tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-139514522011-04-22T05:19:22.081+03:00Trying to patch a broken neural synapse one comes to realize the absurdity of one's own life and suddenly goes intro shock, suddenly nothingness seems to be the only thing real and the one ends up here.bs-kmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05204011674943430548noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13951452.post-51810290479754576732009-04-21T23:05:00.000+03:002009-05-24T17:48:59.019+03:00

... da, cred ca o sa o fac Update [20090524] : am descoperit windows live writer in Windows 7 si chiar e interesant de folosit

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(\__/)(='.'=) This is Bunny. Copy and paste Bunny into your(")_(") signature to help him gain world domination../|_|\. This is Kitty. Copy and paste Kitty into your(>'.'<) signature to screw Bunny's shitty plans.

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Fata pe care o iubesc din tot sufletul mi-a daruit de ziua indragostitilor (cea internationala, nu crea autohtona) versurile de mai jos. Pana nu de mult credeam ca doar se joaca cu mine in asteptarea unei alte mari iubiri, acum ... nu stiu ce sa mai zic, am fost foarte surprins, si ceea ce a urmat nu poate face deocamdata subiectul unei intrari in acest blog.Stiu ca relatia noastra scartaie din

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Am iesit din casa sperand sa scap de durerea de cap care m-a apucat de la atata stat in fata calculatorului - nu stiu exact de ce m-a apucat, doar mare efort n-am depus – dar atmosfera apasatoare de afara vad ca iar a pus pariu cu nerviii mei ca isi va bate joc de mine.Cand am iesit din casa parea ca ploaia s-a oprit si un soare zdrentaros se arata de dupa norii gri si grei, plini de apa, care

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This is a translation I made for a german friend of a poem his romanian girlfriend gave him. It is sort of sad and reflects my state of mind at this time, I thought I'd share it with you. I don't remmember who the original author is but if someone is curious I'll try to find out.Here goesGood evening my love, I await you to bring me continents of pale mistery like from the sky with this lonely

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Stau la masa, cu picioarele intinse pe pat, laptopul in fata, in difuzoare se aud versurile formatiei Beseech, albumul From A Bleeding Heart. Imi place vocea groasa a solistului si versurile imi aduc aminte de anii de liceu. Afara e un frig de ingheata aburii de apa pe care ii expiri. Caloriferul e si el aproape cald, adica si in casa e tot frig. Stau imbacat cu un pulover de lana iar mainile

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Come with me my dear one,Walk with me behind the sun,Watch the moon rise in my eyes,Kiss me with your lips of ice.Look, the clouds glow red tonight,A storm is coming down on us,Its rage is searching out my loveRun little one, run like the wind,The storm can take you in a blink,An eye-lash fallen … a body brokenYour pretty face forever lost,Dried and consumed by the mad wind,Bleed me so that you

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A trecut o saptamana de cand s-a terminat sesiunea, o saptamana de cand m-am mutat din camin, o saptamana de cand a plecat ea. A trecut o saptamana in care n-am invatat nimic si n-am uitat nimic, o saptamana in care nervii m-au urmat la tot pasul, o saptamana in care n-am reusit nici macar sa zambesc o data... o saptamana, de spate ori doua zeci si patru de ore a cate saizeci de minute a cate 60

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De vre-o 5 minute ma chinui, frec tastatura literalmente, adica scriu ceva si pe urma sterg si iar scriu si iar sterg si imi dau seama ca nu am nimic important de spus si iar scriu si iar sterg... acuma abia imi dau seama de ce aveau scriitorii aia de prin filme tot timpul cosul de gunoi plin de boturi de hartie. Va dati seama cati copaci au distrus nenorocitii aia, din cauza lor suferim noi acum

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Azi, desi e aproape maine, inca mai e sexiune ... da e sexi pentru mine ca nu invat nimic, ... pentru ca n-am timp nene si cand am timp n-am chef si cand am chef is prea obosit ca sa se mai prinda ceva, si uite ca iar am identificat un lant vicios. Deci e sexiune, ce facem cu ea ? ... pai unii studenti invata (am vazut si de astia nene, cica sunt foarte rari, dar eu ma bat cu pumnu'n piept ca am

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