<?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-7160434497812401919</id><updated>2011-08-02T13:10:28.523-07:00</updated><category term='miss you'/><category term='yoooou.'/><category term='pentru tine'/><category term='ily.'/><category term='me'/><category term='songs'/><category term='Dianna'/><category term='about me'/><category term='about me.'/><category term='pentru  ea'/><category term='love'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='love.'/><category term='hope'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Crash, love, hope..</title><subtitle type='html'>Nothing you never seen before.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160434497812401919/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nikiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718762046584730345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/SpZVUg8nzzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bJd9bW0249k/S220/Image(346).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160434497812401919.post-7649081270736182698</id><published>2009-10-20T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T08:15:24.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One year, one friend. (:.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/St3T9cl6O4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/0oKRw5X8riI/s1600-h/Picture+039+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/St3T9cl6O4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/0oKRw5X8riI/s400/Picture+039+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394700981260401538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/St3TvhnCp0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bsVSP-hbsSo/s1600-h/Picture+423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/St3TvhnCp0I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bsVSP-hbsSo/s400/Picture+423.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394700742089156418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/St3Tfjyd7JI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ezmIG4CwN-s/s1600-h/Picture+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/St3ShqXmYgI/AAAAAAAAADo/U2o9oOH3e4w/s400/K%C3%A9p022+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394699404410511874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/St3SZxc4n_I/AAAAAAAAADg/J66KfXJxJTQ/s1600-h/K%C3%A9p022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/St3SZxc4n_I/AAAAAAAAADg/J66KfXJxJTQ/s200/K%C3%A9p022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394699268872773618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="fullpost"&gt;Uneori stau si ma gandesc&lt;br /&gt;Doamne,&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu cum sa-i multumesc&lt;br /&gt;Cum,&lt;br /&gt;Sa-i multumesc pentru tot ce a facut,&lt;br /&gt;Mi-a dat curaj sa devin cine acum sunt,&lt;br /&gt;M-a-ntarit: "Fata mergi inainte,&lt;br /&gt;O sa ai parte si de fapte nu doar de cuvinte,&lt;br /&gt;Orice ar fii voi fii aici mereu,&lt;br /&gt;Stii bine te poti baza ai spijinul meu"&lt;br /&gt;Mi-ai dat doamne tot ce-i mai frumos nu se putea&lt;br /&gt;Mi-ai dat speranta sa traiesc&lt;br /&gt;Si-o traiesc prin ea&lt;br /&gt;Mi-a fost alaturi zile bune si nopti grele,&lt;br /&gt;Cand plangeam din despartiri sau barfe rele,&lt;br /&gt;De mici copii ea mereu ma apara,&lt;br /&gt;Acum ca-i mare e ca si mama mea,&lt;br /&gt;Ma alinta,ma rasfata cat se poate&lt;br /&gt;SI plang si dorm sa ma trezesc la realitate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cazi,te ridici,tot ce-ti zici e rabdare,&lt;br /&gt;Plangi,te distrugi,vrei sa fugi si te doare&lt;br /&gt;Dai tot ce ai si ce n-ai,&lt;br /&gt;Totusi pare&lt;br /&gt;Ca nu te descurci sa le pui lumea la picioare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acam vad,a venit si randul meu&lt;br /&gt;Sa am grija de ea asa cum a facut ea mereu&lt;br /&gt;Si nu pot doamne,mainile imi sunt legate&lt;br /&gt;Cum pot sa fac sa o trezesc la realitate&lt;br /&gt;Sa pot sa spun ca viata nu e nedreapta&lt;br /&gt;Sa uite tot ce a fost ca-i fata desteapta&lt;br /&gt;Ca merita tot ce e mai bun&lt;br /&gt;Trecutul e trecut,viitorul conteaza acum.&lt;br /&gt;Daca as putea i-as da parte din mine&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa o vad zambind urland de fericire&lt;br /&gt;Sa spuna ca putem sa o luam de la capat&lt;br /&gt;Sa dau peste amintiri asa doar in treacat&lt;br /&gt;Astazi caz,te ridici,maine-ti trece&lt;br /&gt;Iti amintesc ca unde-s 2 puterea creste&lt;br /&gt;Ca impreuna trecem peste tot,&lt;br /&gt;Ca o prietenie trece si prin foc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cazi,te ridici,tot ce-ti zici e rabdare,&lt;br /&gt;Plangi,te distrugi,vrei sa fugi si te doare&lt;br /&gt;Dai tot ce ai si ce n-ai,&lt;br /&gt;Totusi pare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca nu te descurci sa le pui lumea la picioare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu una iti multumesc mult pentru tot.&lt;br /&gt;Un an, haa!&lt;br /&gt;Si a trecut pe neobservate, a trecut ..&lt;br /&gt;Si va mai fi, sa speram.&lt;br /&gt;Te iubesc mult, Anna.&lt;br /&gt;Te iubesc.&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160434497812401919-7649081270736182698?l=forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com/feeds/7649081270736182698/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-year-one-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160434497812401919/posts/default/7649081270736182698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160434497812401919/posts/default/7649081270736182698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-year-one-friend.html' title='One year, one friend. (:.'/><author><name>nikiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718762046584730345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/SpZVUg8nzzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bJd9bW0249k/S220/Image(346).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/St3T9cl6O4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/0oKRw5X8riI/s72-c/Picture+039+%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160434497812401919.post-9155440150610270811</id><published>2009-10-15T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T11:19:17.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Te iubesc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nu stiu ce-a fost cu mine azi…N-am avut chef de nimic…In seara asta sunt melancolica, trista…Mi-e  dor de tine.&lt;br /&gt;Una dintre cele mai mari temeri ale mele este sa nu te pierd pe tine.&lt;br /&gt; As ajunge sa fiu ultimul om de pe pamant fara tine.&lt;br /&gt; Tu-mi dai puterea de a zambi, de a merge mai departe.&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca pare foarte greu, tu reusesti sa faci sa para atat de usor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa te pierd pentru ca te iubesc si nu ma vad fara tine.&lt;br /&gt;Esti raza aia de lumina pe care am asteptat-o.Esti caldura ce-mi incalzeste sufletul.&lt;br /&gt; Esti totul.Esti insasi viata mea.&lt;br /&gt; Esti motivul pentru care creierul meu inca mai gandeste si inima mea inca mai bate.&lt;br /&gt; Esti un fel de by-pass pentru mine doar ca bateriile pe care le am sunt hranite de iubirea ta. Ia-ma in brate si spune-mi ca nu se va intampla niciodata.&lt;br /&gt;Saruta-ma si alunga durerea. Te iubesc.&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau decat sa te vad, sa te aud, sa stiu ca esti langa mine…macar pentru 5 minute…&lt;br /&gt;Pana acum nu credeam ca cineva ma poate face sa ma pierd, sa uit de mine. TU faci asta…E pur si simplu incredibil.&lt;br /&gt;Esti tot ce mi-am dorit vreodata. Nu exista moment sa nu ma gandesc la tine, sa nu ma intreb “oare ce faci, esti bine?”… Esti drogul meu si daca trece mai mult timp in care nu stiu de tine ma simt de parca intru in sevraj. Am nervi, sunt agitata, trista…am toate starile din lume. am nevoie in permanenta de o doza de TINE, altfel simt ca o iau pur si simplu razna…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti-am mai spus-o, cred ca de zeci de ori, dar ti-o mai spun inca o data: ESTI TOTUL PENTRU MINE&lt;br /&gt; Golurile ce le am in mine doar tu le faci pline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te iubesc prea mult sau sunt intradevar nebuna; oricum ar fi, esti universul meu. Nu-mi mai pasa ce cred ceilalti, cine ce ma sfatuieste, ce vorbesc invidiosii sau mai bine zis, nu-mi mai pasa de nimeni si nimic. IN AFARA DE TINE. Am ajuns la concluzia ca vreau sa traiesc fiecare clipa cu tine la maximum fara sa-mi mai pese de nimic. Am sa fac asa cum am facut tot timpul: voi crede in tot ce zici tu si am sa fac cum vrei tu fara sa mai intreb" De ce?". Nu mai conteaza “de ce” atata timp cat esti fericit, asa sunt si eu.&lt;br /&gt;” OF COURSE I LOVE YOU AND THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT”. Nu stiu ce as mai putea spune..&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor de tineeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;szeretlek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160434497812401919-9155440150610270811?l=forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com/feeds/9155440150610270811/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com/2009/10/te-iubesc.html#comment-form' title='2 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160434497812401919/posts/default/9155440150610270811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160434497812401919/posts/default/9155440150610270811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com/2009/10/te-iubesc.html' title='Te iubesc.'/><author><name>nikiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718762046584730345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/SpZVUg8nzzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bJd9bW0249k/S220/Image(346).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160434497812401919.post-9019427680005228154</id><published>2009-10-14T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T08:49:31.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fara titlu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mood: Happy.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Lenka- The show.&lt;br /&gt;Azi a fost o zi oribila.&lt;br /&gt;O zi mai rea, mai neagra, mai monotona, mai intunecata decat celelalte.&lt;br /&gt;Azi m-am racit, azi am cazut de n ori, azi mi-am suflat nasul de zece mii de ori, azi am asteptat mai mult decat oricand, azi am simtit ce e singuratatea, azi am realizat multe, azi s-au schimbat multe, dar..nu. Eu nu m-am schimbat.&lt;br /&gt;Nu am de gand sa ma schimb, atata timp cat stiu ca exista oameni pe lumea asta care  ma sustin.&lt;br /&gt;Surpriza, incep sa ma inteleg cu mama.&lt;br /&gt;In saptamana ce a trecut, ne vedeam aproape zilnic, m-a scos afara de mai multe ori, si nu i-a fost sila sa  ma ia de mana, nu i-a fost sila sa ma imbratiseze, nu i-a fost sila sa imi spuna ca ma iubeste.&lt;br /&gt;Dupa cum spuneam, am realizat multe astazi.&lt;br /&gt;Colegele mele au devenit mult mai de treaba anul asta.&lt;br /&gt;Poate ca m-am schimbat eu, si dupa cum vad, reactia lor nu a intarziat sa soseasca.&lt;br /&gt;Mdap.&lt;br /&gt;VREAU LA MARE!&lt;br /&gt;dap. =D.&lt;br /&gt;si vreau inapoi la Moni, si vreau in multe locuri.&lt;br /&gt;Vreau la Diamond.&lt;br /&gt;A trecut mult timp de cand nu am scris despre el.&lt;br /&gt;Il iubesc, si el (sper ca) stie asta, vreau sa fie langa mine in fiecare clipa.&lt;br /&gt;szeretleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek.!&lt;br /&gt;vreau inapoi prietenii pierdute, legaturi rupte, vreau sa uit de multe, de certuri, de tot ce a fost rau, vreau sa previn tot ceea ce ar putea lua o intorsatura rea.&lt;br /&gt;m-am plictisit.&lt;br /&gt;incerc sa inghit aceeasi prajitura de 20 de minute, ma doare stomacul, ametesc, si mi-e rau.&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu imi pasa, maine va fi mai bine, maine va fi o noua zi, un nou inceput, si maine va fi perfect.:)&lt;br /&gt;Hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160434497812401919-9019427680005228154?l=forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com/feeds/9019427680005228154/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com/2009/10/fara-titlu.html#comment-form' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160434497812401919/posts/default/9019427680005228154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160434497812401919/posts/default/9019427680005228154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com/2009/10/fara-titlu.html' title='fara titlu.'/><author><name>nikiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718762046584730345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/SpZVUg8nzzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bJd9bW0249k/S220/Image(346).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160434497812401919.post-6541520175042065616</id><published>2009-10-02T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T08:23:53.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mood: Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Listening to : Demi Lovato - Stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iubirea ta imi da viata. Te iubesc si asta ma face sa fiu mai buna, mai frumoasa, mai intelegatoare, dar iubirea ta pentru mine ma face sa fiu cea mai buna, cea mai frumoasa, cea mai intelegatoare. TE IUBESC e putin spus. TE ADOR parca se apropie de ceea ce simt eu pentru tine. Eu te iubesc mai mult decat te iubesc, te ador mai mult decat te ador, te ador mai mai mult decat ieri si mai putin decat maine. Privirea ta imi da aer, existenta ta ma face sa fiu constienta de existenta mea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mi-e greu sa-ti multumesc in cuvinte pentru tot ceea ce mi-ai daruit in luna ce a trecut… e greu sa scriu in vorbe simple cat de mult insemni pentru mine… Pot doar sa-ti spun cat de mult TE IUBESC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nimeni nu-mi poate fura zambetul care-mi apare cand ma gandesc la tine. Si nimeni nu-mi poate fura inima, pentru ca ea deja iti apartine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pentru mine zilele si noptile poarta numele tau, pentru mine aerul poarta numele tau, universul poarta numele tau, si inima mea poarta numele tau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cand vantul adie, iti aud vocea, cand soarele rasare, imi amintesc ca am un motiv pentru care sa ma trezesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uite ca a trecut o luna, dar dupa cum ai spus si tu, parca te stiu de o viata. (:.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Imi colorezi viata intr'un fel, scoti mereu ce e mai bun din mine, ma ajuti, ma sprijini, ma ridici de la pamant mereu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nu stiu daca as putea sa cer mai mult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Da, defapt, as putea..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nu e mult, e doar o dorinta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As vrea sa te am langa mine mereu, sa ma strangi in brate mereu, si sa simt mereu cat de mult ma iubesti, sa nu'mi pese de nimic cand sunt cu tine, si sa simt fluturi in stomac fiecare data cand te privesc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Poate cer prea mult, poate nu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Timpul va decide asta, iar eu nu pot sa fac nimic mai mult decat sa astept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sa astept..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Te iubesc mult, nu pot sa ma exprim cand e vorba de sentimentele mele fata de tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vreau sa te am langa mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyday. &lt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lysm. &lt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ily. imy. iwy. iny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160434497812401919-6541520175042065616?l=forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com/feeds/6541520175042065616/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com/2009/10/anniversary.html#comment-form' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160434497812401919/posts/default/6541520175042065616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160434497812401919/posts/default/6541520175042065616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com/2009/10/anniversary.html' title='Anniversary.'/><author><name>nikiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718762046584730345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/SpZVUg8nzzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bJd9bW0249k/S220/Image(346).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160434497812401919.post-3734431092731508366</id><published>2009-09-26T00:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T00:47:55.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Despre singuratate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pana la urma ce cautam in viata asta? Pana la urma de ce ne lasam condusi de acea dorinta de a avea pe cineva alaturi si de ce o data ce obtinem asta tindem spre singuratate?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ce imi lipseste? Habar nu am… teoretic sunt bine, teoretic sunt fericita, teoretic ar trebui sa ma simt norocoasa. Si atunci ce are ziua asta de parca nimic nu merge bine. Ma gandesc ca poate am nevoie de un moment cu mine insumi, de un pic de spatiu, de binecuvantata mea singuratate, de diminetile in care simteam numai parfum de somn… Dar, atunci de ce gandul de a nu-l avea ma face sa am indoieli?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oricat ne-ar placea sa credem suntem fiinte independente si oricat de frumoasa ar fi singuratatea si linistea alergam ca bezmeticii dupa compania cuiva, dupa parerea cuiva… Si atunci, nu pot sa nu ma intreb, ce mama dracului vreau?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Am citit undeva o cugetare care suna cam asa: atunci cand eram mic imi doream sa fiu Dumnezeu (o da, si inca vreau), insa nu mi-am dat seama cat e de greu sa iubesti si sa fi singur… Explicati-mi de ce atunci cand avem in fata o situatie simpla tindem spre a o complica? De ce avem pretentia ca toata lumea sa gandeasca si sa actioneze ca noi insa ne credem unici? De ce nu ne multumim cu ceea ce avem si desi cunoastem teoria care spune ca “daca fortezi face poc!” ne hazardam? Si de ce mintea unei femei este atat de complicata si vesnic nemultumita?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oare sentimentele mi-au intunecat judecata? Oare am ajuns sa cad in propria mea capcana, in propriul meu joc si am pierdut cu propriile mele arme sau reguli?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Am invatat de la viata ca singuratatea, adevarata singuratate nu se etaleaza, despre ea nu se vorbeste si ea doar se simte… e nu are nevoie de regrete sau lacrimi… ea se accepta si o data cu acceptarea vine si starea de bine, confortul tau cu tine insuti, maturitatea. Singuratatea are partile ei bune, naste tabieturi si pasiuni, naste ganduri si raspunsuri sincere. Am acceptat singuratatea si am invatat sa ma bucur de ea cu toata sinceritatea… si atunci de ce nu imi vine sa ma intorc la ea? .&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Am obosit… ma gandesc prea mult. Uneori ma blestem ca nu am ignoranta necesara pentru a fi o simpla fata. Uneori imi doresc sa nu judec, sa fiu proasta pentru ca pana la urma ceea ce nu stii nu te doare, nu?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“ – Poate ca acu-ai sa intelegi. Tu-l ai pe George. Tu stii bine ca vine ’napoi. Da’ ia zi ca n-ai pe nimeni. (…) Ia zi c-ar trebui sa stai aciia singur si sa citesti carti. (…) Geaba citesti carti. Omu’ are nevoie de altii langa el. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;– Omu’ se ticaloseste daca n-are pe nimeni. Fie cum o fi, da’ sa fie cineva langa tine. Iti spui io, striga, iti spui io, omu’ cand e prea singur se-mbolnaveste. ”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John Steinbeck – “Soareci si oameni”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160434497812401919-3734431092731508366?l=forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com/feeds/3734431092731508366/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com/2009/09/despre-singuratate.html#comment-form' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160434497812401919/posts/default/3734431092731508366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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guess.&lt;br /&gt;Nu am chef de nimic..&lt;br /&gt;Nu am chef de muzica,nu am chef de scris, nu am chef de prieteni, de mancare, de familie...&lt;br /&gt;E prima oara..&lt;br /&gt;Sa nu am chef de muzica e ciudat..&lt;br /&gt;De obicei nu ma pot opri din ascultat..&lt;br /&gt;Dar acum.. pur si simplu nu vreau.&lt;br /&gt;Si stiu motivul.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu motivul pentru care sunt atat de trista.&lt;br /&gt;Am fost ranita.&lt;br /&gt;Again, and again, and again...&lt;br /&gt;A fost o persoana in viata mea, despre care am crezut ca e cea mai importanta.&lt;br /&gt;Despre care am crezut ca nu m'ar lasa niciodata.&lt;br /&gt;A fost o persoana pe care am iubit'o, o iubesc si o voi iubi.&lt;br /&gt;Ea acum e fericita, acum e "in love", acum nu ii mai pasa de mine.&lt;br /&gt;Acum m'a lasat, acum nu mai vrea.&lt;br /&gt;M'a ranit, si sufar din cauza ei.&lt;br /&gt;Eh, voi trece peste.&lt;br /&gt;Candva..&lt;br /&gt;Dar o voi iubi mereu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ILY,Dianna.&lt;br /&gt;:(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160434497812401919-3440710586753941645?l=forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com/feeds/3440710586753941645/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-its-another-rainy-day.html#comment-form' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160434497812401919/posts/default/3440710586753941645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160434497812401919/posts/default/3440710586753941645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-its-another-rainy-day.html' title='Oh, it&apos;s another rainy day.'/><author><name>nikiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718762046584730345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/SpZVUg8nzzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bJd9bW0249k/S220/Image(346).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160434497812401919.post-6326171884071824882</id><published>2009-09-24T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T10:04:56.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joyful school days/NOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mood: Mi'e dor&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: nothing, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;broken dreams, broken wings, broken friendship.&lt;br /&gt;nimic de zis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asta a fost, I guess?&lt;br /&gt;nu mai am incredere in oameni.&lt;br /&gt;multumesc pentru fiecare inselatorie si vorba pe la spate, multumesc pentru fiecare minciuna.&lt;br /&gt;va multumesc tuturor, pentru tot.&lt;br /&gt;this was it.&lt;br /&gt;eu una m'am saturat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160434497812401919-6326171884071824882?l=forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com/feeds/6326171884071824882/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com/2009/09/joyful-school-daysnot.html#comment-form' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160434497812401919/posts/default/6326171884071824882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160434497812401919/posts/default/6326171884071824882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com/2009/09/joyful-school-daysnot.html' title='Joyful school days/NOT!'/><author><name>nikiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718762046584730345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/SpZVUg8nzzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bJd9bW0249k/S220/Image(346).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160434497812401919.post-5325797544417010338</id><published>2009-09-13T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T13:19:13.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hai strage'ma de umeri si trage'ma in povesti de litoral.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mood: Happy&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Justin Bieber - One time.&lt;br /&gt;Huh, alt post despre el. Incetul cu incetul ar trebui  sa'i dedic lui blogul, nu? :)). Si totusi, ma gandeam ca alt subiect nu as avea nici macar daca as incerca din rasputeri. Singurul meu gand, singurul meu cantec ce il fredonez de'alungul zilei esti tu.Postul de astazi  va fi putin mai happy. Nu  ma intrebati de ce, nici eu nu stiu. Hai sa trecem la subiect.&lt;br /&gt;Ah,Tu.&lt;br /&gt;Cand eram mica, visam si eu despre Fat-Frumos, care vine calare si ma ia pe Taramul Fericirii, unde putem trai fericiti pana la ad..shiit, stop! suna prea siropos, si oricum nu merita. Defapt, toata aceasta viziune cu printii, in zilele noastre s'a schimbat in viziunea unui tip multimilionar, care vine cu BMW'ul lui benga si te ia la cel mai "jmen" club din oras. No white horse, no prince, no romance. Cum putem trai intr'o lume fara iubire?!Wake up people, se darama totul in jurul nostru, si noi lasam asta?&lt;br /&gt;Ei bine, eu nu pot sa traiesc fara iubire.Am cautat cu disperare un baiat care sa readuca romantismul in viata mea. And when least expected, ai aparut Tu. Nu ma simteam bine in lumea asta de cacat. Acum, nu'mi pasa de ea. Acum, tu esti lumea mea. &lt;3. Da,da. Nu imi pasa de ce cred altii. Nu imi pasa de opinia colegilor mei tampiti.Sa nu intelegi gresit, opinia nu e despre tine,am spus asta pentru ca stiu la ce te'ai gandi prima oara cand citesti asta.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, iubindu'te pe tine mi'am dat seama ca ma simt exact ca un caracter dintr'un film care imi place mult. Bridget Jones' Diary 2 aka The  edge of reason. Daca nu l'ati vazut, sa va uitati, pentru ca merita. Intotdeauna mi'am imaginat iubirea exact cum incepe filmul. Cei doi alearga pe un camp, el spre ea, ea spre el, pana ce ajung in bratele celuilalt.&lt;br /&gt;"You always wonder how it's going to work out at the end of the story. Maria and Captain von Trapp, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, Mark Darcy and Bridget Jones.I've found my happy ending at least. And nothing in the world can spoil it."&lt;br /&gt;Nikee and Diamond? Cum se va termina? Hope it will end with an everlasting love. I've found my happy ending too. Si nimic nu poate sa'mi distruga fericirea. Nimic.Nimeni.&lt;br /&gt;Ily.Ily.Ily. And I'll do it until the  sun rises every morning. Teiubesc ma!&lt;br /&gt;Favorite quotes:&lt;br /&gt;"He really is very,very,very nice.&lt;br /&gt;(Bridget is typing a message to Mark)&lt;br /&gt;-I miss you already.&lt;br /&gt;(Mark runs back to Bridget)&lt;br /&gt;-I miss you too."&lt;br /&gt;"Have never been happier in entire life. However, must not obsess or fantasize.&lt;br /&gt;[pause]&lt;br /&gt;Bridget Jones: Bridget Darcy; Mrs. Darcy; Mr. and Mrs. Darcy; Lord and Lady Darcy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridget Jones: [diary] Wonder what Mark Darcy would be like as a father. Father to his children I mean, not to me. That would be weird Oedipus-like thought.At last, life is on track. Bridget Jones- fiancee, wife, mother."&lt;br /&gt;"-What do you want?&lt;br /&gt;-I'd like to come up.You are after all, my girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;-Even though I shouted at you and called you an arrogant arse?&lt;br /&gt;-Unfortunately, yes. You see, the problematic thing is..I love you.&lt;br /&gt;-W-what?!&lt;br /&gt;-I said I love you.&lt;br /&gt;-I'm sorry, I missed that again.&lt;br /&gt;-I said I love you, for God's sake!&lt;br /&gt;-All right, no need to shout. I'll come down and let you in."&lt;br /&gt;Loveya. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160434497812401919-5325797544417010338?l=forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com/feeds/5325797544417010338/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com/2009/09/hai-stragema-de-umeri-si-tragema-in.html#comment-form' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160434497812401919/posts/default/5325797544417010338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160434497812401919/posts/default/5325797544417010338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com/2009/09/hai-stragema-de-umeri-si-tragema-in.html' title='Hai strage&apos;ma de umeri si trage&apos;ma in povesti de litoral.'/><author><name>nikiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718762046584730345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/SpZVUg8nzzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bJd9bW0249k/S220/Image(346).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160434497812401919.post-2401327467028687393</id><published>2009-09-11T15:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T00:58:01.461-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yoooou.'/><title type='text'>Tu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/SqtUWkSwUwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/KwTQzgmGfMw/s1600-h/Don__t_Leave_Me____by_Pandanni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/SqtUWkSwUwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/KwTQzgmGfMw/s200/Don__t_Leave_Me____by_Pandanni.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380486926500385538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mood: I don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Listening to: Voices in my head.&lt;br /&gt;Another day, another chapter of my shitty life.&lt;br /&gt;Yeaah. M'am obisnuit deja sa ma cert  cu mama, nu e un lucru nou.M'am obisnuit ca e o idioata, m'am obisnuit, si nu imi pasa de ea.Defapt, nu imi pasa de nimic.Un singur lucru imi e in minte, un singur cuvant imi sfasie gatul, un singur cuvant vrea sa iasa de acolo, si acela esti Tu.&lt;br /&gt;Tu, care ai readus soarele in viata mea.&lt;br /&gt;Tu, care mi'ai aratat ca viata mea putrezita are si flori ce isi dau silinta sa iasa la iveala din  pamantul acesta mancat de viermi, inima mea.&lt;br /&gt;Tu, care m'ai invatat sa iubesc, sa sper, sa traiesc.&lt;br /&gt;Tu, care mereu incerci sa ma  convingi ca sunt frumoasa.&lt;br /&gt;Tu, care ma iubesti.&lt;br /&gt;Tu, care ma sustii.&lt;br /&gt;Tu, care suferi din cauza mea, suferi pentru ca nu pot sa'ti demonstrez mereu cat de mare e iubirea pe care ti'o port.&lt;br /&gt;Eu, care chiar acum as patrunge acei 421 de km ce ne despart, eu care ti'as sari in brate, si nu te'as lasa niciodata,eu, care as vrea sa te sarut in fiecare noapte si sa iti soptesc in ureche  "Te iubesc".&lt;br /&gt;Nu am nevoie de bani, nu am nevoie de nimic, am doar nevoie de tine.&lt;br /&gt;"Szeretlek micuta mea raza de soare. Te iubesc mult."&lt;br /&gt;Oh, si nu pot sa ma satur de cuvintele tale dulci, parca ti'as simti mainile mangaindu'mi fata cand vorbesti.&lt;br /&gt;Cand iti aud vocea ziua mi se lumineaza automat, si esti singurul meu motiv pentru care ma trezesc in fiecare dimineata.Cand iti aud vocea, imi vine sa plang de fericire, dar  nu o fac, ma abtin.&lt;br /&gt;Tu esti singurul meu motiv, motivul  meu pentru care mai vreau sa traiesc.&lt;br /&gt;Daca ai fi acum langa mine, nu ti'as vorbi, nu,nu,nu.Pentru ca, la un moment dat,  cuvintele nu  mai au sens, nu mai au rost.&lt;br /&gt;Si capacitatea mea de a vorbi as simti'o inexistenta, nu as auzi nimic in afara de bataia nebuna a  inimii mele,nu as vedea, te'as vedea doar pe tine, nu as spune nimic, doar doua cuvinte. Te iubesc.Si nu m'as satura sa'ti spun acele cuvinte.Daca raman fara aer, atunci urmeaza sa scriu pe o foaie.&lt;br /&gt;Tu nu stii cum a fost viata mea inainte sa te cunosc. Daca acum m'ai lasa, tot ceea ca traieste in mine ar muri.&lt;br /&gt;Eu as muri, inauntrul meu ar fi un gol pustiu.&lt;br /&gt;Asa ca, te rog, nu ma lasa, macar tu sa nu o faci, trebuie sa rezistam cumva.&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa te pierd niciodata .&lt;br /&gt;Niciodata.Niciodata.&lt;br /&gt;Am un singur vis, acela de a fi aproape de tine.&lt;br /&gt;Te iubesc my Diamond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160434497812401919-2401327467028687393?l=forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com/feeds/2401327467028687393/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com/2009/09/tu.html#comment-form' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160434497812401919/posts/default/2401327467028687393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160434497812401919/posts/default/2401327467028687393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com/2009/09/tu.html' title='Tu.'/><author><name>nikiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718762046584730345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/SpZVUg8nzzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bJd9bW0249k/S220/Image(346).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/SqtUWkSwUwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/KwTQzgmGfMw/s72-c/Don__t_Leave_Me____by_Pandanni.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160434497812401919.post-1811069609392627942</id><published>2009-09-09T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T01:54:52.192-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pentru tine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love.'/><title type='text'>Candle without light.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs23/300W/i/2009/244/3/3/iloveyou_by_Diux.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 208px;" src="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs23/300W/i/2009/244/3/3/iloveyou_by_Diux.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mood: Indifferent.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Steleverzi - Ea n'avea nume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astazi nu am luminat si la fel va fi si maine. Si zilele trec, viata e aiurea, si eu nu luminez.&lt;br /&gt;Azi e o saptamana de cand mi'ai spus prima oara ca ma iubesti.&lt;br /&gt;Sa stii, nu am uitat.&lt;br /&gt;2 septembrie,  ora 21:36:08.&lt;br /&gt;Imi esti drag. de ce? pentru ca ai multe calitati pe care cam rar le intalnesti. In ziua de azi rar intalnesti persoane sociabile , si tu esti genul ala de persoana care-mi inspira multa incredere ,simt ca tie-ti pot spune orice, si ca tu nu vei spune nimanui.&lt;br /&gt;De cand am inceput sa te cunosc mai bine, am stiut ca vom fi prieteni buni. Si nici nu mi'a trecut prin cap ca s'ar putea ajunge la asta.&lt;br /&gt;Nu mi'a trecut niciodata prin cap ca tu ai fi capabil sa iubesti o fata cum sunt eu.&lt;br /&gt;Tu mereu ma ajuti cand am nevoie de ceva . Si iti multumesc.multumesc si te iubesc.&lt;br /&gt;Esti o persoana pe care vreau sa o cunosc si in realitate.chiar daca ne stim doar de pe internet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nu stiu cum ai reusit sa'mi obtii inima intr'un timp atat de scurt. Si uneori simt ca mi'ar fi mult mai greu fara tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si spune-mi tu cum pot sa nu te iubesc daca atunci cand sunt departe de tine, in mine totul plange, cerul se rupe deasupra mea si tot ce simt e singuratate tristete si-ntuneric sub o ploaie curgand cu lacrimi?...            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Imi caut glasul, imi caut cuvintele potrivite pentru a-ti putea explica, dar n-am aer. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nu pot. Ma doare tot pieptul de dragostea care o simt pentru tine, si simt c-ar putea exploda din clipa in clipa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Te iubesc. O expresie aparent usoara, fara prea mult sens pentru unii care o pronunta cu atata usurinta, fara a tine cont de adevaratul sentiment care ar trebui sa se ascunda in spatele acestor cuvinte, nu e drept de ce unii pot zice asta fara a se simti vinovati iar altii nu o pot spune nici atunci cand o simt cu adevarat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E atat de nedrept.&lt;br /&gt;Eu nu pot sa o spun.&lt;br /&gt;Cu voce tare, nu pot.&lt;br /&gt;Sper ca ,intr'o zi,  voi capata destul curaj incat sa'ti spun.&lt;br /&gt;Love is nothing else but dedicating every breath you take, &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every word you say, &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every one of your tears, &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every one of your thoughts, &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every one of your dreams, &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every one of your prayers, &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every single piece of your existence &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to one and only one person...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the person you love with your entire heart.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And when you do all that &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then you know your love is true!            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Te iubesc si o voi face mereu.&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca tu nu mai vrei asta.&lt;br /&gt;te iubesc. te iubesc. te iubesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160434497812401919-1811069609392627942?l=forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com/feeds/1811069609392627942/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com/2009/09/candle-without-light.html#comment-form' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160434497812401919/posts/default/1811069609392627942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160434497812401919/posts/default/1811069609392627942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com/2009/09/candle-without-light.html' title='Candle without light.'/><author><name>nikiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718762046584730345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/SpZVUg8nzzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bJd9bW0249k/S220/Image(346).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160434497812401919.post-7821899827894683159</id><published>2009-09-07T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T01:02:55.256-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me.'/><title type='text'>About me? nea.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/SqX2X7Qi8sI/AAAAAAAAACw/5b-iixFf2QU/s1600-h/user_9769768_1166811363288_box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/SqX2X7Qi8sI/AAAAAAAAACw/5b-iixFf2QU/s320/user_9769768_1166811363288_box.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378976220868440770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hai sa zicem ca a inceput o noua  etapa in viata mea.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, mi s'au deschis ochii, sau cel putin unul dintre ei.&lt;br /&gt;Acum 2-3 zile lucruri de genuri "oare ce gandesc prietenii mei despre mine?" mi'au trecut prin cap.&lt;br /&gt;Si raspunsul nu a intarziat sa soseasca, iata opiniile lor.&lt;br /&gt;(Deocamdata sunt putini care au scris, dar in timp va creste numarul)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ce pot sa zic eu despre tine Nikiee este ca esti MY SUPERCOW, si asa vei ramâne forever.stiu ca ne-am certat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;si poate am fost putin idioata în tot ce-am facut,dar sa stii ca nu am vrut sa-ti distrug niciodata viata , si nici n-o s-o fac vreodata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stiu ca m-ai iertat , si suntem din nou împreuna, si pormit solemn de data asta , ca asa vom ramâne pentru totdeuna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ILY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/l/love2.gif" alt=":love:" title="Love" width="26" height="17" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Nimic nu pretuisete mai mult decât un prieten credincios".-Septuaginta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nikiee,Nikiee,Nikiee.Nikiie?Nikiee. Ea e desteaptaaaaa. Da, da, m'a ajutat cu codurile de pe hi5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/l/lmao.gif" alt=":lmao:" title="Laughing my ass off!" width="19" height="21" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; a, si e draguta, si dulceee,si e de treaba. sisisisi. asa mai departe. ma suporta. pe mineeee?! aaa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/g/giggle.gif" alt=":giggle:" title="Giggle" width="17" height="15" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ceea ce mi se pare putin imposibil, dar e un lucru bun, totuusi. Da, inca nu ne'am intalnit. Dar cand ajunge acasa, o scot afara si nu o mai las sa plece. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/l/love2.gif" alt=":love:" title="Love" width="26" height="17" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. Da, ea ma iubeste, stiu asta. Si cand incepem sa vorbim, aw, atunci vorbim foarte mult. minute? neaa. ORE. Sisisi. Pentru mine ea va ramane mereu Nikitaaaaa. T-E-I-U-B-E-S-C! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O iubesc pe Nikie, este o prietena foarte buna. Daca am vreo problema,ea ma asculta, si imi da sfaturi daca ii cer, am foarte mare inceredere in ea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abia astept sa vina odata acasa sa o vad. 13 zileee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/l/love2.gif" alt=":love:" title="Love" width="26" height="17" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. Cateodata se comporta destul de ciudat, nu prea vorbeste cu oamenii, dar anyway, toti avem zile mai proaste. Daca sunt suparata, intotdeauna ma inveseleste, si vice versa. Avem multe lucruri in comun, poate din cauza asta ne intelegem atat de bine. Daca trebuie, ne ajutam una pe cealalta. Este o fata foarte de treaba, rar gasesti asa prietena. Pot sa am incredere in ea fara conditii, asta imi place cel mai mult la ea. Daca ceva bun sau chiar rau i se intampla mereu m'i se destainuie, simt ca are incredere in mine. Incercam sa fim cat mai sincere una cu cealalta, cel putin eu, pentru ca stiu ca ea este. Ma bucur ca am o prietena ca ea. TEIUBESC NIKIEE. &lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Roxx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stii cat te iubesc Nikieee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/h/hug.gif" alt=":hug:" title="Hug" width="38" height="15" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/h/heart.gif" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" width="15" height="13" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tu mereu mai ajutat de cate ori am avut nevoie.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cand am fost suparata mai ascultat si mai facut sa uit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/h/heart.gif" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" width="15" height="13" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tu copileee stii sa'mi luminezi diminetile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nikieee as striga in gura mare la Mall ca te iubesc daca asta te face fericita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Te iubesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aste's pentru tineee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/h/heart.gif" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" width="15" height="13" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/h/heart.gif" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" width="15" height="13" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/h/heart.gif" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" width="15" height="13" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/h/heart.gif" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" width="15" height="13" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" 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height="13" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/h/heart.gif" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" width="15" height="13" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/h/heart.gif" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" width="15" height="13" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/h/heart.gif" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" width="15" height="13" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/h/heart.gif" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" width="15" height="13" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/h/heart.gif" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" width="15" height="13" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/h/heart.gif" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" width="15" height="13" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/h/heart.gif" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" width="15" height="13" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/h/heart.gif" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" width="15" height="13" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/h/heart.gif" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" width="15" height="13" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/h/heart.gif" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" width="15" height="13" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/h/heart.gif" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" width="15" height="13" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/h/heart.gif" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" width="15" height="13" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/h/heart.gif" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" width="15" height="13" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/h/heart.gif" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" width="15" height="13" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/h/heart.gif" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" width="15" height="13" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/h/heart.gif" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" width="15" height="13" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scuze ca nu's perfecta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/l/love2.gif" alt=":love:" title="Love" width="26" height="17" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si imi pare rau ca nu sunt creativa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Diamoond. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/l/love2.gif" alt=":love:" title="Love" width="26" height="17" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De curând a apărut o persoană în viaţa mea care mi-a redescoperit această zicală. Şi a descoperit-o în adevăratul sens al cuvântului. Ea e acel 'good thing' pe care l-am primit. Această fată..prin puritatea ei,prin copilăria ei,prin zâmbetul ce-l poartă mereu,prin mintea ei sclipitoare...îmi face zilele mai luminoase. Da..şi ce dacă e mai mică ? Şi ce dacă e din alt oraş ? În ăstea câteva zile s-a dovedit a fi o prietenă mai bună decât au făcut-o alţii în ani de zile. Să mă înşel? Să fie o simplă coincidenţă cu acest ' proverb' ? Puţin probabil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KjuZiii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nikiee. Salata mea de fructe. Cu friscaaaaaaa. Chiar daca nu’i place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dulceata. Scumpete. Dragalasenie. E de treaba. Imi da mereu o mana de ajutor.  Everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ea e Nikiee. Puiuletul asta de om l’am cunoscut acum cateva luni. Unde?Pe net. Heh. Inca nu ne’am intalnit, dar atat mi’a fost de ajuns sa o cunosc cat de putin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Probleme, tristete,fericire, plangeri. Deja am impartasit multe momente ca acestea pe yahu mesinger. XD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sfaturi, si iubire. Mereu am primit de la ea lucrurile astea (haleluiaaa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oare ce e Nikie asta pe Pamant? Sau cine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Un ceva micut, cine nu ar putea trai  fara prieteni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A, si fara ciocolata. (Si eu ma gasesc in grupul acesta...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dar, hai sa nu mai prelungim vorba.Daca acum m’as intalni cu ea, atunci nu ar fi prea bine. Si de ce? Pentru ca s’ar sufoca. Si de ce? Pentru ca as imbratisa’o atat de tare incat sa iasa din ea aerul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si da, acum chiar nu mai prelungesc vorba . . Un cuvant ca si 100..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..o iubesc..&lt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vit lav:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KjuZiii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pieeees. Poza e self, fostul meu caine si sora lui. :-&lt;. mi'e dor de tineeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160434497812401919-7821899827894683159?l=forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com/feeds/7821899827894683159/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com/2009/09/about-me-nea.html#comment-form' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160434497812401919/posts/default/7821899827894683159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160434497812401919/posts/default/7821899827894683159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com/2009/09/about-me-nea.html' title='About me? nea.'/><author><name>nikiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718762046584730345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/SpZVUg8nzzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bJd9bW0249k/S220/Image(346).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/SqX2X7Qi8sI/AAAAAAAAACw/5b-iixFf2QU/s72-c/user_9769768_1166811363288_box.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160434497812401919.post-8055147572397549276</id><published>2009-09-03T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T23:27:35.212-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miss you'/><title type='text'>Twilight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/Sp-oLxAKvlI/AAAAAAAAACo/mqN9ndM4AzM/s1600-h/5064_100423656746_699781746_2448937_1867166_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/Sp-oLxAKvlI/AAAAAAAAACo/mqN9ndM4AzM/s320/5064_100423656746_699781746_2448937_1867166_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377201400189730386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mood: I don't care&lt;br /&gt;Listening to : Ceilalti- Apus&lt;br /&gt;Can't explain all the feelings that you're making me feel&lt;br /&gt;My heart's in overdrive and you're behind the steering wheel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touching you, touching me&lt;br /&gt;Touching you cause you're touching me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in a thing called love&lt;br /&gt;Just listen to the rhythm of my heart&lt;br /&gt;There's a chance we could make it now&lt;br /&gt;We'll be rocking 'til the sun goes down&lt;br /&gt;I believe in a thing called love&lt;br /&gt;Ooh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna kiss you every minute, every hour, every day&lt;br /&gt;You got me in a spin but everything is O.K!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touching you, touching me&lt;br /&gt;Touching you cause you're touching me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in a thing called love&lt;br /&gt;Just listen to the rhythm of my heart&lt;br /&gt;There's a chance we could make it now&lt;br /&gt;We'll be rocking 'til the sun goes down&lt;br /&gt;I believe in a thing called love&lt;br /&gt;Ooh! Guitar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touching you, touching me&lt;br /&gt;Touching you cause you're touching me,OOooow!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in a thing called love&lt;br /&gt;Just listen to the rhythm of my heart&lt;br /&gt;There's a chance we could make it now&lt;br /&gt;We'll be rocking 'til the sun goes down&lt;br /&gt;I believe in a thing called love&lt;br /&gt;Ooh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do believe in a thing called love...&lt;br /&gt;Ce dragut, au mai trecut cateva zile.&lt;br /&gt;Mi'e dor de tine, da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dar eu am câştigat ceva. Am înţeles că nimeni nu agreează ursuzii şi că optimismul şi surâsurile sunt molipsitoare doar atunci când mediul este unul potrivit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Dorinţa are culoarea albă, iubirea şi-a asumat culoarea roşie iar speranţa îmi spune insistent, verde.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mi-e dor de tine, îţi spun repetat,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mi-e dor de zâmbetul ce nu l-am uitat,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mi-e dor de atingeri şi şoapte,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mi-e dor de iubire , la ore în noapte,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mi-e dor de doi ochi ce dulce-mi zâmbesc,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mi-e dor de buzele ce sărută Dumnezeiesc,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mi-e dor de un deget să-mi mângâie faţa,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mi-e dor de iubirea ce-mi înfrumuseţează viaţa,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mi-e dor de un braţ ce-al meu cap să-l pun,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mi-e dor de un suflet cu foarte mult bun,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mi-e dor de un gând dintre cele mai bune,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mi-e dor de carisma omului minune,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mi-e dor de-o plimbare ţinându-ne de mână,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mi-e dor şi de ploi, dar şi de furtună,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mi-e dor de copilul din mine ce strigă,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mi-e dor de o viaţă ce nu mă intrigă,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mi-e dor de-o vacanţă la mare, la munte,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mi-e dor să îmi scrii amintiri pe-a mea frunte,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mi-e dor să îţi spun cât de mult te doresc,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mi-e dor să îţi spun că vreau să trăiesc,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mi-e dor, de toate mi-e dor, te iubesc!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toate dorurile înseamnă, te iubesc.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iubirea creşte cu fiecare vers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dorul este frumuseţea aceea de stare care ne chinuie ziua şi noaptea în cel mai frumos mod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunt convinsă de acest lucru, iar aceste doruri vin ca nişte duşuri fierbinţi, urmate de altele reci, iar fierbinţi şi iar reci, tot aşa până nu mai ştim de noi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si mi'e dor de tine..Si, da..Si am sa o spun de nenumarate ori..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cred ca cel mai mult as vrea sa stii asta.. chiar daca adevarul acesta nu schimba cu nimic datele problemei, cu atat mai putin rezultatul. aici e vorba de o impacare a mea cu mine insami, iar pentru asta trebuie sa fii si tu prezent pentru o clipa, pentru a auzi ce am de spus.. apoi, poti sa pleci. ma va linisti gandul ca eu ti'am spus. chiar daca iti pasa acum, chiar daca nu, eu ti'am spus.. iar asta ma va face fericita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;altceva? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;altceva nu cred ca as putea sa spun.. oricum, mai mult de atat nu pot sa iti adresez.. de fapt, nici macar atat nu voi avea curajul sa iti spun, pentru ca in realitate, nu am nici cel mai infim strop de curaj.. nu vreau sa spun ca sunt o lasa :P suna prea brutal.. e suficient ca imi recunosc lipsa de curaj, nu? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;am auzit azi ca in viata iti apar multe sanse.. ar trebui sa profit de ele.. dar cum? daca eu nu am curaj nici sa iti adresez doua cuvinte amarate.. ce sansa as mai putea avea eu in viitor, daca acum sunt inconjurata de atat de multe oportunitati, dar nu profit nici macar de una... si cand spun profit nu ma gandesc la partea materiala ce as putea sa o castig ori lucruri de genul asta.. ci pur si simplu faptul ca as putea sa fac ceva, orice, oricat de mic ar parea... ceva ce mi'ar putea schimba viata.. ceva ce m'ar duce undeva, oriunde.. macar pentru 2 ore sa fiu intr'un alt peisaj.. sa ma transpun.. oare... as putea sa ma transpun? ar fi o sansa spre a cunoaste, a invata, a creste.. vreau o sansa de care sa abuzez din plin, vreau o sansa spre mai bine, vreau o sansa sa ma regasesc...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S: Poza e self. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Dragon1Fly/ae82c166e17375.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Dragon1Fly/ae82c166e17375.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160434497812401919-8055147572397549276?l=forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com/feeds/8055147572397549276/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com/2009/09/twilight.html#comment-form' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160434497812401919/posts/default/8055147572397549276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160434497812401919/posts/default/8055147572397549276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com/2009/09/twilight.html' title='Twilight.'/><author><name>nikiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718762046584730345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/SpZVUg8nzzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bJd9bW0249k/S220/Image(346).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/Sp-oLxAKvlI/AAAAAAAAACo/mqN9ndM4AzM/s72-c/5064_100423656746_699781746_2448937_1867166_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160434497812401919.post-9052186213659751180</id><published>2009-09-01T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T23:23:53.812-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Songzzz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/Sp0QTuCcpsI/AAAAAAAAACg/kE0Uxn4ssho/s1600-h/user_11665300_1244374070756_box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/Sp0QTuCcpsI/AAAAAAAAACg/kE0Uxn4ssho/s400/user_11665300_1244374070756_box.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376471461112096450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mood: Up to no good XD&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Bitza - Razboi in doi&lt;br /&gt;Hai sa postez si cateva cantece ale mele, daca tot mi'am facut blog. =D&lt;br /&gt;First of all, preferata mea, intitulata Friends forever,scrisa special pentru Diaa. &lt;3&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friends forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever felt like you're alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever felt like you have no home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever throw away your old pictures just to forget?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever been so special like her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did she ever made your day better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever knew what a true friend really means?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause I can see the sunlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When she's right here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And she's so close to my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She stole my love from the very start.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can see the sunlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When she's right here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And she's so close to my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She stole my love from the very start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some friendships don't last forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I know you'll stay with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause we're moving on and we can't slow down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time's passing by with the speed of sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause I can see the sunlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When she's right here with me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's so close to my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She stole my love from the very start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As we go on we'll always remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Memories we shared together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And as future goes into history&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll be with you,&lt;br /&gt;You'll be with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                        Smoke your happiness away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Climbing up a mountain&lt;br /&gt;Walking on a cloud&lt;br /&gt;Forget about everything, scream out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me your emotions,&lt;br /&gt;Don't let them fade away.&lt;br /&gt;I will bring you a smile&lt;br /&gt;When you're crying in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my sweet little sin&lt;br /&gt;My private entertainment&lt;br /&gt;My hope, my destiny&lt;br /&gt;I'm breathing you all in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke your happinness away,&lt;br /&gt;There are some reasons why I want you to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you want to know me&lt;br /&gt;Time after time.&lt;br /&gt;You are my hope, my destiny,&lt;br /&gt;I will not let the world bring you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my sweet little sin&lt;br /&gt;My private entertainment&lt;br /&gt;My hope, my destiny&lt;br /&gt;I'm breathing you all in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my sweet little sin&lt;br /&gt;My private entertainment&lt;br /&gt;My hope, my destiny&lt;br /&gt;I'm breathing you all in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke your happiness away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                                       &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bring us love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's say our story in million words.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see the sunshine when we think it can't be worse&lt;br /&gt;Go on, catch the light, than let me go,&lt;br /&gt;Let's sing along, let's sing along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's our song that we used to sing&lt;br /&gt;Don't matter where we were.&lt;br /&gt;That's our song that we used to sing&lt;br /&gt;And it's over now for sure&lt;br /&gt;It's over now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring me sunshine, bring me love,&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me go, it's now or never.&lt;br /&gt;Catch all the seas from high above,&lt;br /&gt;Bring me sunshine, bring me love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runaway from me, from all of us,&lt;br /&gt;Runaway, can't you see, it's just me and you now,&lt;br /&gt;Runaway, I will don't stop loving you,&lt;br /&gt;There are no more ways out now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's our song that we used to sing&lt;br /&gt;Don't matter where we were.&lt;br /&gt;That's our song that we used to sing&lt;br /&gt;And it's over now for sure&lt;br /&gt;It's over now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's our song that we used to sing&lt;br /&gt;Don't matter where we were.&lt;br /&gt;That's our song that we used to sing&lt;br /&gt;And it's over now for sure&lt;br /&gt;It's over now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160434497812401919-9052186213659751180?l=forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com/feeds/9052186213659751180/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com/2009/09/songzzz.html#comment-form' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160434497812401919/posts/default/9052186213659751180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160434497812401919/posts/default/9052186213659751180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com/2009/09/songzzz.html' title='Songzzz.'/><author><name>nikiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718762046584730345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/SpZVUg8nzzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bJd9bW0249k/S220/Image(346).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/Sp0QTuCcpsI/AAAAAAAAACg/kE0Uxn4ssho/s72-c/user_11665300_1244374070756_box.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160434497812401919.post-8998395767126720239</id><published>2009-08-31T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T08:09:46.791-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ily.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pentru  ea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dianna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>OOOveeer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/SpvmU2pbMGI/AAAAAAAAACY/IJ6YW0ixQlw/s1600-h/drink_me_by_Diux.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/SpvmU2pbMGI/AAAAAAAAACY/IJ6YW0ixQlw/s400/drink_me_by_Diux.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376143826137854050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/SpvmUvyj_pI/AAAAAAAAACQ/xAFR2S-PiXg/s1600-h/drama__by_Diux.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/SpvmUvyj_pI/AAAAAAAAACQ/xAFR2S-PiXg/s400/drama__by_Diux.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376143824297131666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/SpvmUOP-AsI/AAAAAAAAACI/ewi6gcpY2zM/s1600-h/childish_by_Diux.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/SpvmUOP-AsI/AAAAAAAAACI/ewi6gcpY2zM/s400/childish_by_Diux.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376143815293665986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/SpvmTzktaGI/AAAAAAAAACA/Hl_PaeyZMzY/s1600-h/bye_bye_by_Diux.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/SpvmTzktaGI/AAAAAAAAACA/Hl_PaeyZMzY/s400/bye_bye_by_Diux.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376143808132900962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/SpvmTW1wYZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/SbD6ErE43Pk/s1600-h/bfdffbf_by_Diux.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/SpvmTW1wYZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/SbD6ErE43Pk/s400/bfdffbf_by_Diux.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376143800419770770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mood: Haaaappppy&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: My song wrote to Diux&lt;br /&gt;Hah. T-H-E  E-N-D! S'a terminat. Punct. I'm over you, over you, don't even miss you. Si chiar daca mi'ar fi dor de tine, oricum nu obtin nimic.&lt;br /&gt;Niciodata nu m'am priceput la cuvinte.&lt;br /&gt;Tu intotdeauna ai avut ceva de zis.&lt;br /&gt;Eh, diferente..&lt;br /&gt;Sweet..&lt;br /&gt;Oh, nu, not sweet!&lt;br /&gt;Nu mi'e dor de tine.&lt;br /&gt;PUUNCT.&lt;br /&gt;Hai.&lt;br /&gt;Sa trecem  la subiect..&lt;br /&gt;M'am impacat cu o persoana ieri..&lt;br /&gt;Nu o persoana oarecaree.&lt;br /&gt;Da, da, cu tine, scumpa mea, cu tine, Dia.&lt;br /&gt;In viata mea am avut mii de persoane pe care le'am considerat cele mai importante .&lt;br /&gt;Dar acum,nu.&lt;br /&gt;No more old me.&lt;br /&gt;No more sillyness.&lt;br /&gt;Da, da,da..&lt;br /&gt;Si bag la cap, ca, acum toata fericirea mea se rezuma la a avea aproape niste oameni dragi..&lt;br /&gt;Stiu, stiu, ca te'am ranit.&lt;br /&gt;Idioata de mine.&lt;br /&gt;Uite, asta e pentru tine..&lt;br /&gt;Numai si numai pentru tine&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Privesc in gol si ma afund in ganduri … la tot ce-a fost, la tot ce este si la tot ce ar putea sa fie … Demult, am vrut sa neg ca te iubesc, imi era teama cand lacrimi de durere imi siroiau pe obraji … imi era teama cand simteam cat te iubesc de mult … imi era teama de iubire … sau poate frica de suferinta … suferinta care ma gandeam ca o voi simti la gandul ca tu ma vei parasi …  Ma simteam ca o pata de culoare intr-un vis absurd si incercam sa cladesc un zid intre noi … dar mi-a fost imposibil … tot ce cladeam se darama si te simteam tot mai aproape, simteam cum respiram parca acelasi aer … Oftam, sopteam cuvinte fara sens si simteam cum strang in brate absenta ta … Am renuntat sa ma mai tem, am renuntat sa imi mai neg iubirea, sa fug de realitate … Realitatea ma trge inapoi, ma trezeste, ca stropii de ploie … Deschid ochii si te vad … simt ca te iubesc mai mult decat ti-ai putea imagina … te iubesc mai mult decat as fi crezut vreodata ca cineva ar putea iubi … te iubesc … si ma intreb de ce? … poate doar pentru ca existi, poate doar pentru ceea ce esti tu … Te iubesc si nu-mi mai e teama de iubire … nici macar nu-mi mai e teama de final, de suferinta … nu-mi mai e teama de nimic … Te iubesc si-atat ….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teiubesc forever, vaco, vaco,vaco! Chiar ca forever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Te iubesc, va iubesc, te iubesc, te iubesc.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Incarc niste poze reusite despre ea, pentru ea, pentru ca merita, pentru ca o voi iubi mereu, si sper ca si ea va face la fel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ILY!  &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7160434497812401919-8998395767126720239?l=forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com/feeds/8998395767126720239/comments/default' title='Megjegyzések küldése'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com/2009/08/oooveeer.html#comment-form' title='0 megjegyzés'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160434497812401919/posts/default/8998395767126720239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7160434497812401919/posts/default/8998395767126720239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com/2009/08/oooveeer.html' title='OOOveeer.'/><author><name>nikiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718762046584730345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/SpZVUg8nzzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bJd9bW0249k/S220/Image(346).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/SpvmU2pbMGI/AAAAAAAAACY/IJ6YW0ixQlw/s72-c/drink_me_by_Diux.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160434497812401919.post-509610942725586600</id><published>2009-08-28T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T12:19:28.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sperante..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/SpgtVj7fabI/AAAAAAAAABg/ttcZbi6L4QA/s1600-h/Fly_by_Brvno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/SpgtVj7fabI/AAAAAAAAABg/ttcZbi6L4QA/s320/Fly_by_Brvno.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375096003711953330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mood: Sad.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Ceilalti- Apus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa zbor..&lt;br /&gt;Si vreau sa zbori si tu cu mine..&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa uit..&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa uit ca a durut, vreau sa ma eliberez, vreau sa simt ca sunt fericita.&lt;br /&gt;VREAU SA EVADEZ.&lt;br /&gt;Da, sunt fericita, eram distrusa, dar sunt fericita, fericita, fericita!&lt;br /&gt;Am nevoie de cineva, aproape de mine, am nevoie, am nevoie.&lt;br /&gt;Am nevoie de cea mai buna prietena a mea, de singurul meu sprijin...&lt;br /&gt;Si cand bag la cap, ca mai sunt vreo 3 saptamani, ma simt in ceruri..&lt;br /&gt;Da, de un timp e singurul lucru pe care il fac..&lt;br /&gt;Tac..si bag la cap.&lt;br /&gt;Si incerc sa tac, incerc sa bag la cap..&lt;br /&gt;Incerc..&lt;br /&gt;Viata e plina de incercari..&lt;br /&gt;Cele mai multe incercari ale mele au esuat..&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai vreau sa o dau in bara.&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai vreau sa fac greseli, nu mai vreau sa ranesc oamenii, cum am facut pana acum.&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa fiu inocenta.&lt;br /&gt;Si, da, ce stupid suna, dar chiar vreau.&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa uit de trecut, de toate ranile, de TOT.&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa uit.&lt;br /&gt;La asta se rezuma viata mea..a vrea, a incerca, a uita, a tacea, a baga la cap, a evada, a zambi, a iubi, a zbura,&lt;br /&gt;a vrea, a incerca, a uita, a tacea, a baga la cap, a evada, a zambi, a iubi, a zbura,a vrea, a incerca, a uita, a tacea, a baga la cap, a evada, a zambi, a iubi, a zbura,a vrea, a incerca, a uita, a tacea, a baga la cap, a evada, a zambi, a iubi, a zbura...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh baby, that's just me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo de pe DeviantART, link: http://brvno.deviantart.com/art/Fly-73355325&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/purplegerbera/70a8fa98ffb974.swf"&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://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/purplegerbera/70a8fa98ffb974.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" 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href='http://forbidden-emotions.blogspot.com/2009/08/sperante_1727.html' title='Sperante..'/><author><name>nikiee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00718762046584730345</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/SpZVUg8nzzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/bJd9bW0249k/S220/Image(346).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/SpgtVj7fabI/AAAAAAAAABg/ttcZbi6L4QA/s72-c/Fly_by_Brvno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7160434497812401919.post-1892363698454667427</id><published>2009-08-27T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T23:33:42.939-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>New..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/SpguMz52JJI/AAAAAAAAABo/PZ__dIcFfcw/s1600-h/Friendship__by_immortal_assassin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKa7wJZ7lWY/SpguMz52JJI/AAAAAAAAABo/PZ__dIcFfcw/s320/Friendship__by_immortal_assassin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375096952892826770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mood: Indiffere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nt&lt;br /&gt;Listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to: Steleverzi - Betia Gandului&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si uite cum am ajuns, sa scriu, eu, despre mine, intr'un blog..&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu daca merita efortul, nu stiu daca ar trebui, nu stiu  daca ma voi simti mai bine cand mii de oameni imi citesc mintea, , nu stiu daca ma voi simti mai bine daca mii de oameni imi vor primi sentimentele pe o tava..&lt;br /&gt;Vor avea grija de senimentele   mele?&lt;br /&gt;Mai exista oameni carora le pasa?&lt;br /&gt;Si uite, imi pun intrebari mie insumi, si tot eu le raspund..&lt;br /&gt;E greu..&lt;br /&gt;In ultimele zile peretii mi'au fost singurii prieteni, macar ma pot sprijini pe ei cand simt ca nu mai pot sta in picioare. .&lt;br /&gt;Ei nu ma lasa balta, ei nu imi repet de cinci mii de ori pe zii cate greseli fac, cate greseli am,  cat de imprefecta sunt.&lt;br /&gt;Ei nu se iau de parul meu, de imbracamintea mea, de modul meu de a fi..&lt;br /&gt;Si toate astea, doar pentru ca mi'e dor de  casa..&lt;br /&gt;Da, mie, chiar mie..&lt;br /&gt;Hai sa ne intoarcem putin in timp..&lt;br /&gt;Nu, nu, nu, ati inteles gresit..&lt;br /&gt;Nu ma refeream sa ne intoarcem secole, ci mai degraba doua luni..&lt;br /&gt;Hai sa fie iulie 19 din nou..&lt;br /&gt;Eu, care atunci abia asteptam sa scap de casa, de galagie, de tipat, de urlat, departe de certuri, away from the noise..&lt;br /&gt;Eu, care abia am asteptat..&lt;br /&gt;Acum sunt nerabdatoare sa ma intorc acasa.&lt;br /&gt;Mi'e dor de bunica, de parul ei roscat, defapt, nici nu imi e bunica, e mamica mea, pe care sper sa o revad cat mai curand..(in continuare veti intelege de ce am chemat'o mamica), mi'e dor de bunicul, ce unchiul, de "Mum" , da, mum, asa o chem eu pe mamii, si as vrea sa spune ca mi'e dor de cainele meu, dar el nu mai exista..&lt;br /&gt;Teribil..&lt;br /&gt;Anul asta, pe parcursul unei singure luni, am pierdut tot ce imi era mai drag pe lumea asta, tot ce aveam pe lumea asta..&lt;br /&gt;Februariee..&lt;br /&gt;Brr..&lt;br /&gt;Nici inainte nu era februarie luna mea preferata, dar acum o detest, de ce nu se poate scoate din calendar?&lt;br /&gt;La naiba..!&lt;br /&gt;Mi'e dor, mi'e dor, mi'e dor, mi'e dor!&lt;br /&gt;Mi'e dor de tine, Anna..&lt;br /&gt;Da, stiu ca nu ar trebui, dar de tine imi este cel mai dor..&lt;br /&gt;Tu esti sprijinul meu..&lt;br /&gt;Am trecut prin foarte multe momente impreuna..&lt;br /&gt;Si vom trece, sper. .&lt;br /&gt;Daca tu nu erai, acum eram si eu un copil fara suflet, fara vise, fara trup, doar o fantoma ce se rataceste in mine cautandu'si  locul..&lt;br /&gt;Si uite, sunt aici, inca sper, inca visez, inca traiesc..Multumita tie!&lt;br /&gt;M'ai salvat din prapastie cand era sa cad..&lt;br /&gt;Nu voi putea niciodata sa iti multumesc indeajuns..&lt;br /&gt;Si, defapt, imi dau seama, ca celor mai multi prieteni sunt datoare..&lt;br /&gt;Sunt datoare cu multumiri, pe care le'am facut deja, si totusi, simt ca un "multumesc" e mult prea putin pentru tot ceea ce au facut si fac zi de zi pentru mine..&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca nu are sens, dar le multumesc, si aici, in blogul meu..&lt;br /&gt;Hai sa ii luam la rand..Acum chiar  scriu cum imi vine in minte, nu imi sta capul la ordine..&lt;br /&gt;Anna, Dia, Reni, Bughiii, Bogyo (Bogi), Q-zee, Dave, Timi, Nora, Dianna,Kinki, Emöke si lista continua, acum am scris doar cativa oameni, care mi'au venit in minte..&lt;br /&gt;Daca am uitat pe cineva, sa ma anuntati, chiar va rogg..&lt;br /&gt;Si, cred ca e de ajuns atat, pentru incheiere, ii multumesc inca o data prietenilor mei..&lt;br /&gt;ily all.&lt;br /&gt;Photo de pe DeviantART, link :&lt;br /&gt;http://immortal-assassin.deviantart.com/art/Friendship-90212813&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Tezeul/ac92180dc53fc3.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Tezeul/ac92180dc53fc3.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" 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