<?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-9168126592766684223</id><updated>2012-01-18T09:32:10.924-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whispered Howls</title><subtitle type='html'>The time will come when it will disgust you to look in the mirror</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>WhisperedHowls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09103275911671046994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/SqyBvr7BlDI/AAAAAAAAABI/-kt6jOgVmz0/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168126592766684223.post-4229147391631466180</id><published>2011-07-29T04:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T08:33:42.369-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big city of loss</title><content type='html'>Ce este &lt;b&gt;Bucurestiul&lt;/b&gt;? Este orasul gunoaielor si al poluarii. Este orasul curvarasiei si al hotilor, al coruptiei si al cersetorilor. Micul nostru Paris... pe naiba!&lt;div&gt;  Dar ma surprinde faptul ca cei din provincie habar nu au de ce-i aici.  Au impresia ca aici vor gasi raiul pe pamant. Vreau sa va spun, dragi tineri plini de sperante, ca nu e chiar asa. Aveti impresia ca daca ajungeti aici nu vor mai fi bariere in drumul vostru, ca viata voastra va deveni din ce in ce mai usoara si mai frumoasa si ca vi s-au terminat toate problemele. Gresit! Gresit! Foarte gresit! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  In primul rand nimeni nu o sa va ajute sau macar sa va bage in seama, va trebui sa va descurcati singuri. Si asta nu va fi deloc usor.  Nu ii va pasa nimanui de tine, toti te vor calca in picioare si te vor da la o parte din calea lor. Nu vei gasi asa usor un prieten adevarat. Toti cei care se vor apropia de tine vor vrea de fapt sa imprumute cursuri de la tine, sau sa iti consume banii. Sau daca esti putin mai "norocos" ambele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Aici nu vei mai putea sa umbli pe strazi singur la orice ora din zi si din noapte, pentru ca aici nu te cunoaste toata lumea, si aici majoritatea oamenilor sunt rau intentionati, Deci daca nu vrei sa fi trimis acasa prin posta in mai multe colete ar fi bine sa ti cont de chestia asta si sa nu vi aici facand pe "dragon slayer-ul". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Libertate? Credeti ca sunteti liberi, pentru ca sunteti departe de familii? Da, esti liber sa iti dai toti banii de chirie pe alcool si tigari, esti liber sa iti iei o bataie de la toti "smecherii", esti libera sa fi violata la orice colt de bloc, sa respiri aerul mizerabil si sa bei apa infecta de la chiuveta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Si termini si facultatea aici. Si ce? Crezi ca daca ai terminat facultatea ai locul de munca asigurat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In nici un caz. Sa fi convins ca mai sunt inca 1000 cu acelasi scop ca si tine, unii poate mai talentati, altii poate cu bani mai multi, cu pile mai sus....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Si mai sunt o gramada de aspecte de discutat. Ideea e ca nu sunt rauri de milk shake de capsuni si nici pasari care se caca miere in capul tau. Mi se pare corect sa stiti ce va asteapta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168126592766684223-4229147391631466180?l=whisperedhowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/feeds/4229147391631466180/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9168126592766684223&amp;postID=4229147391631466180' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/4229147391631466180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/4229147391631466180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/2011/07/big-city-of-loss.html' title='Big city of loss'/><author><name>WhisperedHowls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09103275911671046994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/SqyBvr7BlDI/AAAAAAAAABI/-kt6jOgVmz0/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168126592766684223.post-7501642304686445248</id><published>2011-07-11T22:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T00:08:02.111-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Qué triste estás, Tristán, tras tan tétrica trama teatral</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;  N-ati inteles nimic, nu-i asa?:))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, este de fapt un exercitiu de dictie in lb spaniola, sau, cum ar spune ei, una trabalengua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  So, as you can see/read, I'm back in black! Sort of... Long time, no writing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Revenind, presupun ca va fi un post destul de pointless, in care in mare parte va voi arata cateva dintre exercitiile mele preferate de dictie, so if you were expecting something else you can already "altF4-it"!. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Am gasit cateva "tongue twisters" care mi s-au parut funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Un caricaturist care caricaturizeaza caricaturi caricaturistice nu poate caricaturiza caricatura sa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Cele sapte muze cu priviri de zuze, scriu ca sa se amuze, versuri andaluze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Trei babe mofluze, Fara dinti si buze, Trag turte pe spuze, Fara sa se scuze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Un cocostarc s-a dus la descocostarcarie, unde se descocostarcareau si alti cocostarci nedescocostarcariti, ca sa se descocostarcareasca de cocostarcaria lui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- How many boards Could the Mongols hoard If the Mongol hordes got bored?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- The thirty-three thieves thought that they thrilled the throne throughout Thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Six sick hicks nick six slick bricks with picks and sticks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- If Stu chews shoes, should Stu choose the shoes he chews?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Santa's Short Suit Shrunk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Treinta y tres tramos de troncos trozaron tres tristes trozadores de troncos y triplicaron su trabajo, triplicando su trabajo de trozar troncos y troncos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Yo compré pocas copas, pocas copas yo compré, como yo compré pocas copas, pocas copas yo pagué.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Daca reusiti sa le pronuntati pe toate corect si la o viteza buna, sunteti... awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Presupun ca vi se pare ciudat ca am pus si unele in spaniola dar imi place mult fonetica lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Try it! Have fun!:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168126592766684223-7501642304686445248?l=whisperedhowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/feeds/7501642304686445248/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9168126592766684223&amp;postID=7501642304686445248' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/7501642304686445248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/7501642304686445248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/2011/07/que-triste-estas-tristan-tras-tan.html' title='Qué triste estás, Tristán, tras tan tétrica trama teatral'/><author><name>WhisperedHowls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09103275911671046994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/SqyBvr7BlDI/AAAAAAAAABI/-kt6jOgVmz0/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168126592766684223.post-1698660093564801785</id><published>2011-04-15T16:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T17:01:07.001-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Un Post despre Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;  Pe toti ii aud, mai ales in apropierea Pastelui si a Craciunului ca tin post, si ca nu mananca nu stiu ce ca ar contine oua, lapte praf or whatever. Dar in schimb fumeaza, fluera dupa tipe pe strada sau mai stiu eu ce. Mie mi se pare ca oamenii, si ma refer la toti, chiar si cei in varsta au pierdut o data cu timpul scopul postului. Nu ca as fi eu o adepta a postului, mi se pare o tampenie, singurul lucru bun pe care il gasesc in a tine post este acea pauza de la o mancare mult prea grea si satioasa, ceea ce e discutabil pentru ca o inlocuiesti cu alte tampenii care sunt si mai nesanatoase. Dar exact aici vroiam sa ajung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;  Care e ideea postului? Sa stai o anumita perioada, cel mult o luna jumate (Postul Pastelui) fara sa iti satisfaci placerile trupului pentru a te purifica (cica). Dar in ziua de azi se gasesc tot felu de tampenii facute din soia, tofu, napolitane, inghetata de post si asa mai departe. Si din moment ce mananci inghetata si carnati or whatever, mai poti spune ca nu iti satisfaci placerile trupului? La fel si cu fumatul. Daca tot esti atat de credincios, ia-ti o salata, o ridiche, o rosie fa-ti o salata si supravietuieste cu asta toata ziua. Iar daca esti fumator lasa-te de fumat o luna jumate. Cum e? Mie tot o tampenie mi se pare, dar trecand peste, o tampenie si mai mare mi se pare sa traiesti cu impresia ca faci ceva incredibil de bun atata timp cat nu faci. Nici din punct de vedere religios nici pentru corpul tau. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;  Toate cele bune! Sarbatori fericite! Aveti grija sa nu faceti indigeste de la atatea oua dupa ce ati mancat numai soia! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168126592766684223-1698660093564801785?l=whisperedhowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/feeds/1698660093564801785/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9168126592766684223&amp;postID=1698660093564801785' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/1698660093564801785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/1698660093564801785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/2011/04/un-post-despre-post.html' title='Un Post despre Post'/><author><name>WhisperedHowls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09103275911671046994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/SqyBvr7BlDI/AAAAAAAAABI/-kt6jOgVmz0/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168126592766684223.post-5108212688596961524</id><published>2011-03-16T10:21:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T22:33:26.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...Or am I dreamin'?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;   In acest post o sa va spun cate ceva despre relatia vis-realitate. si ma refer la visul din timpul somnului, nu la aspiratii. O sa incep postul prin a va povesti cel mai dubios vis pe care l-am avut vreodata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;   Am visat ca eram in patul meu si dormeam. Bineinteles ca au inceput sa se intample diverse lucruri stranii, eu ma trezeam cu adevarat din cand in cand, dar vazand exact ce vedeam si in vis nu mai puteam sa fac diferenta intre vis si realitate, asa ca totul s-a transformat intr-un cosmar oribil care avea sa persiste pana dimineata. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;   Bineinteles, cu o amestecatura de ganduri, niste autosugestie, si putin ifluentata de "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=66TuSJo4dZM"&gt;Inception&lt;/a&gt;" (Recomand!) recent vazut, mintea mea a inceput sa creeze un labirint imposibil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;   Acum, vorbind despre vis in general putem incepe prin a-l defini: Este experienta subconstienta constand intr-o succesiune de imagini, sunete, idei, emotii si alte senzatii care apare, de obicei, in timpul somnului, dar mai ales in cazul tipului de somn in care ochii se misca (somn REM).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;  O lista cu anumite lucruri interesante despre vise:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- In primele 5 minute de la trezire, uitam jumatate din vise. In 10 min, uitam peste 90% din vis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- Cand intri in starea de REM, corpul recupereaza, se odihneste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- 12% dintre oameni viseaza exclusiv in alb si negru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- Visul lucid este cel in care cei ce viseaza sunt constienti ca viseaza, fiind capabili sa controleze diverse aspecte ale visului, inculsiv a mediului din vis. Intr-un vis lucid, mediul inconjurator este adesea mult mai realist iar acuratetea senzoriala este mai ridicata decat in visele obisnuite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- Cei care au renuntat la tigari, alcool, etc, au mai multe vise vicioase decat ar experimenta in mod normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- Fenomenul de Invadare in vis apare atunci cand, de exemplu, un sunet din realitate patrunde in vis si este integrat intr-un anumit context. Alt exemplu ar putea fi setea; atunci cand in vis bei un pahar cu apa iti potolesti setea dar pentru scurt timp, organismul fortandu-te pana la urma sa te trezesti si sa il hidratezi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- Un vis in timp real dureaza maxim 8 secunde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- Oamenii care devin orbi dupa nastere vad imagini in vis iar cei care se nasc orbi nu vad imagini, in schimbi viseaza cu celelalte simturi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- Visele iti influenteaza starea de a doua zi, ca si preferintele, in special la alimente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;   Cosmarurile sunt una dintre cele mai vii si dramatice experiente ale mintii umane. Ele evoca imagini incredibile, de multe ori comparate cu lumea filmelor, insă nici un film de groaza, nici o fantezie de science-fiction, nici macar un film scabros nu pot egala imaginile brutale care ne chinuie in visele noastre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Diverse motive pentru care avem cosmaruri:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- Subconstientul incearca sa scape de conflictele interioare, in special la copii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- O preocupare intensa legata de o anumita problema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- Medicamentele impotriva depresiilor si unele antibiotice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- Dezechilibre emotionale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I hope you liked the post and found it interesting. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sweet dreams!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168126592766684223-5108212688596961524?l=whisperedhowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/feeds/5108212688596961524/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9168126592766684223&amp;postID=5108212688596961524' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/5108212688596961524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/5108212688596961524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/2011/03/or-am-i-dreamin.html' title='...Or am I dreamin&apos;?'/><author><name>WhisperedHowls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09103275911671046994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/SqyBvr7BlDI/AAAAAAAAABI/-kt6jOgVmz0/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168126592766684223.post-3620643393269377825</id><published>2011-02-21T06:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T09:58:43.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do your demons, do they ever let you go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  De fiecare data cand faci ceva rau, ceva gresit, nu ti se pare nici pe departe atat de rau ca atunci cand este facut de altcineva, desi in esenta este acelasi lucru, la fel de rau. Cand vine vorba de asta suntem mereu subiectivi. Oricat de rational ai fii tot mi se pare imposibil sa nu fii putin subiectiv. Intotdeauna ti se pare ca tu ai avut un motiv intemeiat dar ca X nu are nici o scuza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Pe langa asta suntem si ipocriti, pentru ca nu suntem capabili sa ii observam defectele unui om apropiat decat atunci cand nu ne mai este prieten, Dar nu o recunoastem niciodata, "Aah, tot timpul X mi s-a parut un negru, idiot, gay, retardat, extraterestru..." And so on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Intotdeauna noi avem ceva mai multa dreptate decat ceilalti, intotdeauna suntem mai exigenti cu ceilalti decat cu noi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Desi maniera difera, esenta este totusi aceeasi. Mda... Nu suntem deloc originali. Dar asta e doar o parere. Pana la urma ce stim? Cum e? De ce? Nu stim tot ce pretindem ca stim. Formulam opinii, cercetam, presupunem, dar nu stim sigur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  "Cautam adevarul dar nu gasim decat incertitudine." B. Pascal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Thanks for reading my aberration :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168126592766684223-3620643393269377825?l=whisperedhowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/feeds/3620643393269377825/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9168126592766684223&amp;postID=3620643393269377825' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/3620643393269377825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/3620643393269377825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/2011/02/do-your-demons-do-they-ever-let-you-go.html' title='Do your demons, do they ever let you go?'/><author><name>WhisperedHowls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09103275911671046994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/SqyBvr7BlDI/AAAAAAAAABI/-kt6jOgVmz0/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168126592766684223.post-9214797409540379407</id><published>2011-01-18T08:56:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T09:30:43.064-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Generatia tutun</title><content type='html'>Diverse motive pentru care adolescentii se apuca de fumat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Din curiozitate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Din cauza stresului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Am prea multi bani, asa ca m-am gandit sa ii dau pe ceva cool cum ar fi tigari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Asa se cere in gasca mea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Imi place cum imi sta cu o tigara in coltul gurii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Daca ceilalti fumeaza de ce sa nu o fac si eu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Intotdeauna am vrut sa fiu printre tipii tari, care fumeaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Doar asa am reusit sa uit de trauma despartirii de x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cand ii vezi pe toti ca fumeaza nu poti sa ramai singurul nefumator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu in ce categorie te incadrezi? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168126592766684223-9214797409540379407?l=whisperedhowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/feeds/9214797409540379407/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9168126592766684223&amp;postID=9214797409540379407' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/9214797409540379407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/9214797409540379407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/2011/01/generatia-tutun.html' title='Generatia tutun'/><author><name>WhisperedHowls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09103275911671046994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/SqyBvr7BlDI/AAAAAAAAABI/-kt6jOgVmz0/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168126592766684223.post-3608990596280137324</id><published>2011-01-04T16:39:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T21:42:46.362-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Your long hair can't cover that red neck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    Yeah, well, a trecut si anul 2010, un an lung, tulburator si plin de schimbari. In bine, in rau... Blogul meu a implinit 1 an jumate, si ca un review al anului...&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca nu "haina il face pe om", am invatat ca orice viata merita salvata, am invatat sa fiu egoista si sa ma iubesc, am invatat sa spun NU, am invatat ca educatia este foarte importanta si ca asta este cel mai bun motiv pt care sa nu chiulesti, am invatat ca nu te poti baza pe ceilalti si ca cel mai bine este sa te ajuti singur.&lt;br /&gt; Am aflat ca am cei mai tari parinti, am aflat cat de dureros este dormitul pe fotoliu, am aflat ca iubirea este cel mai frumos cadou pe care il poti primi de la viata, am aflat ca omul este cel mai rau si mai salbatic animal, am aflat ca poti cobori de pe munte pe ploaie si sa ajungi acasa intreg, am aflat ca nu ma multumesc cu putin si ca prefer "deloc" decat "de proasta calitate" si... multe altele.&lt;br /&gt; Altfel spus, am crescut.&lt;br /&gt;All the best! And good luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168126592766684223-3608990596280137324?l=whisperedhowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/feeds/3608990596280137324/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9168126592766684223&amp;postID=3608990596280137324' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/3608990596280137324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/3608990596280137324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/2011/01/your-long-hair-doesnt-cover-red-neck.html' title='Your long hair can&apos;t cover that red neck'/><author><name>WhisperedHowls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09103275911671046994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/SqyBvr7BlDI/AAAAAAAAABI/-kt6jOgVmz0/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168126592766684223.post-3717911180395451385</id><published>2011-01-04T16:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T23:41:15.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Rateuri 2010</title><content type='html'>As I promised... Cele mai tari 10 rateuri din anul trecut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Mai uşor cu frigu'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. L-a închis în casă pe dinafară&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Meivi Mucăr (Movie Maker) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Ce să sune pizza?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ţine-mi, te rog, căţaua! (cafeaua)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. L'anglais francais (La langue francais) trad: Engleza franceza (limba franceza)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Televizorul... televizorul... Brutalizează-l!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Îmi fac un ceai de fructe de legume. (fructe de pădure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ti-ai facut-o cu mana mea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Orice e mai important decât sănătatea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168126592766684223-3717911180395451385?l=whisperedhowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/feeds/3717911180395451385/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9168126592766684223&amp;postID=3717911180395451385' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/3717911180395451385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/3717911180395451385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/2011/01/top-rateuri-2010_04.html' title='Top Rateuri 2010'/><author><name>WhisperedHowls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09103275911671046994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/SqyBvr7BlDI/AAAAAAAAABI/-kt6jOgVmz0/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168126592766684223.post-4713592964728451239</id><published>2010-12-03T06:05:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T15:59:48.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Despre Craciun si luna decembrie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/TPkJRnV7FcI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/CDag0QHqRUk/s1600/toxel_Christmas_photoshop_tutorials.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/TPkJRnV7FcI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/CDag0QHqRUk/s320/toxel_Christmas_photoshop_tutorials.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546474614306837954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luna decembrie este luna mea preferata. Este luna in care uit de &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;griji si devin din nou un copil, este luna in care mai imbatranesc cu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; cate un an, si, bineinteles, este luna in care ninge, in care avem &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vacanta si in care alergam dupa cadouri.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  In fiecare an in luna decembrie se schimba atmosfera &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;posomorata de toamna cu o atmosfera plina de bucurie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; copilareasca si de speranta. Si uite asa, astept in fiecare an cu &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nerabdare ziua de 24 in care impodobesc bradul impreuna cu cei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; pe care ii iubesc (familia) ascultand colinde, si pun la punct &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ultimele chichite pentru planurile de a doua zi. Poate ca suna a&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; cliseu ceea ce fac, but these things really make me happy. In ziua &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de Craciun nici nu stii ce sa faci mai intai, dar eu raman la chesti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; simple ofer/primesc cadouri, mananc mancare traditionala, ma &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uit la filme cu Mos Craciun, and... I don't know, share some love:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  Ideea este ca nu conteaza prea mult cine e Mos Craciun, de unde &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a pornit toata sarbatoarea asta, sau ce cred ceilalti despre Craciun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, important este felul in care vezi tu Craciunul si ce inseamna pentru &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span &gt;  Va las cu un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KeZEn7Tq0GU"&gt;cantec awesome de Craciun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  Sarbatori fericite, bloggeri! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168126592766684223-4713592964728451239?l=whisperedhowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/feeds/4713592964728451239/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9168126592766684223&amp;postID=4713592964728451239' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/4713592964728451239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/4713592964728451239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/2010/12/despre-craciun-si-luna-decembrie.html' title='Despre Craciun si luna decembrie'/><author><name>WhisperedHowls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09103275911671046994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/SqyBvr7BlDI/AAAAAAAAABI/-kt6jOgVmz0/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/TPkJRnV7FcI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/CDag0QHqRUk/s72-c/toxel_Christmas_photoshop_tutorials.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168126592766684223.post-2053161701499761502</id><published>2010-11-26T09:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T09:32:18.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi-e scarba!</title><content type='html'>  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;MI-e scarba de orasul asta imputit, mi-e scarba de pitipoancele care au devenit eco, mi-e scarba de oamenii anosti, fara personalitate, mi-e scarba de fetele voastre identice, care nu sugereaza nimic... Mi-e scarba de voi, ma! Pentru ca sunteti niste hiene care nu stiu cum sa muste mai bine din curul altuia. Voi nu stiti ce-i aia iubire, piretenie, chiar nu stiti, si mi-e mila de voi! Si scarba in acelasi timp.&lt;br /&gt;  Mi-e scarba de toate tampeniile pe care le spuneti fara sa le intelegeti incercand sa pareti destepti, mi-e scarba de zambetele inocente pe care le afisati de fiecare data cand va salvati pielea facandu-i rau unui "prieten"... Si cel mai tare, mi-e scarba de ora inutila de desen pe care o am de la 3-4! :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168126592766684223-2053161701499761502?l=whisperedhowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/feeds/2053161701499761502/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9168126592766684223&amp;postID=2053161701499761502' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/2053161701499761502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/2053161701499761502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/2010/11/mi-e-scarba.html' title='Mi-e scarba!'/><author><name>WhisperedHowls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09103275911671046994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/SqyBvr7BlDI/AAAAAAAAABI/-kt6jOgVmz0/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168126592766684223.post-7373553434774800595</id><published>2010-10-19T14:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T12:57:46.637-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Best lines of October</title><content type='html'>  Am facut un colaj cu fazele din filme/desene animate la care am ras cel mai mult in luna asta. E posibil ca unele dintre ele sa tina de context, deci nu stiu daca se inteleg atat de bine...&lt;br /&gt;  Nu m-am putut abtine de la "The  room". Este un fenomen acest film, you gotta watch it!&lt;br /&gt;  Well, I hope you'll laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1b339a5166273e55" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1b339a5166273e55%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330170939%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D18DB1549E70C08845BFDCC41ADC96126696E05E8.818AA63D39A11DEA44800C824CDFED079860EF68%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1b339a5166273e55%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtNhVTCESrteM1NvDPz1fWEnahhs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1b339a5166273e55%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330170939%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D18DB1549E70C08845BFDCC41ADC96126696E05E8.818AA63D39A11DEA44800C824CDFED079860EF68%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1b339a5166273e55%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtNhVTCESrteM1NvDPz1fWEnahhs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168126592766684223-7373553434774800595?l=whisperedhowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/feeds/7373553434774800595/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9168126592766684223&amp;postID=7373553434774800595' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/7373553434774800595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/7373553434774800595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/2010/10/best-lines-of-october.html' title='Best lines of October'/><author><name>WhisperedHowls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09103275911671046994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/SqyBvr7BlDI/AAAAAAAAABI/-kt6jOgVmz0/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168126592766684223.post-6370287070804333783</id><published>2010-10-08T14:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T15:32:28.718-04:00</updated><title type='text'>'Unga! Bunga!</title><content type='html'>    In nici un caz nu as scrie in mod normal pe blog despre crime, zvonuri, barfe sau alte stiri dubioase. Dar ceea ce ma uimeste in acest caz este... Ei bine o sa va dati seama si singuri:&lt;br /&gt;    "Asta este, l-am omorat! Zece ani pentru un prost!" (Autorul crimei de la liceul din Craiova - 7.oct)&lt;br /&gt;    Dap, exact, seninatatea cu care o spune! &lt;br /&gt;    Nu mai zic ca mi se pare inuman sa traiesti cu asa ceva pe constiinta. Sa zicem ca nu ai constiinta si nu te afecteaza asta cu nimic, dar nici macar faptul ca stai inchis ani buni intre 4 pereti nu te mai sperie? Adica, nu te deranjaza? Macar asa putin...? Nu...? Ok atunci... trecem mai departe. Am inteles, nu mai exista respect, iubire, compasiune... dar nici macar instinctul de conservare nu mai exista? Adica nu iti pasa nici macar de tine? Merita sa te joci de-a Dumnezeu pt cateva minute si apoi sa platesti pt asta cu ani buni din viata, pierduti in spatele unor bari de metal?&lt;br /&gt;    O sa ajungem sa ne fugarim cu furci si topoare pe Magheru. Dar in schimb avem pretentii cu duiumul. Avem pretentii, ca doar suntem o tara civilizata... Unde totul funtioneaza cum trebuie. Clar!&lt;br /&gt;    Populatia este din ce in ce mai degradata si mai lipsita de valori, isi dau in cap, isi ard copiii pe rug, eventual. Se impusca pt ca au calcat unul pe proprietatea altuia (etc). O sa ajungem ca in Vestul Salbatic.&lt;br /&gt;    De ce ne-am mai chinuit atatea mii de ani sa construim ceva daca acum tinem neaparat sa ne intoarcem la nivelul din pestera?    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168126592766684223-6370287070804333783?l=whisperedhowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/feeds/6370287070804333783/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9168126592766684223&amp;postID=6370287070804333783' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/6370287070804333783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/6370287070804333783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/2010/10/hunga-bunga.html' title='&apos;Unga! Bunga!'/><author><name>WhisperedHowls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09103275911671046994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/SqyBvr7BlDI/AAAAAAAAABI/-kt6jOgVmz0/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168126592766684223.post-9032905684260082567</id><published>2010-10-03T13:25:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T07:22:46.615-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Little drop of poison - Ultima foaie din jurnalul unei vampe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/TKjE0nH8PwI/AAAAAAAAAJw/l3bYYWwms9E/s1600/business-woman-writing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 152px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523881351104446210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/TKjE0nH8PwI/AAAAAAAAAJw/l3bYYWwms9E/s320/business-woman-writing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;  "Stateam pe o banca veche si destul de murdara... Oare cati oameni mai statusera pe ea inaintea mea, cate ganduri au stat candva deasupra mea...&lt;br /&gt;   Ma uitam la oamenii anosti care treceau prin fata mea, prea ocupati cu viata de zi cu zi. Multi dintre ei probabil nu simtisera niciodata iubire, dezamagire, ura... Simtisera doar frica. Teama ca viata lor monotona s-ar putea schimba in vreun fel. Erau niste corpuri, niste roboti strict programati.&lt;br /&gt;  Eu in schimb vazusem destul cat sa nu ma mai impresioneze ce ii impresiona pe ei. Stateam acolo rece si distanta, tragand din tigara mea. Desi eram singura si afara se innoptase, nu imi era frica. Nu imi era frica de nimic, nici macar de moarte. Invatasem deja ca puteai intalni in viata lucruri mai rele decat moartea. Nu imi era frica decat de adevar. De adevarul cumplit cum ca as putea sa nu le fiu cu nimic superioara carcaselor de carne care ocupau orasul.&lt;br /&gt;  Eram personajul negativ al unei povesti plictisitoare. Nu avea rost sa ma mai ascund de mine. Eram pur si simplu un om rau. Un om caruia ii placea sa ii raneasca pe cei pe care ii considera inferiori. Nu era nimic de iertat in ce faceam sau in felul in care gandeam. Eram pur si simplu un buldog urat si turbat sub o masca de inger, gata sa muste pe oricine ar fi incercat sa se apropie.&lt;br /&gt;  Ardea in interiorul meu o furie nejustificata. In exterior nu aruncam decat soapte calme. Calmul acela enervant care te scoate din minti. Dar in interior urlam. Nu imi era mila de nimic si de nimeni. I-as fi strivit pe toti pana la ultimul fara sa ma uit inapoi si fara sa am vreun resentiment..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168126592766684223-9032905684260082567?l=whisperedhowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/feeds/9032905684260082567/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9168126592766684223&amp;postID=9032905684260082567' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/9032905684260082567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/9032905684260082567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/2010/10/little-drop-of-poison-ultima-foaie-din.html' title='Little drop of poison - Ultima foaie din jurnalul unei vampe'/><author><name>WhisperedHowls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09103275911671046994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/SqyBvr7BlDI/AAAAAAAAABI/-kt6jOgVmz0/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/TKjE0nH8PwI/AAAAAAAAAJw/l3bYYWwms9E/s72-c/business-woman-writing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168126592766684223.post-4274934585161661550</id><published>2010-09-26T02:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T11:21:26.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu conteaza ca se intampla, doar sa nu se afle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cam asta este principiul dupa care se invarte totul in iubita noastra tara...&lt;br /&gt;   Odata cu trecerea timpului standardele au scazut si adevaratele valori au fost ingropate si uitate. Oamenii devenind din ce in ce mai egoisti si superficiali si-au implantat in minte cliseul "nu contaza ca se intampla, important e sa nu afle nimeni" sau macar sa afle cat mai putini. &lt;br /&gt;   NU conteaza ca eleva porno face ce face, hai sa scapam de cel care o da in vileag. Nu conteaza ca marinarul fura, e grav ca se afla, hai sa-i dam 20 de ani de inchisoare, asa preventiv. Nu conteaza ca se intampla! E grav ca se afla! Si asta au majoritatea implantat bine in cap de la cel mai neinsemnat pana la cel mai important de la cel mai tanar pana la cel mai in varsta. &lt;br /&gt;   Revizuiti-va valorile oameni buni si incercati sa vedeti what is REALLY wrong in a situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168126592766684223-4274934585161661550?l=whisperedhowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/feeds/4274934585161661550/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9168126592766684223&amp;postID=4274934585161661550' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/4274934585161661550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/4274934585161661550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/2010/09/nu-conteaza-ca-se-intampla-doar-sa-nu.html' title='Nu conteaza ca se intampla, doar sa nu se afle!'/><author><name>WhisperedHowls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09103275911671046994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/SqyBvr7BlDI/AAAAAAAAABI/-kt6jOgVmz0/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168126592766684223.post-7711369073873119693</id><published>2010-08-31T05:11:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T07:46:43.898-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah... That's really...something...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/THzrmNBfSQI/AAAAAAAAAJA/MS8DIvkFMAk/s1600/barbie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/THzrmNBfSQI/AAAAAAAAAJA/MS8DIvkFMAk/s200/barbie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511539085558106370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Defectele unui om ii contureaza personalitatea si atunci cand iti place personalitatea cuiva ajungi sa iti placa si defectele lui. Perfectiunea este lineara, banala, plictisitoare. Perfectiunea este o uniforma. Ne plangem ca nu vrem sa fim la fel ca ceilalti, ca nu vrem sa facem parte din turma, dar pe de alta parte toti vrem sa fim perfecti. &lt;br /&gt;   Poate ar merita mai mult sa ne ocupam de alte chesti decat de atingerea perfectiunii. Cu atat mai putin atingerea perfectiunii fizice. Cui ii mai pasa de cum arati daca atunci cand deschizi gura ii improsti cu prostie pe toti, sau daca esti un fel de Maleficent, sau daca in interior esti un/o mos/baba sclifosit/a. ?&lt;br /&gt;   De ce puneti atat accent pe aspect? De ce va pasa numai de ambalaj? De ce va "prostituati" ambalajul virtual sau in alte moduri dubioase? Ce rost are sa devi penibil incercand sa le arati tuturor cat de good-looking esti tu? Ceea ce pana la urma tine de gustul fiecaruia. Frumusetea e relativa, fiecare o vede in felul lui. Te lauzi cu ceva ce nu-ti apartine. Poti considera ca ai ajuns cu o treapta mai sus atunci cand o sa realizezi si o sa accepti faptul ca nimic nu iti apartine, nici macar corpul tau. Esti doar "chirias in el" pentru o perioada limitata. Traiti-va viata si nu mai faceti din ea un camp de lupta intre ambalaje.&lt;br /&gt;   Pana sa fugiti in fata oglinzii sa va menajati putin va las cu cateva citate.&lt;br /&gt;Unii se cred perfecti doar pentru ca sunt mai putin exigenti cu ei insisi. (Hermann Hesse)&lt;br /&gt;Nu va temeti de perfectiune. Nu o sa o atingeti niciodata! (Salvador Dali)&lt;br /&gt;Daca vrei ca totul sa fie drept, nu ai decat sa te muti intr-o lume facuta cu echerul. (Haruki Murakami)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168126592766684223-7711369073873119693?l=whisperedhowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/feeds/7711369073873119693/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9168126592766684223&amp;postID=7711369073873119693' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/7711369073873119693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/7711369073873119693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/2010/08/yeah-thats-reallysomething.html' title='Yeah... That&apos;s really...something...'/><author><name>WhisperedHowls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09103275911671046994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/SqyBvr7BlDI/AAAAAAAAABI/-kt6jOgVmz0/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/THzrmNBfSQI/AAAAAAAAAJA/MS8DIvkFMAk/s72-c/barbie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168126592766684223.post-4083212207690788107</id><published>2010-08-21T12:29:00.025-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T11:41:14.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jurnal de calatorie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/THAtj5TKxZI/AAAAAAAAAIY/5qi-7MsyyVs/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 40px; height: 40px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/THAtj5TKxZI/AAAAAAAAAIY/5qi-7MsyyVs/s200/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507952438974006674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Busteni-Cantonul Jepi-Babele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pe la ora 11AM eram in apropiere de hotelul Silva din Busteni si ne pregateam sa incepem traseul catre Cantonul Jepi. Am urmat marcajul cu triunghi albastru. Pana la primul popas numit "La Gratar" traseul este comun cu cel in spre Cascada Urlatoare, traseu marcat cu cerc rosu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/THAs6IYRv5I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zZfXbbJJM-A/s1600/S8303883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/THAs6IYRv5I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zZfXbbJJM-A/s320/S8303883.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507951721467461522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/THAs1EtnYYI/AAAAAAAAAII/ny3Mslj9_jc/s1600/S8303873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/THAs1EtnYYI/AAAAAAAAAII/ny3Mslj9_jc/s320/S8303873.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507951634583871874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Am inceput sa urcam prin padure pe Valea Urlatorilor. Drumul nu este dificil, se urca pe serpentine inguste care tot ocolesc muntele pana in punctul numit "La Mese".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/THAshLT0cVI/AAAAAAAAAIA/i1ZkS2tb_io/s1600/S8303879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/THAshLT0cVI/AAAAAAAAAIA/i1ZkS2tb_io/s320/S8303879.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507951292757340498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Aici deja se observa diferenta de altitudine, Se poate vedea Varful Jepilor Mici si Busteni-ul care deja pare de jucarie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/THAsSj0oryI/AAAAAAAAAH4/l-lbmcwm4Ek/s1600/S8303920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/THAsSj0oryI/AAAAAAAAAH4/l-lbmcwm4Ek/s320/S8303920.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507951041639395106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;De aici serpentinele se scurteza. Am continuat traseul prin padure cam inca o ora pana am ajuns pe Creasta Urlatorilor. De aici incepe portiunea numita "La Scari" unde se urca, puternic inclinat pe o "scara" sapata in stanca si prevazuta cu cabluri de siguranta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/THArzCJ1wfI/AAAAAAAAAHw/YlmklPxnZS0/s1600/S8303905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/THArzCJ1wfI/AAAAAAAAAHw/YlmklPxnZS0/s320/S8303905.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507950500025582066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/THArrgpM1fI/AAAAAAAAAHo/2xZaqSL3YzA/s1600/S8303906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/THArrgpM1fI/AAAAAAAAAHo/2xZaqSL3YzA/s320/S8303906.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507950370771228146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/THArjtcDkaI/AAAAAAAAAHg/z2uoBe3hOD0/s1600/S8303932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/THArjtcDkaI/AAAAAAAAAHg/z2uoBe3hOD0/s320/S8303932.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507950236766802338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/THArZ7mkYNI/AAAAAAAAAHY/YMw1QPoeIWQ/s1600/S8303945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/THArZ7mkYNI/AAAAAAAAAHY/YMw1QPoeIWQ/s320/S8303945.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507950068770300114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Drumul a continuat prin jnepenis cu cateva serpentine scurte. La 15:30 am ajuns la Cantonul Jepi. Ne-am odihnit putin, am mancat si am facut poze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/THAqv461f0I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6Oc2mGvLLhw/s1600/S8303962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/THAqv461f0I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/6Oc2mGvLLhw/s320/S8303962.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507949346495496002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/THAql_rmDNI/AAAAAAAAAHI/6pWH9NiD7Dw/s1600/S8303966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/THAql_rmDNI/AAAAAAAAAHI/6pWH9NiD7Dw/s320/S8303966.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507949176511925458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; De aici am urmat marcajul cu triunghi rosu si am continuat traseul in spre Babele pe Platoul Bucegi. Aici am reusit sa-mi sucesc piciorul, nu pot sa-mi dau seama cum, pur si simplu mergand prin iarba. La un moment dat am dat peste o balta in care topaiau niste broscute foarte mici. Intre timp incepusera sa se adune nori negri asa ca am marit pasul in spre cabana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/THAp7h7AATI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aQOJDiqzcIg/s1600/S8303987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/THAp7h7AATI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aQOJDiqzcIg/s320/S8303987.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507948446968971570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/THAp1AJk2vI/AAAAAAAAAGw/8wtAq8hwyHg/s1600/S8303991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/THAp1AJk2vI/AAAAAAAAAGw/8wtAq8hwyHg/s320/S8303991.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507948334824086258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Pe la ora 17:00 am ajuns la statia de telecabina sperand ca vom mai prinde o telecabina pana jos dupa ce cu cateva minute in urma un om ne bagase in panica spunandu-ne ca telecabina se inchide la ora 5 dar acolo am vazut o coada fosrte mare si am aflat ca telecabina se inchidea de fapt la ora 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/THAo-ujJZuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hhTaZgkmBlE/s1600/S8304005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/THAo-ujJZuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hhTaZgkmBlE/s320/S8304005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507947402386564834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/THAo446LlCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/2lBAwkbE0pE/s1600/S8304017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/THAo446LlCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/2lBAwkbE0pE/s320/S8304017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507947302088315938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Dupa ce am mancat la Cabana Babele ne-am dus in spre statia de telecabina unde am asteptat aproximativ 3 ore pana sa coboram. Coada era imensa iar telecabina se misca taca-taca-taca-taca :P :)).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/THAoiL6WyiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/aRUUK4wHp_w/s1600/S8304029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/THAoiL6WyiI/AAAAAAAAAGY/aRUUK4wHp_w/s320/S8304029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507946912052333090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/THAoaVm0AwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/wSGrGHuztlw/s1600/S8304033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/THAoaVm0AwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/wSGrGHuztlw/s320/S8304033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507946777215763202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/THAoRWIAKUI/AAAAAAAAAGI/-b9WgGRGi74/s1600/S8304037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/THAoRWIAKUI/AAAAAAAAAGI/-b9WgGRGi74/s320/S8304037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507946622736148802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cand am ajuns jos deja se innoptase si unii dintre noi ramasesera cu urechile infundate de la schimbarea brusca de altitudine. A fost superb iar la anul ne astepta Jepii Mici! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168126592766684223-4083212207690788107?l=whisperedhowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/feeds/4083212207690788107/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9168126592766684223&amp;postID=4083212207690788107' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/4083212207690788107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/4083212207690788107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/2010/08/jurnal-de-calatorie.html' title='Jurnal de calatorie'/><author><name>WhisperedHowls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09103275911671046994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/SqyBvr7BlDI/AAAAAAAAABI/-kt6jOgVmz0/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/THAtj5TKxZI/AAAAAAAAAIY/5qi-7MsyyVs/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168126592766684223.post-3120815610950944046</id><published>2010-07-17T02:52:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T16:02:09.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Capra.Tap.Cioc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/TEFbzQkMOsI/AAAAAAAAAFw/d7N22S7_M1w/s1600/capricorn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 171px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/TEFbzQkMOsI/AAAAAAAAAFw/d7N22S7_M1w/s200/capricorn.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494773956546935490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Mda... Capricornul... Marsava zodie... Sau nu?&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   Pai... Asa ca introducere, capricornul sau, cum ar spune o buna prietena, capra-tap-cioc... Glumesc...&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   Capricornul este o zodie de pamant iar cei care fac parte din ea sunt nascuti la sfarsitul lui decembrie - inceputul lui ianuarie. Capricornul este practic combinatia dintre un tap si un peste.&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   Capricornii sunt foarte mandri si orgoliosi. Pentru ei este a big deal tot ce fac. Chiar si faptul ca muta ceva de colo-colo. Pt ei conteaza felul in care o fac. Bineinteles, am dat un exemplu banal.&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   Pentru ei totul este interesant, viata, oamenii pe care ii cunosc, locurile pe care le vad... Au impresia ca ei sunt in centrul universului si ca totul se invarte in jurul lor; Ei insisi sunt niste oameni interesanti, cu idei originale, curajosi si tot timpul in cautarea aventurii.   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   Mai tot timpul au multe de spus dar nu o fac.&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   Sunt nebuni dupa distractie, placere si confort si nu in ultimul rand foarte kinky.&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   Sunt foarte   posesivi cu ce au impresia ca le apartine si tin foarte mult la "teritoriul lor".&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   Prefera noaptea ca moment al zilei. Au trasaturi placute iar comportamental oscileaza de la marea linistita la vulcanul care erupe. Stau foarte bine la capitolul self-control. Nu te lasa sa vezi decat ce vor sa arate.&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   Au inclinatii artistice, iubesc, si le place sa traiasca din plin. Cu toate ca accepta greu o situatie sau o persoana.&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   Se bazeaza foarte mult pe instincte, pe noroc, pe ceea ce simt si pe propria persoana, mai rar pe altii.&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Sunt perseverenti si mereu obtin ce vor, nu le sta nimic in cale atunci cand isi doresc ceva. Ierarhia celor de care le pasa incepe intotdeauna cu ei pe primul loc.&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/TEFahQHGDjI/AAAAAAAAAFg/C77t3QuiWFU/s1600/capricorn1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/TEFahQHGDjI/AAAAAAAAAFg/C77t3QuiWFU/s200/capricorn1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494772547675622962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    Capricornii iubesc frumosul, misterul, ordinea, simetria sau din contra, asimetria, dar cea placuta ochiului.&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    Sunt oportunisti dar au onoare. Deci... Suntem greu de inteles :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/TEFbFrpEkQI/AAAAAAAAAFo/1dJxk8xDhkw/s1600/capricorn.gif"&gt;   &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/TEFbFrpEkQI/AAAAAAAAAFo/1dJxk8xDhkw/s320/capricorn.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494773173541179650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168126592766684223-3120815610950944046?l=whisperedhowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/feeds/3120815610950944046/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9168126592766684223&amp;postID=3120815610950944046' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/3120815610950944046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/3120815610950944046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/2010/07/capratapcioc.html' title='Capra.Tap.Cioc.'/><author><name>WhisperedHowls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09103275911671046994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/SqyBvr7BlDI/AAAAAAAAABI/-kt6jOgVmz0/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/TEFbzQkMOsI/AAAAAAAAAFw/d7N22S7_M1w/s72-c/capricorn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168126592766684223.post-7011226591903381902</id><published>2010-06-28T20:16:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T16:02:31.494-04:00</updated><title type='text'>O noapte in Vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/TClMjrEV9WI/AAAAAAAAAEo/leLh_v2i-aw/s1600/467_doc-love-stuck-in-the-smoking-section_flash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 139px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/TClMjrEV9WI/AAAAAAAAAEo/leLh_v2i-aw/s400/467_doc-love-stuck-in-the-smoking-section_flash.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488001796667733346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Era legata strans cu pasiune, dorinta si nebunie.&lt;br /&gt;  O speria in cel mai placut mod, o tortura cu tandrete.&lt;br /&gt;  Undeva la mijloc se loveau scanteile ce ieseau din ochii lor... Unele mult prea calme pentru cele disperate.&lt;br /&gt;  O spinteca cu atingeri fine, ii complica starea cu miscari simple.&lt;br /&gt;  Barmanul dormea intr-un colt sprijinit de tejghea si se mai trezea din cand in cand sa schimbe melodia. Noaptea se scurgea printre picaturi de blues...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168126592766684223-7011226591903381902?l=whisperedhowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/feeds/7011226591903381902/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9168126592766684223&amp;postID=7011226591903381902' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/7011226591903381902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/7011226591903381902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-noapte-in-vegas.html' title='O noapte in Vegas'/><author><name>WhisperedHowls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09103275911671046994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/SqyBvr7BlDI/AAAAAAAAABI/-kt6jOgVmz0/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/TClMjrEV9WI/AAAAAAAAAEo/leLh_v2i-aw/s72-c/467_doc-love-stuck-in-the-smoking-section_flash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168126592766684223.post-792157663738521476</id><published>2010-06-28T19:45:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T16:02:50.308-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Horror addicted...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;...?&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  In ultima vreme am vazut destul de multe filme horror asa ca m-am gandit sa fac un top... Plus ca am tot cautat diverse liste de filme si nu am gasit unele foarte bune. Daca va place cum suna vreun titlu cautati trailer la el oricum din pct meu de vedere toate sunt bune si merita vazute... deci here it comes:&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Top 10 filme horror recente (anii 2000)&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;10. Drag me to hell (2009)&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  9. Paranormal activity (2007)&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  8. Quarantine (2008)&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  7. Orphan (2009)&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  6. Dead End (2003)&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  5. Wrong Turn (2003)&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  4. 1408 (2007)&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  3. Cannibal Holocaust (nu stiu anul, filmul e interzis in multe tari, by the way)&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  2.  The haunting in Connecticut (2009)&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  1.  Dead silence (2009)&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/TCnuyNGWOCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/f0LDNM-EKrs/s1600/Copy+of+page.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/TCnuyNGWOCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/f0LDNM-EKrs/s400/Copy+of+page.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488180167204812834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Top 5 filme horror vechi (anii '80-'90)&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   5. The evil dead (1981)&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   4. It (1990)&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   3. The shining (1980)&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   2. Pet Sematary (1989)&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   1. A nightmare on Elm Street (1984)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/TCnvPIySMtI/AAAAAAAAAFA/P01ePcwGTyY/s1600/page.jpg"&gt;         &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 108px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/TCnvPIySMtI/AAAAAAAAAFA/P01ePcwGTyY/s400/page.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488180664263127762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168126592766684223-792157663738521476?l=whisperedhowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/feeds/792157663738521476/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9168126592766684223&amp;postID=792157663738521476' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/792157663738521476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/792157663738521476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/2010/06/horror-addicted.html' title='Horror addicted...'/><author><name>WhisperedHowls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09103275911671046994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/SqyBvr7BlDI/AAAAAAAAABI/-kt6jOgVmz0/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/TCnuyNGWOCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/f0LDNM-EKrs/s72-c/Copy+of+page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168126592766684223.post-8419052386580388943</id><published>2010-06-15T12:51:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T15:01:56.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vara + RATB = Haos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si uite ca a venit si vara, anotimp printre altele si al ororilor din transportul in comun. Am observat ca mai nou amaratele de batranele nu mai arunca cu papornita dupa loc, "arunca" cu nepoti. Vezi copii mici de cativa ani alergand de bezmetici prin autobuz, lovind oameni si intr-un final aruncandu-se pe doua locuri strigand "Uite buni, am reusit!" si bunicuta spunzandu-i "Bravo, scumpete, bravo!" Recent in tramvai a venit langa mine o batrana spunandu-mi "Imi pare rau pentru tine, domnisoara, dar va trebui sa te ridici si sa imi dai locul tau!... " POFTIM? Nici macar nu se mai obosesc sa cerseasca mila, se impun direct, adorabilele de ele. Calmati-va ca nu o sa va dea nimeni locul atata timp cat va duceti si ii amenintati cu ceaunul de mamaliga si le spuneti "Eu sunt batrana! Am drepturi!" Acceptati locul doar daca vi se ofera! Deci oameni buni, domnilor, doamnelor, mosilor, babelor! Daca nu faceti fata saunei din RATB, statului in picioare, caldurii de la ora pranzului, aglomeratiei, samd, STATI IN CASA! Permiteti-le macar celor care chiar sunt nevoiti sa foloseasca transportul in comun sa o faca! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Toate bune si frumoase pana ajungem si la capitolul transpiratie. Nici nu ma mai obosesc sa spun ca e lipsa de respect sa te comporti intr-o societate intr-un mod care ii deranjaza pe ceilalti. sau ca e aiurea sa nu te simti si sa puti langa altii si bla bla... Pentru ca n-ai cu cine! oamenii civilizati nu au nevoie de sfaturi de genul, ci le pun in practica din proprie initiativa iar cei necivilizati oricum nu o vor face deci... e destul de pointless... Cat despre furat din buzunare, batai sau scandaluri nici n-are rost sa mai zic. Acestea fiind spuse.... Feriti-va de RATB pe timpul verii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168126592766684223-8419052386580388943?l=whisperedhowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/feeds/8419052386580388943/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9168126592766684223&amp;postID=8419052386580388943' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/8419052386580388943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/8419052386580388943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/2010/06/vara-ratb-haos.html' title='Vara + RATB = Haos'/><author><name>WhisperedHowls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09103275911671046994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/SqyBvr7BlDI/AAAAAAAAABI/-kt6jOgVmz0/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168126592766684223.post-6595432705347748310</id><published>2010-06-03T19:08:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T19:28:21.542-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things are better left unsaid (reeditat)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Doar niste versuri care imi plac si &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4yNMM11VpxY"&gt;un clip&lt;/a&gt; pt ele ;;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I used to be the man for you&lt;br /&gt;Did everything you wanted me to,&lt;br /&gt;So, tell me, baby,&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you what you wanted to know,&lt;br /&gt;Precious secrets never spoken before...&lt;br /&gt;All I'm asking,&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things are better left unsaid&lt;br /&gt;But, all I do is cry instead,&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've cried me a river,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking how it used to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There've been too many tears falling,&lt;br /&gt;And there've been too many hearts&lt;br /&gt;Breaking in two...&lt;br /&gt;Remember what we had together,&lt;br /&gt;Believing it would last forever...&lt;br /&gt;So, won't you tell me, baby.&lt;br /&gt;Where did I do wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I had was yours,&lt;br /&gt;More than I have ever given before.&lt;br /&gt;So, won't you tell me&lt;br /&gt;Did I hurt you so bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm fooling myself,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I want you and no one else...&lt;br /&gt;And I can't understand&lt;br /&gt;Why you're doing these things to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There've been too many tears falling,&lt;br /&gt;And there've been too many hearts&lt;br /&gt;Breaking in two...&lt;br /&gt;Remember what we had together,&lt;br /&gt;Believing it would last forever...&lt;br /&gt;So, won't you tell me, baby,&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168126592766684223-6595432705347748310?l=whisperedhowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/feeds/6595432705347748310/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9168126592766684223&amp;postID=6595432705347748310' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/6595432705347748310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/6595432705347748310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/2010/06/remember-what-we-had-together.html' title='Some things are better left unsaid (reeditat)'/><author><name>WhisperedHowls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09103275911671046994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/SqyBvr7BlDI/AAAAAAAAABI/-kt6jOgVmz0/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168126592766684223.post-3795907211615225529</id><published>2010-05-20T16:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T19:50:24.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 reasons why you'd rather eat a Pizza by your own</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1 - More for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - You can choose the pizza assortment you like the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - you can use on it your favorite topping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - You can watch your favorite movie while you're eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - You could stay in a wired (but also relaxing) position while you're eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 - You can eat like a pig &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 - You can cut the pizza the way you want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 - You can spit out the ingredients you don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 - You can bite every slice of pizza and after this to start actually eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 - You can stick pizza in your nose (or something stupid like this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by IonMan :)) :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168126592766684223-3795907211615225529?l=whisperedhowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/feeds/3795907211615225529/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9168126592766684223&amp;postID=3795907211615225529' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/3795907211615225529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/3795907211615225529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/2010/05/10-reasons-why-youd-reather-eat-pizza.html' title='10 reasons why you&apos;d rather eat a Pizza by your own'/><author><name>WhisperedHowls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09103275911671046994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/SqyBvr7BlDI/AAAAAAAAABI/-kt6jOgVmz0/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168126592766684223.post-6493469939844030851</id><published>2010-04-26T15:50:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T11:28:31.951-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Suntem în finală!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CMm0Jq8_PiU/Tk0vlWHJGPI/AAAAAAAAAMY/AixM-wJfdfU/s1600/74042_125914740798288_100001392892097_166094_6076284_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CMm0Jq8_PiU/Tk0vlWHJGPI/AAAAAAAAAMY/AixM-wJfdfU/s320/74042_125914740798288_100001392892097_166094_6076284_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642218226802301170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne-am strâns patru generaţii cu chitara în curtea liceului să cântăm folk, am aflat de Festivalul Florian Pittiş şi am hotărât că merită să încercăm să participăm. Ne-am adunat mai mulţi, toţi "caragialişti" şi am făcut nişte repetiţii. Ulterior am făcut şi o înregistrare, am ales un nume care să ne reprezinte, &lt;strong&gt;Chiul &lt;/strong&gt;- de la modul în care ne-am întâlnit, un nume simplu dar care nouă ne spune multe. Şi uite aşa am ajuns în finală la Pittiş. &lt;p&gt; Dragi tovarăşi vroiam să vă anunţ în legătură cu marea noastră cântare:&lt;br /&gt; - data: 3 mai 2010&lt;br /&gt; - ora: 19:00&lt;br /&gt; - locul: Teatrul Bulandra (la Izvor)&lt;br /&gt;Intrarea este &lt;strong&gt;liberă&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Dacă vreţi să veniţi să ne ascultaţi vă aşteptăm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/S9amAwOIE2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/xa9TQerq270/s320/falfp3_afis_mic1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464737729735037794" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168126592766684223-6493469939844030851?l=whisperedhowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/feeds/6493469939844030851/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9168126592766684223&amp;postID=6493469939844030851' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/6493469939844030851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/6493469939844030851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/2010/04/suntem-in-finala.html' title='Suntem în finală!'/><author><name>WhisperedHowls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09103275911671046994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/SqyBvr7BlDI/AAAAAAAAABI/-kt6jOgVmz0/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CMm0Jq8_PiU/Tk0vlWHJGPI/AAAAAAAAAMY/AixM-wJfdfU/s72-c/74042_125914740798288_100001392892097_166094_6076284_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168126592766684223.post-8275135918684732875</id><published>2010-04-26T12:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T12:50:13.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness of stupidity</title><content type='html'>  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nu-mi vine sa cred ca ne traim viata in cel mai complicat si in acelasi timp stupid mod. Ne punem singuri niste limite care mai tarziu nu ne convin, ne formam singuri niste custi in jurul nostru si ne tinem prizonieri, facem alegeri pe care nu le mai putem schimba, ne agatam de toate partile bune ca sa le putem ignora pe cele rele... Si totusi sustinem ca suntem atat de liberi.&lt;br /&gt;  Din contra! Cum poti sa accepti sa ti se vorbeasca urat si inca sa pretinzi ca esti respectat? Cum poti sa accepti sa fii mintit si inca sa mai crezi in inocenta si sinceritate? Sau de exemplu, sa accepti un inel de logodna de la tipul care te-a pocnit cu o luna in urma... In fine I'm just sayin' :)) Cum poti sa renunti la tot pt cateva momente si apoi sa te intorci la ce aveai inainte si sa suti ca e alegerea ta? Nu e! Nu e deloc alegerea ta. Cand dependenta sau nevoia te duc pe un anumit drum nu mai e alegerea ta. Si cine iti pune toate barierele astea? Tu! Totul depinde de tine si de ce iti propui sa faci...Si chiar faci! Pentru ca de propus ne propunem multe...&lt;br /&gt;  Cine e de vina atunci cand tu esti nefericit din cine stie ce bullshit-uri? Tu! Pentru ca nu te obliga nimeni sa iti pese sau sa nu schimbi nimic, pentru ca nu esti in stare sa iti dai seama ce este cu adevarat important si ce nu, pentru ca faci compromisuri si nu te pui pe tine pe primul plan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168126592766684223-8275135918684732875?l=whisperedhowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/feeds/8275135918684732875/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9168126592766684223&amp;postID=8275135918684732875' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/8275135918684732875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/8275135918684732875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/2010/04/randomness-of-stupidity.html' title='Randomness of stupidity'/><author><name>WhisperedHowls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09103275911671046994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/SqyBvr7BlDI/AAAAAAAAABI/-kt6jOgVmz0/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168126592766684223.post-5111716609330693328</id><published>2010-03-20T04:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T04:47:45.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa de la Mada</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1. How are you feeling today? &lt;br /&gt;Deep Purple - Soldier of fortune &lt;br /&gt;2. Will you get far in life? &lt;br /&gt;Ac Dc - Back in black &lt;br /&gt;3. How do your friends see you? &lt;br /&gt;Tenacious D - Master exploder &lt;br /&gt;4. Will you get married? &lt;br /&gt;Guns n' Roses - Paradise City &lt;br /&gt;5. What’s your best friend’s theme?&lt;br /&gt;Iris - Lady in black &lt;br /&gt;6. What is the story of your life? &lt;br /&gt;Eagles - Hotel California :))&lt;br /&gt;7. What was high school like? &lt;br /&gt;Iron Maiden - Run to the hills  &lt;br /&gt;8. How can you get ahead in life?&lt;br /&gt;Deep Purple - Smoke on the water&lt;br /&gt;9. What is the best thing about your friends? &lt;br /&gt;Whitesnake - Good to be bad &lt;br /&gt;10. What is in store for this weekend? &lt;br /&gt;Dio - One night in the city &lt;br /&gt;11. What song describes you? &lt;br /&gt;Bon Jovi - You give love a bad name &lt;br /&gt;12. What song would describe your grandparents? &lt;br /&gt;The Doors - People are strange &lt;br /&gt;13. How is your life going? &lt;br /&gt;Jethro Tull - Bungle in the jungle &lt;br /&gt;14. What song will they play at your funeral? &lt;br /&gt;Ozzy Osbourne - Mama I'm comming home ...perfect:))&lt;br /&gt;15. How does the world see you? &lt;br /&gt;The Kelly Family - Na na na &lt;br /&gt;16. Will you have a happy life? &lt;br /&gt;Ozzy Osbourne - I don't wanna stop &lt;br /&gt;17. Do people secretly lust after you? &lt;br /&gt;Def Leppard - Pour some sugar on me&lt;br /&gt;18. How can I make myself happy? &lt;br /&gt;AC DC - Highway to hell &lt;br /&gt;19. What should you do with your life? &lt;br /&gt;Ozzy Osbourne - No more tears &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168126592766684223-5111716609330693328?l=whisperedhowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/feeds/5111716609330693328/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9168126592766684223&amp;postID=5111716609330693328' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/5111716609330693328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/5111716609330693328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/2010/03/leapsa-de-la-mada.html' title='Leapsa de la Mada'/><author><name>WhisperedHowls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09103275911671046994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/SqyBvr7BlDI/AAAAAAAAABI/-kt6jOgVmz0/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168126592766684223.post-7928315227658964846</id><published>2010-03-04T14:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T14:56:08.347-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Franturi de ganduri II ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And as we fight...&lt;br /&gt;I realize it's endless...We look at each other with fire in the eyes and spitting out words we've never spoken before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Apar exact atunci cand nu vrei sa ma vezi. Si stiu ca, desi,  intr-un fel ti-ai dori sa dispar si sa nu mai sti nimic de mine, esti constient de faptul ca haosul ar depasi orice limita fara discutiile interminabile pe care le avem la ore tarzi in camera ta micuta si neaersisita. Constient... Hilar cuvant nu?...&lt;br /&gt;Dar, cu toate astea, esti liber sa alegi, bineinteles. Doar cere-mi sa plec si nu o sa ma mai intorc. Si ca de obicei incerci sa te indepartezi de mine si nu ma poti privi in ochi... Si iti aprinzi a nu stiu cata tigara pe care o lasi sa arda in scrumiera, privind in gol si aruncand cuvinte in care nici tu nu crezi.&lt;br /&gt;Te sperie faptul ca eu te cunosc mai bine decat te cunosti tu. Dar indiferent daca alegi sa faci ceva bun sau ceva rau sau daca alegi sa iti pese sau nu, nu uita ca sunt cu ochii pe tine. Si data viitoare iti va fi, ca si acum, teama sa iti intorci privirea spre mine.&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/9168126592766684223-7928315227658964846?l=whisperedhowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/feeds/7928315227658964846/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9168126592766684223&amp;postID=7928315227658964846' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/7928315227658964846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/7928315227658964846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/2010/03/franturi-de-ganduri-ii.html' title='Franturi de ganduri II ...'/><author><name>WhisperedHowls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09103275911671046994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/SqyBvr7BlDI/AAAAAAAAABI/-kt6jOgVmz0/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168126592766684223.post-8959148027771965600</id><published>2010-01-30T10:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T11:07:14.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Egocentrism</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;EGOCENTRÍSM s.n. (Livr.) Atitudine a celui care priveşte totul prin prisma intereselor și a sentimentelor personale, tendință de a face din sine "centrul universului"; egotism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Presupun ca este una dintre problemele destul de "la moda" dezbatute in ultima vreme. Toti am intalnit persoane care considera ca lor li se cuvine totul, care nu fac decat ce au chef si cand au chef, care par mult prea egoiste pentru a tine cont de parerea celorlalti. Sau poate chiar am avut momente cand am simtit ca parerea noastra e mai presus de orice, ca nu vrem sa luam parte la un anumit lucru pentru ca nu ne satisface pe moment interesele personale...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Consider ca egocentrismul e generat de gandirea impulsiva, nerationala si poate, intr-un fel, de instinctul animalic. Egocentrismul din adolescenta este, probabil, doar o faza a pubertatii, pe cand egocentrismul manifestat sau care persista la varste mai avansate este deja o boala psihica destul de greu de tratat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Privind din alt punct de vedere, egocentrismul poate avea, ca aproape orice altceva, de altfel, parti bune si parti rele. Logic ca partile bune sunt cele legate de atingerea scopurilor personale cu orice pret, chiar daca esti lipsit de scrupule, macar obti ce vrei, aici s-ar incadra probabil si imaginea buna pe care ti-o formezi despre tine insuti, parerea buna despre tine care poate duce la narcisism si in final mania controlului. Consideri ca totul depinde de tine si de bunavointa ta, ca tu controlezi totul. Cum deja am intrat si in subiectul "parti rele" sa zicem ca, mai presus de toate aici se poate incadra respectul celor apropiati pe care il vei pierde. Pentru ca peste tot se vrea egalitate. Atata timp cat ti-au fost acceptate defectele si cele ale celorlalti se vor acceptate de tine. Si cum tocmai egalitatea e contrazisa de egocentrism nu se poate ajunge aici. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Nimic din ce ati citit (mai putin definitia) nu este dovedit sau oficial... Este doar parerea unui om pasionat de ceea ce ascunde mintea umana. Thanks for reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168126592766684223-8959148027771965600?l=whisperedhowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/feeds/8959148027771965600/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9168126592766684223&amp;postID=8959148027771965600' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/8959148027771965600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/8959148027771965600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/2010/01/egocentrism.html' title='Egocentrism'/><author><name>WhisperedHowls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09103275911671046994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/SqyBvr7BlDI/AAAAAAAAABI/-kt6jOgVmz0/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168126592766684223.post-3106323775839014163</id><published>2010-01-25T09:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T09:39:20.014-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tender surrender</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Acel ceva special ce iti elibereaza mintea.&lt;br /&gt;   Zambetul neslefuit, natural si totodata bland si prietenos care te inconjoara cu caldura ce iti hraneste egoul.&lt;br /&gt;    Frumusetea privita intr-un mod dragut si copilaresc. Totul luat ca atare fara sa insemne mai mult decat e de fapt si fara sa ceara nimic in schimb.  &lt;br /&gt;   Si daca e pur si simplu normal... egal... si exact cum ar trebui sa fie? Nu esti tu cel ce ar trebui sa decida? Ar trebui sa urmezi modelul standard sau poti juca dupa propriile reguli?&lt;br /&gt;   Acceptarea situatiei ce vine de la sine... The tender surrender...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168126592766684223-3106323775839014163?l=whisperedhowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/feeds/3106323775839014163/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9168126592766684223&amp;postID=3106323775839014163' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/3106323775839014163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/3106323775839014163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/2010/01/tender-surrender.html' title='Tender surrender'/><author><name>WhisperedHowls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09103275911671046994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/SqyBvr7BlDI/AAAAAAAAABI/-kt6jOgVmz0/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168126592766684223.post-4646074627086507688</id><published>2009-12-31T08:37:00.048-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T16:46:36.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rateuri si chesti random zise in timpul somnului</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* Mai uşor cu frigu! zZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Lasaţi-mi aligatorul în pace că îl speriaţi! zZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Puteţi să luaţi voi patu' că mie oricum nu-mi place! zZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Şi eu te iubesc dar "dormu" e mai important! (yeah, I know, it doesn't make sens...) zZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ţine-mi, te rog, căţaua! (cafeaua) - Ioana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Nu e gras, se preface. - Ioana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ce-i cu ceaţa asta în casă? - Vali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Te-ai căcat şi nu te-ai şters! - Plates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* A da cu balta în bâltă. - Ioana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Crăpa-i-ar capu' pietrei! - my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Se linge mâţu în coadă. - my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Dacă ignori urechile e o oaie fără urechi. - Liviu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Crăpăneaza geamul! - Ina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Braftă! (bravo + baftă) - Edi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* E plin de zombie la mine în casă. - Plates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Orice e mai important decât sănătatea. - Luci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Nu îmi mai suport picioarele. - Iza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Trenul trece peste... Vasilache! - Mira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Este primul an în care raportul dintre picaţi şi căzuţi este supraunitar. - Mohanu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Să-ţi văd faţa din fantomă. - Vali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Mă duc să-mi fac apă. (baie) - Luci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ţigările dependeaza... - Mădă&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Bine că te-ai întors, credeam că m-ai abandonat aici pe insula asta pustie... zZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Eu ţi-am zis să ne combinăm dar tu nu m-ai crezut. - Ion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Îţi pun un pahar de urs? (suc) - Ina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Exact cat e salata... (salteaua) - my dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Eu Hristos! Tu tractor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* That's because I just came... - Kitty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ce să sune pizza? - Ilinca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Dăţi-o în cap... (şapca) - Ceaşcă&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* S-a ales dracu... (praful) - Iza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Televizorul... televizorul... Brutalizează-l! zZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Dă mai încet că mă doare! - Vali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* V: -Dacă Ceaşcă mănâncă un căcat nu trebuie să mănânc şi eu.&lt;br /&gt;-Păi tu poţi să mănânci mai mult! - Plates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ce-i cu muzica asta de înmormântare de unicorni? - Luci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Îți dau o conservă (compresă) cu aer (apă) rece? - Ina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Meivi Mucăr (Movie Maker) - Vali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Castraveții lucrează cu ungurii. - Vali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Chilastic (elastic de chiloti)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* ...Şi tata se căca pe mine de râs! - Mădă&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Frişca o fac eu cu feonul (mixerul) - Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Nu mă bruscaliza! (Brutaliza + Brusca) - Ina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* L-a închis în casă pe dinafară - Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Îmi fac un ceai de fructe de legume. (fructe de pădure) - Ina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ciuperci hacinogene - Ina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* ... suck a duck! (dick + cock) - Vali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Mă duc să-mi iau tren. - Luci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Îmi bag mâna în venă. - Luci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Mă doare mâna ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Sunt ambidextru, ascult cu ambele. - Bulbi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Vulpu' şi lupea - Vali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ţi-ai făcut-o cu mâna mea. Vali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Să te amuze dracu că-i amuzant! - Luci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Iarna-i verde... (iarba) - Vali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Au fost doar în pat... şi eram şi eu acolo. - Plates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ce face maimuţa face şi omul. - Plates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Eu aud! - Plates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* L'anglais francais (La langue francais) trad: Engleza franceză (limba franceză) - Matei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Am aflat săptămâna viitoare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Zgârciţi... zZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Dă-mi şi mie o pungă cu mânecă lungă. (bluză)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Mai sunt şi alţi laci vulcanici? (alte lacuri vulcanice) - Prof. Geogra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Adu-mi aminte să-ţi motivez absenţu'! (absenţa) - Prof. Religie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Atunci când m-am luptat cu molima! (molia) - Luci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Regina împământată (înspăimântată) - Bogo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Mă chemi şi pe tine? - Andi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Facea multe escalade (escapade) - Loren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ia come here în prima bancă! - Awkward engl teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Eu eram parbrizul şi tu ştergătorul. - Simion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* A baut şampon. (şampanie) - Alexa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* Poate am greşit din greşeala. - Babă dubioasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* Imbracă-te ca mi-e frig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* Am avut popă de as (atu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* Mărunştel (mărar + pătrunjel) - Andi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* Rememorează retrospectiv - Pr. Rom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* Uită-te în ochii tăi! (cărţile tale) - Ben&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* Inimă de romb. - Ina (Din categora de bâlbe din timpul Whistului)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* Polu' Surd (Sud) - Topor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* Pisaci (pisici) - Topor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* Sarbatormim (Sarbatorim) - Luci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voi reveni cu alte tampenii fara sens...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168126592766684223-4646074627086507688?l=whisperedhowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/feeds/4646074627086507688/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9168126592766684223&amp;postID=4646074627086507688' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/4646074627086507688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/4646074627086507688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/2009/12/chesti-random-pe-care-le-am-zis-in-timp.html' title='Rateuri si chesti random zise in timpul somnului'/><author><name>WhisperedHowls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09103275911671046994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/SqyBvr7BlDI/AAAAAAAAABI/-kt6jOgVmz0/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168126592766684223.post-809905287842113804</id><published>2009-12-10T10:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T11:06:05.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales from Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well... Acum vorbind despre locul complementar Paradisului, pot spune ca nu cred ca este chiar atat de tragic pe cat se spune... Actually nu cred ca a reusit cineva sa isi arunce o privire pe-acolo pentru a spune cum e, deci avem toti dreptul la o parere.&lt;br /&gt;  Pai sa presupunem ca demonii sunt niste tipi pletosi care arata supranatural de bine, Incubus fiind probabil cel mai bun dintre toti. Cum probabil si Succubus ar fi cea mai buna tarfa din intreg iadul. And you'll see gang bangs or lesbians having sex...&lt;br /&gt;  Now let's say thet everybody in there smokes weed... Si nu se termina niciodata! Ca si bautura de altfel... Din care poti alege ce vrei si cat vrei.&lt;br /&gt;  Si bineinteles... The Sounds from Hell... Muzica Rock pentru toate gusturile (celor care asculta muzica buna)  care duduie in fiecare coltisor al iadului.&lt;br /&gt;  Ce cazane cu smoala? Ce flacari? Ce pedepse? Ce chin etern?&lt;br /&gt;  Asta mi se pare o descriere mult mai buna a iadului.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168126592766684223-809905287842113804?l=whisperedhowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/feeds/809905287842113804/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9168126592766684223&amp;postID=809905287842113804' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/809905287842113804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/809905287842113804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/2009/12/tales-from-hell.html' title='Tales from Hell'/><author><name>WhisperedHowls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09103275911671046994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/SqyBvr7BlDI/AAAAAAAAABI/-kt6jOgVmz0/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168126592766684223.post-7882113091464767787</id><published>2009-12-10T10:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T12:30:28.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day in Paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Acest post are o oarecare legatura cu ultimul cantec compus de mine si anume "Trip in the Land of God".&lt;br /&gt;   Despre locul in care nimic nu are logica si totul se intampla asa cum vrei tu, unde totul depinde de cat de bogata este imaginatia ta, locul care sfideaza orice lege de orice fel.&lt;br /&gt;   Well... Ideea este ca totul poate fi asa cum iti doresti sau cum iti imaginezi tu ca este. Daca iti imaginezi un acel ceva bun, asa va fi. Daca ti-l imaginezi plictisitor asa va fi. Daca ti-l imaginezi roz, asa va fi. Totul depinde de tine. Cel putin din punctul meu de vedere Paradisul este acel loc inventat de tine unde totul este perfect. Si poti fi acolo oricand doresti din moment ce totul este creeat de tine. Si nu, nu sunt satanista... Sunt doar mai open mind si prefer sa cred ca unele lucruri sunt asa cum vreau eu sa fie...&lt;br /&gt;  Thanks for reading!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168126592766684223-7882113091464767787?l=whisperedhowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/feeds/7882113091464767787/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9168126592766684223&amp;postID=7882113091464767787' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/7882113091464767787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/7882113091464767787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-day-in-paradise.html' title='Another day in Paradise'/><author><name>WhisperedHowls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09103275911671046994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/SqyBvr7BlDI/AAAAAAAAABI/-kt6jOgVmz0/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168126592766684223.post-2470002120281932108</id><published>2009-10-19T18:36:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T19:40:58.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Intuneric frig si ceata...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Te-ai obisnuit cu intunericul constant, uneori chiar tresari la rasaritul soarelui. Dar acum parca e cu totul altceva. Intunericul e mult mai amplu si apasator. Singurul lucru care nu il lasa inca sa acapareze tot este o ultima candela care arde plapand cu o flacara micuta. Dar esti constient de faptul ca vantul va diminua orice sansa de a o mentine aprinsa. Si iti dai seama ca nu ai vedea mare lucru nici daca ar emana o lumina divina in locul candelei micute. Deoarece ceata din jurul tau parca iti zambeste blajin si tot o data dezgustator amenintand teritoriul momentan stapanit de tine dar invadat si aproape pierdut.&lt;br /&gt;    Chiar si asa frigul e prea puternic si nu te lasa sa rationezi. Aburii pe care ii scoti se contopesc cu ceata din ce in ce mai densa.&lt;br /&gt;    Si tu... Esti pierdut... Undeva departe de ceata si frig... Departe de gandurile tale... Departe de tine.&lt;br /&gt;    Frigul te doboara incet ca un copil malefic care te tortureaza fizic pastrandu-si zambetul inocent. Iti sfarteca tot corpul si iti sfarama toate oasele. Si inima ta epuizata ce bate din ce in ce mai incet este singurul loc in care se mai gaseste putina caldura... Candela s-a stins de mult. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168126592766684223-2470002120281932108?l=whisperedhowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/feeds/2470002120281932108/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9168126592766684223&amp;postID=2470002120281932108' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/2470002120281932108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/2470002120281932108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/2009/10/intuneric-frig-si-ceata.html' title='Intuneric frig si ceata...'/><author><name>WhisperedHowls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09103275911671046994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/SqyBvr7BlDI/AAAAAAAAABI/-kt6jOgVmz0/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168126592766684223.post-5700674113232891789</id><published>2009-10-04T07:54:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T05:13:04.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>De ce sa fugi?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;entru ca poti... Pentru ca o vezi ca pe o optiune mai buna...Pentru ca n-ai de ce sa te supui la ceva neplacut si poate pentru ca ti-e frica de reactiile tale si ale lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat vei continua asa?&lt;br /&gt;Nu sti... In mare parte nu depinde de tine. Sau depinde pana intr-un anumit punct. Atat cat tine de incapatanarea ta. Atata timp cat si tie iti convine si lor... De ce ai alege calea mai grea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De unde atata incapatanare si orgoliu?&lt;br /&gt;Probabil din lipsa de altceva. Asta e tot ce a mai ramas intre voi. Dezgustul reciproc si nepasrea de proportii uriase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unde veti ajunge cu asta?&lt;br /&gt;Nici macar nu iti pasa... Nu vrei sa sti... Nu vrei sa sti nimic de ei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i hoped that since we're here anyway&lt;br /&gt;We could end up saying&lt;br /&gt;Things we've always needed to say&lt;br /&gt;So we could end up stringing&lt;br /&gt;Now the story's played out like this&lt;br /&gt;Just like a paperback novel&lt;br /&gt;Lets rewrite an ending that fits&lt;br /&gt;Instead of a hollywood horror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin's wrong just as long as you know that someday I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, somehow I'm gonna make it allright but not right now&lt;br /&gt;I know you're wondering when...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168126592766684223-5700674113232891789?l=whisperedhowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/feeds/5700674113232891789/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9168126592766684223&amp;postID=5700674113232891789' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/5700674113232891789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/5700674113232891789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/2009/10/de-ce-sa-fugi.html' title='De ce sa fugi?'/><author><name>WhisperedHowls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09103275911671046994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/SqyBvr7BlDI/AAAAAAAAABI/-kt6jOgVmz0/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168126592766684223.post-2475764156031813885</id><published>2009-10-01T03:09:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T05:11:53.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeless beaver si Ice age 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;...And I actualy earned money from this stupid shit:))&lt;br /&gt;Well... it was a day when I needed some money and I told my dad I'm going to see a movie. And he asked me what's the name of the movie... And I told him the first two words that came in my mind: Homeless beaver! :))&lt;br /&gt;And he gave me the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sau!&lt;br /&gt;Intr-o discutie despre ce film am putea vedea in acea seara:&lt;br /&gt;V: Nu! Nu! Hai mai bine sa vedem Ice age 4!&lt;br /&gt;S: Da' Ice age 5 nu vrei sa vezi?&lt;br /&gt;P: Da! Ce naiba, toata lumea a vazut Ice age 4.&lt;br /&gt;S: Deja e vechi, mai bine vedem si noi Ice age 5!&lt;br /&gt;P: Dar tu ai vazut Ice age 4?&lt;br /&gt;V: Da!  Il am in calculator!&lt;br /&gt;:))=))&lt;br /&gt;S: Dude, de-abia a aparut Ice age 3;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In concluzie daca nu ati vazut Homeless beaver si Ice age 5 nu v-ati trait viata! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168126592766684223-2475764156031813885?l=whisperedhowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/feeds/2475764156031813885/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9168126592766684223&amp;postID=2475764156031813885' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/2475764156031813885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/2475764156031813885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/2009/10/homeless-beaver-si-ice-age-5.html' title='Homeless beaver si Ice age 5'/><author><name>WhisperedHowls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09103275911671046994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/SqyBvr7BlDI/AAAAAAAAABI/-kt6jOgVmz0/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168126592766684223.post-5045640072297348376</id><published>2009-09-29T14:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T18:16:43.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Undeva intre ciocan si nicovala...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uneori e greu sa pastrezi un secret dar poate deveni chiar mai greu sa il impartasesti cu alti. Mai ales cu cei despre care sti sigur ca ar avea de suferit din cauza asta. Ce poti sa faci? Sa minti un prieten cu zambetul pe buze doar de dragul celuilalt, sau  sa il vezi cum isi face rau singur , sa te lasi induplecat de asta si sa ii spui ce ai de spus, pierzand in acelasi timp increderea si respectul celuilalt? Probabil la un moment dat ajungi sa taci ca sa nu superi pe nimeni. Si chiar si asa tot cazi la mijloc.&lt;br /&gt;  Cand secretul se afla indiferent de la cine, in cazul de fata chiar de la persoana in cauza, tot tu esti cel vinovat. Nici macar cel care a gresit nu e putin tras la raspundere. NU! Tu esti de vina. Pentru ca iti pasa de amandoi si nu vrei sa il dezamagesti pe nici unul din ei. Mai pe scurt pentru ca taci. Ceea ce nu e deloc corect. De ce niciodata nu dam vina pe cel cu adevarat vinovat ci pe cel care a ascuns faptul in sine?  &lt;br /&gt;  Astept comentarii la acest post si daca aveti vreo parere, vreo solutie mi-ar placea sa o stiu. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168126592766684223-5045640072297348376?l=whisperedhowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/feeds/5045640072297348376/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9168126592766684223&amp;postID=5045640072297348376' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/5045640072297348376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/5045640072297348376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/2009/09/undeva-intre-ciocan-si-nicovala.html' title='Undeva intre ciocan si nicovala...'/><author><name>WhisperedHowls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09103275911671046994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/SqyBvr7BlDI/AAAAAAAAABI/-kt6jOgVmz0/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168126592766684223.post-3097802951833643308</id><published>2009-09-27T08:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T18:17:01.932-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you friend or foe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fara nici un motiv. Fara sa ai vreo vina. Doar pentru ca anumite persoane care sunt in crize adolescentine, care sufera de nepasare absoluta si nesimtire de proportii uriase, considera ca domina si ca ceilalti depind de bunavointa lor, te obliga sa asisti la manifestarea prostiei acestora.&lt;br /&gt;  Nu te inteleg. Ce ai de castigat din asta? Si cum ramane cu "Tine-ti prietenii aproape" ? stiu ca nu iti pasa de altcineva inafara de propria persoana, dar chiar ma intreb cum te vei simti atunci cand o sa ai nevoie de un sfat, de o tigara sau doar de cineva cu care sa iti pierzi timpul si vei primi cate un sut de la fiecare.&lt;br /&gt;  Dar un lucru stiu sigur. Toti vom savura momentul din plin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to love one another&lt;br /&gt;Give to each other&lt;br /&gt;Lie undercover so&lt;br /&gt;Are you friend or foe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168126592766684223-3097802951833643308?l=whisperedhowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/feeds/3097802951833643308/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9168126592766684223&amp;postID=3097802951833643308' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/3097802951833643308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/3097802951833643308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/2009/09/are-you-friend-or-foe.html' title='Are you friend or foe?'/><author><name>WhisperedHowls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09103275911671046994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/SqyBvr7BlDI/AAAAAAAAABI/-kt6jOgVmz0/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168126592766684223.post-2774413761638900578</id><published>2009-09-14T15:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T19:42:39.464-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All that glitters is gold</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;De multe ori ne complicam existenta aiurea din cauza mandriei excesive si a stimei de sine nemeritata. Ne pierdem in detalii si nu mai vedem esentialul. Ne pasa prea mult de parerea celor din jur si asta nu pentru ca tinem la ei atat de mult incat vrem sa le aratam ceea ce isi doresc sa vada, ci doar pentru a ne hrani cu complimentele si admiratia lor.&lt;br /&gt;  Ei te plac pentru ce pretinzi ca esti. Tu ii minti pe ei, te minti pe tine. Nu esti nimic din ce pari si faptul ca te multumesti cu iluzia a ceea ce crezi ca esti te face slab si usor de manipulat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168126592766684223-2774413761638900578?l=whisperedhowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/feeds/2774413761638900578/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9168126592766684223&amp;postID=2774413761638900578' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/2774413761638900578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/2774413761638900578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-that-glitters-is-gold.html' title='All that glitters is gold'/><author><name>WhisperedHowls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09103275911671046994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/SqyBvr7BlDI/AAAAAAAAABI/-kt6jOgVmz0/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168126592766684223.post-3980787124344904091</id><published>2009-09-13T11:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T19:43:04.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Franturi de ganduri...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ma afund in patura murdara a trecutului meu din care cu greu mai pot iesi.&lt;br /&gt;  Ma intreb cum am ajuns din nou aici impreuna, impartind acelasi zambet ipocrit de zilele trecute... Ne complacem in situatie... Nu exista un scop anume pt care facem asta. Ignoranta si comoditatea ne-au adus aici.&lt;br /&gt;  Fumul ce iese din tigara uitata in scrumiera umple incaperea si-asa prea mica si neaerisita si face aerul greu de respirat. Scrumul cade la intamplare pe jos.&lt;br /&gt;  Iar tu nu mai semeni foarte mult cu ce erai. Te misti haotic prin camera. Degeaba te intorci cu spatele la mine. Intr-un colt de oglinda prafuita iti vad chipul frustrat.&lt;br /&gt;  Nu-mi raspunzi dar te mai intorci din cand in cand cu fata la mine cand imi auzi vocea si cazi iar pe ganduri.&lt;br /&gt; Apoi te vad zambind... Si nu este acel zambet ipocrit. Incerc sa fug... Dar e prea tarziu! Deja ti-ai dat seama ca eu sunt constiinta ta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168126592766684223-3980787124344904091?l=whisperedhowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/feeds/3980787124344904091/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9168126592766684223&amp;postID=3980787124344904091' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/3980787124344904091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/3980787124344904091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/2009/09/franturi-de-ganduri.html' title='Franturi de ganduri...'/><author><name>WhisperedHowls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09103275911671046994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/SqyBvr7BlDI/AAAAAAAAABI/-kt6jOgVmz0/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168126592766684223.post-6735675174814138390</id><published>2009-09-13T00:31:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T12:53:35.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Noaptea...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/Sqx5lAamJuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/3liIyBCoLZo/s1600-h/cluj+noaptea+manastur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/Sqx5lAamJuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/3liIyBCoLZo/s320/cluj+noaptea+manastur.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380809331474573026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pe timpul noptii nimic nu are sens. Cuvintele spuse nu au nici o relevanta. Noaptea traiesti clipa fara sa te gandesti la consecinte. Ceea ce se intampla nu se intampla dintr-un anumit motiv sau cu un anumit scop ci pur si simplu. Nimic nu conteaza, totul se invarte in jurul tau si dupa bunul tau plac.  &lt;br /&gt;  Dar apoi vine dimineata cand totul incepe sa conteze, consecintele ies la iveala si incepi sa iti faci regrete.&lt;br /&gt;  Desi era noapte si atmosfera nu necesita nici cel mai mic efort de stapanire de sine cuvintele tale fara sens m-au marcat si inca le aud tare si clar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desi imi atingeau egoul , nu isi gaseau rostul in conversatia noastra... daca o pot numi conversatie. Faptul ca nu isi gaseau rostul nu este cea mai mare problema. Inca ma intreb de ce ai ales sa spui aceste cuvinte cand puteai spune orice altceva... ceva neutru... ceva ce n-ar conta mai tarziu. De ce ceva placut se transforma in ceva dureros ce iti macina gandurile din cauza nesigurantei si a neincrederii?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168126592766684223-6735675174814138390?l=whisperedhowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/feeds/6735675174814138390/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9168126592766684223&amp;postID=6735675174814138390' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/6735675174814138390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/6735675174814138390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/2009/09/noaptea.html' title='Noaptea...'/><author><name>WhisperedHowls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09103275911671046994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/SqyBvr7BlDI/AAAAAAAAABI/-kt6jOgVmz0/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/Sqx5lAamJuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/3liIyBCoLZo/s72-c/cluj+noaptea+manastur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168126592766684223.post-5577267798106531386</id><published>2009-09-12T23:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T19:43:23.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The prisoner of your dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se intampla cateodata sa realizezi ca nu ai alte optiuni decat sa te resemnezi. Iti dai seama ca te afli in acel loc in care visele devin tot mai tulburatoare si propriile ganduri te sperie mai tare decat orice altceva.&lt;br /&gt;  Dupa ce ai pierdut o noapte intreaga cu ochii pe tavan stand singur in intuneric incercand sa iti pui in ordine gandurie si totusi nici un rezultat devi si mai confuz. Te sperie faptul ca nu sti nici tu ce vrei, ca nu te mai cunosti pe tine si mai mult faputl ca te ascunzi de tine insuti. Nu poti recunoaste faptul ca ai gresit nici macar fata de tine. &lt;br /&gt;  Si desi incerci sa repari totul sti sigur ca nu va mai fi ca inainte. O data ce ai rupt ceva cusatura va ramane la iveala pentru totdeauna.&lt;br /&gt;  Si atunci te intrebi cum iesi din situatia asta. Iti doresti doar sa scapi de gandurile tale si de propria constiinta. Iti doresti ori sa se rezolve tot, ori sa uiti, ori sa devi imun si napasator. De cele mai multe ori timpul te ajuta sa iei decizii mai bune, ori sa uiti, ori sa devi nepasator. Vina care te apasa devine ceva uzual, ceva ce face parte din tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9168126592766684223-5577267798106531386?l=whisperedhowls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/feeds/5577267798106531386/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9168126592766684223&amp;postID=5577267798106531386' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/5577267798106531386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9168126592766684223/posts/default/5577267798106531386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whisperedhowls.blogspot.com/2009/09/prisonier-of-your-dream.html' title='The prisoner of your dream'/><author><name>WhisperedHowls</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09103275911671046994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q6b9MOrWb-8/SqyBvr7BlDI/AAAAAAAAABI/-kt6jOgVmz0/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
