekotakra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-26386530517656819</id><published>2010-09-21T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T13:59:59.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TJkcyXu0v0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/RiyJDJLrltU/s1600/1b01bee9f075d812a8d97a7624a29048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TJkcyXu0v0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/RiyJDJLrltU/s320/1b01bee9f075d812a8d97a7624a29048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519474470008700738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,hate,love,and lust.Indecision.I don't like this and that.I want money,i'm starving.Who's that????Cold very cold don't like cold mornings.Sunrise is cool but i'm cold.Walk walk walk think.Feeling.Thoughts are flowing.Flying high.Far away.Where?Don't like the answer.Crowd.School.Boredom.Noise.Where's my watch?I want coffee now please,smoke smoke smoke and smoke some more.Cancer?everybody dies i dont care.Wait.Lighteer!!Wait.I want something.Something.I dunno.Omg.Gray hoodies are sexy.Converse.Same old style.Whatever.No memories today i hope.Though..cute nose.Smoke!Sadness.Questions.Cuddle.Cat.Twitching.Time.How much?How much.Sick.Hate.Anger.Adoration.Memories.ERASING ERASING ERASING.I dunno.Never to remember.Laugh.Happiness.Sun...No quorter.Blood red skies.ERASE.Floating.Walking.Talking.Wait.Smell.smeell.Stop.Why?To have.To hold.To love.To persuade.Hide.Clean.Where to now?Study.Bitch.Walking on a dream.No no.Useless.Imaturity.I miss things.Scared.Life...Want.Touch.Breath.Smile.Now now now.Can't stand.Call.Playing.Decision.Scratch.Sex?Unimportant.Throw.Tonight.Write.Feelings.Joy.Friends.Lovely.Laughter.Song..that song an what a beautiful day...WHAT A BEAUTiiiFUL DAY.Dance..Music.Dance again your soul needs to dance.Hair.Feel again.Sing.Smile.Pepsi.Smoke.Milka.Lost weight.Drink wiskey.Forget.Drink wiskey.Jumping in bed.Fall.Arise.Strong.Wonderful.Stars.Moon.Warm.Smoke.Bed.Relax.Tomorrow.Be..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-26386530517656819?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/26386530517656819/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=26386530517656819' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/26386530517656819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/26386530517656819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2010/09/today.html' title='Today.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TJkcyXu0v0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/RiyJDJLrltU/s72-c/1b01bee9f075d812a8d97a7624a29048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-4325353663093074344</id><published>2010-09-11T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T12:03:07.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stii..</title><content type='html'>M-am plictisit de chestiile astea.De data asta erai ok.Eram ok.Eram amandoi ok.Ai zis ca nu se mai intampla si ca esti sigur de asta.N-am nici un chef de despartire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gandestete la ce imi faci.Poate sunt de vina desi nu tiam dat motive.Poate tu esti de vina.Dar daca e ceva legat de tine amintesteti ca stii ca putem fi frumi in continuare si nu face asta...pur si simplu nu face asta..nici dupa ziua ei..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-4325353663093074344?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/4325353663093074344/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=4325353663093074344' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/4325353663093074344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/4325353663093074344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2010/09/stii.html' title='Stii..'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-7111857692088116790</id><published>2010-09-09T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T13:48:07.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately.Unfortunately.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TIlF9gS_RzI/AAAAAAAAAcA/7ylIuDg25Dc/s1600/stars_in_my_head_by_dzanaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TIlF9gS_RzI/AAAAAAAAAcA/7ylIuDg25Dc/s320/stars_in_my_head_by_dzanaa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515016141635798834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu care este acel ceva numit "The best thing that can happen in your life".Sau cel putin acum nu-mi dau seama.Nu-mi dau seama pt ca mie frica.Mai ales dupa azi.Si ma gandesc la un motiv si nu pot sa-mi dau seama.Mi-e frica de tine,de atitudinea ta si de cuvintele tale lately de ce ai de gand sa faci.Ma gandesc inainte sa sun.."Please be nicer today,pls be nicer tomorrow,please be the nicest lover that you used to be,please tell me that super important thing i need to know and be sure of''.And you don't.And for me this is more than clear.&lt;br /&gt;Ultima saptamana a fost urata.Ultima luna a fost frumoasa si calma.&lt;br /&gt;Eu aleg frumosul in locul uratului.&lt;br /&gt;Tu ce alegi?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-7111857692088116790?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/7111857692088116790/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=7111857692088116790' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/7111857692088116790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/7111857692088116790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2010/09/latelyunfortunately.html' title='Lately.Unfortunately.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TIlF9gS_RzI/AAAAAAAAAcA/7ylIuDg25Dc/s72-c/stars_in_my_head_by_dzanaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-1938744027050844050</id><published>2010-09-09T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T12:40:06.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote.</title><content type='html'>"Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life." &lt;br /&gt;— Bob Marley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-1938744027050844050?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/1938744027050844050/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=1938744027050844050' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/1938744027050844050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/1938744027050844050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2010/09/quote.html' title='Quote.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-1247054013281438949</id><published>2010-09-04T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T16:14:01.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Height.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TILRzgILxPI/AAAAAAAAAbw/dSFUU1ILdFk/s1600/914dade97bc385527da56485e9b5520a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TILRzgILxPI/AAAAAAAAAbw/dSFUU1ILdFk/s320/914dade97bc385527da56485e9b5520a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513199576582702322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"You said i killed you..&lt;br /&gt;Haunt me then!&lt;br /&gt;The murdered do haunt their murderers i belive.&lt;br /&gt;I know that ghosts have wandered the Earth!&lt;br /&gt;Be with me always,&lt;br /&gt;Take any form,&lt;br /&gt;Drive me mad!&lt;br /&gt;Only do not leave me in this abyss &lt;br /&gt;Where i cannot find you.&lt;br /&gt;Oh god!&lt;br /&gt;It is unutterable!&lt;br /&gt;I cannot live without my life,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot live without my soul."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-1247054013281438949?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/1247054013281438949/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=1247054013281438949' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/1247054013281438949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/1247054013281438949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2010/09/height.html' title='Height.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TILRzgILxPI/AAAAAAAAAbw/dSFUU1ILdFk/s72-c/914dade97bc385527da56485e9b5520a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-5504907775969584761</id><published>2010-09-02T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T17:26:58.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Candva..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TIBAyALHvGI/AAAAAAAAAbo/QmG2tJSJtZU/s1600/What_am_I_to_do__by_Klaamka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TIBAyALHvGI/AAAAAAAAAbo/QmG2tJSJtZU/s320/What_am_I_to_do__by_Klaamka.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512477171685768290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sa fie o vara care va fi cum trebuia sa fie aceasta vara..&lt;br /&gt;O sa fie o zi de nastere fericita asa cum trebuiau sa fie toate..&lt;br /&gt;O sa fie un rasarit care imi va zambi mereu si un apus care ma va saruta inainte cu mult de noapte buna&lt;br /&gt;Va fi o vreme cand amintirile urate se vor hotari sa plece odata cu regretele si atunci voi inceta sa ma mai intristez&lt;br /&gt;O sa fie o zi atat de fiericita incat mi-o voi aminti toata viata cu drag si entuziasm&lt;br /&gt;Si o sa fie o zi..de care trebuia sami amintesc cu drag,dar o voi uri intotdeauna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sa fie totul..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candva..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-5504907775969584761?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/5504907775969584761/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=5504907775969584761' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/5504907775969584761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/5504907775969584761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2010/09/candva.html' title='Candva..'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TIBAyALHvGI/AAAAAAAAAbo/QmG2tJSJtZU/s72-c/What_am_I_to_do__by_Klaamka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-3658896879100669227</id><published>2010-08-08T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T17:18:38.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>908.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TF9I7SzrMAI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Z3vWK4ScV6E/s1600/23a90dacdb328387d7b168e9c9becb55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TF9I7SzrMAI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Z3vWK4ScV6E/s320/23a90dacdb328387d7b168e9c9becb55.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503197453168095234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b/&gt;&lt;center&gt;I wont be here forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b/&gt;&lt;center&gt;Not ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-3658896879100669227?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/3658896879100669227/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=3658896879100669227' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/3658896879100669227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/3658896879100669227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2010/08/908.html' title='908.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TF9I7SzrMAI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Z3vWK4ScV6E/s72-c/23a90dacdb328387d7b168e9c9becb55.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-8728594193768146308</id><published>2010-07-25T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T13:40:15.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abisso.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TEyhKO0IAwI/AAAAAAAAAbI/MCpJUqiN3pg/s1600/b67cacf4727d5dde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TEyhKO0IAwI/AAAAAAAAAbI/MCpJUqiN3pg/s320/b67cacf4727d5dde.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497946442260022018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi,si mult timp de acum inainte o sami fie scarba.Numai scarba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Eu vreau sa ramanem prieteni nu sa termin de tot,tu vrei sa termin ca asa ti-e bine tie iar mie nu.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este tot ce trebuia sa aud,ca sa am o repulsie.Este clar pentru mine tot,chiar daca tu nu vrei sa recunosti.&lt;br /&gt;Daca ai fi iubit cu adevarat,nu miai fi amintit mereu de anumite persoane,ai fi vrut sa fie bine,si nu faceai tot ce ai facut.&lt;br /&gt;Ai fi ascultat cand te rugam sa termini odata,nu ai fi mintit.Nu mai fi sacait atat la cap.&lt;br /&gt;Amici ramaneti cu un motiv.Stiu ca nu o sa mi-l spui niciodata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu pur si simplu nu vrei si nai vrut sa fie bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te tot tii dupa ceva ce oricum ma enerveaza si nu vrei sa dai drumul acestui ceva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toate glumele si amintirile tale inrautatesc dramatic situatia.Sunt in mare parte adevarate,nici macar tachinari nu mai sunt.&lt;br /&gt;Iar mie mia ajns pana peste cap,am ajuns sa-mi para rau pt mine,sa ma subestimez,sa fiu isterica ceea ce la un moment dat incetasem sa mai fiu,am ajuns sa nu ma simt in siguranta,si am ajuns sa urasc din toata fiinta mea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te-ai dat de gol si azi,si ca de fiecare data cand vorbeam.&lt;br /&gt;Nu-ti suport minciunile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma afund tot mai adanc.Nai facut nimic sa opresti asta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-8728594193768146308?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/8728594193768146308/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=8728594193768146308' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/8728594193768146308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/8728594193768146308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2010/07/abisso.html' title='Abisso.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TEyhKO0IAwI/AAAAAAAAAbI/MCpJUqiN3pg/s72-c/b67cacf4727d5dde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-4427971311466965332</id><published>2010-07-15T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T16:07:49.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TD-QrpWtKtI/AAAAAAAAAa4/kQD6C2ff2JU/s1600/P1010144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TD-QrpWtKtI/AAAAAAAAAa4/kQD6C2ff2JU/s320/P1010144.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494269149925157586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TD-QYDEkUcI/AAAAAAAAAaw/WzFBbMttrac/s1600/P1010122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TD-QYDEkUcI/AAAAAAAAAaw/WzFBbMttrac/s320/P1010122.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494268813231018434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voi,care m-ati facut sa uit de tot,voi care ati fost acolo pentru mine cand am avut nevoie,voi care ati fost toti prezenti in cea mai importanta zi a vietii mele de pana acum.Voi ce ati incercat fiecare in parte sa ma inveseliti cum puteti si ati reusit,facand totul extraordinar de frumos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voi sunteti tot ce conteaza acum si pe viitor,pentru ca indiferent de cat de suciti suntem,cat de stresanti,cat de pisalogi,isterici,enervanti si nebuni,oricat neam contrazice asupra parerilor si obiceiurilor noastre diferite suntem prieteni iar prietenia este unul dintre cele mai valoroase lucruri existente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NU AM SA FIU NICIODATA SINGURA,SI NICI NU OSA REUSEASCA CINEVA SA VA INDEPARTEZE DE MINE,pentru ca voi ma cunoasteti cel mai bine,voi imi vreti binele si eu voua.Cu voi ma simt ca acasa in orice situatie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voi m-ati vazut razand cu gura pana la urechi,plangand neincetat,m-ati vazut fericita,m-ati vazut suferind,m-ati vazut isterica,trista,nebuna,haioasa,sau rautacioasa.Voi,si mai ales cei din a doua poza,ati fost acolo pentru mine dupa ce un an v-am intors spatele din diferite motive,si,desi am facut asta,cum ati aflat ca s-a intamplat ceva rau,mi-ati dat telefoane si mesaje si ne-am adunat cu totii sa ne distram,sa ma calmati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe voi toti osa va iubesc mereu,indiferent de ce fac sau spun,pentru voi intotdeuna o sa fac tot posibilul,osa fiu acolo cand aveti nevoie indiferent de ce aveti nevoie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voi imi sunteti prieteni adevarati si va iubesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Frate,sa stie ca noi putem sa nu vorbim sau sa iesim un an,nu inseamna ca nu stim unii de altii,nu inseamna ca nu ne intereseaza.Ne cunoastem la fel de bine,si chiar daca nu ne vorbim prea des un an,noi tot prietene suntem si suntem acolo pentru tine oricand ai nevoie"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-4427971311466965332?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/4427971311466965332/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=4427971311466965332' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/4427971311466965332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/4427971311466965332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2010/07/voi.html' title='Voi.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TD-QrpWtKtI/AAAAAAAAAa4/kQD6C2ff2JU/s72-c/P1010144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-2907421141803398101</id><published>2010-07-03T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T13:34:08.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoping.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TC-es5T_AzI/AAAAAAAAAao/tua8RwcLR1g/s1600/P1010094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TC-es5T_AzI/AAAAAAAAAao/tua8RwcLR1g/s320/P1010094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489780964923999026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pot sa suport orice de dragul tau,desi cuvintele tale ma dor enorm fie gluma fie doar ca sa ma enervezi.&lt;br /&gt;Pot sa ma gandesc noptile la ceva dragut,ce as putea sa fac,ceva ce ai vrea sa stii,sa aflii,sa-ti placa,fiindca sentimentele mele pentru tine nu s-au schimbat o clipa.&lt;br /&gt;Nu incetez o clipa sa sper ca dupa furtuna vin zilele cu soare si nu pot sa nu ma abitionez cand vine vorba de acest concept,care mi-a ghidat toata viata.Nu pot sa nu ma ambitionez sa demonstrez cand vine vorba de tine.&lt;br /&gt;Nervii mei nu sunt de fier,dar incerc sa fie,incerc sa ma transform cumva sa pot rezista sa nu ma enervez,pentru ca sper.Si totusi,observ ca reusesc incetul cu incetul desi in alte circumstante cu alte persoane sigur nu as fi reusit.&lt;br /&gt;Nu imi pierd increderea in tine si in cuvintele tale desi uneori ma simt ca si cand mi-ai fi facut vant din cer si am picat intr-o intersectie cu zeci de mii de drumuri si semne iar eu nu stiu drumul nici cu busola.&lt;br /&gt;Incerc sa ma port cat mai dragut cu putinta,sa-ti arat si o alta parte pe care desii o stii,iti place sa o revezi iar mie imi place sa  ti-o arat.&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai vreau sa ne certam,nu mai vreau sa ne comportam urat.Eu incerc si tot incerc sa fie asa..&lt;br /&gt;Sper ca pana acum ti-a placut si mai sper ca de duminica sa fie un alt inceput,unul frumos,incare nu ne certam si ne enervam.&lt;br /&gt;Eu promit ca voi face tot posibilul sa fie asa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-2907421141803398101?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/2907421141803398101/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=2907421141803398101' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/2907421141803398101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/2907421141803398101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2010/07/hoping.html' title='Hoping.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TC-es5T_AzI/AAAAAAAAAao/tua8RwcLR1g/s72-c/P1010094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-1774891070801658296</id><published>2010-06-03T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T05:41:09.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Path.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TAeivjA29qI/AAAAAAAAAag/7uoqoItNOB4/s1600/1268882957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TAeivjA29qI/AAAAAAAAAag/7uoqoItNOB4/s320/1268882957.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478526409455892130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cunosc un om,care alege acelas drum cu mine,ca si un altul,adica H,care nu a reusit decat sa ma faca sa-l urasc si sa nu-l mai suport intr-un final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acest om din prezent,este dabia la mijlocul drumului.Unde momentan,nu este nici un pericol,dar va fi daca va continuaj.Este alegerea lui prorprie,desi eu m'am rugat de el,sa nu continue si sa nu faca din nou rau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se pare,ca mie mi-a facut si imi va face pt ca nu-l intereseaza.Si ca mie imi vorbeste urat.&lt;br /&gt;Mie nu mia vorbit niciodata cum i-a vorbit ei,cu mine nu a fost nicidoata la fel de intelegator cum a fost cu ea,fata de ea s-a revansat de 100 de ori mai bine,si niciodaa nu a fost mai real cu mine,decat cu ea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si pt toate astea,am dovezi care nu pot fi negate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dintr-o data,te deranjeaza tot.&lt;br /&gt;Nu erai asa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-1774891070801658296?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/1774891070801658296/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=1774891070801658296' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/1774891070801658296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/1774891070801658296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2010/06/cunosc-un-omcare-alege-acelas-drum-cu.html' title='Path.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TAeivjA29qI/AAAAAAAAAag/7uoqoItNOB4/s72-c/1268882957.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-8965603364995624278</id><published>2010-06-01T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T07:11:28.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fac ceva pe tot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TAUSkGn7u9I/AAAAAAAAAaY/jFQP-aGAn8I/s1600/sexy_lips_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TAUSkGn7u9I/AAAAAAAAAaY/jFQP-aGAn8I/s320/sexy_lips_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477804933228772306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starea mea: Nepasare,distantare,miserupism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cel mai eficient trio impotriva tuturor problemelor.Nu te mai atinge nimic.&lt;br /&gt;Nu-mi pasa de cine ce vrea de la mine.Nu-mi pasa ca ar trebui sa fac ceva,ca ar trebui sa ma ridic la un anumit nivel,ca ar trebui sa iau atitudine.Nu-mi pasa ca se tipa la mine,ca mi se aduc injurii,ca sunt nedreptatita,ca se rasteste la mine si asa mai departe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am reusit sa ajung la starea asta minunata  dupa multi multi ani.In momentu asta numai dau doi bani pe nimic,pentru ca nu s-au dat 2 bani pe mine de foarte multe ori asa ca nu ma mai osenesc sa fac ceva memorabil din ce am,ce sunt si ce voi fi.Viata mea a fost mereu aceeasi chiar daca m-am ostenit sa o fac mai frumoasa sau nu.Unii se plictisesc de mine pt ca sunt cu picioarele pe pamant (stabila adica) si imi spun in sila te iubesc ca si cand ar fi o obligatie.&lt;br /&gt;Altii,constituie un stres permanent,zilnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiar nu-mi pasa pe cine enervez,cine nu ma suporta,pe cine ranesc cand zic sau fac unele chestii.Eu o sa spun totdeauna ce vreau sa spun,sub orice forma,placuta sau neplacuta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uite asa,ca ma pis pe tot si mi s-a pus pata.&lt;br /&gt;-.-'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-8965603364995624278?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/8965603364995624278/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=8965603364995624278' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/8965603364995624278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/8965603364995624278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2010/06/fac-ceva-pe-tot.html' title='Fac ceva pe tot!'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TAUSkGn7u9I/AAAAAAAAAaY/jFQP-aGAn8I/s72-c/sexy_lips_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-2871833202241027115</id><published>2010-05-29T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T12:04:41.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TAFlQCb9AXI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/lrnvL0-L0TI/s1600/3330_view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TAFlQCb9AXI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/lrnvL0-L0TI/s320/3330_view.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476769948065661298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;And if you're feeling lucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;Come and take me home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auzind acele cuvinte veninoase incepuse sa tremure.Stia ce inseamna,stia,s-a mai intamplat.Incepuse sa tremure in mod involuntar,luptandu-se cu ea insasi sa nu planga.Apoi,o alta ploaie de cuvinte rautacioase.Il fixa cu privirea.Din nou,alte cuvinte menite sa doara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intelesese esentialul.Incet,el pleca,cu gandul,cu sufletul.Se repetase dintotdeauna si se gandea,cat va mai rezista ea daca s-ar intampla inca odata.Pentru ca niciodata nu a contat cat de mult il iubea ea,el intotdeauna gasea motive..&lt;br /&gt;Nu a vrut nimic mai mult decat putin din atentia lui,asa cum i-o mai accordase si o facuse fericita,chiar si cand erau prietenii lui de fata.Acum..nici asta nu mai voia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar ea,ea isi dorea sa fie alta persoana.Sa fie cineva pe placul lui,sa fie multumit si sa nu existe spusele lui : m-am plictisit,nu vreau sa ma port frumos,nu mai vin cu tine la petreceri,sau daca nuti convine pleaca..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;Daca nu-ti convine..pleaca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau doar sa fiu fericita cum eram inainte..cand totul era echilibrat si nu aveam de ce sa ne suparam..Vreau doar sa fim fericiti,amandoi..nu doar tu,nu doar eu,ci doar NOI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar acum...sunt printre cele mai nefericite persoane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt; "Sa stii ca dupa 3 ani ma plictisesc de acelas lucru"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sper ca stii foarte bine ce ai spus.Sper ca iti dai seama ce impact au avut spusele tale asupra mea.Sper ca sti,pt ca eu nu mai pot.Ma indeprtezi de tine cu buna stiinta si chiar pare ca asta vrei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicitari,presupun ca te simti perfect acum...&lt;br /&gt;Si eu eram fericita candva...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu mai vrei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;I watch you kill &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;You always have &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;You always will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;I keep waiting... and I wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;Won't somebody...save me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;IF you feel love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-2871833202241027115?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/2871833202241027115/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=2871833202241027115' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/2871833202241027115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/2871833202241027115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-if-youre-feeling-lucky-come-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/TAFlQCb9AXI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/lrnvL0-L0TI/s72-c/3330_view.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-5875957838086115174</id><published>2010-05-25T12:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T12:43:02.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bilet spre ''facere de bine''.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/S_woPaDNDuI/AAAAAAAAAaA/0WeLsEspiBw/s1600/3598406030_debd568095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/S_woPaDNDuI/AAAAAAAAAaA/0WeLsEspiBw/s320/3598406030_debd568095.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475295492131589858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce doreai sa se intample cu mine?Sa fie deja totul fara speranta sa dau coltu si sa ma crezi?Atunci m-ai fi crezut?Fara sa-mi spui pe un ton dezgustat ca MINT?In loc sa te bucuri ca nu e ceva mai grav,imi zici ca sunt doar niste amarate chestii si ca am mintit cu tot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu ce vrei sa cred dintr-o atitudine de genul asta.Pur si simplu stai si cauti motive de a te enerva pe mine si de a ma aduce pe mine intro stare deplorabila.Cauti motive asta faci!Si nici macar nu vrei sa auzi de mine sau sa-mi auzi vocea...Ce ar trebui sa fac?Cum ar trebui sa reactionez?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca stiu foarte clar ce se intampla.&lt;br /&gt;Imi fac tot raul cu mana mea pana la urma.&lt;br /&gt;Nu trebuia sa aflii asta niciodata.&lt;br /&gt;Si de data asta,stiu sigur ca nu-ti mai pasa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asta e speranta ta de a ma face bine..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-5875957838086115174?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/5875957838086115174/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=5875957838086115174' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/5875957838086115174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/5875957838086115174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2010/05/bilet-spre-facere-de-bine.html' title='Bilet spre &apos;&apos;facere de bine&apos;&apos;.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/S_woPaDNDuI/AAAAAAAAAaA/0WeLsEspiBw/s72-c/3598406030_debd568095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-6251732332520262392</id><published>2010-05-25T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T09:44:51.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PHOTO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/S_v9ChwmXYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/bgJCGoUJW44/s1600/GordonMcBryde1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/S_v9ChwmXYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/bgJCGoUJW44/s320/GordonMcBryde1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475247991862746498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N-am mai exersat de mult.N-am mai facut o poza de cateva luni bune,iar fara antrenament se duce si inspiratia.Pacat ca pozele si ideile bune cer multi bani.Incep sa ma readun si sa imi perfectionez ideile pe care le am de aproape un an.Poate ajung sa le pun in practica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma gandeam..noi doi am face o pereche excelenta.Nu ca nu facem deja,dar eu pot sa fac poze,iar tu sa le editezi.si asa,putem avea si poze frumi cu noi^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca ai vrea,chiar te-as iubi infinit cu pluuuuussss maaaaareeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-6251732332520262392?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/6251732332520262392/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=6251732332520262392' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/6251732332520262392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/6251732332520262392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2010/05/photo.html' title='PHOTO.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/S_v9ChwmXYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/bgJCGoUJW44/s72-c/GordonMcBryde1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-6067178160505105902</id><published>2010-05-22T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T04:50:10.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/S_e0hX3uKJI/AAAAAAAAAZw/SLVewf0zv-E/s1600/1272398995.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/S_e0hX3uKJI/AAAAAAAAAZw/SLVewf0zv-E/s320/1272398995.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474042357528537234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca nu mai stiu de mine si de nimic altceva.Ma tot invart in acelas cerc din care nu pot scapa.O cusca de venin care te innebuneste.Si nu mai stiu ce sa fac si nu mai stiu de dorintele mele.Stiu doar ca m-am plafonat in cel mai crunt mod.M-am rupt de idealurile mele in viata,m-am smuls de orice potential din mine.M-am renega pe mine.M-am silit sa ma schimb.Nici un om nu trebuie sa fie subjugat,in nici un caz un om bun. Tind de cele mai multe ori sa uit.Dar de fiecare data cand mi se intampla simt cum cealalta parte din mine ma impinge dinauntru pentru a iesi afara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simt un mare gol,care ma darama si sunt singura fara nici un ajutor.Doar mi-am inchipuit ca am ajutor,ca sa infrunt realitatea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-6067178160505105902?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/6067178160505105902/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=6067178160505105902' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/6067178160505105902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/6067178160505105902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2010/05/down.html' title='Down'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/S_e0hX3uKJI/AAAAAAAAAZw/SLVewf0zv-E/s72-c/1272398995.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-7850145334008535523</id><published>2010-05-19T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T00:57:59.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/S_RRmmfO6KI/AAAAAAAAAZo/mSjUYFw2bfE/s1600/will_sanders.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/S_RRmmfO6KI/AAAAAAAAAZo/mSjUYFw2bfE/s320/will_sanders.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473089170770421922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu mi se pare ca am gresit mult in toata viata asta,dar sunt omul nesabuit,prea mandru uneori,si ratez multe chestii,care ar putea aduce fericire mie si celor din jur,sau cel putin,persoanei de care imi pasa acum.Sunt genul nesimtit si rautacios,indiferent de ce simt ca trebuie sa fac,sa spun.&lt;br /&gt;Indepartez oamenii.Ciudat,pt ca nu vreau asta nici fizic nici sentimental,pentru ca e vorba de prieteni buni.Dar sunt prea mandra sa recunosc ce simt decat daca e ceva foarte puternic si pentru un singur om.In rest,am facut tot posibilul sa fiu insensibila cu toata lumea.Mandria nu ma lasa sa recunosc ca,pana la urma,nici nu era nevoie sa ma port urat,pt ca s'ar fi inteles oricum.&lt;br /&gt;Multe se intampla pentru ca vreau sa ies din tipar,pentru ca am observat ca uneori,chiar ies din tipar,fara sa vreau.Am incercat sa am grija sa nu fiu o fata proasta dusa de nas in orice si de aceea de multe ori intru in defensiva extrem de repede.Reusesc sa ma acopar cu un scut,incat sa nu arat oricui ce sunt eu de fapt...Numai ca acest oricui,s-a transformat in 99% nimeni dupa septembrie 2009.Am desclansat o ura fata de persoanele INSIPIDE.Ma enerveaza tote persoanele INSIPIDE si tot ce au ele.Ideea de distantare nu-mi convine,desi am indepartat unii prieteni ce odata erai prieteni foarte buni sau cei mai buni.Pana si acum,indiferenta mea fata de toata lumea pokes me spunandu-mi ca oricum numi pasa pentru ca sunt fericita cu ce am si ce sunt.Asa e, sunt foarte fericita cu ce am acum.pentru ca ce am acum m-a ajutat in absolut orice.Si multe lucruri le am din cauza lui,fie materiale fie spirituale sau de ala natura.Sincer,99% din timp nici numi dau seama ca voi ati existat si sunt indiferenta,iar in unele cazuri chiar nu-mi pasa ca am fost rea.Exista totusi un caz in care imi pare rau pt rautatea mea.Erai printre prietenii mei cei cei mai buni si desi stau langa tine suntem departe de ce obisnuiam sa fim,ajutandu-ne spunandu-ne chestii.Eram prietene bune.Grupul de la scoala e ca un domino.Impingi pe unu si cad toate.Valabil in cazu meu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inca ma enerveaza persoanele INSIPIDE.Mai bine zis persoana..&lt;br /&gt;Inafara de faptu ca jumate din ce am scris aici nu are nici o noima,decid sa zic asa:Imi e dor de grupul mare de prieteni ce eram cu totii odata,distrandu-ne non-stop,jucand carti si provocand haos si betii la zile onomastice.Iar de la sfarsitul clasei a 10a de cand Dinu s'a mutat,nu mai suntem niciunii cu niciunii prieteni.Ne'am regrupat in mod prostesc si abia de mai vorbim unu cu altu.Sutem egoisti nu mai impartim nimic si neam mutat cu totii i colturi opuse ale clasei parca sa ne evitam.Nici macar buna nu ne mai zicem niciunu din toti 10 cati eram.Iar daca anu trecut eram mai mult prieteni la scoala , la petreceri si putin cand mai ieseama pafara toti,acum nici la scoala nu mai stim unii de altii,nici la petreceri iar sa iesim afara cu totii e total exclus.Daca anu trecut ne petreceam timpu prin Coffee Right sau Krishna,acum nici nu ne mai petrece timpul in vreun fel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dat fiind ca in momentul de fata am o viata prea frumoasa si fericita cu un om pe care il iubesc enorm,incerc sa nu ma deranjez sa observ diferentele de anul  asta.Dar le observ in fiecare zi un capitol incheiat a prieteniei bune dintre 10 oameni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este trist sa vezi ignoranta in ochii lor.&lt;br /&gt;Ziua asta face parte din cele 2 zile pe an in care imi aduc aminte ca am fost toti prieteni si va scot din ignoranta cu care va tratez inapoi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-7850145334008535523?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/7850145334008535523/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=7850145334008535523' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/7850145334008535523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/7850145334008535523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2010/05/changes.html' title='Changes.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/S_RRmmfO6KI/AAAAAAAAAZo/mSjUYFw2bfE/s72-c/will_sanders.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-2855810225442482871</id><published>2010-05-18T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T14:35:13.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/S_L_3IyEnAI/AAAAAAAAAZg/-eDncgVWikI/s1600/848141a18fc9ed629b192f28045aee12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/S_L_3IyEnAI/AAAAAAAAAZg/-eDncgVWikI/s320/848141a18fc9ed629b192f28045aee12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472717819923962882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspir si ma opresc.Inchid ochii si-mi reamintesc sute de momente fericite,in cele cateva secunde in care mi se opreste inima.Incerc sa-mi disip amaraciunea ce o simt.Nu pot,nu pot.&lt;br /&gt;Cuvintele de mai devreme m-au facut sa realizez ca nu este totu asa frumos cum pare.Eu cautam lumina neincetat,traiam in lumina orbitoare cand de fapt traiam in semiobscur.Sau ceva de genu asta.&lt;br /&gt;Exista unele momente in viata unui om in care se simte fragil,lipsit de aparare.Exista alte momente in care pur si simplu simte ce se va intampla.Ambele cazuri valabile.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca daca se va intampla Lucrul Rau,toata dragostea din lume pe care o pot acumula si darui nu va opri nimic.Raul niciodata nu poate fi oprit,contrat a ce se spune.&lt;br /&gt;Simt,ca tocmai s'a rupt un pic de mine.Ca de aici o sa inceapa iar eu nu osa pot face nimic desi as face orice sa nu se intample pt ca nu vreau sa traiesc in vid.Desi poate nu e chiar asa,nu simt decat ca orice promisiune facuta este desarta,si ca tot ce am cladit implicandu'ma nu mai conteaza odata cu acele cuvinte,desi,pt mine mereu va conta.&lt;br /&gt;Exista anumite schimbari in ultimele 2 sapt.Ceva este clar in neregula.Nu pot sa ascund nimic,chiar nu pot iar cuvantul PLICTISITOR a fost dureros.&lt;br /&gt;Uneori stiu la ce sa ma astept.Alteori stiu cum incepe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pot doar sa am incredere.Poate nu e asa cum cred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sper..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-2855810225442482871?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/2855810225442482871/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=2855810225442482871' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/2855810225442482871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/2855810225442482871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2010/05/sadness.html' title='Sadness.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/S_L_3IyEnAI/AAAAAAAAAZg/-eDncgVWikI/s72-c/848141a18fc9ed629b192f28045aee12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-6499384677126600909</id><published>2010-05-05T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T13:43:23.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/S-HXIS8L-6I/AAAAAAAAAZY/P117FlSJmHw/s1600/love_by_auroille.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/S-HXIS8L-6I/AAAAAAAAAZY/P117FlSJmHw/s320/love_by_auroille.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467887960127699874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; TE IUBESC &lt;br /&gt;-pt ca TU ai  scris postul de mai jos surprinzandu-ma in mod placut&lt;br /&gt;-pt biletelul din lift&lt;br /&gt;-pt ca te agiti si est funny&lt;br /&gt;-pt tot binele care mil faci&lt;br /&gt;-pt persuasivitate si determinare&lt;br /&gt;-pt ca ma intelegis ma suporti&lt;br /&gt;-pt ca iti pastrezi calmul si incerci sa f optimist chiar daca situatia nu permite&lt;br /&gt;-pt ca esti dulce si copilaros &lt;br /&gt;-pt ca TE ADOR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-6499384677126600909?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/6499384677126600909/comments/default' 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Honeythief,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhahaha nu ai mai scris de mult asa ca am venit sa'ti las un mesaj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te iubesc,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Smith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-2589673488118051287?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/2589673488118051287/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=2589673488118051287' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/2589673488118051287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/2589673488118051287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2010/04/iti-invadez-blogu-d.html' title='ITI INVADEZ BLOGU =D'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/S9hxji1v56I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/7_nxej0x4d4/s72-c/16456_653977526689_5811525_37884812_5086285_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-3225714326954722699</id><published>2010-02-06T09:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T10:04:48.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/S22u508D9PI/AAAAAAAAAZI/kFFvhvIj03o/s1600-h/_be_your_fairy_tale_by_Lord_Kevinz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/S22u508D9PI/AAAAAAAAAZI/kFFvhvIj03o/s320/_be_your_fairy_tale_by_Lord_Kevinz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435192633792394482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu au fost cele mai bune zile din viata mea.Zilele astea am fost oribila si am avut toane violente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In urma serii trecute ma detest.Nu pot sa ma suport in starile astea si nu-mi vine sa cred ca am fost eu cea care a facut ceea ce am facut.&lt;br /&gt;Probabil nici o mie de scuze nu ar putea repara prostia mea si nimic nu ar mai putea sa ma faca sa cred ca nu am stricat totul.&lt;br /&gt;Pot sa spun ca am meritat fiecare palma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detestabila.&lt;br /&gt;Imi pare nespus de rau,daca asta mai poate repara ceva.&lt;br /&gt;Oricum,eu nu pot sa ma iert.&lt;br /&gt;Ma urasc.&lt;br /&gt;Ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-3225714326954722699?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/3225714326954722699/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=3225714326954722699' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/3225714326954722699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/3225714326954722699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m sorry.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/S22u508D9PI/AAAAAAAAAZI/kFFvhvIj03o/s72-c/_be_your_fairy_tale_by_Lord_Kevinz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-7095603566501221798</id><published>2010-02-03T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T13:58:44.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liniste.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/S2nxKr2aobI/AAAAAAAAAZA/lAr_SAauHp8/s1600-h/ef266cc9604ae2ae7c21de39d441a790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/S2nxKr2aobI/AAAAAAAAAZA/lAr_SAauHp8/s320/ef266cc9604ae2ae7c21de39d441a790.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434139591271162290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locuesti si ocazional Locuim,intr'o casa frumoasa si linistita.Cu o sufragerie linistita si dormitoare tacute.Cu geamuri maaarii de unde poti sa vezi ce frumos e soarele...Undeva la inaltime de unde poti sa scuipi oamenii in cap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocazional locuiesc linistit pe pervaz..simtind un ditai haul in spatele meu si cum bate vantul linistit,si toate astea ma fac sa te strang de gat in mod linistit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totul e linistit si frumos.Scaune si paturi comfortabile.Miros placut.Caldura.Liniste.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;SI TOATA LINISTEA ASTA S'A DUS IN MOMENTU IN CARE AM SPART GHIVECIUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scuuuzeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-7095603566501221798?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/7095603566501221798/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=7095603566501221798' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/7095603566501221798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/7095603566501221798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2010/02/liniste.html' title='Liniste.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/S2nxKr2aobI/AAAAAAAAAZA/lAr_SAauHp8/s72-c/ef266cc9604ae2ae7c21de39d441a790.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-6387653554134755645</id><published>2010-01-15T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T13:02:05.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Safety.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/S1DW1Jw6wlI/AAAAAAAAAY4/H2A8LtLXJm0/s1600-h/814b30e7390aa8de803b3f3cb9f23f85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/S1DW1Jw6wlI/AAAAAAAAAY4/H2A8LtLXJm0/s320/814b30e7390aa8de803b3f3cb9f23f85.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427073759623955026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uneori statea si se gandea la verosimilitatea sentimentului.De fapt,nu prea ii venea sa creada.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Cum poate fi libera intr-o ''cutie''?Cum,cand sunt sute de maini schiloade si rugnite de timp in jurul ei care o trag inapoi?Iar cu cat ele o trag inapoi cu atat voia sa evadeze.Frustrarea nu o facea decat sa se deschida in alta parte,sa se arate cum e ea intr-adevar altcuiva,ca poate printre acele maini morbide  va fi una,una singura,care o va duce pe alte culmi ale vietii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si a gasit'o undeva,ascunsa,deghizata,fiindu'i teama sa se arate.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Nu stia ea exact cum de a reusit sa se simta asa,dar stia ca de mult,de foarte mult timp astepta.Stia ca apreciaza aceasta mana pe care o strangea si se simtea in siguranta.Pentru ca era singura care acum,o sustinea in ceea ce visa sa faca,singura care o ajuta si la cele mai tampite chestii,chiar si unde pe ea nu o ducea capu.Acea mana,era singura care o atingea si o facea sa se simta comfortabil,sa se simta in protejata,prin cele mai mici gesturi.Era un sentiment de libertate totodata,putea sa fie ea,nu o fiinta prefacuta cum era acasa.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adora sentimentul sigurantei,pentru ca,pana acum,nu prea stiuse ce este.Era indeajuns sa se tina de promisiuni,sa fie o persoana mai buna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentul sigurantei,era intruchipat frumos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happiness can be found,even in the darkest of times,if one only remembers to turn on the light".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-6387653554134755645?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/6387653554134755645/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=6387653554134755645' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/6387653554134755645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/6387653554134755645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2010/01/safety.html' title='Safety.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/S1DW1Jw6wlI/AAAAAAAAAY4/H2A8LtLXJm0/s72-c/814b30e7390aa8de803b3f3cb9f23f85.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-2061593926476769994</id><published>2009-12-02T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T11:05:59.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cum..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/19H75FvZpYE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/19H75FvZpYE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOOD: Doubtful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-2061593926476769994?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/2061593926476769994/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=2061593926476769994' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/2061593926476769994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/2061593926476769994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2009/12/cum.html' title='Cum..?'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-2725222939414159715</id><published>2009-11-29T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T13:39:05.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LMA&lt;3</title><content type='html'>Ma bufneste rasul.Ma bufneste de fiecare data cand suntem orgoliosi si niciunu nu vine la celalalt sa spuna ceva,dar cand ne uitam unu la altu radem.Si gata.Trece supararea.Si mi se pare tare frumi asa.Mi se pare ca Tu esti frumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa ne urcam toti pe terasa si unora sa le fie frica sa coboare,sa ne invartim cu totii prin casa ca ne loveste mingea,sa cantam, fumam,sa ne jucam cu jucarii si jocuri dubioase,sa radeem,radem radem.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca ma bucur nespus de mult ca tortul ti'a placut,cadoul,si sper ca noi toti te'am facut fericit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar intr'un hug de'al meu am pus de 100000 de ori mai mult sentiment si intr'un sarut de 1000000 mai multa dragoste,intr'o mangaiere si o privire 100000 mai multa tandrete iar in niste cuvinte am pus infinita iubire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai mai crescut un an.Te'ai facut si mai frumi si adorabil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sper din tot sufletul ca esti fericit si ca nu'ti lipseste nimic,ca ai tot ce'ti doresti.Iar de dragoste,sa stii ca esti iubit enorm de mult,sa nu te indoiesti de asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LA MULTI ANI!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De doua ori.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-2725222939414159715?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/2725222939414159715/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=2725222939414159715' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/2725222939414159715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/2725222939414159715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2009/11/lma3.html' title='LMA&lt;3'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-5474231395309830131</id><published>2009-11-14T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T01:38:56.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noiembrie.</title><content type='html'>E inca foarte cald pentru Noiembrie.Si frunzele sunt inca in copaci.Verzi si galbene.Multe.Iar cerul e senin si albastru pur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si seara...Muuuulte luminite colorate peste tot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E FRUMI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-5474231395309830131?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/5474231395309830131/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=5474231395309830131' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/5474231395309830131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/5474231395309830131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2009/11/noiembrie.html' title='Noiembrie.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-3739372478856509103</id><published>2009-10-26T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T13:45:44.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bruise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SuX81Khl8QI/AAAAAAAAAYo/6eF8-i0wlf4/s1600-h/k+(50).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SuX81Khl8QI/AAAAAAAAAYo/6eF8-i0wlf4/s320/k+(50).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396997718761926914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In momente ca astea nu vreau decat O voce care printr'un singur sunet m'ar calma instant.Si nu se poate acum.&lt;br /&gt;As vrea sa urc pe munte acum.Unul inalt inalt de tot,sa ma aflu pe varful lui printre nori,si sa vad lumea forfotind jos.Si nici asta nu pot.&lt;br /&gt;Iar daca stau pana dimineata,nici soarele nu mai rasare la fel.Daca mai rasare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum,as mai vrea sa stau afara noaptea la 3 pe niste scari,in bezna,ascultand cum la 10 m,cercul de actori de langa camin canta 2 beri goale,uitandu'ma la stele si vorbind la telefon,fumand Rothmans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai vazut si tu acea stea cazatoare?&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-3739372478856509103?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/3739372478856509103/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=3739372478856509103' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/3739372478856509103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/3739372478856509103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2009/10/bruise.html' title='Bruise.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SuX81Khl8QI/AAAAAAAAAYo/6eF8-i0wlf4/s72-c/k+(50).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-447239765330359924</id><published>2009-10-21T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T08:19:03.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abhorrer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/St97i0G8lcI/AAAAAAAAAYg/GZc_wcMorCE/s1600-h/SUNZ_OF_GOATS_by_K_E_I_T.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/St97i0G8lcI/AAAAAAAAAYg/GZc_wcMorCE/s320/SUNZ_OF_GOATS_by_K_E_I_T.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395166716646692290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceva ce voiam sa scriu de ceva vreme:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;TE URASC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TE URASC cu o asa intensitate incat nici tu,nu ai putea sa urasti asa.Imi doresc sa simti ura mea,sa te sufoce pur si simplu!Te urasc pentru jocurile tale cretine.Te urasc pentru ca intotdeauna te crezi nevinovat cand si tu stii cat de vinovat esti,dar intotdeauna TE MINTI SI TE VEI MINTI SINGUR in speranta ca o sa uiti,o sa scapi si o sa ai o impresie mai buna despre tine.Si dai vina pe altii,batjocorindu'i cu invetiile tale puerile.TE URASC atat de mult incat nu iti poti imagina!Tot ce'ti pot dori e sa traiesti in regrete permanent!Sa te manance pe interior,sa nu mai stii ce sa faci si in ce parte sa o iei!Sa nu ai parte de credibilitate,sa ti se faca aceleasi faze idioate,pe care sa le detesti si sa te doara.Sa te doara pana o iei razna!Sa NU mai ai parte de IUBIRE de nici un fel!!Pentru ca NU MERITI NICI CEA MAI INFIMA PARTICICA dintr'un sentiment atat de frumos.Sa te prinda trecutul din urma cu toate fazele urate si cu toate regretele!Sa te prinda din urma orice ai face,sa ti se intoarca roata la nesfarsit!!Sa nu mai ai decat rusine.Sa nu mai poti acuza pe cineva de minciuna!Pentru ca TU esti cel ce minte si a mintit de la inceput!Sa fi calcat in picioare si sa fi batjocorit asa cum ai facut tu cu mine.Sa inveti ce e aia sa lupti in chinuri pentru cineva'ul acela de langa tine,si persoana respectiva sa stea degeaba,si tot tie sa ti se dea cu ceva in cap!Sa NU MAI POTI SPUNE "TE IUBESC" pentru ca nu o sa te creada nimeni nici dupa ce ai sta o eternitate in a'i convinge!Vreau sa cazi in penibil si in disperare!Sa nu mai sti ce sa faci cand vezi ca pierzi tot ce ai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;TE URASC!!TE URASC!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca spui ce spui si faci pe durul,pe ignorantul si pe ingratul.Pentru ca te prefaci a fi fara sentimente,cand tu de fapt esti doar un actor foarte bun,specializat in auto-sugestie.Tu iti induci majoritatea chestiilor mintindu'te singur!&lt;br /&gt;TE URASC pentru ca ai transformat niste clipe minunate intr'o poveste de cosmar pe care le'o spui tuturor.Te urasc pentru ca in cea mai importanta zi din anu asta inca era datoria ta sa fi acolo si nu ai fost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ITI URASC FIECARE SUSUR,SOAPTA,VORBA,FAPTA,SURAS MINCINOS SI OTRAVIT!!TE URASC CU TOTUL EFECTIV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urasc fiecare minut,secunda pe care mi'am pierdut'o.Pentru ca m'ai facut sa'mi dau silinta intr'un NIMIC ABSOLUT.Urasc ca aproape m'ai transformat intr'un robot.Urasc ca tu nu poti fi decat FAKE.Nu o sa poti fi niciodata REAL.Nu cred ca mai poti fi vreodata.Si in plus,logica ta satanica este plina de lacune.Nu au fost 2,ci 1 an jumate,dar se pare ca nu ai inteles asta de cate ori ti'am zis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERITI PUR SI SIMPLU MERITI TOATA URA PE CARE O SIMT FATA DE TINE CU TOATA INTENSITATEA EI!MERITI SA NU MAI VORBESC CU TINE NICIODATA,ai facut mult prea multe ca sa mai pot uita vreodata,sa te mai pot privi altfel vreodata.In ochii mei ai cazut,mai jos decat te'ai fi gandit ca ai sa ajungi vreodata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats:M'ai facut sa te urasc atat de mult incat nu m'as linisti nici daca ti s'ar intoarce roata.Si imi bag PULA in tot ce ti'am zis si promis eu vreodata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Pur si simplu GO TO FKIN HELL AND FKIN BURN!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-447239765330359924?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/447239765330359924/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=447239765330359924' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/447239765330359924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/447239765330359924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2009/10/abhorrer.html' title='Abhorrer.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/St97i0G8lcI/AAAAAAAAAYg/GZc_wcMorCE/s72-c/SUNZ_OF_GOATS_by_K_E_I_T.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-5087130279924016794</id><published>2009-10-13T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T11:30:26.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sufocare.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/StWhbIYZzCI/AAAAAAAAAYI/l0YVG_DfKQs/s1600-h/Goodbye_My_Almost_Lover_by_soheir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/StWhbIYZzCI/AAAAAAAAAYI/l0YVG_DfKQs/s320/Goodbye_My_Almost_Lover_by_soheir.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392393616324414498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I se parea ceva perfect normal ceea ce facea ea.Nu e ca si cum nu i s'a intamplat si ei de atatea ori.De atatea ori incat da'o dracului de treaba parca se plictisise si nu mai avea efect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vezi si: ignoranta&lt;br /&gt;Vezi si: misoginism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era totu in regula,pana cand vocea aia adormita si plictisita a cacatului cu care vorbea la telefon se ridica:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bai,nu-mi pasa ce fraza cretina si indiferenta mai scoti pe gura aia,se vede clar ca nu mai simti...si il lasa sa vorbeasca in continuare ca oricum nu prea ii pasa ce zice.Momentan.Cacatul asta mic,nu era o alegere,era o ambitie si acuma ii statea pe creier si parca il zgaria constant.&lt;br /&gt;Spuse:&lt;br /&gt;-Vai,dar cum poti sa crezi asa ceva?(nici macar nu stia ce trebuia el sa creada din ce a spus mai devreme,ce pisda masii e asta?)Bai crede'ma,chiar e totul ok,iarta'ma ca am fost indiferenta,nu inseamna nimic,totu e bine.&lt;br /&gt;-Foarte bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce era asa gresit in comportamentul ei.Pur si simplu nu avea chef de siroposenii si incerca sa'i mai tortureze mintea un pic ca parca atunci cand ai dubii cretine si inutile e mai bine.Asa era proasta asta.Mai nou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probabilitatea injectarii celulelor dintr'un fetus in creierul ei pt a il readuce la starea de odinioara era prea costisitoara si oricum nu-i pasa ei,putea sa'si bata joc de lumea aia infecta si decisa ca tu esti replica umana a vreunei harti si te opreste din 2 in 2 secunde sa te intrebe unde-s strazile,farmaciile,supermarketurile,scurtaturile alea toate pisacioase.Bai serios,si daca te futi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cacatu asta,sau cel putin asa ii zicea ea,nu i se mai parea deloc interesant ca inainte.Pe vremuri parca arata altfel.Fetele cica sunt intotdeauna atrase de barbati cu un iz copilaresc.In fine,factoru principal era ca nu mai era deloc ce a fost.Il cunoscuse in mod bizar.Atat de bizar incat isi dorise sa nu'l mai fi cunoscut.Nu de alta dar nu'l suporta cand incepea sa se ingrijoreze,gelozeze sau mai stiu eu ce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Prostie",nu e cel mai potrivit cuvant dar e primul care-mi vine in minte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum zicea,nu era un tip deosebit decat ca il ducea capu uneori,iar alteori chiar reusea sa si coopereze cu ea in mod normal,caci desi nu aveau varsta 3 din 7 zile locuiau impreuna,intr-un apartament normal dar modern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Poti sa nu iti mai lasi lucrurile peste tot?Iti adun mereu fututele astea de haine!&lt;br /&gt;-Ghici ce,nu pot sa ma duc undeva,fara sa put a fum!Mereu fumezi cate'o nenoricita de tigara in fiecare camera!&lt;br /&gt;-Si ce tu nu fumezi ma?&lt;br /&gt;-Nu mai fuma in casa,fumeaza macar in bucatarie.&lt;br /&gt;-Nu vreau,cand o sa iti strangi hainele.&lt;br /&gt;-Patetic.&lt;br /&gt;-Da-te dracului!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se cam plictisise si de minciunile lui.Iar el credea ca ea nu are nici cea mai mica problema cu asta.Credea ca ea nu minte decat cu tampenii rareori.&lt;br /&gt;Ea,facuse teatru 3 ani de zile,si nu numai ca il citea pe el,dar isi juca rolul perfect.Se dadea nepasatoare si totodata sfanta,desi uneori se gandea ca la inceput nu fusese asa deloc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si oricum,cand au inceput certurile,ei spre deosebire de altii,se regulau mai des ca asa le trecea.Si asa a trecut si tot timpu asta de cacat!!!Parca activitatea asta impaca orice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bai,pisica nu are de mancare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spre marea ei mirare ea chiar se astepta sa auda ceva dragut.Putin ii pasa ei daca pisica aia nu mananca si mai slabeste un pic.Cacatul ala mic trebuia sa'i spuna parca ceva,asa ca ea spuse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Eu plec,asta e ultima tigara.&lt;br /&gt;-Ei haide,mai stai.&lt;br /&gt;-Intelegi gresit,plec.E ultima tigara fumata impreuna.&lt;br /&gt;El nu facuse ceva rau,o suportase doar in timpu asta relativ lung de cand se stiau.Dar ea voia sa plece,pur si simplu,cand o sa aiba resentimente,abia atunci se va gandi serios la situatie.&lt;br /&gt;-Ce ai..&lt;br /&gt;-Nu-mi pasa.Nu mai vreau sa-mi spui despre cum vrei sa fiu si sa ma convingi pe tema asta.Intelegi?&lt;br /&gt;-Doar atat?&lt;br /&gt;Trebuia sa se dea din nou nepasatoare.El nu trebuia sa vada ca ei de fapt ii pasa si ca se simte oribil.&lt;br /&gt;-Bai inceteaza.Am zis ca plec.Si n'am sa te sarut de plecare.Stii,nu?&lt;br /&gt;-Imi imaginez.Nu te inteleg..&lt;br /&gt;-Nu o sa te sarut pentru ca ultimu nostru sarut a fost acum 2 zile si acum plec.Plec lasandu'te sa stii ca ultimu sarut al nostru a fost unul de o secunda,fara semnfificatie,unul gol,lipsit de compasiune,fortat si unul nepasator.Ai inteles?Te las cu o serie de injuraturi,pentru ca asta ma distanteaza si mai bine de tine,si numi pasa cum te simti tu pe tema asta.Pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ii pasa de cacatu ala pe care il lasase cu doua etaje mai sus.Era totul atat de stupid.Futui mortii masii de situatie!De cate ori se intreba de ce dumnezeului se indoctrina cu nepasare si de ce a facut asa,sinceritatea stupida o plesnea.Pentru ca asa i se intamplase si ei,asa ca ea facea rau altora.Nu stia si numai voia sa se gandeasca la asta.Se simtea aiurea si nedemna de tot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cacat,probabil ca o sa esueze in eu mai stiu eu ce bar pe la 2 noaptea beata moarta.Apoi s'ar duce la el in lift,si'ar aranja parul,ar cobori la 4 si ar intra la el sa'si ceara scuze.Dar nu ar reusi,s'ar intoarce in lift,s'ar parfuma si ar sta in masina 3 minute incercand sa se hotarasca,doar pentru a pleca dupa.Un cacat zau,mai ales cand treci cu masina la 3 pe langa strazi pline de nefututi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:30am.&lt;br /&gt;Parca.&lt;br /&gt;Era in fata usii lu C.&lt;br /&gt;Prietena ei.&lt;br /&gt;Auzi inca de la etaju 1 muzica de la ea din camera.&lt;br /&gt;Rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bai,bai bai.Iar ti-ai renegat partea spirituala,sentimentala,pula mea, asa-i?&lt;br /&gt;-Da.Auzi bai,ai chef de o cafea?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-5087130279924016794?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/5087130279924016794/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=5087130279924016794' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/5087130279924016794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/5087130279924016794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2009/10/sufocare.html' title='Sufocare.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/StWhbIYZzCI/AAAAAAAAAYI/l0YVG_DfKQs/s72-c/Goodbye_My_Almost_Lover_by_soheir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-8465375478064532097</id><published>2009-10-05T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T12:35:56.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inscriptie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SspKkj0CeHI/AAAAAAAAAYA/5uNF0eBx1_w/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SspKkj0CeHI/AAAAAAAAAYA/5uNF0eBx1_w/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389201896051472498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum ceva timp credeam cu tarie ca o sa fie ceva oripilant.Dar nu.Am realizat ca si eu am acel termen de care mi s'a vorbit mai demult.Se zice ca fetele nu pot avea aceste x zile de a "sterge tabla cu buretele",doar pentru ca ele trec peste in alt mod,mai sentimental.Cheia eliberarii consta in sigilarea oricarui lucru nociv,intr'o cutiuta ascunsa undeva in tine.O cutiuta pe care sa nu o mai deschizi vreme indelungata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desi unele chestii rele au fost impregnate,cu siguranta vor servi la ceva mai tarziu.Pentru ca se pot transforma in stalpii ce sustin ambitia mea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le'am dat drumul viselor,aratau ca sute de balonase colorate umplute cu heliu urcand din ce in ce mai sus.Le'am inlocuit cu realitatea frumoasa dar tacita si isteata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cunosc in vreme ca reactia imediata la sentimentele din cele afectuoase sfarseste.au sfarsit din momentul in care am auzit din nou,acele cuvinte,iar eu m'am blocat.Nu de uimire sau de bucurie.M'am blocat fiindca imi era greu sa mai procesez insemnatatea acelor sunete tocmai auzite.Sunete,cuvinte pe care le alungasem pentru ca nu voiam sa le mai aud; ca sa ma bucur de a nu avea nici o interdictie.Orice perioada are frumusetea ei relativa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"Caci somnul tau nu trebuie sa-nece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Sufletul meu de piscuri mari de piatra."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-8465375478064532097?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/8465375478064532097/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=8465375478064532097' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/8465375478064532097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/8465375478064532097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2009/10/inscriptie.html' title='Inscriptie.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SspKkj0CeHI/AAAAAAAAAYA/5uNF0eBx1_w/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-5118277974699832345</id><published>2009-10-04T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T13:55:55.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MILK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SskLz265OHI/AAAAAAAAAX4/WDYrvn7niHU/s1600-h/milk_by_stuntkid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SskLz265OHI/AAAAAAAAAX4/WDYrvn7niHU/s320/milk_by_stuntkid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388851414669277298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu rasarise inca soarele si era inca intuneric.De fapt era unul dintre acele minunate momente ale zile cand luna se intalneste cu soarele si ziua cu noaptea.Ei i se parea splendid.Dar nu avea cum sa se bucure acum de acestea.Dormea ghemuita in paturica ei albastra,pe langa care se iveau suvite blonde ondulate.Telefonul ei de pe podea incepu dintr'o data sa vibreze pe o melodie rock,veche,antrenanta.Ea isi scoase capul blond de sub paturica si cu ochii inchisi pipai podeaua pana gasi telefonul.Apasa snooze de vreo 3 ori pana cand se hotara sa se dea jos din pat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era 6 dimineata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciufulita,se indrepta spre bucatarie sa isi faca o cafea tare,apoi se intoarse inapoi in camera sa se schimbe de boxerii si hanoracul verde vechi in care dormise.Intrase in alerta.Alerga sa dea mancare pisicii,sa bea cafeaua si sa se machieze in acelas timp.Sa'si puna pantalonii negrii si camasa rosie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zornai cheile si pleca.Aerul rece o izbi in fata iar ochii i se facura mari.Se trezi instant din moleseala.&lt;br /&gt;Claxoanele masinilor despicau turme de oameni si alungau orice liniste.Printre huruiala din intersectii isi croi calea si aprinse o tigara din mers.Trase cu putere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nu vreau sa mai lupt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rutina de la scoala o intampina.Mereu cate o tigara in fiecare pauza,pentru ca nu se putea abtine desi incercase de nenumarate ori,chiar isi propusese 4 tigari pe zi ca sa'i ajunga pachetul toata saptamana scolara,fara vreun succes insa;muzica in pauza,rasete sanatoase in ore si mai tot timpu de altfel si cafea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isi inchipuia deja ca este o papusa pe sfori.Papusa,intotdeauna are miscari sacadate,mecanice,bruste,parca venite din alt timp.Mintea ei intotdeauna adauga ceva sinistru in toata povestea asta.In timp ce papusa,de data asta in carne si oase,se misca sacadat mecanic si repetitiv,in pielea'i fina si alba incep sa i se impleteasca sarme,ace cu ata si cabluri,care intrau brutal in pielea ei si ii coseau gura sau ochii.O data ce gura ii era cusuta papusii,durerea era muta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tot la scoala intr'un haos de monotonie mai era si el,medicamentul anti-somn al ei pe care il putea lua oricand.Aparea mereu inaintea ei la ore si mereu era in spate sa fumeze.O facea sa se intrebe mereu cum e mereu imbracat subtire pana si iarna,dar nici nu o deranja asta intr'un fel anume,arata bine.Asa ca la prima ora intra in clasa si isi tranti capul pe banca.Cand vru sa isi inchida ochii,apraru ''medicamentul impotriva somnului'' iar ochii ei se marira considerabil inspirand extrem de multa atentie,pana cand el ii zambi si ea'si schimbase privirea cu una ce se presupunea a fi ''normala''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De multe ori se simtea incapabila.I se punea incontinuu aceeasi intrebare si era repetata pana la refuz cand ea ceda si dadea raspunsul,la care toti pareau suprinsi si scoatea suntete ciudate confuze si uimite.Ce era atat de edificial?Un bombardament distruge totul oricum.Totul era o prostie oricum.Ea nu crezuse nici o clipa ca uneori,va duce dorul momentelor cu adevarat dragute si i se parea un chin sa nu se gandeasca la sezonul care i'a placut enorm.Era dubios.Ea ii daduse un titlu si mai dubios: "Vara perfecta la care nu ma voi mai gandi niciodata".Bacovia sigur ar gasi in fraza asta niste prapastii in sufletul dus al omului vanat si rece,dovada unei fericiri trecute verosimile,dovada a uitarii prezente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe acest medicament,nu'l crezuse niciodata.Nici atunci cand s'au uitat la rasarit impreuna degerand de frig la munte.Ea isi pierdu'se increderea in oameni de ceva vreme asa ca ii ignora toate eforturile.Oricum,nici nu era cea mai afectuoasa persoana de sex feminin.Mereu avea ceva in ea de o nesimtire execrabila si chiar facea unele lucri extrem de dureroase pentru altii.Ei chiar nu'i pasa.Asa ca fazele naspa de la ea pentru medicament curgeau non stop.Si nu ca ar fi fost acesta pateticul adevar.Adevaru este ca daca faci rau la altii,apoi ti se face rau tie.Si ea,in ciuda atentiei ei la orice lucru in parte,i s'a intamplat.Si mai era si EL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EL,era ca o bariera pentru ea.Cu EL nu putea face chestii nesimtite pentru ca EL facea inzecit mai rau.Din cauza acestui EL se simtea calda pe jumatate.Isi simtea jumatate de inima si jumatate de sentiment.Voia si chiar era in stare sa revolutioneze fizica sa poata construi ceva,pentru a-i citi gandurile.Iar acest EL o detesta.In sfarsit o detesta din nou.Era a 3 a oara si de data asta reusise sa'i fure multe.Reusise sa o faca jumatate om jumatate piatra.Detesta sa traiasca intr'un deja-vu,inutil si sa'i stie LUI toate miscarile si spusele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haideti copii fiti atenti!Persoanele care se simt *in x fel* cu familia in timp ce cresc,intr'o relatie vor cere enorm de multe dovezi ale iubirii,fara sa dea ceva in schimb.Si tot vor cere,dar la un moment dat,extrem de greu din pacate,cealalta persoana va obosi dar nu va spune,iar atunci persoana "deficienta"..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se trezi brusc si isi misca zdravan capul ridicandu'l in sus.Ce auzise era complet adevarat!Mai lua o gura din termosul cu cafea cu lapte si se intreba cand e pauza ca sa fumeze mai repede si sa aprofundeze problema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu tot acest cliseu ei ii era dor de anumite detalii,de chestiile minore stupide si frumoase,si de unele cuvinte care in nici un caz nu erau cuvintele "te iubesc" nu mai credea in asa ceva si le detesta profund.In ultimul timp isi izola memoriile.Simtea constant un dor de acele lucruri marunte si numai de acele lucruri marunte dar nu isi dadea voie sa se gandeasca la asta sau sa isi aminteasca imprejurarile deja defuncte.Ea credea cu putere ca fetele in general isi merita soarta.Coboara la stacheta de fiecare data si lasa garda jos.Ce moment mai bun sa iti arati masculinitatea decat momentu in care poti sa ranesti o femeie?Nici un altul.Iar oamenii,oamenii nu se schimba,ci isi induc ideea de schimbare,apoi o traiesc cu increderea ca ei chiar s;au schimbat.Dar nu,totul ramane la fel.Sunt doar alte parti nevazute ale persoanei respective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anjunse acasa pe la 2 si incepu sa'si cioparteasca parul.Simtea ca trebuie sa faca ceva.Deschise geamul si puse inevitabil,niste oracaieli.Puse mana pe foarca ce sclipi in lumina si o infipse in par.Uitandu'se in oglinda cum cadea parul blond carliontat la picioarele ei,realiza ca trebuie sa scape cu totul dar nu va putea niciodata.Trecutul te face ceea ce esti azi.Ea stia deja,cu cat fuge mai mult de partile din trecutul ei,cu atat mai mult se vor intoarce la un moment dat.Si mai stia o persoana care fugea la fel ca ea.Fugea detestand'o.Ca un mod urat de a'ti lua larevedere de la balet,dans al frumosului,ii curmi viata rupandu'ti piciorul.Si ai o viata proprie mai departe da tot nu mai poti dansa.Trecutul te prinde din urma.Si se laga de tine cu chingi in carne iar de fiecare data cand se mai slabeste cate un carling sau o chinga din carnea ta de doare cumplit,pana cand sa'ti dea din nou drumu,doar ca sa se rentoarca inca odata,si sa'ti dea peste nas,sa'ti arate ca inca se mai poate intampla ceva din cazua careia sati mai amintesti de el,Trecutul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tot ce facuse ea in ultimele 2 saptamani a fost sa faca rau tuturor persoanelor pe care le intalneste.Un rau nesimtit si crud.Tuturor numai medicamentului si prietenelor ei nu le'a facut.Devenise o insensibila si fuma un pic mai multe tigari ca de obicei dupa cum ii relatase un prieten vechi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era seara.Ea statea la geam pe intuneric numarand luminitele colorate ale blocului vecin,apoi se intinse in pat.Punand capul pe perna,ii aparu in minte o intrabare,o fraza rostita cu ceva timp in urma.Pufni amar.Nu mai voia sa se tina de nici o promisiune oricat de libera ar fi sa nu se mai tina.Nu'i pasa pur si simplu.Nu'i pasa mai mult decat nepasarea in sine.Fu intrerupta de telefon.Suna de 5 minute.&lt;br /&gt;"Ah...cu ochisorii lui draguti caprui si mari"apoi raspunse fericita,uitand de absolut tot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era mult mai usor,dar cu siguranta mai plictisitor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-5118277974699832345?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/5118277974699832345/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=5118277974699832345' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/5118277974699832345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/5118277974699832345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2009/10/milk.html' title='MILK'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SskLz265OHI/AAAAAAAAAX4/WDYrvn7niHU/s72-c/milk_by_stuntkid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-3256850630217639135</id><published>2009-09-29T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T13:57:12.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frumiii.</title><content type='html'>Frigul de la 7 dimineata ne cam trezeste pe amandoi.Iar cand ajungem acolo,ne pierdem 10 minute in fum si discutii anormale cu prietenii.In clasa ne plictisim si in momentele cand ne facem ca ploua si ca nu ne obervam unu pe celalalt dormim ca nesimtitii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu beau cafea,beau cafea,beau cafea si cand mi'e somn ma uit la tine ca sa belesc ochii si sa'mi piara tot somnul in mod dragut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stim.Si e indeajuns pentru chestia asta.E destul sa zicem ceva ironic si sa radem ca nici noi nu ne credem,e indeajuns pentru hinturi si pentru a ne purta prosteste uneori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o treaba frumi rau cu noi.^^.yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-3256850630217639135?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/3256850630217639135/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=3256850630217639135' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/3256850630217639135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/3256850630217639135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2009/09/frumiii.html' title='Frumiii.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-8796548669364519084</id><published>2009-09-28T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T13:33:07.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anonymous.</title><content type='html'>Ma lasa rece faptul ca tu/voi chiar iti/va faci/faceti timp pentru a imi citi mie blogul si ma acuzi/acuzati pe mine de imaturitate.Ma intreb care dintre noi este mai imatur,eu,ca imi scriu aici gandurile si sentimentele subite,sau tu/voi care nu iti/va gasesti/gasiti starea decat daca mai comentezi/comentati ceva.&lt;br /&gt;Mi se pare o totala lipsa de respect din partea ta/voastra,iar un om complet matur,nu si'ar pierde timpu cu prostii,comentand la ce au altii nevoia sa scrie.&lt;br /&gt;Atitudine razbunatoare?Nici pe departe,dar daca nu ai o varietate de sentimente,nu esti om,asa ca da,sunt om si am dreptu sa ma simt si razbunatoare,si zeflemitoare si nesimtita.Am dreptu sa ma simt cum vreau si tocmai de aceea am dreptu sa scriu ce vreau pe blogul meu,nu pe al altuia,ca nu l'ar interesa nici nu l'ar interesa mai putin,mai ales daca postez un coment cu aere dinastea superioare complet rasei umane.&lt;br /&gt;Si toate gandurile si sentimentele pe care le etichetezi/etichetati drept imature sunt de fapt normale,nu e nimic imatur in toate acestea.Probabil ca aici avem de aface cu un caz de teribilism numit "eu/noi sunt/suntem cel/cei mai tare/tari".&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macar ai/aveti responsabilitatea si maturitatea necesara pt a nu ma mai deranja.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-8796548669364519084?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/8796548669364519084/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=8796548669364519084' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/8796548669364519084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/8796548669364519084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2009/09/anonymous.html' title='Anonymous.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-6260881534911064374</id><published>2009-09-24T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T11:07:16.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>213.</title><content type='html'>Pai ma cam doare'n cur.Sunt in perioada mea de insensibilitate si nesimtire care va dura ceva avand in vedere ca dupa mult timp paharul in sfarsit a refulat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca pana la urma mi'am dat seama ca daca ramaneam in..ma rog..chestia aia..cu persoana x,nu faceam de cat sa ma plafonez groaznic.Si chiar m'am plafonat tot timpul ala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca tipa la 17 ani pot sa spun ca: nu se vorbeste asa cu o tipa,si,grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai salut,sper sa ai parte de aceeasi chestie.De obicei dupa ce te dai cu capu de pereti de vreo 7 ori si iti cam ies ochii sau bucati din creied iti cam dai seama ca that's wrong si ca peretele nu e moale.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-6260881534911064374?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/6260881534911064374/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=6260881534911064374' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/6260881534911064374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/6260881534911064374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2009/09/213.html' title='213.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-1554408841753225279</id><published>2009-09-20T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T10:53:45.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emergency.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SrZdP8Fb6BI/AAAAAAAAAXY/eEmYgrQ2PK8/s1600-h/1973_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SrZdP8Fb6BI/AAAAAAAAAXY/eEmYgrQ2PK8/s320/1973_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383592932976355346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi'am petrecut atatia ani sperand ca nu'mi pierd timpu.Puteam sa bag mana in foc ca totul o sa fie bine si ne vom descurca mai departe,ca nu suntem in pierdere de timp,mai ales eu.Si am sperat ca nu ne vom rani unu pe altu nici macar un pic.Mi'am dorit sa fiu pe bune macar de data asta,ca sa nu mai aiba de ce sa se intoarca roata si sa fie totul bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 3 ani nu am facut altceva decat sa platesc pentru orice mica chestie facuta de mine vreodata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am crezut ca stiu cum sa fac sa fie mai bine,dar nu am stiut.Nu am facut decat sa invat din greseli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca nu ar trebui sa minti cu nimic.Sa nu inventezi chestii cu alti baieti sau fete doar pentru a ajunge la urechile unei persoanei cu care esti in speranta ca va fi geloasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;trebuie sa arati ca ai incredere in cineva.Nu sa iti ascunzi increderea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca nu trebuie sa ma prefac ca am anumite stari.Nu sunt la teatru,deci nu tre sa'mi exersez starile de nebunie ,melancolie si eu mai stiu ce.Strica mult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa nu te oferi pe tava cuiva.Oricat de mult ati stat impreuna.Sa nu faci totul pentru acea persoana,sa nu fie unul dintre stalpii tai de sustinere.O data ce peroana numai e.Totul se duce dracu cu tine cu tot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa te impui cat poti,chiar daca nu poti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa te tii de promisiuni doar cand ai de ce.Si pentru cine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si nu'ti oferi toata dragostea pe care o poti da.99% din cazuri nu merita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cel mai important,NU ierta persoana aceea in nestire.Nu faci decat si mai rau.Apoi osa te intrebi de ce iti zice lucruri naspa si nu te deranjeaza.Iar de la lucrurile minore pe care le ierti,ajungi sa ierti fapte majore oribile,care nu ar trebui iertate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tot ce am facut eu bine,nu m'am gandit la un viitor serios cu noi.Nu mam gandit la un viitor nici macar apropiat.Asteptam asta.Stiam ca se va intampla curand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se pare ca a fost un timp pierdut aiurea intr'o minciuna,cand,daca era evaluat,putea ajunge departe.Si chiar daca nu aratam,ne cunoastem,si fiecare avem greselile noastre.Tu,stii undeva ca eu nu meritam toata treaba asta,eu,stiu ca am facut tot posibilul,stiu ca tu,tot undeva acolo,inca mai apreciezi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E urat sa ai regrete.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu care e al tau in legatura cu mine.&lt;br /&gt;Dar eu,eu il am pe cel mai urat dintre toate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-1554408841753225279?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/1554408841753225279/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=1554408841753225279' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/1554408841753225279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/1554408841753225279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2009/09/emergency.html' title='Emergency.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SrZdP8Fb6BI/AAAAAAAAAXY/eEmYgrQ2PK8/s72-c/1973_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-7288196105376420215</id><published>2009-09-20T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T08:49:28.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You dont get it.</title><content type='html'>Ok deci voi doi sunteti incredibili.Nu fac acelas cacat de 3 ani si nu e vina mea in nimic,intelege ca te'am lasat in pace sa faci ce vrei cu cine vrei.Asta NU inseamna ca tre sa dai vina pe mine pt orice nu merge bn cu ea sau pt faptu ca are nervi.&lt;br /&gt;E valabila si viceversa.&lt;br /&gt;Eu numai stau sa suport situatiile astea sunt perfect ok,nu simt gelozie,nu simt iritare nu simt nimic!Sunt complet indiferenta,intelege asta!Si tocmai pentru ca NU SIMT NIMIC NU osa ma apuc sa te agat cu un carlig sa te trag inspre mine again.Ce rost ar avea,nu m'ar ajuta cu nimic.&lt;br /&gt;Asa ca eu ies din discutia asta,cum ca ma bag si stric totu,mi se pare total o situatie de scoala generala,sau in orice caz,ceva aiurea in care eu sunt la mijloc degeaba,si se arunca toata vina pe mine fara sa fac nimic.Asa ca gata.M'am saturat in astia 3 ani de toate aspectele astea.Chiar pana peste cap m'am saturat.Pt ca in fiecare an e aceeasi chestie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va las din nou in pace ca poate de data asta intelegeti.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,nu poti sa spargi familii doar asa..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-7288196105376420215?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-3664809539259250643</id><published>2009-09-20T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T05:06:43.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell yes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SrYW8Uzu6MI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/lA8qNU5mEAs/s1600-h/Hello_Hello_Hello__by_pumpkinking131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SrYW8Uzu6MI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/lA8qNU5mEAs/s320/Hello_Hello_Hello__by_pumpkinking131.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383515630201661634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate ca eu chiar aveam nevoie de o noapte ca cea de ieri.A fost funny.Macar cu toata melancolia de Vama Veche de la sfarsit,mi'am dat seama ca sunt chiar imuna.Nu pot sa ma gandesc la nimic frumos,dragastos etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si oricum am fumat tigara dupa tigara,am baut si faceam ca dracii pe melodii date la maxim,toata noaptea.Inafara de asta,de mult mi'am dorit sa ma plimb asa macar 15 minute pe afara la 4 dimineata.Am facut asta azi noapte cu Ana si Maio,simtindu'ne sneaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.Bahaos!^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah la naiba,dimineata curatenie..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-3664809539259250643?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/3664809539259250643/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=3664809539259250643' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/3664809539259250643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/3664809539259250643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2009/09/hell-yes.html' title='Hell yes.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SrYW8Uzu6MI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/lA8qNU5mEAs/s72-c/Hello_Hello_Hello__by_pumpkinking131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-4710655265876008658</id><published>2009-09-15T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T13:41:35.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalala?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Sq_IJa1pDdI/AAAAAAAAAXA/v2RX-Hwd840/s1600-h/Tequila_Shots_by_Makuca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Sq_IJa1pDdI/AAAAAAAAAXA/v2RX-Hwd840/s320/Tequila_Shots_by_Makuca.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381740143879720402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe 4 octombrie se face un an de la acel eveniment..um..mda.Am pus si o poza sugestiva ca sa se prinda lumea despre ce vorbesc.Nu e vorba doar de niste shoturi de teq si o betie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,funny moment numai ca eu am ceva grav de atunci,iar acum mi s'au pus piticii grav de tot.Nu ma las nene nu ma las pana cand nu voi obtine ce'mi doresc.E..ciudat totusi.Perseverenta si rabdare..O sa reusesc eu cumva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideea e ca regret mult ca mam purtat ca o proasta in halul ala de naspa.Chiar daca ma prefaceam.Atunci,consideram ca e cel mai ok lucru de facut.Si regret rau.Am dat cu picioru la o gramada de chestii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si acum din cauza asta ma chinui sa dau SEND.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-4710655265876008658?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/4710655265876008658/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=4710655265876008658' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/4710655265876008658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/4710655265876008658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2009/09/lalala.html' title='Lalala?'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Sq_IJa1pDdI/AAAAAAAAAXA/v2RX-Hwd840/s72-c/Tequila_Shots_by_Makuca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-3042501426493787716</id><published>2009-09-13T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T14:38:08.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishlist.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Sq1KygS3qrI/AAAAAAAAAW4/IxWN0P9ehSU/s1600-h/sideways_falling_by_vampire_zombie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Sq1KygS3qrI/AAAAAAAAAW4/IxWN0P9ehSU/s320/sideways_falling_by_vampire_zombie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381039361300605618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi cand mergeam spre Baneasa,ma gandeam la ce eu vreau intr'adevar.So here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Vreau sa'mi iau un super telefon,pe care sa stiu sigur ca nu'l mai fut pt ca e prea pretios.&lt;br /&gt;2.Vreau un laptop nou.&lt;br /&gt;3.Vreau sa fac tot posibilu sa am bani multi.&lt;br /&gt;4.Sa am o casa sau un apartament maaare undeva la periferie.&lt;br /&gt;5.Sa am o pisica.&lt;br /&gt;6.Sa am o casa luminoasa cu terasa.&lt;br /&gt;7.Sa am piscina.&lt;br /&gt;8.O masina neagra de teren.&lt;br /&gt;9.Si un dressing.Toate astea pt ca am muncit mult sa am bani.&lt;br /&gt;10.Un terrier de yorkshire.&lt;br /&gt;11.Vreau sa o lase in pace pe Pimkie,sa putem sa stam mai mult impreuna.&lt;br /&gt;12.Vreau sa am mereu cafea dimineata.&lt;br /&gt;13.Sa am mereu un pachet de tigari ca sa numi fac griji.&lt;br /&gt;14.Vreau sa invat sa cant la chitara neaparat.&lt;br /&gt;15.Vreau un tatuaj gen upper pussy.&lt;br /&gt;16.Vreau mai multe tatuaje dar bine amplasate.&lt;br /&gt;17.Un pierce in buza pe dinauntru.&lt;br /&gt;18.Sa'mi bubuie casa every morning cu rock in timp ce eu beau cafea si fumez tigara.&lt;br /&gt;20.Sa conduc mult si repede cat de cat.&lt;br /&gt;21.Vreau ca petrecerea mea de majorat sa fie mai mult decat bestiala.&lt;br /&gt;22.Sa'mi aduc aminte de trecut cu zambetul pe buze si sa fiu mandra de mine ca am facut tot ce am putut.&lt;br /&gt;23.Sa fiu o persoana si mai puternica.&lt;br /&gt;24.Vreau sa dau cu jet atunci cand chiar trebuie si nu pot.&lt;br /&gt;25.O viata complicata caci urasc tot ce e comun.&lt;br /&gt;26.Sa pot sa fumez cu ai mei in casa.&lt;br /&gt;27.Vreau sa bat pe cineva,ACUM,nu stiu de ce e palpitant.&lt;br /&gt;28.Sa dau de persoane care stiu sa iubeasca asa cum stiu eu.&lt;br /&gt;29.Sa merg saptamanile astea cu prietenii mei la munte.&lt;br /&gt;30.Sa facem HAOS la munte.&lt;br /&gt;31.Vreau sa'mi cumpar multe sticle de Tequila sa le bau asa ca am eu chef.&lt;br /&gt;32.Vreau The green mile (book).&lt;br /&gt;33.Vreau sa'mi iau cel mai profesional aparat foto.&lt;br /&gt;34.Sa fac Arta fotografica.&lt;br /&gt;35.O sesiune foto.&lt;br /&gt;36.Design interior.&lt;br /&gt;37.Mai vreau o data vara asta in iunie si iulie.&lt;br /&gt;38.Vreau din nou clasa a 10 a.A fost genial.&lt;br /&gt;39.Vreau pe Pace si Dragoste :))&lt;br /&gt;40.Barmanu din goblin pt Ana.&lt;br /&gt;41.Un sot rocker.&lt;br /&gt;42.Rock in masina hu-ha pe autostradaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;43.Chilotei draguti.&lt;br /&gt;44.Something special in my life.&lt;br /&gt;45.Sa nu mai fiu facuta sa siu stres.&lt;br /&gt;46.Sa ma angajez cat mai repede.&lt;br /&gt;47.Sa nu ma mai agit pentru nimic.&lt;br /&gt;48.Sa pot sa spun ceva cuiva azi.&lt;br /&gt;49.Sa vad Kings Of Leon here.&lt;br /&gt;50.Sa ma mut cu fratimiu,Bodo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-3042501426493787716?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/3042501426493787716/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Sq1KygS3qrI/AAAAAAAAAW4/IxWN0P9ehSU/s72-c/sideways_falling_by_vampire_zombie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-2401008321937238200</id><published>2009-09-12T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T13:34:01.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fine.</title><content type='html'>Mda,ca intotdeauna eu sunt aia naspa,evident.Super.Doar pt niste smiorcaieli 80% inventate pe moment si niste suparari in care de fapt nu ma suparam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bine ca nu puteti fi in stare sa'mi vedeti si cealalta latura,care pana acum tie trebuia sa'ti fie obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da,foarte stresant intr'adevar.Si sa sti ca nu'mi plac oamenii care ma vorbesc pe la spate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trebuia sa'mi zici,unde gresesc,cand te'am intrebat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce situatie aiurea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title='Fine.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-784689640557067144</id><published>2009-09-11T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T16:25:57.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1209.</title><content type='html'>Mai mult pentru ca nu am inteles niciodata de ce oamenii buni sunt aruncati la gunoi si calcati in picioare.Daca e ceva ce detest cu adevarat la mine,detest ca sunt o persoana prea buna si chestia asta nu m'a ajutat prea mult.Toti la care am tinut si'au batut joc de mine.M'au aruncat pentru altceva ce nu era deloc la fel ca mine,era chiar de mai proasta calitate,dar lor nu le'a pasat.&lt;br /&gt;Si m'am saturat sincer de aceeasi poveste mereu,in care persoana la care tin ma raneste si se face ca ploua.M'am saturat sa fiu mintita,sa traiesc in minciuna.Chestiile asta lasa cicatrici adanci,care nu se vor vindeca niciodata,si mereu osa doara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am fost antrenata in ultimii 2 ani sa nu mai am incredere.Iar acum ma intreb daca niste cuvinte onorabile ca "te iubesc" inseamna de fapt asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorinta pe care mi'am pus'o de ziua mea a fost sa fie totul adevarat si long.Dorinta pe care am pus'o cand am aruncat 5 mii in bere a fost sa'ti dai seama cum sunt de fapt,sa'ti dai seama de mine.Si sa sti..ca eu sunt..Probabil ca e cazul sa numai cred in dorinte si vise.Oricum,un singur lucru am omis sa iti spun.Ceva foarte important.Dar nu'ti voi spune decat la momentul oportun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu numai pot sa'mi doresc sau sa visez.Mereu esueaza tot cand fac asta.Si oricum,de data asta,e ca si cum ai da foc unei pagini pana arde si numai ramai cu nimic.&lt;br /&gt;Poate doar cu amintirea foii undeva,acolo,stiind ca acum 2 secunde era foaia ta si o tineai langa tine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apoi te intrebi de ce ai dat foc foii..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-784689640557067144?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/784689640557067144/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=784689640557067144' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/784689640557067144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/784689640557067144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2009/09/1209.html' title='1209.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-8447151702660734695</id><published>2009-09-09T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T18:01:55.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Devoid.</title><content type='html'>So here it is.Just like before,with all those guys and all those girls.The story of my life,it never got better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ok,i made some tremendous mistakes,but i paid back really well.So whoever it is youre demanding still to pay my bills,you must've got really rich.I paid more than anyone and just when i thought my life found her meaning,something cracked really well and i heard the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in a lie is something big,but i've always been scared of someone lying when telling 'Iloveyou'.I was so afraid of this from the begining,and because i was that scared,it happened every single time.It hurts even more when you're so deep in love,and you find out later that your guy never felt the rapture you felt,the love and the devotion you felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well,you cant go cry.It'll hurt as much afterwards.This is one of my mistakes.I cry when i shouldn't but i cry cause it hurts.So i rather ruin my life than cry.Smoking tons of cigars should do the trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one will understand my heart.Was broken into thousands of pieces every time and i tried to glue it back.And then again,broken.I glued it really well for somebody tho,i used all the glue i had,and it took a while.But i really glued it even if the cracks were showing sometimes.I really glued it.I really did.And my heart was happy she had at last a name,a face,a smell.She wanted to see the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearts are stupid.They're really blind and they always get fooled. &lt;br /&gt;I hate my heart.She got fooled so many times she almost stopped beating.She was humiliated.She was hurt.She was broken again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think you'll ever realise the pain i feel after knowing what you just said.I dont think you'll ever be this humiliated and i dont think you will ever hate yourself like i do now.You know i've always been afraid of drowning.Guess thats the easiest pain now.You humiliated me.I wanna hide far away in a cave where the air itself cant touch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want this not to hurt anymore.I wanna know why it wasn't enough for you.Why after all these years you couldnt give me all your love like i did.I was a little girl falling in love.And i got to love you with all my soul,heart and body.Im really proud of that.But it wasn't enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i hate jokes now.I cant trust the way i did before.I hate games.I hate lies.I hate fear.I've never felt that horrible and i never tasted this pain before.The worst pain ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain i dont deserve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-8447151702660734695?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/8447151702660734695/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=8447151702660734695' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/8447151702660734695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/8447151702660734695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2009/09/devoid.html' title='Devoid.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-3134533573248899481</id><published>2009-09-04T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T15:47:06.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SqGT4OArqcI/AAAAAAAAAWo/LQsrUEIcdpE/s1600-h/SANY0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SqGT4OArqcI/AAAAAAAAAWo/LQsrUEIcdpE/s320/SANY0022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377742024099998146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got really amazing friends.&lt;br /&gt;And i adore them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate ca sunt mai distanta cu unii dintre ei,cu altii tin legatura foarte rar,iar cu altii everyday.They are always there to make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are made for hardcore party,some for advices.Some for a funny night,some for a funny day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least they are always there for me,and they dont ask me to be in a way or another.They dont want me blonde,they dont want me with big tits and curved ass.They dont want me to have a specific accent,because we all have funny accents,and it's always fun to hear us speak a different language.They laugh everytime someone is telling a joke,even if it's really stupid.They always push me to party harder than before,and we always have the best parties,and we laugh and we drink and we smoke,and then again,and again..we all see stupid things and we laugh again,share thoughts.They don't want me to be pretty,nor they want me to be ugly.They never ask me to do everything i can about something and they dont play games.They never get on my nerves because they cant.And we all trust eachother,even with the most kinky facts and deepest secrets.&lt;br /&gt;They always accept my fucked up days and my fucked up behaviour.My insesibility,and my swearings.Because they know i cant mean a word.They stand me when im yelling like a crazy,when i hit them,when im incredibly mean to them.They dont need me to be clever and they dont want me dumb.They dont want me to be another person,having another body or look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just want me as i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we had an amazig day going to that concert.And we were singing along at the sunset,jumping and laughing and dancing,smoking and drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wanted me to be happy,to be near me these days.And to tell me how stupid i am.And oh well,i get this one very often,but they're right.Because they know me tough and rude and...they actually know me as a bully.And they know i dont like to be humiliated,or that i dont accept certain behaviours or voice tones or words...But they always say im stupid,because im too kind,and i'm not even close to what they know with somebody.They dont get how can i be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they will never let me down.Or choose instead our time something else.We always answer the phone even if it's only for yelling or being rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we all had great time together,just like in school..&lt;br /&gt;Oh,of course,pt ca unii dintre ei,(mai exact un baiatii)sunt uneori atat de ingrati incat te pufneste rasul,dar e de bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si oricum,daca e sa'mi cer scuze de ceva fata de voi..Ar fi asa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miruna: Jur ca nu ma mai indragostesc de tine in ore si nu o sa mai am tendinte dinalea kinky.Si nu osa te mai musc de fata si nici nu osa te mai mantuiesc cu apa plata in ora de geografie pt ca te credeam satana.Si sa sti ca nu vb serios cand iti zic ca esti inapta la fardat si astea..sunt doar rautacioasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stefan: Scuze ca ma uitam la desene si ca iti tot faceam observatii aiurea,ca ma dadeam suparata fata de tine din orice cand nu era adevarat si ca am fost o nesimtita cu tine cand nu trebuia.Mi se parea funny.Ah si scuze ca sunt o aiurita,ca de fapt,scuze pt tot comportamentul.Stiu ca ti s'a cam luat de metodele mele ciudate de a exista si de a ma comporta.Nu e vina mea si sti asta.Si scuze ca ti'am umplut ochiul cu flegma.Eram total intrigata de cat de drogat erai.:))Funny:))Why would you want to catch a dead fish with a stick tho?Si numai fi asa nesimtit cand iti mai zic cate ceva de fratitu!Lumea e de acord cu mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I've got really amazing friends.&lt;br /&gt;And i adore them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-3134533573248899481?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/3134533573248899481/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=3134533573248899481' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/3134533573248899481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/3134533573248899481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2009/09/friends.html' title='Friends.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SqGT4OArqcI/AAAAAAAAAWo/LQsrUEIcdpE/s72-c/SANY0022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-936525675138724990</id><published>2009-09-03T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T07:09:04.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A fost odata..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Sp_No-pFi8I/AAAAAAAAAWg/dPtlEBhLmmE/s1600-h/first_love_by_jordangooden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Sp_No-pFi8I/AAAAAAAAAWg/dPtlEBhLmmE/s320/first_love_by_jordangooden.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377242583997451202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fost odata demult de tot, un baietel si o fetita. Erau mici,naivi si se urau atat de mult incat nu exista data in care sa se intalneasca si sa nu se injure. Insa totul s.a schimbat de.a lungul timpului, cei doi ajungand buni prieteni.Surprinzator, s.a dovedit ca sentimentele sa fie mai puternice decat credeau, cei doi ascunzand o mare simpatie transformata in iubire dedesubtul acelei uri vadite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fata,se simtea intrigata de acest baiat.Nu intelegea de ce tocmai el,era singuru dintre toti,cu care nu se intelegea.Ura lui si cuvintele aruncate au ambitionat'o incredibil de tare.Si'a zis ca trebuie sa se inteleaga cu el,trebuie sa il faca macar sa o salute.Si a incercat.Luni la rand,se purta dragut cu el si incerca sa poarte o conversatie normala cu el.Fara sa vrea,ignoranta lui a inceput sa prinda radacini,si a ajuns sa se intrebe foarte des ce are el cu ea.Pana in vara,incepuse sa se inteleaga cu el,apoi el chiar ii spusese la multi ani de ziua ei,inainte sa plece.Ea s'a bucurat tare mult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apoi,a fost o excursie.Ea a ras atat de mult cu el si cu prietenii lui si era chiar funny,si nu a lasat'o sa iasa noaptea in frig la -3 grade pe motiv ca..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O sa racesti categoric!NU te duci."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tot atunci,s'a comportat frumos cu ea pentru prima oara,chiar a ajutat'o.Ea,atunci nu s'a mai abtinut si ia spus: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Daca m'ai ajutat si ai fost primu care mai ajutat,inseamna ca tii la mine!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baiatul atunci si'a indreptat atentia spre altceva,apoi s'a uitat in ochii ei si i'a zis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NU,nu tin deloc la tine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ea l'a crezut si n'a mai vrut sa se gandeasca la asta deloc.Poate ca se inselase pana la urma si si'a vazut de treaba.Desi uneori cand il vedea,i se parea extrem de dragut.Ii zicea asta si prietenei ei,Gugu,care aproba,dar ii zicea ei ca era prea micut de inaltime.Prea salb.Iar eu radeam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ziua aia el statea cu un fost prieten de al ei.A fost prima data cand a venit la ea acasa,ca sa'i dea 200 de mii si au vazut..METEOR MAN..si au ras ca zbura la un metru de pamant.Apoi sa dus dupa Montain Dew,din camera ei,in sufragerie.Iar ea s'a dus dupa el,si s'a oprit in fata lui,foarte aproape de el.A vrut sa plece iar ea la lasat.A intrebat'o daca stie melodia She's like Heroin,si a pus'o sa o asculte.Cand au plecat,o fredona pe scara.Doua zile mai tarziu,au venit toti 3 in timpul meditatiilor ei la mate,si au strigat'o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apoi a plecat 3 luni in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toata vara,au vorbit intruna,pe motiv ca el voia sa il ajute in relatia lui cu o foarte buna prietena de'a ei.S'au apropiat extrem de mult,iar ea nu a dormit nopti intregi,si s'a silit sa se obisnuiasca cu fusul orar din America.Si a reusit.Vorbeau dupa amiaza la 5 apoi seara de la 8:30/9:00 ,din nou pe la 12:00/1:00 si dimineata de tot la 5:00 pana la 7:00,in fiecare zi,toata vara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intr'o seara,i'a zis ca o iubeste.Ea,s'a panicat.Nu stia ce sa'i spuna cum sa ii spuna.I'a zis ca nu poate sa fie adevarat,ca el e cu prietena ei si ca pe ea o iubeste.&lt;br /&gt;In alta seara,la fel,si incepusera sa vorbeasca si despre chestii out of place.Dar intr'o dimineata la ora 05:39 i'a zis din nou fetei ca o iubeste.Ea i'a dat acelas raspuns ca pana atunci,nu putea si nici nu voia.Raspunsul lui a fost:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Girl,why wont you let me love you??"&lt;br /&gt;"Because i can't.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In noaptea aceea,ei i s'a parut ciudat ca astepta sa intre pe mess sa vorbeasca.S'a gandit ca e ea ciudata si ca nu e nimic important.Al doilea semn a fost cand plecase un pic de la calculator fara sa ii spuna.Se panicase,si incepuse sa vorbeasca mult si fara sens in fereastra lui.Cand s'a intors el ia spus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"De ce te panicasei asa ca nu mai vorbeam cu tine?"&lt;br /&gt;Ea nu a stiut ce sa'i raspunda.&lt;br /&gt;"Credeam ca te'ai suparat pe mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai tarziu,el s'a despartit de prietena ei iar ea se reimpacase cu unul dintre prietenii lui cei mai buni.Au inceput sa iasa dupa ore prin parc.Ea se purta extrem de copilaros,iar ei isi puneau pe fata afise cu gigi becali si o faceau sa rada.La un moment dat,pe strada,a luato de langa prietenu ei,si i'a zis ca:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nu cred ca ar fi prea tarziu."In ziua aia,ea ia cerut numarul de telefon fix,i la dat,iar in acea seara a sunat'o.Era singura acasa,si era fericita ca voreste cu el,iar el,i'a zis: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Sti ca ai cel mai draguts ras pe care l'am auzit vreodata? Grr..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A venit ziua lui,si s'au dus in mall,la film,iar dupa 2 zile prientenul ei si el au venit la ea acasa in ziua cu balul bobocilor.Ea trebuia sa'i dea cadoul de ziua lui.Un Muffin,pt ca avea insemnatate,de cand el fusese plecat,si ascultau Hey there Delilah vorbind despre muffins.Cand i'a dat muffin-ul el s'a dus in cealalta camera,a venit si ea,si s'a intins langa el in pat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doua saptamani mai tarziu se desparti de prietenul ei pentru acest baiat,pe care ajunsese sa'l iubeasca.Au fost impreuna,si erau fericiti si se iubeau.Pana cand ea a facut marea greseala sa'l insele iar el a aflat si totul sa stricat.A ignoarato 3 luni de zile apoi in iunie s'au despartit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nici acum nu'si explica de ce l'a inselat.A fost o mare proasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vara sa gandit numai la el.Inca il iubea si il voia inapoi.Da spre sfarsitul verii i se parea totul e pierdut.El plecase in alta tara sa invete fara sa isi fi luat larevedere de la ea.&lt;br /&gt;De 8 septembrie i'a lasat offline.Putin mai tarziu au vorbit,iar pe 15 septembrie s'au impacat.Il iubea enorm si el zicea la fel.Pleca noaptea de acasa ca sa se duca la el,si noptile alea erau cele mai frumoase nopti.Erau atat de fericiti impreuna si aratau atat de frumos impreuna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vara a venit,si el a spus ca se va muta din nou aici.Era atat de fericita incat plangea si credea ca este in Rai.Au fost la mare si totul era perfect.un an jumate a fost perfect,plin de fericire si de iubire.In sfarsit ea credea in ceva,ii era fidela si il adora orice ar fi fost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totul,pana in prima zi a lui de scoala.17 August.Ziua in care foarte usor a inceput sa se degradeze totul,desi ii zicea ca:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"TE IUBESC,sa tii minte asta!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si acum s'a ajuns la asta.Ea nu poate sa creada ca este adevarat.Nu poate fi,au trecut prin atat de multe impreuna..intotdeauna i'a demonstrat ca o iubeste.Si nu putea sa creada,nu stia ce sa faca,nu stia ce sa inteleaga si ce sa intrebe.Credea ca e un vis urat,ca se va trezi si va fi ok.Il iubea enorm si era in stare de soc,nu putea sa creada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ii era si prietena foarte buna lui,si asa avea de gand sa fie daca situatia se va inrautati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era super confuza.Nu stia ce se petrece si o durea enorm.Imens chiar.Si oricum voia sa'l vada si spera la asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'a promis ca il va iubi orice s'ar intampla.Si asa va fi,macar ea sa se tina de promisiune.Dar tot nu putea crede ca el e in stare sa renunte la tot.Chiar si asa,voia sa stie tot adevarul despre sentimentele lui si despre ceea cesi doreste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era socata,nu putea realiza ce se petrece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum putin timp.Era Raiul pe pamant.O fericire absoluta.O iubire imensa.Perfecta.Eram cei mai frumosi si geniali si buni.&lt;br /&gt;Si nimeni nu s'a bucurat de toate astea pentru ca numai NOI ne puteam bucura.&lt;br /&gt;Doar noi..cei mai perfecti..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-936525675138724990?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/936525675138724990/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=936525675138724990' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/936525675138724990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/936525675138724990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2009/09/fost-odata.html' title='A fost odata..'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Sp_No-pFi8I/AAAAAAAAAWg/dPtlEBhLmmE/s72-c/first_love_by_jordangooden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-7842446537397522818</id><published>2009-08-30T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T08:35:01.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary 15.28</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;15 August.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce prostie.Plec de dimineata cica la 6,da dupa cum ii stiu pe astia osa plecam la 9.Apoi o sa mergem sa facem cumparaturile unde o sa ma enervez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*10:30*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha am plecat la 9 fara si deja am facut cumparaturile.Imi vine sa detonez masina asta!Trece pe langa casa lu iubi..&lt;br /&gt;La 12:30 ajungem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;16 August.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E vreo 1:30 noaptea.Tocmai am vorbit cu el si parca'mi exploda capu.A ridicat tonu si mia inchis de 3 ori rastindu'se.Mi'am adus aminte de chestiile alea naspa.Osa vb cu Bodo sa facem mistouri ca nu mi'e somn si ma plimb ca tampita prin curte.&lt;br /&gt;Cerul e plin de stele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;17 August.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu ce cacat vor astia de la mine ii urasc.Eu vreau sa stau in pat si sa dorm,sa treaca odata zilele mai repede.Varamiu e idiot,a stat 10 minute sa'si dea seama cat fac 50-23.&lt;br /&gt;Mi'am adus aminte.Acum 4 luni fix pe 17 aveam o noapte geniala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;18 August.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ieri nu l'am sunat.&lt;br /&gt;Imi merge calculatorul,asa ca azi e o zi YAY!Macar am muzica buna acum.Ma joc Pinball in prostie.&lt;br /&gt;Vreau acasa.Macar acolo am de ce sa ma intorc si sunt fericita.&lt;br /&gt;10 days left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;19 August.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma simt lenesa.Nu as face altceva decat sa stau in pat si sa lenevesc.Nu vad altceva mai bun de facut.&lt;br /&gt;Eu si tata il enervam pe Cristi(unchimiu).El si varamiu sunt manelisti convinsi iar noi nu facem altceva decat sa asculta rock.&lt;br /&gt;Ma intreb ce mai face acum,dar cu siguranta ceva mult mai plin de adrenalina decat ceea ce fac eu.Adica nimic.Mie dor de el.&lt;br /&gt;Am gasit totusi ceva bun de facut.Mananc tone de dulciuri si ma simt foarte incomfortabil si nu vreau pe nimeni in apropierea mea ca o sa incep sa urlu si sa fiu nesimtita.&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear,where's iubi when i need him?&lt;br /&gt;Pink Floyd mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;20 August.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din ce am inteles eu de la iubi,prostii astia ma vor duce sa vad un lac inghetat.Desi stiam ca ala nu e un lac inghetat,am trait cu impresia vie ca este pana cand am juns acolo si dezamagirea era maxima.De ce nu exista lucruri speciale??Eu nu vad nimic specia in iarba,apa,pietre si stanci.&lt;br /&gt;Unchimiu mi'a facut niste poze.Nu'mi imaginam ca picioarele mere sunt asa de subtiri.Ciudat.&lt;br /&gt;Un cacat de zi.Am stat 12 ore pe drum de la 6 dimineata,dus si intors.&lt;br /&gt;Am facut o super mare pizza si am incercat alta reteta de blat.Asta e blatul perfect.Nimeni nu face blatu ca mine.&lt;br /&gt;Ma duc sa ma culc un pic,si sa ma gandesc la chestii frumi.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;M'am saturat de oameni prosti si ingusti la minte!!!!Nu pot trai printre cantitati infinite de prostie incurabila!Nu mai suport vreau acasa!Macar acolo ma asteapta inteligenta in carne vie!Si nu o sa stau printre oameni fara cultura generala,cunostinte gramaticale si respect!&lt;br /&gt;Dezamagirea zile a fost cand l'am vazut dupa 10 ani pe nasul meu,iar el nici macar nu a dat importanta acestei chestii.Asta e.&lt;br /&gt;My mood is romantic at 3 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;21 August.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toata lumea munceste si munceste si munceste si nui mai suport sunt prea agitati pentru mine.Se tot urla se tot tranteste.Oamenii astia nu pot fi temperati.Cata minte!!!Nu'mi plac oamenii astia.Le pasa prea mult de treaba stupida pe care o fac si isca scandaluri si agitatii inutile.Nu pot fi si ei CALMI???Ma calca pe nervi sa traiesc in mediu agitat.Imi e destul ca sunt eu asa uneori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;22 August.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tata si varamiu ne'am dus la rau prin o tentativa de padure sa prindem zglavoci.Pestii aia sunt extrem de balosi.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt pro la Pinball.Fac 10 milioane intr'o singura viata.&lt;br /&gt;Imi trebuie bani,am treaba cu ei in shop la Bucuresti.&lt;br /&gt;Ma duc sa'l sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;23 August.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu pot sa dau de bodo,ce naibii se intampla??&lt;br /&gt;Am inceput sa fur telefonu lu matusimea de vreme ce numai am credit sa sun.&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa dorm.Nu mai vreau sa ma gandesc ca eu stiu ce fata nu stiu cum e draguta!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;24 August.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,am uitat sa va spun.Am SIDA sunt insarcinata si am fost inselata cu o curva care a ramas si ea insarcinata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce iti pica fata?A...te panichezi..inteleg..pai sti ma..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLUMEAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E clar ca destinul acestui om este a ma innebuni pe mine si sa ma bage in mormant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;26 August.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai sunt 2 zile,dabia astept!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;27 August.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma simt de parca ceva rau s'ar putea intampla in curand.Pur si simplu simt asta si nu inteleg de ce..E ciudat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;28 August.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay azi plec acasa.Numi vine sa cred.Ciudat e ca tot am sentimentu cum ca ceva rau osa se intample.E stresant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-7842446537397522818?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/7842446537397522818/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=7842446537397522818' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/7842446537397522818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/7842446537397522818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2009/08/diary-1528.html' title='Diary 15.28'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-1815786958503365041</id><published>2009-08-29T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T07:30:23.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imaturitati inutile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Spk7ef5voRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/VZCiI8rmOpw/s1600-h/A_beautiful_mistake_by_yagizyilmaz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Spk7ef5voRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/VZCiI8rmOpw/s320/A_beautiful_mistake_by_yagizyilmaz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375393025389207826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pai ba nene,stateam aseara in pat si miam dat seama cat de prostita pot sa fiu.Cum am ajuns o bucata de plastelina.Ca ma pot modela pe orice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Foarte interesant'.Chestia asta ma motiveaza pur si simplu.Sa ma schimb,sa nu mai fiu asa,ma detest.Oamenii cu suflet bun sunt calcati in picioare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voiam aseara sa fiu din nou copil,caci nu ma durea nimic si nu stiam de nici o problema,nu stiam de problemele vietii si ce sacrificii faci cand iubesti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eram mica,si credeam ca sunt printesa.Si eram fericita cu asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intre timp,s'a degradat tot.Nu mai sunt printesa si numai cred in nimic demn de crezut,pentru ca de ceva ani am inteles ca tot ce e adevarat la un moment dat va fi transformat miseleste in minciuna,apoi in joc,in ranchiuna si nepasare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt putine lucruri in lume care te fac fericit,dar numai cand au ele chef,sau daca esti in locu potrivit la momentu potrivit.Ceea ce e rar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar eu,caut ceva in care sa cred cu tarie acum.Nu mai vreau sa imi spun ca 'O sa fie ok',fiindca daca m'am saturat de ceva,m'am saturat de JOCURI INUTILE SI spuse doar pentru a ma rani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aspir la chestii marete.Nu la prostie,pentru ca indiferenta poate fi mare precum si tachinarile, iar jocurile puerile,dar sentimentul de afectiune poate fi si mai mare,si poate intrece orice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt indeajuns de mare sa iau totul in serios,sa stiu ce vreau.Si ce vreau nu sunt infantilitati demne de neincredere si imaturitate.Eu vreau adevar in incredere si sentimente.Ceva care sa ma motiveze ca e asa.Chiar daca eu oricum STIU..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urasc negarea unor vorbe spuse.Mi se pare ca ne coboara cu 5 nivele mai jos decat suntem cu adevarat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In rest,n'am de gand sa fug de nimic ca o lasa,chiar daca imi este atatata nebunia si intarita frica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pot mai mult si nu distrug nimic.Cred in perfectiune si cred ca o pot atinge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum ma astept la inca 2 sapt de nervi din cauza unei prosti imature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-1815786958503365041?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/1815786958503365041/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=1815786958503365041' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-2111216211589434598</id><published>2009-08-14T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T17:15:27.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plec.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SoX2jerP2EI/AAAAAAAAAV4/kA618-x43ok/s1600-h/p+(36).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SoX2jerP2EI/AAAAAAAAAV4/kA618-x43ok/s320/p+(36).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369969220099496002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine plec.O sa fiu departe,la 230 km de tot ce'mi este drag.Nu am inteles niciodata de ce ai mei ma tot tarasc cu ei acolo.Pentru mine,2 saptamani acolo suna mai rau decat iadul.Ideea de a'l suporta pe varamiu,pe mama si pe unchimiu timp de 15 zile ma scoate din sarite.Nu'mi place si nu mia placut sa stau printre oameni prosti.IIar din toata adunatura asta tata e singurul tip destept.&lt;br /&gt;O fi frumos acolo da nu pt mai mult de o saptamana si evident,nu cu familia,ci cu voi.Cu iubi si cu Bodo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiar nu cred ca rezist.Osa ma intorc pe 30.Mi se pare ca mai e un mileniu pana atunci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si nu vreau sa fiu departe de tine,pt ca te iubesc prea mult si mi se face dor enorm extrem de repede.Pentru ca nu esti ingust la minte si ma intelegi,chiar daca uneori nu poti sub nici o forma,si pt ca ma faci sa ma simt extrem de bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca o sa plec la 6 dimineata si mai sunt 3 ore,iti mai zic inca odata ca Te Iubesc si as vrea sa nu uiti asta,chiar daca uneori imi vine sa ma arunc pe geam de nervi din cauza ta sau pur si simplu sa te iau la o bataie zdravana.Cu toate astea,TeIUBESC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum ma duc in patutul meu rosu.Osa imi fie un dor incredibil de tine.&lt;br /&gt;Hugs&amp;Kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-2111216211589434598?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/2111216211589434598/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=2111216211589434598' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/2111216211589434598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/2111216211589434598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2009/08/plec.html' title='Plec.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SoX2jerP2EI/AAAAAAAAAV4/kA618-x43ok/s72-c/p+(36).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-2812186249052718279</id><published>2009-08-14T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T14:24:29.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1408.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SoXVa9w8hDI/AAAAAAAAAVw/ZfMevc4B5r0/s1600-h/Hearts_by_fudexdesign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SoXVa9w8hDI/AAAAAAAAAVw/ZfMevc4B5r0/s320/Hearts_by_fudexdesign.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369932789942354994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're an exception to the rule&lt;br /&gt;You're a bonafide rarity&lt;br /&gt;You're all I ever wanted. &lt;br /&gt;Dear boy, could you want me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-2812186249052718279?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/2812186249052718279/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=2812186249052718279' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-5163057382544781897</id><published>2009-08-11T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T17:19:26.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kill.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SoHl_DZGogI/AAAAAAAAAVo/U40wEJ-pWnE/s1600-h/P1010037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SoHl_DZGogI/AAAAAAAAAVo/U40wEJ-pWnE/s320/P1010037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368825102207459842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i've got nothing interesting to do,this night i thought of writing something random to spend my silly time.So here's a post way different from those older posts.YAY for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what kills me slowly today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i had no morning coffee.Makes me angry.What's extremely stupid and makes me angry even more is the fact that mom claims she has no money to buy anything like coffee or food.So yes,i'm starving and i have no coffee.It's not the lack of money,it's because she would do anythig for me to go to the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no juice today and i dont even think of drinking pure water if it's not one of those 2 water companies i like most.Any other bottled watter tastes in my opinion like paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was forced to drink milk and i hate milk up to the point where i would see myself killing all those stinky cows.Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milk is super only with coffee ice cream and frappe.And certain kind of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is totally way behind human race.Evolution rejected her stupidity,therefore,rejected her,or there's no other answer to her dorky way of living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sick of waiting really.I wanna talk with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom called me a bitch today because she hates the way i dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of this kills me because i cant stand the fact that i am and will be a part of her.Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone just died two days ago.I miss him so much he was one of those 5 things that make me happy.I am so sorry i killed him but i was really drunk.Think im cursed.Im unable of having sofisticated mobile phones,therefore i have a yucky way-too-old-nokia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna go out for a walk.It's a warm night and i would like to go out and smoke.But i wont.&lt;br /&gt;Today mom ruined my eyebrows.She is indeed horrible.&lt;br /&gt;She ruined my just-finished-painting too.Ripped it off like a caveman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of painting my walls is fun.I'd like ribs and skulls.Listening to Metallica makes me even more inspired.Gives a great feeling too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think i will call someone,share 3 words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last wish tonight: I do not want to be like mom when i grow up.She has no morals and values.She's an awful parent and i would die right now for some other place to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: 1.Busy tones make me sick.Issues past held.&lt;br /&gt;    2.I miss my cat.I wanna hug her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-5163057382544781897?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/5163057382544781897/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=5163057382544781897' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/5163057382544781897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/5163057382544781897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2009/08/kill.html' title='The Kill.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SoHl_DZGogI/AAAAAAAAAVo/U40wEJ-pWnE/s72-c/P1010037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-5918464576975139548</id><published>2009-08-05T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T13:28:15.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frantic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SnnlmkeOClI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Uv0IHxDH5hY/s1600-h/c61029b1a6d0826307baa58bd7d12ae2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SnnlmkeOClI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Uv0IHxDH5hY/s320/c61029b1a6d0826307baa58bd7d12ae2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366572881776872018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si'a spus ca este o idee buna sa scape de monotonia sumbra a oraselor aglomerate sub cele 3 culori ale semafoarelor.Voia sa fie undeva departe.Isi imagina silueta ei pe un mal de mare inspumat si ud,stand cu genunchii juliti si vineti stransi la barbie.In ultimul timp,detesta sa fie acasa,asa ca imaginea ei la mare se contura,concentrandu'se mai tare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se simti deodata alintata de o adiere nu tocmai placuta.Era rece,si rascolea foarte putin nisipul.Se lumina din ce in ce mai tare,apoi stiu ce astepta.Se uita la mare apoi la nisip si la orizont.Mirosul marii ii inunda nasul intr'un mod placut.Stiu ca rasaritul acesta nu va fi cu nimic la fel ca celalalt pe care il vazu in acelas loc acum cateva luni cu fetele.Acela nici macar nu fusese.Iar racoare le alunga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se ridica in picioare si se apropie de mal.Isi lasa degetele sa se adanceasca in nisip iar valurile sa le ude.Era lumina,iar soare incepu sa rasara.Se gandea ca astazi totul e altfel.Trebuie sa plece deindata ce soarele se ivea.Si fugi departe departe de tot intr'o frenezie totala nepasandu'i de nimic altceva decat de ceea ce stia cu siguranta.Lumea se invartea in jurul ei iar vocile se faceau neauzite repede pierzandu'se in neantul vantului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu stie ce a facut si de ce fuge,si nu stie pana maine..cand e o noua zi iar ea nu va mai fugi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vazu cerul invartinduse si marea oprindu'se.Soarele o deruta si o ducea in alta parte,casele,oamenii,nisipul.Totul disparea si se invartea cu ea fugind,vedea totul in culori diferite de toate felurile si..Se intreba din nou de ce fuge si de ce ii e teama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si stiu,ca ii e frica,sa fie o pasare frumoasa inchisa intr'o cusca aurie,a unor oameni prosti manipulanti si atat de inutil de random.Stiu ca daca se intoarce acasa,va muri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autobuzul tocmai venea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-5918464576975139548?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/5918464576975139548/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=5918464576975139548' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/5918464576975139548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/5918464576975139548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2009/08/frantic.html' title='Frantic.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SnnlmkeOClI/AAAAAAAAAVg/Uv0IHxDH5hY/s72-c/c61029b1a6d0826307baa58bd7d12ae2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-7761707341096975741</id><published>2009-08-04T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T13:09:58.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Incredibil.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SniM6_MZ0QI/AAAAAAAAAVY/444FWrbqDFU/s1600-h/k+(91).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SniM6_MZ0QI/AAAAAAAAAVY/444FWrbqDFU/s320/k+(91).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366193901035704578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era atat de cald si frumos,ascultand muzica naspa intr'o masina dansand subtil prin spatele soferului dupa un lung drum amortit cu trenul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fericire in orice fel si nervi cateodata.Aveam grija de tine si iti priveam pielea uda in soare pe plaja razand la glumele stupide spuse.&lt;br /&gt;Mi'am petrecut 5 zile teribile fiind fericita,iubitoare si iubita.Printre oameni care au recunoscut cum suntem noi de fapt.Printe bautura si .... jeleuri..Printre lovituri si apa de mare inghitita in sec.Avand gust de mare permanent si oduleuri blonde in soare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nopti in care mi'a fost frig si deliram aruncandu'ma cu totul in mare.Si e o senzatie aparte,ca nu are cine sa te prinda,si pici in marea calda si sarata,pana cand vezi negru apoi te ridici si vezi albastru cerului cu stele care sclipocesc.Apoi am simtit caldura corpului care ma iubeste.Moale si pufi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M'am trezit in fiecare dimineata cu tine in brate,cu corpul tau langa al meu,cu mana ta intr'a mea.Si m'am obisnuit asa.Nu m'am gandit nici o clipa cand m'am intors,ca nu osa mai fi dimineata langa mine.Asa ca te cautam incostient cu ochii inchisi fiind sigura ca esti acolo,ca sa te iau in brate sa'ti spun ca te iubesc.Dar miam dat seama ca nu esti.Ca eu de fapt sunt din nou acasa,in plictisitoarea mea camera,singura in pat,fara tine,fara diminetile insorite cu tine in brate avand grija de mine,ca nu mai sunt la mare,nu mai sunt cu tine in Vama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ca dupa toate astea te iubesc si mai mult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-7761707341096975741?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/7761707341096975741/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=7761707341096975741' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/7761707341096975741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/7761707341096975741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2009/08/incredibil.html' title='Incredibil.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SniM6_MZ0QI/AAAAAAAAAVY/444FWrbqDFU/s72-c/k+(91).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-1970395826290188816</id><published>2009-07-25T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T10:45:53.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu stiu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Smrpsvwa0dI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/R9Y18UPJFgg/s1600-h/7ab7951d5e6e5d545181f4f88ae53416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Smrpsvwa0dI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/R9Y18UPJFgg/s320/7ab7951d5e6e5d545181f4f88ae53416.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362355261281063378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cineva foarte apropiat mi'a spus de mai multe ori,ca am un suflet extrem de bun,si ca nu merit nici o rautate a pamantului..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si stiu ca m'am mintit atat timp singura,si ca poate e totusi vina mea..asta fac mereu,dau vina pe mine,pentru ca sunt incapabila sa cred ca lucruri 'rele' despre persoanele la care tin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am fost un an intreg paranoica in legatura cu asta si tocmai cand mi'am zis ca nu mai am de ce,atunci s'a intamplat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si daca multi spun ca daca o persoana stie ce e aia dragoste adevarata,si o poate simti,sa se gandeasca mai bine,pentru ca da,intradevar e foarte frumos,dar te culegi mai greu de pe asflat ca sa te reintregesti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oricum,daca am rezistat la atatea probabil ca rezist la orice.Incep sa devin imuna.Stiu ca m'am schimbat de mult,si am devenit imuna incet,foarte incet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De aici,eu nu mai stiu..nu vreau sa impart nimic cu nimeni,iar tu,evident ca vrei sa fiu mai putin egoista.Mi'as fi dorit sa stii ce inseamna pentru mine in momentu in care ai spus ca ''Daca pana acum nu a stricat,nu va strica nici de acum inainte''.Este evident ca .. sti foarte bine ce se va intampla cu asa zisul Club Principal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate ma voi inchide in mine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De azi eu nu mai stiu nimic..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-1970395826290188816?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Smrpsvwa0dI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/R9Y18UPJFgg/s72-c/7ab7951d5e6e5d545181f4f88ae53416.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-3611098446536111264</id><published>2009-07-21T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T16:52:34.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aishiteru.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SmZQqHX0Q0I/AAAAAAAAAVI/KK_cqNVyxwM/s1600-h/My_Love_by_lienosaurus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 161px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SmZQqHX0Q0I/AAAAAAAAAVI/KK_cqNVyxwM/s320/My_Love_by_lienosaurus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361061090894824258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din iubirea enorma pe care ti'o daruiesc tie,se naste ambitia,curajul.Curajul de a trece peste orice obstacol oricat de periculos ar fi,pentru a ajunge la tine.Unde stiu ca este mai bine de cat oriunde ar putea fi.&lt;br /&gt;Ma umplii de o fericire nebuna,ma faci sa eman iubire.O iubire absoluta pentru tot ceea ce esti,pentru ca nu as fi la fel,daca nu te'as avea pe tine.Esti tot ce vreau sa am si nimic altceva,cu tine,ma simt implinita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu,te iubesc nespus,enorm.Te iubesc dincolo de imaginabil,dincolo de barierele simtului dincolo de orice si nimeni nu ar putea sa ma impiedice sa simt asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M'am oprit la tine,iar aici vreau sa raman pentru ca nu mi'ar fi bine altundeva.Ti'am promis ca voi fi mereu numai a ta,si am sa ma tin de promisiune indiferent de ce s'ar intampla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pana la urma,noi am trecut prin foarte multe.Am trecut prin mii de lacrimi si nepasari,prin regrete,durere,prin distanta,nestiinta,prin minciuni,ascunzisuri prima data,am trecut prin sfiala de a ne deschide unul altuia,prin paranoia,riscuri,prin extazul plecarii mele noaptea spre tine,prin agonia asteptarii.Am trecut prin ironii si nervi..Am trecut prin orice,si cu toate astea,am reusit amandoi sa atingem o altfel de fericire,alta decat cea obisnuita.Am ajuns sa te iubesc mai mult decat orice pe lumea asta,sa pretuiesc ziua cand ne'am intalnit prima data si niciunul nu ne gandeam ca vom ajunge aici...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am ajuns aici...spunandu'ti ca nu te voi parasi niciodata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar noi,in ciuda tuturor,suntem geniali.Perfecti chiar.Te ador,pentru ca stii ce vreau,ce gandesc si nu e nevoie sa iti spun.Te ador pentru ca ma completezi.Si ca imi spui mereu lucruri noi,interesante,si ca imi povestesti despre bolta cereasca pupandu'ma pe frunte.Ca am facut misto impreuna de manelele rasunatoare de la Clubul Gay.Ca mi'ai spus ca arat bine cu parul cret,ca Jimmy Page,chiar daca nu prea e adevarat.Ca te 'bati' cu mine in nisip strangandu'ma de gat si ca te lasi tarat de mine in locuri obscure.Te ador ca numai tu ma poti face sa ma simt asa fericita,ca nu alcatuim un cuplu ca oricare altul.Ca ai stat cu mine sa vezi rasaritul chiar daca mureai de somn si ca ma lasai sa ma ghemuiesc la pieptul tau,cu nasul lipit de gatul tau,adorandute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si sunt teribil de norocoasa ca te am pe tine.Iar uneori nu'mi vine sa cred.Iar acum,se face mai mult de un an de cand am inceput sa imi doresc enorm sa te intorci..si mi'am dorit atat de tare,in fiecare zi..In sfarsit,s'a implinit.Te'ai intors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te ador,pentru ca numai asa poti fi tu..adorabil..Iar eu iti dau tot ce am,toata dragostea de care ai nevoie,absolut tot..in speranta de a te face macar pe sfert atat de fericit cat ma faci tu pe mine,dragostea mea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love conquers all..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is the smell of summer on a hot afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Love is that tiny spark along the horizon&lt;br /&gt;Love is a four letter word&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you want time to stop&lt;br /&gt;for one more moment&lt;br /&gt;One more day&lt;br /&gt;One more forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-3611098446536111264?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/3611098446536111264/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=3611098446536111264' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-4009712698146514902</id><published>2009-07-20T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T14:51:43.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rapture.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SmTeEuDfvTI/AAAAAAAAAVA/B9eewQ5IaTE/s1600-h/i_want_you__but_i_don__t_by_vampire_zombie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SmTeEuDfvTI/AAAAAAAAAVA/B9eewQ5IaTE/s320/i_want_you__but_i_don__t_by_vampire_zombie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360653629141269810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To capture those perfect days with you.To picture a perfect love.Ours.&lt;br /&gt;Who sais it can't be perfect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amestec de culori,la 11 noaptea cand intunericul si cerul bleumarin cu mii de stelute sclipitoare se amesteca cu galbenul luminii becurilor de strada..Graba masinilor pe sosele,agitatia,amestecata cu peronul rece si sobru al unei gari,unde fiecare isi vede de treaba lui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zgomotul trancanit al trenului,miscarea legnata si aerul inchis,cald dinauntru,ascultand amalgamul de voci si dialecte,rasete si cantece nebune.Intrandu'mi in piele fericirea sutelor,de oameni de langa tine,veseli ca vor fi la mare in 8 ore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 ore pe un hol de tren ghemuita langa bagaj,visand,incercand sa cred ceea ce se intampla.8 ore care in visare,au trecut repede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un rasarit spledind vazut din spatele geamului amprentat de tren,dimineata,ajungand la tine,bucurandu'ma de fiecare moment.De cerul instelat vazut de pe plaja,de zgomotul valurilor,de pietrele digului,de frumusetea marii,a apusului...&lt;br /&gt;de stelele cazatoare geniale vazute impreuna..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bucurandu'ma de tine si de fericirea pe care mi'o daruiesti.De iubirea ta.De bratele tale,de mana ta intr'a mea,de cuvintele tale si de sarutul si atingerea ta.De gustul de nicotina ramas pe limba,si de un Winston Blue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De locurile,strazile intunecate,bancile si digurile pe care am fost,de tantarii care ne'au piscat si plaja nisipoasa pe care ne'am intins.De cat de scump erai cand imi spuneai povestea cu Steaua Nordului,cand imi aratai constelatii..De rasaritul pe care l'am vazut in brate somnorosi si de cat de dulce si adorabil esti..iubi&lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Ca tine Nu saruta,Nu saruta...CA TU MA SARUUTII CU FOOOC!!''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-4009712698146514902?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/4009712698146514902/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=4009712698146514902' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/4009712698146514902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/4009712698146514902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2009/07/rapture.html' title='Rapture.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SmTeEuDfvTI/AAAAAAAAAVA/B9eewQ5IaTE/s72-c/i_want_you__but_i_don__t_by_vampire_zombie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-2186105551353277027</id><published>2009-07-10T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T12:56:50.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>By the way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Slc8SV-I4yI/AAAAAAAAAUw/XlZSf_JZvok/s1600-h/4e1d1299960f16390c63610548244a7d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Slc8SV-I4yI/AAAAAAAAAUw/XlZSf_JZvok/s320/4e1d1299960f16390c63610548244a7d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356816567613580066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca acum cateva zile,m'ai intrebat ce am invatat de la tine...iar eu ti'am raspuns ca nu am stat sa invat ceva.Wrong..&lt;br /&gt;De fapt,TU..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M'ai invatat sa nu renunt la ceea ce'mi doresc.Sa fiu persuasiva,sa am un scop pe care sa-l ating.&lt;br /&gt;M'ai invatat sensul adevarat al expresiei 'Dupa fapta si rasplata'.Sa fiu sincera,loiala,sa nu fiu josnica si sa nu ma apuc de fapte josnice.M'ai invatat sa suport chestii oribile,sa am rabdare,sa fiu mai calma si mai temperata,sa nu mai tip si sa fiu mai putin paranoica,agasanta.&lt;br /&gt;M'ai invatat din nou sa am incredere,sa nu'mi mai dau cu presupusul inainte.&lt;br /&gt;M'ai invatat sa te iubesc inainte de toate,oricum ar fi,sa sfidam restu 'turmei'.M'ai invatat sa iti dau tot ce am mai bun.M'ai invatat diferenta dintre tine(noi) si restul.M'ai invatat sa fiu numai a ta.&lt;br /&gt;M'ai invatat de mult,ca laptopurile de la Apple nu folosesc Windows,si ca luna este plina numai intrun interval fix.&lt;br /&gt;M'ai invatat graficul fierberii si evaporarii.&lt;br /&gt;M'ai invatat muzica buna.&lt;br /&gt;M'ai invatat sa fiu rea,dracoasa,satanica,impertinenta,nesimtita,careless,enervanta,ignoranta cu cei ce nu merita.M'ai invatat sa fac rau.&lt;br /&gt;M'ai invatat ca pot sa'mi suprim nevoi,dorinte si chiar sentimente daca e nevoie.&lt;br /&gt;M'ai invatat sa am vointa,sa fiu hard working,sa am abitie.&lt;br /&gt;Poarta ta m'a invatat sa sar gardul,iar gardu m'a invatat sa il sar fara sa cad.&lt;br /&gt;M'ai invatat sa fiu intro masura mandra de mine,sa am demnitate,etica,discernamant,sa fiu realista.&lt;br /&gt;M'ai invatat sa fiu GELOASA!&lt;br /&gt;M'ai invatat majoritatea numelor artistilor insemnati.&lt;br /&gt;M'ai invatat complexul,complicatul,sa nu fiu ca toti ceilalti,sa detest rutina,sort of.&lt;br /&gt;M'ai invatat o altfel de fericire,mai intensa.&lt;br /&gt;M'ai invatat sa nu ma iau numai dupa atitudine,sa vad dincolo de ea.&lt;br /&gt;M'ai invatat sa nu mai fiu atat de negativista.&lt;br /&gt;M'ai invatat ca simplu e prea banal,ok-ul e prea comun iar complexul te repartizeaza automat intre raritati,raritate pe care restul o declara ciudata.&lt;br /&gt;M'ai invatat sa arat cu adevarat personalitatea mea doar persoanelor care merita.&lt;br /&gt;M'ai invatat sa'mi fie frica.Sa am limite.&lt;br /&gt;M'ai invatat sa nu'ti mai deschei sireturile.&lt;br /&gt;M'ai invatat motivul pt care nu mi'a prins vopseaua in cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M'ai invatat si m'ai facut sa fiu...cum am fost ieri la Vita..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh darling..i really love you with all my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-2186105551353277027?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/2186105551353277027/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=2186105551353277027' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/2186105551353277027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/2186105551353277027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2009/07/by-way.html' title='By the way.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Slc8SV-I4yI/AAAAAAAAAUw/XlZSf_JZvok/s72-c/4e1d1299960f16390c63610548244a7d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-4581997085198478822</id><published>2009-07-06T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T09:04:27.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amalgam.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SlIaaq2TmtI/AAAAAAAAAUg/5x8x6fxFXzI/s1600-h/2e6a9b9bd89d842eb234f5ee450bc841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SlIaaq2TmtI/AAAAAAAAAUg/5x8x6fxFXzI/s320/2e6a9b9bd89d842eb234f5ee450bc841.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355371952377928402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiar era obisnuita cu asta.Dar probabil ca asta era pretul ce trebuie inca platit.Oricum,multe dintre lucrurile ce tocmai le auzise o deranjau.Si programul.Mai ales programul.I se parea total aiurea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De dimineata,in mintea ei totul se derula altfel.L'ar fi vazut si ar fi sarit pe el de fericire.L'ar fi sarutat si alte chestii iubitoare.Asta voia.Unele atitudini strica totul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu era ea plangacioasa de loc si chiar se obisnuise,dar uneori chiar nu'i placea excesul.S'a enervat si de nervi chiar ii venea sa planga.Dar s'a abtinut,asa ca ii tremurau mainile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bineinteles,era un amalgam.Era atat de fericita ca statea cu el in sfarsit,impreuna,dar atat de enervata de unele lucruri pe care le zicea.Apoi a aflat ca o mintise in legatura cu vara trecuta.De ce trebuia sa minta?Si de ce trebuie sa uite o zi petrecuta impreuna?Se enerva gandindu'se la asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totusi,il voia inapoi.Si nu trecuse decat o ora jumate.Iar parfumul lui pe care l'a schimbat era peste tot.Se gandea ca a fost doar un moment,si ca daca va veni inapoi o sa fie si mai frumos..Ca doar tot el era si tot numai pe el il iubea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar acum se simtea atat de aiurea si adancita in cuvintele lui,incercand sa'si dea seama ce gluma morbida mai este si asta,sau nu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singurul lucru pe care lui nu il arata atat de des,este increderea pe care o are in el.Ii era frica,si incerca sa o ascunda pe unde putea.Chiar avea foarte mare incredere in el.Foarte mare!Din motive pe care nici ea nu le stia,sau nu voia sa le recunoasca,considera ca e mai bine sa nu'i arate atat de des,desi increderea ei ajungea la cote maxime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si il iubea foarte mult...Dar si asta probabil ca e subinteles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-4581997085198478822?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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fi putut sa zbor si sa nu fiu atenta la detalii.Puteam sa aud cel mai important lucru pe care ai fi putut sal spui,TU, de ziua mea,pt ca TU esti persoana cea importanta,si ar fi acoperit toate cuvintele rostite ieri,tot zgomotul intersectiilor,ciripitul pasarilor.Tot.Dar nu a fost asa...&lt;br /&gt;Ai tacut.Numele tau a amutit,degetele au amortit.Ai tacut.Iar eu,am asteptat cu sufletul la gura toata ziua,in zadar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intersectiile au huruit,ciripitul pasarilor a fost agasant iar cuvintele au fost spuse fara oprire,lacrimile au scos un sunet surd,dar sfasietor iar inima a pompat dezamagire si tot odata o farama de speranta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my birthday.The most horrible,obnoxious,painful,day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seventeen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-5856963564785819135?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/5856963564785819135/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=5856963564785819135' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/5856963564785819135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/5856963564785819135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2009/06/trash.html' title='Trash.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SkQcI4yxZaI/AAAAAAAAAUY/OZEEd5HcEt4/s72-c/p+(50).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-3376404010211411284</id><published>2009-06-24T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T14:38:44.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E ziua mea si..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SkKcKbeu3II/AAAAAAAAAUI/RvLFg6Kf1UQ/s1600-h/Gi5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SkKcKbeu3II/AAAAAAAAAUI/RvLFg6Kf1UQ/s320/Gi5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351011010258852994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...SI EU IMI BAG PULA IN TOT!!!!x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si azi de fapt e 25 iunie ora 12:38.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-3376404010211411284?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/3376404010211411284/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=3376404010211411284' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/3376404010211411284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/3376404010211411284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2009/06/e-ziua-mea-si.html' title='E ziua mea si..'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SkKcKbeu3II/AAAAAAAAAUI/RvLFg6Kf1UQ/s72-c/Gi5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-6090934251216019915</id><published>2009-06-22T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T14:22:41.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O amintire.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Sj_19DbEkAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/O6J_C9m7ky4/s1600-h/ee+(19).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Sj_19DbEkAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/O6J_C9m7ky4/s320/ee+(19).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350265311579115522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Te-am intalnit bing bang, In cimitir, bing bang Pe piept aveai, bing bang Un trandafir, bing bang Si cantam si dansam Printre cruci ne leganam Pasarele ciripeau Cirip-cirip si crau-crau Te-am mangaiat, bing bang Pe craniul gol, bing bang Iar din ochi iti iesea, bing bang Un viermisor, bing bang Te-am sarutat, bing bang Pe maxilar, bing bang Tu m-ai muscat, bing bang Involuntar, bing bang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-6090934251216019915?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Sj_19DbEkAI/AAAAAAAAAUA/O6J_C9m7ky4/s72-c/ee+(19).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-4709840406256252268</id><published>2009-06-22T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T07:50:14.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unusual.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Sj-W9Y0krqI/AAAAAAAAAT4/HPITatcJpjk/s1600-h/ee+(9).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Sj-W9Y0krqI/AAAAAAAAAT4/HPITatcJpjk/s320/ee+(9).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350160863718583970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M'am trezit azi cu un sentiment placut,dar ciudat,ca si cum nu as sti la ce sa ma astept.&lt;br /&gt;Cateva minute m'ai tarziu m'am pomenit ca imi pusesem deja la facut cafeaua si in tigaie se prajea o omleta.Toate chestiile astea m'au surprins.Eu de obicei nu fac nimic dimineata inafara de un dus.Si niciodata nu mananc.In sfarsit.&lt;br /&gt;In timp ce mancam,am deschis un caiet pe care am inceput sa desenez corpuri omenesti.Am facut cred ca in jur de o suta de scheme ale corpului omenesc in diferite pozitii,exact ca la papusi,cand le imbini incheieturile sa se poata misca.Iar toate corpurile,erau goale.&lt;br /&gt;M'am uitat in calendar si am numarat zilele apoi m'am intins si mi'am desfacut parul.Mi'am urcat picioarele pe marginea de sus a bibliotecii si mi'am lasat capul sa cada inafara patului.Apoi,mi'am infipt degetele in ciocolata.&lt;br /&gt;Am tot mancat ciocolata pana mi'am dat seama ca vine ziua mea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar eu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRED CA VREAU CEVA ROMANTIC SI DRAGUTS DE ZIUA MEA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cel putin asta simt ca vreau azi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title='Unusual.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Sj-W9Y0krqI/AAAAAAAAAT4/HPITatcJpjk/s72-c/ee+(9).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-8674620850618329482</id><published>2009-06-19T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T13:41:28.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Sjv3eK1CEkI/AAAAAAAAATw/m9mBGvj3xJM/s1600-h/To_Get_What_I_Want__by_lorelix04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Sjv3eK1CEkI/AAAAAAAAATw/m9mBGvj3xJM/s320/To_Get_What_I_Want__by_lorelix04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349141080107520578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leapsa de la Pufa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Luaţi cartea cea mai la indemână, deschideţi la pagina 18 si scrieţi aici al 4-lea rand –'Numai ca eu auzeam destul de clar sunetul'&lt;br /&gt;2)Fara sa verificati cat e ora - 23:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Verificati –23:11 vai intuitia mea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Cum sunteti imbracat? – pantaloni scurti si un maieu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Inainte de a raspunde la acest chestionar,la ce va uitati? - un alt blog:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Ce zgomot auziti in afara celui al calculatorului?-  pisicile in calduri de afara miauna 'suav'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Cand ati iesit ultima data si ce ati facut cu ocazia respectiva?-azi,m'am dus intrun pub sa imi etalez culoarea mea noua de par si sa ma vad cu bodo sami dea cadoul.&lt;br /&gt;8)Ati visat ieri noapte? – Da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Cand ati ras ultima data? –acum 5 minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Ce aveti pe peretii incaperii unde sunteti? – Il am pe Kirk Hammett inconjurat de pagini din Blana cu desene ciudate,poster Rulez,Volcom,Metallica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Daca ati deveni multimilionar peste noapte, care ar fi primul lucru pe care l-ati cumpara? – BIG BOOOOOOOBBBSSSSSSSS!ca sa fie multumit iubi,apoi o casa cu 5 etaje si un Audi Q7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Care este ultimul film pe care l-ati vazut? – Land before time-Littlefoot.:)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)Ati vazut ceva neobisnuit azi?- un cur si coaie de cersetor imputit(imediat ce am coborat din autobuz).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Ce parere aveti despre acest chestionar? – exista pe lume si alte chestii mai interesante &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Spuneti-ne ceva ce nu stim inca – NU STITI CE CULOARE DE PAR AM ACUM!ha!si nu va spun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Care ar fi prenumele copilului dvs. daca ar fi vorba de o fetita? &lt;br /&gt;BOGDANA.=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Care ar fi prenumele copilului dvs. daca ar fi vorba de un baiat? – BARTOLOMEUS AL 14-LEA sau MIRUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) V-ati gandit deja sa locuiti in strainatate? – dar m'am gandit sa si fug in alta tara la 18 ani,sa traiesc in case de carton,sub patul lui iubi sau incuiata in dulapul lui :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Ce ati dori ca D-zeu sa va spuna cand intrati pe Portile Raiului? – ‘PARASUTO!!'(Facandu'mi vant inapoi pe pamant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Daca ati putea schimba ceva in lume in afara de politica, ce ati schimba?– As planta verde in loc de copaci si boscheti ; as face biletele si drumu cu avionul gratuite si i'as sili p'aia de la Apple sa nu mai aiba atat de multe pretentii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Va place sa dansati? – Depinde de starea pe care o am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) George Bush? – Maimutsa scapata din jungla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Care a fost ultima chestie pe care ati vazut-o la televizor? – Un film porno cu doi tipi si o tipa care se inghesuiau sub un pat sa se futa,ulterior tipa il lingea in cur pe tip si celalalt tip urina.DECE MAMA MASII AI DA ASA CEVA LA TELEVIZOR???eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leapsa:Antonia,Andra,Irina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-8674620850618329482?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/8674620850618329482/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=8674620850618329482' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/8674620850618329482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/8674620850618329482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2009/06/leapsa.html' title='Leapsa.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Sjv3eK1CEkI/AAAAAAAAATw/m9mBGvj3xJM/s72-c/To_Get_What_I_Want__by_lorelix04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-3463058343942017340</id><published>2009-06-17T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T14:38:46.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Draga fiinta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SjlaH9yahyI/AAAAAAAAATY/zUOut58dkWY/s1600-h/l__amoureuse_by_InSUNNYty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SjlaH9yahyI/AAAAAAAAATY/zUOut58dkWY/s320/l__amoureuse_by_InSUNNYty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348405125370775330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In urmatorul text am sa ma obosesc sa scriu despre..MAMA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draga mea mama cu inteligenta de 0.1% mi'a spus acum cateva ore ca de ce sa ma vopsesc blonda,doar e culoare de curve.Um..no offense Mom dar tu esti blonda in cap de 20 de ani,deci la cine se aplica ce mi'ai spus tu?&lt;br /&gt;In sfarsit.rolul acestei femei in lume este de a ma trage pe mine in jos si de a ma impiedica de'a dreptul sa fac ce imi doresc.Pt ca ea se crede un parinte model,impreuna cu atata,si tot ce reuseste e sa ma faca sa o detest si mai tare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Femeia,doreste ca primul meu job,sa fie unul de savant.Bineinteles,la 16 ani,pot sa ma angajez direct ca medic stomatolog sau ca avocat,nu sa ma injosesc eu atat de tare sa pun muzica intrun local,sa stau la bar sau sa fac cursurile mult dorite de Hair&amp;Make-up.Draga,ideea ta stupida nu o sa ma ajunga niciodata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M'am saturat de ironiile si certurile familiei mele,de gandirea incuiata si comunista,in care pur si simplu este Pervers sa iesi in evidenta,cu orice.Si daca iesi in evidenta,esti o CURVA.Lucru care nu mi se pare normal,sa-l auzi de la familia ta,mai ales cand esti fata.&lt;br /&gt;Si peste astea,m'am saturat de intrebarile 'Ce faci?' 'Cu cine esti?' 'La cat vi acasa?' 'Te aduce cineva?' 'Unde te duci?' 'Mi'ai cerut voie sa iesi?' 'De ce ai iesit fara sa'mi spui?'-adevaru e ca am iesit veri intregi fara sa ma mai sinchisesc sa iti aud vocea aia,si tu tot te crizezi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideea este ca ma sufoci si nu suport asta.Nu vreau sa imi porti de grija in halu asta si nu vreau sa vi la mine sa te alinti si asa mai departe.Si pentru simplu fapt ca ma tii atat de langa tine,intr'o buna zi,destul de curand,o sa te intrebi,unde dracu sunt si dece nu vreau sa te vad.Uite d'aia.ca m'am saturat de voi,si ca ma lasati rece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca de mult mie NU imi mai pasa ce se intampla cu voi,ce faceti,ce vorbiti,ce mancati sau ce vreti de la viata.Pt ca pur si simplu voi stiti numai de scandal,sa-mi spuneti mie cat de naspa sunt si cat de curva pt ca...ma imbrac ciudat?!?!?Si ca umblu cu golani!Care m'au schimbat!Si de muuuult nu mai sunt eu!-ah..dragii mei parinti-BULLSHIT!acum,nu ma mai abtin sa v'o trantesc cand ma enervati.Atat s'a schimbat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deci,femeie,daca tu ai fost crescuta prost,nu tre sa ma futi pe mine la cap,si sa ma faci sa ma cac pe voi.Ca si asa,tot tu o sa te plangi,cand in sfarsit o sa scap de tine,si iti garantez de acum,un an de zile nu o sa ma vezi la mutra.Nu'mi pasa de doru tau,nu'mi pasa de nimic legat de casa in care locuiesc in acest moment,exceptand camera mea si pisica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M'am saturat sa'ti cer pareri si sa'mi spui ca de ce port pantofi,ca's de curve sau de ce ma fac la ochi cu negru,ca e de curva?Si pe deasupra,tu nici nu sti sa motivezi un om!Nu sti sa te bucuri!In schimb sti sa ma faci de ras in fata prietenelor mele si sa te apuci sa critici orice baiat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si hai sa vedem de ce nu ma lasi tu in anumite locuri.CITEZ:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Varianta 1)'DE CE SA TE DUCI CEZARA?Cum adica?tu nu sti cum sunt baietii!o sa te ia unu sa tio traga pana numai poti si o sa mai cheme si pe altu,si pe altu si o sa te violeze si tu o sa ramai cu sechele!!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Varianta 2)'Nu te las ca cine stie cum iti face unu branci in apa si mori acolo te ineci!N'ai de unde sa sti!Mai bine stai acasa!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Varianta 3)'Unde sa golanesti tu asa?Stai acasa fetito sau daca pleci spunemi unde ca nu sti cum vine vreo masina prin fata ta si te trage doamne fereste inauntru si te duce prin spania la produs sa te prostituezi!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Varianta 4)'De ce sa ramai in bucuresti?Tu crezi ca o sa stau sa am grija ta?Daca vine vreun nebun in casa,sparge usa (care e de metal) si te violeaza,sau fura ceva din casa?Daca dai foc la casa?Sau si mai rau ti'o tragi?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draga,fiinta,esti mai paranoica decat orice persoana in viata.Nu te suport.&lt;br /&gt;Doamne de o veni ziua aia mai repede sa nu va mai vad fetele.O sa spun ca mi'a pus dumnezeu mana in cap.Si daca ziua aia intarzie sa apara,nui nimic,fug eu,casa stiu ca sunt 498673498649386704396km intre mine si voi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh si pana una alta,tot imi fac in cap ce vreau.&lt;br /&gt;Cah.&lt;br /&gt;Mori de nervi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-3463058343942017340?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/3463058343942017340/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=3463058343942017340' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/3463058343942017340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/3463058343942017340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2009/06/draga-fiinta.html' title='Draga fiinta.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SjlaH9yahyI/AAAAAAAAATY/zUOut58dkWY/s72-c/l__amoureuse_by_InSUNNYty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-2498177211023128279</id><published>2009-06-12T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T16:25:35.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Numar dracesc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SjLb8iR8FpI/AAAAAAAAATA/4ayyiKCM4wM/s1600-h/Tattoo_pioeuvre_3__by_BenoitPaille.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SjLb8iR8FpI/AAAAAAAAATA/4ayyiKCM4wM/s320/Tattoo_pioeuvre_3__by_BenoitPaille.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346577540682880658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numarul 13 este obsedant.Ma urmareste in stil barbar si nu ma lasa in pace.So:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Airport) Cointrin=13 ptc in alfabet C=3 O=15 I=9 N=14 T=21 R=18 I=9 N=14 si:&lt;br /&gt;21-18=3;9+9=18-14=4;15-3=12-3(de la 21-18)=9+4(de la 18-14)=13.Si toate astea nici nu le-am calculat.Pur si simplu am stiut.&lt;br /&gt;(Terminal) M=nr 13 in alfabet.&lt;br /&gt;(Flight)1893=&gt;8+9=17-1=16-3=13.&lt;br /&gt;(De la)orele 13:00/13:58-care in mod bizar devine 13:13 (5+8).&lt;br /&gt;Sunt intrebata in ce zi suntem azi,numai cand este ziua de 13.Ca astazi spre exemplu.&lt;br /&gt;Ma uit la ceas numai la ore gen 13:13;11:11(care da tot 13);10:03 si asa mai departe.&lt;br /&gt;Ziua mea:25.06=&gt;6+5+2=13&lt;br /&gt;Sau a ta iubi,tot 13.&lt;br /&gt;Ne despartisem initial pe 13.Ne'am impacat in 15.09=&gt;9+5-1=13&lt;br /&gt;Chiar acum m'am uitat din obisnuinta la ceas si este 02:13!&lt;br /&gt;Acum 2 luni te'am vazut pe 13.&lt;br /&gt;Acum o luna te'am enervat pe 13.&lt;br /&gt;Azi ai intrat si nu mi'ai raspuns si e 13!&lt;br /&gt;Si ceaiul cu fructe de padure peste tot e 13 lei.&lt;br /&gt;Si cel de menta tot 13 lei.&lt;br /&gt;De mult,fumam fara sa  vreau intro zi 13 tigari.&lt;br /&gt;Luam note proaste pe 13.&lt;br /&gt;Am dat teza pe 13.&lt;br /&gt;Pe 13 decembrie mi'am luat pisica.&lt;br /&gt;Bunicamea e nascuta pe 13 Februarie.&lt;br /&gt;Am 13 scris pe perete!&lt;br /&gt;Etc si Etc.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca nu o pot numi obsesie,ci doar lucrurul,cuvantul sau orice altceva care imi sare in ochi,stiu ca are legatura cu 13.Si e singurul numar pe car il pot calcula perfect matematic intr'o clipa.&lt;br /&gt;Ah si..telefonul meu a fost 13 mil.&lt;div 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dracesc.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SjLb8iR8FpI/AAAAAAAAATA/4ayyiKCM4wM/s72-c/Tattoo_pioeuvre_3__by_BenoitPaille.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-6899278164573331916</id><published>2009-06-09T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T01:56:21.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cacat de mate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Si7HYGsypjI/AAAAAAAAAS4/tLbvlG4h6OQ/s1600-h/Old_stuff_by_BenoitPaille.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Si7HYGsypjI/AAAAAAAAAS4/tLbvlG4h6OQ/s320/Old_stuff_by_BenoitPaille.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345429024664626738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu'mi place sa scriu in fiecare zi aici si nici nu sunt dese perioadele in care o fac.Dar acum,ca vine vacanta,probabil ca voi scrie din plictiseala.Cu toate astea,sunt nemultumita.Sunt nemultumita pentru ca proful de mate nu mai moare odata in chinuri satanice,si ma terorizeaza pe mine cu materia lui.Eu nu inteleg asa ceva!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway oricat de proasta as fi la matematica,nu poate sa imi spuna mie ca exercitiul de ieri nu l'am facut bine.Sunt foarte sigura pe mine.Stiu ca este bine,stiu ca pot sa trec si sa scap odata ce matematica masii.Nu'mi trebuie.&lt;br /&gt;La cat il urasc eu pe hidosul asta de mate,s'a mai trezit sa'mi spuna si ca sunt nebuna ca vreau liniste sa rezov cacatu ala,si omu tot s'a luat de mine spunandu'mi ca am unghii de vampiroaica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh..draga Parfumatule,Imbalsamatule cu cacat,unghiile astea de vampiroaica o sa fie martore cand o sa te fotografiez pisandu'te pe coltu scolii,cand bei alcool fara sa te opresti aopi vi sa predai,sau cand cauti in gunoi sa mananci sau cand te intinzi pe asfalt in statii.&lt;br /&gt;O sa-mi dedic viata in scopul mortii tale fara a ma prinde politia si habar nu ai tu ca o sa reusesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca fapt divers,mie nu imi pasa,si nici altor elevi nu le pasa ca ti'a murit tie familia si ai innebunit.Daca tto vezi ceva dubios du'te,trateazate sau pensioneazate si bagate la nebuni.Numi sta mie in liceu ca o povara sa torturezi copii..si..apropo..Sti cate medii ai stricat?Futu'ti gatu ma-tii!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-6899278164573331916?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Si7HYGsypjI/AAAAAAAAAS4/tLbvlG4h6OQ/s72-c/Old_stuff_by_BenoitPaille.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-7899186074251957461</id><published>2009-06-08T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T16:15:22.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>N'ai viata.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Si2Vs6gvpZI/AAAAAAAAASw/PCL7Ve3YiZU/s1600-h/Carving_The_Silence_by_monislawa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Si2Vs6gvpZI/AAAAAAAAASw/PCL7Ve3YiZU/s320/Carving_The_Silence_by_monislawa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345092931612026258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca incepe sa te deranjeze.Si te gandesti destul de des.Apoi imi spui mie.Diferenta e ca eu..pot sa trezesc persoane din morti,apoi s ale culc la loc.La tine nu  e asa.La tine niciodata nu a adormit.Si gasesti orice ocazie sa'mi spui minunatiile tale de ganduri plus acea fraza adaos de cacat vandut la tava,sau pe bat,pentru ca niciodata nu te'ai schimbat si ai da in cap tuturor.&lt;br /&gt;Numai ca nu mai poti acum.Nu mie.Esti la mana mea.Te bazezi pe ce spun eu.Tu habar nu ai de multe.Intotdeauna ai fost invidioasa.Ai gasit in mine ceva ce tu nu aveai,si cum instinctele si modul meu de a fi nu s'au impregnat in tine,ai inceput sa mustesti.&lt;br /&gt;Tu nu sti decat minciuna.Orice ai spune oricand.Si chiar imi doresc sa nu te fi avut ca prietena.Iar,tu,draga mea,nu ai insemnat niciodata pentru mine cat am insemnat eu pentru tine.Pt ca tu esti o prefacuta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esti o fraiera.Acum e prea tarziu.Nu o sa poti sa inveti niciodata sa fi sincera,sa nu mai minti oamenii cu nerusinare,sa nu mai joci teatru.Nu o sa inveti niciodata ca nu poti sa iei ceva ce nu ti se cuvine,pe orice plan ar fi.Si nu poti pur si simplu sa calci in picioare suflete.Nu poti!!Pentru ca tu,fetito,ti'ai cladit o viata pe minciuni,prefacatorii,scuze patetice,pe furt,pe barfe si pe bagatul strambelor.Tu nu sti ce'i aia sinceritate,nici acum,dupa 3 ani.Acum,vrei din nou sa minti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi'ar fi rusine daca as fi in locul tau,fetito.Inceteaza,ca ma calci pe nervi.Si crede'ma,am invatat de la cei mai buni sa fac rau:).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-7899186074251957461?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/7899186074251957461/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=7899186074251957461' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/7899186074251957461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/7899186074251957461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2009/06/nai-viata.html' title='N&apos;ai viata.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Si2Vs6gvpZI/AAAAAAAAASw/PCL7Ve3YiZU/s72-c/Carving_The_Silence_by_monislawa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-1754190753148263630</id><published>2009-06-05T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T10:29:16.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SilUrA5fcMI/AAAAAAAAASg/nJABJ3vY8hE/s1600-h/C21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SilUrA5fcMI/AAAAAAAAASg/nJABJ3vY8hE/s320/C21.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343895530804048066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi mi'am adus aminte subit,ca acum un an si o zi,pe 4 iunie,a fost una dintre zilele nefericite al vietii mele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si in amintirea acelei zile,am sa scriu urmatorul lucru:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Huo 4 iunie 2008.M'am pisat cu jet pe tine!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hihihi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-1754190753148263630?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/1754190753148263630/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=1754190753148263630' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/1754190753148263630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/1754190753148263630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2009/06/stupid-day.html' title='Stupid day.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SilUrA5fcMI/AAAAAAAAASg/nJABJ3vY8hE/s72-c/C21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-8361719612129908994</id><published>2009-06-04T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T16:15:06.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alta discutie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SihOs4775EI/AAAAAAAAASY/3CGbHl4PhSI/s1600-h/T1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SihOs4775EI/AAAAAAAAASY/3CGbHl4PhSI/s320/T1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343607490980078658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C:Fi atent,asta e telefonul lu' Ignat?&lt;br /&gt;B:Cred.&lt;br /&gt;C:Ia stai ca iti trimit niste poze.Btw:cum arata tipa lui V?&lt;br /&gt;B:E super draguta si se potrivesc fizic si nu numai.Are ochi frumosi tipa..Arata genial impreuna.&lt;br /&gt;C:Aaaaha.Escroc meschin dracesc si diavolesc ce esti.Sa ii admiri pe aia doi si sa nu ne preaslavesti pe mine si pe iubi???Crima!Ordon sa ti se taie capul!&lt;br /&gt;B:Care cap?&lt;br /&gt;C:Ala pe care nu vrei sa'l pierzi!Preaslaveste'ne!E ceva timp de cand ai zis ultima oaraa..&lt;br /&gt;B:Taci din guraa!Esti o aiurita.&lt;br /&gt;C:Nu!Esti rau.&lt;br /&gt;B:Fratee voi doi sunteti ciudati.&lt;br /&gt;C:CIUDATI???&lt;br /&gt;B:Nu mai face fata aia de om enervat.Stiu ca iti vine sa razi.&lt;br /&gt;C:Continua.&lt;br /&gt;B:Da pai voi sunteti ciudati.Adica pe langa faptu ca parca va cacati bani si faceti urat daca cineva va rupe ceva de firma,mai e si faptu ca..sunteti..nu stiu..ciudati!:))&lt;br /&gt;C:Da clar ce sa zici si tu.Vrei sa ne concurezi!&lt;br /&gt;B:Tu te auzi ma?Pfff.Nu.Da ideea e ca voi doi dati impresia de ingamfati gen "toata lumea e proasta,noi suntem cei mai tari,suntem zei,nu meritam privirile muritorilor,suntem prea buni pt lumea asta..ah...si...va rog nu ne atingeti hainele de firma ca n'ai tu valoarea noastra!'':)))intelegi?Si va potriviti perfect.&lt;br /&gt;C:Stiu suntem divinitati si este evident ca tu nu intelegi ce trebuie inteles.NOI CHIAR SUUNTEM PREA BUNI PT LUMEA ASTA!!!Si apoi hainele de firma sunt adorabile.&lt;br /&gt;B:Daaa da sa nu dai 500$ pe niste blugi!&lt;br /&gt;C:Sa sti ca merita.&lt;br /&gt;B:Eee merita.Anyway si tipa asta a lu V e inalta rau si brunetica si..&lt;br /&gt;C:SFINTE CACATE!TU CHIAR SCHIMBI SUBIECTU HAINELOR DE FIRMA CA SA IMI SPUI DE TIPA AIA?ma faci sa ma simt prost.&lt;br /&gt;B:Tu te faci frumoasa in fiecare ziiiiiii!&lt;br /&gt;C:Asa..mai spune..&lt;br /&gt;B:Nu intinde calu.&lt;br /&gt;C:Ai stat prea mult in grupu ala..&lt;br /&gt;B:Suntem si eram facuti unu pentru altu&lt;br /&gt;C:Da exact asa cum mmasculii in natura intotdeauna se bat pe femele.Apoi..GIUUUGIUULEALA!!!!!!si incep a face trenuletu ,femela prima apoi masculul.nu?&lt;br /&gt;B:Te omor.&lt;br /&gt;C:Ce'o sa'mi faci?&lt;br /&gt;B:Ce'o sa'ti fac?&lt;br /&gt;C:Da adica ce ai putea tu sa'mi faci.Esti absolut inofen..&lt;br /&gt;B:NATAAASHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!&lt;br /&gt;C:Oh shit....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-8361719612129908994?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/8361719612129908994/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=8361719612129908994' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/8361719612129908994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/8361719612129908994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2009/06/alta-discutie.html' title='Alta discutie.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SihOs4775EI/AAAAAAAAASY/3CGbHl4PhSI/s72-c/T1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-7198906047337820768</id><published>2009-05-30T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T17:32:48.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>46 and 3.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SiHQKO59BSI/AAAAAAAAASI/OJgzNJM6Wbk/s1600-h/c19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SiHQKO59BSI/AAAAAAAAASI/OJgzNJM6Wbk/s320/c19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341779507256558882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i was your favorite girl.&lt;br /&gt;I wish i was the reason you are in this world.&lt;br /&gt;I wish my smile was your favorite kind of smile,&lt;br /&gt;I wish the way that i dressed was your favorit kind of style..&lt;br /&gt;I wish you couldn' figure me out&lt;br /&gt;But you always knew what i was about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you'd hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;Not only when i'm upset..&lt;br /&gt;I wish you'd remember the look on my face&lt;br /&gt;When we first met.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you knew when i said two sugars&lt;br /&gt;Actually i meant three..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Wish You'd Never Forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that without me your heart would break&lt;br /&gt;I wish that without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake..&lt;br /&gt;I wish i was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that distance wouldnt hurt us deep.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you needed me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically,I Wish That You Loved Me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look,all i know is that..i know no other way.&lt;br /&gt;I know,you're the nicest thing i've ever seen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-7198906047337820768?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/7198906047337820768/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=7198906047337820768' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/7198906047337820768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/7198906047337820768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2009/05/325.html' title='46 and 3.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SiHQKO59BSI/AAAAAAAAASI/OJgzNJM6Wbk/s72-c/c19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-6058328067124726945</id><published>2009-05-28T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T17:00:34.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bottom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Sh8Zjp0LyFI/AAAAAAAAARw/Nyl9cN4Y3wo/s1600-h/C8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Sh8Zjp0LyFI/AAAAAAAAARw/Nyl9cN4Y3wo/s320/C8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341015783395543122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu nu stii cum e.Pur si simplu nu sti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca eu niciodata n'am facut ceva rau.Am fost intotdeauna langa tine,chiar daca ne certam,chiar daca ne injuram si nu ne suportam.Mi'am petrecut o vara intreaga cu gandul numai la tine.Iar pe mess,intotdeauna am fost online,asteptandu'te pana la 3 noaptea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu sti cum e sa stai sa astepti de tampit.Sa ti se intipareasca pe retina cuvantul OFFLINE si sa incerci constant sa faci ceva sa treaca timpul mai repede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N'am disparut subit.De fapt,nu am disparut niciodata.Nu te'am lasat niciodata sa te ingrijorezi pentru ca nu dau eu semne de viata 3 saptamani.Eu mereu ti'am dat semne de viata.Chiar mai mult,semne ca te iubesc enorm.Te'am asigurat constant si am avut grija sa simti acest lucru.Si voiam sa ai incredere in mine,pentru ca nu as fi putut face ceva sa te ranesc.Nu am facut si nici nu voi face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu sti cum e sa dispar fara a mai da semne de viata pe singura noastra cale de a vbi,adica messul.Nu sti cum te poti simti,cat de neincrezator.Iar dupa 3 saptamani,deja incep dubiile.Nu sti toate astea,pentru ca niciodata nu te'am lasat sa le simti.Niciodata nu ti'am aratat ca nu imi pasa.Pt ca mie chiar imi pasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N'am pus pe nimeni altcineva sau ceva pe locul 1,decat pe tine.Nu te'am ignorat niciodata si intotdeauna m'am gandit la binele tau.Nu am fost dezinteresata de persoana ta si nu am lasat sa treaca enorm de mult timp pana cand sa sun.N'am primit nici un mesaj de'al tau la care sa nu dau reply si nu mi'a sunat telefonul cu numaru tau fara sa raspund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu sti cum te poti simti cand sti ca nu ai nici macar locul 3 in topul prioritatilor persoanei iubite.Cat de descurajat devii.Nu ai fost niciodata instrainat prin ignoranta mea.Nu sti cum e sa nu ti se raspunda la mesaj,sau la telefon,sa simit si sa sti ca in momentu ala sunt un milion de lucruri mai importante pt persoana pe care o iubesti decat sa vorbeasca la telefon cu tine,sau sa scrie in 2 secunde un mesaj.Nu sti ce e nepasarea persoanei pe care o iubesti si cum doare.Nu sti,fiindca am avut grija sa ai parte de toata dragostea mea,am dorit sa fi fericit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N'am promis niciodata ceva ce nu voi face.Nu te'am lasat niciodata sa simti distanta.N'am gresit fata de tine nici o clipa,in orice fel.N'am considerat ca meritai.Nu ti'am jucat niciodata feste,nu te'am trecut prin teste.Nu te'am mintit.Nu te'am dezamagit.Nu am instaurat nesiguranta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu sti in ce hal se poate simti un om cand i se promite in zadar.Nu sti cum e sa simti distanta,cat de rea poate sa fie si cate feste iti joaca.Daca tot suntem departe,de ce tre sa mai simtim si distanta?Nu sti ca eu nu ti'am gresit cu nimic si ca am fost corecta fata de tine.Nu sti cum e sa te simti singur,instrainat de orice urma a iubirii celeilalte persoane.Nu sti cum e sa o iei razna.Nu sti cum e sa te simti in nesiguranta.Nu sti cum e sa nu ai habar ce se intampla cu relatia.Nu sti ca eu nu pot sa te mint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu stii toate astea pentru ca ti'am dat tot ce iti puteam da.Toata dragostea,sufletul,fiinta mea si multe altele.Pentru ca am vrut sa fi fericit sa nu iti lipseasca nimic.Pentru ca am tacut din gura atunci cand m'a deranjat cate ceva.Pentru ca te incurajam intotdeauna.Nu stii toate astea pentru ca imi pasa prea mult ca sa te las sa le sti,pentru ca te iubesc prea mult ca sa te las sa te doara ceva..Dar nici tot ce ti'am dat nu ti'a fost indeajuns..Nimic nu a fost indeajuns..Poate nu sunt de tine..Poate nu esti multumit...Si nu a fost indeqajuns..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu stiu groaza acestor sentimente.Eu stiu cum e sa o iei razna,sa te distrugi psihic,sa fi ignorat,sa nu ocupi nici locul 3,sa fi lasat singur sa turbezi,sa nu existe promisiuni,sa nu sti nimic sigur,sa iti fie frica,sa fi in nesiguranta,sa fi dezamagit...(etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu stiu toate astea...&lt;br /&gt;Credema it hurts me like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si mai stiu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca nu iti pasa deloc ca te iubesc.Si nu te'a impiedicat nimic sa ma faci sa ma simt ultimu om de pe pamant,chiar si dupa toate momentele frumoase..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si nu iti pasa de faptu ca m'ai lasat singura,in nestiinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca eu habar n'am daca suntem Noi sau sunt Eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce cacat..nu cred ca merit asta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-6058328067124726945?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Sh8Zjp0LyFI/AAAAAAAAARw/Nyl9cN4Y3wo/s72-c/C8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-3626013948789044130</id><published>2009-05-27T16:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T16:50:34.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I carry your heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Sh3PCULm5nI/AAAAAAAAARo/-lxT6vc9QRo/s1600-h/With_tired_eyes__tired_minds_by_ElifKarakoc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 201px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Sh3PCULm5nI/AAAAAAAAARo/-lxT6vc9QRo/s320/With_tired_eyes__tired_minds_by_ElifKarakoc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340652371815360114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry your heart with me,&lt;br /&gt;I carry it in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I am never without it&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere i go you go,my dear,&lt;br /&gt;And whatever is done&lt;br /&gt;by only me is your doing,&lt;br /&gt;My darling,&lt;br /&gt;I fear.&lt;br /&gt;No fate,&lt;br /&gt;For you are my fate,i want&lt;br /&gt;No world,&lt;br /&gt;For beautiful,you are,my world,&lt;br /&gt;My true.&lt;br /&gt;And it's you whatever a moon has always meant&lt;br /&gt;And whatever a sun will always sing,&lt;br /&gt;Is you.&lt;br /&gt;Here is the deepest secret&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows.&lt;br /&gt;Here is the root of the root,&lt;br /&gt;The bud of the bud&lt;br /&gt;And the sky of the sky&lt;br /&gt;Of a tree called life,&lt;br /&gt;Wich grows higher than the soul can hope&lt;br /&gt;Or mind can hide.&lt;br /&gt;And this is the wonder&lt;br /&gt;That's keeping the stars apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry your heart..&lt;br /&gt;I carry it in my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-3626013948789044130?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/3626013948789044130/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=3626013948789044130' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/3626013948789044130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/3626013948789044130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-carry-your-heart.html' title='I carry your heart'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Sh3PCULm5nI/AAAAAAAAARo/-lxT6vc9QRo/s72-c/With_tired_eyes__tired_minds_by_ElifKarakoc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-7006630872328079438</id><published>2009-05-26T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T15:25:18.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tampenii.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/ShxgLz2vW4I/AAAAAAAAARg/uCWAhtfI6z4/s1600-h/xxx+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/ShxgLz2vW4I/AAAAAAAAARg/uCWAhtfI6z4/s320/xxx+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340249014169197442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am sa traiesc in ciudatenia mea toata viata.Pentru ca nu cred ca am sa pot scapa de asa ceva.Azi mi'am dat seama,ca am destule 'probleme' cretine si incapatanari.Printre astea:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand merg pe strada,aleg un anume drum,parte a strazii,mod de a traversa si o anumita viteza a mersului.Toate astea,inconstient.Iar din momentul in care am intrat in 'ritm' nu imi schimb niciodata viteza mersului pe un anumit drum care poate fi mai lung dar eu nu o voi lua pe scurtatura niciodata.Merg intotdeauna pe partea pe care am mers prima data,si nu imi schimb directia nici daca vrea o masina sa ma calce.Pe unele strazi,indiferent de dispozitie,merg incruntata,sau pe altele cu o moaca zambitoare.Si toate astea tin de starea pe care o aveam cand am ajuns pe acea strada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alta chestie destul de comuna de altfel,e ca imi este teribil de frica si de cea mai mica musca posibila.Ca ieri spre exemplu,cand m'au invadat pe la 3 noaptea o sumedenie de muste mici.Din momentul ala,am mutat toata camera mea in sufragerie si incremenisem de frica pe hol uitanduma la cat de multe erau.In sfarsit,marele curaj al meu a fost sa iau fixativul si sa incerc sa le omor cu el.Nu stiu daca au plecat din cauza fixativului sau din cauza tipetelor mele isterice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incapatanarea mea cea mare este telefonul.Nu renunt la telefon nici o clipa.Il iau peste tot cu mine si as raspunde la el chiar daca as avea corpul sfasiat de lupi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am o maree problema in a intelege cele mai simple lucruri.Nu le pot intelege.Si din cauza asta,mereu tind sa ma complic in tot ce fac.Gen,de ce sa alegi lucrurile simple si comune?Mai bine le alegi pe cele complicate si deosebite,chiar daca uneori iti vine sa te dai cu capu de pereti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai sunt si intr'o oarecare masura paranoica.Odata ce raman cu frica de ceva sau cineva,la cea mai mica treaba incep sa fabulez despre tot soiul de tampenii,de care intr'un final ajung sa fiu convinsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt incapabila sa fac cafea.Numai frappe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma rog.M'am gandit eu la toate astea azi ca nu aveam ce face pe drum.Ma gandeam ca lumea ma crede tacanita pentru ca ador arta morbida sau vulgara.Oamenii astia obisnuiti nu pot vedea frumosul in macabru si vulgar.Unii chiar nu'l inteleg pe Cioran.Cum sa nu'l intelegi?In fine,eu sunt aia care si'a fotografiat sangele in WC pentru ca se intinsese de'a dreptul genial.Ma rog,voi ma credeti bolnava si o anumita persoana s'ar uita la mine dandu'se un pic la oparte spunand.."DUDE.." si un eventual "WTF".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si peste asta,cand o colega asculta o asa-numita muzica de relaxare..ma gandeam cum sa te poti relaxa pe asa ceva(era o casutareala).Gen,nu stiu dar daca nu e nici o chitara sau o oracaiala sau un solo nu ma pot relaxa!Anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi'am adus aminte de luna trecuta si eram oarecum amazed ca pot sa imi asum riscuri foarte mari.E si asta un lucru bun ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa si mai sunt 30 de zile pana fac 17 ani si probabil ca o sa ma simt jalnic.De fapt,ma simt cu totul jalnic de acum.Si aberez aici tampenii ca sami ocup timpul pentru ca pur si simplu NU AM CE FACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un cacat naspa pluteste deasupra lunii mai si probabil si din iunie incolo.Mda,stiu ca o sa ajung la spitalul de nebuni inainte de vreme...Pana atunci Povestea cu Marul Scrisa de mine mai de mult pe blog vad ca se aplica in luna mai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-7006630872328079438?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/7006630872328079438/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=7006630872328079438' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/7006630872328079438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/7006630872328079438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2009/05/tampenii.html' title='Tampenii.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/ShxgLz2vW4I/AAAAAAAAARg/uCWAhtfI6z4/s72-c/xxx+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-5400058030913346397</id><published>2009-05-22T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T15:35:16.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutsu scuump.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Shcnn3wei3I/AAAAAAAAARY/NvdHbK4hpZY/s1600-h/yorkshire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Shcnn3wei3I/AAAAAAAAARY/NvdHbK4hpZY/s320/yorkshire.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338779449206672242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca peste o luna fac 17 ani.Asa ca imi doresc de ziua mea un cutsu dinasta miiiicc si draguuutss si scumpiiiic.Yorkshire terrier.E atat de adoraaabiiil.Deci il super doreesc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai:x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;il vreaaauuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sa ma plimb ca Britney Spears cu catelu in geanta.NU.Doar o sal ador pt ca e o scumpete de catel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-5400058030913346397?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/5400058030913346397/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=5400058030913346397' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/5400058030913346397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/5400058030913346397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2009/05/cutsu-scuump.html' title='Cutsu scuump.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Shcnn3wei3I/AAAAAAAAARY/NvdHbK4hpZY/s72-c/yorkshire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-5788975016764330041</id><published>2009-05-21T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T10:56:04.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Debusolare.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/ShWTSnCCihI/AAAAAAAAARQ/gWKJg9HfCzg/s1600-h/Virgin_Suicides_by_plo0m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/ShWTSnCCihI/AAAAAAAAARQ/gWKJg9HfCzg/s320/Virgin_Suicides_by_plo0m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338334881242057234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sti ce ai facut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu iti pasa.&lt;br /&gt;Ai uitat de mine si nu iti pasa.&lt;br /&gt;Probabil ca nu mmai simiti nimic.&lt;br /&gt;Si m'ai lasat singura&lt;br /&gt;Iar eu ma simt ORIBIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si tie vad ca nuti pasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si stau sa astept in fiecare zi pentru ca mie dor de tine.&lt;br /&gt;Ca poate o sa'mi spui ceva.&lt;br /&gt;Si astept degeaba sa'mi vorbesti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tie nu iti pasa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar eu ma simt groaznic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probabil ca in curand voi trage singura concluzii..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-5788975016764330041?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/5788975016764330041/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=5788975016764330041' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/5788975016764330041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/5788975016764330041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2009/05/debusolare.html' title='Debusolare.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/ShWTSnCCihI/AAAAAAAAARQ/gWKJg9HfCzg/s72-c/Virgin_Suicides_by_plo0m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-3991714838668432388</id><published>2009-05-20T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T17:13:11.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Umbre surde si rabdare.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/ShSX1O8kzBI/AAAAAAAAARI/Tss77gb6Tao/s1600-h/af4383852ead0fb223eec3b349052cb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/ShSX1O8kzBI/AAAAAAAAARI/Tss77gb6Tao/s320/af4383852ead0fb223eec3b349052cb2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338058399141907474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intre pahare murdare pana cand soarele rasare&lt;br /&gt;Oare o sa gasesc un raspuns la orice intrebare&lt;br /&gt;O sa-ncerc sa am rabdare, o sa-ncerc sa uit de somn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sa las un scaun gol, lumina aprinsa pe hol&lt;br /&gt;Din speranta ca-n distanta o sa apari ca un sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi e sete de tine..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-3991714838668432388?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/3991714838668432388/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=3991714838668432388' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/3991714838668432388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/3991714838668432388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2009/05/umbre-surde-si-rabdare.html' title='Umbre surde si rabdare.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/ShSX1O8kzBI/AAAAAAAAARI/Tss77gb6Tao/s72-c/af4383852ead0fb223eec3b349052cb2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-3075785739105627020</id><published>2009-05-19T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T10:02:06.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bai Bodo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/ShL5b9JxIHI/AAAAAAAAARA/cWfCp5JztoY/s1600-h/kerhy.jpg+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/ShL5b9JxIHI/AAAAAAAAARA/cWfCp5JztoY/s320/kerhy.jpg+(3).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337602767054774386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca intr'o zi,o sa ma detonezi.Pentru ca ma suporti cand beau prea multa cafea devin prea energica si rad incontinuu.Pentru ca te sperie rasul meu de geamuri sterse,noprindu'ma juma de ora,fiindca spunem bancuri de Ronald Mcdonald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sa ma omori pentru ca ne luam la cearta serios cand vorbim despre muzica.Mai sa ne luam la bataie.Etalandu'ne cunostintele in materie de trupe si melodii,din genuri diferite.Ca te inrosesti tot de nervi cand iti spun ca asculti emoieli cretine si no-name bands si te iei de mine,ca nu intelegi cu ce ma ajuta rockul vechi si oracaieli ca Sepultura.Dar serios,recunoaste,tu tot asculti Steve Vai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sa ma tai in bucati si o sa ma arzi.Pentru ca te tot intreb cu ce oja sa ma dau pe unghii cand vine el.Ce culoare crezi ca o sa-i placa sau cu cate zeci de lotiuni de corp sa ma dau.Si in final,dupa ce te'am stresat cu o saptamana inainte sa vina,cu tema asta,tot ca mine fac.PENTRU CA ASTA E PEDEAPSA TA PT CA AI BAGAT STRAMBE LA EL ANUL TRECUT!HUOOOOOOOOOOO!BLASFEMIO!Asa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca o sa explodezi.Spunandu'mi de 10 ori pe zi ca totul este ok.Ca ma iubeste,ca este cel mai realist,rational om de pe terra,ca e calculat,ca e exact si asa mai departe.Ca eu sunt chiar indurerata si zic de 10 ori ca mie frica si sunt agitata toata ziua detestand pe oricine inafara de el.Apoi ma linistesc instant cand faci misto de mine si imi spui de ce s'a aruncat bomboana de pe bloc...Pentru ca era dementa.Ca iti pierzi timpul cu mine la telefon uneori sa discutam problemele suferinde si existentiale despre Tipa ta si iubi meu.Ca uneori te sun plangand cedand cu totul nervilor dorului si nesigurantei pana cand imi spui ca 2x4=8.Nu stiu ce legatura are asta dar sa sti ca nu o sa ma atraga matematica niciodataaa!!!!Mwhahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Ca ne ducem rar in Putin din tot si ne asezam la aceeasi masa de pe 9 Februarie,si discutam despre Valul de Putenie si despre fabuloase intamplari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De fapt,vorbim despre cat de mult ti tu la el si la mine si ca vrei sa fim fericiti ca ne meritam unu pe altu si ca nu ne'ai vedea cu altcineva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sau conversatiile stupide cand vreau eu sa fie ca mine.Exemplu...lumanarea din Putin din tot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C:Iiii uite maaa.Asta e lumanarea din Februarie de atunci de cand am fost cu el?&lt;br /&gt;B:Nu cred.&lt;br /&gt;C:Ba da.Mai mult ca sigur.Era aprinsa.Uite ce consumata e!&lt;br /&gt;B:Dude suntem in Mai.&lt;br /&gt;C:Si?sunt sigura ca lumanarea aia este!&lt;br /&gt;B:Nuuu,nu e lumanarea aia!&lt;br /&gt;C:TACI DIN GURA CA TE TAI!!!&lt;br /&gt;B:Ok...aia e lumanarea dinFebruarie.&lt;br /&gt;C:Perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sau cand imi explici problemele tale cu tipa la care tii si eu nu's atenta uitandu'ma la Scaunul Ala din Februarie si vars laptele pe masa sa suflu in el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru toate astea,o sa ma ucizi curand.Si pentru toate datile cand am dat dovada de nebunie,ingrijorare si paranoia.De infantilitate si de cretinitate.Pt fiecare secunda in care te'am stresat si te voi stresa cu vesnicele mele probleme.Ca cred ca ti le'am zis de atatea ori incat le sti pe de rost si imi vei striga 'TE REPETI!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma rog,pana la urma trebuia sa platesti cumva pentru meschinaria de anu trecut.Nu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siiii....Super Rac Power Friends Foreveeer!:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-3075785739105627020?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/3075785739105627020/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=3075785739105627020' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/3075785739105627020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/3075785739105627020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2009/05/bai.html' title='Bai Bodo!'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/ShL5b9JxIHI/AAAAAAAAARA/cWfCp5JztoY/s72-c/kerhy.jpg+(3).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-221216121399383541</id><published>2009-05-18T14:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T13:38:58.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/ShHVxXmhXkI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/4gHLT8laK4A/s1600-h/emotive_by_theartform.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/ShHVxXmhXkI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/4gHLT8laK4A/s320/emotive_by_theartform.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337282077536640578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear to God I'm so afraid.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of YOU.&lt;br /&gt;This awkward silence drives me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;What do I have?&lt;br /&gt;I have a picture of you in my mind.My love for you..and..as far as i know..your love for me.&lt;br /&gt;I feel disappointment in a way..&lt;br /&gt;Probably all this won't mean a thing to you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing myself..&lt;br /&gt;WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO MEE..?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you STILL ignore me?&lt;br /&gt;What have i done this time?&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused.&lt;br /&gt;It really seems like you're not interested in me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Or at least,that's how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;And hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Why thank you..I love you and you ignore me..&lt;br /&gt;Seclusion.&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;You told me i shouldn't worry.&lt;br /&gt;How can i not?&lt;br /&gt;But i guess everything went to well so far&lt;br /&gt;And now you don't have any time for me.&lt;br /&gt;How ironic!&lt;br /&gt;Really now,this thing really hurts me.&lt;br /&gt;Very much..!&lt;br /&gt;How am i supposed to feel?&lt;br /&gt;AWFUL!&lt;br /&gt;AWFUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to FKIN DIE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am i writing anyway?You'll ignore my cries...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to FKIN DIE SERIOUSLY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(( :(( :((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-221216121399383541?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/221216121399383541/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=221216121399383541' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/221216121399383541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/221216121399383541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2009/05/wtf.html' title='WTF.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/ShHVxXmhXkI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/4gHLT8laK4A/s72-c/emotive_by_theartform.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-973670006608365644</id><published>2009-05-16T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T03:53:40.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sparks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Sg6aQdVIKfI/AAAAAAAAAPg/uK4zLgijxBk/s1600-h/Smoke_Brushes_Set_1_by_Falln_Brushes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Sg6aQdVIKfI/AAAAAAAAAPg/uK4zLgijxBk/s320/Smoke_Brushes_Set_1_by_Falln_Brushes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336372216022444530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De azi incep din nou sa scriu in honeythiefsparks.blogspot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am facut o pauza cam lunga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-973670006608365644?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/973670006608365644/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=973670006608365644' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/973670006608365644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/973670006608365644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='Sparks.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Sg6aQdVIKfI/AAAAAAAAAPg/uK4zLgijxBk/s72-c/Smoke_Brushes_Set_1_by_Falln_Brushes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-1935715814283500106</id><published>2009-05-15T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T14:27:08.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>X</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Sg24hxsvjcI/AAAAAAAAAPY/h90dJeam6uc/s1600-h/Taste_of_death_by_Guirnou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Sg24hxsvjcI/AAAAAAAAAPY/h90dJeam6uc/s320/Taste_of_death_by_Guirnou.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336124023920102850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uneori chiar nu am perioade bune.Ca acum.De cand am venit de la mare,si se fac 2 saptamani deja,nimic nu merge cum trebuie.Absolut nimic.E dea dreptu o perioada de cacat pe care o urasc.Urasc luna mai.&lt;br /&gt;Ma enerveaza tot ce e in juru meu.Fiecare zi,este un cliseu si asta devine agasant.La momentu de fata am chef de putine persoane si daia ma port ok.Din pacate,una dintre aceste persoane nu are chef de mine.&lt;br /&gt;Am observat ca m'am tinut de toate promisiunilw facute pana acum,si nu am facut nimic rau,nici pentru relatia pe care o am acum,nu am mintit,nu am inselat etc,nici pentru prietenele mele.Dar ca de obicei,cand esti un om care se respecta isi bat altii joc de tot.Pentru ca am auzit mii de scuze si mii de promisiuni care in a doua secunda s'au transformat in praf.Si de pe urma acestui lucru eu pe cine ar trebui sa cred?(generalizand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Nu stiu ce se tot intampla cu noi doi si relatia noastra.Chiar nu stiu.Si daca exista ceva de rau cu subinteles de care eu ar trebui sa-mi dau seama,crede'ma ca nu vreau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar..te iubesc...=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma simt ca o bomba cu ceas.Nu stiu cat mai am pana cand avalansa de nervi o sa se puna in miscare.Si nu stiu pe cine o sa pice toti nervii astia,pt ca ultima data cand m'am, enervat in halul asta am luat lumea la bataie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ca sa nu mi se mai reproseze chestii,ma simt in felul urmator:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.IGNORATA,IGNORATA,IGNORATA,IGNORATA,IGNORATAAAA!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;2.INCAPABILA&lt;br /&gt;3.TOTAL NE-IUBITA&lt;br /&gt;4.LASATA DE IZBELISTE PE UNDEVA PE ACOLO.&lt;br /&gt;5.INGRIJORATA&lt;br /&gt;6.USELESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah,da...si ce ma scoate din sarite,de la oricine e sa-mi dau seama ca ma minte pe fata si sa nege lucru asta.Pentru ca imi dau seama la toata lumea,de foarte multe ori,dar de obicei nu spun nimic.Si mai detest sa ma trezeasca cineva din somn.Adica,serios,daca nu esti o persoana foaaarte apropiata de mine nu iti trebuie decat sa ma trezesti si o sa ai parte de toata rautatea din mine:).La emma trec cu vederea ca ea nu a stiut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;App:Nu te uiti in lista sa vezi daca e pe mess?&lt;div 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title='X'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Sg24hxsvjcI/AAAAAAAAAPY/h90dJeam6uc/s72-c/Taste_of_death_by_Guirnou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-7916375358095480815</id><published>2009-05-12T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T12:54:01.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Despre Femei.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SgnK6fnDQJI/AAAAAAAAAPI/7Xju-wmaW68/s1600-h/Fishnet_Legs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SgnK6fnDQJI/AAAAAAAAAPI/7Xju-wmaW68/s320/Fishnet_Legs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335018339863576722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O femeie este ca un val.Cand se simte iubita,respectul de sine ii creste si ii scade intocmai.Cand se simte intr'adevar bine,va atinge un maxim,dar apoi dispozitia ei se poate schimba si valul ei se sparge.Caderea este temporara.Dupa ce atinge pragul de jos,din nou,dispozitia i se va schimba brusc si va fi din nou multumita de sine.Valul va incepe sa creasca.Cand valul unei femei este un crestere,ea simte ca are de oferit multa afectiune dar,cand este in scadere,simte existenta unui gol interior si nevoia sa-l compenseze prin dragoste.Aceasta perioada de regres este momentul in care face ordine in sentimente.Daca ea si'a suprimat niste sentimente negative sau s'a negat pe sine pentru a fi mai iubitoare in partea ascendenta a valului,la coborare,va incepe sa resimta aceste asa zise ''nevoi nesatifacute''.Mai ales,in aceasta perioada de cadere,ea are nevoie sa vorbeasca despre problemele ei,sa fie ascultata si inteleasa.&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta experienta a coborarii seamana cu coborarea intr'o fantana intunecata.Cand femeia coboara in ''fantana'' ea se afunda cu buna stiinta in intuneric si printre sentimente confuze.Ea poate experimenta dintr'o data un val de sentimente si senzatii vagi.Se poate simti disperata,gandindu'se ca este singura,lipsita de ajutor si de afectiunea celui drag.Dar,la putin timp de la atingerea limitei de jos,daca isi va da seama ca este iubita si incurajata,incepe sa isi revina si sa se simta mai bine.Tot asa precum sa prabusit,ea se va ridica automat si va radia din nou dragostea maxima.Abilitatea unei femei de a da si de a accepta dragostea,este in genral,o reflectare a felului in care se percepe ea pe sine.Atunci cand nu este impacata cu sine,ea nu este capabila sa fie toleranta si total admirativa fata de partener,dar,depinzand de situatie,daca femeia atins pragul de jos iar parteneru se dovedeste a fi iubitor si aproape de ea,admiratia si aprecierea ei va atinge cote maxime imediat.In clipele de depresie,femeia tinde sa se lase coplesita si devine foarte sensibila,atunci,femeia are nevoie de intelegere si multa dragoste din partea partenerului.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-7916375358095480815?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/7916375358095480815/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=7916375358095480815' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/7916375358095480815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/7916375358095480815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2009/05/despre-femei.html' title='Despre Femei.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SgnK6fnDQJI/AAAAAAAAAPI/7Xju-wmaW68/s72-c/Fishnet_Legs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-5252994550111317563</id><published>2009-05-11T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T12:01:29.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inca.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Sgh8aEOp3HI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Kk1GPAHX1U4/s1600-h/Underneath_The_Stars_by_Guirnou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Sgh8aEOp3HI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Kk1GPAHX1U4/s320/Underneath_The_Stars_by_Guirnou.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334650545874001010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu sunt in toiul fericirii omenesti.Nu cultiv,la ora actuala,extazul deplin posibil omenesc.Am zis tot ce se putea spune omeneste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tipic femeii sa nu inteleaga un astfel de comportament.O femeie intotdeauna o sa inteleaga: ''Nu'mi pasa si nu am chef de tine,de ce crezi ca nu te bag in seama?Si nici nu am chef sa aberez despre cat de mult te iubesc,am alta treba acum,sa vorbesc cu alta,nu cu tine.''Si nu intelegem asta pt ca asa vrem,ci pentru ca este tipic femeiesc.Cel putin,acum,imi fac griji serioase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceea ce cultiv acum,este frica.Cultiv frica de frica mea.Spatiul in care ma aflu pare minuscul,iar timpul,infinit.Detest singuratatea.Sa fiu singura si sa am nevoie de o persoana in mod special,ducandu-i dorul,sa nu pot sa am ceea ce iubesc,este asemanator cu deluviul apocaliptic,unde strigatele crude ale sufletului si ale inimii sunt ignorate,sau,atenuate de o mare de nepasare,izolare si confuzie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider ca m'am exprimat in sute de moduri pentru a te face sa iti dai seama cam cat de mult...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faza e ca ma simt foarte singura.Si tu in perioada asta esti cam instrainat si nu prea ai chef.Ce ai vrea sa cred?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps:detest cuvantul ''inca''.cuvantu asta determina ceva ce nu o sa mai faci pentru mult timp,generalizat.eu asa il percep,asa ca il detest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-5252994550111317563?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/5252994550111317563/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=5252994550111317563' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/5252994550111317563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/5252994550111317563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2009/05/inca.html' title='Inca.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Sgh8aEOp3HI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Kk1GPAHX1U4/s72-c/Underneath_The_Stars_by_Guirnou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-568064917998991575</id><published>2009-05-06T13:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T05:20:53.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toate astea pentru ca..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SgH5vgHKKKI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7wEbdQquk2U/s1600-h/__by_Guirnou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SgH5vgHKKKI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7wEbdQquk2U/s320/__by_Guirnou.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332818028252506274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLANG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PENTRU CA tu crezi ca sunt o persoana puternica,poate sunt,dar nu si cand e vorba de tine.PENTRU CA ma sperii,si incepe sa imi bata inima tare de spaima.PENTRU CA sunt foarte sensibila cand vine vorba de tine,si plang des.PENTRU CA uneori esti prea rece si am dubii.PENTRU CA n'ai chef.PENTRU CA stau sa te astept sa fi on in fiecare zi.Asta fac mereu.Stau si astept.PENTRU CA uneori nici nu as sti ca esti online,ca intri si nici nu sti ca sunt acolo.PENTRU CA tu crezi ca de fiecare data cand ma supar nu se intampla nimic si imi trece.PENTRU CA niciodata nu uit.PENTRU CA ma manipulezi usor.PENTRU CA de multe ori chiar nu'ti pasa.PENTRU CA uneori minti.PENTRU CA iesi de pe mess si exista dati cand nici nu'mi spui un ''Noapte buna,te iubesc!''.PENTRU CA tu crezi ca daca nu spui toate astea si te porti uneori rece,eu n'am nimic.PENTRU CA tu nu mi'ai spus ca m'ai iubi orice ar fi,in schimb eu ti'am spus.PENTRU CA MI'E FRICA DE TINE!!!!!!PENTRU ca imi dai busy tone si nu suport.PENTRU CA exista dati cand chiar nu ai chef de mine.PENTRU CA mereu sti ca sunt undeva acolo si ma gandesc la tine si te astept.PENTRU CA nu sti cum e sa astepti in halu in care astept eu.PENTRU CA nu conteaza catE persoane sunt in juru meu eu sunt acolo,si iti raspund IMEDIAT de fiecare data.PENTRU CA nu e cineva sau ceva mai important decat TINE.PENTRU CA pentru tine nu e deloc asa.PENTRU CA tu crezi ca nu m'as putea enerva intr'atat incat sa fiu naspa si sa nu'mi pese.PENTRU CA nu raspunzi la unele mesaje in care iti spun te iubesc si nu mie se pare ok.PENTRU CA uneori am foarte mare nevoie de tine,si tu nici macar nu esti online.PENTRU CA eu mor de doru tau in fiecare zi.PENTRU CA EU CHIAR TE IUBESC ENORM ORICUM AI FI.PENTRU CA ESTI RECE CU MINE CATEODATA SI MA DOARE,DAR TOT TE IUBESC.PENTRU CA mereu ma faci sa am dubii.PENTRU CA POATE AI DE GAND SA MA LASI,nu stiu si sper sa nu fie asa.PENTRU CA niciodata nu o sa auzi tot din ce spun.PENTRU CA nu te mint.PENTRU CA niciodata nu o sa te insel.PENTRU CA nu vreau.PENTRU CA TE ADOR.PENTRU CA nu iti dai seama calumea cand sunt suparata decat daca iti dau un :) sau ..PENTRU CA nu suport sa iesi si sa nu spui nimic.PENTRU CA asta ma enerveaza si ma face sa consider ca NU MA MAI IUBESTI LA FEL.PENTRU CA poate chiar asa e.PENTRU CA nu stiu cat la suta iti pasa de mine si de ce vreau eu,ce'mi doresc.PENTRU CA din cate mi'ai zis tu pana acum iti pasa foarte mult,dar nu si cu comportamentu tau rece de azi spre exemplu.PENTRU CA MA REPET:eu chiar am unele dubii din cauza intuitiei.PENTRU CA iti zic:tine'ma pentru tine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PENTRU CA TU CHIAR NU REALIZEZI CE MULT TE IUBESC.&lt;br /&gt;PENTRU CA TE ADOR SI TE VREAU ACUM CU MINE.PENTRU CA nu am apucat sa'ti spun pentru ca tu ai iesit si nu ti se pare ca lipseste ceva..&lt;br /&gt;PENTRU CA m'ai enervat acum si ma doare si nu'ti pasa ca nu stii ca reactionez asa.&lt;br /&gt;PENTRU CA ITI DAU TOT SI PROBABIL NU E DE AJUNS..&lt;br /&gt;PENTRU CA nu vreau sa existe fisuri.&lt;br /&gt;PENTRU CA mi'ai spus ca suntem si cred ca suntem perfecti.&lt;br /&gt;PENTRU toate astea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EU PLANG ACUM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLANG!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARCA NU ITI PLACEA SA MA FACI SA PLANG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRAVO!!!BRAVO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-568064917998991575?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SgH5vgHKKKI/AAAAAAAAAO4/7wEbdQquk2U/s72-c/__by_Guirnou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-2893938902675935793</id><published>2009-05-03T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T11:41:41.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vama Veche.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Sf3XVrp17MI/AAAAAAAAAOY/lODhsEu4MCw/s1600-h/DSC00683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Sf3XVrp17MI/AAAAAAAAAOY/lODhsEu4MCw/s320/DSC00683.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331654301371985090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca anul trecut,cat am fost in Vama,am fost 'ingradita' ca la Jilava sa nu ma plimb si pentru ca apoi eram mult prea ocupata cu alte ganduri sa scriu despre Vama,scriu acum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nimic neobisnuit pana in momentul cand am luat masina din Constanta spre Mangalia.Ok,o masina,nimic interesant,pana cand vine un tip gras si se aseaza langa mine,iar eu neavand chef de el,l'am ignorat.Tipu asta,Adi cica il chema,se dadea foarte vorbaret si doritor sa se bage in seama cu mine iar eu m'am dovedit a fi ironica si scarboasa.Conversatia a decurs asa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adi:Mie imi plac super mult filmele horror.Aseara m'am culcat tare tarziu,m'am uitat la vreo 3 filme.Sti,e prima oara cand vin de 1 mai in Vama.Adica,pana acum,nu mi'a reusit niciodata.Da tie ce filme iti plac?&lt;br /&gt;Eu:...Filmele psihologice..&lt;br /&gt;Adi:Dar eu nu le inteleg..mi se par foarte sofisticate,apropo,cred ca te cunosc.Adica,cred ca te-am vazut prin Club A de cateva ori.Esti din Bucuresti nu?&lt;br /&gt;Eu:Da..din Bucuresti..si in Club A ma duc extrem de rar...&lt;br /&gt;Adi:Ah..oricum,ai zis ca iti plac filmele psihologice..sti,eu sunt un tip vorbaret,esti studenta?&lt;br /&gt;Eu(dandu'mi ochii peste cap plictisita):Daaaa,sunt studentaa,la Facultatea de Psicologie sa sti!chiar imi place.&lt;br /&gt;Adi:serios?&lt;br /&gt;Eu:Nu frate,sunt a 10 a&lt;br /&gt;Adi:au...nu pari..adica,pari foarte matura.Pari genu de persoana care nu te incurci cu oricine si nuti place sa fi deranjata de oricine.&lt;br /&gt;Eu:Exact..acum lasama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu si fetele am coborat apoi in magalia si asteptam masina de Vama,care nu mai venea si voiam sa luam un taxi.Pana la urma a venit ''Nordiana''.Mergem noi ce mergem pana cand nu am mai putut din cauza unui accident,asa ca am luat-o pe jos,la 10 noaptea,noi,niste fete,4 kilometrii pana in Vama,prin mijlocu campului si pe autostrada.Ma rog,erau si altii,dar aratam ca niste somalezi prin intuneric,trecand pe langa un cadavru,cantand Red Hot care se auzea de pe plaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am ajuns si noi intr'un final,ne'am intalnit cu brebu si cu toti,apoi eu Ana si Miruna am inceput sa bem bem bem.(precizez ca nu am baut cand era brebu sau orice tip near me).Si mi'a venit sa ma pis.M'am dus cu Ana si nu gaseam Wc,oricum mergeam in x,asa ca m'am pisat dupa niste BCA-uri,si nici nu am apucat sa ma pis bine,ca iese un tip dupa un colts cand ma pisam si eu mai bine si a inceput sa strige.Evident ca mi s'a taiat toata pisarea,si am pornit inapoi sa beau,incheindu'ma la pantaloni pe drum.Am baut baut baut si miruna ca de obicei a avut grija de noi.Eu treceam frecvent de la stare melancolica la una vesela,si a doua oara cand m'am pisat stiu ca incercam sa nimeresc wc-ul si sa nu cad in el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai tarziu,am stat langa foc si am spus bancuri misogine.Si nu mai stiu daca mai aveam bautura..dar in orice caz,un tip era sa se aseze pe capul meu.A plouat.Dupa incercari nereusite pe la toate cunostintele de a ne adaposti in mod normal,am ajuns intrun...loc..unde am luat frumos o masa si am inceput sa bem ce aveam acolo,pana cand..si aici a venit un tip,care se aseaza langa mine si zice:&lt;br /&gt;Tip:Am si eu o rugaminte fetelor ajutatima.Fiti atente sunt cu un tip eu de vreo 14 15 ani asa si vreau sa ma duc sa mi'o trag cu gagicamea,cu pisi a mea si nu pot ca se tine asta dupa mine.luati'l 30 de secuundee numai mult!cat sa pot eu sa..stiti voi..&lt;br /&gt;Eu:Si noua ce ne iese?&lt;br /&gt;Tip:Haai ca va face cinste ca se da la voi pe rand si va da o sticla de vin sau de wisky e prost ma,luatil,si cand nu mai aveti chef spunetii sa plece,30 de secunde!!&lt;br /&gt;Eu:Eu nu vreau si nu mai pune mana pe umarul meu.Miruna ial tu.&lt;br /&gt;M:De ce eu?sa'l ia Ana.&lt;br /&gt;A:Nu nu,nu avem chef&lt;br /&gt;Tip:Haideti ma feteloor..Pisiii ia adul pe pustiu ala incoa'!&lt;br /&gt;Eu:Ce parte din NU VREM nu ai inteles?&lt;br /&gt;Tip:Haidee,numai fiti asa,si tu ce te porti asa?uite,tu d'aia o sa ramai nefututa.Iti spun eu!Hai ia zi,cand ti'ai traso ultima oara?Eu spre exemplu,mi'am dat la laba ieri.Vezi?nu zici nimic.Ai ramas nefututa.&lt;br /&gt;Eu:N'am ramas nefututa si nici nu cred ca voiam informatii aspura a ceea ce nu ai si ce ai vrea sa faci.Iti multumesc dar poti sa pleci cu tot cu pisi a ta si cu ''copilu''.Hai,valea!&lt;br /&gt;Tip:DA.Pai cum sa nu.Iti zic eu,ai prieten,SI FAPTU CA NU E AICI CU TINE SPUNE TOT!!!!!!iti zic eu,acuma te inseala sigur!ia uimestema,ce face?Sta cu masa?Are un picior rupt?Hai ca stiu eu,stiu eu ce face acum!&lt;br /&gt;Eu:Draga individ,nu e nimic din ce spui tu.&lt;br /&gt;Tip:HAAA!!!!esti o pitipoanca!&lt;br /&gt;Eu:E clar ca nu ai citit prea mult din DEX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fine tipu prost pleaca sa si'o traga si ramanem noi cu asa zisul ''copil'' care avea vreo 18 ani si era in Monnet dar nu stia franceza asa ca el invata acolo germana,numai ca nici asta nu stia.Am facut noi ce am facut si am scapat de el ca era enervant si idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mergem in Goblin,unde am dat peste nimeni altu decat tipul care a vrut sa o arda pe miruna cu tigara si eu l'am scuipat urat la un concert.Nu'i nimic.Era praf oricum.Si dansa cu un stalp sau cu o tipa infinit de grasa.Ok,totu fine,reggae n shit,lume sparta noi cat de cat treze.Si ne'am distrat.Ne era sete asa ca am zis eu si Ana sa mergem la bar sa cumparam ceva.Iar aici ne'a cazut fata si am cumparat ce aveam de cumparat cu cea mai mare placere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe la vreo 5 dimineata,se lumina,si vinde un tip gras la mine,ma ia de mana si mi'o ridica in sus,cum fac aia la populara.Scarbos.Adica,serios,socializez destul,dar nu cu toti idiotii.Mai ales ca se uita un tio dubios la mine si la un moment dat ma trezesc cu el langa mine urlandu'mi in ureche:&lt;br /&gt;''SI PANA LA URMA TE FUTI AZI?''&lt;br /&gt;Umm..ma si pufnise rasu asa ca pt ca m'a calcat pe picior m'am rastit la el si a plecat.&lt;br /&gt;Iesim in final din Goblin si incepem sa ne plimbam pe malu marii,evident,unele persoane care treceau,puteau ingrozitor a sex,dar nici nu am putut sa simt bine mirosul,ca vine un tip si ma ia si pe mine si pe miruna si ne strange de gat la modu efectiv.In sfarsit,m'am crizat ca m'a atins ca e un prost ca jet ca pula mea de cocalari si au plecat si aia,asa ca ne'am plimbat mai departe.Ana si cu mine si Miruna am mers pana la granita aproape,si evident,au venit altii,mai prietenosi de data asta,si Ana s'a imprietenit cu ei.Evident,voiau sa ramanem la ei,iar eu n'am vrut de nici un fel.Pentru ca eu nu ma dusesem in vama sa fac prostii de genul si sa insel.M'am dus sa ma imbat si sa ma distrez cu fetele.Ceea ce am si facut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plecand acasa trecem pe langa Pirati unde niste tipi incepusera sa urle cand ne'au vazut cururile iar miruna in cele din urma a levitat.In sfarsit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.NU te-am inselat si nu m'a atins vreunu in scopuri aiurea.^^&lt;br /&gt;2.Apropo huttzy,imi pare bn ca nu ti'am vazut fatsaul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-2893938902675935793?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/2893938902675935793/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=2893938902675935793' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/2893938902675935793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/2893938902675935793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2009/05/vama-veche.html' title='Vama Veche.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Sf3XVrp17MI/AAAAAAAAAOY/lODhsEu4MCw/s72-c/DSC00683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-402723775030327103</id><published>2009-04-28T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T10:38:44.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Critica.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Sfc9gxnirhI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/XHrtJxMtK4Y/s1600-h/stonehead_by_kidutettu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Sfc9gxnirhI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/XHrtJxMtK4Y/s320/stonehead_by_kidutettu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329796317300567570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accept critica ta Bubu,chiar foarte bine.Nici un lucru nu e perfect.Dar inainte de asta,blogul asta nu l'am deschis ca sa am ceva important sa spun pentru popor.Ci l'am facut personal,ca sa am ceva important de spus pentru mine si pentru putinele persoane care apreciaza si considera ceea ce scriu important.Pentru mine si pentru acele persoane am facut blogul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa ca,e foarte bine sa mai aud si pareri naspa uneori.Si nu vreau sa am ceva de spus pentru tine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(aici probabil ca bagi un alt misto de prost gust pe care il accept sau il ignor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simtiti'va liberi sa criticati ceva despre care nu aveti habar,sau daca sunt in cunostinta de cauza,si mai bine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-402723775030327103?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/402723775030327103/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=402723775030327103' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/402723775030327103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/402723775030327103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2009/04/critica.html' title='Critica.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Sfc9gxnirhI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/XHrtJxMtK4Y/s72-c/stonehead_by_kidutettu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-2043347059182784144</id><published>2009-04-27T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T14:41:10.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prost Gust.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SfYma0S5q7I/AAAAAAAAAOI/b_rm1ow24lw/s1600-h/gh1124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SfYma0S5q7I/AAAAAAAAAOI/b_rm1ow24lw/s320/gh1124.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329489451195935666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Daca sunt pe Mess si vorbesc cu cineva,si dau un :) e clar ca sunt iritata,sau enervata,sau am ceva in orice caz.&lt;br /&gt;2.Daca esti pitipoanca,te urasc.Daca esti increzuta,te urasc.Daca numele tau incepe cu R,are 4 litere,si se termina in E,te urasc.Pentru ca pur si simplu n'ai haz,esti mica si ai un prieten cat Turnurile Gemene?Spui ca esti de cateva luni bune cu el?Zici ca e relatia perfecta?Normal.Pai si eu daca as fi in locu lui,as sta cu tine,pt ca tu efectiv,ii vi lui la nivelu pulii.Eh,ce zici de asta?Ah da si te crezi amuzanta chicotind cand ma vezi.Gradiniitaaa!&lt;br /&gt;3.Daca te etalezi cu ochelarii aia libelula pe care scrie sa vada tot chiorul DIOR sau mai stiu eu ce firma ai tu,esti de prost gust,ca si eu am haine de firma dar le iau pt mine,sa stiu eu,nu sa vada tot orasul.Da chiloti de firma ai?Te etalezi si cu aia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faza e ca nu imi pasa pana cand ma voi enerva cu adevarat.Unde nu cred ca vrei sa se ajunga.Poate ca par inofensiva,ca nu fac rau nici unei muste.Not true.Ma enervez rar urat de tot.Ah,si vezi cine te aude cu mistourile tale,ca multi vor sa isi cam bata joc de tine,sti tu,in modu nesimtit.Sfatu meu este sa nu te duci la vreo petrecere cu astia de a 10 a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai paa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-2043347059182784144?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/2043347059182784144/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=2043347059182784144' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/2043347059182784144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/2043347059182784144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2009/04/prost-gust.html' title='Prost Gust.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SfYma0S5q7I/AAAAAAAAAOI/b_rm1ow24lw/s72-c/gh1124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-4081382935840472101</id><published>2009-04-25T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T12:39:57.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..The Fuck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SfNhWtqgMMI/AAAAAAAAANY/aVckOBECWvo/s1600-h/By_the_way__I_love_you__by_t0x1c_d0LLy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SfNhWtqgMMI/AAAAAAAAANY/aVckOBECWvo/s320/By_the_way__I_love_you__by_t0x1c_d0LLy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328709826952310978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da pai poate daca atentia s'ar indrepta la ceea ce vreau sa zic,sa exprim,si sa evidentiez nu s'ar mai ajunge sa ma simt eu prost din cauza unei litere stupide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca esti way smarter than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaayyy TE ADOOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-4081382935840472101?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/4081382935840472101/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=4081382935840472101' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/4081382935840472101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/4081382935840472101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2009/04/fuck.html' title='..The Fuck.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SfNhWtqgMMI/AAAAAAAAANY/aVckOBECWvo/s72-c/By_the_way__I_love_you__by_t0x1c_d0LLy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-5865002669943781962</id><published>2009-04-24T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T16:41:39.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lubov.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SfHou_vTXzI/AAAAAAAAANQ/IqrEa7KVGAs/s1600-h/Passion____by_Galadiera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 189px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SfHou_vTXzI/AAAAAAAAANQ/IqrEa7KVGAs/s320/Passion____by_Galadiera.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328295728237469490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma faci super fericita.&lt;br /&gt;Te vreau numai pe tine.&lt;br /&gt;Te ador absolut.&lt;br /&gt;Si niciodata nu am visat ca o sa intalnesc pe cineva ca tine.&lt;br /&gt;Esti tot ce pot sa'mi doresc.&lt;br /&gt;You're perfect iubii&lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca te iubesc atat de muult.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca vreau sa nu uiti nici un minut.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca TU esti tot ce conteaza si vreau sa fi fericit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca sunt ataaat de indragostiita de tinee incat vreau sa fi doar al meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si imi pare rau pt aseara:(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TE IUBESC!&lt;br /&gt;Lubov pe ruseste.&lt;br /&gt;iubii dulce&lt;3!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-5865002669943781962?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/5865002669943781962/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=5865002669943781962' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/5865002669943781962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/5865002669943781962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2009/04/ljubov.html' title='Lubov.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SfHou_vTXzI/AAAAAAAAANQ/IqrEa7KVGAs/s72-c/Passion____by_Galadiera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-8522493567113379407</id><published>2009-04-21T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T08:10:50.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Se3X-_grp3I/AAAAAAAAANI/84A4SxRzzqM/s1600-h/L_O_V_E_by_By_C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 82px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Se3X-_grp3I/AAAAAAAAANI/84A4SxRzzqM/s320/L_O_V_E_by_By_C.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327151411449538418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE your messy,curly hair and the way i play with it.Your green eyes..and the way you look at me.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE your face.Especially in the morning.And how you make adorable faces.And your cute little nose.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE...your lips,and the way they taste,the way they open..to kiss mine.I LOVE your lips on my lips.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE your neck.And the smell of your perfume.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE your skin..soft and warm..I LOVE your skin on mine.I LOVE your chest and how you tickle everytime i touch you.I LOVE your laugh.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE your body.Your legs.Your ass.I LOVE the way i cant resist you.I LOVE your touch.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE how you embrace me..and kiss my neck and clasp my hand.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE your voice,and how you whisper that you love me.I LOVE when you act like a child.I LOVE your personality.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE how you look in the candle light,and how i cant see you at all,when im on the stairs and you open the door.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE your scent.It makes me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE how you sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE how you make me angry (sometimes) just to tell me that i'm sweet.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE you under the sheets.And our late night talks.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE how you move, how you raise your hand a bit when you say that you dont know and how you try to explain things to me,or the look you give me when i dont pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE when you're worried about me,cause i rarely see you worry.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE to spend the  night with you.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE your t-shirts.Your jeans..Your shoes.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE your touch.''Your'' bed.Your fingers.Your wet tongue..searching for mine.How they entwine.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE any second you spend with me.Anything related to you.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE your sweetness.Everything about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU.Anytime.Anywhere.No matter what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-8522493567113379407?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/8522493567113379407/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=8522493567113379407' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/8522493567113379407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/8522493567113379407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love.html' title='I Love..'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Se3X-_grp3I/AAAAAAAAANI/84A4SxRzzqM/s72-c/L_O_V_E_by_By_C.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-4090132059771893161</id><published>2009-04-17T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T14:16:30.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pentru El.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SejvGHqizsI/AAAAAAAAANA/loL4y1yy_4g/s1600-h/Autumn_Love_by_penguina_mica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SejvGHqizsI/AAAAAAAAANA/loL4y1yy_4g/s320/Autumn_Love_by_penguina_mica.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325769447781355202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you the best of me!&lt;br /&gt;..Because..&lt;br /&gt;You don't deserve any less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always remember..I.Love.You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-4090132059771893161?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/4090132059771893161/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=4090132059771893161' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/4090132059771893161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/4090132059771893161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/2009/04/pentru-el.html' title='Pentru El.'/><author><name>Honeythief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040457114313589789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SZsdOGcL5VI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kIDjI3lsiDA/S220/P1010003+copyv2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SejvGHqizsI/AAAAAAAAANA/loL4y1yy_4g/s72-c/Autumn_Love_by_penguina_mica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-6534531144978579902</id><published>2009-04-17T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T13:45:59.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pentru ele.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SejQHlfkT3I/AAAAAAAAAMw/uyK8YUYfFJs/s1600-h/Happy_friends____by_MissCuuuuute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/SejQHlfkT3I/AAAAAAAAAMw/uyK8YUYfFJs/s320/Happy_friends____by_MissCuuuuute.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325735388107788146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca am ajuns sa stiu acum si sa le cunosc.Ca am ajuns sa stiu sigur ca le iubesc.Ca ele sunt prietenele mele indiferent de situatie,si asa vor ramane.Pentru ca ele mi'au sarit intotdeauna in ajutor si m'au ascultat.Pentru ca imi vor binele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIRUNA.Care ma suporta cu orele aproape in fiecare zi povestindu'i intruna despre acelas EL sau NOI.Ca oricat de nepriceputa ar fi la consolari de fiecare data cand plang,ea,este totusi persoana calma si realista,si fie ca recunosc sau nu,ma aduce cu picioarele pe pamant,si tot ea,este cea care imi cumpara Cola si Ciocolata si ma duce pe pod,ca sa ma simt mai bine.Pentru ca din cauza ei si a cartilor ei am ajuns sa detest mirosurile explicite in carti,din cauza ca mi'a dat sa citesc Parfumul.Ca tot ea este cea care ma suporta in zilele mele teribiliste,glumele stupide la adresa ei si loviturile afectuoase.Pentru ca numai cu ea pot asculta TOOL fara sa ne pese si tot cu ea ascultam la mare Champagne Supernova.Ca desi nu ne apropiasem de mult timp,m'a ajutat sa trec peste chestii nasoale,si tot ea imi spune in fiecare zi ''Ce rea esti'' pentru ca detest injur fac rau si sunt nesimtita cu persoanele care i'au facut ei rau.Pentru ca e colega mea de banca,si tin la ea muult de tot,si nu vreau alta colega,ca ne gandim in unele ore rasfoind agende la ce facultati sa dam,impreuna.Pentru ca numai noi visam sa ajungem bogate,intr-o casa mare,sa fim artiste,si la 18 ani sa vizitam Curvetia si Centuranchester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cristina(Microb).In care am incredere si pot discuta ore intregi cu ea subiecte serioase de orice maniera.Facem mereu aceleasi lucruri inconstient si gandim uneori la fel.Pentru ca ea trebuie doar sa se intoarca un pic cu fata la mine sa zambeasca si sa stiu ca va sa imi zica ceva,sau ca are chef sa iesim,sau ca va lua metroul de la Iancului.Detestam aceleasi persoane din aceleasi motive si ramanem masca de fiecare data cand cineva din clasa mai face un lucru odios sau cand vedem unele tipe din clasa cat de bune se simt dar de fapt sunt niste grase cu pulpe cat vacile adulte.Ca uneori cand nu avem ce face jucam WC-ul cu cacat,sau Scrabble,unde eu gasesc cele mai aiurea cuvinte ca ''Fesieri''.Ca noi iubim mult,si ''ne'am asezat''.Pentru ca ne cunoastem mai bn decat toate si nu avem nici o jena.Pentru ca mereu mi'a sarit in ajutor,m'a ascultat,m'a consolat.si pentru ca avem acelas joc preferat,si stam in Super Gorjului,sa jucam whist,macao,trombon,blackjack,razboi,remi si wc-ul cu cacat.Si ieri i'a murit caracterul din Sims.Si mereu imi spune ''Cat de frumi esti!'' si tot ea imi aduce ultimele retusuri la machiaj inainte sa plec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emy.Este cea tupeista,mica dar a naibii si iti da jet fara sa'i pese.Pentru ca m'am apropiat greu de ea si acum o ador si o alint.Rade la sunetele mele onomatopeice si cantam amandoua ''Mr.Hankey the christmas poo''.Il uram pe Mili pt prostia de care da dovada si il flituim.Ca ea este acolo sa'mi dea o palma serioasa daca visez prea mult,sau sa ma linisteasca atunci cand mi'e teama.Pentru ca stie cum sunt din niste micute semne astrologice si niciodata nu a gresit.Ca e pudica si funny si rade adorabil apoi rad si eu cu ea si ptc avem o intuitie buna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana.M'a gazduit la ea si m'a lasat sa o chinui.Ca mi'am facut un dus la ea si m'am imbracat intro bluzita sexy.Ptc tunde genial si e f hotarata.Pentru ca desi sta in acelas bloc cu varamiu nu stam f mult impreuna dar o cunosc numai cand ma uit la mine.Ca suntem Raci.Si suntem incapatanati.Si sensibili.Pentru ca vom fi impreuna la mare si ne vom distra si vom povesti si ne vom imbata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si asta e pt voi.Ca va iubesc.Si sunteti ale mele.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-6534531144978579902?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/6534531144978579902/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=6534531144978579902' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1943056417836718375.post-8712298214030526461</id><published>2009-04-11T11:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T11:28:14.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude...</title><content type='html'>I FUCKIN LOVE YOU!GET IT?I LOVE YOU!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-8712298214030526461?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/8712298214030526461/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=8712298214030526461' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/8712298214030526461'/><link 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fk8vPt-OdaQ/Sd5qgDUb3wI/AAAAAAAAAMg/HYxEmS-C820/s320/PICT0734.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322808908477882114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajungi sa nu sti de tine din cauza unui sentiment.Si ce'i?Vrei sa stii ce e cu sentimentu ala?Vrei sa sti ce'i cu iubirea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca zici ca ti'a pus dumnezeu mana in cap ca tia dat pe unu care'i bun.Si zici ca il iubesti ca nu te vezi fara el si ce sa spun faci totu pentru el,pentru ca esti fata,pentru ca esti proasta,pentru ca esti manipulata.Dar nu tarziu iti dai seama ca iubirea asta nu'i cum ai crezut.Ca este o cursa continua despre:pe cine doare in cur mai tare.Care e mai puternic.Care e mai acid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iti dai seama ca tot sentimentu asta e despre cat de mari ai tatele si daca nu le ai tre sa suporti de la el replici misogine gen ''ce barbat ar vrea una fara tate'' si esti obligata sa te complaci pentru ca nu poti face altceva mai bun,daca iti spune asta tocmai omul pe care il iubesti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si cica esti dragutsa cand te enervezi,si face asta des.Si nu te deranjeaza,dar apoi se plange tot el ca de ce devii paranoica.STII,E CAUZA SI EFECT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dupaia,ca tot te'a facut mata fata ca sa fi proasta tuturor,zici,il iubesc muuult,si il adooor,si hai sa-i faci o surpriza,sa-l faci fericit,ca voia sa te vada,si recurgi la inimaginabil,dandu'le somnifere parintilor tai,ca sa nu auda usa,si te duci si faci dus si descui usa,apoi suni,sa'i spui.Si nu primesti nimic mai mult decat un busy tone sec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apoi alt buzy tone,si un altu,si la nesfarsit,si nici un raspuns la sms.Ca despre asta e iubirea si despre chinurile epilarii inutile pe care orice fata le suporta de dragul partenerului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca tu ca fata ce esti iubita,esti oricum printre ultimele lucruri care conteaza ca,nu esti in nici un caz mai presus de prietenii lui si esti lasata ultima.Ca esti sursa de placere la plictiseala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca primesti un alt busy tone si daca iti raspunde intrun final vezi ca e mult prea optimist si superficial.In mintea lui acolo,totu e ok,nici o problema,NU?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si nu zici nimic,ca tot il iubesti,si cand suferi,sti doar tu,pentru ca taci,taci si iar taci.Ca vina ta e ca esti o fata stabila care iubeste.Si poate ca s'ar potoli daca i'ai trimite un colet cu inima ta scoasa.Poate ca si'ar da si el seama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si dupaia te intrebi cat mai rezisti.Si iti dai seama ca muult.Foarte mult.Si n'ai ce face.Nu vrei sa faci ceva,pentru ca VREI sa ramai cu el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ca sa ii mai ierti din rautati.Iti asezi capul pe perna inainte de culcare cu ochii in lacrimi si iti spui ca nu a vrut.Ca te iubeste oricum.Si il iubesti si tu,infinit.Apoi stingi lumina si te iei cu mainile de burta inclestand'o si iti schimonosesti fata de plans,simtint durere in piept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESPRE ASTA E IUBIREA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*si nu tot ce am scris se aplica la mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1943056417836718375-4219788100357441394?l=honeythief.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://honeythief.blogspot.com/feeds/4219788100357441394/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1943056417836718375&amp;postID=4219788100357441394' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/4219788100357441394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1943056417836718375/posts/default/4219788100357441394'/><link rel='alternate' 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