<?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-1571959294297863991</id><updated>2011-08-22T13:58:59.103+03:00</updated><category term='Creamfields 2008'/><category term='Robbie Rivera'/><category term='Seb Fontaine'/><category term='Brian Cross'/><category term='Romania'/><category term='oameni'/><category term='fericire'/><category term='test psihologic'/><category term='martzi 13'/><category term='calatorie'/><category term='Paul Tall'/><category term='minimal'/><category term='adevar today nebunie'/><category term='alegeri electorale'/><category term='extensii'/><category term='cocalari'/><category term='in cautarea fericirii'/><category term='intrebari'/><category term='albine'/><category term='cumarfi'/><category term='anti-struti'/><category term='copii'/><category term='Marco V'/><category term='rock&apos;n&apos;roll'/><category term='happyfish'/><category term='femei'/><category term='generatia 3 minute'/><category term='emo'/><category term='blog jurnal nefericire'/><category term='trenul vietii'/><category term='joculet'/><category term='par'/><category term='bani'/><category term='Octavian Goga'/><category term='salon coafura'/><category term='paranormal'/><category term='anti-minimal'/><category term='David Guetta'/><category term='pitzipoance'/><category term='John Frusciante'/><category term='Christopher Lawrence'/><title type='text'>Totul in viata este limitat . Nu si prostia.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ana Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918092643059315200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sb0qGAEc5PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YMoZjQzR9gU/S220/HPIM0923edit.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571959294297863991.post-5806374521327359171</id><published>2010-03-16T00:37:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T00:54:07.844+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oameni'/><title type='text'>Ma intorc aici. Pentru ca oamenii inca exista.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/S566WhjGHKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yqHV2xkco6o/s1600-h/072978f96d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/S566WhjGHKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yqHV2xkco6o/s320/072978f96d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448997495290338466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oameni, oameni si iar oameni.&lt;br /&gt;Oameni buni, oameni rai, astea sa fie categoriile in care sa-i impartim?&lt;br /&gt;Nu cred. &lt;br /&gt;Dar cum?&lt;br /&gt;Oameni care promit si oameni care accepta.&lt;br /&gt;Oameni care vad si oameni care nu asculta.&lt;br /&gt;Oameni satui si oameni neinteresati?&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca promisiunile sunt facute pentru a fi incalcate?&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca promisiunile neindeplinite dor? &lt;br /&gt;Sau e vina mea ca am incredere in oameni, cuvinte si promisiuni care sunt rostite in graba? &lt;br /&gt;Si poate ca de cele mai multe ori nici macar nu ne dam seama cand facem o promisiune.&lt;br /&gt;Sau cand ne dam cuvantul. Cred ca nu sunt similari acesti termeni promisiune/ cuvant.&lt;br /&gt;Sau poate nici eu nu imi dau seama cata incredere are un om in mine. Neconditionat.&lt;br /&gt;Deci ranim fara sa ne dam seama.&lt;br /&gt;Oare ?&lt;br /&gt;Sau nu mai avem timp sa ne uitam in jur?&lt;br /&gt;Nici sa ascultam. Sau sa ne facem auziti. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si continui sa urasc oamenii cu o iubire neconditionata. &lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca in fond, inclusiv eu, reusesc sa fac lucruri greu de explicat.&lt;br /&gt;Sa rostesc cuvinte greu de ascultat.&lt;br /&gt;Sa am ganduri greu de inchipuit. &lt;br /&gt;Oare reusesti sa te intelegi pe tine insati privind la altii?&lt;br /&gt;Sau sa te auzi pe tine ascultand in alte parti?&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu...&lt;br /&gt;Totusi raman intrebari grele, care ma chinuie din ce in ce mai des - Da, chiar pe mine, Ana cea vesela si distractiva. &lt;br /&gt;OAMENI IN CE FEL ?&lt;br /&gt;DE CARE OAMENI ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiurea..revin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1571959294297863991-5806374521327359171?l=urbanp1nk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/feeds/5806374521327359171/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1571959294297863991&amp;postID=5806374521327359171' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/5806374521327359171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/5806374521327359171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/2010/03/ma-intorc-aici-pentru-ca-oamenii-inca.html' title='Ma intorc aici. Pentru ca oamenii inca exista.'/><author><name>Ana Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918092643059315200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sb0qGAEc5PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YMoZjQzR9gU/S220/HPIM0923edit.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/S566WhjGHKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yqHV2xkco6o/s72-c/072978f96d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571959294297863991.post-4320345169701073224</id><published>2009-05-26T23:55:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T23:58:16.108+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Inca Unul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/ShxX349S5mI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MpGalhRI43g/s1600-h/sb10069986c-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/ShxX349S5mI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MpGalhRI43g/s320/sb10069986c-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340239875848463970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu...Inca un articol siropos, cum va obisnuisem. De vara asa. Scris de &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;J.L.Borges&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(cine n-a auzit, google it) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dupa un anumit timp,omul invata sa perceapa diferenta subtila intre a sustine o mana si a inlantui un suflet si invata ca amorul nu inseamna a te culca cu cineva si ca a avea pe cineva alaturi nu e sinonim cu starea de siguranta si asa, omul incepe sa invete…ca saruturile nu sunt contracte si cadourile nu sunt promisiuni si asa omul incepe sa-si accepte caderile cu capul sus si ochii larg deschisi si invata sa-si construiasca toate drumurile bazate in astazi si acum,pentru ca terenul lui ‘ maine ‘este prea nesigur pentru a face planuri …si viitorul are mai mereu o multime de variante care se opresc insa la jumatatea drumului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si dupa un timp, omul invata ca daca e prea mult,pana si caldura cea datatoare de viata a soarelui, arde si calcineaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa ca incepe sa-si planteze propria gradina si-si impodobeste propriul suflet,in loc sa mai astepte ca altcineva sa-I aduca flori, si invata ca intradevar poate suporta, ca intradevar are forta,ca intradevar e valoros, si omul invata si invata … si cu fiecare zi invata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu timpul inveti ca a sta alaturi decineva pentru ca iti ofera un viitor bun, inseamna ca mai devreme sau mai tarziu vei vrea sa te intorci la trecut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu timpul intelegi ca doar cel care e capabil sa te iubeasca cu defectele tale,fara a pretinde sa te schimbe,iti poate aduce toata fericirea pe care ti-o doresti. Iti dai seama cu timpul ca daca esti alaturi de aceasta persoana doar pentru a-ti intovarasi singuratatea, in mod inexorabil vei ajunge sa nu mai vrei sa o vezi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajungi cu timpul sa intelegi ca adevaratii prieteni sunt numarati si ca cel care nu lupta pentru ei, mai devreme sau mai tarziu se va vedea inconjurat doar de false prietenii. Cu timpul inveti ca vorbele spuse intr-un moment de manie, pot continua tot restul vietii sa faca rau celui ranit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu timpul inveti ca a scuza e ceva ce poate face oricine, dar ca a ierta, asta doar sufletele cu adevarat mari o pot face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu timpul intelegi ca daca ai ranit grav un prieten,e foarte probabil ca niciodata prietenia lui nu va mai fi la aceeasi intensitate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu timpul iti dai seama ca desi poti fi fericit cu prietenii tai, intr-o buna zi vei plange dupa cei pe care i-ai lasat sa plece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu timpul iti dai seama ca fiecare experienta traita alaturi de fiecare fiinta, nu se va mai repeta niciodata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu timpul iti dai seama ca cel care umileste sau dispretuieste o fiinta umana,mai devreme sau mai tarziu va suferi aceleasi umilinte si dispret, dar multiplicate, ridicate la patrat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu timpul inveti ca grabind sau fortand lucrurile sa se petreaca, asta va determina ca in final, ele nu vor mai fi asa cum sperai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu timpul iti dai seama ca in realitate, cel mai bine nu era viitorul, ci momentul pe care-l traiai exact in acel moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu timpul vei vedea ca desi te simti fericit cu cei care-ti sunt imprejur,iti vor lipsi teribil cei care mai ieri erau cu tinesi acum s-au dus si nu mai sunt…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu timpul vei invata ca incercand sa ierti sau saceri iertare, sa spui ca iubesti, sa spui ca ti-e dor,sa spui ca ai nevoie, sa spui ca vrei sa fii prieten,dinaintea unui mormant, nu mai are nici un sens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar din pacate,toate se invata doar cu timpul…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1571959294297863991-4320345169701073224?l=urbanp1nk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/feeds/4320345169701073224/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1571959294297863991&amp;postID=4320345169701073224' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/4320345169701073224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/4320345169701073224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/2009/05/inca-unul.html' title='Inca Unul'/><author><name>Ana Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918092643059315200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sb0qGAEc5PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YMoZjQzR9gU/S220/HPIM0923edit.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/ShxX349S5mI/AAAAAAAAAIo/MpGalhRI43g/s72-c/sb10069986c-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571959294297863991.post-5867157520743703344</id><published>2009-05-26T23:26:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T23:32:46.671+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/ShxRayIpxAI/AAAAAAAAAIg/X2WeLudDq7E/s1600-h/tanning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/ShxRayIpxAI/AAAAAAAAAIg/X2WeLudDq7E/s320/tanning.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340232778731078658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again long time no see. :) &lt;br /&gt;27 martie ultima postare. &lt;br /&gt;A trecut si mult asteptatul 1 Mai Muncitoreeesc...ce pot sa zic, sper ca v-ati distrat. Eu una...as vrea 360 de zile pe an sa se numeasca 1 Mai.&lt;br /&gt;Sa aveti o vara foarteeeeee...incarcata.Ca cine stie cand mai intru.Va doresc (ca si mie) sa va bronzaati intens si va distrati dimineata :D Plictiseala nu prea ne caracterizeaza in ultima perioada.Aveti grija de voi ca vara e lunga, fetele sunt multe,si...e criza :)) V-am pupat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1571959294297863991-5867157520743703344?l=urbanp1nk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/feeds/5867157520743703344/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1571959294297863991&amp;postID=5867157520743703344' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/5867157520743703344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/5867157520743703344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/2009/05/again.html' title='Again'/><author><name>Ana Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918092643059315200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sb0qGAEc5PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YMoZjQzR9gU/S220/HPIM0923edit.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/ShxRayIpxAI/AAAAAAAAAIg/X2WeLudDq7E/s72-c/tanning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571959294297863991.post-7084874063086876180</id><published>2009-03-27T23:42:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T23:43:59.574+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sc1Iladdo1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/HcFKDKQE96c/s1600-h/cutzu+dulce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sc1Iladdo1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/HcFKDKQE96c/s320/cutzu+dulce.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317986542589682514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uneori, e drept, omul oboseşte aşteptând. Şi n-aţi auzit, oare, de situaţii în care, când soseşte în sfârşit ceea ce el a aşteptat, soseşte prea târziu? E, poate, o victorie pe care a dorit-o mult, dar, obţinând-o prea târziu, nu mai are ce face cu ea; o victorie care reuşeşte să-l obosească şi mai mult. Şi renunţă la ea cu o ultimă mare tristeţe, deoarece nu e simplu să porţi o bătălie şi, ajuns la capăt, să-ţi dai seama că asta a fost totul. Bătălia. A existat cândva un scop, dar de atâta aşteptare scopul a murit... Te resemnezi la nevoie cu singurătatea, dar nu vrei să te resemnezi cu desăvârşirea ei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1571959294297863991-7084874063086876180?l=urbanp1nk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/feeds/7084874063086876180/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1571959294297863991&amp;postID=7084874063086876180' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/7084874063086876180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/7084874063086876180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/2009/03/uneori-e-drept-omul-oboseste-asteptand.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918092643059315200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sb0qGAEc5PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YMoZjQzR9gU/S220/HPIM0923edit.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sc1Iladdo1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/HcFKDKQE96c/s72-c/cutzu+dulce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571959294297863991.post-1466434592019204361</id><published>2009-03-27T23:38:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T23:39:55.300+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pentru ca orice cântec are un sfârşit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sc1HpZ2bHJI/AAAAAAAAAII/cmrFE44948c/s1600-h/pink+pig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sc1HpZ2bHJI/AAAAAAAAAII/cmrFE44948c/s320/pink+pig.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317985511633788050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noi suntem ca un cântec, nu credeţi? Un cântec nu se poate cânta niciodată de la sfârşit spre început. Trebuie să-l cânţi totdeauna îndreptându-te spre sfârşit. Pe parcurs, în timp ce cânţi încă şi muzica te îmbată, îţi dai seama că sfârşitul se apropie totuşi, oricât l-ai amâna. Încerci să lungeşti puţin notele, dar asta nu dă cântecul înapoi, nu reînvie ceea ce a murit din muzică între timp. Amâni doar sfîrşitul. Te încăpăţânezi să nu recunoşti o evidenţă. Că orice cântec are un sfârşit. Oricât ar fi de frumoasă o melodie, vine o clipă când ea e acoperită de tăcere. Când tăcerea e mai puternică decât muzica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1571959294297863991-1466434592019204361?l=urbanp1nk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/feeds/1466434592019204361/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1571959294297863991&amp;postID=1466434592019204361' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/1466434592019204361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/1466434592019204361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/2009/03/pentru-ca-orice-cantec-are-un-sfarsit.html' title='Pentru ca orice cântec are un sfârşit.'/><author><name>Ana Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918092643059315200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sb0qGAEc5PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YMoZjQzR9gU/S220/HPIM0923edit.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sc1HpZ2bHJI/AAAAAAAAAII/cmrFE44948c/s72-c/pink+pig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571959294297863991.post-7784794963393050474</id><published>2009-03-27T23:33:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T23:37:28.023+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Octavian Goga'/><title type='text'>Unde</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sc1HDYGlzII/AAAAAAAAAIA/QqR_Vdj3mLA/s1600-h/83024999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sc1HDYGlzII/AAAAAAAAAIA/QqR_Vdj3mLA/s320/83024999.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317984858329697410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aşa se întâmplă logic,&lt;br /&gt;plecăm şi sosim undeva.&lt;br /&gt;Plecăm pentru o clipă, pentru un ceas, pentru o viaţă,&lt;br /&gt;poate nu trebuia să plecăm, dar problema nu-i asta,&lt;br /&gt;ci faptul că sosim undeva, totdeauna sosim undeva,&lt;br /&gt;poate nu sosim la timp, nu sosim unde trebuie,&lt;br /&gt;nu sosim unde-am vrut&lt;br /&gt;dar sosim undeva şi câtă vreme sosim undeva&lt;br /&gt;totul e logic&lt;br /&gt;chiar dacă logica şi fericirea sunt lucruri total diferite,&lt;br /&gt;totuşi am plecat şi am sosit undeva,&lt;br /&gt;am greşit drumul, dar am sosit undeva,&lt;br /&gt;dar când nu mai sosim nicăieri&lt;br /&gt;totul devine ilogic. Spre ce ne ducem&lt;br /&gt;dacă nu sosim nicăieri?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1571959294297863991-7784794963393050474?l=urbanp1nk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/feeds/7784794963393050474/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1571959294297863991&amp;postID=7784794963393050474' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/7784794963393050474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/7784794963393050474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/2009/03/unde.html' title='Unde'/><author><name>Ana Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918092643059315200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sb0qGAEc5PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YMoZjQzR9gU/S220/HPIM0923edit.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sc1HDYGlzII/AAAAAAAAAIA/QqR_Vdj3mLA/s72-c/83024999.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571959294297863991.post-7804309435754388931</id><published>2009-03-27T23:29:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T23:32:50.363+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Voi nu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sc1F-9UxavI/AAAAAAAAAH4/OaSiIZ8qiYo/s1600-h/82637796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sc1F-9UxavI/AAAAAAAAAH4/OaSiIZ8qiYo/s320/82637796.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317983682910317298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;M-am legat totdeauna de locurile în care am întârziat, de unde n-am plecat imediat ce-am venit. Din camerele în care am adormit o noapte, n-am reuşit să plec fără să-ntorc capul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1571959294297863991-7804309435754388931?l=urbanp1nk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/feeds/7804309435754388931/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1571959294297863991&amp;postID=7804309435754388931' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/7804309435754388931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/7804309435754388931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/2009/03/voi-nu.html' title='Voi nu?'/><author><name>Ana Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918092643059315200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sb0qGAEc5PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YMoZjQzR9gU/S220/HPIM0923edit.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sc1F-9UxavI/AAAAAAAAAH4/OaSiIZ8qiYo/s72-c/82637796.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571959294297863991.post-5490567990933903040</id><published>2009-03-27T23:27:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T23:28:46.560+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ca intotdeauna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sc1FBwBDhLI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Rsjj2X7Nyx4/s1600-h/Girls_are_stupid_by_Tekar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sc1FBwBDhLI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Rsjj2X7Nyx4/s320/Girls_are_stupid_by_Tekar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317982631365936306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu în puţine cazuri, femeia şi bărbatul nu ştiu să se despartă la vreme. Aşteaptă să dispară tot ce i-a apropiat şi legat, până ajung să le fie silă de ei. În loc să transforme despărţirea însăşi în ceva deosebit, de care să-şi aducă aminte cu duioşie mai târziu, târăsc un rest de dragoste ca un hoit care miroase urât.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1571959294297863991-5490567990933903040?l=urbanp1nk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/feeds/5490567990933903040/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1571959294297863991&amp;postID=5490567990933903040' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/5490567990933903040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/5490567990933903040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/2009/03/ca-intotdeauna.html' title='Ca intotdeauna'/><author><name>Ana Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918092643059315200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sb0qGAEc5PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YMoZjQzR9gU/S220/HPIM0923edit.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sc1FBwBDhLI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Rsjj2X7Nyx4/s72-c/Girls_are_stupid_by_Tekar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571959294297863991.post-4333685544871185267</id><published>2009-03-27T23:22:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T23:26:17.807+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Octavian Goga'/><title type='text'>Reguli ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sc1EP8kWEWI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WtMIB6826xI/s1600-h/surprise-thumb8042637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sc1EP8kWEWI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WtMIB6826xI/s320/surprise-thumb8042637.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317981775741718882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gandesti instinctiv: cu cat mergi mai departe, cu atat ti se va parea mai mic si mai neinsemnat ce ai lasat in urma.&lt;br /&gt;Dar regulile perspectivei nu se aplica si cand e vorba de dragoste. Poti sa fugi o mie de mile, luni, ani de zile, ajunge sa te intorci o clipa, sa lasi un singur moment garda jos si sa te lasi invinsa de amintire, ca sa-l gasesti acolo, frumos ca intotdeauna, cu ochii adanciti intr-ai tai, cu mana lui care incearca sa te retina, cu barba nerasa de cateva zile, care iti zgarie pielea, cu gura lui care iti strabate tot corpul, strabate, da, pentru ca dragostea are mijloace ciudate de transport.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1571959294297863991-4333685544871185267?l=urbanp1nk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/feeds/4333685544871185267/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1571959294297863991&amp;postID=4333685544871185267' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/4333685544871185267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/4333685544871185267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/2009/03/reguli.html' title='Reguli ?'/><author><name>Ana Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918092643059315200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sb0qGAEc5PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YMoZjQzR9gU/S220/HPIM0923edit.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sc1EP8kWEWI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WtMIB6826xI/s72-c/surprise-thumb8042637.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571959294297863991.post-4529482410012131473</id><published>2009-03-27T22:47:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T23:42:21.591+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Asa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sc1INtb4XtI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/9Air_Ck1VEM/s1600-h/Pink-Shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sc1INtb4XtI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/9Air_Ck1VEM/s320/Pink-Shoes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317986135366459090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Octavian Paler, pentru ca uneori chiar simtim nevoia de cuvintele puse in ordinea care trebuie. Pentru ca m-am saturat de sfaturi gratuite aruncate pline de ignoranţa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adevarul nu e niciodata pur si aproape niciodata simplu.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu toată lumea e capabilă să stea în mlaştină până la gât şi să surâdă. Unii nu se pot abţine să nu dea din mâini, încercând să iasă, chiar dacă astfel se scufundă cu totul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doamne, cum ne-am despărţit cu toţii. Poate că şi prietenia şi iubirea nu merită, într-adevăr, să fie trăite, dacă nu sunt veşnice. O viaţă întreagă de frumuseţe, asta ar însemna ceva, într-adevăr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Închipuiţi-vă că într-o zi ar fi venit un tren şi n-am fi mai avut putere să urcăm în el. L-am dorit prea mult, l-am aşteptat prea mult. Ne-am epuizat în aşteptare şi nu ne-a rămas nicio picătură de energie pentru a ne bucura de sosirea lucrului aşteptat. Numai că ne-am fi simţit striviţi de o mare tristeţe, amintindu-ne cât am visat trenul acela care acum pleacă fără noi. Şi ce-am fi putut face după plecarea trenului? Singura noastră şansă ar fi fost să uităm de el, să uităm de toate, să dormim, iar când ne trezeam, cu ultimile noastre puteri, să aşteptăm alt tren...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singurătatea, află de la mine, n-o umple lumea, ci o singură fiinţă. Una care te poate ridica sau nimici.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceea ce nu vedem ne vede. Ceea ce nu simţim ne simte. Ceea ce nu ne lipseşte ne aparţine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am socotit totdeauna că nu mă pot bizui decât pe promisi­unile din viaţa aceasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N-am înţeles că tot ce nu am iubit la timp, am pierdut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Într-o dragoste adevărată trebuie să fii puţin sclav pentru a fi liber, adică să nu mai vezi nimic în jur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curajul este, aş zice, o frică în care s-a pus ordine; ceea ce te ajută să te agăţi de partea de frică unde pierderile sunt mai mici.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mă domină ceea ce simt, nu ceea ce gândesc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu există viaţă mai pustie decât una care n-a iubit nimic, ştiind că într-o zi va pierde totul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cred că aş putea să înşir câteva sute de mirosuri ale ierbii, în funcţie de ceasurile zilei, de ploaie, de soare, de anotimp, de pământ, de umbră, de înălţime, de gradul de umezeală ori de uscăciune. Aş putea deosebi acum, bănuiesc, cu ochii închişi murele oloage de murele crescute în tufe, foşnetul unui fag de foşnetul unui brad. În schimb, multe din cele trăite s-au estompat, lăsând în urmă goluri, ca într-o pădure arsă pe jumătate. Această descoperire mă obligă să admit că memoria mea seamănă acum cu o oglindă spartă, care-mi restituie frânturi de viaţă.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Dragostea seamănă atât de bine cu lipsa ei încât uneori se confundă.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Împărţind timpul, omul a descoperit că el curge ireparabil. A observat că "azi" devine "ieri" şi că umbra copacilor se alungeşte spre asfinţit. În clipa aceea a devenit melancolic şi a descoperit regretul. Dar era prea târziu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Pustiul nu-l poate înţelege decât cine l-a trăit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Tot ceea ce se întâmplă se întâmplă fiindcă aşa trebuia să se întâmple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viaţa ne-a fost dată pentru a o trăi, nu pentru a o gândi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toate întrebările pe care le pun, vântul mi le aduce înapoi intacte. Va trebui să răspund, probabil, eu singur la ele, dar prin însuşi faptul că-mi pun întrebări nu mai sunt singur. E un prilej să-mi micşorez lista, să-mi declar sentimentele fără să mă ruşinez de ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cel căruia îi e indiferent dacă va trăi nu are nevoie de curaj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;În rest, port în mine, fără să ştiu, un adevărat cimitir în care se află ceea ce am uitat că am văzut, că am auzit, că am fost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iubesti pe cineva atunci cand ai ajuns sa vrei sa-i dai ceea ce ai mai bun si hotarasti sa i te dai pe tine insuti…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Îmi iubesc ţara atunci când nu mă uit la televizor şi când nu merg pe stradă.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strângând nisipul în pumn, mă gândesc câte încap într-o clipă în care nu mai vrei să spui nimic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Nu există fericire de care să-ţi aminteşti fără tristeţe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca viata e un joc, acest joc trebuie sa aiba totusi o regula pe care n-o cunoastem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Tot ceea ce pierdem, pierdem pentru totdeauna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laşitate înseamnă nu numai să eviţi sau să fugi, tot laşitate e şi dacă nu-ţi pasă.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Să nu uiţi că orice aşteptare e provizorie, chiar dacă durează toată viaţa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rămâne ca fiecare să aibă amintirile pe care le merită.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1571959294297863991-4529482410012131473?l=urbanp1nk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/feeds/4529482410012131473/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1571959294297863991&amp;postID=4529482410012131473' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/4529482410012131473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/4529482410012131473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/2009/03/asa.html' title='Asa.'/><author><name>Ana Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918092643059315200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sb0qGAEc5PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YMoZjQzR9gU/S220/HPIM0923edit.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sc1INtb4XtI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/9Air_Ck1VEM/s72-c/Pink-Shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571959294297863991.post-5702438352753190538</id><published>2009-01-16T23:04:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T23:16:15.625+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adevar today nebunie'/><title type='text'>Piercing by Valeriu Barbu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/SXD49A6_MlI/AAAAAAAAAF4/qZ2M7byzgUQ/s1600-h/80639118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/SXD49A6_MlI/AAAAAAAAAF4/qZ2M7byzgUQ/s200/80639118.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292003289263452754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; orăckăială, manelism, burice date cu sclipici, cravate&lt;br /&gt;banale, serviete care se înmulţesc prin înmugurire, batiste&lt;br /&gt;scuturături de ţeste cu sau fără plete, fese fluturând lasciv&lt;br /&gt;explozii, maşini rostogolindu-se în flăcări, pistoale, automate&lt;br /&gt;tonomate cu boli, bâte de baseball, glugi, semne tribale&lt;br /&gt;ţoale largi, zdrenţe, supraelastice, plastic, oţel, lanţuri&lt;br /&gt;din ce în ce mai groase, la 12 ani deja femei&lt;br /&gt;frumoase nasc, pasc iarbă, trag pe nas, se-nţeapă, sex&lt;br /&gt;în scris şi oral, cocktail-uri, gumă, ouă Kinder, PS2, 3…&lt;br /&gt;MPeg4, MMS, OMG, nţ, nţ, nţ, nţ… pastă cleioasă…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mă înfurii, arunc&lt;br /&gt;evul şi tv-ul pe geam… ba nu&lt;br /&gt;îl dau pe un canal cu purici şi stau aşa 2 ore&lt;br /&gt;mă uit: iată lumea&lt;br /&gt;flash demonic, cultura demenţei, nicăieri, nicăieri&lt;br /&gt;nicăieri simplitatea lui «iartă-mă», unui pas normal&lt;br /&gt;vrem salturi, ţopăit extrem, extreme&lt;br /&gt;extraordinariatul&lt;br /&gt;musai&lt;br /&gt;în vreme ce pe dinăuntru suntem goi&lt;br /&gt;desculţ în proprii pantofi, ecou la ecou…&lt;br /&gt;de ghiorăit de maţe planetar&lt;br /&gt;plâns molcom – fără X-Bass – de copii bolnavi&lt;br /&gt;bolnavi, bătrâni deja la 50 de ani la 30 de ani la&lt;br /&gt;20 de ani, la 12 ani… spectacol&lt;br /&gt;Poftiţi&lt;br /&gt;dar nu-i gratis… ha, ha, ha, ha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu receptaţi strâmb, nu cer revoluţii, e bine aşa&lt;br /&gt;e cool, trend, mişto, beton, şukar, fain&lt;br /&gt;de belea… mânca-ţ-aş…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1571959294297863991-5702438352753190538?l=urbanp1nk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/feeds/5702438352753190538/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1571959294297863991&amp;postID=5702438352753190538' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/5702438352753190538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/5702438352753190538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/2009/01/piercing-by-valeriu-barbu.html' title='Piercing by Valeriu Barbu'/><author><name>Ana Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918092643059315200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sb0qGAEc5PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YMoZjQzR9gU/S220/HPIM0923edit.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/SXD49A6_MlI/AAAAAAAAAF4/qZ2M7byzgUQ/s72-c/80639118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571959294297863991.post-552165156970424646</id><published>2008-12-26T16:07:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T16:12:11.203+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ia o pauza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/SVTmD9GT-2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/Iatv_YXeoLk/s1600-h/The_Pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/SVTmD9GT-2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/Iatv_YXeoLk/s320/The_Pink.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284101218427468642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ia o pauza de la tot. Iarta, iubeste, zambeste, ajuta un batran, accepta un compliment, asculta-ti prietenii, fii intelegator cu tine si cu altii, uita-te la albumul cu fotografii, asculta tacerea, aminteste-ti ca nu esti singur, spune-le celor dragi cat de mult ii iubesti, imagineaza-ti ca astazi nu ai nici o grija, joaca-te cu un copil, citeste o carte buna, alege o stea de pe cer, fii copil inca o data, suna-ti prietenii cu care n-ai mai vorbit de mult, da-ti voie sa mai si gresesti, lasa-i pe altii sa te ajute, renunta la ce nu-ti place, indeplineste-ti promisiunile, inchide ochii si imagineza-ti ca esti acolo unde vrei, priveste atent o floare, cumpara-ti ceva ce iti doresti de mult, spera ca ceea ce-ti doresti se va implini, ajuta-i pe altii, respira profund&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1571959294297863991-552165156970424646?l=urbanp1nk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/feeds/552165156970424646/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1571959294297863991&amp;postID=552165156970424646' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/552165156970424646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/552165156970424646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/2008/12/ia-o-pauza.html' title='Ia o pauza'/><author><name>Ana Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918092643059315200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sb0qGAEc5PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YMoZjQzR9gU/S220/HPIM0923edit.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/SVTmD9GT-2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/Iatv_YXeoLk/s72-c/The_Pink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571959294297863991.post-9133774413425022097</id><published>2008-12-12T14:32:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:43:31.605+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Iubire si sexualitate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/SUJcbwbnxqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/oQ5NDeofPSQ/s1600-h/mrmrssmith_narrowweb__300x452,2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/SUJcbwbnxqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/oQ5NDeofPSQ/s320/mrmrssmith_narrowweb__300x452,2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278883345158620834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;" Trupul este iarasi pretuit. Trupul nostru nu este un magar, dar nici o papusa de alintat. Cu trupul, suntem aproape unii de altii, ne putem intalni in bucurie si prietenie. Suntem peste tot cu trupul. &lt;br /&gt;Este un noroc ca sexualitatea a fost scoasa din camera obscura a tabuurilor. Sexualitatea este ceva profund si omenesc, ceva pretios in dezvoltarea oamenilor. Sexualitatea este o forta ciudata, care, daca este data la o parte sau este prost folosita, duce la neliniste, confuzie si frica. Sexualitatea, si nici macar implinirea ei, nu este un scop in viata. Nu ofera de la sine siguranta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...- o jungla a egoismului rece, unde nu se tine seama de simtamintele si dorintele celuilalt. Pornografia nu are nimic in comun cu iubirea pentru ca nu tine seama de om, pentru ca spiritul si inima lipsesc: carne goala expusa privirii, fara suflet si gust- o treaba josnica jalnica si deprimanta."&lt;/span&gt; Phil Bosmans, Nu uita bucuria. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O carte draguta, trateaza mai multe subiecte, iar daca e citita de o persoana capabila sa perceapa mesajele ce le contine, te atinge la suflet. Insa Phil trateaza subiectele putin cam depasit, as spune eu fata de anul si societatea in care ne aflam. Insa merge citita intr-o posomorata zi. Eu am sa revin la sexualitate cu o povestioara mai urbana si mai actuala, idei sunt insa nu s-au terminat... deci va urma. Nu stiu cand, dar va fi :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1571959294297863991-9133774413425022097?l=urbanp1nk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/feeds/9133774413425022097/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1571959294297863991&amp;postID=9133774413425022097' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/9133774413425022097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/9133774413425022097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/2008/12/iubire-si-sexualitate.html' title='Iubire si sexualitate'/><author><name>Ana Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918092643059315200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sb0qGAEc5PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YMoZjQzR9gU/S220/HPIM0923edit.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/SUJcbwbnxqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/oQ5NDeofPSQ/s72-c/mrmrssmith_narrowweb__300x452,2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571959294297863991.post-1697278807430344423</id><published>2008-12-12T14:19:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T16:14:42.872+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Decembrie...schimbare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/SVTmzNCKT4I/AAAAAAAAAFw/qxBetftzRXY/s1600-h/83766237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/SVTmzNCKT4I/AAAAAAAAAFw/qxBetftzRXY/s320/83766237.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284102030158876546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; N-am scris de ceva vreme...sute de zile... haha. Oare de ce n-am mai scris... oare in atatea luni n-am avut nimic nou de zis? Sau poate n-am avut timp... Sau poate n-avea nici un rost sa scriu despre oameni, despre intamplari... in schimb am observat ca se intampla ceva ciudat... parca s-a intors lumea invers...sau poate doar ... m-am schimbat? si continui sa ma schimb... acum ramane de vazut, cine m-a transformat asa..in ce sunt eu astazi.. oamenii din jurul meu? cate am "petrecut" cu oamenii din jurul meu? gri-ul din jurul meu? &lt;br /&gt;Nu mai aberez aici, cert este ca m-am schimbat, simt ca m-am schimbat, dar simt si cei din jurul meu oare? Imi e bine. Cred. Cel putin imi place cum sunt acum. Cum trebuia sa fiu mereu.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt... multumita ...si, si... indragostita de fiecare secunda din viata mea?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1571959294297863991-1697278807430344423?l=urbanp1nk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/feeds/1697278807430344423/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1571959294297863991&amp;postID=1697278807430344423' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/1697278807430344423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/1697278807430344423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/2008/12/decembrieschimbare.html' title='Decembrie...schimbare'/><author><name>Ana Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918092643059315200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sb0qGAEc5PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YMoZjQzR9gU/S220/HPIM0923edit.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/SVTmzNCKT4I/AAAAAAAAAFw/qxBetftzRXY/s72-c/83766237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571959294297863991.post-7506580800895834402</id><published>2008-07-26T23:10:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:39:21.130+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cand parcheaza o blonda...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/SIuFLmlZAKI/AAAAAAAAAEE/X4tVbrV29Yw/s1600-h/072008_121708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/SIuFLmlZAKI/AAAAAAAAAEE/X4tVbrV29Yw/s320/072008_121708.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227418226876022946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/SIuFDF0p3aI/AAAAAAAAAD8/g1MlHYNNWH4/s1600-h/072008_121726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/SIuFDF0p3aI/AAAAAAAAAD8/g1MlHYNNWH4/s320/072008_121726.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227418080642719138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din ciclul "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mare ti-e gradina ta doamne si mai lasi si portile deschise&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1571959294297863991-7506580800895834402?l=urbanp1nk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/feeds/7506580800895834402/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1571959294297863991&amp;postID=7506580800895834402' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/7506580800895834402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/7506580800895834402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/2008/07/din-ciclul-mare-ti-e-gradina-ta-doamne.html' title='Cand parcheaza o blonda...'/><author><name>Ana Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918092643059315200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sb0qGAEc5PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YMoZjQzR9gU/S220/HPIM0923edit.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/SIuFLmlZAKI/AAAAAAAAAEE/X4tVbrV29Yw/s72-c/072008_121708.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571959294297863991.post-7080642424786088407</id><published>2008-07-15T00:52:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T00:55:11.977+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatboy Slim. no words</title><content type='html'>Ce as mai putea zice.&lt;br /&gt;Una din cele mai frumoase seri de genul asta din viata.&lt;br /&gt;Sa merg si la un concert &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Moby &lt;/span&gt;si pot sa mor. :)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/94sYmSHj5aM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/94sYmSHj5aM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1571959294297863991-7080642424786088407?l=urbanp1nk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/feeds/7080642424786088407/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1571959294297863991&amp;postID=7080642424786088407' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/7080642424786088407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/7080642424786088407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/2008/07/fatboy-slim-no-words.html' title='Fatboy Slim. no words'/><author><name>Ana Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918092643059315200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sb0qGAEc5PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YMoZjQzR9gU/S220/HPIM0923edit.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571959294297863991.post-8323247883004644632</id><published>2008-07-07T00:23:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T00:23:43.540+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vykZhSBWNVk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vykZhSBWNVk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1571959294297863991-8323247883004644632?l=urbanp1nk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/feeds/8323247883004644632/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1571959294297863991&amp;postID=8323247883004644632' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/8323247883004644632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/8323247883004644632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-you.html' title='I love you'/><author><name>Ana Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918092643059315200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sb0qGAEc5PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YMoZjQzR9gU/S220/HPIM0923edit.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571959294297863991.post-245955394915545784</id><published>2008-07-05T20:02:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:39:21.265+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock&apos;n&apos;roll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Frusciante'/><title type='text'>Muzica din rai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/SG-utR89YkI/AAAAAAAAADs/1hAh6jBVBZ4/s1600-h/sb10064919u-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/SG-utR89YkI/AAAAAAAAADs/1hAh6jBVBZ4/s320/sb10064919u-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219582586082124354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nimic mai mult. Cine spunea "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Heaven is a place on Earth &lt;/span&gt;", eu as spune ca raiul este acest cantec...iar Dumnezeu este John Frusciante :)) asculta " raiul " de cate ori iti pofteste inima. inca o data, si inca o data. enjoy.  &lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/b_7eK_aRYM/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/b_7eK_aRYM/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1571959294297863991-245955394915545784?l=urbanp1nk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/feeds/245955394915545784/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1571959294297863991&amp;postID=245955394915545784' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/245955394915545784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/245955394915545784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/2008/07/muzica-din-rai.html' title='Muzica din rai'/><author><name>Ana Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918092643059315200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sb0qGAEc5PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YMoZjQzR9gU/S220/HPIM0923edit.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/SG-utR89YkI/AAAAAAAAADs/1hAh6jBVBZ4/s72-c/sb10064919u-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571959294297863991.post-8230257169867291091</id><published>2008-07-04T00:06:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:39:21.352+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calatorie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trenul vietii'/><title type='text'>Trenul vietii</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/SG1OSYELbII/AAAAAAAAADc/5_r5x3oDyow/s1600-h/sb10067636x-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/SG1OSYELbII/AAAAAAAAADc/5_r5x3oDyow/s400/sb10067636x-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218913620796861570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Viata este ca o calatorie cu trenul: urcam si coboram des, exista accidente, surprize placute la unele statii si tristete adanca la altele. &lt;br /&gt;Atunci cand ne nastem si ne urcam in tren, intalnim oameni despre care credem ca ne vor insoti pe parcursul calatoriei noastre: parintii nostri.&lt;br /&gt;Din pacate, adevarul este altfel. Ei coboara la o statie si ne lasa pe noi fara dragostea si atasamentul lor, fara prietenia si compania lor.&lt;br /&gt;E drept ca in tren urca alte persoane care vor ocupa un rol important in calatoria noastra. Acestea sunt fratii nostri, prietenii nostrii si acei oameni minunati pe care ii iubim.&lt;br /&gt;Unele dintre aceste persoane care urca in tren, privesc calatoria ca o plimbare scurta.&lt;br /&gt;Altii gasesc numai tristete pe parcursul calatoriei. Si mai exista si altii care sunt permanent prezenti si gata de a oferi ajutorul lor celor care au nevoie de ei. &lt;br /&gt;Unii lasa in urma lor cand coboara un dor vesnic ... &lt;br /&gt;Unii urca si coboara si noi abia i-am observat.&lt;br /&gt;Ne mira faptul ca unii pasageri, pe care ii iubim mult, se muta in alt vagon si ne lasa singuri in aceasta etapa a calatoriei noastre. Bineinteles noi nu ne lasam opriti si ne straduim sa-i gasim si sa ne inghesuim sa trecem si sa ne mutam in vagonul lor. Din pacate, uneori nu ne putem aseza langa ei, deoarece locul de langa ei este deja ocupat.&lt;br /&gt;Nu face nimic, asa este calatoria: plina de provocari, vise, fantezii, sperante si despartiri... &lt;br /&gt;dar fara intoarcere. &lt;br /&gt;Deci, trebuie sa facem calatoria in felul cel mai bun posibil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1571959294297863991-8230257169867291091?l=urbanp1nk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/feeds/8230257169867291091/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1571959294297863991&amp;postID=8230257169867291091' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/8230257169867291091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/8230257169867291091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/2008/07/trenul-vietii.html' title='Trenul vietii'/><author><name>Ana Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918092643059315200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sb0qGAEc5PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YMoZjQzR9gU/S220/HPIM0923edit.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/SG1OSYELbII/AAAAAAAAADc/5_r5x3oDyow/s72-c/sb10067636x-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571959294297863991.post-5083463855742437679</id><published>2008-06-15T17:08:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:39:21.480+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pitzipoance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='par'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salon coafura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bani'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extensii'/><title type='text'>Cumparam par</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/SFUinywXsxI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZzYVS8AYIjw/s1600-h/061108_172759signaturefor+blogging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/SFUinywXsxI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZzYVS8AYIjw/s400/061108_172759signaturefor+blogging.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212110210786112274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bun. Eu am lesinat de ras in strada in timp ce pozam acest anunt. Lumea se uita la mine, si tot tacamul. Va las pe voi sa comentati.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1571959294297863991-5083463855742437679?l=urbanp1nk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/feeds/5083463855742437679/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1571959294297863991&amp;postID=5083463855742437679' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/5083463855742437679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/5083463855742437679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/2008/06/cumparam-par.html' title='Cumparam par'/><author><name>Ana Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918092643059315200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sb0qGAEc5PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YMoZjQzR9gU/S220/HPIM0923edit.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/SFUinywXsxI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZzYVS8AYIjw/s72-c/061108_172759signaturefor+blogging.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571959294297863991.post-4407018723665868113</id><published>2008-06-08T22:24:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T22:28:00.650+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='albine'/><title type='text'>Albinutzeeee</title><content type='html'>Si pentru ca astazi am privit 2 ore albineeeeeleeeeee &lt;br /&gt;Si i-am spus lu' iubitu' ca o sa pun un post despre albine, avem aici o versiune despre albine de la melodia "Let it be" , transformata in "Little bees" &lt;br /&gt;Sweet, isn`t it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vfv1QtZDirY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vfv1QtZDirY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1571959294297863991-4407018723665868113?l=urbanp1nk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/feeds/4407018723665868113/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1571959294297863991&amp;postID=4407018723665868113' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/4407018723665868113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/4407018723665868113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/2008/06/albinutzeeee.html' title='Albinutzeeee'/><author><name>Ana Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918092643059315200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sb0qGAEc5PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YMoZjQzR9gU/S220/HPIM0923edit.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571959294297863991.post-7462812159437208211</id><published>2008-06-06T04:13:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:39:21.752+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fericire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in cautarea fericirii'/><title type='text'>Unde gasesc fericirea?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/SEiVKV8S7gI/AAAAAAAAAC4/QA8MF0hjxY4/s1600-h/sb10066777e-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/SEiVKV8S7gI/AAAAAAAAAC4/QA8MF0hjxY4/s400/sb10066777e-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208576973975252482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Pariez ca te macina mereu aceasta intrebare.&lt;br /&gt; Dar de ce o cauti din toate puterile ?&lt;br /&gt; De ce esti &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;orb&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt; Punandu-ti intrebarile astea mereu... &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;unde e ? cum o gasesc ?&lt;br /&gt;              ce sa fac ? cand o sa fie? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    N-ai sa vezi nimic in jurul tau, ai sa fii orb si &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nefericit&lt;/span&gt; pana cand vei muri.&lt;br /&gt;   Fericirea in sine este viata ta, daca esti intr-o continua cursa dupa ea, o sa ajungi la capatul drumului si ai sa vezi ca era in spatele tau, langa tine, in palma ta. Dar tu erai prea ocupat sa o cauti, nu sa o vezi.&lt;br /&gt; Opreste-te o clipa din muncile pe care le depui zilnic si priveste. gandeste. la ceva frumos, ce vrei tu, ce iti place .. si in traducere libera ce te face fericit.&lt;br /&gt; Priveste ploaia. Marea. Asculta-le. &lt;br /&gt; Ia gandeste-te putin ... la perna ta; sau la cana ta preferata, melodia preferata, la animalutzul tau de acasa. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Deja ai zambit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lasa-ti putin telefonul si revizioneaza filmul tau preferat.&lt;br /&gt; Uite-te pe geam. 1 minut, atat.&lt;br /&gt; Sau plimba-te. &lt;br /&gt; Crezi ca 10 minute intr-o zi sunt prea multe ? Minute care sa ti le consumi cum vrei tu ? Sa te gandesti la ce vrei? sa faci ce vrei ? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Crezi ca e prea mult ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sunt multe momente de fericire in viata omului. Am putea asemana fericirea cu niste gingase balonase de sapun; si fiecare balon este un moment de fericire. Unele sunt mai mari, altele mai mici, unele sunt mai durabile, altele sunt mai firave si se sparg inca inainte de a-si fi luat zborul. Viata noastra este insa plina de astfel de balonase. Nu trebuie decat sa le pastram cu grija, in cufarul tainic al subconstientului si sa ne gandim ca si dupa o mare durere, vine o mare bucurie. Exista un permanent echilibru intre cele doua. Unii spun ca nenorocirile sunt mari si gratuite, numai fericirile sunt scurte si costisitoare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fi fericit inseamna dupa unii, a iubi. Si intr-adevar, a iubi este prima dintre toate fericirile, a fi iubit vine abia dupa aceea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putem asocia iubirea cu fericirea? Da. Atata timp cat cel care iubeste nu confunda dragostea cu delirul devastator al posesiei, care, in ultima instanta aduce suferintele cele mai cumplite. Caci, impotriva opiniei comune atator oameni, nu dragostea te face sa suferi, ci instinctul de proprietate care este contrarul dragostei. Exista persoane care spun ca fericirea este o floare rara. Si asa este. Dar nu pentru ca ea ar fi unica in lume, ci pentru ca depinde de fiecare din noi cum stie s-o culeaga. Florile cele mai scumpe nu sunt acelea cumparate de la magazin, ci acelea pentru care trebuie sa te apleci ca sa le culegi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conceptii despre fericire ne spun ca a obtine ceea ce ne dorim inseamna sa fim fericiti. Si sa presupunem ca cineva reuseste sa obtina ceea ce cu greu a incercat. Si acum este fericit? Se prea poate. Dar se poate si sa nu fie. Si atunci unde e fericirea? Ea a constat in stradania de a obtine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conceptiile despre fericire se deosebesc prin rostul pe care il atribuim celorlalti in dobandirea propriei fericiri. Intr-una din piesele sale de teatru, Jean Paul Sartre folosea o expresie socanta: “infernul sunt ceilalti”, si, desigur, fiecare din noi poate fi la randu-i “celalalt”. Cum putem sa gasim fericirea intr-o lume in care realizarea propriilor dorinte depinde de ceea ce doresc si fac semenii nostri? De multe ori, dorintele a doi oameni intra in conflict si ca urmare, fiecare incearca sa impiedice realizarea dorintei celuilalt. Nimeni nu renunta fara sa lupte la fericire. Concluzia filozofiei a fost ca nu exista fericire solidara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu trebuie ignorat faptul ca ai nevoie de ceilalti pentru a fi fericit. Un organism care este desprins de prezent moare; la fel si un om desprins de societate, de semeni, se poate pierde pe sine, asa cum a patit si Iona, personajul lui Marin Sorescu, care de atata singuratate, si-a pierdut pana si ecoul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si pana la urma, unde putem gasi fericirea? Noi presupunem ca aceasta cautare are sens si nu este “vanare de vant”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nu putem afirma ceva cu certitudine despre fericire, ci doar ca ea este ceea ce percepe si ce simte fiecare. Ea este una din marile intrebari ale umanitatii si va mai ramane inca unul din misterele existentei noastre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Probabil ca totul ti se pare prea mult cand vine vorba de tine, ce iti place, ce vrei. Atunci &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nu te mai plange ca nu esti fericit&lt;/span&gt; si nu iti mai repeta obsesiv intrebarea " &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Unde gasesc fericirea?&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1571959294297863991-7462812159437208211?l=urbanp1nk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/feeds/7462812159437208211/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1571959294297863991&amp;postID=7462812159437208211' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/7462812159437208211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/7462812159437208211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/2008/06/unde-gasesc-fericirea.html' title='Unde gasesc fericirea?'/><author><name>Ana Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918092643059315200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sb0qGAEc5PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YMoZjQzR9gU/S220/HPIM0923edit.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/SEiVKV8S7gI/AAAAAAAAAC4/QA8MF0hjxY4/s72-c/sb10066777e-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571959294297863991.post-3992444538528131168</id><published>2008-06-04T02:05:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:39:21.891+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cocalari'/><title type='text'>Cocalarii se intoarce.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/SEXOid7C8rI/AAAAAAAAABs/x5wU_CfWRTQ/s1600-h/cocalarii%2Bse%2Bintoarce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/SEXOid7C8rI/AAAAAAAAABs/x5wU_CfWRTQ/s400/cocalarii%2Bse%2Bintoarce.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207795635667006130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Am lesinat de ras cand am intrat pe &lt;a href="http://smokingcoolcat.blogspot.com"&gt;Blogul&lt;/a&gt; intitulat &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Smoking Cool Cat&lt;/span&gt;. Cred ca nu trebuia sa fac asta in starea in care sunt... in curand cred ca o sa fac pe mine de ras =)). Analizati caricatura,este facuta de el cred. (el-autorul, nu stim, nu-l cunoastem).&lt;br /&gt;Prea tareeeeeeee mai rar asa oameni. Bravas&lt;br /&gt;Subiectul "Cocalar" este indeluuuuung discutabil. Acum mi-e fuuuaaarte lene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce mi-ar placea sa am o bricheta d-asta sau o pusca MAAARE (sa ies cu ea seara pe racoare). Sunt o persoana pacifista dar cand vine vorba de anumite personaje mi-as incalca cu mare placere acest principiu. Cocalarul este o specie aparte de oameni, el este inzestrat cu un simt vestimentar si cultural deosebit, reusind sa lanseze asa curente ca treningul asortat cu pantofi, lantul de haur purtat pe dinafara sau incaltarile ADIBAS. Tot acest membru marcant al societatii noastre a lansat si moda manelelor in tramvai sau la metrou, ascultate intotdeauna la cel mai nou model de telefon mobil. Acest animal de campie se manifesta cel mai bine in grup, datorita lipsei personalitatii si mai ales faptului ca numai 3 sau 4 astfel de indivizi reusesc sa insumeze IQ-ului unei ridichii. Pe toti acestia ii invit sa se regaseasca pe &lt;a href="http://www.cocalari.com"&gt;www.cocalari.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1571959294297863991-3992444538528131168?l=urbanp1nk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/feeds/3992444538528131168/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1571959294297863991&amp;postID=3992444538528131168' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/3992444538528131168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/3992444538528131168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/2008/06/cocalarii-se-intoarce.html' title='Cocalarii se intoarce.'/><author><name>Ana Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918092643059315200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sb0qGAEc5PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YMoZjQzR9gU/S220/HPIM0923edit.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/SEXOid7C8rI/AAAAAAAAABs/x5wU_CfWRTQ/s72-c/cocalarii%2Bse%2Bintoarce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571959294297863991.post-4174774952589727036</id><published>2008-05-17T21:36:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:39:22.059+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cumarfi'/><title type='text'>Cum ar fi ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/SEXPz6NBRTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/__e-ziLBVRs/s1600-h/1tN2lo016151-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/SEXPz6NBRTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/__e-ziLBVRs/s400/1tN2lo016151-02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207797034827990322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum ar fi ...&lt;br /&gt;o intrebare aparent banala.. :)&lt;br /&gt;ia gandeste-te putin...&lt;br /&gt;si spune ce-ti trece prin cap... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa incep.. ?&lt;br /&gt;Pai...&lt;br /&gt;Cum ar fi ...&lt;br /&gt;- daca ar fi vara tot timpul ?&lt;br /&gt;- daca am avea tot ce ne dorim ?&lt;br /&gt;- daca totul ar fi roz?&lt;br /&gt;- daca nu ar exista sucul de portocale ?&lt;br /&gt;- sa nu existe tigari?&lt;br /&gt;- sa nu avem nevoie de somn ?&lt;br /&gt;- sa fie noapte tot timpul?&lt;br /&gt;- sa nu existe cainii ?&lt;br /&gt;- sa nu obosim?&lt;br /&gt;- sa nu existe Tequilla?&lt;br /&gt;- sa iubesti pe toata lumea?&lt;br /&gt;- sa nu mai fim indiferenti?&lt;br /&gt;- sa nu facem scoala?&lt;br /&gt;- sa nu existe surorile ?&lt;br /&gt;- sa nu ne fie dor de nimeni .. ?&lt;br /&gt;- sa nu avem buze?&lt;br /&gt;- dar gene?&lt;br /&gt;- sa nu existe haine?&lt;br /&gt;- ca femeile sa nu se vopseasca?&lt;br /&gt;- dar sa nu se machieze?&lt;br /&gt;- iar barbatii sa nu se barbiereasca?&lt;br /&gt;- sa nu existe muzica?&lt;br /&gt;- sa mergem in parc (mai des) ?&lt;br /&gt;- sa nu existe culoare ?&lt;br /&gt;- sa avem telecomenzi?&lt;br /&gt;- sa nu mai tratam telefoanele si internetul ca pe o parte din noi?&lt;br /&gt;- sa mancam doar ciocolata?&lt;br /&gt;- sa nu avem pat?&lt;br /&gt;- nici oglinda?&lt;br /&gt;- sa nu existe coca cola?&lt;br /&gt;- sa mancam doar legume?&lt;br /&gt;- sa nu ne mai dam cu crema..?&lt;br /&gt;- sa nu ne doara capul?&lt;br /&gt;- sau nimic.&lt;br /&gt;- sa nu avem un obiect preferat?&lt;br /&gt;- sa vorbim cu Dumnezeu?&lt;br /&gt;- sau macar despre El?&lt;br /&gt;- sa nu existe S.U.A?&lt;br /&gt;- nici Polul Nord?&lt;br /&gt;- sa nu conteze nimic?&lt;br /&gt;- sa nu fie niciodata prea tarziu?&lt;br /&gt;- sa nu murim niciodata?&lt;br /&gt;- sa ne nastem batrani?&lt;br /&gt;- sa nu existe Conversii ?&lt;br /&gt;- sa nu avem scrumiere?&lt;br /&gt;- sa nu existe messenger?&lt;br /&gt;- sa nu existe plaja?&lt;br /&gt;- sa nu mai termin lista....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1571959294297863991-4174774952589727036?l=urbanp1nk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/feeds/4174774952589727036/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1571959294297863991&amp;postID=4174774952589727036' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/4174774952589727036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/4174774952589727036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/2008/05/cum-ar-fi.html' title='Cum ar fi ?'/><author><name>Ana Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918092643059315200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sb0qGAEc5PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YMoZjQzR9gU/S220/HPIM0923edit.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/SEXPz6NBRTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/__e-ziLBVRs/s72-c/1tN2lo016151-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571959294297863991.post-4756003001349786206</id><published>2008-05-17T19:54:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T05:00:26.177+03:00</updated><title type='text'>M-am molipsit si eu.</title><content type='html'>Cam atatea lucruri am facut din cele 200 ... luuuuuuuuuuuuung post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01) Bought everyone in the pub a drink&lt;br /&gt;02) Swam with wild dolphins&lt;br /&gt;03) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Climbed a mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04) Taken a Ferrari for a test drive&lt;br /&gt;05) Been inside the Great Pyramid&lt;br /&gt;06) Held a tarantula.&lt;br /&gt;07) Taken a candlelit bath with someone&lt;br /&gt;08) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Said ‘I love you’ and meant it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hugged a tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Done a striptease&lt;br /&gt;11) Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;12) Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;13) Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;14) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stayed up all night long, and watch the sun rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Seen the Northern Lights&lt;br /&gt;16) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gone to a huge sports game &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa&lt;br /&gt;18) Grown and eaten your own vegetables &lt;br /&gt;19) Touched an iceberg&lt;br /&gt;20) Slept under the stars&lt;br /&gt;21) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Changed a baby’s diaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Taken a trip in a hot air balloon&lt;br /&gt;23) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Watched a meteor shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gotten drunk on champagne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;25) Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;26) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Looked up at the night sky through a telescope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;28) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Had a food fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Bet on a winning horse&lt;br /&gt;30) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Asked out a stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Had a snowball fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Photocopied your bottom on the office photocopier&lt;br /&gt;34) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Screamed as loudly as you possibly can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) Held a lamb &lt;br /&gt;36) Enacted a favorite fantasy&lt;br /&gt;37) Taken a midnight skinny dip&lt;br /&gt;38) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Taken an ice cold bath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Had a meaningful conversation with a beggar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Seen a total eclipse&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;41) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ridden a roller coaster&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;42) Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;43) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fit three weeks miraculously into three days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;45) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Adopted an accent for an entire day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;46) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Visited the birthplace of your ancestors &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48) Had two hard drives for your computer&lt;br /&gt;49) Visited all 50 states of USA&lt;br /&gt;50) Loved your job for all accounts &lt;br /&gt;51) Taken care of someone who was shit faced&lt;br /&gt;52) Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;br /&gt;53) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Had amazing friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54) Danced with a stranger in a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;55) Watched wild whales&lt;br /&gt;56) Stolen a sign&lt;br /&gt;57) Backpacked in Europe &lt;br /&gt;58) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Taken a road-trip &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59) Rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;60) Lied to foreign government’s official in that country to avoid notice&lt;br /&gt;61) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Midnight walk on the beach&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;62) Sky diving&lt;br /&gt;63) Visited Ireland&lt;br /&gt;64) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Been heartbroken longer then you were actually in love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;65) In a restaurant, sat at a stranger’s table and had a meal with them&lt;br /&gt;66) Visited Japan&lt;br /&gt;67) Benchpressed your own weight&lt;br /&gt;68) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Milked a cow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;69) Alphabetized your records&lt;br /&gt;70) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pretended to be a superhero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sung karaoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lounged around in bed all day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73) Posed nude in front of strangers &lt;br /&gt;74) Scuba diving&lt;br /&gt;75) Got it on to “Let’s Get It On” by Marvin Gaye -&lt;br /&gt;76) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kissed in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77) Played in the mud &lt;br /&gt;78) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Played in the rain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79) Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;br /&gt;80) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Done something you should regret, but don’t regret it - several times; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81) Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;82) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Discovered that someone who’s not supposed to have known about your blog has discovered your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83) Dropped Windows in favor of something better&lt;br /&gt;84) Started a business&lt;br /&gt;85) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fallen in love and not had your heart broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Toured ancient sites&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;87) Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;88) Sword fought for the honor of a woman&lt;br /&gt;89) Played D&amp;D for more than 6 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;90) Gotten engaged&lt;br /&gt;91) Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;92) Crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;93) Loved someone you shouldn’t have&lt;br /&gt;94) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kissed someone so passionately it made them dizzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95) Gotten married&lt;br /&gt;96) Had sex at the office&lt;br /&gt;97) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gone without food for 5 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98) Made cookies from scratch&lt;br /&gt;99) Won first prize in a costume contest&lt;br /&gt;100) Ridden a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;101) Gotten a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;102) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Found that the texture of some materials can turn you on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103) Gotten divorced&lt;br /&gt;104) Been on television news programs as an “expert”&lt;br /&gt;105) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Got flowers for no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;106) Masturbated in a public place&lt;br /&gt;107) Got so drunk you don’t remember anything&lt;br /&gt;108) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Taken illegal drugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;109) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Performed on stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;110) Been to Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;111) Recorded music&lt;br /&gt;112) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eaten shark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;113) Had a one-night stand&lt;br /&gt;114) Gone to Thailand&lt;br /&gt;115) Seen Siouxsie live&lt;br /&gt;116) Bought a house&lt;br /&gt;117) Been in a combat zone&lt;br /&gt;118) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Buried one/both of your parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;119) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shaved or waxed your pubic hair off &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;120) Been on a cruise ship&lt;br /&gt;121) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Spoken more than one language fluently &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;122) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gotten into a fight while attempting to defend someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;123) Bounced a check&lt;br /&gt;124) Performed in Rocky Horror&lt;br /&gt;125) Read - and understood - your credit report&lt;br /&gt;126) Raised children&lt;br /&gt;127) Recently bought and played with a favorite childhood toy&lt;br /&gt;128) Followed your favorite band/singer on tour&lt;br /&gt;129) Created and named your own constellation of stars&lt;br /&gt;130) Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;131) Found out something significant that your ancestors did&lt;br /&gt;132) Called or written your Congress person&lt;br /&gt;133) Picked up and moved to another city to just start over&lt;br /&gt;134) …more than once?&lt;br /&gt;135) Walked the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;br /&gt;136) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sang loudly in the car, and didn’t stop when you knew someone was looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;137) Had an abortion or your female partner did&lt;br /&gt;138) Had plastic surgery&lt;br /&gt;139) Survived an accident that you shouldn’t have survived.&lt;br /&gt;140) Wrote articles for a large publication &lt;br /&gt;141) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lost over 100 pounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;142) Held someone while they were having a flashback&lt;br /&gt;143) Piloted an airplane&lt;br /&gt;144) Petted a stingray&lt;br /&gt;145) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Broken someone’s heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;146) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Helped an animal give birth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;147) Been fired or laid off from a job&lt;br /&gt;148) Won money on a T.V. game show&lt;br /&gt;149) Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;150) Killed a human being&lt;br /&gt;151) Gone on an African photo safari&lt;br /&gt;152) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ridden a motorcycle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;153) Driven any land vehicle at a speed of greater than 100 mph&lt;br /&gt;154) Had a body part of yours below the neck pierced&lt;br /&gt;155) Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol&lt;br /&gt;156) Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild &lt;br /&gt;157) Ridden a horse &lt;br /&gt;158) Had major surgery&lt;br /&gt;159) Had sex on a moving train&lt;br /&gt;160) Had a snake as a pet&lt;br /&gt;161) Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;162) Slept through an entire flight: takeoff, flight, and landing&lt;br /&gt;163) Slept for more than 30 hours&lt;br /&gt;164) Visited lots of foreign countries&lt;br /&gt;165) Visited all 7 continents&lt;br /&gt;166) Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days&lt;br /&gt;167) Eaten kangaroo meat&lt;br /&gt;168) Fallen in love at an ancient Mayan burial ground&lt;br /&gt;169) Been a sperm or egg donor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;170) Eaten sushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;171) Had your picture in the newspaper &lt;br /&gt;172) Had 2 (or more) healthy romantic relationships for over a year in your lifetime&lt;br /&gt;173) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Changed someone’s mind about something you care deeply about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;174) Gotten someone fired for their actions&lt;br /&gt;175) Gone back to school&lt;br /&gt;176) Parasailed&lt;br /&gt;177) Changed your name&lt;br /&gt;178) Petted a cockroach&lt;br /&gt;179) Eaten fried green tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;180) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Read The Iliad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;181) Selected one “important” author who you missed in school, and read&lt;br /&gt;182) Dinned in a restaurant and stolen silverware, plates, cups because your apartment needed them&lt;br /&gt;183) …and gotten 86′ed from the restaurant because you did it so many times, they figured out it was you&lt;br /&gt;184) Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;br /&gt;185) Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;186) Apologized to someone years after inflicting the hurt&lt;br /&gt;187) Skipped all your school reunions&lt;br /&gt;188) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;189) Been elected to public office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;190) Written your own computer language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;191) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Thought to yourself that you’re living your dream&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;192) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Had to put someone you love into hospice care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;193) Built your own PC from parts&lt;br /&gt;194) Sold your own artwork to someone who didn’t know you&lt;br /&gt;195) Had a booth at a street fair&lt;br /&gt;196) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dyed your hair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;197) Been a DJ&lt;br /&gt;198) Found out someone was going to dump you via LiveJournal&lt;br /&gt;199) Written your own role playing game&lt;br /&gt;200) Been arrested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foarte foarte frumos... ma dor ochii, dar a meritat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1571959294297863991-4756003001349786206?l=urbanp1nk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/feeds/4756003001349786206/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1571959294297863991&amp;postID=4756003001349786206' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/4756003001349786206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/4756003001349786206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/2008/05/m-am-molipsit-si-eu.html' title='M-am molipsit si eu.'/><author><name>Ana Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918092643059315200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sb0qGAEc5PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YMoZjQzR9gU/S220/HPIM0923edit.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571959294297863991.post-3465103121698805012</id><published>2008-05-17T12:13:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T12:17:03.014+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happyfish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='generatia 3 minute'/><title type='text'>Happyfish</title><content type='html'>Este un fel de televiziune online... iar eu am descoperit-o de la &lt;a href="http://viataultra.ablog.ro"&gt;Tavy&lt;/a&gt; :D Cotrobaiti si voi pe acolo poate va mai trec durerile de cap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=7,0,19,0" width="160" height="125" title="banner"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.happyfish.ro/promo/happy_fish_01.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.happyfish.ro/promo/happy_fish_01.swf" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="160" height="125"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1571959294297863991-3465103121698805012?l=urbanp1nk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/feeds/3465103121698805012/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1571959294297863991&amp;postID=3465103121698805012' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/3465103121698805012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/3465103121698805012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/2008/05/happyfish.html' title='Happyfish'/><author><name>Ana Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918092643059315200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sb0qGAEc5PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YMoZjQzR9gU/S220/HPIM0923edit.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571959294297863991.post-6523730717857969455</id><published>2008-05-17T11:28:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T11:44:29.333+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marco V'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul Tall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robbie Rivera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christopher Lawrence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romania'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creamfields 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brian Cross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seb Fontaine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Guetta'/><title type='text'>Creamfields In Romania !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sambata, 2 August 2008, ora 15:00&lt;br /&gt;Plaja ADRAS Saturn (intre Saturn si Venus) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are loc prima editie &lt;a href="http://creamfields.ro"&gt;Creamfields&lt;/a&gt; in Romania, cel mai mare festival de muzica electronica si dance din lume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niste nume din line up de inceput ar fi: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;David Guetta, Marco V, Christopher Lawrence, Robbie Rivera, Seb Fontaine, Paul Tall, Brian Cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foarte tare :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1571959294297863991-6523730717857969455?l=urbanp1nk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/feeds/6523730717857969455/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1571959294297863991&amp;postID=6523730717857969455' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/6523730717857969455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/6523730717857969455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/2008/05/creamfields-in-romania.html' title='Creamfields In Romania !'/><author><name>Ana Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918092643059315200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sb0qGAEc5PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YMoZjQzR9gU/S220/HPIM0923edit.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571959294297863991.post-6199978085549391131</id><published>2008-05-13T08:55:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T04:44:01.653+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='martzi 13'/><title type='text'>Marti , 13</title><content type='html'>SAGETATOR&lt;br /&gt;Acceptati sa reparati un sistem care cere multa precizie, doar pentru a va dovedi priceperea. Cu alte cuvinte, nu va puteti abtine sa va afirmati superioritatea. Lipsa totala de modestie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanatate – ●●&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bani –●●&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragoste –●●● &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam asa ar arata horoscopul meu pe ziua de azi... Sau asa : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esti in fata unei confruntari intelectuale unde nu ai voie sa gresesti. In joc e reputatia ta sau succesul unui proiect profesional, si te concentrezi la scopul propus cu maxima seriozitate. Poti fi printre invingatori in orice situatie competitionala la serviciu, pentru ca iti prezinti curajos ideile si le sustii cu date teoretice solide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...cat de rau poate sa fie ? &lt;br /&gt;deja nici chef de scris nu mai am ... &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ma trezesc la 7&lt;/span&gt; (AM!) de 2 zile ...insa doar dupa 1 as putea spune ca functionez... so...ne auzim mai pe seara...dupa ce beau vreo 10 cafele.. aaah.. si am si &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;teza la latina&lt;/span&gt;... ce poate fi mai frumos intr-o frumoasa (pe draq) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dimineata&lt;/span&gt; de mai..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1571959294297863991-6199978085549391131?l=urbanp1nk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/feeds/6199978085549391131/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1571959294297863991&amp;postID=6199978085549391131' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/6199978085549391131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/6199978085549391131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/2008/05/marti-13.html' title='Marti , 13'/><author><name>Ana Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918092643059315200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sb0qGAEc5PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YMoZjQzR9gU/S220/HPIM0923edit.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571959294297863991.post-8664985449518184481</id><published>2008-05-07T20:26:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T04:43:20.926+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joculet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alegeri electorale'/><title type='text'>Joculet</title><content type='html'>Nah ca vin alegerile... ce sa mai spun ...click &lt;a href="http://www.orasulcuratluna.ro/"&gt;pe link&lt;/a&gt; , pentru ca domnii care candideaza au descoperit internetul. Nice!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1571959294297863991-8664985449518184481?l=urbanp1nk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/feeds/8664985449518184481/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1571959294297863991&amp;postID=8664985449518184481' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/8664985449518184481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/8664985449518184481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/2008/05/joculet.html' title='Joculet'/><author><name>Ana Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918092643059315200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sb0qGAEc5PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YMoZjQzR9gU/S220/HPIM0923edit.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571959294297863991.post-1689838101572533577</id><published>2008-03-16T03:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T03:26:06.361+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Avem timp - Octavian Paler</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Avem timp pentru toate.&lt;br /&gt;Sa dormim, sa alergam in dreapta si-n stanga,&lt;br /&gt;sa regretam c-am gresit si sa gresim din nou,&lt;br /&gt;sa-i judecam pe altii si sa ne absolvim pe noi insine,&lt;br /&gt;avem timp sa citim si sa scriem,&lt;br /&gt;sa corectam ce-am scris, sa regretam ce-am scris,&lt;br /&gt;avem timp sa facem proiecte si sa nu le respectam,&lt;br /&gt;avem timp sa ne facem iluzii si sa rascolim prin&lt;br /&gt;cenusa lor mai tarziu.&lt;br /&gt;Avem timp pentru ambitii si boli,&lt;br /&gt;sa invinovatim destinul si amanuntele,&lt;br /&gt;avem timp sa privim norii, reclamele sau un accident&lt;br /&gt;oarecare,&lt;br /&gt;avem timp sa ne-alungam intrebarile,&lt;br /&gt;sa amanam raspunsurile,&lt;br /&gt;avem timp sa sfaramam un vis si sa-l reinventam,&lt;br /&gt;avem timp sa ne facem prieteni, sa-i pierdem,&lt;br /&gt;avem timp sa primim lectii si sa le uitam dupa-aceea,&lt;br /&gt;avem timp sa primim daruri si sa nu le-ntelegem.&lt;br /&gt;Avem timp pentru toate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu e timp doar pentru putina tandrete.&lt;br /&gt;Cand sa facem si asta murim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat unele lucruri in viata pe care vi le&lt;br /&gt;impartasesc si voua!!&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca nu poti face pe cineva sa te iubeasca&lt;br /&gt;Tot ce poti face este sa fii o persoana iubita.&lt;br /&gt;Restul ... depinde de ceilalti.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca oricat mi-ar pasa mie&lt;br /&gt;Altora s-ar putea sa nu le pase.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca dureaza ani sa castigi incredere&lt;br /&gt;Si ca doar in cateva secunde poti sa o pierzi&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca nu conteaza CE ai in viata&lt;br /&gt;Ci PE CINE ai.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca te descurci si ti-e de folos farmecul&lt;br /&gt;cca 15 minute&lt;br /&gt;Dupa aceea, insa, ar fi bine sa stii ceva.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca nu trebuie sa te compari cu ceea ce pot&lt;br /&gt;altii mai bine sa faca&lt;br /&gt;Ci cu ceea ce poti tu sa faci&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca nu conteaza ce li se intampla oamenilor&lt;br /&gt;Ci conteaza ceea ce pot eu sa fac pentru a rezolva&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca oricum ai taia&lt;br /&gt;Orice lucru are doua fete&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca trebuie sa te desparti de cei dragi cu&lt;br /&gt;cuvinte calde&lt;br /&gt;S-ar putea sa fie ultima oara cand ii vezi&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca poti continua inca mult timp&lt;br /&gt;Dupa ce ai spus ca nu mai poti&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca eroi sunt cei care fac ce trebuie, cand&lt;br /&gt;trebuie&lt;br /&gt;Indiferent de consecinte&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca sunt oameni care te iubesc&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu stiu s-o arate&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca atunci cand sunt suparat am DREPTUL sa&lt;br /&gt;fiu suparat&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu am dreptul sa fiu si rau&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca prietenia adevarata continua sa existe&lt;br /&gt;chiar si la distanta&lt;br /&gt;Iar asta este valabil si pentru iubirea adevarata&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca, daca cineva nu te iubeste cum ai vrea&lt;br /&gt;tu&lt;br /&gt;Nu inseamna ca nu te iubeste din tot sufletul.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca indiferent cat de bun iti este un&lt;br /&gt;prieten&lt;br /&gt;Oricum te va rani din cand in cand&lt;br /&gt;Iar tu trebuie sa-l ierti pentru asta.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca nu este intotdeauna de ajuns sa fi&lt;br /&gt;iertat de altii&lt;br /&gt;Cateodata trebuie sa inveti sa te ierti pe tine insuti&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca indiferent cat de mult suferi,&lt;br /&gt;Lumea nu se va opri in loc pentru durerea ta.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca trecutul si circumstantele ti-ar putea&lt;br /&gt;influenta&lt;br /&gt;personalitatea&lt;br /&gt;Dar ca TU esti responsabil pentru ceea ce devii&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca, daca doi oameni se cearta, nu inseamna&lt;br /&gt;ca nu se iubesc&lt;br /&gt;Si nici faptul ca nu se cearta nu dovedeste ca se&lt;br /&gt;iubesc.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca uneori trebuie sa pui persoana pe primul&lt;br /&gt;loc&lt;br /&gt;Si nu faptele sale&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca doi oameni pot privi acelasi lucru&lt;br /&gt;Si pot vedea ceva total diferit&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca indiferent de consecinte&lt;br /&gt;Cei care sunt cinstiti cu ei insisi ajung mai departe&lt;br /&gt;in viata&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca viata iti poate fi schimbata in cateva&lt;br /&gt;ore&lt;br /&gt;De catre oameni care nici nu te cunosc.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca si atunci cand crezi ca nu mai ai nimic&lt;br /&gt;de dat&lt;br /&gt;Cand te striga un prieten vei gasi puterea de a-l&lt;br /&gt;ajuta.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca scrisul&lt;br /&gt;Ca si vorbitul&lt;br /&gt;Poate linisti durerile sufletesti&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca oamenii la care tii cel mai mult&lt;br /&gt;Iti sunt luati prea repede .&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat ca este prea greu sa-ti dai seama&lt;br /&gt;Unde sa tragi linie intre a fi amabil, a nu rani&lt;br /&gt;oamenii si a-ti sustine parerile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat sa iubesc&lt;br /&gt;Ca sa pot sa fiu iubit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1571959294297863991-1689838101572533577?l=urbanp1nk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/feeds/1689838101572533577/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1571959294297863991&amp;postID=1689838101572533577' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/1689838101572533577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/1689838101572533577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/2008/03/avem-timp-octavian-paler.html' title='Avem timp - Octavian Paler'/><author><name>Ana Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918092643059315200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sb0qGAEc5PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YMoZjQzR9gU/S220/HPIM0923edit.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571959294297863991.post-6395838377579869524</id><published>2008-03-16T03:05:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:39:22.352+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oameni'/><title type='text'>Inexplicabil.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/SEXQsjOWIcI/AAAAAAAAACE/kflr4y92z5A/s1600-h/The_Sad_Clown_by_damngood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/SEXQsjOWIcI/AAAAAAAAACE/kflr4y92z5A/s400/The_Sad_Clown_by_damngood.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207798007912079810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ce este mai rau sau ce e bun ?&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un om care minte sau un om caruia nu ii pasa?&lt;br /&gt;Un om care inseala sau un om care nu iubeste ?&lt;br /&gt;Un om lenes sau un om care face rau celor din jur ?&lt;br /&gt;Un om care nu munceste sau unul care fura ?&lt;br /&gt;Un om care pune prea multe intrebari sau unul care nu te asculta ?&lt;br /&gt;Un om care te sufoca sau unul care iti intoarce spatele ? &lt;br /&gt;Un om fara sentimente sau unul fara glas ? &lt;br /&gt;Un om care nu stie ce sa zica sau unul care nu vrea sa zica ?&lt;br /&gt;Un om care plange sau unul care se ascunde ?&lt;br /&gt;Un om singur sau unul inconjurat de falsitate si invidie ?&lt;br /&gt;Sa fie prea tarziu sau sa nu se intample niciodata sau sa fie prea devreme ?&lt;br /&gt;Sa astepti sau sa intarzii ?&lt;br /&gt;Sa mori sau sa traiesti degeaba ?&lt;br /&gt;Sa nu fii iubit sau sa nu iubesti ?&lt;br /&gt;Sa iti fie dor sau din nou, sa nu iti pese ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1571959294297863991-6395838377579869524?l=urbanp1nk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/feeds/6395838377579869524/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1571959294297863991&amp;postID=6395838377579869524' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/6395838377579869524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/6395838377579869524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/2008/03/inexplicabil.html' title='Inexplicabil.'/><author><name>Ana Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918092643059315200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sb0qGAEc5PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YMoZjQzR9gU/S220/HPIM0923edit.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/SEXQsjOWIcI/AAAAAAAAACE/kflr4y92z5A/s72-c/The_Sad_Clown_by_damngood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571959294297863991.post-5827154461920659128</id><published>2008-03-16T02:35:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:39:22.526+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oameni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intrebari'/><title type='text'>Oameni si intrebari</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/SEadNMYwIlI/AAAAAAAAACM/7TZ8dmapJpY/s1600-h/Music_Should_be_so_Beautiful_by_Windcharmer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/SEadNMYwIlI/AAAAAAAAACM/7TZ8dmapJpY/s400/Music_Should_be_so_Beautiful_by_Windcharmer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208022869089460818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam tarziu. Nu aveam somn, stateam si ma uitam pe pereti, incercand sa adorm. &lt;br /&gt;Aparent simplu, insa am inceput sa ma gandesc la oameni, tot felul, se complica treaba, imi trece somnul. Ma gandesc cati oameni cunosc, de cate tipuri, si asa mai departe. De    ce nici unul nu e la fel ca altul ? Simplu. Pentru ca suntem oameni. Sunt oameni care ma fac sa ii iubesc, oameni care nici nu ii observ, oameni despre care stiu orice, oameni despre care nu stiu nimic... oameni care ma fac sa plang, oameni cu care plang, oameni cu care rad, oameni care ii admir, oameni care imi starnesc, mila sau simpatie..oameni indiferenti sau iubitori..oameni de care mi-e dor, oameni pe care ii evit... &lt;br /&gt;Imi plac oamenii,&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca fiecare are ceva nou, ceva care imi place, ceva ce pot invata, ceva ce detest, fiecare e unic in felul lui..&lt;br /&gt;imi place sa studiez oamenii, imi plac oamenii in preajma mea,insa unii oameni ma fac sa-mi doresc sa stau singura... &lt;br /&gt;Oare de ce iubesc oamenii, desi sunt oameni care m-au facut sa regret ca sunt om, ca si ei ?&lt;br /&gt;Oare de ce sunt atatea intrebari si neajunse raspunsuri ?&lt;br /&gt;De ce orice raspuns are o intrebare insa sunt si intrebari fara raspuns?&lt;br /&gt;Aici intervin oamenii, daca nu am fi fost noi, oamenii, totul ar fi fost atat de simplu. Oare ? &lt;br /&gt;De ce mi-e frica sa intreb dar nu imi este frica sa fiu intrebata?&lt;br /&gt;De ce oamenii sunt atat de dificili si de ascunsi ?&lt;br /&gt;De ce am adunat atatea intrebari in doar 10 minute de cand ma gandesc la oameni ? Si nici un raspuns concret ?&lt;br /&gt;Sunt oameni simpli si oameni complicati, eu ii cunosc doar pe cei complicati ?&lt;br /&gt;Sunt oameni buni si oameni indiferenti. Cei buni au plecat?&lt;br /&gt;Sunt oameni prosti sau tacuti ? &lt;br /&gt;Sunt oameni frumosi si oameni urati. Insa ma dezamagesc tot mai multi oameni frumosi, deoarece sunt urati in interior.. &lt;br /&gt;Atatea intrebari...Si atat de multa tacere..&lt;br /&gt;Atata liniste si atat de multi oameni ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1571959294297863991-5827154461920659128?l=urbanp1nk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/feeds/5827154461920659128/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1571959294297863991&amp;postID=5827154461920659128' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/5827154461920659128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/5827154461920659128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/2008/03/oameni-si-intrebari.html' title='Oameni si intrebari'/><author><name>Ana Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918092643059315200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sb0qGAEc5PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YMoZjQzR9gU/S220/HPIM0923edit.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/SEadNMYwIlI/AAAAAAAAACM/7TZ8dmapJpY/s72-c/Music_Should_be_so_Beautiful_by_Windcharmer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571959294297863991.post-407171756951090447</id><published>2008-03-05T20:44:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:39:22.735+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minimal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-struti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-minimal'/><title type='text'>Anti- minimal . Trend nou.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/SEadq2D_1wI/AAAAAAAAACU/-aaNiy8olGg/s1600-h/musiic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/SEadq2D_1wI/AAAAAAAAACU/-aaNiy8olGg/s400/musiic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208023378492905218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ultima vreme am tot observat printre diferite conversatii, discutii pe forumuri sau chiar prieteni ca a luat nastere un TREND cat se poate de nou.&lt;br /&gt;Daca asta vara trendul era sa fii " funky " si sa asculti minimal, acum asta e depasit..trebuie sa fii anti muzica minimal , anti freze si trebuie sa te bati tare cu pumnii in piept ca nu asculti richie sau villalobos pentru ca nu esti strutz. So pentru unii minimal = " strutzi " = " emo " . Ce-i asta fratilor? Cineva sa-mi explice si mie .. so, pleaaaaaaaaase help. sunt in ceata total :))&lt;br /&gt;Ma bate gandul sa fac un dictionar cu toti termenii astia, si chiar am gasit mai nou un site in care fiecare da o def pentru orice cuvant care nu se gaseste in dex. &lt;a href="http://123urban.ro"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ORi e alba ori e neagra...sunt multe de zis..&lt;br /&gt;Daca porti tenesi esti minimalist..asta de unde ati mai scos-o ? &lt;br /&gt;Acum aprox. 2 ani, daca purtam tenesi eram saraca si aveam carpe in picioare, acum ori sunt trendy ori sunt minimalista. Si daca sunt minimalista ce? What the fuck ? Ca si cum nu mai ascult minimal ca nu port tenesi si invers. &lt;br /&gt;Si pana la urma...eu nu inteleg marele deranj fata de copii care ii numiti voi struti. Cu ce ma deranjeaza pe mine ca nu stiu care baiat isi ridica podoaba capilara la 10 cm deasupra capului. Daca el e fericit asa si multumit eu de ce nu as fi cand trece pe langa mine un baiat de genul asta. Chiar nu inteleg cu ce ma degradeaza chestia asta pe mine.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt fel si fel de chestii pe care le-am auzit vis-a-vis de muzica minimal care mi-au starnit amuzamentul. &lt;br /&gt;In concluzie... Cum definiti voi muzica minimal ?&lt;br /&gt;Sincer, as putea sa ascult orice gen de muzica si tot nu cred ca mi-ar scrie pe frunte ce ascult sau ar avea vreo importanta.&lt;br /&gt;Totusi, ii inteleg intr-un fel pe oamenii care spun ca urasc minimalul sau minimalistii, pentru ca ei asociaza acesti termeni cu copiii frustrati (care se imbraca gay - pantaloni stramti neaparat si bluzon cu capete de mort/ stelute, care au parul indreptat, baieti fiind, care neaparat au cont de hai cinci unde isi publica pozele modificate, colorate pline de stelute/floricele si multe alte detalii..) de care nu au loc in cluburi sau pe strada. Sincer sunt tipi de genul asta care ma enerveaza si pe mine, si nu ca as avea ceva cu ei ci ca prin intermediul lor s-a format o parere gresita despre muzica minimal, s.a.m.d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe langa dictionarul " urban ", am gasit si un dictionar al stilurilor de muzica electronica. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MINIMAL   Adesea este doar un alt nume pentru &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ambient&lt;/span&gt;. In mod uzual este un &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;techno&lt;/span&gt; cu un beat minimal, foarte moale, asemanator &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;trance&lt;/span&gt;-ului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMBIENT   Muzica ambient a evoluat din muzica electronica experimentala a anilor '70, produsa pe sintetizatoare de artisti ca Brian Eno - fost membru al celebrei trupe Roxy Music - si Kraftwerk si din muzica techno/trance din anii '80. Intrebare: se poate dansa sau nu? Va lasam pe voi sa raspundeti, dar va dam o mana de ajutor: poate avea sau nu un beat, iar daca il are, acesta este minimal. Ambient este o muzica electronica spatioasa care se preocupa mai mult de textura sonica decat de compunere. Adesea combina sunete naturale cu cele produse de sintetizator. Este o muzica foarte repetitiva si toate sunetele par a fi la fel pentru un ascultator obisnuit, chiar daca exista diferente semnificative intre artisti. A devenit o muzica cult populara la inceputul anilor '90.&lt;br /&gt;Atribute: foarte electronica si "spacey", adesea are efecte de sunet lungi, intro-uri si break-uri, ocazional dureaza pana la 20 de minute.&lt;br /&gt;BPM: 0-140&lt;br /&gt;Exemple: The Orb, Aphex Twin, Future Sound Of London, Amorphous Androgynous, Air Liquid, Cosmic Baby, IT, Crystalsphere si multe aparitii de la label-urile Rising High, Hardkiss, Fax, Apollo si Astralwerks.&lt;br /&gt;TECHNO / TECHNO-HOUSE   De-a lungul anilor, termenul techno a insemnat multe lucruri pentru tot atat de multi oameni. Prima data a fost folosit de Kraftwerk pentru descrierea modului unic de folosire a tehnologiei in instrumentele muzicale electronice si computerizate, in timp ce faceau muzica. Odata cu evolutia techno-ului au aparut noi termeni care sa explice toate variantele sale. Au aparut termeni ca industrial sau electronic body music si apoi house, sound-ul originar din Detroit si Chicago la mijlocul anilor '80. Pionieri au fost Juan Atkins, Kenny Larkin, si Mike "Hitman" Wilson, iar techno-ul a evoluat de la underground (1984-1989), la sef al scenei rave americane (1989-1992), pana la acceptarea sa in mainstream (Top 40). Acest lucru a dus la inlocuirea lui din scena underground, locul fiind luat de trance, progressive house si alte stiluri inrudite cu house. Toate subgenurile de techno au fost create pentru a fi cantate in special in cluburi, unde piesele urmau sa fie mixate de catre DJ. Rezultatul a fost aparitia de single-uri de 12 inch si de numeroase compilatii, unde piesele puteau fi rulate multa vreme, oferind DJ-ilor un material numeros pentru seturile lor.&lt;br /&gt;Astazi, termenul techno inseamna fuziunea acestor stiluri si e prescurtarea de la techno-house.&lt;br /&gt;Prin toate aceste perioade de coborari si urcusuri, de schimbari, un singur om si-a mentinut pozitia, acesta fiind considerat bunicul miscarii techno: Talla 2XLC. Acesta, nascut si crescut in Frankfurt, Germania, a fondat primul club dedicat exclusiv techno-ului, a fondat Frontpage Magazine si a lansat impreuna cu Zoth Ommag primul label techno-house: Suck Me Plasma.&lt;br /&gt;Atribute: riff-uri grele de sintetizator-keyboard, bass in stil belgian (puternic), adesea combinate cu rap masculin si voci feminine, ofera intotdeauna cea mai intensa si frenetica energie posibila.&lt;br /&gt;BPM: 130-150&lt;br /&gt;Exemple: LA Style, Moby, Fierce Ruling Diva, Tyrell Corp., Robotico Rejecto, Klangwerk, Quadrophonia, The Orb, Aphex Twin, Prodigy, multe produse de la Radikal, Bounce si Suck Me Plasma.&lt;br /&gt;TRANCE   Definitie: se poate spune ca este un techno psihedelic, cu un beat mai rapid decat house-ul dar adesea mai complex; in background se aud snares si hi-hats, precum si linii de sintetizator. O alta definitie ar fi ca trance este locul unde techno-ul si house-ul se impreuneaza, dar are beat-uri mai grele si mai puternice. Stilul initial s-a impartit in mai multe sub-genuri: hardtrance, acid trance, trancecore, goa trance, etc.&lt;br /&gt;1992-1997 - trance-ul a evoluat din techno-ul german, folosind bass-ul acestuia si liniile de keyboards pentru a da muzicii un efect hipnotic, dar retinand in acelasi timp energia pulsatoare a muzicii din care isi trage radacinile. Exemple de artisti care au fost printre promotorii trance s-au numarat Joey Beltram - Energy Flash, CJ Bolland - The Ravesignal, Hardfloor - Hardtrance Acperience, Sven Vath - L'Esperanza.&lt;br /&gt;1998 - In ciuda unei scaderi a popularitatii stilului, care fusese inlocuit cu jungle si trip-hop, trance-ul a revenit in forta la finalul anilor '90, popularitatea sa subminand-o chiar pe cea a house-ului. Sunetul german clasic a fost schimbat si s-a inceput folosirea termenului progressive trance. Incepand cu 1998, cei mai cunoscuti DJ - Paul Oakenfold, Pete Tong, Tony de Vit, Danny Rampling, Sasha, Judge Jules - au impus stilul in super-cluburile britanice. Chiar si America si-a intors fata catre trance, fenomenul fiind condus de DJ excelenti, cum ar fi Kimball Collins si Christopher Lawrence.&lt;br /&gt;Atribute: sintetizatoare, linii de bass, keyboards complexe cu sunete cyber, in mod obisnuit instrumental.&lt;br /&gt;Exemple: Aphex Twin, HardTrance, Robert Leiner, Sun Electric, Arpeggiators, Spicelab, Barbarella, Cosmo, Raver's Nature, Marusha si orice produs de la label-urile Harthouse, D-Jax, Rough Trade, R&amp;S Records sau EX.&lt;br /&gt;Cam asa isi da cu parerea tipul care a facut siteul &lt;a href="http://www.mixed.ro/special/stiluri/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sa mai revin asupra subiectului foaaarte lung.&lt;br /&gt;Cum spuneam eu acum ceva vreme... &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Parerile sunt gratuite, de-asta sunt atat de multe.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&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/1571959294297863991-407171756951090447?l=urbanp1nk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/feeds/407171756951090447/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1571959294297863991&amp;postID=407171756951090447' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/407171756951090447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/407171756951090447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/2008/03/anti-minimal-trend-nou.html' title='Anti- minimal . Trend nou.'/><author><name>Ana Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918092643059315200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sb0qGAEc5PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YMoZjQzR9gU/S220/HPIM0923edit.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/SEadq2D_1wI/AAAAAAAAACU/-aaNiy8olGg/s72-c/musiic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571959294297863991.post-1226814581643662399</id><published>2008-03-05T20:27:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T20:27:43.221+02:00</updated><title type='text'>nimic si totusi ceva.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1571959294297863991-1226814581643662399?l=urbanp1nk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/feeds/1226814581643662399/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1571959294297863991&amp;postID=1226814581643662399' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/1226814581643662399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/1226814581643662399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/2008/03/nimic-si-totusi-ceva.html' title='nimic si totusi ceva.'/><author><name>Ana Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918092643059315200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sb0qGAEc5PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YMoZjQzR9gU/S220/HPIM0923edit.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571959294297863991.post-7794095658454690410</id><published>2008-02-29T01:53:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T01:53:48.146+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cum spuneam.... totul in viata este limitat. nu si prostia. priviti !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/urVdF1B-GYo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/urVdF1B-GYo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1571959294297863991-7794095658454690410?l=urbanp1nk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/feeds/7794095658454690410/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1571959294297863991&amp;postID=7794095658454690410' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/7794095658454690410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/7794095658454690410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/2008/02/cum-spuneam.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918092643059315200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sb0qGAEc5PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YMoZjQzR9gU/S220/HPIM0923edit.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571959294297863991.post-1502103337616756775</id><published>2008-02-29T01:40:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T01:41:42.609+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='test psihologic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paranormal'/><title type='text'>Test psihologic</title><content type='html'>hmmm ... n-am mai scris de foooooooooarte mult timp. ca sa ma revansez vin cu ceva interesant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEST PSIHOLOGIC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citeste bine intrebarea si raspunde inainte de a vedea rezultatul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nici un cunoscut de-al meu nu a raspuns (pana acum) corect la intrebare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nici eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Testul e facut de un psiholog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tipa si-a inmormantat mama. La inmormantare a cunoscut un barbat pe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;care nu-la mai vazuse pana atunci. Tipul i sa-a parut fantatstic, barbatul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;viselor ei...sa-a indragostit de el la prima vedere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand sa-a terminat inmormantarea tipul a disparut fara urma: ea nu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reusise sa-i ia nr. de telefon si nimeni nu stia cine era barbatul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dupa cateva zile tipa si-a ucis sora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intrebare: Care a fost motivul pentru care si-a ucis propria sora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gandeste-te putin inainte de a raspunde, apoi vezi raspunsul mai jos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raspuns: Spera ca tipul sa apara la inmormantare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca ai raspuns corect, gandesti ca un psihopat. Testul este elaborat de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un cunoscut psiholog american si folosit pentru. a vedea daca o persoana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gandeste ca un criminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multi ucigasi in serie au raspuns corect la intrebare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca ai raspuns corect fii dragut si da-mi de stire ca sa te sterg de pe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lista mea de contacts...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1571959294297863991-1502103337616756775?l=urbanp1nk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/feeds/1502103337616756775/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1571959294297863991&amp;postID=1502103337616756775' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/1502103337616756775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/1502103337616756775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/2008/02/test-psihologic.html' title='Test psihologic'/><author><name>Ana Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918092643059315200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sb0qGAEc5PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YMoZjQzR9gU/S220/HPIM0923edit.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571959294297863991.post-4660347316618347833</id><published>2008-01-21T13:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T13:16:57.197+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Viata are prioritate. Ti se poate intampla si tie.</title><content type='html'>Te-ai gandit vreodata ca o poti pati si tu ? Nu cred ... Se gandeste vreodata nea` Gigi ca ar putea sa moara intr-un accident, cand se grabeste sa ajunga la serviciu plin de nervi din cauza traficului insuportabil (si nu ma refer doar la Bucuresti) si a vietii de rahat care i-a fost data s-o traiasca ? Nu cred. Se gandeste " X fiu de bani" gata ca poate sa moara intr-un accident cand tocmai ce i-au luat tati si mami masina pe care si-o dorea, iar acum isi etaleaza sutele de cai putere pe strazi ? Tot nu cred. Iar in momentul cand "x fiu de bani gata" isi plimba puicuta pe care doar ce a agatat-o cu scumpa si iubita lui masinuta, oare se gandeste el ca s-ar putea sa moara odata cu el si copila aia nevinovata ? Puicuta e mai redusa ca el . Sunt sigura. Iar tie , " x fiu de bani gata " nu-ti cer sa te gandesti la ce lasi in urma sau pe cine mai iei pe tine (pentru ca sunt convinsa ca nu te duce capul atat de departe), iti cer doar sa ai macar acel spirit primitiv de supravietuire si sa te gandesti doar la tine, ca sa nu mori; pentru ca in urma ta ramane durere, raman prieteni care te iubeau, familia , desi tu nu gandesti pana aici.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gDM0FPPIb8Y&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gDM0FPPIb8Y&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amintirile si pozele a tot mai multor prieteni zac pe diverse forumuri , pe bloguri si asteapta triste sa isi aduca cineva aminte de ei; noi nu avem timp, pentru ca trebuie sa-i plangem pe cei ce mor azi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1571959294297863991-4660347316618347833?l=urbanp1nk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/feeds/4660347316618347833/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1571959294297863991&amp;postID=4660347316618347833' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/4660347316618347833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/4660347316618347833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/2008/01/viata-are-prioritate-ti-se-poate.html' title='Viata are prioritate. Ti se poate intampla si tie.'/><author><name>Ana Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918092643059315200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sb0qGAEc5PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YMoZjQzR9gU/S220/HPIM0923edit.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571959294297863991.post-6221009514490511608</id><published>2008-01-21T02:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T02:15:04.522+02:00</updated><title type='text'>In memoria prietenului nostru Edi . Poate ca altii l-au uitat. Eu nu.</title><content type='html'>Poate va intrebati de ce am pus filmuletul asta. Sau ce rost avea aici. Asa pur si simplu, pentru ca observ ca altii l-au uitat prea repede. Oare el v-ar fi uitat pe voi? Nu mai are cine sa ne raspunda acum la intrebarile astea. Rest in peace , my old friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QyvWweY3lXg&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QyvWweY3lXg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca ingerii nu mor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1571959294297863991-6221009514490511608?l=urbanp1nk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/feeds/6221009514490511608/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1571959294297863991&amp;postID=6221009514490511608' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/6221009514490511608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/6221009514490511608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/2008/01/in-memoria-prietenului-nostru-edi-poate.html' title='In memoria prietenului nostru Edi . Poate ca altii l-au uitat. Eu nu.'/><author><name>Ana Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918092643059315200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sb0qGAEc5PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YMoZjQzR9gU/S220/HPIM0923edit.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571959294297863991.post-7830131375564835470</id><published>2008-01-21T02:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T02:10:17.879+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cum se vinde porumbul pe litoral</title><content type='html'>Cum ? Pai uite asa . Probabil in vara anului 2007. Sa vedem ce urmeaza in 2008. &lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eBzeiN-bhuM&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eBzeiN-bhuM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1571959294297863991-7830131375564835470?l=urbanp1nk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/feeds/7830131375564835470/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1571959294297863991&amp;postID=7830131375564835470' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/7830131375564835470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/7830131375564835470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/2008/01/cum-se-vinde-porumbul-pe-litoral.html' title='Cum se vinde porumbul pe litoral'/><author><name>Ana Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918092643059315200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sb0qGAEc5PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YMoZjQzR9gU/S220/HPIM0923edit.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571959294297863991.post-883611939182323254</id><published>2008-01-21T01:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:39:22.871+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Soferita Blonda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/R5PgXvofGYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/zUtNZS-0vso/s1600-h/5162-1175687999187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/R5PgXvofGYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/zUtNZS-0vso/s400/5162-1175687999187.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157712696797239682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O blonda isi lasa masina la revizie. In urma ei , raman doar explicatii . Sursa : &lt;a href="http://www.gigel.org"&gt;www.gigel.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1571959294297863991-883611939182323254?l=urbanp1nk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/feeds/883611939182323254/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1571959294297863991&amp;postID=883611939182323254' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/883611939182323254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/883611939182323254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/2008/01/soferita-blonda.html' title='Soferita Blonda'/><author><name>Ana Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918092643059315200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sb0qGAEc5PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YMoZjQzR9gU/S220/HPIM0923edit.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/R5PgXvofGYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/zUtNZS-0vso/s72-c/5162-1175687999187.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571959294297863991.post-5322298850674429996</id><published>2008-01-21T01:09:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T01:11:14.255+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>O zi din viata unui copil EMO</title><content type='html'>5:00- M-a trezit surioara mai mica, iarasi a venit beata. Stie doar sa bea sis a mearga la concerte, ea nu ma iubeste… Eu cand eram de varsta ei aveam colectie de timbre. Iarasi nu pot sa adorm, va trebui sa-mi rod lacul de pe unghii.&lt;br /&gt;6:00- Imi rod lacul de pe unghii.&lt;br /&gt;7:00- A proape ca m-a vazut maicamea ca imi rod lacul de pe unghii. Mi- azis sa imi ridic din pat fundul de poponar necajit sis a ma duc la scoala. She makes me cry.&lt;br /&gt;7:05- Am inceput sa ma pregatesc de scoala, mi-am imbreacat pantalonii, stramti. Mai multe insigne, mai multe, mai multe. Fuck! Mi-a pierdut o insigna! I hate this stupide world. Sa nu imi uit caciula si sa-mi fac ochii cat mai negri.&lt;br /&gt;7:20- M-a vazut sormea. A inceput sa rada. Punkista dracului!&lt;br /&gt;7:21- Mi-a cazut o insigna. Am agatat-o la loc.&lt;br /&gt;7:28- Mi-a cazut o insigna. Am agatat-o la loc.&lt;br /&gt;7:35- Mi-am pus caciula in cap, ies din casa si observ ca imi lipseste o insigna. Am gasit-o,am agatato la loc.&lt;br /&gt;7:50- Mi-am pus un ciorap pe cap, nu caciula(ma gandeam de ce ma strange atat de rau caciula asta).!@#$ happens. M-am intors acasa, mi-am luat caciula, m-am dus la scoala.&lt;br /&gt;8:20- Am intarziat la ora, nu m-au lasat sa intru in clasa,stau pe hol. Plang.&lt;br /&gt;8:41- S-a terminatora, am intrat in clasa, mi-am aruncat geanta, am iesit pe sala si stateam trist.&lt;br /&gt;8:43- I hate my life. Stam cu emokids in cinci, plangem.&lt;br /&gt;9:00- Stau la ora si plang.&lt;br /&gt;9:10- M-au dat afara de la ora, stau pe sala, plang.&lt;br /&gt;9:15- M-m dus la baie.&lt;br /&gt;9:16- Am ajuns la baie sa ma pis. Am inceput sa plang, am uitat sa ma pis.&lt;br /&gt;9:17- Iesind de la baie mi-a cazut o insigna. In buda. L-am luat, l-am agatat la loc.&lt;br /&gt;9:18- Ma uit in oglinda, sunt dragut. Ar trebui sa-mi fac o poza.&lt;br /&gt;9:31- (pauza) Au venit emokids si au zis ca sunt tru. Trecea sormea pe langa mine si a inceput sa rada. I-am zis ca e rea. Ea mi-a dat un bocanc in fata. She makes me cry.&lt;br /&gt;9:35- Emokids i-au zis ca nu are dreptate. A inceput sa ii bata pe toti cu bocancii.&lt;br /&gt;9:37- Am vrut sa fug, m-a batut din nou.&lt;br /&gt;9:44- Stau la ora , ma dor venele.&lt;br /&gt;10:10- Am scris scrisoarea de ramas bun pe banca.&lt;br /&gt;10:12- M-a vazut profa, m-a dat afara de la ora. Stau si plang.&lt;br /&gt;10:21- Stau la cantina. Am inceput sa plang, am uitat sa mananc. A trecut sormea pe langa mine si mi-a dat un capac. Iesind de la cantina mi-a cazut o insigna in vasul cu resturi. L-am luat, l-am agatat la loc.&lt;br /&gt;10:29- M-au vazut emokids si au zis ca sunt tru.&lt;br /&gt;10.40- Stau la ora, imi scriu scrisoarea de ramas bun. Inca fara sange. Da-l in plm de sange, principal e sa fie cat mai trista.&lt;br /&gt;10:50- Am terminat de scris, am incercat sa citesc si profa m-a dat afara. Iesind din clasa mi-a cazut o insigna, a cazut dupa calorifer, am ridicat-o si am agatato la loc.&lt;br /&gt;11:11- (pauza) Emo kids au vazut insigna, auzis ca sunt tru. Le-am dat si lor sa citeasca scrisoarea. Au zis ca sunt si ma tru. Trece fratimiu, a citit si el scrisoarea si mi-a zis ca sunt un idiot, si ca ce fac nu e tru. Eu l-am intrebat ce e tru? El mi-a dat mp3-ul sa ascult la ore. Ramones si Sex Pistols.&lt;br /&gt;12:30- Ascultam muzica la ore si m-am speriat, am inceput sa plang! Am fugit din clasa. (eu steam ca fratimiu asculta cacaturi, dar nu credeam ca atat de oribile). In timp ce fugeam mi-a cazut o insigna. Al ridicat-o, am pus-o la loc. M-a ajuns profu din urma, m-a luat de guler, m-a adus in clasa si mi-a spus ca sunt poponar. Dupa m-a dat afar ape sala.&lt;br /&gt;12:45- Stau si plang.&lt;br /&gt;12:50- (pauza) le-am dat baietilor sa asculte si ei la mp3. Costica a lesinat, vasile a inceput sa planga, Vova ne-a marturisit ca a ramas fara oja roz, si a intrat intr-o depresie, Lionia in tipete a fugit, i-a cazut o insigna. Fratimiu a vazut aceasta scena, mi-a luat mp3-ul , mi-a spart fata si a zis ca suntem…&lt;br /&gt;13:00- Am inceput sa ma dau la Svetlana, mi-a zis ca sunt un poponar infect. Upi! Ma place! Stau si plang de bucurie.&lt;br /&gt;13:20- M-a dat afara profu din clasa.&lt;br /&gt;13:40- S-au terminat orele. I-am asteptat pe emokids. Pe rand scapand insigne si ridicadu-le ne-am dus spre casa. Ne-am inteles san e intalnim pe la 4.&lt;br /&gt;14:00- Am ajuns acasa, nu era nimeni, asa ca am pus Tokio Hotel, stau, imi rod lacul de pe unghii.&lt;br /&gt;14:20- A venit sormea si mi-a oprit casetofonul, s-a culcat.&lt;br /&gt;14:40- Am pornit casetofonul si am trezit-o pe sormea… Mi-a spart fata, am incercat sa ripostez…&lt;br /&gt;14:50- AAAA!!! She makes me cry.&lt;br /&gt;15:00- Stau legat de calorifer cu un ciorap in gura, cu castile in urechi. Canta ceva oribil! I want to die.&lt;br /&gt;15:10- pe la sormea au trecut niste tovarasi, am pus gecile pe mine si am inceput sa ma bata cu piciorele.&lt;br /&gt;15:20- A venit mama, a dat cu piciorul in gramada de haine si dupa gemetele scoase de mine si-a dat seama ca e cineva acolo&lt;br /&gt;15:30- Mama m-a dezlegat si m-a trimis dupa paine.&lt;br /&gt;16:00- Stau la alimentara la coada, langa mine stau niste baieti cheliosi si se uita ciudat la mine. (cred ca ma invidiaza ca am atatea insigne tari)&lt;br /&gt;16:10- M-au batut, mi-au luat banii, am incercat sa ma ridic , mi-a cazut o insigna, am agatat-o la loc.&lt;br /&gt;16:20- Am ajuns acasa, mama m-a batut si s-a dus dupa paine. @!#$ happens.&lt;br /&gt;16:30- Am intarziat la intalnirea cu emokids.&lt;br /&gt;16:35- Emokids au zis ca nu mai sunt tru.&lt;br /&gt;16:37- Mi-a cazut o insigna.&lt;br /&gt;16:40- Ne-am impacat cu emokids. Stam si plangem.&lt;br /&gt;16:55- A trecut un punkist pe langa noi. I-am zis ca e un dobitoc si sa se duca in p***** noastre. Si tot grupul nostrum (25 de personae) l-am batut! Ce adevarati suntem!!!&lt;br /&gt;17:10- Au venit 10 punkisti si ne-au batut rau de tot. ce prosti, oricum noi suntem mai tru!!!&lt;br /&gt;17:30- Adunam marunt pentru bere. (upi! Ce tru suntem)&lt;br /&gt;17:32- Vanzatoarea nu vroia sa ne dea bere.&lt;br /&gt;17:35- Am reusit sa o convingem pe vanzatoare sa ne dea bere, am luat 2 litri. (upi! Suntem mai tru de cat toti!)&lt;br /&gt;17:50- Vroiam sa deschidem, a venit sora mea si inca 4 punkisti, ne-au luat berea.&lt;br /&gt;18:00- Treceau trei tipe pe strada, am inceput sa ma dau la ele, au venit in spre mine si mi-au zis ca sunt un virgin neputincios , si sa le las in pace de poponar infect ce sunt… ce sexy sunt, ele sigur ma vor si ma invidiaza, ptentru ca am machiajul mai tru!!!&lt;br /&gt;18:15- Vova ne-a zis ca e virgin si a intrat in depresie.&lt;br /&gt;18:20- Am vazut o nunta, alexandru a zisca mireasa e imbracata in alb pentru ca e… (am hotarat san e imbracam de maine numai in alb).&lt;br /&gt;18:30- Am ajuns acasa, am mancat, si m-am dus sa ma uit la desene.&lt;br /&gt;17:00- S-au terminat desenele si m-am asezat sa imi scriu ultimul ravas.&lt;br /&gt;17:20- Ascult tokio hotel, e o formatie emo…&lt;br /&gt;19:00- a venit surioara mea mai mica, m-a batut si a plecat…&lt;br /&gt;21:00- Mama mi-a zis sa ma culc. “mama am deja 17 ani, pot sa ma rad pe picioare?”&lt;br /&gt;21:05- M-a batut mama la fund. Stau in pat si incerc sa adorm. @!#$!!&lt;br /&gt;21:10- Nu pot sa adorm, unde-mi sunt unghiile alea vopsite?&lt;br /&gt;21:15- Mi-am ros lacul de pe unghii. Am adormit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1571959294297863991-5322298850674429996?l=urbanp1nk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/feeds/5322298850674429996/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1571959294297863991&amp;postID=5322298850674429996' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/5322298850674429996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/5322298850674429996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/2008/01/o-zi-din-viata-unui-copil-emo.html' title='O zi din viata unui copil EMO'/><author><name>Ana Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918092643059315200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sb0qGAEc5PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YMoZjQzR9gU/S220/HPIM0923edit.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571959294297863991.post-2892651120178295372</id><published>2008-01-21T01:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T01:09:16.367+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='femei'/><title type='text'>Femeile si varsta</title><content type='html'>Cum ne privim pe noi insine la diferite varste?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fetita de 3 ani : Se priveste si se vede regina ..&lt;br /&gt;Fetita de 8 ani : Se priveste si se vede Cenusareasa.&lt;br /&gt;Adolescenta de 15 ani : Se priveste si vede Sora cea Urita (Mama, nu pot&lt;br /&gt;merge la scoala aratind in halul asta!!)&lt;br /&gt;Tanara de 20 de ani : Se priveste si se vede"prea grasa/ prea slaba, prea&lt;br /&gt;inalta/ prea scunda, prea cu parul lins / prea creata"- dar decide sa iasa&lt;br /&gt;oricum.&lt;br /&gt;Femeia de 30 de ani: : Se priveste si vede"prea grasa / prea slaba, prea&lt;br /&gt;inalta / prea scunda, prea&lt;br /&gt;cu parul lins / prea creata"- dar decide ca nu&lt;br /&gt;are timp sa se aranjeze, asa ca iese oricum.&lt;br /&gt;La 40 de ani: Se priveste si vede "curata" si iese oricum.&lt;br /&gt;La 50 de ani : Se priveste si vede "Sunt eu" si merge oriunde isi doreste.&lt;br /&gt;La 60 de ani: Se priveste si isi reaminteste de toti oamenii care nu se mai&lt;br /&gt;pot privi in oglinda. Iese si cucereste lumea.&lt;br /&gt;La 70 de ani : Se priveste si vede intelepciune, rasete si abilitate, iese&lt;br /&gt;si se bucura de viata.&lt;br /&gt;La 80 de ani : Nu mai pierde vremea sa se priveasca. Isi pune palaria violet&lt;br /&gt;si iese sa se bucure de lume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate ar trebui, toate, sa ne insfacam mai devreme palaria&lt;br /&gt;violet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1571959294297863991-2892651120178295372?l=urbanp1nk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/feeds/2892651120178295372/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1571959294297863991&amp;postID=2892651120178295372' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/2892651120178295372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/2892651120178295372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/2008/01/femeile-si-varsta.html' title='Femeile si varsta'/><author><name>Ana Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918092643059315200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sb0qGAEc5PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YMoZjQzR9gU/S220/HPIM0923edit.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1571959294297863991.post-2330863659202392279</id><published>2008-01-21T00:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T00:54:38.240+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog jurnal nefericire'/><title type='text'>Blogul , jurnalul nefericirii</title><content type='html'>Blogul, jurnalul nefericirii , Cotidianul&lt;br /&gt;Gabriela Cociasi&lt;br /&gt;Aparut in editia din 23 Februarie 2006&lt;br /&gt;Sint tot mai multe,  tot mai sofisticate si atrag din ce in ce mai multi internauti. Fenomenul a prins radacini si se dezvolta si in spatiul virtual romanesc. Prezenta jurnalelor electronice invadeaza Internetul si ii redefinesc felul de a fi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogul este un produs multimedia unde pot fi postate comentarii, muzica, filme sau fotografii. Mai nou, el este considerat si o forma de jurnalism deschis, in sensul ca „publicatia“ accepta, editeaza si publica articole de la cititori, articole care ajung chiar sa influenteze opinia publica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevoia de relationare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;„Pasiunea vine din placerea de a scrie si din nevoia de a comunica, intr-un mod rapid si facil. Pe linga partea personala ce vine din natura jurnalului, un blog poate fi un instrument de promovare personala, a unei companii sau a unui produs“, spune Dragos Novac, webdesigner si antreprenor la compania de software „Knopos“. El adauga ca „e o prejudecata opinia ca oamenii isi fac blog pentru ca nu au o viata sociala intensa. Astfel, modul divers de intrebuintare a unui blog implica o viata sociala relativ activa a blogerilor. „Blogul nu echivaleaza neaparat cu un jurnal, el este o «adunatura» de insemnari ordonate cronologic. Si in Romania asistam la o extindere a fenomenului: au luat avint blogurile personale din industria IT–ului . Personalitati din toate domeniile au inceput sa-si faca bloguri si asta pentru ca nu poti sa expui in media tot ce se intimpla in jur“, spune Antonio Eram, webdesigner si creatorul paginii www.WeBlog.ro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politicieni si jurnalisti la un loc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se poate spune ca blogul a aparut o data cu Internetul. „In strainatate cred ca a inceput sa se vorbeasca despre blogging in jurul anului 1998, cind era un fenomen de nisa. Printre primii care au inceput sa foloseasca un astfel de instrument sint cei care, la vremea respectiva, erau: ingineri, tocilari si mai apoi jurnalistii. Ulterior, cazuri de succes s-au inregistrat in domeniul afacerilor, al politicii sau sportului, dar era folosit si pentru socializare sau pentru crearea unor comunitati puternice“, spune Dragos Novac. Fenomenul a cunoscut o crestere semnificativa intre 2003 si 2005. „Technorati“, unul dintre cele mai importante motoare de indexare si cautare de bloguri, a monitorizat in jur de patru milioane de bloguri la sfirsitul lui 2003, opt milioane la sfirsitul lui 2004 si in jur de 27 de milioane in ianuarie anul acesta. Una dintre cele mai mari comunitati de bloguri din lume este Blogger.com, unde inveti sa-ti creezi propriul blog si poti posta jurnale, opinii, comentarii, fotografii si muzica, respectind totusi legea copywrite-ului. Blogspot.com sau Typepad.com sint, de asemenea, nume sonore in industria de profil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jurnalul de presa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exemplul elocvent de aparitie a blogului in presa este revista „Forbes“. Pe pagina web a revistei sint postate cele mai bune bloguri inspirate din politica, tehnica, economie, medicina, media, razboi, filme, celebritati. In general, jurnalistii profesionisti sau amatori folosesc blogul pentru a publica stiri de ultima ora care nu sint intotdeauna verificate. In acest caz, informatia trebuie supusa discernamintului cititorului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revista „Times“ descrie citiva bloggeri care au devenit intre timp personalitati media: Mathew Gross, din Utah, de 32 de ani, care lanseaza scriitori, Rob Malda, de 28 de ani, absolventa a unui colegiu in Michigan, si Denis Dutton, de 60 de ani, fost profesor de filosofie din Noua Zeelanda. Cei trei editori de bloguri au devenit apoi personalitati influente in media mondiala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100.000 de bloggeri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cei mai populari sint bloggerii „A-list“, care are in jur de 400-500 de oameni, personalitati din domeniile lor de interes. Printre cele mai populare bloguri sint Boing Boing (boingboing.net), Gizmodo (gizmodo.com) sau Engadget (engadget.com) . Antoine Eram spune ca „motoarele de cautare indexeaza blogurile mai repede decit o face o publicatie online. De asemenea, se poate imprastia informatia pe mai multe site-uri. Exista si o usurinta pentru crearea unui blog, nu trebuie decit sa stii sa scrii. Blogul reprezinta pina la urma un fel de brand personal transpus pe un web global. Conceptul de blogging a pornit de la link-uri, pentru ca in acest caz „se merge in retea“. Cel mai functional mod de promovare ramine totusi autopromovarea. Cu efort minim poti ajunge o vedeta. La ora actuala, in Romania exista intre 60 si 100 de mii de bloguri“, incheie Antonio Eram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Socul virtual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragos Novac crede ca „e o chestie de gust, fiecare urmareste blogurile care ii satisfac cel mai bine nevoia de informatie. In general, blogurile care acopera anumite arii de interes tind sa fie destul de urmarite datorita intelegerii informatiei specializate. Interactiunea directa cu cititorii permite verificarea rapida a informatiilor din mai multe surse si implicit crearea de filtre de incredere, care sint foarte importante in credibilitatea unui blog. De asemenea, blogurile tinute de catre formatorii de opinie din viata comunitatii, cum ar fi directori de companii, politicieni, actori sau jurnalisti, sint destul de populare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogurile pot deveni foarte acide in momentul in care dezvolta un subiect social foarte controversat. Un exemplu in acest sens este cazul lui Russ Kick si al blogului sau „The Memory Hole“, care s-a facut remarcat pe 21 aprilie 2004, cind a publicat poze ale sicrielor soldatilor americani ucisi in Irak si Afganistan. In doua zile, blogul lui Kick a avut peste patru milioane de afisari. •&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1571959294297863991-2330863659202392279?l=urbanp1nk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/feeds/2330863659202392279/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1571959294297863991&amp;postID=2330863659202392279' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/2330863659202392279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1571959294297863991/posts/default/2330863659202392279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urbanp1nk.blogspot.com/2008/01/blogul-jurnalul-nefericirii.html' title='Blogul , jurnalul nefericirii'/><author><name>Ana Pink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08918092643059315200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aSzx3Vxg_f8/Sb0qGAEc5PI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YMoZjQzR9gU/S220/HPIM0923edit.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
