<?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-3970644011440142155</id><updated>2012-02-10T00:32:39.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Logica nonsensului</title><subtitle type='html'>Remember: always pass it to the left, because the right way is wrong.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MonicaLuana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00037282856096865242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/SyI9u558sAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gYEQRgJRM18/S220/beauty.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970644011440142155.post-2105545901391514471</id><published>2012-02-10T00:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T00:32:39.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say NO to ACTA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;http://creativemonkeyz.com/roboti/robotzi-s02-ep-special-acta/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970644011440142155-2105545901391514471?l=passit2theleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/feeds/2105545901391514471/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/2105545901391514471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/2105545901391514471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post.html' title='Say NO to ACTA!!!'/><author><name>MonicaLuana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00037282856096865242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/SyI9u558sAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gYEQRgJRM18/S220/beauty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970644011440142155.post-1737478146140555539</id><published>2012-01-17T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T11:24:07.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ochi prosti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WmbpkeD6bSc/TxXKwKX31-I/AAAAAAAAAM0/uXj-co7IMtY/s1600/Image0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WmbpkeD6bSc/TxXKwKX31-I/AAAAAAAAAM0/uXj-co7IMtY/s200/Image0011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698683832274245602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am doi ochi prosti care nu vor sa inceteze cu plansul. Nu pot accepta.....&lt;br /&gt;E cea mai mare durere pe care am simtit-o vreodata. Orice altceva a palit pe langa asta....&lt;br /&gt;Suferinta te innobileaza cica....daca e asa,as fi preferat sa fiu cea mai mare taranca,dar sa-mi am potaia inca langa mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0QM1QdRpFxU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970644011440142155-1737478146140555539?l=passit2theleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/feeds/1737478146140555539/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2012/01/ochi-prosti.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/1737478146140555539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/1737478146140555539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2012/01/ochi-prosti.html' title='Ochi prosti'/><author><name>MonicaLuana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00037282856096865242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/SyI9u558sAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gYEQRgJRM18/S220/beauty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WmbpkeD6bSc/TxXKwKX31-I/AAAAAAAAAM0/uXj-co7IMtY/s72-c/Image0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970644011440142155.post-899291792241702927</id><published>2012-01-15T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T08:12:31.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cel mai trist moment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KJ_dsKX5R_U/TxL6zg2F-dI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Elq3q3yuFZM/s1600/Image0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KJ_dsKX5R_U/TxL6zg2F-dI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Elq3q3yuFZM/s200/Image0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697892241474189778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce ti-e frica nu scapi. Clar. &lt;br /&gt;O mare bucata a durerii mele din ultima perioada s-a cauzat faptului ca am stiut ca voi pierde lucrul cel mai important din viata. Lucrul, faptura ce am iubit-o cel mai mult. Si iata, vineri 13,de parca asa a fost scris. &lt;br /&gt;M-a parasit, batrana si bolnava. Si-a dat ultima suflare.I-am stat la capatai si eu si mama mea.  Mi-a fost prietena, sora si copil. Un deceniu minunat in care am invatat ce inseamna responsabilitatea, cum sa pui nevoile altora inaintea alor tale ,cum sa iubesti si cum e sa fii iubit neconditionat. &lt;br /&gt;Ii privesc pozele si ma doare sufletul.Imi vine sa urlu. Am plans si voi plange un ocean de lacrimi. Nu pot sa accept faptul ca nu mai e. &lt;br /&gt;Nu pot sa cred ca sunt eu . Eu fara ea. O bucata din sufletul meu a murit. E totul asa de trist acum. &lt;br /&gt;Inca nu pot sa ma gandesc la ea fara sa plang. Astept momentul in care voi privi in urma si voi aprecia toate amintirile placute, nu tot sa deplang trecerea ei in nefiinta.&lt;br /&gt;Sper ca dupa ce voi muri, sa ma mai intalnesc cu ea. Vreau sa-i mai pup boticul si sa o musc de ureche. Pentru totdeauna. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9d8LVoEyU4o" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970644011440142155-899291792241702927?l=passit2theleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/feeds/899291792241702927/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2012/01/cel-mai-trist-moment.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/899291792241702927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/899291792241702927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2012/01/cel-mai-trist-moment.html' title='Cel mai trist moment.'/><author><name>MonicaLuana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00037282856096865242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/SyI9u558sAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gYEQRgJRM18/S220/beauty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KJ_dsKX5R_U/TxL6zg2F-dI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Elq3q3yuFZM/s72-c/Image0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970644011440142155.post-5071277947807234837</id><published>2012-01-02T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T07:43:38.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bezna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XltUdOtvJaA/TwHQgK7TESI/AAAAAAAAAMY/BSHN2hGL1YA/s1600/Image0185555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XltUdOtvJaA/TwHQgK7TESI/AAAAAAAAAMY/BSHN2hGL1YA/s200/Image0185555.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693060655080476962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Am stat mult si m-am gandit daca chiar vreau sa scriu acest postare. Si totusi acest blog a fost o mica supapa pentru mine in care am scris tot timpul despre si impreuna cu starea de spirit de atunci.&lt;br /&gt;Acum sunt....pffff. In bezna. In singurate. Ma invaluie, ma mangaie si ma intoxica. E ca o matase fina care ma excita dar ma si stranguleaza. Am ajuns in acest punct pentru ca am vrut ....cred. Oare? &lt;br /&gt;Intai am fugit de vara si de toata nebunia de atunci. Prea multa drama si am vrut un respiro. Asa ca am fugit acasa , in camera mea albastra , in patul meu mare si albastru. &lt;br /&gt;Ce comic, si ce tampita sunt. Imi fac rau. Pe interior ma dor toate. Si e bezna si nu vad cum o sa-mi treaca. Si parca nici nu vreau. E drogul meu, ma fericeste si ma distruge. &lt;br /&gt;Si gata .... nu mai vreau sa scriu acuma. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eGR1iDuKabU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970644011440142155-5071277947807234837?l=passit2theleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/feeds/5071277947807234837/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2012/01/bezna.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/5071277947807234837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/5071277947807234837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2012/01/bezna.html' title='Bezna'/><author><name>MonicaLuana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00037282856096865242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/SyI9u558sAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gYEQRgJRM18/S220/beauty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XltUdOtvJaA/TwHQgK7TESI/AAAAAAAAAMY/BSHN2hGL1YA/s72-c/Image0185555.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970644011440142155.post-6613940258001939584</id><published>2011-10-24T22:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T22:12:31.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Castele de carton</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vXec1fRdslM/TqZFBmtQ42I/AAAAAAAAALc/j3kRxuUuwTE/s1600/253675_207449955963225_100000946653407_547318_1440618_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vXec1fRdslM/TqZFBmtQ42I/AAAAAAAAALc/j3kRxuUuwTE/s200/253675_207449955963225_100000946653407_547318_1440618_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667293074964931426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Aveam nevoie de el in aceeasi masura in care el avea nevoie de mine , pentru ca fericirea aia fusese la fel de importanta pentru amandoi. Fuseseram fericiti mergdan pe o coarda moale, infloriseram intr-o infectie de contradictii, ne intalniseram intr-un labirint de paradoxuri fara sa privim in jos, fara sa privim in sus, fara sa privim. El n-avea sa afle niciodata cat mi-am reprosat atunci orbirea, inconstienta, bucuria , minciunile lui, minciunile mele , aceste lespezi pe care se perioada cea mai fericita a vietii mele. Dar nu era vina , totusi, nu era vina lui, nu era vina nimannui. Era prea multa dragoste si nu mai stiam ce sa facem cu ea; ramanea doar sa bem pana la fund otrava , in timp ce el continua sa vorbeasca, eu, sa ascult, sa bem pana la fund explicatiile amare ale recunostiintei si sperantelor lui , bunavointa amara a singurului viitor de dorit, care era insa si singurul viitor imposibil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fragment adaptat dupa Almudena Grandes . Si nu , nu-l dedic nimanui, doar mi-a placut :). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/__zI9XGMyZo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970644011440142155-6613940258001939584?l=passit2theleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/feeds/6613940258001939584/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2011/10/castele-de-carton.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/6613940258001939584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/6613940258001939584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2011/10/castele-de-carton.html' title='Castele de carton'/><author><name>MonicaLuana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00037282856096865242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/SyI9u558sAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gYEQRgJRM18/S220/beauty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vXec1fRdslM/TqZFBmtQ42I/AAAAAAAAALc/j3kRxuUuwTE/s72-c/253675_207449955963225_100000946653407_547318_1440618_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970644011440142155.post-5931587532121138615</id><published>2011-10-08T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T23:15:20.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ura , multa ura.</title><content type='html'>Imi place sa cred ca sunt o persoana destul de pasnica si ca nu urasc nimic. Si daca cineva mi-a facut la un moment dat rau , intentionat sau neintentionat, la final privesc toata acea experienta ca pe ceva pozitiv si ii multumesc acelei persoane ca am mai invatat ceva.&lt;br /&gt;Un singur lucru imi umple inima de ura si furie : cruzimea impotriva animalelor. Pai cum ba, tu omule, fiinta suprema de pe Pamant esti in stare sa faci rau unei creaturi mai slabe ca tine? Cum ai tupeul sa distrugi o viata ?&lt;br /&gt;Zilele astea am tot dat intamplator peste videoclipuri cu imagini din China. Chinezii aia imputiti dezmembreaza caini , pisici si alte animale pe banda rulanta. Inteleg partea cu consumatul de carne putin mai uhm...exotica, dar si acele animale care vor fi macelarite merita sa aiba parte cel putin de o moarte decenta. &lt;br /&gt;Sunt o iubitoare de animale si daca ar fi sa aleg intre viata unui animal si viata unui om , pot sa spun sincer ca populatia umana ar scade cu 1.;)&lt;br /&gt;Poate ca sunt o persoana incuiata , dar nu concep ideea de a face rau unui animal. Atat de crud si de stupid. Chinezi imputiti ! Nu'mi pasa de orice au facut sau fac ei , pentru mine ei sunt un zero si daca i'ar inghiti un hau mare as fi cea mai fericita. &lt;br /&gt;Oameni josnici care faceti rau animalelor, va urasc si sunteti singurii de pe planeta la care v-as face si eu rau. Mult ,intentionat si chinuitor. &lt;br /&gt;Acu' eu sunt cea rea si negativista, dar va blestem pe toti sa ajungeti in Iad ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dRSsxUjulLY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970644011440142155-5931587532121138615?l=passit2theleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/feeds/5931587532121138615/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2011/10/ura-multa-ura.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/5931587532121138615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/5931587532121138615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2011/10/ura-multa-ura.html' title='Ura , multa ura.'/><author><name>MonicaLuana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00037282856096865242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/SyI9u558sAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gYEQRgJRM18/S220/beauty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/dRSsxUjulLY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970644011440142155.post-50619744509853200</id><published>2011-10-04T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T05:52:31.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miros de vara</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Timpul ne masoara doar trupurile , nu si nebunia care se intampla in mintile noastre si poate, sau mai ales, in suflet. Lucrurile astea sunt dincolo de orice sistem de masurare , pentru ca se intampla inauntru, intr'un univers fascinant.&lt;/span&gt; (Andrei Ruse- Dilar pentru o zi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citatul asta mi'a ramas in cap....pfff, e perfect pentru mine si ceea ce simt eu despre vara/vacanta ce'a trecut. Acu' e a doua zi de facultate si nu pot decat sa privesc cu nostalgie la astea 3-4 luni ce'a trecut. &lt;br /&gt;M'am gandit la acest post de multa vreme, sa sumarizez tot ce'am facut vara asta. Cea mai interesanta de pana acuma!&lt;br /&gt;Si in ton cu citatul de mai sus ,tre' sa zic ca n'am ars'o in excursii monumentale vara asta, n'am fost la mare , n'am iesit din tara. Am fugit pana la Bucurest un weekend dement si in rest doar in jurul orasului. Tripu' la salina si Cheile Turzii= best day of my summer. Normal ca tre' sa'i zic trip, ca ne'am si tripat pe acolo. &lt;br /&gt;Bineinteles , si vara cea mai junkista ever. Mi'am ars neuronii (haha, o blonda are mai mult de un neuron?!). Zi de zi da-ti in cap. Dar a fost asaaaa de bine. Sa stai cu aceeasi oameni seara de seara,plictisitor? Uneori da, dar acum sa privesc in spate nu pot decat sa imi doresc toate acele nopti nedormite inapoi. Sa le reiau la nesfarsit. &lt;br /&gt;Evident ca a exista si o parte nasoala . Certuri si scandaluri acasa, recunosc eu sunt de vina:) Am si suferit din cauza unui baiat. Era inevitabil si deloc condamnabil. A trebuit sa trec prin toata acea telenovela ca sa mai invat ceva aplicabil situatiilor viitoare.&lt;br /&gt;Dar durerea e buna, te caleste. Eu privesc suferinta si greutatile si din exterior. Ma doare orice lucru rau , dar il privesc si ca pe ceva bun. Ma modeleaza. Ma chinuie si ma construieste. &lt;br /&gt;Acuma gata cu joaca, ma fac fata serioasa. Am si un mic avantaj, cand nu mi se vad tatuajele arat ca cea mai linistita fata ever. Nimeni nu banuieste ce junkist o ard. Ahhhh the pothead way of life.&lt;br /&gt;Am trait asa mult pe interior. Tot sar de la idee la alta , dar scriu fix ce'mi trece prin cap. Fara nici un fel de ordine.&lt;br /&gt;Am hotarat sa nu'mi mai fac planuri. "hai ca vedem" . Improvizez. Si inca ceva, am hotarat sa nu ma mai mire nimic.&lt;br /&gt;Ma tot gandesc la el, el din vara asta. Si privesc tot acum fara sa'mi mai pese. Nu'l mai vreau. Si totusi il am inca in cap. Sa plece.&lt;br /&gt;E toamna, e frig, trebuie sa merg la facultate. Nu mai pot sa stau degeaba toata ziua. Sunt o lenesa si o comoda. Si o tampita care sufera dupa vacanta. Dar a fost asa o dubiosenie de frumoasa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Xo228wllnYY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970644011440142155-50619744509853200?l=passit2theleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/feeds/50619744509853200/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2011/10/miros-de-vara.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/50619744509853200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/50619744509853200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2011/10/miros-de-vara.html' title='Miros de vara'/><author><name>MonicaLuana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00037282856096865242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/SyI9u558sAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gYEQRgJRM18/S220/beauty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Xo228wllnYY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970644011440142155.post-8395200654181891078</id><published>2011-08-07T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T08:15:15.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scurt si la subiect .</title><content type='html'>http://curveappeal.tumblr.com/post/8402858578/hi-my-name-is-monica-luana-and-im-from-romania&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970644011440142155-8395200654181891078?l=passit2theleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/feeds/8395200654181891078/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2011/08/scurt-si-la-subiect.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/8395200654181891078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/8395200654181891078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2011/08/scurt-si-la-subiect.html' title='Scurt si la subiect .'/><author><name>MonicaLuana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00037282856096865242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/SyI9u558sAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gYEQRgJRM18/S220/beauty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970644011440142155.post-4868577880366198236</id><published>2011-07-04T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T22:50:15.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He/ she</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gCejZx3-PCk/ThKl31hnuVI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hkBLzq0_rCo/s1600/frida_kahlo_le_due_frida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gCejZx3-PCk/ThKl31hnuVI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hkBLzq0_rCo/s200/frida_kahlo_le_due_frida.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625741263218653522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I used to think I was the strangest person in the world, but then I thought, there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me , who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do.I would imagine her and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it's true I'm here and I'm just as strange as you.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                   Frida Kahlo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/T9VyFBjEuIQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970644011440142155-4868577880366198236?l=passit2theleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/feeds/4868577880366198236/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2011/07/he-she.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/4868577880366198236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/4868577880366198236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2011/07/he-she.html' title='He/ she'/><author><name>MonicaLuana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00037282856096865242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/SyI9u558sAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gYEQRgJRM18/S220/beauty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gCejZx3-PCk/ThKl31hnuVI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hkBLzq0_rCo/s72-c/frida_kahlo_le_due_frida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970644011440142155.post-4789515615744012537</id><published>2011-06-02T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T09:31:07.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inconsecventa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9gMFU9WcIM0/Tee6ZFwLwdI/AAAAAAAAAGg/H9oO8aejc5Y/s1600/DSCF0002_picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9gMFU9WcIM0/Tee6ZFwLwdI/AAAAAAAAAGg/H9oO8aejc5Y/s200/DSCF0002_picnik.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613660400744382930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inconsecventa total. Lenesa. Comoda. Sictirita si acrita de lume . Dificila . Eu&lt;br /&gt;Nici nu mai are rost sa spun cat timp a trecut de cand nu am mai dat pe aici. Si cat o sa mai treaca pana ma reintorc dupa tura asta. &lt;br /&gt;M'am schimbat mult. S'au schimbat multe. E totul diferit si totusi e exact la fel cum era si inainte. Sunt tot eu , dar nu sunt eu . Am devenit mai nasoala , am devenit mai perfecta. Dualitatea e ceva firesc pentru mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hlqPYLqouKc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970644011440142155-4789515615744012537?l=passit2theleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/feeds/4789515615744012537/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2011/06/inconsecventa.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/4789515615744012537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/4789515615744012537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2011/06/inconsecventa.html' title='Inconsecventa'/><author><name>MonicaLuana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00037282856096865242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/SyI9u558sAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gYEQRgJRM18/S220/beauty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9gMFU9WcIM0/Tee6ZFwLwdI/AAAAAAAAAGg/H9oO8aejc5Y/s72-c/DSCF0002_picnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970644011440142155.post-8268927952155557360</id><published>2011-01-07T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T00:27:08.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciorna.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/TSbOT9GDFII/AAAAAAAAAGU/GbxgES8CORE/s1600/plictiseala%2B03232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/TSbOT9GDFII/AAAAAAAAAGU/GbxgES8CORE/s200/plictiseala%2B03232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559357632248222850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Sunt ganduri pe-o ciorna, dar nu sunt ganduri ce se corecteaza. Astept sa vina timpul sa plec. De la examen sau de la tot ce ma leaga de aceasta faza a vietii mele? Astept sa-mi vina randul sa fiu libera si sa simt ca nu ma mai restrange nimic de pe lumea asta. Desi nu stiu daca se va intampla asta curand. Sau de se va intampla vreodata.&lt;br /&gt; Dileme si dileme. Predau lucrarea.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SCcaizeVwho?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SCcaizeVwho?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970644011440142155-8268927952155557360?l=passit2theleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/feeds/8268927952155557360/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2011/01/ciorna.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/8268927952155557360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/8268927952155557360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2011/01/ciorna.html' title='Ciorna.'/><author><name>MonicaLuana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00037282856096865242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/SyI9u558sAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gYEQRgJRM18/S220/beauty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/TSbOT9GDFII/AAAAAAAAAGU/GbxgES8CORE/s72-c/plictiseala%2B03232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970644011440142155.post-5886401484771552927</id><published>2010-12-20T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T04:56:36.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Din colectia "Baaaaaa ce mi-e lene sa scriu"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/TQ9SY4yxVhI/AAAAAAAAAGI/AxiZPwLOU-E/s1600/25332_100331593342458_100000968522387_1266_7728516_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 131px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/TQ9SY4yxVhI/AAAAAAAAAGI/AxiZPwLOU-E/s200/25332_100331593342458_100000968522387_1266_7728516_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552747453086782994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lipsita de inspiratie la ora asta tarzie &lt;br /&gt;Vara e placut afara&lt;br /&gt;Intamplator mi sa parut ca vad stele&lt;br /&gt;Aiurea incerc sa par treaza&lt;br /&gt;Eu tremur de frig&lt;br /&gt;Bicicleta roz cu roti mari care zboara.. Spune-mi tu..&lt;br /&gt;Crezi ca suntem curiosi ?&lt;br /&gt;Aiurea e aceasta placinta&lt;br /&gt;Mancand ceva ciocolata, blana, uitandu-ma pe geam.. Zaresc in departare&lt;br /&gt;Frunze inghetate ma lovesc in ceafa&lt;br /&gt;Finishul este aproape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afara ninge, lumea innebuneste de frig&lt;br /&gt;Vreau un covrig de caciula. Cu ciucure&lt;br /&gt;Cu roz nu imi sunt date unghiile&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e lene sa fac orice…Stau  doar…Cand vad…&lt;br /&gt;O capsuna frageda si zemoasa,&lt;br /&gt;Of saraca capsuna. Era un fruct…&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu mai era&lt;br /&gt;Dulce e sa stai si sa nu faci nimic&lt;br /&gt;Oamenii se uitau la noi si radeau…Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Nu intelegeau nimic…Cand deodata&lt;br /&gt;Baaa…Stii ca asa ceva este o dilema si o aluzie&lt;br /&gt;Deoarece mi se pare normal asa cum e. Cam asa.&lt;br /&gt;E. Suntem ardelence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JKSCDmuD70Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JKSCDmuD70Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970644011440142155-5886401484771552927?l=passit2theleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/feeds/5886401484771552927/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2010/12/din-colectia-baaaaaa-ce-mi-e-lene-sa.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/5886401484771552927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/5886401484771552927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2010/12/din-colectia-baaaaaa-ce-mi-e-lene-sa.html' title='Din colectia &quot;Baaaaaa ce mi-e lene sa scriu&quot;'/><author><name>MonicaLuana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00037282856096865242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/SyI9u558sAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gYEQRgJRM18/S220/beauty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/TQ9SY4yxVhI/AAAAAAAAAGI/AxiZPwLOU-E/s72-c/25332_100331593342458_100000968522387_1266_7728516_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970644011440142155.post-5603051841240608699</id><published>2010-12-05T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T13:43:15.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Made of sin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/TPwHaXB24hI/AAAAAAAAAGA/wlg2vJNgdek/s1600/If_Your_Heart_Was_Broken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/TPwHaXB24hI/AAAAAAAAAGA/wlg2vJNgdek/s200/If_Your_Heart_Was_Broken.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547316990453408274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a corpse under her bed. She had her fun, but now he's dead !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incapabila sa simt afectiune pentru nimeni, si nimeni nu ma atrage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/16CMZW0d9hc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/16CMZW0d9hc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970644011440142155-5603051841240608699?l=passit2theleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/feeds/5603051841240608699/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2010/12/made-of-sin.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/5603051841240608699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/5603051841240608699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2010/12/made-of-sin.html' title='Made of sin'/><author><name>MonicaLuana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00037282856096865242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/SyI9u558sAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gYEQRgJRM18/S220/beauty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/TPwHaXB24hI/AAAAAAAAAGA/wlg2vJNgdek/s72-c/If_Your_Heart_Was_Broken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970644011440142155.post-7880238680618483737</id><published>2010-12-05T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T13:40:16.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny stuff :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/TPwGulp6VZI/AAAAAAAAAF4/oECX4iAz45k/s1600/halloween%2B0444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/TPwGulp6VZI/AAAAAAAAAF4/oECX4iAz45k/s200/halloween%2B0444.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547316238465258898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi place sa citesc postari mai vechi de ale mele. Sa vad cum acum deja nu imi mai plac lucrurile care imi placeau acum mai putin de un an. &lt;br /&gt;Cat de mult imi placea sa ma petrec (cu diverse substante), iar acum mi se pare patetic. Nu regret ce'am facut, dar ma bucur ca s'a terminat. Si acum ma petrec, dar e doar o voce in capul meu care spune "have fun". Nu ma mai influenteaza nimic. Poate cate un fum ocazional. E binevenit. &lt;br /&gt;Si am scris aici si despre o suferinta, care venise dintr'o fericire. Precauta. Am stiut de la inceput ca o sa fie de rau. Dar tot nu imi pare rau. Iar acum sunt recunoscatoare ca il cunosc si ca a fost ce a fost. Sunt almost happy cand ma gandesc la mine si la viata mea de acum. Dar cine stie ce'o sa gandesc mai incolo?&lt;br /&gt;Viata mea e amuzanta. Altfel nu pot sa o descriu. Tot timpu mi se intampla chestii amuzante. &lt;br /&gt;E o linisteeeee.....prea liniste. Ma apuca paranoia. O fi linistea de dinaintea furtunii?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2gdbHpd6vt4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2gdbHpd6vt4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970644011440142155-7880238680618483737?l=passit2theleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/feeds/7880238680618483737/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2010/12/funny-stuff.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/7880238680618483737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/7880238680618483737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2010/12/funny-stuff.html' title='Funny stuff :)'/><author><name>MonicaLuana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00037282856096865242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/SyI9u558sAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gYEQRgJRM18/S220/beauty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/TPwGulp6VZI/AAAAAAAAAF4/oECX4iAz45k/s72-c/halloween%2B0444.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970644011440142155.post-1830983270577929265</id><published>2010-10-19T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T11:25:46.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce s'a intamplat cu noi?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/TL3ievNr-dI/AAAAAAAAAFs/sxPhmylEHIE/s1600/36689_398480810668_85964110668_4422255_2246230_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/TL3ievNr-dI/AAAAAAAAAFs/sxPhmylEHIE/s200/36689_398480810668_85964110668_4422255_2246230_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529824935178664402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;Depedenta e semnul distinctiv in care obiectul adoratiei tale revarsa asupra ta o doza ametitoare si halucinogena din ceva ce nu ai avut niciodata curajul sa recunosti ca ti'ai dorit- un amestec de droguri afective, o cursa infernala a dragostei. Apoi tanjesti dupa atentia neconditionata a celuilalt cu obsesia insatiabila a oricarui drogat. In lipsa drogului, te imbolnavesti subit, o iei razna, devii depresiv (pe langa resentimentele care te incearca fata de cel care ti'a incurajat dependenta inca de la inceput si care acum refuza sa te mai aprovizioneze cu marfa de calitate de care ai atata nevoie- pe care sigur o are ascunsa pe undeva, fir'ar sa fie, pentru ca pe vremuri o primeai pe gratis de la el). In faza urmatoare esti slab, tremuri intr'un coltz si nu mai esti sigur de nimic, ti'ai vinde pana si sufletul sau ti'ai jefui vecinii doar ca sa ai din nou &lt;em&gt;chestia aia&lt;/em&gt;. Intre timp, obiectul adoratiei tale simte fata de tine doar repulsie. Se uita la tine ca si cand nu te'ar mai fi vazut niciodata pana atunci, necum ca la o persoana pe care candva a iubit'o cu pasiune. Ironia face sa nu'l poti invinovati pentru asta. Adica, uita'te la tine: esti o epava jalnica, nici macar tu nu te mai recunosti.&lt;br /&gt;  Asa ca...asta e. Ai ajuns la destinatia finala a pasiunii nebunesti- o parere groaznica despre tine insati, din ghearele careia nu mai exista scapare.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;em&gt;Eat. Pray. Love.&lt;/em&gt;  P.S : timpul vindeca toate ranile.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JAHA4Jh5jkw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JAHA4Jh5jkw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970644011440142155-1830983270577929265?l=passit2theleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/feeds/1830983270577929265/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2010/10/ce-sa-intamplat-cu-noi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/1830983270577929265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/1830983270577929265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2010/10/ce-sa-intamplat-cu-noi.html' title='Ce s&apos;a intamplat cu noi?'/><author><name>MonicaLuana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00037282856096865242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/SyI9u558sAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gYEQRgJRM18/S220/beauty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/TL3ievNr-dI/AAAAAAAAAFs/sxPhmylEHIE/s72-c/36689_398480810668_85964110668_4422255_2246230_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970644011440142155.post-6175705901690696539</id><published>2010-08-31T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T01:32:32.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am dezertat o vreme:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/THy9lMnLoBI/AAAAAAAAAEs/E3nXxu-GcKo/s1600/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/THy9lMnLoBI/AAAAAAAAAEs/E3nXxu-GcKo/s200/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511488490733019154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;M'a parasit inspiratzia o vreme....nu, defapt era tot acolo in capul meu , doar ca nu m'am obosit sa'i zic cuiva. Doar prietenii m'au auzit delirand in ultima vreme:))&lt;br /&gt;N'am mai scris de 2 luni si ceva...si facand un calcul s'au intamplat multe in vara asta...de sfarsit de liceu:) Ash putea sa zic ce m'a durut, ce m'a placut, cine ma iubeste in continuare, si cine se teme de prezentza mea. Parca n'am chef sa devin asha personala.&lt;br /&gt;M'am petrecut extrem, cearcanele si atitudinea de "nu'mi pasa" imi stau drept martore. &lt;br /&gt;Am plans, am ras si am iubit. Oare? Chiar am iubit? Whhhhaaaaattt?? Vreau sa nu se puna problema asta, vreau sa fiu tot eu. Adica sa nu'mi pese. &lt;br /&gt;Vine toamna, facultatea, s'a terminat cu statul degeaba. Nu ma mai petrec si nu mai pierd ore multe in cluburi. M'am linistit. Aveam nevoie sa ascult putzina liniste.&lt;br /&gt;P.S : nu exista planset de suferintza, fara in final, un ecou de bucurie!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rOtFErqO_6k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rOtFErqO_6k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970644011440142155-6175705901690696539?l=passit2theleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/feeds/6175705901690696539/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2010/08/am-dezertat-o-vreme.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/6175705901690696539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/6175705901690696539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2010/08/am-dezertat-o-vreme.html' title='Am dezertat o vreme:)'/><author><name>MonicaLuana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00037282856096865242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/SyI9u558sAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gYEQRgJRM18/S220/beauty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/THy9lMnLoBI/AAAAAAAAAEs/E3nXxu-GcKo/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970644011440142155.post-6983903140864579033</id><published>2010-06-22T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T04:10:57.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/TCCZ1tKrZXI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l7mhoJEtgvE/s1600/christineremake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 177px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/TCCZ1tKrZXI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l7mhoJEtgvE/s200/christineremake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485553494073763186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sunt momente in care adultii te dezgusta in niste moduri pe care ei nu le'ar intelege niciodata" &lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    Christine by Stephen King 1983&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Am avut placerea sa regasesc doua carti pe care le'am indragit de pe la 14 ani cand le'am citit prima data. The Shining si Christine, ambele scrise de Stephen King. Omu' asta are un stil sa'ti inspire groaza, ca ti'e si frica sa citesti. Si totushi o faci pentru ca nu te poti abtzine. Am observat asta la mine in ultimul timp...fac lucruri care ma irita pentru ca nu ma pot abtzine. Un fel de atractie morbida.&lt;br /&gt; Anyway, revenind la carti...pot spune ca sa citesc e placerea mea cea mai mare. Nu petrecerile, nu iesitu aiurea...nimic nu e mai placut decat sa stau in pat si sa citesc o carte, pe care am mai citit'o de 100 de ori. Christine e una dintre acele cartzi. Ma face sa'mi doresc o mashina veche, un Plymouth Fury model '58 si sa strivesc totul in jur. Ipocriziile si bulshit'urile. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1-WOUaBckzw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1-WOUaBckzw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970644011440142155-6983903140864579033?l=passit2theleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/feeds/6983903140864579033/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2010/06/christine.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/6983903140864579033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/6983903140864579033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2010/06/christine.html' title='Christine'/><author><name>MonicaLuana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00037282856096865242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/SyI9u558sAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gYEQRgJRM18/S220/beauty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/TCCZ1tKrZXI/AAAAAAAAAEk/l7mhoJEtgvE/s72-c/christineremake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970644011440142155.post-8653593239316828722</id><published>2010-06-14T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T09:58:21.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fluturash fluturash...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/TBZfofZFtRI/AAAAAAAAAEc/kkthUIdg-I0/s1600/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/TBZfofZFtRI/AAAAAAAAAEc/kkthUIdg-I0/s200/Picture+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482674745596294418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am revenit....in lumea mea petrecareatza. A fost o pauza indelungata in care am ars'o chilleanu. Citing ce'am scris in posturile mai vechi , am zambit. Ce bine ma distram si pe atunci. Ca si acum. Iar am filme tot timpu. Tot felu de tot felu am in cap. Doar ca acuma am si filme ciudate sau triste, nu doar happy happy joy joy. Dar e ok, fara tristetze n'am mai aprecia fericirea. &lt;br /&gt;Astept sa scap de bac si sa nu ma mai streseze nimic. Nu ca acuma m'ash stresa prea tare, dar mi'e tot timpu in minte si ma distrage de la filmele mele:)). &lt;br /&gt;Oare o sa fiu vreodata normala?&lt;br /&gt;P.S : ash vrea sa fie mai lung postu asta, dar pur si simplu mi'e greu sa scot gandurile din capul meu si sa le astern pe foaia asta electronica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JOvNsve_2eI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JOvNsve_2eI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970644011440142155-8653593239316828722?l=passit2theleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/feeds/8653593239316828722/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2010/06/fluturash-fluturash.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/8653593239316828722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/8653593239316828722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2010/06/fluturash-fluturash.html' title='Fluturash fluturash...'/><author><name>MonicaLuana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00037282856096865242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/SyI9u558sAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gYEQRgJRM18/S220/beauty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/TBZfofZFtRI/AAAAAAAAAEc/kkthUIdg-I0/s72-c/Picture+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970644011440142155.post-4042710189590803418</id><published>2010-05-10T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T10:17:02.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Este doar cainele meu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/S-g-02ZRNII/AAAAAAAAAEU/kQHeDom_A3k/s1600/Image0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/S-g-02ZRNII/AAAAAAAAAEU/kQHeDom_A3k/s200/Image0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469690825117086850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El reprezinta ceilalti ochi ai mei care pot vedea dincolo de nori; celelalte urechi ale mele care pot auzi in ciuda vanturilor. El reprezinta acea parte din mine care poate sa infrunte marea. Mi-a spus de peste o mie de ori ca eu reprezint motivul existentei sale; prin modul in care se sprijina de piciorul meu; prin felul in care da din coada la cel mai mic zambet al meu; prin felul in care isi arata suferinta atunci cand plec fara sa-i vorbesc. (Cred ca se imbolnaveste de grija atunci cand nu este cu mine, s-mi poarte de grija). Cand gresesc, este incantat sa ierte. Cand sunt furios, se prosteste ca sa ma faca sa rad. Cand sunt fericit, el este fericirea fara margini. Cand sunt nesabuit, ma ignora. Cand reusesc, ma lauda. Fara el sunt un om oarecare. Cu el, sunt atotputernicul. El este loialitatea insasi. M-a invatat devotamentul. Cu el, cunosc o liniste secreta si o pace numai a mea. Mi-a adus intelegere cand am fost ignorant. Capul sau stand pe genunchii mei imi poate vindeca toate suferintele. Prezenta sa alaturi de mine ma protejeaza de frica de intuneric si de lucrurile necunoscute. Mi-a promis sa ma astepte...oricand...oriunde- in caz ca am nevoie de el. Si cred ca voi avea de el...asa cum am avut intotdeauna. El este doar cainele meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Gene Hill, "Este doar cainele meu", Tears&amp; Laughter, 1997&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;Cainele meu este defapt o ea. Ea , de care nu m'am plictisit niciodata. Ea care m'a enervat uneori, dar a fost mereu acolo. Langa mine. In sufletul meu. Cea mai intensa iubire. De 8 ani incoace. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rGp4D4uQp54&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rGp4D4uQp54&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970644011440142155-4042710189590803418?l=passit2theleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/feeds/4042710189590803418/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2010/05/este-doar-cainele-meu.html#comment-form' title='18 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/4042710189590803418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/4042710189590803418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2010/05/este-doar-cainele-meu.html' title='Este doar cainele meu'/><author><name>MonicaLuana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00037282856096865242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/SyI9u558sAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gYEQRgJRM18/S220/beauty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/S-g-02ZRNII/AAAAAAAAAEU/kQHeDom_A3k/s72-c/Image0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970644011440142155.post-6889362613353811510</id><published>2010-04-27T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T07:22:38.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De toate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/S9by_f_NiaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/vdRoFoc_pvw/s1600/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/S9by_f_NiaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/vdRoFoc_pvw/s200/Picture+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464822370592983458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Party, drugs, sex, alcool si tatuaje...de toate. Le'am facut pe toate. Multe tampenii facute doar in 19 ani si evident ingramadite in ultimii ani de viatza. Se poate si mai rau, dar se poate si mai bine. Dar parca mai bine inseamna normal, un om ca toti ceilaltzi...o oaie in turma. Si asta sigur nu o vreau. Mai bine junkista, tatuata delicventa alcoolista [:))]...decat banala si dureros de normala. Mai bine le fac pe toate si ma pastrez pe mine asha cum vreau eu sa fiu , nu cum ma vor altzii. Daca ar fi trebuit sa fiu normala , cu sigurantza ash fii fost...si mi'ar fii placut scoala si ash fii fost devreme acasa. Imi place sa ma impachetez si sa ma distrez. &lt;br /&gt;Ciudata uneori. Chiar asha sunt...ciudata. Ciudata. Si le fac pe toate. Dar macar raman eu:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FDYIdBZUl2Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FDYIdBZUl2Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970644011440142155-6889362613353811510?l=passit2theleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/feeds/6889362613353811510/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2010/04/de-toate.html#comment-form' title='10 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/6889362613353811510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/6889362613353811510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2010/04/de-toate.html' title='De toate.'/><author><name>MonicaLuana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00037282856096865242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/SyI9u558sAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gYEQRgJRM18/S220/beauty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/S9by_f_NiaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/vdRoFoc_pvw/s72-c/Picture+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970644011440142155.post-4694185935531368894</id><published>2010-04-20T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T14:05:51.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>praf=pachet=patent :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/S84WwAUizuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/qtbfLSHIatY/s1600/IMG_4453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/S84WwAUizuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/qtbfLSHIatY/s200/IMG_4453.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462328412022689506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum sa stai la 11 jumatate noaptea pe o banca intr'un parc? In ploaie. In frig. Cu prietena mea -__-. Si sa cantam pe 2 voci. Cum se poate asha ceva? Una din cele mai amuzante experientze impachetate din viatza mea:))&lt;br /&gt;F*ck you bonsai!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gbIrXCTDU_Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gbIrXCTDU_Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970644011440142155-4694185935531368894?l=passit2theleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/feeds/4694185935531368894/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2010/04/prafpachetpatent.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/4694185935531368894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/4694185935531368894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2010/04/prafpachetpatent.html' title='praf=pachet=patent :))'/><author><name>MonicaLuana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00037282856096865242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/SyI9u558sAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gYEQRgJRM18/S220/beauty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/S84WwAUizuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/qtbfLSHIatY/s72-c/IMG_4453.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970644011440142155.post-1869755303817723075</id><published>2010-03-31T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T11:14:49.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Infidelitatea...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/S7QGs2DcnNI/AAAAAAAAAD8/vfCtZvE4BTc/s1600/29112009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/S7QGs2DcnNI/AAAAAAAAAD8/vfCtZvE4BTc/s200/29112009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454992416146496722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inshel? Imi pun intrebarea asta in cap. Raspunsul e un “da” destul de timid kre face sa imi apara iar cuta aia de pe frunte datorata frustrarii. Inshel atunci cand partenerul nu imi ofera tot ce am nevoie. Poate atentia sau poate nu ma satisface intre ashternuturi asha cum ash vrea. Atunci apelez la altcineva. Imi las atitudinea de prietena fidela si devin iar mica “vampa”. Lipsurile au fost cele care m’au impins in bratzele unui amant. Ce romantic suna…nu e chiar asha. Ramane senzatia aia ca esti o tarfa, si ca cauti probleme cu lumanarea.&lt;br /&gt;Daca ash inshela acum, ar fi pentru a’mi demonstra ca pot seduce. Uneori ai nevoie de ceva sau cineva care sa iti intareasca increderea in sine. Ash inshela acum doar ca sa vad ca pot si sunt in stare sa scap neprinsa. Nu am nevoie de vreun baiat sau barbat strain intre picioare. Nu am nevoie. Nu. Doar vreau sa vad daca sunt in stare sa joc iar rolul de infidela. Si cred ca pot.&lt;br /&gt;De ce o sa inshel in viitor? Nu stiu nici asta. E posibi sa raman la acest motiv sau sa trec la altul. Astept sa vad, nu ma grabesc….&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S:Vibratorul nu e amantul. Motivul pentru care am pus o poza cu el...este....nu stiu care este. Doar ca asha am vrut eu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KGI-AWnQK-U&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KGI-AWnQK-U&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970644011440142155-1869755303817723075?l=passit2theleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/feeds/1869755303817723075/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2010/03/infidelitatea.html#comment-form' title='10 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/1869755303817723075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/1869755303817723075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2010/03/infidelitatea.html' title='Infidelitatea...'/><author><name>MonicaLuana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00037282856096865242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/SyI9u558sAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gYEQRgJRM18/S220/beauty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/S7QGs2DcnNI/AAAAAAAAAD8/vfCtZvE4BTc/s72-c/29112009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970644011440142155.post-1725643170848405827</id><published>2010-03-26T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T05:49:29.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zambeste!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/S6ytBq-PmUI/AAAAAAAAADs/cK8hlNW1eEk/s1600/love+is.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/S6ytBq-PmUI/AAAAAAAAADs/cK8hlNW1eEk/s200/love+is.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452923493065660738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma scufund. De ce nu vorbeste nimeni pe limba mea?&lt;br /&gt;Asha simt. Ba nu, asha simtzeam aseara. Isterica si nervoasa, ca intotdeauna. Acuma sunt pe sec, sunt nicicum. Totul e bleah. Sec. &lt;br /&gt;Cand sunt happy, toata lumea e happy. Pentru ca fericirea mea e molipsitoare. Zambeste. Optimism. Soare. Soare in suflet. E frumos afara. Zambeste am zis!&lt;br /&gt;Si totushi nu zambesc. De ce? Chiar cred ca este ceva in neregula cu mine. Sunt nebuna. Salbatica. Ceva in neregula. Zambeste. Multzimii ii place. E frumos sa cunosti pe cineva ciudat.&lt;br /&gt;Zambeste. Fortzat. Fa'o. &lt;br /&gt;Vorbesc singura? Zambeste. Delir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NoBFhdeR9PE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NoBFhdeR9PE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970644011440142155-1725643170848405827?l=passit2theleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/feeds/1725643170848405827/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2010/03/zambeste.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/1725643170848405827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/1725643170848405827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2010/03/zambeste.html' title='Zambeste!'/><author><name>MonicaLuana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00037282856096865242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/SyI9u558sAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gYEQRgJRM18/S220/beauty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/S6ytBq-PmUI/AAAAAAAAADs/cK8hlNW1eEk/s72-c/love+is.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970644011440142155.post-2007284122111405230</id><published>2010-03-14T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T09:08:06.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Porno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/S50JhY2MqEI/AAAAAAAAADk/clBBG1mHAYY/s1600-h/tumblr_kr88g7jzgr1qz7lxdo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/S50JhY2MqEI/AAAAAAAAADk/clBBG1mHAYY/s200/tumblr_kr88g7jzgr1qz7lxdo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448521593398274114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By Irwine Welsh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Nu suntem decat niste muishti terminatzi, vai de mama noastra, intr'o scena pe care o uram, dintr'un orash pe care il uram, prefacandu'ne ca suntem centrul universului, indopandu'ne cu droguri de cacat, ca sa atenuam sentimentul ca adevarata viatza se desfashoara'n alta parte, constientzi ca nu facem nimic altceva decat sa alimentam toata paranoia si deziluzia asta , si totushi prea apatici ca sa'i punem capat:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Pyn87oJIlg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Pyn87oJIlg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970644011440142155-2007284122111405230?l=passit2theleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/feeds/2007284122111405230/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2010/03/porno.html#comment-form' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/2007284122111405230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/2007284122111405230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2010/03/porno.html' title='Porno'/><author><name>MonicaLuana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00037282856096865242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/SyI9u558sAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gYEQRgJRM18/S220/beauty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/S50JhY2MqEI/AAAAAAAAADk/clBBG1mHAYY/s72-c/tumblr_kr88g7jzgr1qz7lxdo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970644011440142155.post-7207742361115653945</id><published>2010-03-06T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T07:34:17.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O dezvirginare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/S5J19NuvfcI/AAAAAAAAADc/8M-Gj-Y_A2U/s1600-h/vreaudj_final+-+Copy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/S5J19NuvfcI/AAAAAAAAADc/8M-Gj-Y_A2U/s200/vreaudj_final+-+Copy.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445544593962532290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi e pentru prima data cand nu scriu despre mine. Adica si Midi are legatura mine....doar ca....e Midi si nu eu. Adica am dezvirginat blogu. In ureche.&lt;br /&gt;Asta ascult eu azi: &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5kJ09FpWoaM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5kJ09FpWoaM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si sa nu uitam. vreaudj.ro Sa nu uitam:)) www.vreaudj.ro&lt;br /&gt;De ar fii dupa mine ar veni Parov Stelar. Night in Torino. All the time \:d/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970644011440142155-7207742361115653945?l=passit2theleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/feeds/7207742361115653945/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-dezvirginare.html#comment-form' title='9 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/7207742361115653945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/7207742361115653945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2010/03/o-dezvirginare.html' title='O dezvirginare'/><author><name>MonicaLuana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00037282856096865242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/SyI9u558sAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gYEQRgJRM18/S220/beauty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/S5J19NuvfcI/AAAAAAAAADc/8M-Gj-Y_A2U/s72-c/vreaudj_final+-+Copy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970644011440142155.post-1349064393389747917</id><published>2010-03-06T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T07:28:57.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midi midi midi \:d/</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/S5J0s4IIH6I/AAAAAAAAADU/o-K5ktLxnRQ/s1600-h/premii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/S5J0s4IIH6I/AAAAAAAAADU/o-K5ktLxnRQ/s200/premii.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445543213773889442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prima data cand am fost eu in Midi, nu mi'a placut. Adicaaaaaaaa nu era genul meu. O ardeam mai pitzi cand eram mai tinerica:)) Acuma imi place mult Midi. Mult de tot. Pentru ca imi place muzica. Si atmosfera. Atmosfera mai ales. Nu ma stresez nimeni si dansez ca fierastrau'. Dansul meu de fierastrau e ciudat, dar e simpatic. Deci Midi e cul pentru mine ca ma simt ca acasa. Si e party party party extrem. De la Midi stiu ca ajung a doua zi intr'o vreme acasa. Numai vorbe de lauda pentru Midi. De ce zic de asha multe ori midi? Imi place cum suna. midi midi midi midi midi midi :d&lt;br /&gt;Midi midi midi organizeaza un concurs cu vreaudj.ro. Si dau copy paste. Ca mi'e lene. ( azi am dat cambridgeu deci mi'am folosit capacitatzile lingvistice destul:d).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau DJ - prima campanie online pe domeniul de clubbing din Romania.&lt;br /&gt;Cluj Napoca, 5 martie 2010&lt;br /&gt;Club Midi impreuna cu The Kitchen lanseaza prima campanie online pe domeniul de clubbing din Romania.&lt;br /&gt;"Vreau DJ" este o campanie online care se bazeaza pe un concept inedit de implicare a publicului tinta atat in alegerea DJ-ului pe care vor sa-l vada in Club Midi, cat si pe un concurs saptamanal cu premii pe baza de vot ("user generated content"), la care se pot castiga premii foarte atractive.&lt;br /&gt;Te-ai saturat sa-ti faca altii program si sa ai o gama limitata de oferte pentru timpul tau liber? Atunci bine ai venit in campania Vreau DJ! Avem pentru tine concursuri interesante cu premii atractive si un mare eveniment la care TU poti decide DJ-ul invitat. Te invitam sa-ti faci cont pentru a putea participa. Campania Vreau DJ se desfasoara pe parcursul a 6 saptamanii: 5 martie - 20 aprilie 2010.&lt;br /&gt;Propune-ne DJ-ul favorit si vei intra in cursa pentru marele premiu: TU + cinci prieteni veti fi invitatii nostri VIP la marele eveniment. Vei primi un Gold Card, valabil petru doua persoane, cu care vei putea intra gratuit la orice eveniment din Club Midi, valabil tot anul 2010. Plusam cu un premiu la alegere, un curs de DJ la Bucuresti sau un soft profesional cu care poti invata singur sa mixezi - pentru spiritul de DJ din tine.&lt;br /&gt;In perioada 5 martie - 21 martie 2010 se vor propune DJii favoriti iar dupa ce aceasta perioada se va incheia se va da startul unei noi etape, cea in care DJii din top 10 propuneri vor fi votati. In final, cel mai votat DJ va fi adus de Club Midi pentru o mega petrecere.&lt;br /&gt;In paralel cu votarea, saptamanal, se vor derula concursurii cu premii foarte atractive.Avem pentru tine 4 probe saptamanale si cate un premiu pentru fiecare tema data. Va trebui sa ne arati cum a fost la cel mai tare concert, care a fost cel mai misto festival la care ai luat parte, ce club consideri ca ar fi cel mai tare si cum te distrezi tu cu prietenii tai la cele mai nebune petreceri. Consideram ca pozele sunt cele mai bune dovezi asa ca rasfoieste bine prin arhiva si albumele foto, incarca-le pe site si invita-ti prietenii sa te voteze. Saptamanal o sa anuntam o tema (tema saptamanii va fi anuntata in fiecare zi de luni a concursului saptamanal) si o sa te rugam sa aduni voturi, poza cu cele mai multe voturi, in decursul unei saptamani, castiga premiul pus la bataie.&lt;br /&gt;Fii activ pe site, arata-ne ca esti cel mai activ clubber si vei putea castiga un weekend la Mamaia, de 1 mai, pentru tine si inca o persoana la un hotel de 3 stele. Stim ca de 1 Mai toata lumea merge la mare in special pentru event-urile ce se anunta. Cel mai important este festivalul Sunwaves iar tu si prietenul/prietena meritati sa fiti pe guest list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970644011440142155-1349064393389747917?l=passit2theleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/feeds/1349064393389747917/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2010/03/midi-midi-midi-d.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/1349064393389747917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/1349064393389747917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2010/03/midi-midi-midi-d.html' title='Midi midi midi \:d/'/><author><name>MonicaLuana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00037282856096865242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/SyI9u558sAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gYEQRgJRM18/S220/beauty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/S5J0s4IIH6I/AAAAAAAAADU/o-K5ktLxnRQ/s72-c/premii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970644011440142155.post-493012457478653525</id><published>2010-02-28T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T09:00:56.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dem na like me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/S4qgxkKmCxI/AAAAAAAAADM/tDmCCoK91dM/s1600-h/2ms0dpk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 141px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/S4qgxkKmCxI/AAAAAAAAADM/tDmCCoK91dM/s200/2ms0dpk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443339873012812562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum sunt eu...e greu de spus. Am fost la inceput o copila dulce si naiva. M'am schimbat. Nu dau vina pe nimeni si nimic. It was meant to be. Am incercat tot timpul sa fiu o persoana dragutza cu care sa te potzi intzelege, si ocazional am mai luat cate una peste bot. Asha ca ma intreb pentru ce oare sa fii sufletista sau increzatoare?&lt;br /&gt;Cum sunt eu acuma. A dracului. Rautacioasa. O scarbi. Degeaba nu'ti vine tzie cititorule sa crezi, pentru ca iti zic eu ca e foarte adevarat:)). Fara sa vreau fac misto de toata lumea si de toate cele. Probabil eu un mecanism de aparare, ca sa nu fiu eu atacata la randul meu. Prietenii mei stiu cum sunt eu si ma accepta. Imi accepta si rautatzile, pentru ca in definitiv cu ei am sa fiu pana la urma treaba. Si o prietena adevarata. Nu mi'ash trada in mod intentzionat niciodata prietenii. Chiar daca uneori am fost cam bitchy si am facut lucruri pe care le'am regretat uneori.&lt;br /&gt;E funny asha cum par eu un copil cuminte. Ma amuza fizionomia mea de fata la locul ei. Ma tradeaza parul blond de pitzipoanca (hahaha) si tatuajul fluturos de pe spate. Si ochii se pare. Cica am privirea perversa. Si ma da de gol. Ca sunt party animal. Cred ca da.&lt;br /&gt;Vastele "experimente" chimice prin care am trecut in ultima vreme m'au lasat cu o atitudine de "ma doare'n p*la de lume". Si inainte eram nepasatoare dar acuma parca sunt groaznica. Ma ating atata de putzine lucruri. Si sunt chill. Imi place sa fiu chill. Sa ma imbrac chill. Sa traiesc chill. Sa fiu chill. Chilllllll. &lt;br /&gt;Si sa delirez. Si sa fiu eu. Eu , cica sunt ciudata. Dar celor din viatza mea le place cum sunt eu. Ciudata. Chill. Deliranta. Dulce.&lt;br /&gt;Momentan sunt suparata. Defapt dezamagita. O persoana apropiata mie se comporta ca o pizda proasta. Sper sa'si revina. Pentru ca eu nu dau inapoi. &lt;br /&gt;"Pentru a sti ce e virtutea, trebuie intai sa cunoastem viciul. Daca iti plac viicle atunci inseamna ca natura te-a vrut vicios si ar fi un viciu sa nu fii astfel" Marchizul de Sade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ewusaBsTjVM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ewusaBsTjVM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970644011440142155-493012457478653525?l=passit2theleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/feeds/493012457478653525/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2010/02/dem-na-like-me.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/493012457478653525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/493012457478653525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2010/02/dem-na-like-me.html' title='Dem na like me!'/><author><name>MonicaLuana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00037282856096865242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/SyI9u558sAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gYEQRgJRM18/S220/beauty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/S4qgxkKmCxI/AAAAAAAAADM/tDmCCoK91dM/s72-c/2ms0dpk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970644011440142155.post-3942302383706693290</id><published>2010-02-11T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T09:17:44.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kent 8? Nu. Tu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/S3Q7sOkqxNI/AAAAAAAAADE/M26sr9tbWyM/s1600-h/Darkened08-pic3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/S3Q7sOkqxNI/AAAAAAAAADE/M26sr9tbWyM/s200/Darkened08-pic3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437036281155208402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esti ca o tzigara. Te bucuri sa o savurezi, dar iti  lasa in urma un gust nu prea placut. Te face sa te simtzi bine, dar la final iti dai seama ca e daunatoare pentru tine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Off topic&lt;/em&gt; : E ciudat sa fiu asha de racordata la realitate. Mi'e dor levitez prin lumea mea , in care ma simt asha de bine. Faptul ca am luat o pauza nu imi place. Nu simt nevoia sa'mi dau in cap, dar totushi vreau foarte mult sa fac asta. Sesiunile de party party party sunt momentan dedicate exclusiv weekend'ului ( am mai zis asta?!) Vineri, sambata si duminica pana la ora 21. Nu mai tzin minte nimic. Mi'am pierdut memoria fotografica a lectziilor. Existentza precede esentza. Cele mai smechere ore....stai! Am avut o revelatzie. Stiu de ce am inspiratzie cand sunt sparta. Pentru ca in acele momente am spart carapacea cotidiana si vad lucrurile asa cum sunt ele defapt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. musical&lt;/em&gt; : cand aud piesele care mergeau cel mai des la party'uri mi se face stomacu ghem. Si ma vad in starea aia de party party party . Nu doresc asta momentan. Ascult altceva:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DahTBA1NGj8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DahTBA1NGj8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970644011440142155-3942302383706693290?l=passit2theleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/feeds/3942302383706693290/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2010/02/kent-8-nu-tu.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/3942302383706693290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/3942302383706693290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2010/02/kent-8-nu-tu.html' title='Kent 8? Nu. Tu!'/><author><name>MonicaLuana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00037282856096865242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/SyI9u558sAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gYEQRgJRM18/S220/beauty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/S3Q7sOkqxNI/AAAAAAAAADE/M26sr9tbWyM/s72-c/Darkened08-pic3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970644011440142155.post-4567384690615357688</id><published>2010-02-10T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T05:25:38.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stiu ca'ti place tare, stiu ca'ti place basu'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/S3KzPlEO2qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ATcC6bIygL4/s1600-h/4682-259x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 173px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/S3KzPlEO2qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ATcC6bIygL4/s200/4682-259x300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436604780418882210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar am stat o vesnicie sa ma gandesc la titlu. Nu stiu de ce tot am filmu asta. Dar ma tot gandesc ca titlul atrage cititorii, asha ca trebuie sa fie cat ma atractiv. Ma rog, in privintza acestui post, poza spune tot.&lt;br /&gt;Nu cred ca exista cineva care sa nu o cunoasca. Laura Andreshan. Nu stiu sa spun exact ce inseamna ea pentru mine. Role model, un gen de prieten, vedeta, enigma....nu stiu . Stiu doar ca o plac de cand eram mica si am vazut prima data.  Tzin minte ca la inceput m'a shocat persoana ei, deh, eram copila. Nu am declarat nimanui nimic despre fascinatzia mea cu privire la aceasta femeie. Unii ii spun "tarfa". Ce prosti inchistratzi in gandirea comunista. Laura este o femeie foarte desteapta, care a stiut sa profite de imaginea pe care o poate produce in fatza oamenilor. A stiut de la bun inceput ca "sex sells" si a scos din asta bani. Si faima. Si o cariera. &lt;br /&gt;Laura este o persoana foarte controversata. Iubita si urata in acelashi timp. Eu fac , obviously, parte din primul grup. E crazy si cand ma gandesc la ea, ma vad pe mine peste cativa ani. La fel de libera si cu durere'n pwla vreau sa fiu si eu. Doar ca ea are un curaju (sau o fi tupeu?!) pe care nu cred ca il am. &lt;br /&gt;Ma tot gandeam sa scriu postu' asta mai demult, dar stiu ca unii altzii vor crede ca e lipeala. Pentru ca o cunosc personal. Si da, e great si in realitate. Si ii place viatza. Exact cum imi place si mie. &lt;br /&gt;Ea e Laura. Eu sunt Luana. Ce tare, nu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Ba9q-kd13s&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Ba9q-kd13s&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970644011440142155-4567384690615357688?l=passit2theleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/feeds/4567384690615357688/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2010/02/stiu-cati-place-tare-stiu-cati-place.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/4567384690615357688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/4567384690615357688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2010/02/stiu-cati-place-tare-stiu-cati-place.html' title='Stiu ca&apos;ti place tare, stiu ca&apos;ti place basu&apos;'/><author><name>MonicaLuana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00037282856096865242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/SyI9u558sAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gYEQRgJRM18/S220/beauty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/S3KzPlEO2qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ATcC6bIygL4/s72-c/4682-259x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970644011440142155.post-3199786618917289301</id><published>2010-02-08T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T06:31:40.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iar titlu?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/S3AgReDPLLI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6en4ZhALDFY/s1600-h/Image00481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/S3AgReDPLLI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6en4ZhALDFY/s200/Image00481.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435880234732694706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partea cu titlul este cea pe care o urasc cel mai mult. De ce trebuie sa aiba gandurile mele un titlu? Ele exista pur si simplu. Nu au nevoie de un nume.:)&lt;br /&gt;A inceput semestrul 2. Ultimul meu an de liceu. Zilele trec anevoios si nu se mai termina perioada asta in care ar trebui sa invatz. Evident ca nu o prea fac, si deja cuvantul asta imi face greatza. Recunosc ca ma bazez pe farama de inteligentza pe care o am ca sa ma descurc. Asha cum am facut tot timpu'. Am facut un 69:) 69 de procente la simularea la informatica. &lt;br /&gt;Ce saptamana nebuna am avut. 2 much party party party. Mi'am distrus tineretzea. Hahaha. Iar scriu aiurea. Si aiurez de la un subiect la altu. Asha imi place mie:-?? Am scris foarte coerent primul paragraf. Apoi am delirat asha cum imi place mie. Viata e frumoasa cand mintea ti'o ia razna. Imi place sa aiurez si sa ma gandesc la toate. Daydreaming is good for me. Chiar daca unora nu le place cand intru in gandurile mele...asta sunt eu. Si daca ash incerca sa le povestesc ce e in mintea mea, ei nu ar intzelege. Oau. Ce tampenii vorbesc. Imi scriu gandurile. Desi mai sunt si altele. Si se suprapun.&lt;br /&gt;Party party party no more. Ma fac cuminte. Promit. Doar in weekend o mai iau razna. Ocazional. Sunt cuminte. Poate daca o zic de mai multe ori, chiar o sa se intample.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970644011440142155-3199786618917289301?l=passit2theleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/feeds/3199786618917289301/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2010/02/iar-titlu.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/3199786618917289301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/3199786618917289301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2010/02/iar-titlu.html' title='Iar titlu?!'/><author><name>MonicaLuana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00037282856096865242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/SyI9u558sAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gYEQRgJRM18/S220/beauty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/S3AgReDPLLI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6en4ZhALDFY/s72-c/Image00481.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970644011440142155.post-3622157683158966573</id><published>2010-02-03T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T03:04:54.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality check mash up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/S2lXZs2RYfI/AAAAAAAAACs/68Lb9MydNlg/s1600-h/Tatu__by_Ladybamelot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/S2lXZs2RYfI/AAAAAAAAACs/68Lb9MydNlg/s200/Tatu__by_Ladybamelot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433970524446351858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nu stiu de ce am pus titlul acesta. Au fost primele cuvinte care mi'au venit in cap:-??. &lt;br /&gt;Daca mi s'a parut ca vacantza din decembrie a fost crazy, asta prin care trec acuma e si mai si. 2010 e un an nebun. Drama and art fractals. Ma distrez si ma panichez totodata. E ca si cum viatza mea circula pe doua sensuri. Cel regulamentar si cel neregulamentar. The girl next door by day, party animal by night. Doar ca deja nu mai fac distinctie intre day and night. It's all a blur. Ma simt bine. Ma simt ciudat. E bine cand ma simt ciudat.&lt;br /&gt;Aurul special ma face sa delirez maxim. Si apoi ma simt rau. Diferite stari si urmari. Mi'e pofta de mancare ,dar nu pot sa mananc. Sunt racita, si totusi ma simt bine. Vreau ceva, si apoi nu'l mai vreau.&lt;br /&gt;Genunchii mei se transforma ocazional in floricele care adora sa danseze ( prietenii stiu de ce).&lt;br /&gt;E funny. Toate's funny. Funny ca "haha ce banc bun" sau funny ca " this milk tastes funny?". Nu stiu. E funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunt un fluturash&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970644011440142155-3622157683158966573?l=passit2theleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/feeds/3622157683158966573/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2010/02/reality-check-mash-up.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/3622157683158966573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/3622157683158966573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2010/02/reality-check-mash-up.html' title='Reality check mash up'/><author><name>MonicaLuana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00037282856096865242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/SyI9u558sAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gYEQRgJRM18/S220/beauty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/S2lXZs2RYfI/AAAAAAAAACs/68Lb9MydNlg/s72-c/Tatu__by_Ladybamelot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970644011440142155.post-8066377334301507987</id><published>2010-01-22T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T07:27:51.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pauza? Neah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/S1nDZfOjdtI/AAAAAAAAACk/CGvgaVgKvRY/s1600-h/magic%2520mushrooms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 126px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/S1nDZfOjdtI/AAAAAAAAACk/CGvgaVgKvRY/s200/magic%2520mushrooms.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429585668418533074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mi'am promis. Mi'am jurat. Ca imi revin din dereglajul in care ma aflu. Doar ca din pacate in loc sa ma indrept spre lumina, ma afund in intuneric. Dar mie intunericul imi pare lumina, e lumina filmului meu. Filmul meu se indeparteaza de realitate, si ma ia pe mine cu el. Nu imi pasa. Nu vreau sa ma opresc. Abia am inceput, cum dracu' sa ma opresc deja?! Stiu ca nu e bine, nu e sanatos si nu e frumos. In ultima luna am suferit un dereglaj chimic care mi'a modificat structura pupilei. Chiar asha nebunie sa fii fost? Probabil. Oricum nu pun punct. Pentru ca nu vreau. Imping limitele.&lt;br /&gt;Psihic sunt ok. Oare chiar sunt ok? Jumatate din timp prinsa in filmele mele cu acces restrictzionat unde putzin oameni reusesc sa intre. Mi se pare asha de ironic sa vad cum un lucru de care credeam ca am nevoie si fara de care voi suferii, defapt conteaza atata de putin. Cea mai importanta pentru ca eu sa fiu eu...sunt chiar eu! Dar oricum...thanks for everything!In rest, ma fac pe mine sa fiu puternica. Fiecare shut in fund e un pas inainte! Am mai zis asta,nu?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970644011440142155-8066377334301507987?l=passit2theleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/feeds/8066377334301507987/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2010/01/pauza-neah.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/8066377334301507987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/8066377334301507987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2010/01/pauza-neah.html' title='Pauza? Neah...'/><author><name>MonicaLuana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00037282856096865242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/SyI9u558sAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gYEQRgJRM18/S220/beauty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/S1nDZfOjdtI/AAAAAAAAACk/CGvgaVgKvRY/s72-c/magic%2520mushrooms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970644011440142155.post-8540183820914601322</id><published>2010-01-14T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T04:44:44.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu? Salbatica!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/S08IuaOxCYI/AAAAAAAAACc/UrXv0YOHEMk/s1600-h/DSCF1029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/S08IuaOxCYI/AAAAAAAAACc/UrXv0YOHEMk/s200/DSCF1029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426565669412997506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scopul vietzii noastre este fericirea. Fericirea se tra. Cacat. Am uitat. Some women are like wild horses, and can never be tamed. So they must find someone as wild as them to rung along with. "Ce salbatica esti. Nu te'a imblanzit nimeni niciodata"( mi'a zis el prima data cand m'a cunoscut). Eu salbatica, nu salbatica. Pur si simplu libertate in mine, libera, libera in privirea cu ochi anormali. Rebela si rautacioasa, fac doar ce vreau. Ei bine poate salbatica, ca un mustang. Am sa te las sa pui mana pe mine, dar niciodata nu o sa fii stapanul meu. Mereu voi avea frica si neincrederea mea interioara, lasandu'mi intotdeauna o portitza de scapare. Mortzii ei de placere si evitare a durerii.&lt;br /&gt;......Chestie culeasa de pe foile de filozofie. Cred ca inca mai aveam ceva verde in sistem...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tMsVvUxOqKs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tMsVvUxOqKs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970644011440142155-8540183820914601322?l=passit2theleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/feeds/8540183820914601322/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2010/01/eu-salbatica.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/8540183820914601322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/8540183820914601322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2010/01/eu-salbatica.html' title='Eu? Salbatica!'/><author><name>MonicaLuana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00037282856096865242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/SyI9u558sAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gYEQRgJRM18/S220/beauty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/S08IuaOxCYI/AAAAAAAAACc/UrXv0YOHEMk/s72-c/DSCF1029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970644011440142155.post-7356989762964969453</id><published>2010-01-11T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T08:43:35.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Si cand rad...eu plang.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Imediat se fac 24 de ore de cand ma bufneste plansu incontinuu. Ieri la ora asta , ma departam de lumina de la capatul tunelului...Acolo am zambit, aici plang. Viatza mea e aici, vreau sa fie acolo. Aici nu ma mai vreau, si totushi aici trebuie sa le fac pe toate. Dar si fericirea mea pleaca. Vreau din nou acolo unde imi era bine. Poate gresesc, poate ma amagesc, dar eu acolo vreau sa fiu. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mY32Q8hROu0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mY32Q8hROu0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esti gandul meu bun&lt;br /&gt;Cand ma ascund in fum&lt;br /&gt;Si spun ca poate o sa am cu tine un final de drum&lt;br /&gt;Si spun ca daca ar pica totul&lt;br /&gt;Dac-as fi cu tine as sti c-am luat tot potul&lt;br /&gt;Esti haina care ma imbraca&lt;br /&gt;In momentu-n care toti ma lasa balta&lt;br /&gt;M-acoperi, ma-ntelegi, ma strangi, ma incalzesti&lt;br /&gt;Ma faci sa cred ca-n doi e mult mai greu sa pierzi&lt;br /&gt;Esti cea care totdeauna imi raspunde&lt;br /&gt;Cand cer intariri, cea care nu se-ascunde&lt;br /&gt;Cea care poate face soare atunci cand ploua&lt;br /&gt;Cea care poate sa ma duca intr-o era noua&lt;br /&gt;Esti bandajul care-l pun pe rana&lt;br /&gt;Cand sangerez la pamant lipsit de orice vlaga&lt;br /&gt;Ma faci sa ma ridic si sa ma scutur de tarana&lt;br /&gt;Sa strang din nou din dinti gata de-o noua lupta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ref(x2)&lt;br /&gt;Pote gresesc, poate nu esti tu&lt;br /&gt;Poate m-amagesc sau poate nu&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca sunt furtuni, ninsori, soare si ploi&lt;br /&gt;In orice razboi e mai usor in doi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esti camaradul meu cand eu atarn de-un fir de ata&lt;br /&gt;In acest razboi numit viata&lt;br /&gt;Cand inaintez cu greu cu vantu-n fata&lt;br /&gt;M-ajuti fara sa pui prea multe in balanta&lt;br /&gt;Esti glasul ce-l aud cand totu-u jur a tacut&lt;br /&gt;Cand totu-n jur a trecut&lt;br /&gt;Cand linile s-au tras&lt;br /&gt;Si s-au mai dat alte verdicte&lt;br /&gt;Alte sentinte&lt;br /&gt;Alte dorinte&lt;br /&gt;Calcand acelasi monoton esti as&lt;br /&gt;Locu-n care-ntotdeauna m-am intors&lt;br /&gt;Tu ma aduci la normal cand sunt intors pe dos&lt;br /&gt;Si poate n-o arat, dar mi-ar fi mult mai greu&lt;br /&gt;Dac-as ramane fara tine doar un simplu eu&lt;br /&gt;Esti zambetul meu dintr-o noapte neagra&lt;br /&gt;Cand dupa un apus lumina-i dusa toata&lt;br /&gt;Reusesti sa faci totul fara trucuri&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca sunt tot eu cel care-ti da putine lucruri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refx2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praf pe drum&lt;br /&gt;Cand ma scutur imi spun&lt;br /&gt;Nu e nimeni sa m-adune&lt;br /&gt;cand sunt beat praf nu e nimeni sa ma-ndrume&lt;br /&gt;Orice razboi e mai usor in doi&lt;br /&gt;Nu-mi spune ca sentimentele au ruginit in noi&lt;br /&gt;Armurile au cazut si-acum ochii mari si goi,varsa ploi&lt;br /&gt;Sentimente patate de noroi se torn apoi&lt;br /&gt;Amintiri transformate-n strigoi&lt;br /&gt;Scrisori aruncate la gunoi,voi strange-n pumni ura&lt;br /&gt;Imi va urla gura,va tremura mana&lt;br /&gt;Asta-i razboiul meu cu lumea&lt;br /&gt;Iar tu vei fi doar una,intotdeauna&lt;br /&gt;Cand vor pica din cer si soarele sï luna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970644011440142155-7356989762964969453?l=passit2theleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/feeds/7356989762964969453/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2010/01/si-cand-radeu-plang.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/7356989762964969453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/7356989762964969453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2010/01/si-cand-radeu-plang.html' title='Si cand rad...eu plang.'/><author><name>MonicaLuana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00037282856096865242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/SyI9u558sAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gYEQRgJRM18/S220/beauty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970644011440142155.post-128396526808391402</id><published>2010-01-04T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T12:55:11.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken dictionary:))</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/S0H3DX6rokI/AAAAAAAAACM/nRM6lYEurLI/s1600-h/DSCF1035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/S0H3DX6rokI/AAAAAAAAACM/nRM6lYEurLI/s200/DSCF1035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422887063662600770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma vad nevoita sa imprumut o postare de pe blogul celeilalte jumatatzi a sufletului din care provin eu, adica a Gandurilor sparte( http://viziunejunkista.blogspot.com). Vad ca a inceput sa formeze dictionarul cuvintelor inventate de noi, atunci cand suntem mai pufoase ca blana de samur. Gen: de unde am scos'o pe asta?!&lt;br /&gt;1.Clacinta = sora mijlocie a clatitei si a placintei.nici subtire, nici groasa,semipufoasa&lt;br /&gt;2.Castrabuc = trabuc in forma de castravete&lt;br /&gt;3.Camifant = elefant cu cocoase&lt;br /&gt;4.Renis = un penis cu cap d ren&lt;br /&gt;5.Iarbac = spanac din iarba&lt;br /&gt; Promit k revin cu edituri ulterioare , ca sa mai adaug cuvinte noi:d&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am revenit in actziune cu inca 2 cuvinte:))&lt;br /&gt;6.Excavacisme = cisme cu cava d excavator in fata pentru a curata zapada &lt;br /&gt;7.Fumoral = actiunea in care in timp ce faci un oral, tipul sa se gate la tine in gura ejaculand fum :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970644011440142155-128396526808391402?l=passit2theleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/feeds/128396526808391402/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2010/01/broken-dictionary.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/128396526808391402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/128396526808391402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2010/01/broken-dictionary.html' title='Broken dictionary:))'/><author><name>MonicaLuana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00037282856096865242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/SyI9u558sAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gYEQRgJRM18/S220/beauty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/S0H3DX6rokI/AAAAAAAAACM/nRM6lYEurLI/s72-c/DSCF1035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970644011440142155.post-1899645292708690231</id><published>2009-12-24T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T07:03:12.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Te urasc!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/SzOCo6P3Z0I/AAAAAAAAACE/NgzC6nMzBh0/s1600-h/f_6483Spongebm_98392a9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/SzOCo6P3Z0I/AAAAAAAAACE/NgzC6nMzBh0/s200/f_6483Spongebm_98392a9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418818415999018818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uratule. Te urasc. Te urasc atunci cand esti cu chitara. Te urasc pentru orice faci. Te urasc. Te urasc pentru ca stai pe canapea. Te urasc pentru ca ai flanela gri. Te urasc pentru...tot. Te urasc pentru ca ai chilotzi pe tine. Te urasc pentru ca poate nu ai. Te urasc pentru ca esti tatuat tot. Te urasc ca ai bratzara verde. Te urasc pentru ca o sa rulezi cu mine. Te urasc pentru ca o sa ardem zilele si noptzile. Te urasc pentru ca o sa fiu cu tine non stop. Sunt multe motive. Te urasc cand pui semnu asta :x. Te urasc si ash vrea sa'ti fac ceva sa simtzi fizic ura mea. Te urasc ca ai piercuri pentru tot. Urasc fortza cosmica care te'a scos in calea mea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: si daca citesti asta...sa stii ca te urasc!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970644011440142155-1899645292708690231?l=passit2theleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/feeds/1899645292708690231/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2009/12/te-urasc.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/1899645292708690231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/1899645292708690231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2009/12/te-urasc.html' title='Te urasc!!'/><author><name>MonicaLuana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00037282856096865242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/SyI9u558sAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gYEQRgJRM18/S220/beauty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/SzOCo6P3Z0I/AAAAAAAAACE/NgzC6nMzBh0/s72-c/f_6483Spongebm_98392a9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970644011440142155.post-5726515514615170977</id><published>2009-12-24T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T06:49:19.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intrebare intrebatoare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/SzN_aJra4DI/AAAAAAAAAB8/pryxGJbeWwA/s1600-h/coada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/SzN_aJra4DI/AAAAAAAAAB8/pryxGJbeWwA/s200/coada.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418814863908200498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi stateam si eu in limuzina mea (publica de altfel) si ma indreptam spre centrul acestui mirobolant orash. Si cum mahmuream eu asha lejer , ma paleshte o imagine: cozi la gheretele de paine. De ce in perioada Craciunului se fac cozi la paine? Si care ii rostu sa stai o ora sa iei o paine oarecare, pe care oricum o mananci.Frateeeeeeee ca nu am facut asta niciodata si nici nu intentzionez sa o fac vreodata. Ce conteaza ca iei painea de la ghereta sau o iei din supermarket unde nu arzi vremea aiurea?:)) Mor. Ce tare ma doboara chestiunea asta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970644011440142155-5726515514615170977?l=passit2theleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/feeds/5726515514615170977/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2009/12/intrebare-intrebatoare_24.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/5726515514615170977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/5726515514615170977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2009/12/intrebare-intrebatoare_24.html' title='Intrebare intrebatoare'/><author><name>MonicaLuana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00037282856096865242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/SyI9u558sAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gYEQRgJRM18/S220/beauty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/SzN_aJra4DI/AAAAAAAAAB8/pryxGJbeWwA/s72-c/coada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970644011440142155.post-7047536720414748915</id><published>2009-12-23T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T05:00:23.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love hurts?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-DpWppiHxeg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-DpWppiHxeg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts? Asha zice piesa. Am ascultat de vreun milion de ori in ultimele 2 zile. Shed si cuget. Love hurts? Acuma? Nu chiar acuma. Acuma e bine. S'ar putea unpic de "love hurts" mai incolo. Nu'i nimic. Sa doara. Mult si bine. Fiecare shut in fund e un pas inainte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Piesa e soundtrack'ul filmului Halloween 2. Watch it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970644011440142155-7047536720414748915?l=passit2theleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/feeds/7047536720414748915/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-hurts.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/7047536720414748915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/7047536720414748915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-hurts.html' title='Love hurts?'/><author><name>MonicaLuana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00037282856096865242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/SyI9u558sAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gYEQRgJRM18/S220/beauty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970644011440142155.post-2024618653434926789</id><published>2009-12-22T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T00:38:02.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Titlu? Ce titlu? Ca nu am chef de titlu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/SzHW3jMD_xI/AAAAAAAAAB0/DxOt8--rW7M/s1600-h/sweet-love-letter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/SzHW3jMD_xI/AAAAAAAAAB0/DxOt8--rW7M/s200/sweet-love-letter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418348076530401042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bine ca am stat 20 de minute sa ma gandesc la titlu si apoi sa am revelatzia ca nu titlu e important. Ce blonda esti Monica. Grav de tot te'ai dus. Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;Ce urasc presentimentu ca ceva o sa mearga prost cand stii ca ar trebui sa mearga toate bine. Si nu'l urasc pentru ca e acolo sau ma chinuie, il urasc pentru ca stiu ca are dreptate. Fuck. Mi se face pielea de gaina. Nu mai pot acuma. Zic maine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970644011440142155-2024618653434926789?l=passit2theleft.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/feeds/2024618653434926789/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2009/12/titlu-ce-titlu-ca-nu-am-chef-de-titlu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/2024618653434926789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970644011440142155/posts/default/2024618653434926789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passit2theleft.blogspot.com/2009/12/titlu-ce-titlu-ca-nu-am-chef-de-titlu.html' title='Titlu? Ce titlu? Ca nu am chef de titlu.'/><author><name>MonicaLuana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00037282856096865242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/SyI9u558sAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gYEQRgJRM18/S220/beauty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ognnqEWZsgA/SzHW3jMD_xI/AAAAAAAAAB0/DxOt8--rW7M/s72-c/sweet-love-letter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
