<?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-8554914662602629905</id><updated>2011-12-07T00:13:54.072+02:00</updated><category term='not in the mood for nothing gen'/><category term=':X'/><category term='dor'/><category term='ganduri'/><category term='optimism'/><category term='concert'/><category term='eu.tu.noi.voi.'/><category term='school'/><category term='poate optimism'/><category term='toamna'/><category term='first thoughts'/><category term='prieteni'/><category term='toamna :X spiritual ganduri'/><title type='text'>4inTheMorningThoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>Me. My feelings. My life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4inthemorningthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554914662602629905/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4inthemorningthoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>4inTheMorningThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00937705373227044570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0005/234/280/k05X3z234280-02.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554914662602629905.post-8116711455598474629</id><published>2009-02-10T19:48:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T12:54:53.658+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>scriu acest post ptc ma enerveaza alecu. publica prea des!prea des!&lt;br /&gt;eu am blogul asta de doi ani aproape, am scris de 11 ori in el:)) nu am simtit nevoia sa scriu de mai multe. dar acum simt!&lt;br /&gt;nu inteleg care e problema in faptul ca unii oamenii iubesc cerul in majoritatea ipostazelor lui si simt nevoia sa imortalizeze momentele mai speciale (ale cerului).&lt;br /&gt;si the curious case of benjamin button chiar e un film bun. mie mi a placut.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;mi am dat seama k de multe ori chiar sunt ecstraordinar de sclifosita, si de rasfatata. pentru ca atunci cand imi doresc ceva cu adevarat, vreau sa fie ecsact cum vreau eu. de fapt... toata lumea e asa. numai ca putini actioneaza sa iasa lucrurile cum vor ei, si aproape toti se oftica.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ofticatul e najpa. e ca atunci cand esti cu o tipa de care iti place cat de cat, dar ea te ignora in majoritatea timpului pentru ca aveti o relatie "fara obligatii". ii dai papucii si apoi te trezesti ca ea oricum se intalnea cu fostul si chiar marea ei iubire. e groaznic. ranit in orgoliu esti si in situatia in care iubesti un tip atat de mult incat renunti la prieteni pentru el, crezi ca sunteti ideali ca si cuplu si apoi ti se dau papucii. ulterior afli ca te a inselat cu vreo doua, dintre care una gravida acum.&lt;br /&gt;da...ambele sunt oribile. dar trec. toate trec. chiar si "iubirile jurate vesnic". (sa moara sa faca)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;nu voiam sa ma gandesc la conceptul de dragoste. mi era frica sa nu descopar tocmai efemeritatea lui, ecsprimata mai sus. veti zice: "nu domne, eu stiu cum e dragostea adevarata, aia nu moare niciodata, fanta, pepsi light..."&lt;br /&gt;eh nu?eh nu? alea se numesc obsesii, nu vrei sa uiti, nu vrei sa "let go"...(nu gasesc nici un sinonim ca sa ecsprime ce vreau sa zic in limba romana). pentru ca toti ce se lasa pe mana prezentului niciodata nu au cum sa isi aminteasca prea multe din trecut. iau cu ei teoria ecsperientei, dk o iau si pe aia si... cam atat...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;cred ca betia e o scuza pentru multi de a spune unele lucruri sau de a face anumite chestii pe care nu le ar face in starea de luciditate.&lt;br /&gt;daca le faci cu buna stiinta nu esti beat destul.  prin bautura prinzi curaj, si apoi knd te trezesti poti da vina pe alcool.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ce ciudata e nesiguranta atunci knd incepi sa tii la cineva care nu iti seamana deloc, la a carui gandire nu te poti adapta asa usor, ale carui sentimente nu le cunosti, sau pe care nu vrea sa le arate...e groaznic sa te indoiesti, sa iti pui intrebari, sa tii pasul cu celalalt.  cu toate astea "O iubire pe care esti nevoit sa o pazesti nu reprezinta nimic. ", deci probabil voi renunta la frica asta.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;optimismul trebuie insa pastrat, pentru ca tot ce avem cu adevarat sunt visele, sperantele, dorintele si puterea de a le implini pe fiekre in parte. raman increzatoare.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;vreau sa inchei cu un citat descoperit ieri in "calatorie la capatul noptii" de louis f. celine, no further ado: "inima, cand esti ametit de oboseala, iti zvacneste in tample. bum!bum!face, lovindu se de  soiul acela de catifea ce ti inchinge capul si in adancul urechilor.  Uite asa ajungi intr o zi sa plesnesti. Amin! in ziua cand miscarea dinauntru se ingemaneaza cu cea de afara, iar toate ideile tale se risipesc si se duc in sfarsit sa se zbenguie cu stelele."&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554914662602629905-8116711455598474629?l=4inthemorningthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4inthemorningthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8116711455598474629/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554914662602629905&amp;postID=8116711455598474629&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554914662602629905/posts/default/8116711455598474629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554914662602629905/posts/default/8116711455598474629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4inthemorningthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/scriu-acest-post-ptc-ma-enerveaza-alecu.html' title=''/><author><name>4inTheMorningThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00937705373227044570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0005/234/280/k05X3z234280-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554914662602629905.post-1577587253516951909</id><published>2009-01-30T22:50:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:34:16.450+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>citind cu adevarat te descoperi pe tine. ascultand o anumita muzik te descoperi pe tine. privind prin ochii altora te descoperi pe tine.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;citindu te pe tine, te cunosti.&lt;br /&gt;ascultandu ti mai intai dorintele, asteptarile, visurile, nazuintele te regasesti.&lt;br /&gt;privind spre interior vei tine cu adevarat la tine.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;abia atunci vei putea sa te vezi prin ochii altora asa cum iti doresti, vei citi si stiind cine esti te vei regasi intr un personaj, vei putea sa fii sincer cu tine, te vei accepta mai usor si pe cei din jur si vei invata tot ceea ce ai nevoie pentru ajunge acolo unde iti doresti.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;fericirea este o tinta atat de sus...un termen atat de deplin, de complet, de ideal...insa nu imi e frik de faptul k nu o voi atinge niciodata. Sunt ecstrem de sigura ca o voi face.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;nu regret nimic. tot ceea ce am facut cu mine pentru mine m au format si a devenit ceea ce sunt acum. persoana de care sunt mai mult decat multumita. dar care este in continuu in procesul de acumulare de tot ceea ce ma va face pe mine cea de maine...de care voi fi mai mult decat multumita. (o mai numesc "selectivitatea informatiei si acumularea de ecsperienta")&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;sunt absolut scarbita de societatea in care ma pregatesc sa intru de a dreptul. inca ma pregatesc desi sunt constienta ca ea m a pregatit pe mine pana acum. ca ii respect regulile idioate. ca am prejudecati. ca atunci cand incerc sa nu ascult de legi, chiar si cele nescrise, sunt pusa la punct si regret profund gresala. ca fericirea e materiala aici. ca nu voi putea sa mi o cumpar niciodata. si nu din cauza ca nu voi avea destui bani. ca sunt prea lasa ca sa schimb ceva. ca nu voi putea fugi niciodata. dar si ca voi pastra cel putin o particica din idealismul, visele si libertinismul meu.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;viata sentimentala ne ocupa PREA MULT timp. ne stresam pentru asa numita "iubire" intr un mod ecsagerat. ar trebui sa vina alaturi de bucurie...daca nu...ar trebui sa o lasam sa plece asa cum am cunoscut o.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;nu cred in libertate. cel putin nu fizica si psihica in acelasi timp. de aceea imi surad ideile hedonismului. dar si ale filosofiei ("dragostei de intelepciune" si nu numai)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;:)) in timp ce scriam toate astea...cuvantul eudemosnism passed through my mind...din subconstient pentru ca in nici un caz nu ma gandeam la concepte etice ce se refera la naziunta spre fericire...dar as putea sa ma declar adepta acestui curent. considerand de altfel ca fericirea este scopul suprem al vietii noastre aici.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;vreau spontaneitate. optimism. vointa. putere.&lt;br /&gt;le voi avea, caci mi le am promis.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;am invatat ca cele mai mari asteptari le poti avea de la tine. si sa oferi celorlalti cat merita si cat poti. fara a astepta un rezultat imediat, o rasplata in acelasi fel.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;eu.vie.prieteni.viata.iubesc.vise.realitate.fericire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554914662602629905-1577587253516951909?l=4inthemorningthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4inthemorningthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1577587253516951909/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554914662602629905&amp;postID=1577587253516951909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554914662602629905/posts/default/1577587253516951909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554914662602629905/posts/default/1577587253516951909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4inthemorningthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/citind-cu-adevarat-te-descoperi-pe-tine.html' title=''/><author><name>4inTheMorningThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00937705373227044570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0005/234/280/k05X3z234280-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554914662602629905.post-7850425036163086564</id><published>2009-01-11T16:24:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T16:49:37.142+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='optimism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':X'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dor'/><title type='text'>today is a gift.that s why they call it present:)</title><content type='html'>O zi de duminica... o dupa amiaza de duminica... cea mai plina de caldura zi a saptamanii...&lt;br /&gt;Dupa un pranz in familie, lumea leneveste, tata ma trimite sa i iau ciocolata calda, afara i frig, soarele i la apus si totusi bate puternic...imi aduc aminte de tn...;))&lt;br /&gt;Ascult oh lala si australia, in camera miroase a betisorul parfumat aprins aseara... si e ataaaaaat de relaxant...&lt;br /&gt;Farmecul pe care il aveau zilele de duminica in copilarie a revenit azi... si sentimentele ma coplesesc atat de mult incat nici makr nu imi pot gasi cuvintele potrivite pentru a ma exprima...&lt;br /&gt;Sunt optimista. Sunt vesela. Sunt bine dispusa. Sunt impacata.&lt;br /&gt;e un sentiment asa de....eliberare...&lt;br /&gt;iar problemele nu ma coplesesc, nici gandurile negativiste unora, nici rautatile altora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt convinsa de a dreptul ca "o sa fie bine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really miss childhood8-&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554914662602629905-7850425036163086564?l=4inthemorningthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4inthemorningthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7850425036163086564/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554914662602629905&amp;postID=7850425036163086564&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554914662602629905/posts/default/7850425036163086564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554914662602629905/posts/default/7850425036163086564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4inthemorningthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-is-giftthat-s-why-they-call-it.html' title='today is a gift.that s why they call it present:)'/><author><name>4inTheMorningThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00937705373227044570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0005/234/280/k05X3z234280-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554914662602629905.post-8298103021436183403</id><published>2007-11-26T15:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T19:24:52.895+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not in the mood for nothing gen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu.tu.noi.voi.'/><title type='text'>Fluturi</title><content type='html'>Everytime we touch, I get this feeling.Everytime we kiss I swear I can fly.Can't you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last.I need you by my side.Everytime we touch, I get this feeling.Everytime we kiss I swear I can fly.Can't you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last.I need you by my side.inca mai vad viu colorati fluturi in locul in care prima oara ti-am furat saruturi unde sentimentele fericirii ne jucau un dans iar emotiile ne cuprindeau in al iubirii valsa fost o flacara pornita de la o atingere iar vantul ne adia inima ce din doua bucati s-au unitspre cerul infinitau fost doua maini ce impreunare cerseau doi copii ce se iubeaucu penite mazgaleau corola colorata a lumii mi-ai dat ce'aveai mai sfant eu la schimb ti-am soptit misterul lunii Noaptea ce martora ne era i-ai dat unui calator ce doar sa viseze se incumeta EU sagetator tu inger pe nor In cor cantecul naturii Noi doi un suflet si fluturii totul era complet,totul era perfect doua siluete in balet.. fara temeri imi faceai sufletul sa tremure iar iubire sa-mi semeni nu ne mai eram straini eu si tu...doi gemeni Everytime we touch, I get this feeling.Everytime we kiss I swear I can fly.Can't you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last.I need you by my side.ai prins aripi si mi-ai spus ca ma poti lua cu tine sus dar eu nu stiu sa zbor locurile unde aveam aripi inca ma mai dor si au ramas doar cicatrici in locul lor doar cicatrici te'ntrebi ce cauti aici locul tau e'n vazduh tu nu,insistai ka-i la mine'n duh dar eu nu pot sa tin prizonier un fluture ce locuie pe cer doar o lacrima sa mai vad si te las sa pleci mi-ai incalzit sufletul acum vreau picaturi reci si voi sti cand ploua ca tu plangi de dorul meu eu voi dansa in ploaie si te voi aminti mereu singur ramas redevenind fiinta impietrita statuia parasita din locul in care tu viata mi-ai dat cand m-ai sarutat si acum cand sunt in declin iti hranesc zboru lin si ma mentin plin sa zambesc sau sa plang, nu stiu nici eu te las sa zbori in voie fluturasul meu Everytime we touch, I get this feeling.Everytime we kiss I swear I can fly.Can't you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last.I need you by my side.Everytime we touch, I get this feeling.Everytime we kiss I swear I can fly.Can't you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last.I need you by my side. Your arms are my castle, your heart is my sky.They wipe away tears that I cry.The good and the bad times, we've been through them all.You make me rise when I fall.Everytime we touch, I get this feeling.Everytime we kiss I swear I can fly.Can't you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last.Need you by my side.Everytime we touch, I feel this static.Everytime we kiss, I reach for the sky.Can't you hear my heart beat soI can't let you go.Want you in my lifeEverytime we touch, I feel this static.Everytime we kiss, I reach for the sky.Can't you hear my heart beat soI can't let you go.Want you ïn my lïfe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554914662602629905-8298103021436183403?l=4inthemorningthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4inthemorningthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8298103021436183403/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554914662602629905&amp;postID=8298103021436183403&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554914662602629905/posts/default/8298103021436183403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554914662602629905/posts/default/8298103021436183403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4inthemorningthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/11/fluturi.html' title='Fluturi'/><author><name>4inTheMorningThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00937705373227044570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0005/234/280/k05X3z234280-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554914662602629905.post-4530785073896294504</id><published>2007-11-11T21:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T21:38:26.591+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poate optimism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ganduri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prieteni'/><title type='text'>Ciudat...[frozen]</title><content type='html'>Ciudat...&lt;br /&gt;Foarte ciudat...&lt;br /&gt;Nu pot sa scap, ma urmareste peste tot...&lt;br /&gt;Si totusi...durerea s-a mai temperat...nu mai e la fel pentru ca deschid ochii si ma ingrozesc de cum am putut sa fiu atat de naiva...&lt;br /&gt;Si simt cum inghet, cum ma inchid, cum astept sa vad ce se intampla, cum privesc totul din ecsterior, cum sunt ironica, cum descopar chestii pe care pana acum (ciudat) nu le-am putut vedea desi erau atat de evidente.&lt;br /&gt;Cei ce ma cunosc vor zice : "ink un post ce se refera la el:-@"&lt;br /&gt;NOT TRUE....toate pleak de la mai multe subiecte, intamplari, persoane;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciudat...&lt;br /&gt;Incerc sa ma regasesc. Sa fiu libera. Si pe cat devin mai libera pe atat ma pierd mai mult. Sunt impersonala, rece. Inghet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciudat...Chiar si azi cand toata lumea incerca sa fie cat mai dulce si mai tandra, eu ma simteam...rece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciudat...cu toate astea imi pastrez optimismul [la rece :))] si incerc sa il impartasesc. Scopul vietii este pana la urma : SA TRAIESTI. Sa risti, sa pierzi, sa te bucuri, sa plangi si cel mai important SA IUBESTI. sa ecsperimentezi. sa te simti liber (dar sa te ai pe tine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi iubesc familia si prietenii.&lt;br /&gt;Si se pare k ecsact lucrurile si oamenii de la care ma astept de obicei la cel mai putin imi ofera cel mai mult.&lt;br /&gt;Si vreau si eu sa ofer la randul meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La multi ani Gabitzu:*! Sa nu uiti: we will always have each other.&lt;br /&gt;Love you&gt;:D:D&lt;br /&gt;Incearca sa fii fericit prin fiekre lucru ce te face sa zambesti.&lt;br /&gt;Incearca sa iti corectezi greselile cat mai poti spunand simplu "imi pare rau."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u don`t get love, you don`t give love. Let`s share it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554914662602629905-4530785073896294504?l=4inthemorningthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4inthemorningthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4530785073896294504/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554914662602629905&amp;postID=4530785073896294504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554914662602629905/posts/default/4530785073896294504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554914662602629905/posts/default/4530785073896294504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4inthemorningthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/11/ciudatfrozen.html' title='Ciudat...[frozen]'/><author><name>4inTheMorningThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00937705373227044570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0005/234/280/k05X3z234280-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554914662602629905.post-2619508766115636934</id><published>2007-11-06T19:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T19:45:15.746+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poate optimism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ganduri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dor'/><title type='text'>Si totusi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Indiferenta (ma) doare!(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretuiesc fiekre prieten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incerc sa fiu eu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Do you?&lt;br /&gt;Would you?&lt;br /&gt;Will you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me...&lt;br /&gt;Try understand me...&lt;br /&gt;Save me...&lt;br /&gt;Make me smile...&lt;br /&gt;Make me hand you everything that i`ve got...&lt;br /&gt;Be my sunrise...&lt;br /&gt;Teach me how to swim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma pierd in incercarea de a ma regasi...&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie sa las prezentul in trecut si sa traiesc in viitor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I do&lt;br /&gt;I would&lt;br /&gt;I will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you....&lt;br /&gt;Cherish you...&lt;br /&gt;Want you by my side...&lt;br /&gt;Listen to you...&lt;br /&gt;Try to understand you&lt;br /&gt;Suffer for all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;I will...&lt;br /&gt;I can...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep my head up...&lt;br /&gt;Focus on my work here...&lt;br /&gt;Have fun...&lt;br /&gt;Take care of my life more...&lt;br /&gt;Be me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554914662602629905-2619508766115636934?l=4inthemorningthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4inthemorningthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2619508766115636934/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554914662602629905&amp;postID=2619508766115636934&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554914662602629905/posts/default/2619508766115636934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554914662602629905/posts/default/2619508766115636934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4inthemorningthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/11/si-totusi.html' title='Si totusi...'/><author><name>4inTheMorningThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00937705373227044570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0005/234/280/k05X3z234280-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554914662602629905.post-4524845643088741041</id><published>2007-10-31T15:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T16:54:15.322+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tremur</title><content type='html'>Nici makr nu stiu dc scriu asta, acum, aici...poate pt am ecsprima aceasta stare, acum, aici...Dar nici eu nu mai stiu ce simt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tremur.Vreau.Incerc.Nu pot.Pun o gramada de intrebari.Gasesc prea putine raspunsuri.Si nesatisfacatoare.I wanna let go.I can`t.Ce vreau de fapt?Ce fel de om snt?Ce am devenit?Ce pot sa fac? Am asteptat. Astept. Sper.Rad. Tremur.Rad si mai tare.Ma ascund. Fug. Ma umilesc. Imi doresc atat de multe. Cer intelegere. Dar o ofer? Cer comunicare. Dar comunic? Tremur. I wanna do something with my life. I can`t. Ma lupt cu mine insami. Ma cert pe mine insami. Ma impac pe mine insami. Incerc sa accept realitatea asa cum e. Tremur. Ma tot gandesc ce e de fapt normal intr-o relatie.De orice fel. Vreau sa zambesc iar cu adevarat. Dc toti clovii au ochii tristi? Vreau,Trebuie sa imi indrept greselile.Tremur. Vreau originalitate. And a little spice and pepper. Mi-e frica de moarte. I`m not done yet. Mi-e frica de viitor. Habar nu am ce pot sa fac acum. Nu m-am gandit niciodata ca o durere generata de ...psihic.de suflet.de partea emotionala iti poate cauza o durere fizica.repercursiuni din punct de vedere fizic. Tremur. Vreau sa cunosc. Sa inteleg. Sa pot. Ce vreau de fapt? Imi e frica de singuratate si totusi imi doresc sa fiu singura. Tremur. Am asteptat. Astept. Toate trec. Chiar si tu. Se zice k timpul le vindeca pe toate. Nu le vindeca, le musamalizeaza.Le acopera. Dar ele sunt acolo...acele "toate". Stiu asta. O simt pe pielea mea. Ma doare tare acum. Nu stiu ce va fi maine. Dar stiu k nu am mai ajuns niciodata pana aici. I`m pathetic. Tremur. "Fericirea e ceva care nu se atinge niciodata, dar in cautarea ei merita sa alergi toata viata." Oare?  La un moment dat credeam k am tot ce imi trebuie pt momentul respectiv. A fost doar o impresie. Nu toata lumea era de aceeasi parere.&lt;br /&gt;Exista a doua sansa?Trebuie sa fim radicali? Ne gandim mereu si la binele celuilalt?Putem de fapt sa facem diferenta intre bine si rau? Intr-un parteneriat nu ar trebui sa fie toata lumea de comun acord?&lt;br /&gt;Tremur.&lt;br /&gt;Imaginez.&lt;br /&gt;Traiesc in lumea mea si a sentimentelor mele.&lt;br /&gt;Vreau.&lt;br /&gt;Nu pot.&lt;br /&gt;Dar ce vreau de fapt?&lt;br /&gt;So much hate for the ones we love?Tell me, we both matter, don`t we?&lt;br /&gt;Merita sa te lupti pentru fericire.&lt;br /&gt;De ce toti clovnii au ochii tristi?&lt;br /&gt;Comunica.Intelege. Iubeste. Iarta.&lt;br /&gt;Probabil dupa ce cititi, o sa ziceti: another emo kid. Una kre crede k e singura kre sufera si filozofeaza aici aiurea. I`m emotional,yes. Si mi-am ecsprimat ideile si gandurile in nijte randuri. Nu snt singura kre sufera si nici prima kre discuta asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tremur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554914662602629905-4524845643088741041?l=4inthemorningthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4inthemorningthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4524845643088741041/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554914662602629905&amp;postID=4524845643088741041&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554914662602629905/posts/default/4524845643088741041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554914662602629905/posts/default/4524845643088741041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4inthemorningthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/10/tremur.html' title='Tremur'/><author><name>4inTheMorningThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00937705373227044570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0005/234/280/k05X3z234280-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554914662602629905.post-700774023110989992</id><published>2007-10-26T18:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T19:36:33.690+03:00</updated><title type='text'>La un pahar de vin si-o tigara...</title><content type='html'>Ma gandeam asa...azi...la conditia unui "adolescent" de 17 ani...si implicit si la mine...la toate "grijile" noastre si ptc ne stresam noi in fiekre zi...si ma refer la cei mai multi dintre noi...ptc snt unii care chiar au real problems to worry about...&lt;br /&gt;Un subiect des intalnit intr-o discutie (intre prietenii mei in general) este "ce vreau sa fac in viata?". Eh, nu o sa ma apuc sa fac statistici si sa zic ala zice asa, ala asa..etc...o sa va spun ce vreau &lt;strong&gt;eu&lt;/strong&gt; sa fac cu viata mea.(vazuta din punctul de vedere al zilei de azi)&lt;br /&gt;Pey pt inceput, ceea ce vor majoritatea, este sa &lt;strong&gt;calatoresc&lt;/strong&gt;...si vreau pt inceput sa epuizez peisajele turistice oferite de Romania, cele mai importante bien sur...sau poate un pic mai mult;)). Apoi, o sa sune aiurea si o sa radeti, but i really want to make a difference. In this country, maybe in this world. De aia m-am si inscris la "Salvati copiii". Desi nu vreau copii, si nici nu prea ii agreez pe aia mici, ma gandesc k viitorul unei lumi ei sunt.Si dk as putea sa ma implic in viata copiilor strazii de ecsemplu si sa incerc sa ii fac sa inteleaga ca pot realiza ceva in viata si fara mijloace ilegale sau cercetorie, k si ei isi pot fructifica valorile si k pot si ei contribui la "o lume mai buna", m-as simti ecstraordinar. Chiar as vrea sa fac ceva pt tara in care traiesc. Ingrid ma intreba : "Tu vrei sa faci ceva pt Romania, dar Romania ce face pt tine?". Pey in primul rand, eu as vrea sa fac ceva petru teritoriu in sine, apoi pentru locuitorii ei. Dk toti gandim asa, eu zic k asta contribuie si mai mult la ... distrugerea ei. Si dk poti sa convingi si sa educi makr un om, kre sa dea cuvantul mai departe and so on, eu zic k e ceva. Deasemenea, as vrea sa ma perfectionez in vorbirea limbilor straine si sa am o cultura generala bogata.Si sa intru in politica:&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I don`t want a house at the country, and lots of kids and:-@. But i do want a man who has to be as crazy as i am, and active who will accompany me around the world...&lt;br /&gt;Si de aici mi-a venit alta idee...conceptele de fericire si libertate snt diferite pentru fiekre din noi. Dar consider k fiekre ar trebui sa lupte sa atinga acel ideal de fericire pentru el, chiar dk el se schimba din 2 in 2 ani...sau in fiekre zi.&lt;br /&gt;Libertatea...ma gandesc k nu ecsista pentru nimeni in ziua de azi libertate absoluta...din punctul meu de vedere, pentru ca ideile de libertate difera de la om la om. In general ne bucuram de o doza de libertate la fiekre sfarsit de saptamana, sau dupa in pauze, dupa ore etc...in poinia mea, de aici rezulta k libertatea este conditionata de faptul k esti obligat sa faci ceva. Te consideri liber de scoala dupa ce ai iesit din liceu, liber de meditatii dupa ce ai plekt de la prof(a) etc..&lt;br /&gt;Dk ar fi toata ziua vaknta, ar fi acelasi lucru, am fi conditionati de intalniri de care nu avem chef, de parinti, de obligatii familiale etc...&lt;br /&gt;Conceputul de libertate depinde si de educatie.Unii se simt constransi de faptul k la 11pm tre sa fie aksa, altii se simt liberi dk ies 2 ore din casa.&lt;br /&gt;Cateodata avem impresia k sntem liberi sa luam o decizie dar de cele mai multe ori ne inselam. Primim influente fara sa vrem.&lt;br /&gt;As vrea sa inchei cu ideea k oricum, la 17 ani. lucrurile astea conteaza prea putin. Si consider k la varsta asta snt permise cele mai multe nebunii[fara consecinte majore gen sex neprotejat;)]. De la a fugi de controlori (gabi) pana la a face revelionul la mare, chiar dk e frig(aleeecs).oh, and my advice, take a good look around!And apreciate your true friends;) Enjoy!:X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554914662602629905-700774023110989992?l=4inthemorningthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4inthemorningthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/700774023110989992/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554914662602629905&amp;postID=700774023110989992&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554914662602629905/posts/default/700774023110989992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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octombrie 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of the end...suna paradoxal nu?&lt;br /&gt;Si chiar dk lumea interpreteaza aceasta expresie k pe fiind una negativa...pentru mn nu e asa...pentru ca inseamna the beginning of the end of my old self...a new faze, a new age of my life...it started small...but promising:&gt;...and now...it`s absolutely great 8-&gt;...nici eu nu mai stiu dk vbesc de mn sau de noi...&lt;br /&gt;Si chiar dk ploua, si e frig, si bate vantul incercand si reusind sa imi strice bretonul si sa imi dea gluga jos, nimic nu mai conteaza dk esti aici...nu-mi trebuie buruieni, jucarioare sau tinichele k sa ma gandesc la tn...in fact, I don`t want to just think of u...I want to be with u...no matter where, in what conditions or time...oh...excuse me...the time matters...now...and forever...&lt;br /&gt;La jour a ete inoubliable, mais je voudrais que chaque jour serais le meme:X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing the subject...i loved the weather today:X...the wind inspires me...the rain washes my bad feelings...the leaves cover my wounds....&lt;br /&gt;Ce ciudata si interesanta este trecerea dintre vara si toamna...Racoarea aminteste varsta fructelor, rasaritul e curat si rece, culorile apusului sunt in ton cu frunzele copacilor...se insereaza ink destul de tarziu...insa privim cu nostalgie la serile de vara tarzie...cand ultimele sclipiri rosiatice se pierdeau la ore tarzii, facandu-le loc stelelor...&lt;br /&gt;Diminetile de toamna sunt ciudate...(mai ales dk esti elev si pleci in fiekre zi la 6.30)...si mai ales dk esti obisnuit sa te intorci vara dimineata aksa si sa simti primele raze ale soarelui...care te magaie cu caldura lor...toamna in schimb...dimineata e rece, sumbra si intunecoasa...&lt;br /&gt;Chiar dk natura da semne de resemnare, si frunzele se ingalbenesc de suparare k trece vara...pe mine toate astea nu ma intristeaza...pentru ca toate au un scop...si chiar si toamna cu vremea ei asta najpa...e buna la ceva...si mai snt 2 luni si vine Craciunuuuuuul :X:X:X&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you later!:*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554914662602629905-8825149268228281491?l=4inthemorningthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4inthemorningthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8825149268228281491/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554914662602629905&amp;postID=8825149268228281491&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554914662602629905/posts/default/8825149268228281491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8554914662602629905/posts/default/8825149268228281491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4inthemorningthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/10/13-iulie-2007-13-august-2007-13.html' title='Spiritual Talk'/><author><name>4inTheMorningThoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00937705373227044570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.hi5.com/0005/234/280/k05X3z234280-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8554914662602629905.post-8877063069423725529</id><published>2007-10-13T10:18:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T11:27:04.206+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':X'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toamna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dor'/><title type='text'>Emotii de toamna</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"A venit toama...acopera-mi inima cu ceva...cu umbra unui copac...sau mai bine cu umbra ta..."&lt;br /&gt;Cred k singurele versuri kre imi plac din Nichita, si de care imi aduc aminte la fiecare inceput de toamna....&lt;br /&gt;Da, a trecut si vaknta, a inceput si scoala de o luna, toamna si-a intrat in drepturi...Nu pot sa spun k sunt afectata de trecerea timpului...si ce dak nu mai e vaknta?pot in continuare sa ma distrez, pot sa merg cu ally si cu mihaela in bodega, pot sa merg cu ingrid si colegele la film, pot sa ma intalnesc cu georgiana in weekend si sa colindam barurile&amp;amp; cafenelele de pe lipscani, chiar si la scoala...pot sa fumez in curte, fie ora fie pauza...pot sa stau degeaba si fac mijto de fetele cu palmier in cap s.a.m.d&lt;br /&gt;Si totusi, nu e cum as vrea eu sa fie....vreau sa vii....pentru totdeauna....vreau ca atunci knd incerc sa ma exprim...persoana de langa mine sa ma  asculte, sa ma inteleaga, si sa imi raspunda...vreau sa am o stare de spirit mai buna...vreau sa nu imi mai tiuie urechea:x(  vreau sa am prieteni adevarati....vreau la sibiu...vreau la brasov...vreau la sighisoara...:-&lt;:-&lt;:X:X&lt;br /&gt;In ultimu timp ai mei parinti au tot incercat sa ma faca sa cred k u snt buna de nimic si mai bine ma las de scoala si ma duc sa ma fac ingrijotoare de cimitire, k tot zicea tudor k se castiga bine;))....Au reusit sa imi puna nijte semne de intrebare cu privire la viitorul meu si nu numai asta, m-am gandit sa fac ceva in privinta asta....din punct de vedere extrascolar bien sur;)) I advise u to do the same...;) Bineinteles k pana sa ajung la concluziile astea, nu a fost tocmai usor, probabil datorita faptului k simteau nevoia sa imi zica asta in fiecare zi...si la un moment dat au reusit sa ma convinga k I`m no good...but I got help and I got better:X:X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Dupa aniversarea de 30 ani a trupei Iris, se anunta o alta a trupei Pheonix, veteranii rockului si folkului romanesc, care implinesc 47 ani si sarbatoresc acest eveniment cu mult fast la Teatrul National Bucuresti, cu invitati de marca s.a.m.d. pe data de 19 nov. Apoi, pentru majoritatea fanilor, va mai avea loc un concert la una din sali, ori a Palatului, ori Polivalenta. Can`t wait!\:D/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Si acum revenind la zilele noastre, i just wanted to say I`m happy....and :X:X:X:X and anxious....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Mais cet jour va etre un jour inoubliable!!!:X:X:X:X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554914662602629905-8877063069423725529?l=4inthemorningthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4inthemorningthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8877063069423725529/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554914662602629905&amp;postID=8877063069423725529&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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gandurilor mele</title><content type='html'>Soo...as incepe cu "welcome to my world", dar e para folosita ecspresia, asa k o sa incep direct:))&lt;br /&gt;Acu vreo doua zile, vbind cu Mihaela despre blogul ei...m-am gandit sa imi fac si eu unul...mi se parea(si ink mi se pare) interesanta ideea de a-ti posta ideile,mai mult sau mai putin inteligente(de preferinta...mai inteligente) p net...&lt;br /&gt;O sa va intrebati dc 4InTheMorningThoughts...Mihaela o sa spuna k am copiat-o cu al ei: "BulletproofThoughts"...ii raspund de pe acum, "Nu, nu te-am copiat", nu e nici de la melodie, desi imi place destul de mult...e de la mine:) adik de la gandurile mele de la ora 4am, cele mai clare si limpezi(desi inseamna acelasi lucru) ganduri.&lt;br /&gt;Trecand peste asta...&lt;br /&gt;Mai e o zi si plec in paradisul meu...in locul unde ma relacsez total, unde uit de tot si toate, unde nu ecsista zi si noapte, unde imi gasesc oarecum implinirea sufleteasca...spirituala...&lt;br /&gt;Asta era pana anul asta, knd e primul an knd regret intr-un fel sau altul k plec...imi regasesc prietenii de acolo, dar o sa imi fie dor de prietenii de aici(acu simtiti-va;)), u know i love you)...Oricum, si in august o sa fie super tare, ori aici ori pe la munte...avem planuri mari, nu-i asa Alecs?;))&lt;br /&gt;In momentul asta, k si in ultimele zile, nu ma gandesc decat k ajungand acolo, we will meet, and those moments will be...magic8-&gt;...yup, i`m starting to love you, and...i don`t even know how it happend...Silvia mi-a cerut azi detalii...si nu am stiut ce sa ii zic...gosh...i`m getting weird...sunt convinsa k multi nu ma recunosc in fraza de mai sus...:)):)) nici eu nu m-as recunoaste, dar...it`s true:)&lt;br /&gt;M-am tot gandit in ultimele zile la asta... si mi-am dat seama k am devenit km ciudata...in many ways...si desi e logic k o persoana sa se schimbe in timp...eu park m-am schimbat km mult...cel putin asa ma vad eu...&lt;br /&gt;vbesc de schimbari si astea...si k in orice inceput trebuie sa faci o prezentare...pey... azi p motoare ascultam o mel de la Directia 5(nu e formatia mea preferata, dar mel asta chiar ma reprezinta)...nu o sa spun versurile,ci doar ideile principale: iubesc sa iubesc, si fericirea este idealul meu cel mai inalt....pentru k atunci le voi fi atins p toate celelalte...&lt;br /&gt;....i really don`t know what to say anymore...so i will end my first post here...&lt;br /&gt;muah:*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8554914662602629905-3752801664116503224?l=4inthemorningthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4inthemorningthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3752801664116503224/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8554914662602629905&amp;postID=3752801664116503224&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 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