<?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-6847136777858557794</id><updated>2011-10-26T01:58:31.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>buddhyz</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buddhy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847136777858557794/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buddhy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>buddhy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11940661237024970029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o7/mbuddhy/DSC00113.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847136777858557794.post-4230964286976181938</id><published>2007-03-23T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T02:57:50.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meciul lui "Doamne ajuta!"</title><content type='html'>Idee de clip - adrian georgescu (gazeta sporturilor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"scena 1. Sambata, 24 martie. Cristi Chivu, cu masta pentru protectia nasului pe figura, coboara pe scara avionului. Cateva pustoaice il aclama innebunite. Sub masca se intrevede un zambet. Capitanul coboara alene, facand inutil cu ochiul. Fetele scapa de cordonul de politisti, dar...il depasesc pe capitan si se reped spre vesnic tanarul Dorinel, care a aparut in usa avionului. Cadrul strans pe privirea nedumerita a lui Cristi, apoi pe nasul mare a lui Dorinel. Pe ecran apare scris: "Femeile stiu ce vor. Voi stiti?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scena 2. Chivu iese din cladirea aeroportului carand doua geamantane mari si incearca sa opreasca un taxi. Fara succes. Langa capitan apare o femeie frumoasa, care-si deschide doi nasturi la decolteu. Imediat, un taxi franeaza in dreptul ei, iar soferul sare sa-i ia fetei bagajele. Pe ecran apare scris: "Femeile stiu cum sa obtina ce vor. Voi stiti?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scena 3. Obosit, capitanul isi taraste bagajele spre statia de autobuz, unde este o coada formata din femei. Vine autobuzul, opreste, femeile se urca. Chivu ajunge la timp, dar nu are loc sa urce. Exasperat, Cristi isi smulge masca de pe fata si striga: "E timpul sa redevenim celebri! De data asta ne vom califica!". Fata ii e iluminata de un nimb divin, iar fetele din autobuz il privesc vrajite, cand nasul lui Cristi incepe sa creasca si sa creasca. Usa autobuzului se inchide peste nas, iar capitanul urla de durere. Pe ecran apare scris: "Terminati cu prostiile! Vedeti-va de lungul nasului!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morala: Dupa femei si autobuze nu merita sa alergati, ca vin altele. Doar calificarea merita!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un articol din gazeta sporturilor, de pe ultima pagina, pe care l-am citit azi, 23 martie 2007, cu o zi inainte de marele meci Olanda - Romania, meciul pe care eu l-am botezat "meciul lui doamne ajuta!".&lt;br /&gt;Bine ati venit in Romania, tara din Europa, a2a ulita pe dreapta. Aici, mass media este alaturi si impotriva tuturor, depinde cum bate vantul verde (al verzisorilor). De cam 2 saptamani incoace, mass-media romaneasca incearca sa isi convinga publicul (adica sa ne minta) ce mari sanse avem noi in meciul care vine si cat de bine vom juca si asa mai departe. Toate citatele mai marilor lumii fotbalului romanesc zic ca victoria este grea, dar sigura. Azi, in ziar, cu 1 zi inainte de meci, vad scris "dar si un egal ar fi bun". Maine, in ziua marelui meci, sunt convins ca voi vedea scris "mergem la victorie, dar cred ca o sa facem egal", iar duminica sunt convins ca vor fi tiparite cuvintele "am dat tot ce am putut. Nu e un capat de tara".&lt;br /&gt;Oameni buni, TREZITI-VA! Nu mai este generatia lui Hagi pe care ne inflacarau parintii cand eram mici sa o urmarim la televizor, la mondialul din America. Este generatia lui Mutu, cu sclipiri de geniu dar viata de vagabond. Sunt de acord, rezultatele cu Cehia si Spania sunt bune, frumoase, dar acum nu ne mai ajuta cu nimic. Ele sunt de moral (sa tinem minte ca la meciul cu Spania au debutat foarte multi la formatia adversa). Suntem mandri ca am batut echipa a2a a unei forte. E ca si cum Steaua ar bate echipa a2a a lui Chealsea. Oameni buni, maine sa tineti cu echipa, dar sa nu muriti de soc daca nu iese asa cum vrem noi. Traim in Romania, si nu avem timp sa murim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847136777858557794-4230964286976181938?l=buddhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buddhy.blogspot.com/feeds/4230964286976181938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847136777858557794&amp;postID=4230964286976181938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847136777858557794/posts/default/4230964286976181938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847136777858557794/posts/default/4230964286976181938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buddhy.blogspot.com/2007/03/meciul-lui-doamne-ajuta.html' title='Meciul lui &quot;Doamne ajuta!&quot;'/><author><name>buddhy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11940661237024970029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o7/mbuddhy/DSC00113.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847136777858557794.post-6773280196525769366</id><published>2007-02-25T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T23:27:32.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;First love is a kind of vaccination which saves a man from catching the complaint a second time - Balzac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...voi ati trait vreodata asa ceva? prima dragoste? cea pe care nu o vei uita toata viata? cea care, desi poate k o urasti, te vei gandi la ea mereu? care te-a marcat intr-un anume fel in care nici tu nu poti sa iti dai seama?&lt;br /&gt;am dat pe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://www.quotationspage.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; un search pe cuvantul "love". apar multe citate ale unor oameni care mai de care mai cunoscuti care pretind ca ar stii ce esti aceea dragoste, si pe care o comenteaza, cu seriozitate, cu umor, cu iritare, depinzand de fiecare, dar la final parca lasandu-ti de inteles k dragostea este in viata lor si nu pot sa faca nimic in privinta asta. uitati cate citate de genu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: That word is love - Sofocle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love isn't a decision. It's a feeling. If we could decide who we loved, it would be much simpler, but much less magical - southpark (?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women love us for our defects. If we have enough of them, they will forgive us everything, even our intellects - oscar wilde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found the paradox that if I love until it hurts, then there is no hurt, but only more love - mother teresa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu sincer spun k nu am trait sentimentul de "prima iubire". sau macar nu cred. in mintea mea nu exista nimeni care sa intre in profilul acelei fete care sa ma fi schimbat pentru totdeauna si pe care sa o tin minte toata viata. dar sa presupunem ca acest specimen de sex opus ar aparea, ar fi o relatie frumoasa si s-ar termina. si as fi fix inapoi de unde am inceput, doar cu o relatie care s-a terminat in sacul experientei. ma ajuta cu ceva?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I love quotations because it is a joy to find thoughts one might have, beautifully expressed with much authority by someone recognized wiser than oneself :D]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847136777858557794-6773280196525769366?l=buddhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buddhy.blogspot.com/feeds/6773280196525769366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847136777858557794&amp;postID=6773280196525769366' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847136777858557794/posts/default/6773280196525769366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847136777858557794/posts/default/6773280196525769366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buddhy.blogspot.com/2007/02/first-love-is-kind-of-vaccination-which.html' title='first love'/><author><name>buddhy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11940661237024970029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o7/mbuddhy/DSC00113.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847136777858557794.post-4068068465274533170</id><published>2007-02-09T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T23:18:59.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pozeaza</title><content type='html'>a poza = a lua o anumita atitudine spre a servi de model unui pictor sau unui sculptor sau spre a fi fotografiat / a-si studia gesturile, a lua o atitudine afectata pentru a produce impresie, pentru a epata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mie imi place sa fac poze. imi place zgomotul declansatorului, forma aparatului care parca se aseaza in mainile mele, imi place momentul acela in care iti tii respiratia pentru a nu misca obiectivul. unele poze ies bine. altele ies mai rau. unele arata realitatea. altele arata realitatea mascata. am poze de ambele feluri. am pozat copaci, pahare, cladiri, oameni, banci, felinare, sticle de vin, foi de caiet, oameni sarutandu-se etc. am aratat realitatea cum era daca arata bine, iar daca nu, o schimbam eu ca sa arate bine. si acest lucru nu m-a deranjat deloc. prieteni si necunoscuti deopotriva imi simpatizau lucrarile si ma laudau si felicitau pentru ele. si acest lucru nu m-a deranjat. chiar deloc.&lt;br /&gt;printre pozele mele am si oameni care au stat special pentru ca poza lor sa fie facuta. au adoptat o anumita pozitie pe care fie doreau sa o vada in poza, fie le spuneam eu sa o adopte. in termeni mai clari, am comandat unor oameni sa se schimbe pentru mine, chiar si putin, si ei s-au schimbat. au pozat. poza a iesit bine. frumoasa. a fost laudata. modelul e fericit. fotograful e fericit. caz inchis.&lt;br /&gt;dar parca ceva tot nu e in regula. asa cum eu le-am zis acelor oameni (care imi sunt prieteni si nu vreau sa se simta revoltati sau stanjeniti de ceea ce scriu aici, daca vor vedea vreodata), asa multi imi cer si mie sa fac asta. dar nu pentru poze. nu. in viata. sa fac altceva, sa fiu altcineva, sa ma comport altfel. de ce? ca sa se simta bine in jurul meu. dar de ce ar vrea sa se simta bine in jurul unei persoane langa care stiu ca nu s-ar simti bine, daca aceasta ar fi naturala? asta nu pot sa imi explic. cei ce au inventat limba ca mijloc de comunicare au numit acest fenomen "compromis". desi eu, ca ideologie, nu sunt de acord cu el, trebuie sa-l accept, la fel cum trebuie sa accept si schimbarile care mi se impun. pe care eu nu le doresc. as vrea un nou set de oameni in jurul meu. dar probabil ca si aceia vor vrea sa ma schimbe intr-un fel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(asta e si pentru tine, clau)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847136777858557794-4068068465274533170?l=buddhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buddhy.blogspot.com/feeds/4068068465274533170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847136777858557794&amp;postID=4068068465274533170' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847136777858557794/posts/default/4068068465274533170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847136777858557794/posts/default/4068068465274533170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buddhy.blogspot.com/2007/02/pozeaza.html' title='pozeaza'/><author><name>buddhy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11940661237024970029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o7/mbuddhy/DSC00113.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847136777858557794.post-4289672936068697945</id><published>2007-02-05T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T23:18:59.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>conversatie</title><content type='html'>"sa stii ca sticla aia de vin nu o sa te ajute"&lt;br /&gt;"eh nu. tu nu stii"&lt;br /&gt;"ba crede-ma ca stiu. si nu te va ajuta"&lt;br /&gt;"ba da."&lt;br /&gt;"cum?"&lt;br /&gt;"sa uit. sa zambesc. "&lt;br /&gt;"sa uiti ce? tu cam suferi, fratele meu. si de zambit, stii foarte bine ca o sticla de vin nu va face nimic pentru tine."&lt;br /&gt;"sa uit tot ce se intampla in jurul meu. iar de zambit, daca tot nu pot zambi natural, ma voi face sa zambesc"&lt;br /&gt;"si daca cazi pe jos?"&lt;br /&gt;"de aceea esti tu aici. daca cad pe jos, ma duci tu acasa"&lt;br /&gt;"ma cam satur sa te tot ridic"&lt;br /&gt;"da, dar vezi tu, noi doi suntem de nedespartit si asta e un avantaj in favoarea mea"&lt;br /&gt;"asculta-ma bine: noi doi nu suntem de nedespartit. chiar va veni o vreme in care ne vom desparti. dar acea vreme inca nu a venit. mai bine profita ca inca sunt aici si lasa sticla aia deoparte. cu fiecare inghititura a ta, eu voi deveni din ce in ce mai tare o fantoma, o pala de vant in lume. cu fiecare inghititura, eu voi disparea. nu vrei asta nu?"&lt;br /&gt;"..."&lt;br /&gt;"asta vrei?"&lt;br /&gt;"nu"&lt;br /&gt;"bun. acum lasa sticla aia deoparte ca si asa esti destul de jos si si asa mi-e greu sa te ridic. daca mai intervine si ea, atunci o sa-mi fie imposibil sa te mai aduc pe picioare. cred ca noi doi avem cateva lucruri de discutat despre viata in general, frate"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sor, e alta versiune pentru acel copil din tine. copilul din mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847136777858557794-4289672936068697945?l=buddhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buddhy.blogspot.com/feeds/4289672936068697945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847136777858557794&amp;postID=4289672936068697945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847136777858557794/posts/default/4289672936068697945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847136777858557794/posts/default/4289672936068697945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buddhy.blogspot.com/2007/02/conversatie.html' title='conversatie'/><author><name>buddhy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11940661237024970029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o7/mbuddhy/DSC00113.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847136777858557794.post-5868537834366914752</id><published>2007-01-21T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T12:43:17.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>scrisoare catre tine</title><content type='html'>draga mea r. stiu ca probabil ma vei considera nebun pentru ca iti scris aceasta scrisoare dar pentru moment aceasta nu este problema mea. as prefera ca aceste cuvinte sa ramana intre noi, dar daca nu va fi asa, asta e.&lt;br /&gt;de cand ne-am despartit acum 1 sapt si 5 zile mi-am nutrit toate sentimentele fata de tine, de la dragoste, ura, dispret, mila s.a.m.d. nu sunt mandru de mine ca am facut asta, dar nici nu o regret. am stat zile in sir gandindu-ma cine a gresit si cu ce, de ce s-a terminat totul. cum ziceam si mai sus, probabil ca mai vei considera nebun scriindu-ti toate acestea, dar asta e. stiu ca noi doi am fost impreuna o perioada foarte scurta de timp si ca in mod normal aceasta nu ar trebui sa insemne nimic, dar nu a fost asa. mi-am nutrit un semntiment pentru tine, nu neaparat dragoste, dar ceva intens si foarte frumos. nu mi-am luat nici o masura de siguranta in eventualitatea lucrului care s-a intamplat, asa ca sentimentul a evoluat in timp, desi noi 2 eram departe unul de altul. sentimentul acesta a fost foarte frumos si ma incanta gandul la el. si iti multumesc pentru asta.&lt;br /&gt;motivul pentru care iti scriu aceste randuri este ca vreau sa ma descarc de sentimentele pe care le-am avut in ultimile aproximativ 2 saptamani si sa iti multumesc ca ai avut initiativa onorabila de a incheia pana nu a devenit ireparabil, ca totul sa se vindece mai usor. multe persoane nu ar face asta (daca intradevar asta ai facut).  iti multumesc inca o data. vreau ca sentimentul pe care l-am avut fata de tine sa ramana o amintire frumoasa in mintea mea si orice altceva ce ar putea sa perturbe amintirea asta sa dispara, orice urma de ura, dispret etc.  vreau sa zambesc si cand ma v-a intreba cineva daca am fost cu tine sa ii raspund: "da, am fost cu ea si a fost frumos". vreau sa o incheiem cum se incheie povestile in filme. stiu ca probabil tu nu ai simtit chiar asa ceva pentru mine si nu te condamn deloc pentru asta. eu sunt un om mai ciudat la acest capitol. si nu stiu ce ai gandit si ai simtit pentru mine in ultimile 2 saptamani, dar daca au fost aceleasi sentimente ca si ale mele, sper sa fie sterse si acestea cu buretele. sa ramanem impreuna dar despartiti.&lt;br /&gt;al tau&lt;br /&gt;mihai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847136777858557794-5868537834366914752?l=buddhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buddhy.blogspot.com/feeds/5868537834366914752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847136777858557794&amp;postID=5868537834366914752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847136777858557794/posts/default/5868537834366914752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847136777858557794/posts/default/5868537834366914752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buddhy.blogspot.com/2007/01/scrisoare-catre-tine.html' title='scrisoare catre tine'/><author><name>buddhy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11940661237024970029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o7/mbuddhy/DSC00113.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847136777858557794.post-2820435210972197295</id><published>2007-01-14T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T06:23:58.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>razbunarea</title><content type='html'>There is no revenge so complete as forgiveness - Josh Billings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;razbunarea. doar arma intunericului ce s-a aruncat peste mintea ta, o cortina ce iti zbuciuma vederea si iti multiplica sentimentele, pana acestea ajung la ceva ce nu mai poate fi controlat. multi ar zice "doar intunecand intunericul poti ajunge la lumina" (un citat din blogul unui prieten), atunci daca trebuie sa ma razbun pentru a-mi capata luciditatea lumii, atunci asa sa fie. dar razbunarea nu este un pic cam supraapreciata? daca o fiinta draga iti face un rau si, desi tu tii la ea, t razbuni, vei ajunge, poate, sa iti para rau de aceasta fapta a ta, facuta fizic sau psihic. acum, aceasta fiinta draga poate accepta lovitura, stiind ca razbunarea este doar o dezlantuire a sentimentelor, in care ratiunea nu prea se implica, sau se poate razbuna si ea la randul sau. acest lant ar putea tine o vesnicie, rupand ceea ce exista intre cele doua persoane. asa ca ne intrebam: c s-ar fi intamplat daca nu te-ai fi razbunat tu din prima instanta? ai fi innebunit? posbil, dar improbabil. te-ai fi consumat? posibil si probabil. ai ajunge sa iti consumi sentimentele, sa accepti ca restul din jur te pot face las pentru ca nu ai reactionat, dar in principiu viata ar merge inainte, prietenii adevarati tot prieteni iti vor ramane, lumea din jurul tau nu se schimba cu nimic&lt;br /&gt;dar atunci dc tot ma simt ca mai bine ma razbun?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847136777858557794-2820435210972197295?l=buddhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buddhy.blogspot.com/feeds/2820435210972197295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847136777858557794&amp;postID=2820435210972197295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847136777858557794/posts/default/2820435210972197295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847136777858557794/posts/default/2820435210972197295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buddhy.blogspot.com/2007/01/razbunarea.html' title='razbunarea'/><author><name>buddhy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11940661237024970029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o7/mbuddhy/DSC00113.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847136777858557794.post-91800533683025770</id><published>2007-01-13T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T01:18:28.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yq_F_fOgmFk/RaijUD3s5NI/AAAAAAAAABQ/WhxE9tj8KlU/s1600-h/1168577111_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019441349736064210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yq_F_fOgmFk/RaijUD3s5NI/AAAAAAAAABQ/WhxE9tj8KlU/s400/1168577111_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yq_F_fOgmFk/RaijLT3s5MI/AAAAAAAAABI/WlEiYTyYPTI/s1600-h/1156813069_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019441199412208834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yq_F_fOgmFk/RaijLT3s5MI/AAAAAAAAABI/WlEiYTyYPTI/s400/1156813069_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;viata a devenit chiar plictisitoare de cateva zile incoace. nu am nici o idee pentru ce imi duc zilele una dupa alta. nu e nimic fantasmagoric, emotionant, superb, super califragilistic care sa se intample. bah, dar si lenea e ceva, nu?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847136777858557794-91800533683025770?l=buddhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yq_F_fOgmFk/RaijUD3s5NI/AAAAAAAAABQ/WhxE9tj8KlU/s72-c/1168577111_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847136777858557794.post-681276080230725714</id><published>2007-01-12T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T03:47:34.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>we're bachelors baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yq_F_fOgmFk/Rad1ND3s5LI/AAAAAAAAAAs/NeJ8sLxspcA/s1600-h/1163360459_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019109176965391538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yq_F_fOgmFk/Rad1ND3s5LI/AAAAAAAAAAs/NeJ8sLxspcA/s400/1163360459_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yq_F_fOgmFk/Rad1ID3s5KI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_Qeew5UG6aA/s1600-h/1163200846_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019109091066045602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yq_F_fOgmFk/Rad1ID3s5KI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_Qeew5UG6aA/s400/1163200846_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yq_F_fOgmFk/Rad1Dj3s5JI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ExhdfIT9J2g/s1600-h/1163123051_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019109013756634258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yq_F_fOgmFk/Rad1Dj3s5JI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ExhdfIT9J2g/s400/1163123051_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yq_F_fOgmFk/Rad02z3s5II/AAAAAAAAAAU/BVL8EkWOuUw/s1600-h/1163007111_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019108794713302146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yq_F_fOgmFk/Rad02z3s5II/AAAAAAAAAAU/BVL8EkWOuUw/s400/1163007111_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. zilele astea, ca si asa nu am prea servit scoala, am gasit tot felul de glume despre &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yq_F_fOgmFk/Rad0RT3s5HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/O3wn6dqA3lk/s1600-h/1163007109_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019108150468207730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 352px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" height="115" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yq_F_fOgmFk/Rad0RT3s5HI/AAAAAAAAAAM/O3wn6dqA3lk/s320/1163007109_f.jpg" width="336" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bachelors (aka burlaci). sa tot razi nu alta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847136777858557794-681276080230725714?l=buddhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yq_F_fOgmFk/Rad1ND3s5LI/AAAAAAAAAAs/NeJ8sLxspcA/s72-c/1163360459_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847136777858557794.post-3559857272682446634</id><published>2007-01-11T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T02:23:17.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o7/mbuddhy/DSC00157600x402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o7/mbuddhy/DSC00157600x402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...poza aceasta a insemnat ceva. am facut-o cu un anumit scop, pentru o anumita persoana. acum, ea nu mai inseamna nimic. de ce? nu stiu. ce s-a intamplat? nici asta nu stiu. va mai insemna ea vreodata ceva? din nou nu stiu. stiu ceva? da. stiu k sunt trist. imi ajunge pentru moment. cat timp voi fi trist? nu stiu. voi fi din nou fericit? probabil. cand? nu stiu. cu aceeasi persoana? nu stiu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chiar credeam ca va fii bine. de ce ma insel eu mereu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847136777858557794-3559857272682446634?l=buddhy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buddhy.blogspot.com/feeds/3559857272682446634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847136777858557794&amp;postID=3559857272682446634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847136777858557794/posts/default/3559857272682446634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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