<?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-33209230</id><updated>2011-10-14T01:17:47.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bulletproof heart</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>miss moneypenny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33209230.post-2191301643487961304</id><published>2008-08-15T18:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T18:25:38.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HorrorPops - Ghouls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/d_YFxP2EK18' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/d_YFxP2EK18'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33209230-2191301643487961304?l=senseofdisorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/feeds/2191301643487961304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33209230&amp;postID=2191301643487961304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/2191301643487961304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/2191301643487961304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/2008/08/horrorpops-ghouls.html' title='HorrorPops - Ghouls'/><author><name>miss moneypenny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33209230.post-2793526695259294882</id><published>2008-01-01T10:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T10:34:29.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOOD STAIN CHILD - FREEDOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/2oi-8xl7uZs' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/2oi-8xl7uZs'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am uitat sa zic ca am descoperit aceasta formatie printr-un prieten...totally awesome! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33209230-2793526695259294882?l=senseofdisorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/feeds/2793526695259294882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33209230&amp;postID=2793526695259294882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/2793526695259294882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/2793526695259294882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/2008/01/blood-stain-child-freedom.html' title='BLOOD STAIN CHILD - FREEDOM'/><author><name>miss moneypenny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33209230.post-631488939020622405</id><published>2007-09-21T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T02:11:34.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>news!</title><content type='html'>Blogul meu s-a mutat la un frate . Acum e &lt;a href="http://senseofdisorder.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://senseofdisorder.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33209230-631488939020622405?l=senseofdisorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/feeds/631488939020622405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33209230&amp;postID=631488939020622405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/631488939020622405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/631488939020622405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/2007/09/news.html' title='news!'/><author><name>miss moneypenny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33209230.post-1695189020090260912</id><published>2007-07-09T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T04:03:40.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mai mergem si la mare...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VUr-nCsuPhw/RpIVysFmYqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/DO1P019vwCU/s1600-h/Pic048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085150889827000994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VUr-nCsuPhw/RpIVysFmYqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/DO1P019vwCU/s320/Pic048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VUr-nCsuPhw/RpIVf8FmYpI/AAAAAAAAAA0/yj6xFNGW1OU/s1600-h/Pic027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085150567704453778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VUr-nCsuPhw/RpIVf8FmYpI/AAAAAAAAAA0/yj6xFNGW1OU/s320/Pic027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VUr-nCsuPhw/RpIVQMFmYoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Klo1YJ1FPrs/s1600-h/Pic036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085150297121514114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VUr-nCsuPhw/RpIVQMFmYoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Klo1YJ1FPrs/s320/Pic036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VUr-nCsuPhw/RpITTsFmYnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NBmACjaQUqQ/s1600-h/Pic055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085148158227800690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VUr-nCsuPhw/RpITTsFmYnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NBmACjaQUqQ/s320/Pic055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Impropriu spus pentru mine, avand in vedere ca locuiesc in Constanta....o sa intelegeti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deci...cu inceputul...am plecat joi din Bucuresti spre Constanta cu mare drag de invatat si gandindu-ma ca pana sambata oi invata eu ceva pentru frumosul examen de biochimie ('te-n gura hormonule). Bineinteles randamentul meu este putin mai scazut fata de frumoasa farmacologie (9, respect, me iz smart). In afara de asta, oameni multi la mine in casa. Nu numai. Oameni care nu intelg ei ce inseamna sa inveti pt un examen la frumoasa-mi facultate. Sa zicem. Am o restanta, mai merge una, nu? Sa speram ca nu o sa fie cazul dar...oricum plecarea de sambata spre Vama nu a fost anulata. La momentul la care a fost sosirea mea in vama, ajung pe plaja. Diana este rosie. Nu stiu daca ati vazut vreodata culoarea rosie. As in blood - red. De fapt toata lumea era arsa (unii mai erau si cu vanatai : salut copii! ). Numai eu aveam asa un fel de chef de viata. Oricum seara e prea frumoasa acolo incat sa nu trec peste astfel de detalii. A doua zi o trezire a la popandau la 6 a.m. Vreme mult prea insorita. Bronzata a la soferi doar pe partea stanga. Stiti ca detalii prea fantastice despre ce s-a intamplat pe acolo nu o sa dau(in dulcele meu stil). Dar cum s spune...o imagine face cat o mie de cuvinte. Deci....la mai multe plecari la mare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si pentru ca unii colocatari, prieteni, mda, imi zic ca deja ma pierd in spiritul bucurestean. Na ma baieti, mai vin pe la voi. La mare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/33209230-1695189020090260912?l=senseofdisorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/feeds/1695189020090260912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33209230&amp;postID=1695189020090260912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/1695189020090260912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/1695189020090260912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/2007/07/mai-mergem-si-la-mare.html' title='mai mergem si la mare...'/><author><name>miss moneypenny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VUr-nCsuPhw/RpIVysFmYqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/DO1P019vwCU/s72-c/Pic048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33209230.post-6594037525271874283</id><published>2007-06-28T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T01:50:44.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ai em sic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VUr-nCsuPhw/RoN178FmYmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qA-tOG-ERZ4/s1600-h/emo54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081034477206397538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VUr-nCsuPhw/RoN178FmYmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qA-tOG-ERZ4/s320/emo54.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se pare ca sunt bolnava / sick / malade. Adica faza cu atacurile de panica nu era draguta nici inainte dar acum e vara si ghici ce...e cald. Si ghici ce... nu am pofta de mancare. Si ghici ce... am ajuns la urgenta duminica si mi-a zis una intr-un halat colorat ca am spasmofilie. Misto. Si ce daca? Da, dar apoi a urmat replica simpatica. Ca nu are rost sa vin de mai multe ori acolo ca sa imi spuna aceeasi chestie. Si sa mi faca calciu intravenos. Ci mai bine ma duc la un &lt;strong&gt;psihiatru&lt;/strong&gt;. Voi stiti diferenta dintre un psihiatru si un &lt;strong&gt;psiholog&lt;/strong&gt;? Ca eu da. Cum poate sa iti zica un om care &lt;em&gt;a banuit&lt;/em&gt; ca ai cinestiece probleme cu capu' sa iti faca direct trimitere spre 9 cand tu nu ai fost la un psiholog inca..? (nu, nu mi-a dat trimitere la 9, nu am inca dunga rosie pe buletin...etcaetera)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cha cha cha.&lt;/strong&gt; De aia nu mi place mie la spital. Mai ales la rahatul ala de SUUB. &lt;strong&gt;Motherfuckers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33209230-6594037525271874283?l=senseofdisorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/feeds/6594037525271874283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33209230&amp;postID=6594037525271874283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/6594037525271874283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/6594037525271874283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/2007/06/ai-em-sic.html' title='ai em sic!'/><author><name>miss moneypenny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VUr-nCsuPhw/RoN178FmYmI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qA-tOG-ERZ4/s72-c/emo54.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33209230.post-6790297333323606920</id><published>2007-06-27T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T15:00:08.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hm</title><content type='html'>M-am trezit prea de dimineata azi? Am intrat intr-o lume paralela? Sunt eu nebuna? Mi-am dat seama ca unii oameni despre care nu aveam o parere formata s-au ridicat de unde ii lasasem eu, s-au ridicat sus sus suuuus, iar eu nu am vazut asta. Unde eram? Ce faceam? Si de ce?&lt;br /&gt;Mesajul asta e cam codificat. Dar cum e posibil ca persoane pe care le cunosti de atata timp sa se schimbe atat de repede? Si chiar daca... as fi vrut sa fiu acolo sa vad aceasta schimbare. Sa fac parte din ea. Sa ma ajute si pe mine sa ma ridic, mai sus. Pentru ca imi dau seama ca sunt intr-un loc in care mi-e imposibil sa ma ridic in momentul asta. Pentru ca sunt anesteziata. Pentru ca nu ma pot misca. Sunt pe o linie de plutire, dar nu mai vreau sa plutesc. Vreau sa cobor si sa urc. Si sa pot sa fiu atenta, sa vad cand se intampla asta.&lt;br /&gt;Absenta. Prin asta se explica totul. Sunt absenta, nu numai din viata altora. Ci si din viata mea de multe ori. Ma las sa exist intr-un dulce nimic, un foarte dulce atat si in cel mai dulce nu-mi pasa. Si asta nu e bine. Da, asa am trecut peste toate kkturile care mi s-au intamplat, si a fost ok. Dar nu e o metoda prin care sa mi traiesc viata.&lt;br /&gt;Acum...ce sa zic? Sa promit ca o sa fiu acolo sa va vad cum urcati? Nu pot. Si nu vreau. Dar o sa incerc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33209230-6790297333323606920?l=senseofdisorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/feeds/6790297333323606920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33209230&amp;postID=6790297333323606920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/6790297333323606920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/6790297333323606920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/2007/06/hm.html' title='hm'/><author><name>miss moneypenny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33209230.post-2649184600575745462</id><published>2007-05-13T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T07:37:53.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm...games....</title><content type='html'>old games, new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://free-game-downloads.mosw.com/"&gt;http://free-game-downloads.mosw.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33209230-2649184600575745462?l=senseofdisorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/feeds/2649184600575745462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33209230&amp;postID=2649184600575745462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/2649184600575745462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/2649184600575745462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/2007/05/hmmmgames.html' title='hmmm...games....'/><author><name>miss moneypenny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33209230.post-6034511835400467096</id><published>2007-05-06T06:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T06:10:49.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aprilie</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/59642633@N00/483758623/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/215/483758623_b6b9fb035d.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/59642633@N00/483758623/"&gt;aprilie&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/59642633@N00/"&gt;morepillzforlesspeople&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	ma simt ca intr-o continua mascarada,&lt;br /&gt;desi promisesem ca lasam mastile deoparte.&lt;br /&gt;nimeni nu vrea nimic de la tine&lt;br /&gt;si nimic de la mine.&lt;br /&gt;suntem noi cei care ne simtim datori&lt;br /&gt;sa dam explicatii,&lt;br /&gt;sa indreptam erori,&lt;br /&gt;desi inca avem surasul de prunc imprimat in noi.&lt;br /&gt;ma simt ca si cum lumea se invarte prea repede,&lt;br /&gt;e un carusel al nebunilor,&lt;br /&gt;nu pot sa tin pasul,&lt;br /&gt;pot doar sa joc rolul ce-l stiu pe de rost;&lt;br /&gt;cat despre trenul dorintelor noastre... &lt;br /&gt;acesta s-a oprit demult,&lt;br /&gt;dar refuzam sa-l lasam,&lt;br /&gt;caci stim ca mai bine de atat nu ar fi fost.&lt;br /&gt;si vad cum se perinda prin noi&lt;br /&gt;dureri si simtiri&lt;br /&gt;iubiri si taceri.&lt;br /&gt;(si te intrebi de ce ma ascund?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33209230-6034511835400467096?l=senseofdisorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/feeds/6034511835400467096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33209230&amp;postID=6034511835400467096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/6034511835400467096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/6034511835400467096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/2007/05/aprilie.html' title='aprilie'/><author><name>miss moneypenny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/215/483758623_b6b9fb035d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33209230.post-615700580201304172</id><published>2007-02-27T02:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T02:09:37.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Johnny Cash God's Gonna Cut You Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/1e0EQlQXoEo' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/1e0EQlQXoEo'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But as sure as God made black and white&lt;br /&gt;What's done in the dark will be brought to the light&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33209230-615700580201304172?l=senseofdisorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/feeds/615700580201304172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33209230&amp;postID=615700580201304172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/615700580201304172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/615700580201304172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/2007/02/johnny-cash-god-gonna-cut-you-down.html' title='Johnny Cash God&amp;#39;s Gonna Cut You Down'/><author><name>miss moneypenny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33209230.post-5723594641233138665</id><published>2007-02-22T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T06:14:41.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>azi ne testam :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#F8E8FF;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Underwear Says About You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FCF3FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/theunderwearoracle/underwear.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When you're bad, you're very bad. And when you're good, you're still trouble!&lt;br /&gt;You're comfortable in your own skin - and don't care to impress anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/theunderwearoracle/"&gt;The Underwear Oracle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#B6B6C2;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Learn French&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D7D6DE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatlanguageshouldyoulearnquiz/french.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;C'est super! You appreciate the finer things in life... wine, art, cheese, love affairs.You are definitely a Parisian at heart. You just need your tongue to catch up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatlanguageshouldyoulearnquiz/"&gt;What Language Should You Learn?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Famous Last Words Will Be:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatwillyourfamouslastwordsbequiz/death3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"I dunno, press the button and find out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatwillyourfamouslastwordsbequiz/"&gt;What Will Your Famous Last Words Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Theme Song is Beautiful Day by U2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourthemesongquiz/beautiful-day.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Sky falls, you feel likeIt's a beautiful dayDon't let it get away"&lt;br /&gt;You see the beauty in life, especially in ordinary everyday moments.And if you're feeling down, even that seems a little beautiful too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourthemesongquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Theme Song?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#98FB98;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 50% Weird&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CAFBCA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/weird-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Normal enough to know that you're weird...But too damn weird to do anything about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/"&gt;How Weird Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#E6E6FA;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: May 10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F2F2FB"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Independent and dominant, you tend to be the alpha dog in most situations.You're very confident, and hardly anything ever shakes you.Mundane tasks tend to drain you - you prefer to be making great plans.You are quite original. When people don't "get" you, it bothers you a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your ability to gain respect&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: Caring too much what others think&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Orange-red&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Letter X&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who Should Paint You: Andy Warhol&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatartistshouldpaintyourportraitquiz/andy-warhol.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You've got an interested edge that would be reflected in any portraitYou don't need any fancy paint techniques to stand out from the crowd!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatartistshouldpaintyourportraitquiz/"&gt;What Artist Should Paint Your Portrait?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Surrealism&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatartmovementareyouquiz/surrealism.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dreamy and idealistic, you've created a world that is all your own.It's very likely that you've either dabbled in drugs or are naturally trippy.You are always trying to push beyond the boundaries of your culture and society.You believe that art, love, and freedom can change the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatartmovementareyouquiz/"&gt;What Art Movement Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh...I'm tired...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33209230-5723594641233138665?l=senseofdisorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/feeds/5723594641233138665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33209230&amp;postID=5723594641233138665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/5723594641233138665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/5723594641233138665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/2007/02/azi-ne-testam.html' title='azi ne testam :)'/><author><name>miss moneypenny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33209230.post-175287512074838603</id><published>2007-02-05T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T15:09:50.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Anachronism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VUr-nCsuPhw/Rce5HeqFKRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FJnYTh8SgtQ/s1600-h/dresdentop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028191047122233618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VUr-nCsuPhw/Rce5HeqFKRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FJnYTh8SgtQ/s320/dresdentop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...this time it's the Dresden Dolls. Sunt absorbita de cateva zile in muzica lor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;some lyrics:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you can tell&lt;br /&gt;from the scars on my arms&lt;br /&gt;and the cracks in my hips&lt;br /&gt;and the dents in my car&lt;br /&gt;and the blisters on my lips&lt;br /&gt;that i'm not the carefullest of girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you can tell&lt;br /&gt;from the glass on the floor&lt;br /&gt;and the strings that're breaking&lt;br /&gt;and i keep on breaking more&lt;br /&gt;and it looks like i am shaking&lt;br /&gt;but it's just the temperature&lt;br /&gt;then again&lt;br /&gt;if it were any colder i could disengage&lt;br /&gt;if i were any older i could act my age&lt;br /&gt;but i dont think that youd believe me&lt;br /&gt;it's&lt;br /&gt;not&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;way&lt;br /&gt;i'm&lt;br /&gt;meant&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;be&lt;br /&gt;it's just the way the operation made me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you can tell&lt;br /&gt;from the state of my room&lt;br /&gt;that they let me out too soon&lt;br /&gt;and the pills that i ate&lt;br /&gt;came a couple days too late&lt;br /&gt;and i've got some issues to work through&lt;br /&gt;there i go again&lt;br /&gt;pretending to be you&lt;br /&gt;make-believing&lt;br /&gt;that i have a soul beneath the surface&lt;br /&gt;trying to convince you&lt;br /&gt;it was accidentally on purpose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not so serious&lt;br /&gt;this passion is a plagerism&lt;br /&gt;i might join your century&lt;br /&gt;but only on a rare occasion&lt;br /&gt;i was taken out&lt;br /&gt;before the labor pains set in and now&lt;br /&gt;behold the world's worst accident&lt;br /&gt;i am the girl anachronism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you can tell&lt;br /&gt;from the red in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and the bruises on my thighs&lt;br /&gt;and the knots in my hair&lt;br /&gt;and the bathtub full of flies&lt;br /&gt;that i'm not right now at all&lt;br /&gt;there i go again&lt;br /&gt;pretending that i'll fall&lt;br /&gt;don't call the doctors&lt;br /&gt;they've seen it all before&lt;br /&gt;they'll say just&lt;br /&gt;let&lt;br /&gt;her&lt;br /&gt;crash&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;burn&lt;br /&gt;she'll learn&lt;br /&gt;the attention just encourages her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you can tell&lt;br /&gt;from the full-body cast&lt;br /&gt;that you're sorry that you asked&lt;br /&gt;that you did everything you could&lt;br /&gt;(like any decent person would)&lt;br /&gt;but i might be catching so don't touch&lt;br /&gt;you'll start believing youre immune to gravity and stuff&lt;br /&gt;don't get me wet&lt;br /&gt;because the bandages will all come off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you can tell&lt;br /&gt;from the smoke at the stake&lt;br /&gt;that the current state is critical&lt;br /&gt;well it is the little things, for instance:&lt;br /&gt;in the time it takes to break it she can make up ten excuses:&lt;br /&gt;please excuse her for the day, its just the way the medication makes her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't necessarily believe there is a cure for this&lt;br /&gt;so i might join your century but only as a doubtful guest&lt;br /&gt;i was too precarious removed as a caesarian&lt;br /&gt;behold the worlds worst accident&lt;br /&gt;I AM THE GIRL ANACHRONISM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33209230-175287512074838603?l=senseofdisorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/feeds/175287512074838603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33209230&amp;postID=175287512074838603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/175287512074838603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/175287512074838603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/2007/02/girl-anachronism.html' title='Girl Anachronism'/><author><name>miss moneypenny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VUr-nCsuPhw/Rce5HeqFKRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FJnYTh8SgtQ/s72-c/dresdentop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33209230.post-116897855955532871</id><published>2007-01-16T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T12:25:33.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pescuit de prin bloage</title><content type='html'>i had to do it.&lt;br /&gt;1.Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesnt make sense. NO CHEATING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.How are you feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;NoFX - Punk Guy&lt;br /&gt;2.Will you get far in life?&lt;br /&gt;Brand New - Sic transit gloria...glory fades&lt;br /&gt;3.How do your friends see you?&lt;br /&gt;Placebo- Lady of the flowers&lt;br /&gt;4.Will you get married?&lt;br /&gt;Toy Dolls - Rupert the bear&lt;br /&gt;5.What is your best friend’s theme song?&lt;br /&gt;Tool - The Patient&lt;br /&gt;6.What is the story of your life?&lt;br /&gt;Nouvelle Vague - Too drunk to fuck&lt;br /&gt;7.What was high school like?&lt;br /&gt;Cake - You're never there (=)) so true!)&lt;br /&gt;8.How can you get ahead in life?&lt;br /&gt;Placebo - Hang on to your IQ&lt;br /&gt;9.What is the best thing about your friends?&lt;br /&gt;Tool - The pot&lt;br /&gt;10.What is in store for this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;Royksopp - Beautiful day without you (:D)&lt;br /&gt;11.What song describes you?&lt;br /&gt;Placebo - Post blue&lt;br /&gt;12.To describe your grandparents?&lt;br /&gt;Noir desir - Le vent nous portera&lt;br /&gt;13.How is your life going?&lt;br /&gt;Pennywise - Fuck authority&lt;br /&gt;14.What song will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Angelic Upstarts - Solidarity&lt;br /&gt;15.How does the world see you?&lt;br /&gt;OCS - Ultimul om&lt;br /&gt;16.Will you have a happy life?&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead - Optimistic&lt;br /&gt;17.What do your friends really think of you?&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Cash - Ring of fire&lt;br /&gt;18.Do people secretly lust after you ?&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead - How can you make sure&lt;br /&gt;19.How can I make myself happy?&lt;br /&gt;Weezer - Uptown girl&lt;br /&gt;20.What should you do with your life?&lt;br /&gt;Liquido - Narcotic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this WAS fun :D&lt;br /&gt;PS. nuuu, chiar nu am trisat.pe bune.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33209230-116897855955532871?l=senseofdisorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/feeds/116897855955532871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33209230&amp;postID=116897855955532871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/116897855955532871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/116897855955532871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/2007/01/pescuit-de-prin-bloage.html' title='pescuit de prin bloage'/><author><name>miss moneypenny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33209230.post-116671760471692017</id><published>2006-12-21T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T08:54:57.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged yet again:D</title><content type='html'>primit de la Ioana:)&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3418/1815/1600/142097/vacanta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3418/1815/320/618326/vacanta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Luati cartea cea mai la indemana, deschideti la pagina 18 si scrieti aici al 4-lea rand&lt;br /&gt;Viata raurilor dimpotriva, sa participe oare la activitatea societatii umane?&lt;br /&gt;2. Fara sa verificati, cat e ora?&lt;br /&gt;18:00&lt;br /&gt;3. Verificati&lt;br /&gt;17:53&lt;br /&gt;4. Cum sunteti imbracat?&lt;br /&gt;Tricou cu tweety si pantaloni sport.&lt;br /&gt;5. Inainte de a raspunde la acest chestionar, la ce va uitati?&lt;br /&gt;La lista de winamp.&lt;br /&gt;6. Ce zgomot auziti in afara celui al calculatorului?&lt;br /&gt;Apa curgand la baie si muzica din LOTR.&lt;br /&gt;7. Cand ati iesit ultima data si ce ati facut cu ocazia respectiva?&lt;br /&gt;Astazi, m-am dus la facultate si profu’ ne-a zis sa mergem acasa asa ca am mers intr-o cafenea.&lt;br /&gt;8. Ati visat ieri noapte?&lt;br /&gt;Da, mult.&lt;br /&gt;9. Cand ati ras ultima oara?&lt;br /&gt;Azi.&lt;br /&gt;10. Ce aveti pe peretii incaperii unde sunteti?&lt;br /&gt;Un hipopotam (de plus), un ceas in forma de dinte, si si un poster de la National Geographic.&lt;br /&gt;11. Daca ati deveni multimilionar peste noapte, care ar fi primul lucru pe care l-ati cumpara?&lt;br /&gt;O casa. In Romania.&lt;br /&gt;12. Care este ultimul film pe care l-ati vazut?&lt;br /&gt;Dogma.&lt;br /&gt;13. Ati vazut ceva neobisnuit astazi?&lt;br /&gt;Nu.&lt;br /&gt;14) Ce parere aveti despre acest chestionar?&lt;br /&gt;E ok&lt;br /&gt;15. Spuneti-ne ceva ce nu stim inca&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca am copii&lt;br /&gt;16.Care ar fi prenumele copilului dvs. daca ar fi vorba de o fetita?&lt;br /&gt;Alexandra/Mara&lt;br /&gt;17. Care ar fi prenumele copilului dvs. daca ar fi vorba de un baiat?&lt;br /&gt;Igor/Vlad&lt;br /&gt;18. V-ati gandit deja sa locuiti in strainatate?&lt;br /&gt;Nu prea&lt;br /&gt;19. Ce ati dori ca D-zeu sa va spuna cand intrati pe Portile Raiului?&lt;br /&gt;You can stay&lt;br /&gt;20. Daca ati putea schimba ceva in lume in afara de politica, ce ati schimba?&lt;br /&gt;In loc de bani s-ar folosi pietre&lt;br /&gt;21. Va place sa dansati?&lt;br /&gt;Uneori&lt;br /&gt;22. George Bush?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t even get me started..&lt;br /&gt;23) Care a fost ultima chestie pe care ati vazut-o la televizor?&lt;br /&gt;Un videoclip… The Cardigans – For what it’s worth&lt;br /&gt;24) Care sunt cele 4 persoane care ar trebui sa preia acest chestionar?&lt;br /&gt;ma gandesc la &lt;a href="http://zanatik.blogspot.com"&gt;Lina&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-yffXSfAjY5m30E_.rCflDS9CmOsI"&gt;Diana&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-Zk3z2do4eL.8IIFucw--?cq=1"&gt;Diddy&lt;/a&gt; si &lt;a href="http://uk.blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-rJlM57Y1frH6pikQq3tzHQY9mA--?cq=1"&gt;Simo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33209230-116671760471692017?l=senseofdisorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/feeds/116671760471692017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33209230&amp;postID=116671760471692017' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/116671760471692017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/116671760471692017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/2006/12/tagged-yet-againd.html' title='tagged yet again:D'/><author><name>miss moneypenny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33209230.post-116631265288921715</id><published>2006-12-16T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T15:44:12.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nu are titlu. si nici nu are nevoie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3418/1815/1600/228207/avatrr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3418/1815/320/341356/avatrr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt înconjurată de toate gândurile ce nu vor să îmi dea pace, nu vor să plece şi nici eu nu vreau să plece.Nu vreau nimic de fapt în afară de cerul de deasupra mea. Mă gândesc prea mult, prea puţin, însă clar, sunt numai fragmente din membrana mea de cristal în care sunt înfăşurată. De fapt tot ce e în jurul sufletului meu dispare prea uşor.Nu plâng deşi în mine totul se rupe, nu plâng fiindcă nu sunt puternică, nu pot să mă mişc când eşti aici. Nu pot să respir când pleci. Şi încă aştept, încă te aştept.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33209230-116631265288921715?l=senseofdisorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/feeds/116631265288921715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33209230&amp;postID=116631265288921715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/116631265288921715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/116631265288921715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/2006/12/nu-are-titlu-si-nici-nu-are-nevoie.html' title='nu are titlu. si nici nu are nevoie.'/><author><name>miss moneypenny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33209230.post-116556793297968513</id><published>2006-12-08T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T00:52:12.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's see each other again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.livingpictures.org/imagesanimals/birds/soaringgull1bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.livingpictures.org/imagesanimals/birds/soaringgull1bw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acum...pot sa scriu si eu ceva care sa nu implice vreo carte favorita, vreo formatie favorita, vreun loc favorit...&lt;br /&gt;acum vreo cateva zile ma duceam cu mare chef de viata la facultate. m-am gandit ca ar fi bine sa iau metroul deoarece era marti dimineata, ora 7:20, si .... imi imaginam ca daca merg cu autobuzul voi sta probabil lipita de vreun geam pentru juma de ora...&lt;br /&gt;si cum ma indreptam eu alene spre statia de metrou, la un moment dat vad niste pasari care se tot roteau pe deasupra mea, dar foarte aproape de pamant (nici eu nu's prea inalta). una, doua, trei. ma simteam ca iarna pe malul marii. ma napadesc amintirile, mi-e dor de casa.&lt;br /&gt;trec insa mai departe. ma uit deasupra mea. deasupra carrefour-ului erau vreo cateva sute de pasari, mici, mari, mijlocii, care spuneau la revedere, plecam, ne vedem la anul. un soi de dans pe care il faceau ele. nimic special ai putea spune tu, dar ar fi trebuit sa fii acolo sa vezi. sa simti ca vrei si tu sa zbori cu ele. spre un loc mai bun, mai cald.&lt;br /&gt;de ce scriu asta abia acum?&lt;br /&gt;pe 6 decembrie, am fost ultima oara in Kogalniceanu, nr.3. Toti oamenii aia care se invarteau pe acolo in acelasi dans mi-au amintit de pasarile de marti.&lt;br /&gt;"la revedere, ne vedem din nou, cand se va face iar cald"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33209230-116556793297968513?l=senseofdisorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/feeds/116556793297968513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33209230&amp;postID=116556793297968513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/116556793297968513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/116556793297968513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/2006/12/lets-see-each-other-again.html' title='let&apos;s see each other again'/><author><name>miss moneypenny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33209230.post-116556702396563898</id><published>2006-12-08T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T00:37:03.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>leapsa...</title><content type='html'>Mi-a fost reamintita datoria mea fata de leapsa, multumesc &lt;a href="http://peekee.blogspot.com"&gt;Iulia&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;Motivul pentru care am evitat-o pe asta, e acela ca o carte favorita e aproape mereu aia pe care o citesti ultima intr-o anumita perioada. La 15 ani, as fi spus "Cuore" :D&lt;br /&gt;Acum, daca tot tre sa zic ceva...probabil e "Portretul lui Dorian Gray". Anyway, who wants to live forever?&lt;br /&gt;Cei trei nominalizati sunt : &lt;a href="http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-yffXSfAjY5m30E_.rCflDS9CmOsI"&gt;Diana&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-6KQhsVM.RKoXAOCfmXIpTw--?cq=1"&gt;Lina&lt;/a&gt; si &lt;a href="http://uk.blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-rJlM57Y1frH6pikQq3tzHQY9mA--?cq=1"&gt;Simo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33209230-116556702396563898?l=senseofdisorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/feeds/116556702396563898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33209230&amp;postID=116556702396563898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/116556702396563898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/116556702396563898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/2006/12/leapsa.html' title='leapsa...'/><author><name>miss moneypenny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33209230.post-116470964471127352</id><published>2006-11-28T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T02:27:24.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is the new shit</title><content type='html'>poate că viaţa nu mi-a oferit prea multe&lt;br /&gt;poate că noaptea nu-mi aduce nici un vis&lt;br /&gt;care să mă poată scoate dintr-o stare&lt;br /&gt;din care nu mă poate salva nici acel râs&lt;br /&gt;poate că mâinile-mi sunt arme&lt;br /&gt;poate că lacrimile-mi sunt surâs&lt;br /&gt;şi totuşi nu pot uita nici clipa&lt;br /&gt;când cel surâs s-a transformat în plâns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poate mi-e somn &lt;br /&gt;şi vreau să fiu stingheră&lt;br /&gt;între apus şi răsărit&lt;br /&gt;poate mi-e frig&lt;br /&gt;şi vreau să stau în ploaie&lt;br /&gt;contemplând la ce s-a dus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33209230-116470964471127352?l=senseofdisorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/feeds/116470964471127352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33209230&amp;postID=116470964471127352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/116470964471127352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/116470964471127352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-is-new-shit.html' title='this is the new shit'/><author><name>miss moneypenny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33209230.post-116024120523408495</id><published>2006-10-07T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T10:13:27.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Everybody Wants To Be A Cat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/YAID_yuFOSY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/2006/10/everybody-wants-to-be-cat.html' title=''/><author><name>miss moneypenny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33209230.post-116005401334437302</id><published>2006-10-05T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T06:13:33.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...leapsa???</title><content type='html'>Hm...deci...cum sa va explic am primit leapsa(bucuresteana) de la &lt;a href="http://peekee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Iulia&lt;/a&gt;... asa ca nah, ma prezint la datorie...&lt;br /&gt;1. Trei locuri care imi plac in Bucuresti:&lt;br /&gt;*Parculetul de langa facultatea mea...pentru ca e mai putina fumaraie ca la bufet, si pentru ca pot sta linistita cat vreau acolo (dupa cum a spus o femeie de serviciu dupa ce m-a vazut lungita pe o banca intr-o seara)&lt;br /&gt;*Herastrau. Pentru ca e mare. Si arata foarte deprimant iarna.&lt;br /&gt;*Orice parculet care are leagane :D Ce pot spune? Nu am trecut inca de varsta "aia"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Trei locuri pe care le detest în Bucuresti:&lt;br /&gt;*Piata Romana. Numai fitze. Si la cum imi plac mie fitzele...&lt;br /&gt;*Universitate, TNB. Pentru ca nu pot sa stau 2 minute linistita fara sa ma intrebe cineva daca nu am 5 mii sau sa simt priviri fixate asupra mea (eh, probleme psihice, stati linistiti...nu sunt contagioase...)&lt;br /&gt;*Gara de Nord. Pentru ca trebuie sa te taxeze ca sa poti intra in gara. Mie mi se pare ilogic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Patru localuri in care imi place sa ies cu prietenii:&lt;br /&gt;*Under. Cam oriunde ne-am intalni si orice am planui tot acolo ajungem.&lt;br /&gt;*Piranha. Pentru ca e relaxant sa ies cu prietena mea acolo sa bem un pahar de vin, aproape de casa, fara stres, fara facultate, fara probleme. Si aproape fara bani:)) ce mama naibii, doar suntem caministe :))&lt;br /&gt;*Che pasa. Pentru ca m-au obisnuit anumiti colegi si acum a ajuns sa imi placa si mie. You little devils!&lt;br /&gt;*CoolCat. Imi plac la nebunie pernele :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Trei lucruri pe care un occidental (urban) nu le-ar intelege la Bucuresti:&lt;br /&gt;*Se fumeaza peste tot. Tigarete. In afara de tren, mai nou.&lt;br /&gt;*Modul in care auzi la orice colt de strada o manea. (A propos am vazut la metrou o reclama la nush ce radio cu Costi "Valoare". I mean...WTF?)&lt;br /&gt;*Noi nu ne culcam niciodata devreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Cel mai de fite cartier:&lt;br /&gt;Avand in vedere ca nu cunosc cartierele de genul asta asa de bine... nu stiu... sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Cel mai urat cartier: Berceni. Definitely. Never liked it never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cui sa il dau mai departe. Pe aici nu mai stiu pe nimeni. Dar cred ca : &lt;a href="http://360.yahoo.com/profile-74GkuyoierCu.e63c2e.BKmn"&gt;Savy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://360.yahoo.com/profile-yffXSfAjY5m30E_.rCflDS9CmOsI"&gt;Diana the tramp&lt;/a&gt; si &lt;a href="http://360.yahoo.com/profile-6KQhsVM.RKoXAOCfmXIpTw--?cq=1"&gt;Lina&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://360.yahoo.com/profile-74GkuyoierCu.e63c2e.BKmn"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33209230-116005401334437302?l=senseofdisorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/feeds/116005401334437302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33209230&amp;postID=116005401334437302' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/116005401334437302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/116005401334437302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/2006/10/leapsa.html' title='...leapsa???'/><author><name>miss moneypenny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33209230.post-115989065597808660</id><published>2006-10-03T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T08:50:55.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pentru schimbare</title><content type='html'>Iar se aglomereaza lucrurile. Dupa o perioada de liniste parca zaresc si furtuna. Si asta nu e neaparat un lucru rau.&lt;br /&gt;A inceput facultatea, sunt anul 3 (da...si mie mi se pare bizar sa zic asta...), m-am cam chinuit sa ajung aici, dar deh e vina mea, asa ca nu ma plang. In schimb sunt fara restante iar! Yupee!&lt;br /&gt;A venit toamna deci o noua sesiune de concerte, alta muzica, alte stari de spirit... Iar stau sa ma gandesc ce era in capul meu anul trecut pe vremea asta. Alt om, alt sentiment. Totul se schimba si a inceput sa doara mai putin. Da, se spune ca &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taurii&lt;/span&gt; sunt conservatori si comozi si lenesi si incapatanati. Eh, dar au si momentele lor liberale. Asa ca...pentru schimbare!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33209230-115989065597808660?l=senseofdisorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/feeds/115989065597808660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33209230&amp;postID=115989065597808660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/115989065597808660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/115989065597808660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/2006/10/pentru-schimbare.html' title='pentru schimbare'/><author><name>miss moneypenny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33209230.post-115947541018344472</id><published>2006-09-28T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T13:30:10.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>despre...si...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cbr.ubc.ca/images/Vials.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.cbr.ubc.ca/images/Vials.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange pumnul.&lt;br /&gt;O sa usture putin, dar...nu e insuportabil...nu?!&lt;br /&gt;Daca nu te relaxezi o sa te doara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam asta e tot ce trebuie sa faci, sa strangi pumnul, sa te relaxezi apoi, o sa te usture. Si apoi cand te vei trezi nu o sa mai ai nici un semn. Pana data viitoare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33209230-115947541018344472?l=senseofdisorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/feeds/115947541018344472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33209230&amp;postID=115947541018344472' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/115947541018344472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/115947541018344472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/2006/09/despresi.html' title='despre...si...'/><author><name>miss moneypenny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33209230.post-115908837768886495</id><published>2006-09-24T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T01:59:37.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cu metroul...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.boysdinamo99.pisem.net/Bucuresti/metrou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.boysdinamo99.pisem.net/Bucuresti/metrou.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In dimineata asta am de gand sa va povestesc pataniile mele cu metroul. Stiu, de obicei, iau metroul 3 statii plus inca una (bonus). Dar nu si azi dimineata. Aseara am dormit la skma asa ca... Aparatorii Patriei m-au pandit azi dimineata. Sau eu pe ei. Am ajuns acolo, adica jos pe peron, si am observat ca nu era cine stie ce lume... bun, bun, pot sa stau si eu jos fara sa se uite vreo baba urat la mine, in gandul meu. De obicei ma deranjeaza sa astept prea mult metroul, dar nu si acum. Pentru ca azi e duminica, si e mult mai dragut duminica in momentul in care stii ca nu ai nimic de facut, decat luni cu metroul, cand astepti de 10 minute metroul, si ca sa vezi : nu mai vine!&lt;br /&gt;Dar sa revin la peronul meu de la Aparatori. Trec 5 minute. 10 minute. Deja oamenii se inmultesc, se inmultesc si nervii unora banuiesc.. Mai trec 5 minute. Ce sa mai, la un moment dat mi-am dat seama ca am stat 30 de minute acolo. Cand deodata aud o voce isterizata! O femeie se dusese la cei care erau la vanzare la cartele de metrou si incepuse sa tipe. "Voua nu va e rusine, ca asteptam metroul de 30 de minute, daa' ce  suntem noi aici, va bateti joc de noi????!!!!" Ati inteles...Am retinut si eu ceva mai scurt, deh, desi monologul (ca asta era) a durat ceva minute... In sinea mea ma bufnea rasul... Adica de fapt chiar radeam mai intr-o parte asa... Adica mi se pare chiar aiurea sa te duci la niste vanzatori de cartele sa tipi la ei si sa le ceri dreptate...si sa vina metroul. Nu? Da, si io credeam ca am dreptate cand gandesc asta. Numai ca surpriza mea a fost o tanti si mai isterizata ... "Da!DA! Asa ar trebui sa facem toti"&lt;br /&gt;Deja incepusem sa ma enervez.&lt;br /&gt;Mai departe... Vine metroul...Da' scrie Piata Sudului pe el. Hm...parca scria altceva in mod normal. Ca sa aflu ca de fapt era un fel de "metrou-caraus" care se plimba pe la IMGB-Aparatori-Piata Sudului. Da, asta facea. Si lua calatorii care in momentul in care ajungeau la Piata Sudului, se urcau intr-un alt metrou care ii astepta si ii ducea foarte frumos la Unirea si asa mai departe. Ma rog, discutii gen pe vremea lui Ceausescu era mai bine, ne-au distrus vietile, copiii in tara asta nu au nici un viitor, bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;Concluzia. Mersul cu metroul duminica dimineata dauneaza grav sanatatii (mentale).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33209230-115908837768886495?l=senseofdisorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/feeds/115908837768886495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33209230&amp;postID=115908837768886495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/115908837768886495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/115908837768886495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/2006/09/cu-metroul.html' title='Cu metroul...'/><author><name>miss moneypenny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33209230.post-115896496077807394</id><published>2006-09-22T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T15:42:40.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facem tot ce vrei!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3418/1815/1600/T41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3418/1815/320/T41.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stii ce? M-am saturat de toate chestiile pe care le aud/vad in legatura cu tine... Nu crezi ca mi-a ajuns cat am stat sa ma gandesc la ceea ce mi-a facut mie? Nu vreau sa stiu ce iti face tie. Nu pentru ca nu imi pasa, dar probabil m-ar ucide. Hai sa cantam peste ceva timp "song to say goodbye" impreuna si sa ne bagam picioarele in ceea ce ne-a facut si continua sa faca. Sau ce vrei tu. Uite, iti promit ca de data asta o sa te las sa asculti ce vrei tu. Chiar si porcaria aia pe care o ascultai penultima oara cand am fost langa tine. Stiu ca pana la urma faci ce vrei. Poate ca noi chiar semanam putin.&lt;br /&gt;Si nu mai vreau sa aud o gramada de discursuri fara rost in care se repeta aceleasi cuvinte, numai topica fiind diferita. Si vreau sa fiu putin doar putin lasata in pace. Si sa ma gandesc daca o sa existe si cd-ul 2 la soundtrackul ala. Probabil ca da, daca vrei te las pe tine sa il faci. De fapt azi te las sa faci ce vrei. Poti sa si tipi la mine daca vrei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33209230-115896496077807394?l=senseofdisorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/feeds/115896496077807394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33209230&amp;postID=115896496077807394' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/115896496077807394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/115896496077807394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/2006/09/facem-tot-ce-vrei.html' title='Facem tot ce vrei!'/><author><name>miss moneypenny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33209230.post-115887256130671018</id><published>2006-09-21T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T14:02:41.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It`s only a game...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3418/1815/1600/hmmmm1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3418/1815/320/hmmmm1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is only a game, girls. It's a bit different from the games you've seen before, but that's what it is. You don't always have swords and mana and people that you can control. But you have popularity, and love, and friendship. And this table is a game table. We lay our cards on it and in the end the winner takes it all. You don't have a charm that can make people be nice to you. You have popularity, in which everybody is nice, but only on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;You can play it. But it's the only game that might kill you. So beware!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33209230-115887256130671018?l=senseofdisorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/feeds/115887256130671018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33209230&amp;postID=115887256130671018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/115887256130671018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/115887256130671018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-only-game.html' title='It`s only a game...'/><author><name>miss moneypenny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33209230.post-115879357478786301</id><published>2006-09-20T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T16:06:14.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last cigarette..(for tonite of course)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3418/1815/1600/Copy%20of%20t6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3418/1815/320/Copy%20of%20t6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So...fumez ultima tigara pe noaptea de azi..cam tarziu...oamenii "normali" se culca mai devreme nu? Eh, who gives a fuck anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Nici un blog nu mai stiu sa mai scriu ca lumea (nu ca pana acum as fi facut-o...) Am facut si eu un anume test/quiz cu ce carte mi se potriveste ca stil. "Alice in Wonderland". S-ar putea avand in vedere ca sunt ca un copil care descopera si redescopera lumea in ultima vreme. Redescopar prieteniile. Singuratatea. Stiu ca ma contrazic dar pana la urma tre sa le imbini pe amandoua, dupa parerea mea. Nu mi-ar place sa fiu mereu cu multi oameni, la fel cum nu mi-ar place sa fiu mereu singura. Dar sunt acele momente care...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Busy life right now. Examene la care nici nu mai sper, sunt deja pierduta in spatiu... Nah, ca am mai aprins una. Asta ca sa fac mai repede legaturi intre ceea ce e in capul meu si ceea ce degetele mele tasteaza. Bine nu chiar atat de repede cum mi-as dori, ca la ce e in capul meu... Ziceam de examene... As vrea sa ma trezesc pe 2 octombrie, evident cu examenele luate. Si sa ma duc la facultate, dar nu ca sa ma stresez ca peste x zile am examen si bineinteles nu am invatat nimic.. Too much coffee, too much smoke, too much chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;And too much disappointment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33209230-115879357478786301?l=senseofdisorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/feeds/115879357478786301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33209230&amp;postID=115879357478786301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/115879357478786301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/115879357478786301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/2006/09/last-cigarettefor-tonite-of-course.html' title='Last cigarette..(for tonite of course)'/><author><name>miss moneypenny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33209230.post-115852983916566079</id><published>2006-09-17T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T15:09:51.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SickBoy</title><content type='html'>man ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.aol.com/groovydougie/quizzes/sickboy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.aol.com/groovydougie/quizzes/trainspotting.htm"&gt;Which Trainspotting Character Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="0" width="275"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(129, 172, 201);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Which Requiem for a Dream character are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(216, 233, 237);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/smilexlines/1091051492_tuffMarion.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Harry, I love you.  You make me feel like a person, like I'm me and I'm beautiful.  -Marion&lt;br /&gt;Take this &lt;a target="quizilla" style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);" href="http://quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=17&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/smilexlines/quizzes/Which+Requiem+for+a+Dream+character+are+you%3F"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/" target="quizilla"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/codepastes/30qzlogo.gif" style="padding: 2px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt; |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=21&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/register"&gt;Join&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| &lt;a style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=20&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/makeaquiz.php"&gt;Make A Quiz&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=42&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/smilexlines/quizzes/"&gt;More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=19&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/codepastes/?quizid=741424"&gt;Grab Code&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.liquidgeneration.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.liquidgeneration.com/quiz/images/villain_hannibal.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33209230-115852983916566079?l=senseofdisorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/feeds/115852983916566079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33209230&amp;postID=115852983916566079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/115852983916566079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/115852983916566079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/2006/09/sickboy.html' title='SickBoy'/><author><name>miss moneypenny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33209230.post-115850746755927881</id><published>2006-09-17T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T08:37:47.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this got me thinkin'....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3418/1815/1600/ad1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3418/1815/320/ad1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azi am participat la un "joc" in care trebuia sa spun niste chestii despre mine, chestii care unora le-ar parea "ciudate". am scris cateva, si mi-a fost destul de greu, pt ca nu consider ca anumite chestii sunt ciudate, adica pentru mine sunt absolut normale. asa ca sunt mult mai multeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;1. Cand eram in generala furam lemne (aveam soba in clasa) si veneam si bateam baietii de la bloc. Cateodata, cand colegele mele vedeau cate o basculanta sau o masina mare cu lemne, se gandeau la mine. Cred ca si acum se gandesc la mine cand vad asa ceva.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;2. Niciodata nu mi-a placut numele meu cand eram mica si imi tot inventam nume ca sa vad care mi se potriveste mai bine. Am incercat : Bianca, Ramona, Ioana. Acum ca's mai mare si am aflat ca Adina inseamna "delicata"...nu, nici acum nu imi place..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;3. Imi plac Placebo atat de mult incat, daca as avea bani, m-as duce la fiecare concert al lor. Sau m-as face groupie. Sau as deveni demon si as intra in corpul lu` nevasta-sa lui Brian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;4. Cand eram mica de tot, in perioada aia in care toti copiii cereau papa, caca chestii din astea eu nu ziceam nimic. Mai veneau oamenii mari pe la mine sa vada daca mai respir. Eh, acum recuperez linistea de atunci.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;5. Niciodata nu mi-a placut sa ma trezesc de dimineata, nu stiu ce o sa ma fac cand o sa lucrez. Ma gandesc adesea de ce nu dormim pe rand, i mean all the people. Unii noaptea, unii ziua. Let it be a night time job.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;6. Imi place sa cant colinde. Vara, iarna, toamna, primavara. Probabil k si in timp ce citesti asta, cant unul.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;7. Pot sa ma apuc de invatat abia dupa ce m-au apucat remuscarile ca am avut 10 zile in care puteam sa invat si tocmai au trecut 9.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;8. Trec foarte repede de la o stare la alta. Acum sunt fericita, peste 10 minute sunt la un pas de deprimare, peste inca 10 minute dansez prin casa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;9. Sunt norocoasa, de obicei. Daca am pentru exemplu de invatat pt un examen 300 de pagini de teorie si eu le citesc pe primele 150 exista o mare posibilitate sa imi pice majoritatea subiectelor din astea citite. (nu zic ca nu exista si exceptii...altfel nu as avea restante nu?) Se spune ca daca gasesti un gainatz pe fereastra de la masina sau daca mai calci in caca ai noroc. La mine cred ca e invers, tin minte ca inaintea unui examen a facut un porumbel caca pe mine, si nimic...:))...ma rog am luat 6 dar puteam sa iau 8 nu?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;10. Daca ma despart de cineva exista posibilitatea cam 75% sa ma impac dupa un timp cu acea persoana.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;cred..ca mai sunt..dar e un inceput bun..zic eu :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33209230-115850746755927881?l=senseofdisorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/feeds/115850746755927881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33209230&amp;postID=115850746755927881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/115850746755927881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/115850746755927881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-got-me-thinkin.html' title='this got me thinkin&apos;....'/><author><name>miss moneypenny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33209230.post-115755163132780500</id><published>2006-09-06T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T07:07:11.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman, times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt; "...ceea ce cautam noi nu se gaseste aici..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incerc sa imi tin picioarele pe pamant in timp ce mainile se misca in aer intr-o muzica pe care o aud doar eu. M-am intrebat mereu oare cum ar suna soundtrackul vietii mele. Poate cand m-am nascut era pe fundal "I saved the world today" de la Eurythmics si poate chiar o auzeam pe Annie cantand dintr-un colt "hey hey I saved the world today everybody's happy now, the bad things gone away". Cel putin ironic asa ar trebui sa sune.&lt;br /&gt;Ce momente importante mai exista in viata? (Pentru ca stiti ca in filme baga cate o melodie in momentele cruciale...) Presupun ca momentul cand mi-a murit prima oara cineva important in viata. Atunci cand am vrut sa fug departe departe departe si sa nu stiu ca exista moarte. Si nu am reusit pentru ca stiam ca daca plec de acolo nu o sa mai vad persoana aia niciodata. Poate ar fi mers poate Suede cu "By the sea"...versuri cum sunt "She can walk out anytime anytime she wants to walk out, that's fine. She can walk out anytime anytime she feels that life has passed her by. And when I start my new life I won't touch the ground, I'm gonna try hard this time not to touch the ground."&lt;br /&gt;In continuare, un alt moment destul de interesant pentru mine a fost cand mi-am dat seama ca pe langa ascultat muzica pot s-o si cant. A fost o micuta revelatie. Pana atunci nici nu deschisesem gura sa cant vreodata. Poate doar la dus. Poate ar fi mers "Exit Music" cu Radiohead (wake from your sleep, the drying of your tears, today we escape, we escape). Cred ca in momentul ala am scapat de toata timiditatea care m-a inconjurat pana atunci. Desi melodia e putin cam deprimanta, cred ca ar fi mers.&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca toata lumea are o greseala din tinerete pe care o regreta si mai tarziu, si se intreaba dar daca.. Dar alegerea ar fi dus la alte multe variabile, care pot primi aceeasi intrebare. "Like the naked leads the blind, I know I'm selfish, I'm unkind. Sucker love I always find, someone to bruise and leave behind." Mai trebuie sa zic cine canta? Placebo.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru momentele frustrante din liceu cand te lupti (intr-un fel si fara sa vrei) ca sa obtii privirile celorlalti, sa fii "popular"...chiar melodia cu acelasi nume (Nada Surf). Nici nu mai citez, cred ca toata lumea o stie. Pentru momentul in care nu mi-a mai pasat de asta: "Passenger" (Deftones). Adica "This time wont you please drive faster? roll the windows down, this cool night air is curious, let the whole world look in, who cares who sees anything?"&lt;br /&gt;Pentru prima oara cand m-am indragostit. Asta e grea. Am cateva nominalizate. Prima ... "Passive aggressive" (Placebo): "Every time I rise I see you falling, can you find me space inside your bleeding heart?". O alta tot de la Placebo ar fi... "Post Blue". "It's in the water baby, it's in the pills that pick you up, it's in the water baby, it's in the special way we fuck, it's in the water baby, it's in your family tree, it's in the water baby, it's between you and me".&lt;br /&gt;Pentru despartirea de care o sa vorbesc si momentul de refacere, care a persistat mult..."Maybe we're victims of fate, remember when we'd celebrate, we'd drink and get high until late and now we're all alone...Wedding bells ain't gonna chime with both of us guilty of crime and both of us sentenced to time and now we're all alone". (Placebo - "Protect me from what I want")&lt;br /&gt;Iar cand voi muri vreau sa se auda pe fundal Leni.&lt;br /&gt;"I kneel before her, beneath this frozen sky&lt;br /&gt;Beneath her shoulder, beneath her evil eye&lt;br /&gt;She towers over this male who is a fly&lt;br /&gt;My sci-fi lullaby"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In curand, pe ecrane. Cu Surround.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33209230-115755163132780500?l=senseofdisorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/feeds/115755163132780500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33209230&amp;postID=115755163132780500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/115755163132780500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/115755163132780500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>miss moneypenny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33209230.post-115749497716529428</id><published>2006-09-05T15:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T15:22:57.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La ceva timp...</title><content type='html'>La aproape 2 ani si 7 luni dupa...11 februarie 2004(adica atunci cand am scris-o)..si aproape 5 ani dupa...11 septembrie 2001....mi-am amintit de poezia asta...&lt;br /&gt;Cine nu stie ce reprezinta datele astea ... vedeti ca e un X in coltul dreapta sus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman, times, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt; Când cele unsprezece suflete s-au stins&lt;br /&gt;Din ochii noştri s-au desprins atâtea lacrimi&lt;br /&gt;Când cele unsprezece steaguri s-au ridicat&lt;br /&gt;Cu toate erau unul şi unul erau toate&lt;br /&gt;Când cele unsprezece guri au tăcut&lt;br /&gt;Condeiul meu a continuat să scrie&lt;br /&gt;Şi atunci când cele unsprezece minute s-au scurs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu plânge, chiar de cele unsprezece lacrimi&lt;br /&gt;Nu pot rămâne numai pe retina ta&lt;br /&gt;Nu ţipa, chiar dacă cele unsprezece răni&lt;br /&gt;Te dor încât nu mai poţi respira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Şi unsprezece zile am uitat ce-i viaţa&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am amintit-o doar când aţi murit&lt;br /&gt;Şi cele unsprezece lupte şi războaie nu sunt sfinte&lt;br /&gt;Doar unsprezece pretexte pentru a ne lovi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu unsprezece voci noi ridicăm o rugăciune&lt;br /&gt;Spre cel ce unul singur este&lt;br /&gt;  Să nu uităm că nu sunt decât unsprezece morţi&lt;br /&gt;Restul sunt încă vii în amintirea noastră&lt;br /&gt;Şi nu plânge din nou, te rog,&lt;br /&gt;Ştii bine că unsprezece lacrimi&lt;br /&gt;Ne-ajung doar pentru unsprezece vieţi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33209230-115749497716529428?l=senseofdisorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/feeds/115749497716529428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33209230&amp;postID=115749497716529428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/115749497716529428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/115749497716529428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/2006/09/la-ceva-timp_05.html' title='La ceva timp...'/><author><name>miss moneypenny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33209230.post-115719908965252655</id><published>2006-09-02T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T05:11:29.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un bilet spre tinerete..</title><content type='html'>Aseara am fost in Expirat. Nu mai fusesem demult...si m-am hotarat sa combat serile plictisitoare in care trebuie sa ma hotarasc daca ma culc la ora 1 sau la 1 jumate...asa k am plecat in fantasticulexpirat...&lt;br /&gt;Nu trebuie sa mai zic ca pana la ora 2 eram putin ametita (avand in vedere ca bausem un vin inainte si am ajuns acolo unde am baut bere)...asa ca am iesit afara in fata barului, se facuse si aglomeratie...si la cum iubesc eu multimile...&lt;br /&gt;Stateam jos cand un tip s-a bagat in seama cu mine, bineinteles din partea mea a primit numai raspunsuri substantiale (gen da, nu, poate)...da'nu asta a fost faza... Nu stiu cum m-am bagat in seama cu un nenea care era p acolo...50 d ani avea, am aflat mai tarziu...&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca i-am cerut o tigara...si nu stiu... am vorbit ceva timp si l-am intrebat de ce nu intra (yeah stupid me!) si mi-a zis ca nu ii dau voie inauntru pentru ca e batran. Stiu e cam freaky sa intri intr-un club si sa vezi mosi miscandu-se pe muzica...dar de data asta chiar imi parea rau. Adik...damn it. Ca sa imi povesteasca despre sotia lui cu care mergea in toate discotecile in tinerete. Care acuma era moarta. Si dupa aia m-a intrebat de ce nu sunt la Stufstock... ei...si atunci mi-am amintit ca am o invitatie la stuf in buzunar. L-am intrebat daca vrea sa mearga si in momentul urmator i-am pasat invitatia...&lt;br /&gt;Concluzia e ca... tanarul cu intrebarile inteligente la care raspundeam monosilabic... a disparut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33209230-115719908965252655?l=senseofdisorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/feeds/115719908965252655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33209230&amp;postID=115719908965252655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/115719908965252655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/115719908965252655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/2006/09/un-bilet-spre-tinerete.html' title='Un bilet spre tinerete..'/><author><name>miss moneypenny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33209230.post-115675790799823071</id><published>2006-08-28T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T02:38:28.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ce crizati!</title><content type='html'>Sambata. Constanta.&lt;br /&gt;Concert Crize. Stiu ca e amuzant. Dar e Constanta. Si desi nu imi plac crizatii ma duc. Surpriza, trupa din deschidere suna foarte bine. 16mm adica.&lt;br /&gt;Bere multa, muzica multa, tigari multe, e clar, ma ametesc. Asa ca la ora 2 fac baie in mare. Proasta decizie... si acum mi-e frig... mi-a intrat frigul in oase...Dar noaptea continua.&lt;br /&gt;Bineinteles nu se poate sa nu existe si un conflict, doua. Ca, deh, noapte in rock fara conflicte nu exista. Si fara alte chestii. Ideea e ca...am ajuns acasa la 11. Pentru ca am plecat d acolo la 10:30. Si pentru ca...asa stim noi sa pierdem timpul.&lt;br /&gt;Ca apoi sa ma trezesc la ora 17.. cu o durere de cap fantastica... Si cu nici un fel de chef de viata. Asta e o zi pierduta. &lt;br /&gt;Superoferta: 2 in 1. (doua zile pierdute dintr-un foc)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33209230-115675790799823071?l=senseofdisorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/feeds/115675790799823071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33209230&amp;postID=115675790799823071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/115675790799823071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/115675790799823071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/2006/08/ce-crizati.html' title='ce crizati!'/><author><name>miss moneypenny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33209230.post-115632853047350913</id><published>2006-08-23T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T03:22:10.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Taking Back Sunday - Make Damn Sure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/HZvia7Rujs8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/HZvia7Rujs8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;there it is!:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33209230-115632853047350913?l=senseofdisorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/feeds/115632853047350913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33209230&amp;postID=115632853047350913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/115632853047350913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/115632853047350913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/2006/08/taking-back-sunday-make-damn-sure.html' title=''/><author><name>miss moneypenny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33209230.post-115632823478117612</id><published>2006-08-23T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T03:17:14.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one</title><content type='html'>deci in sfarsit am terminat mutarea asta d blog... fantastic as putea spune...si oricum am amanat-o vreo saptamana...dar nu ma intrebati d c l-am mutat..&lt;br /&gt;am inceput sa invat si eu pt restantele astea nenorocite, sau ma chinui momentan sa inteleg ceva, sau .... nu e de inteles, e mai mult de retinut problema... sunt de 2 saptamani in constanta (in afara de pauza de concert) si nu mai poooot...m-am plictisit fantastic... am observat ca daca as vrea sa ies undeva as avea unde...dar problema e ca nu am chef...am chef in schimb sa merg in under :))&lt;br /&gt;Duminica am fost in el comandante (da, s-a deschis si in acest mic oras de provincie) ...arata atat de "phoenix" ...multe mese, o scena si atat... in schimb era sa lesin pe scari (scari in spirala exact ce urasc eu mai mult)...oricum atmosfera mi-a priit...eram si putin ametita de ce sa mint...&lt;br /&gt;Maine e concert Cobe , and I`m not gonna be there. Trist. In afara de asta ... si mai frumos e ca la mine in cartier zici ca e santier de constructii...numai sunete de drujbe si pickhammere...cred ca o sa innebunesc in curand... bine ca mai e cam o sapt si ... its back to bucharest.&lt;br /&gt;Altceva...am mai scris o chestie si spre uimirea mea nu a fost stearsa...sau bagata la atelier sau alte cacaturi... so there it is... &lt;a href="http://poezie.ro/index.php/personals/199182/index.html"&gt;http://poezie.ro/index.php/personals/199182/index.html&lt;/a&gt; ... siiiii... pot sa zic ca m-am indragostit de videoclipul celor de la TBS... make damn sure...comin'soon:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33209230-115632823478117612?l=senseofdisorder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/feeds/115632823478117612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33209230&amp;postID=115632823478117612' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/115632823478117612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33209230/posts/default/115632823478117612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://senseofdisorder.blogspot.com/2006/08/one.html' title='one'/><author><name>miss moneypenny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
