tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55176606259996273852024-03-20T15:28:56.762-07:00Elegantly TastedElegantly Tastedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05140959023014928206noreply@blogger.comBlogger71125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517660625999627385.post-46526431713637128852008-11-05T13:34:00.000-08:002008-11-05T14:17:44.794-08:00CONVENIENT THEORIES FOR YOU MONTHLY.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg15IPgA-3OgpC7LuJ7Oi08zZOv57ao7h8Ccp0wmejvmXR9udHiqOaz6g65qWSuas0YJfZ0uVmulzhqOdRllfSkP7zBVUnfCGXnfrdZePDjlJ82qHE0tbT5Ex4RgZ4MVa1X62HL9fQl77k/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg15IPgA-3OgpC7LuJ7Oi08zZOv57ao7h8Ccp0wmejvmXR9udHiqOaz6g65qWSuas0YJfZ0uVmulzhqOdRllfSkP7zBVUnfCGXnfrdZePDjlJ82qHE0tbT5Ex4RgZ4MVa1X62HL9fQl77k/s320/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265301165164221618" /></a>Elegantly Tastedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05140959023014928206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517660625999627385.post-25418319211551556022008-10-16T12:25:00.000-07:002008-10-16T12:26:53.192-07:00Cea mai ciudata idee EVER!Sunt, oarecum, varianta feminina a lui Patrick Bateman din American Psycho, filmul care m'a facut sa vomit, sa plang, sa rad si sa am mereu in geanta ceva cu care sa ma apar.Elegantly Tastedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05140959023014928206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517660625999627385.post-30461711410445435702008-09-30T13:33:00.000-07:002008-09-30T13:36:14.980-07:00...iar prin parc.Acum cativa ani, in Cluj, oriunde intorceai capul, vedeai rosu-galben-albastru. Banci, pubele de gunoi, drapele pe fiecare stalp. Toate astea din incercarea obsesiva a unui om, pe atunci primarul Clujului, Gheorghe Funar, sa demonstreze (nu stiu cui), ca Ardealul e pamant romanesc. Oricum, clujenii pareau ca nu observa densitatea de culori nationale ce ii inconjura si cu siguranta nu ii afecta sub nicio forma. Aceasta actiune inofensiva(oare?) nu ii oprea pe indragostiti sa se sarute asezati pe tricolor sau sa arunce gunoaiele in pubela tricolora. <br />Si ce a mai ramas, totusi, din razboiul romano-maghiar de care doar Funar stia foarte bine pe vremuri, nu si localnicii? <br />De cand cu dl. Boc la conducerea orasului, in afara de gropile din strazile Clujului, s’au mai dus culorile ce faceau orice turist sa creada ca a nimerit in toiul unei sarbatori nationale. <br />Orasul este la fel, deseurile se arunca in continuare in cosuri de gunoi,de aceasta data verzi, asezate pe fiecare stalp(asa cum trebuie in tarile civilizate), pensionarii se aseaza cu acelasi drag pe bancile din parcuri si –surpriza!!!- chiar daca sunt rosii, nu uita nimeni ca suntem in Romania. <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Elegantly Wasted.</span>Elegantly Tastedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05140959023014928206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517660625999627385.post-76427787335549431502008-09-29T13:23:00.000-07:002008-09-29T14:00:43.770-07:00La douleur exquise!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5MiJWKhySnnMS9V3IALOSemUKoFkUaJeB9fQLc7bkA3JJrbh0QZSPTygnP8PUNjFgksh6MhJRzK_3kiGpFqIgtUMItxWHPkEhxj_xqn0zcCX9KE3kie8e7Y_FfY7FdWkQhsUzyv8yVN8/s1600-h/P9260152.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5MiJWKhySnnMS9V3IALOSemUKoFkUaJeB9fQLc7bkA3JJrbh0QZSPTygnP8PUNjFgksh6MhJRzK_3kiGpFqIgtUMItxWHPkEhxj_xqn0zcCX9KE3kie8e7Y_FfY7FdWkQhsUzyv8yVN8/s320/P9260152.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251551042008816018" /></a><br /><br />Nu pot dormi. Nu mai sunt cuvinte. Le’am spus pe toate. Am mers prea departe. Mi’am atins limita.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Elegantly Wasted.</span>Elegantly Tastedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05140959023014928206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517660625999627385.post-59867628518559085172008-09-15T16:12:00.001-07:002008-09-15T16:22:47.826-07:00Is it just the same time of year?Toamna ma consuma. E anotimpul meu preferat, dar imi trezeste niste sentimente si niste amintiri...ceva de speriat. Iar cand vine vorba de tine...mi'e pur si simplu rau sa ma mai gandesc. <br />In aceasta perioada a anului, totul imi pare doar o reflexie a mea. Totul are nuanta depresiei, profilul fantomei ce sunt cateodata. Nu m'am lasat de fumat, si se pare ca nici de insomnii.<br />Sunt ca o pisica pe care n'a invatat'o nimeni sa cada in picioare.<br />Toata povestea pare un tablou de toamna. Si la fel ca dansa...se repeta in fiecare an. Mai devreme sau mai tarziu; mai rece sau mai calda.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Elegantly Wasted.</span>Elegantly Tastedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05140959023014928206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517660625999627385.post-26054776485209639432008-09-11T16:36:00.000-07:002008-09-11T16:39:23.637-07:00Spune'mi tu!Spune'mi tu de ce sunt aici. Poate cineva imi da drumul apoi ma trage inapoi. Poate pentru ca totul pare atat de bun...poate pentru ca asta este singurul lucru pe care il am.<br />Spune'mi tu motivul pentru care raman, daca totul e atat de clar iar "mainele" e'atat de gri...Poate pentru ca totul pare atat de simplu...in sala de asteptare cu totii suntem la fel.<br /><br />De ce sa fug daca viata nu asteapta...? Nu stiu cine imi leaga picioarele de pamant. Voi astepta pana maine, sa vad daca ma dezleaga cineva.<br />Pentru ca nu e nimic mai mult decat acesti patru pereti si un pumn de vise care dispar cand ma intorc. Pentru ca nu e nimic altceva decat zgomotul masinilor care'mi aduc mintea la realitate cand noaptea se sfarseste...<br /><br />Spune'mi tu de ce sunt tot aici si de ce chiar daca imi deschizi usa nu indraznesc sa ies...La un minut de tine, totul capata sens, dar in urmatoarea secunda e'atat de gol!<br />De ce vreau sa zbier cand nu ma aude nimeni? Tacerea nu mai raspunde intrebarilor mele iar zilele fericite au fost duse de ploaie...<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />Elegantly Wasted.</span>Elegantly Tastedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05140959023014928206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517660625999627385.post-59096300986344839092008-09-11T15:11:00.000-07:002008-09-11T15:46:55.501-07:00Lovely<span style="font-weight:bold;">Nuno Bettencourt</span><br /><br />...Oooo, DA!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiACq47OVSCNGae7JpAXzhzm5aRm5P2h3cCjh0us1sXKdjGH37mZwhpLOrbxx-s-Q_MGEdwgAvGebbblIxDNVZROUc5I_edCRDS_VJpcDrSy-E7JTdKlBwEl4sxDmJeOcR_g3Q9T5TGr6U/s1600-h/nuno_bettencourt1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiACq47OVSCNGae7JpAXzhzm5aRm5P2h3cCjh0us1sXKdjGH37mZwhpLOrbxx-s-Q_MGEdwgAvGebbblIxDNVZROUc5I_edCRDS_VJpcDrSy-E7JTdKlBwEl4sxDmJeOcR_g3Q9T5TGr6U/s320/nuno_bettencourt1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244897420540012706" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFZzupjhh085ZQiw1kcFKKWKgvcRnmeLB9fcUVO11brnAnk8qZJiUP-WOSCYHd6LD18cYz1PK_BnHcG9T278djoIYhduXM3S98NsGFqqZukd_s2iO0qtK_NexdXeynMCGViCei_uwBYSM/s1600-h/nuno.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1I5EB2ZI_o78c6i49MyK_ijDGphtZ5HLfTLxXX723H0IHEwX56fPDLz9tVPE6dP91ZDLHL488C4PiHzZwRVbHT4Sg6ckdieFjksJbYoHtXyW5LmG5Uno_qdSzkvXIgeSL3yJ8YBua3Ec/s320/2005121793032858.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244897968194553362" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJTvF1cBRXrbp5Dds69Rio2XNubTQu2ADGdadRJPqPmFk-lj_imOPgAEmhbZzu4quRUrQI1JZXcvofavUK6Sf5MDig-8fcf3N2tu9_hY4P4pEOytujRhoqqkXF2Vcr_c3QaiZyM3Gg_QM/s1600-h/nuno-bettencourt1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJTvF1cBRXrbp5Dds69Rio2XNubTQu2ADGdadRJPqPmFk-lj_imOPgAEmhbZzu4quRUrQI1JZXcvofavUK6Sf5MDig-8fcf3N2tu9_hY4P4pEOytujRhoqqkXF2Vcr_c3QaiZyM3Gg_QM/s320/nuno-bettencourt1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244898183097523842" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihEx36t4MwhyPL9zvdvH8_A039Uw9rsDaKRIzDVDNr2xJmoouE6PCJbqKm7CaPhh3O6QmtlUgp0uYwZj804NOszkEgtmadG7Foydyhot2-jQt1_t3mosZdLNH8bmycLCbESR1CoW7VrV8/s1600-h/NUNO2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihEx36t4MwhyPL9zvdvH8_A039Uw9rsDaKRIzDVDNr2xJmoouE6PCJbqKm7CaPhh3O6QmtlUgp0uYwZj804NOszkEgtmadG7Foydyhot2-jQt1_t3mosZdLNH8bmycLCbESR1CoW7VrV8/s320/NUNO2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244898420077176034" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxfGHWrySBjAYUGfLYVMCMRca-cM0Snuhgxuti1GWYy0TkiWAMMsHvoJ4pyZwpY1hYidqrt6g_XC-ykYknPP7eAqQh-4QaXPnFLLko1CXXdwXFSMz83yPwzuaoHE4-3VfS7ta2MvOhnYA/s1600-h/nunobettencourt.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxfGHWrySBjAYUGfLYVMCMRca-cM0Snuhgxuti1GWYy0TkiWAMMsHvoJ4pyZwpY1hYidqrt6g_XC-ykYknPP7eAqQh-4QaXPnFLLko1CXXdwXFSMz83yPwzuaoHE4-3VfS7ta2MvOhnYA/s320/nunobettencourt.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244898542339690722" /></a><br /><br />...doar o parte.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Elegantly Wasted.</span>Elegantly Tastedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05140959023014928206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517660625999627385.post-7469698297778431892008-09-11T11:29:00.001-07:002008-09-11T11:37:30.331-07:00TelefonIntrebandu'ma cum am ajuns sa fiu doar o voce care se pierde intr'un telefon care nu functioneaza cum trebuie...<br /><br />Poate e tarziu sa inteleg<br />Ca nu trenul tau ma duce acolo unde am sa fiu.<br />Poate'am sa tac eu de data asta...<br />Trebuie sa inchid, te sun mai tarziu!<br /><br />Incep sa scriu cand lumina s'a stins; sunt doar ca sa fiu si'mi pierd rabdarea fugind de raul cuvintelor ce m'au invins.<br /><br />Inca o zi zboara din calendar zbierand ca nu se intoarce niciodata.<br /><br />Poate e tarziu sa inteleg<br />Ca lumea e cum e iar eu sunt ca sa fiu<br />Poate esti cel care va pleca acum<br />Trebuie sa inchid, te sun mai tarziu!<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Elegantly Wasted</span>Elegantly Tastedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05140959023014928206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517660625999627385.post-47558060975390896032008-09-11T11:20:00.000-07:002008-09-11T11:42:13.066-07:00...para no decirte adios.Me marche sin hacer ruido...(para no decirte adios)<br /><br /><br />Inchid iar trista usa grea a altui dor imens.<br />De acorduri aiurite, saruturi si cuvinte fara sens,<br />Aici, cu mine dar inca prinsa’n melodia ta<br />Am uitat c’al treilea whiskey, te’a furat din mintea mea.<br />Me pudo el miedo y no me supe defender<br />Puedes llamarlo cobardia o simplemente poca fe<br />Se volvio a pasar mi turno y no se si fue esta vez<br />Por pasarme de la raya o por no saber beber.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Y no me dejaste otra opcion<br />Que arrancarme la piel y aguantar el dolor<br />Y no escuchar el corazon<br />Si borre de mi memoria el recuerdo de tu voz<br />Me marche sin hacer ruido para no decirte adios.</span><br /><br />Y aunque no seas tu mi unica droga<br />Y aunque no me tomara esa ultima copa<br />No e podido dejar de pensar en tu boca<br />Ni e perdido las ganas de quitarte la ropa!<br /><br />Am plecat fara sa fac vreun zgomot.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Elgantly Wasted.</span>Elegantly Tastedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05140959023014928206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517660625999627385.post-25218095229653438272008-09-09T23:59:00.000-07:002008-09-10T00:04:45.475-07:00Just to be the next to be with you...<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5QD5n98R_nk&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5QD5n98R_nk&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />"<span style="font-style:italic;">Hold on little girl<br />Show me what he's done to you<br />Stand up little girl<br />A broken heart can't be that bad</span>...<br /><br />(...)<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />Build up your confidence<br />So you can be on top for once</span></span><br />Wake up who cares about<br />Little boys that talk too much<br />I seen it all go down<br />Your game of love was all rained out..."<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />Elegantly Wasted.</span>Elegantly Tastedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05140959023014928206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517660625999627385.post-28706464568944743702008-09-08T11:12:00.000-07:002008-09-08T11:43:05.392-07:00Coming Closer Everyday...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI6NrXMCYGC7j8mzdR_Lgbsk4BDvwdVBRBOvxqLOKJFJ7BE46-OVrmXXStrGsCqImxLk8iZylIqJL4rVcqgqdii73bUhKxhdn22HZmSfbCqfhCOz4y6sW1XOOgtZliXTHKxB5v4erFUlc/s1600-h/autumn-photography-1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI6NrXMCYGC7j8mzdR_Lgbsk4BDvwdVBRBOvxqLOKJFJ7BE46-OVrmXXStrGsCqImxLk8iZylIqJL4rVcqgqdii73bUhKxhdn22HZmSfbCqfhCOz4y6sW1XOOgtZliXTHKxB5v4erFUlc/s320/autumn-photography-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243722883904854402" /></a><br />...forever autumn.Elegantly Tastedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05140959023014928206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517660625999627385.post-46112885717987774562008-09-05T13:27:00.000-07:002008-09-05T18:38:02.254-07:00Warwick AvenueUltima data cand am trecut pe langa stadionul U Cluj in drum spre Chios, alergam sa’i duc unui om Ospen. Ce importanta are asta, m’as putea intreba chiar si eu, dar nu inseamna ca mi’as si raspunde. Nici macar nu stiu ce importanta are, iar acum…acum nu’mi pasa. Ideea e ca am stat cateva ore de povesti cu Doreen, in timp ce ma poza. <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGpWsMCn2Q_RMb5lrG7Ef99qv1-wT-6-dcdOMDt7TdGYPYF9wDhdchbwD3IXrC_95YRmtQRNW8a_4BRnLs89fx1xuwtYBEHJfQwIKk89ycj93qU5mj_4d_eadMucH40Hqmz68nb5DWdpg/s1600-h/DSCN1567.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGpWsMCn2Q_RMb5lrG7Ef99qv1-wT-6-dcdOMDt7TdGYPYF9wDhdchbwD3IXrC_95YRmtQRNW8a_4BRnLs89fx1xuwtYBEHJfQwIKk89ycj93qU5mj_4d_eadMucH40Hqmz68nb5DWdpg/s320/DSCN1567.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242711496246330306" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib4Dyi3ZctVoJ5H3m0hB4M5oFtlcWh9jn53A3MbKcQFyFm62NzQMJ9GMtCmxs653Hgsd9BBjv1-BKjNINWeFdRjy5H38yl58nYJoHjLsg_OaPepEaMfxrh22pIscYXf_n0wTSwgDLy6SY/s1600-h/DSCN1569.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib4Dyi3ZctVoJ5H3m0hB4M5oFtlcWh9jn53A3MbKcQFyFm62NzQMJ9GMtCmxs653Hgsd9BBjv1-BKjNINWeFdRjy5H38yl58nYJoHjLsg_OaPepEaMfxrh22pIscYXf_n0wTSwgDLy6SY/s320/DSCN1569.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242711878416280162" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG6aRhIAxlhrvzW9CeJj_m7-j-joycGOikNLWZG2Ty_HK3AA92hL9mbupH6SxCZbZJ1gNaqJA0uPTiTrvAnpTJ4Nkj7NnM31Kqf8uBFJxCba32A4Pb2btGUF4jJkKUczgDqEP503nVedU/s1600-h/DSCN1615.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG6aRhIAxlhrvzW9CeJj_m7-j-joycGOikNLWZG2Ty_HK3AA92hL9mbupH6SxCZbZJ1gNaqJA0uPTiTrvAnpTJ4Nkj7NnM31Kqf8uBFJxCba32A4Pb2btGUF4jJkKUczgDqEP503nVedU/s320/DSCN1615.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242712215822995842" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRUrMcLYlrr0aBw8CWFOhpZVwcsenTq0fwBq7wYeeq1G-RyXESzoZpmt7XRjde0dmoL9C8MosC3gsJrRaB7UNkUy-dsVc-OXvY4MVGqowqZQEf8SIJJONlnQrtBZvbsN4FGsyAZVWX2kE/s1600-h/DSCN1641.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRUrMcLYlrr0aBw8CWFOhpZVwcsenTq0fwBq7wYeeq1G-RyXESzoZpmt7XRjde0dmoL9C8MosC3gsJrRaB7UNkUy-dsVc-OXvY4MVGqowqZQEf8SIJJONlnQrtBZvbsN4FGsyAZVWX2kE/s320/DSCN1641.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242712464160165154" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-e_oXywx9p2-Y_LANlICXTm3oOF6Kswcc7fQV-GNxYcoAQXQRVhqcEx5aU6HkYJWDZYN-aiRYQiFP1b-CvAoxiLJviikO-Dg8Ioywso7y8czZeGIIBxVZ_rz7e6OHgItLnZhHovvbI38/s1600-h/DSCN1731.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-e_oXywx9p2-Y_LANlICXTm3oOF6Kswcc7fQV-GNxYcoAQXQRVhqcEx5aU6HkYJWDZYN-aiRYQiFP1b-CvAoxiLJviikO-Dg8Ioywso7y8czZeGIIBxVZ_rz7e6OHgItLnZhHovvbI38/s320/DSCN1731.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242712867170408258" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIg6VdBlMD7NGknoC3q85Gs2udUsD7BY51l2s4w46nHISiBoZjaP_p7qBNaa4kiKD9svxbBwBV6BJYBZJpgeT40C_1ywOHjm_rzpAOhMK8voq7lNuiirgS7qTUHMXXZ_gsNEkHxWjQNGA/s1600-h/DSCN1818.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIg6VdBlMD7NGknoC3q85Gs2udUsD7BY51l2s4w46nHISiBoZjaP_p7qBNaa4kiKD9svxbBwBV6BJYBZJpgeT40C_1ywOHjm_rzpAOhMK8voq7lNuiirgS7qTUHMXXZ_gsNEkHxWjQNGA/s320/DSCN1818.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242713139775616770" /></a><br /><br /><br />Intoarsa acasa n'am putut sa nu am intreb cum pot sa ma inteleg atat de bine cu un om pe care'l vad atat de rar? Hmm...Poate tocmai de'asta. <br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Elegantly Wasted.</span>Elegantly Tastedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05140959023014928206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517660625999627385.post-44161569430137948292008-09-03T10:22:00.000-07:002008-09-03T10:31:23.099-07:00Hansel si GretelIncerc cu disperare sa'mi adun ideile pentru articolul ce il am de scris, dar nu gasesc liniste deloc. In spatele blocului niste copii zbiara ca din gura de sarpe. Am iesit sa'i trimit in alta parte, dar nu, se pare ca nu vor sa plece. Si dintr'o data (poate maturizarea e cea care m'a adus aici), realizez ca vrajitoarea din Hansel si Gretel este inteleasa gresit de toata lumea. Adica...Femeia isi construieste casa visurilor ei, cat de absurda o fi, fiecare cu gusturile lui, iar aia doi mici, vin si incep sa manance din ea. E normal sa'i pedepseasca.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Elegantly Wasted.</span>Elegantly Tastedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05140959023014928206noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517660625999627385.post-68263257654565311542008-09-03T07:07:00.000-07:002008-09-03T07:12:42.351-07:00Iubeste'ma si iarta'ma.Antract<br /><br />"Iubeste'mi mainile si ochii si iarta'le dac'au fost clipe<br />In care n'au stiut sa'ti spuna, in care n'au stiut sa'ti dea<br />Atat cat ar fi vrut, atat cat, poate, dorul ti le cerea,<br />In dragostea, in indoiala, in deznadejdea unei clipe.<br /><br />Iubeste'mi mainile si ochii si iarta'le daca durerea<br />Ca am plecat va fi mai mare decat norocul c'am venit<br />Iubestie'mi mainile si ochii si iarta'le<br />Iubeste'ma si iarta'ma...<br /><br />Iubeste'mi mainile si ochii si iarta'le nevruta vina<br />Ca prea tarziu ca prea tarziu venira'n cale'ti si prea curand se duc de tot,<br />Dezleaga'mi sufletul de vina ca in curand, n'am sa'ti mai pot<br />Aduce'n maini si'n ochi durutul, nestinsul zambet de lumina."<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />Elegantly Wasted.</span>Elegantly Tastedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05140959023014928206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517660625999627385.post-64045751274794257272008-09-02T19:42:00.000-07:002008-09-02T19:46:35.935-07:00Nimic<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzdQMPq1srfs2oPAdSoCou89pNWwwVlHk2UisuWg3GSrLmW7qZvNX9wy6NXBgMA37GKvdb4hdCH_x2f-iiqoA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Elegantly Tastedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05140959023014928206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517660625999627385.post-36755852945670292592008-08-27T13:05:00.001-07:002008-08-27T13:21:40.524-07:00ScaryMai nou, singura metoda de'a fuma in timp ce stau la calculator, e sa'mi petrec ziua in balcon. Daca as locui la ultimul etaj, n'as vedea in asta nicio problema.<br /><br />Manasturul se vede chiar interesant de sus. De la parter, in schimb...nimic de vazut, nimic nou, nimic altceva decat garajele pe care'mi gaseam in fiecare zi motiv sa ma urc, cand eram mica. Garaje, centrala electrica din spatele blocului si corcodusii din fata blocului, erau locurile mele de joaca. Nu e de mirare ca la un momentdat mi'am si spart capul cazand de la etajul 1 in beci; ma cataram peste tot, eram copil, nu stiam ce'i aia frica. <br />Cand esti mic, tot ce vrei e sa te distrezi, sa te joci. Apoi, cresti si inveti sa fii precaut. Ai putea sa rupi un os...sau o inima. <br />Te uiti in jur inainte sa te urci pe o stanca, chiar daca esti legat cu o funie de salvare, iar cateodata nici nu indraznesti, pentru ca nu e nimeni acolo sa te prinda daca aluneci...si'n viata nu exista funii de salvare.<br />...si ma'ntreb: Cand a incetat sa fie amuzant si a inceput sa fie infricosator!?<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Elegantly Wasted.</span>Elegantly Tastedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05140959023014928206noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517660625999627385.post-72858006224947194672008-08-26T13:42:00.000-07:002008-08-26T13:45:03.962-07:00why!?People say everything happens for a reason. These people are usually women. It seems that men can get out of a relationship without even a good bye, but apparently women have to either get married or learn something. Why are we in such a rush to move from confused to Confucius!? Do we search for “lessons” to lessen the pain?Elegantly Tastedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05140959023014928206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517660625999627385.post-37888751142134634012008-08-14T07:57:00.000-07:002008-08-14T08:21:09.952-07:00When I Loved Myself Enough,... <br />I began to know <br />I was in the right place<br />at the right time<br />and I could relax .....<br /><br />"~ M'am simtit silita sa incetinesc, sa o las mai usor, iar acest lucru a insemnat DIFERENTA.<br />~ Am realizat ca nu sunt speciala, dar sunt unica.<br />~ Am redefinit ideea de succes si viata a devenit simpla.<br />~ Am vazut ca nu trebuie sa vanez viata. Daca sunt discreta si stau nemiscata, viata insasi vine la mine.<br />~ Am renuntat la convingerea ca "viata este grea".<br />~ Am realizat ca dureream emotionala e un semn ca ating adevarul exterior.<br />~ Am invatat sa imi intalnesc propriile nevoi, fara sa le numesc egoism.<br />~ Nu am mai avut nevoie de oameni sau lucruri ca sa ma simt in siguranta.<br />~ Am incetat sa'mi mai doresc ca viata mea sa arate altfel si am inceput sa o vad asa cum e; viata mea mi'a folosit in evolutia mea personala.<br />~ Am incetat sa'mi proiectez fortele si slabiciunile asupra celorlalti si am invatat sa le tin pentru mine.<br />~ Am incetat sa ma mai epuizez prin incercari exagerate.<br />~ Am inceput sa vad jignirea in incercarea de a forta pe cineva sau ceva care nu este pregatit.<br />~ Partea impulsiva din mine a invatat sa astepte momentul potrivit. <br />~ Am inceput sa accept inacceptabilul.<br />~ Am inceput sa abandonez tot ce nu era sanatos. Oameni, locuri de munca, principiile si obiceiurile mele - tot ceea ce ma retinea "mica".<br />~ Am putut spune adevarul despre talentele si limitele mele.<br />~ Nu am mai raspuns la telefon atunci cand nu voiam sa vorbesc.<br />~ Am inceput sa imi vad scopul si sa ma indepartez incet de lucrurile care ma distrageau.<br />~ Am invatat sa spun "da" atunci cand am vrut si "nu" atunci cand nu am vrut.<br />~ Am vazut dincolo de bine si rau si am devenit neutra.<br />~ Mi'am recunoscut curajul si temerile, naivitatea si intelepciunea si le'am facut loc tuturor la masa mea.<br />~ Am pierdut teama de'a marturisi propriul adevar pentru ca mi'am dat seama cat de valoros e.<br />~ Am putut sa fiu impacata cu fluctuatiile de disperare.<br />~ M'am iertat pentru momentele in care am crezut despre mine ca sunt indeajuns de buna.<br />~ Am incetat sa ma tem de fricile mele.<br />~ Mi'am dat seama ca mintea mea poate sa ma tortureze si sa ma amageasca, dar toate acestea, in folosul inimii mele.<br />~ Am inceput sa gust libertatea.<br />~ Iertarea celorlalti a devenit un fapt irelevant.<br />~ Mi'am gasit puterea si am scris aceste randuri."<br /><br /><br /><em>Elegantly Wasted.</em>Elegantly Tastedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05140959023014928206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517660625999627385.post-65521270229213343312008-08-11T16:36:00.000-07:002008-08-11T18:34:48.765-07:00WILLDe ce lasam un lucru pe care nu il avem, sa afecteze setimentele fata de toate lucrurile pe care le avem? <br />De ce <em>intotdeauna</em> parem sa credem doar lucrurile negative pe care le spun oamenii despre noi? Indiferent cate dovezi sunt sa ne dovedeasca contrariul, de ce niste barfe spuse de niste oameni falsi, ne fac <em>intotdeauna</em> sa uitam ceea ce la un momentdat, credeam cu adevarat despre noi? Cand vine vorba despre viata si dragoste, de ce tindem sa credem cele mai rele pareri?<br /><br />Acum mi'am dat seama ca nu de ce crede mi'era teama...ci sa nu ajung cumva sa cred acelasi lucru sau chiar sa fiu asa. <br /><br />Undeva, oriunde, cineva ar putea crede sau spune ceva rau despre tine, dar ceea ce conteaza cel mai mult, este parerea ta despre tine.<br /><br /><em>Elegantly Wasted.</em>Elegantly Tastedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05140959023014928206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517660625999627385.post-66596679552927256272008-08-08T06:56:00.000-07:002008-08-08T07:21:14.911-07:00I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud.<strong><em>"Honey why you calling me so late?<br />It's kinda hard to talk right now."</em></strong><br /><br />De ce!? De ce se pun femeile in situatii jenante? Pentru ce? Si daca tot se pun in postura de...amante, de ce'ar suna atunci cand el'ul este cu EA?<br /><br /><strong><em>"Well, my girl's in the next room<br />Sometimes I wish she was you"</em></strong><br /><br />Probabil astea sunt cele mai false vorbe care ii vor fi date, vreodata, unei femei sa le auda. Alaturi de replica plina de cinism: "Crezi ce vezi sau ce'ti spun eu!?".<br /><br /><strong><em>"But girl you make it hard to be faithful"</em></strong><br /><br />This is kind of LAME. Ce usor ii e barbatului sa spuna "<em>Nu'i vina mea</em>." sau, mai elegant, cum spunea <strong>Vicontele de Valmont</strong> in scrisoarea de despartire catre <strong>Madame Marie de Tourvel</strong>, "<em>IT'S BEYOND MY CONTROL</em>!"...<br /><br /><br /><em>Elegantly Wasted. </em>Elegantly Tastedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05140959023014928206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517660625999627385.post-48593286062730254572008-07-31T13:42:00.000-07:002008-07-31T13:58:06.761-07:00Gettin away with it all, all messed up!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgagZNvQCvwHaf_dTB86hhdDyROY0zYwnaALB5XJMpNEKIUc3hsMR3wOjBpXkwxwhj6y-8srtx5f_wD-aQ9Et6t83TCAr-moLw4fZsvIEeu6zIs8fGHfF1WhWj50dpi5u8s0ITuhVQdHY4/s1600-h/f.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgagZNvQCvwHaf_dTB86hhdDyROY0zYwnaALB5XJMpNEKIUc3hsMR3wOjBpXkwxwhj6y-8srtx5f_wD-aQ9Et6t83TCAr-moLw4fZsvIEeu6zIs8fGHfF1WhWj50dpi5u8s0ITuhVQdHY4/s400/f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229285304239278562" /></a><br />THAT'S THE LIVING.<br /><br />A descoperit cum functionez. Stia ca in spatele mastii se aflau toate acele manivele, butoane, roti si circuite cu care, daca era suficient de abil, avea sa afle cum sa ma poata supune. Uneori insa obosea, simtitind poate inutilitatea oricarei incercari de'a ma subjuga si se oprea. Atunci reveneau si tacerile, mai apasatoare ca inainte, mai complicate. <br />Nu puteam decat sa il iau in gluma, sa'i raspund cu o mangaiere ca unei pisici lenese, care se cabreaza sub palma care trece pe spatele ei, cu cel mai firesc gest de multumire si placere. Alteori simteam cum prezenta lui satura orice colt din perimetrul meu si atunci il repezeam, il faceam sa tipe de enervare. Astfel de momente treceau repede, pentru ca odata ce isi scotea coltii se domolea uitand totul, luand'o de la capat, torturandu'ma. <br /><em><br />Elegantly Wasted.</em>Elegantly Tastedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05140959023014928206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517660625999627385.post-36337835495108419202008-07-28T13:46:00.000-07:002008-07-28T14:29:46.425-07:00Eyes Wide Shut.Acasa. 00:06. <br />Am ajuns la concluzia ca oamenii sunt "gresiti" prin natura lor. Cautam intotdeauna ceea ce ne dorim, acolo unde nu exista. Gresim o data, de doua ori, dar ce se intampla atunci cand...facem asta toata viata!? <br />Ne jucam o vreme, pentru ca ne'am antrenat mult cand eram copii, dar apoi, cand ne dam seama ca nu e chiar de joaca, ca gluma se'ngroasa si ca totul devine periculos pentru mintea si sufletele noastre, nu plecam de acolo, continuam sa ne facem rau SINGURI. <br />Nu stim cand sa ne oprim si ne mintim constant ca nu exista cineva care sa ne iubeasca asa cum suntem!<br /><br /><em>Elegantly Wasted.</em><br /><br />P.S.: <em>"...if you find someone to love the "YOU" you love, well, that's just fabulous!"</em> <br />> <strong>PROBLEMA E CA ATUNCI CAND GASIM ACEL "SOMEONE", II DAM CU PICIORUL.</strong><br /><br /><strong>Famous Last Words</strong> (cea mai frumoasa definitie ce mi'a fost creionata vreodata!):<br /><em>" Ea: - De ce ma iubesti?<br /> El: - Pentru melanjul psihotico - romantico - religios din tine!"</em>Elegantly Tastedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05140959023014928206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517660625999627385.post-24296452120416243452008-07-26T02:30:00.000-07:002008-07-26T03:46:37.742-07:00Needs<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnzD3uchf8a0B7Oo9b3FJDG1sd7XgJRJryawXwxNK-hBmyN8prQgX6j4mQg_Khh0R6VQ7INFFo3XNfyGAyTlJj0AK5evq7APETS9GV63b2HVUpPgEXJPg6D1QWnEuNDwFaMLWeh7yAWCo/s1600-h/DSC06871.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnzD3uchf8a0B7Oo9b3FJDG1sd7XgJRJryawXwxNK-hBmyN8prQgX6j4mQg_Khh0R6VQ7INFFo3XNfyGAyTlJj0AK5evq7APETS9GV63b2HVUpPgEXJPg6D1QWnEuNDwFaMLWeh7yAWCo/s400/DSC06871.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227258481810816994" /></a><br /><br /><br />Mi'am aprins o tigara. A treia din minunatul meu ritual ce ma readuce in cotidian. <br />Trezita din somn cam pe neasteptate, m'am pus pe gandit. La niste lucruri pe care le discutam cu cineva duminica dupa-amiaza in Cluj, in fata Universitatii, in spatele statuii, la umbra. Needs. Atat de diferite. Dar exista piramida, prioritatile. What's the point, then? Fiecare le avem, dar de ce ne este atat de greu, atunci, sa le intelegem si sa le acceptam pe ale celorlalti!? Atat de urat suntem construiti? Fiecare se pune pe el insusi pe primul loc. E frumos cand ajungi sa nu mai faci asta. Cred ca atunci iubesti, dar oricum, asta nu'ti estompeaza piramida lui Maslow; sau poate doar n'ar fi sanatos. <br /><br />Da, nu'i acelasi lucru. Nevoia nu e acelasi lucru cu dorinta, dar linia dintre ele e foarte subtire. We're human. O trecem tot timpul. Nu stim niciodata daca "aveam nevoie" sau "asa am vrut".<br /> ...but there's a thing about needs. That's it. Sometimes, when you get them, you don't need them anymore.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />Doar fiindca ALTII au nevoi si dorinte vizavi de noi, de ce ar trebui sa ne simtim obligati sa le indeplinim?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Elegantly Wasted.</span>Elegantly Tastedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05140959023014928206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517660625999627385.post-85081170610648722852008-07-25T15:38:00.000-07:002008-07-25T15:44:41.881-07:00I Go Nowhere.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwN70oVmVvD_lMPyp0IrIfrv2DcANukBnRY6Ou4cqjqvibKpGFARb5CUxudSExnloWigZdIGkjc6gEFYdxMI5DM1Ywsalv23kE6GtY94-qIjiCqkiwp-RM1x9j8OjbBf1xlVXsusLpecA/s1600-h/Foto+184.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwN70oVmVvD_lMPyp0IrIfrv2DcANukBnRY6Ou4cqjqvibKpGFARb5CUxudSExnloWigZdIGkjc6gEFYdxMI5DM1Ywsalv23kE6GtY94-qIjiCqkiwp-RM1x9j8OjbBf1xlVXsusLpecA/s400/Foto+184.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227086309791737442" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuO5j9U59lZ2uYAtSvgf5uUGK2QEnCUYI5CQGEcSa6QTGGjk0jENGXNIQNnZoK2ciei40M2WeJmfNpWR-RacixmABc194OP1-u4OyyGtuIfNSEwfspXNlZD4dm4sa9QRGvwQNhPnm_Y8E/s1600-h/Foto+183.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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