tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23645046649501803952011-11-28T03:34:23.950+02:00Daca te opresti sa gandesti... nu uita sa incepi din nou!Emma Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407914590565458725noreply@blogger.comBlogger451100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364504664950180395.post-35274998904380124292011-08-28T22:08:00.003+03:002011-08-28T22:25:28.352+03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C6gAQV0QCVY/TlqV_GczzYI/AAAAAAAAAS0/XfUF0mfG15w/s1600/acacia_hostel_london_stairway.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 197px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C6gAQV0QCVY/TlqV_GczzYI/AAAAAAAAAS0/XfUF0mfG15w/s200/acacia_hostel_london_stairway.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645989994158083458" /></a> <br /><i>"</i>O vad tremurand cu ochii inchisi.<div> <br /></div><div>Cu pozele in jur, genunchii stransi, slabita si trista, cu cearcane adanci.</div><div> <br /></div><div>Si vrea sa-i promit ca nu o sa uit imagini si locuri din trecut si...</div><div> <br /></div><div>Visele in care <i>noi</i> am crezut.</div><div> <br /></div><div>[...]</div><div> <br /></div><div> <br /></div><div>Si sta in genunchi la piept tinand o veche scrisoare si plangand</div><div> <br /></div><div>Imi spune prin lacrimi ce mult i-a placut...</div><div> <br /></div><div>Ma roaga sa jur ca n-am mintit in tot ce i-am scris si mi-a soptit </div><div> <br /></div><div>Ca pleaca cu gandul ca <i>noi</i> ne-am iubit.</div><div> <br /></div><div>[...]</div><div> <br /></div><div>Destinul pe <i>noi</i> ne-a invins.<i>" ("Atat de singur")</i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364504664950180395-3527499890438012429?l=emmag03.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emma Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407914590565458725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364504664950180395.post-13747536146999040252011-08-07T22:44:00.003+03:002011-08-07T23:18:30.807+03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vM-c9e1dz4Q/Tj7zDy2YmgI/AAAAAAAAASs/rANp-32tTqo/s1600/sadness.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vM-c9e1dz4Q/Tj7zDy2YmgI/AAAAAAAAASs/rANp-32tTqo/s200/sadness.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638211030029474306" /></a><br />Si spun din nou: "Timpul trece!"<div><br /></div><div>Mult prea grabit, nu se uita in urma, nu isi poate folosi sinele ca sa opreasca ultimul graunte de nisip din clepsidra vietii, egoismul il opreste din a se jertfi. E nemilos in fata culorii ce i-a sacrificat totul... Flacara verdelui de jad e stinsa, stearsa de atata lupta cu timpul. </div><div><br /></div><div>Isi gaseste placerea doar in a aminti, din cand in cand, de cele ce au fost. Si nu lasa sufletul sa se linisteasca lenes pe o plaja pustie, ascultand valurile propriilor ganduri. </div><div><br /></div><div>E momentul ca timpul sa stearga alta culoare. Maine nu mai este pentru totdeauna.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Lost time is never found again." (B. Franklin)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364504664950180395-1374753614699904025?l=emmag03.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emma Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407914590565458725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364504664950180395.post-84267748254874635982011-08-02T00:07:00.001+03:002011-08-02T00:18:17.460+03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9F_PNa6HIBE/TjcYEr8cRJI/AAAAAAAAASk/kRjV_ztk-0c/s1600/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9F_PNa6HIBE/TjcYEr8cRJI/AAAAAAAAASk/kRjV_ztk-0c/s200/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635999927472243858" /></a><br /><div>Cioburi. Da, stiu cate sunt. Le gasesc in privire de fiecare data cand incerc sa ma uit prin gaura cheii din usa aia grea, metalica, de care iti povesteam. Si imi deformeaza si mie imaginea, numai ca e cea a viitorului, acel viitor incert pe care l-am reprosat mereu..</div><div><br /></div><div>Iar cuvinte.. "Mi-e greu sa te transpun in cuvinte". Acum de ce e atat de usor? De ce cuvintele devin arma de convingere in fata furtunii pe mare?</div><div><br /></div><div>Banca aia e scrijelita... Urmele celor care au stat candva acolo, imbratisati intr-un gand si intr-o privire, se pot palpa.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ma gandesc cate incap intr-o clipa in care nu mai vrei sa spui nimic.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364504664950180395-8426774825487463598?l=emmag03.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emma Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407914590565458725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364504664950180395.post-82146878752595123222011-07-19T01:47:00.001+03:002011-07-19T01:56:27.039+03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HEC9Sls8sCQ/TiS59hONNwI/AAAAAAAAASc/9GWnYqgpgT8/s1600/usa.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HEC9Sls8sCQ/TiS59hONNwI/AAAAAAAAASc/9GWnYqgpgT8/s200/usa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630829900661077762" /></a><br />Cum facem sa inchidem usile sufletului dupa ce am facut curatenie? De ce ramane intredeschisa fix acea usa grea, metalica, ce atarna atat de mult?<div><br /></div><div>E pentru tine. Sau a ta... Cum vrei. Mereu racesc in timp ce o gasesc asa. Intra un aer de amintiri si un miros de august de care nu pot sa scap. Nici macar cu medicamente. E cronic, deja.</div><div><br /></div><div>Nici macar nu ai nevoie de cheie. Nici macar nu exista vreuna. Vii, te stergi frumos pe papuci, intri, mergi direct la semineu si eziti o clipa. Dupa o privire catre verdele marii, rascolesti jarul imblanzit in cautare de foc.</div><div><br /></div><div>Jar va fi mereu, dar va naste el foc?</div><div><br /></div><div>Si aceea usa... Daca rugineste asa, deschisa?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364504664950180395-8214687875259512322?l=emmag03.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emma Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407914590565458725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364504664950180395.post-37015593864657474282011-05-05T20:31:00.000+03:002011-05-05T20:36:19.602+03:00"IS 07 EMZ" si o pisica pe mijlocul holului in miez de noapte.<div><br /></div><div>Sa insemne ceva...?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364504664950180395-3701559386465747428?l=emmag03.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emma Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407914590565458725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364504664950180395.post-14851633869444657602011-05-02T19:36:00.000+03:002011-05-02T19:43:17.105+03:00Ma cert cu ploaia sa ma lase sa te vad... Sau macar sa te aud... Dar nu vrea. Se incapataneaza sa formeze o cortina de fier ce impiedica orice cale de acces catre tine.<div><br /></div><div>Si din nou... De ce asa? De ce aici? De ce nu ti-ai lasat privirea sa-mi vorbeasca? De ce nu mi-ai cautat glasul printre florile de iarna? De ce nu ai gasit drumul catre privirea mea? Cand strazile orasului ni s-au incrucisat, a fost o liniste asurzitoare. De ce?</div><div><br /></div><div>Prea multa confuzie ca sa mai pot auzi glasul propriilor ganduri. Prea mult "de ce?".</div><div><br /></div><div>Si din nou apar intrebari. Eu nu am raspunsuri. </div><div><br /></div><div>Tu ai...?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364504664950180395-1485163386944465760?l=emmag03.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emma Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407914590565458725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364504664950180395.post-35498048582500598922011-05-01T21:35:00.001+03:002011-05-01T22:06:55.471+03:00Inainte... ganduri zburau deasupra mea ca sa se odihneasca pe umarul tau, muscandu-ti auzul. Si confuzia nu isi gasea locul in privirile noastre. Acum totul e acoperit de un val, o nuanta de gri, o mazga verzuie.<div><br /></div><div>Ma invart in jurul unei culori. Culoare care iti apartine. Incerc sa ma folosesc de cuvinte, pe care niciodata nu le-am putut stapani, ca sa explic. Dar nu ma asculta, nu reusesc sa ajung la tine prin intermediul lor. Am impresia ca mai rau adancesc golul care s-a format... In mine sau in noi? </div><div><br /></div><div>Invitatia la autoservire cu orice fel de culoare era pentru lume, pentru acei anonimi pe care i-am cunoscut... sau nu. I-am avertizat sa nu se astepte la un tablou pictat cu verde de jad pentru ca e manjit, pentru ca nu e acolo pentru ei...</div><div><br /></div><div>Dar pe tine te-am intrebat, da. Tu esti acolo, asa cum intuiai.</div><div><br /></div><div>Si luna e la tine, iar.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364504664950180395-3549804858250059892?l=emmag03.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emma Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407914590565458725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364504664950180395.post-39454154466582127912011-04-30T18:36:00.000+03:002011-05-01T22:05:24.613+03:00Culori. Le simti asa cum vrei. <div><br /></div><div>Ziceam ca nu mai am verde. Nu, intr-adevar, nu pentru vanzare sau imprumut. Trebuie sa ai exclusivitate ca sa ai acces la el, un fel de cartela magnetica ce deschide sufletul. Cu siguranta undeva, printre rafturi prafuite, daca te uiti atent, o sa il zaresti! Apartine doar unui singur colectionar de cuvinte. Sau culori.<br /><div><br /></div><div>Verde este primavara. Verde de jad va fi mereu pentru luna plina de august. </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364504664950180395-3945415446658212791?l=emmag03.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emma Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407914590565458725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364504664950180395.post-18519954811188976192011-04-28T00:00:00.002+03:002011-04-28T23:44:29.525+03:00Verdele de jad nu mai e verde. E doar umbra culorii care a fost candva. Incearca sa il gasesti in vechiul sau lacas, in oglinzile lacului fara sfarsit, nu vei reusi! <div><br /></div><div>Incearca sa spargi zidurile de tristete in speranta ca vei da peste el... imposibil! Cum sa reinvii ceva ce nu mai e viu de mult timp? Nu e pasare Pheonix. Iar eu nu sunt un demiurg. Tu...?</div><div><br /></div><div>Nu! Am devenit sclav al indiferentei, platesc cu culori iluzii de vara. Serveste-te cu orice, poftim un albastru sau poate un mov. Dar verde nu am...! L-am dat involuntar unui apus de august. </div><div><br /></div><div>E noapte. Dar luna nu e... E in buzunarul tau, nu-i asa?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364504664950180395-1851995481118897619?l=emmag03.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emma Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407914590565458725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364504664950180395.post-18860890005832035612011-03-21T23:25:00.003+02:002011-03-22T02:10:32.796+02:00<div>Astept sa recladesc oglinzi in care sa imi vad sufletul. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Astept sa pictez sunetele amintirilor care inoata in oceanul de nori. </div><div><br /></div><div>Astept sa apara un nou care sa cante sfarsitul lor de plumb. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Astept... sau poate nu mai astept de mult sa ascult nopti de vara.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">E primavara. E nou.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364504664950180395-1886089000583203561?l=emmag03.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emma Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407914590565458725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364504664950180395.post-43192201053465531532011-02-16T00:06:00.001+02:002011-02-16T00:13:42.926+02:00<p>Vreau sa scriu si nu stiu despre ce. As putea scrie despre atat de multe lucruri, despre dor, despre mare, despre casa chiar si despre facultate... si totusi nu pot. Albul paginii neutralizeaza orice incercare de a picta ganduri.</p><p>Tanjesc dupa cuvinte care sa topeasca suflete, tocmai acele cuvinte pe care le-am blamat mereu. E o lupta permanenta intre cuvant si fapta, intre substantiv si verb. </p><p>Incearca sa te cauti printre randuri ori cuvinte. Nu te vei gasi!</p><p>Credeam ca ma pricep in a citi. Nu o mai fac acum...</p><p>Totul e uitare.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364504664950180395-4319220105346553153?l=emmag03.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emma Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407914590565458725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364504664950180395.post-11772613524494255652010-12-18T01:09:00.002+02:002010-12-18T01:15:38.293+02:00<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="RO">Cine...?</span><span lang="RO"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="RO">Apasa greu, tot… Tot acest nou doare, zgarie, zdruncina. Parca au trecut decenii de cand ofeream naivitatea zilelor de august. Acum… schimbarea are colti si sfasie.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="RO">Neincrederea se infiltreaza in peretii mintii, dar mai ales in cei ai sufletului. Atunci e cel mai primejdios… Se surpa sentimente si siguranta ia foc. Gandurile se ineaca si reinvie, izbucnesc si biciuesc stativul<span style="mso-spacerun:yes">  </span>emotiilor. Si ies scantei… scantei acide din a caror cale ar fi prudent sa te dai, dar nu o faci. Uiti sa deschizi umbrela, iar ele te invadeaza si simti cum te ustura muscatura lor.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="RO">Nici rasul nu mai e acelasi. E unul impovarat... de necunoscut. Teama... Teama a revenit. Siguranta dementa s-a evaporat. Surpare...</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="RO">Vreau certitudini care nu pot fi oferite.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes">  </span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364504664950180395-1177261352449425565?l=emmag03.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emma Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407914590565458725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364504664950180395.post-44585312086299226692010-12-01T00:45:00.000+02:002011-03-22T02:25:36.565+02:00Nu am aflat, pana acum, ca poti auzi ninsoarea cum iti bate in geam. Credeam ca doar picaturile de ploaie isi pot face simtita prezenta, nu si fulgii...<div><br /></div><div>E diferita perspectiva de la etajul 7. Se... simte altfel. Doar ceaiul cu aroma de mar si scortisoara ce imi tine de cald. </div><div><br /></div><div>Obisnuiam sa ma bucur de zapada. Nu o mai fac de ceva vreme. Ma sperie. Ma arunca intr-un colt intunecat, plin de ganduri, pe care nu vreau sa le ating.</div><div><br /></div><div>Imi place sa astept autobuzul, dar de la geam. Chiar daca privirea il pierde, parca urmatorul vine mai repede decat de obicei...</div><div><br /></div><div>Simt cum se asaza stratul de zapada... Dar nu afara, ci in mine. Devin statuie.</div><div><br /></div><div>Tahicardie?!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364504664950180395-4458531208629922669?l=emmag03.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emma Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407914590565458725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364504664950180395.post-22339832276322053152010-08-07T22:42:00.001+03:002010-08-07T22:44:14.661+03:00Voi fi intr-o multitudine de acolo, intr-un oarecare oriunde si intr-un exact oricand.<br /><br />Maine este pentru totdeauna.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364504664950180395-2233983227632205315?l=emmag03.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emma Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407914590565458725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364504664950180395.post-82983820365463882072010-07-18T22:39:00.003+03:002010-07-18T23:11:32.333+03:00Am stat ceva vreme cu "foaia" asta in fata, nestiind cum sa incep. Nici acum nu stiu, dar o sa incerc.<br /><br />Desi a fost o zi de vara perfecta pentru unii, am simtit o apasare care de foarte mult nu s-a mai manifestat atat de acut. Iar misterul este ca nu stiu care e cauza...<br /><br />Poate doar faptul ca... m-am speriat cand am fost sa ma inscriu la facultate. Am constientizat pentru prima data ca acolo voi fi peste 2 luni si ceva, luptandu-ma sa invat strazile, numerele autobuzelor etc. si cam... singura, cat se poate de singura. Si nu ca nu m-as descurca in a-mi face prieteni, dar... eu ii vreau pe cei care ii am acum, in care am incredere si la care tin, ii vreau pe ai mei cat se poate de aproape, nu vreau sa plec...<br /><br />Nu vreau sa ne distantam, nu vreau sa folosim telefonul ca singura cale de comunicare a micilor banalitati de zi cu zi sau mai rau... internetul, care nu face decat sa falsifice suflete. Nu vreau sa pierd niciun detaliu stupid dintr-o zi cat se poate de obisnuita care ne-ar face sa ne apropiem din ce in ce mai mult. Si nu vreau nici sa ne vedem din cand in cand... Vreau sa fim impreuna in fiecare dimineata...<br /><br />Mmm... Dar realitatea are alte planuri pentru mine, carora nu am ce face decat sa le surad neincrezator. Voi porni pe un drum istovitor si tot ce am cerut a fost sa nu fiu <span style="font-style: italic;">singura</span>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364504664950180395-8298382036546388207?l=emmag03.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emma Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407914590565458725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364504664950180395.post-21080145941352693922010-07-06T10:16:00.003+03:002010-07-06T10:32:00.660+03:00S-a terminaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat! S-a terminaaaaat!<br /><br />Gata, fara comentarii prostesti, poezii invatate by heart si lecturi obligatorii la romana... fara formule de derivare si integrare, respectiv odioasele formule trigonometrice, la mate.<br /><br />S-a incheiat si chiar foarte bine!!! Desi am fost nevoita sa fac exercitii de respiratie vreo 5 minute dupa ce am vazut subiectele, basmul nu a fost chiar asa rau se pare si m-a ajutat sa obtin o frumusica nota de 9,70 :D traiasca Harap-Alb si toti verisorii lui, la capacitate dand peste Praslea :> Bineinteles ca nu m-as fi gandit (si cu siguranta nici colegii mei) ca domnii cu subiectele ar fi atat de lipsiti de imaginatie incat sa dea unei generatii aceleasi subiecte si dupa 4 ani. Pentru ce ne-am chinuit cu firea patimasa a lui Ion, cu destramarea satului traditional, cu Dacia literara sau Junimea? Daaaar.. sa nu fiu nerecunoscatoare :P nota ma multumeste pe deplin :D<br /><br />La mate am reusit, prin nu stiu ce minune, sa iau 10!!!!! :D negandit, nesperat... ma asteptam sa scada pentru orice mica ezitare, pentru ca gasisem eu acolo la S III/2.a) lipsa concluziei :P dar se pare ca nu :D<br /><br />Si unde eram cea mai sigura ca voi face ravagii, adica la bio, am luat doar 8,90, desi nota pe care o asteptam a fi afisata pe lista sa fie mai maricica.. Si ca sa am eu inima impacata, am facut contestatie.. care sper sa nu aiba vreun rezultat si mai catastrofal pe 8.<br /><br />All in all, am o medie "aspectuoasa", de 9,53, de care sunt cat se poate de mandra, pentru ca am muncit anul asta de credeam ca nu se mai termina! aaa.. si felicitari tuturor! :)<br /><br />p.s. Mai am un hop pe 21, apoi.. maaaare, multa maaaaare, mult nisip.. si mai mult soare 8-><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364504664950180395-2108014594135269392?l=emmag03.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emma Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407914590565458725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364504664950180395.post-23200170724831984072010-06-03T23:45:00.002+03:002010-08-13T11:57:06.587+03:00Se apropie.. tot mai repede, tot mai tare, tot mai mult. Indiferent de cum privesc, trebuie sa constientizez, gata! E finalul... finalul despre care am tot auzit vorbindu-se, pe care toti il regreta, pe care toti vor sa il mai retraiasca.<br /><br />Dar e imposibil, pentru ca timpul trece! Ii simt trecerea dureroasa, lasand urme vizibile pe pielea-mi. Ma impietreste gandul ca de acum incolo voi folosi prea bine cunoscuta expresie "pe drumul meu", separat de al tuturor celorlalti.<br /><br />Dar prieteniile sunt pe (pentru o) viata (intreaga), right? De ce simt atunci ca totul face parte dintr-un mare final, pe care il reneg, il ignor, il ascund, dar ii simt vocea cat se poate de clar?<br /><br />O sa revin in oraselul asta, pe care abia acum incep sa il descopar asa cum este in realitate: linistit, misterios, magic, pentru ca stiu ca nu va mai face parte din viata mea. Pentru ca nu ii voi mai putea afla secretele strabatandu-i strazile. Voi merge pe alte strazi, in coltul carora nu voi gasi nicio amintire, pe trotuarul carora nu va exista nicio lacrima, strazi reci, dar carora sunt nerabdatoare sa le ofer o atingere de subiectiv.<br /><br />Insa mereu imi voi intoarce privirea, gandul, auzul spre acest punct, unde am copilarit, unde am iubit, unde am suferit, unde am ras si de care ma leaga atatea lucruri, ce nu isi dau acordul sa ma lase sa plec.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364504664950180395-2320017072483198407?l=emmag03.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emma Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407914590565458725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364504664950180395.post-38038615150966039162010-05-25T22:19:00.000+03:002010-05-25T22:21:47.729+03:00<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sG8QgSzY3nI">Melanie Fiona - Monday morning</a><br /><br />Have you heard the news today?<br />I'm leaving town...<br />I'm cashing out...<br />This town's too small for me to stay<br />The time is now...<br />I'm heading out.<br /><br />Baby, I still need ya,<br />but if you stay I'll leave ya<br />'cause I gotta get away...<br />And if I ever see ya<br />my heart is gonna bleed<br />but I'm leaving either way...<br /><br />My darling baby,<br />this is a warning<br />Said that I'm leaving<br />on Monday morning<br />You'll get no answer<br />no use in calling me<br />'cause I'm leaving on Monday morning...<br /><br />This flower needs somewhere to go<br />no room to grow<br />all these dusty roads..<br />I got two tickets and a dream<br />8:15 I'll save you a seat.<br /><br />Monday morning...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364504664950180395-3803861515096603916?l=emmag03.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emma Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407914590565458725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364504664950180395.post-16108062671037593952010-05-18T20:30:00.000+03:002010-05-19T12:56:25.760+03:00Stiu, stiu.. in loc sa invat la romana "doctrinele" pentru maine, cand mai e si simulare la mate, stau si pierd vremea. Insa am ajuns in stadiul ala in care nu mai incape nimic, exact ca anul trecut cu engleza :P<br /><br />Insa un anumit lucru in special nu ma lasa a ma concentra si anume, cum sa termin liceul? Cum sa plec la facultate? Cum sa plec din orasul asta plictisitor, invechit dar plin de farmec si amintiri? Toata schimbarea asta are si un aer ingrozitor, pe langa nerabdarea si setea de nou.<br /><br />La cine o sa ma mai intorc din banca, in spate? (de mi-am agravat scolioza stand numai intoarsa :D)<br />Cu cine o sa mai rad pana ne vor da lacrimile?<br />Cum o sa ma mai pot bate cu colegul din banca a 2-a? :))<br />De cine o sa mai radem in hohote ca: e cel mai batran dintre cei mai batrani, ca are un nas urias (pe care il foloseste in scopuri gastronomice), ca incepe sa renunte la par de pe acum, ca are nasul "insarcinat" sau ca a uitat o formula la mate (catastrofa!!)?<br />Cu cine o sa mai organizez turnee de ping-pong in clasa si cui o sa mai iau interviu?<br /><br />Si cine o sa isi mai bata capul sa imi explice la mate fiecare intrebare pe care o am si o sa imi dezvaluie some very useful tips ca sa invat nenorocirile alea de formule la trigonometrie? Bine, ce-i drept.. nu o sa mai am vreo relatie cu matematica de prin iulie incolo... but still...<br /><br />Mmm... Prea multa melancolie.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364504664950180395-1610806267103759395?l=emmag03.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emma Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407914590565458725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364504664950180395.post-53499629817275330402010-03-12T17:27:00.001+02:002010-05-25T22:20:14.750+03:00Imbatranim. Cu siguranta imbatranim si nu avem cum sa ne luptam cu trecerea timpului, despre care inveti peste tot cat de ireversibila este...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364504664950180395-5349962981727533040?l=emmag03.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emma Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407914590565458725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364504664950180395.post-43596692532637184432010-01-01T22:45:00.000+02:002010-01-01T22:47:52.533+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sz5fHe9NPSI/AAAAAAAAARA/TYWFz7_vYLg/s1600-h/IMG_5431.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sz5fHe9NPSI/AAAAAAAAARA/TYWFz7_vYLg/s200/IMG_5431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421875583574162722" border="0" /></a><br />Esti atat de plin de fericire incat iti este greu sa intelegi...<br /><br />Cum? Cum poate exista atata fericire.. si sa doara? Cum inveti sa te opresti la timp? Cum sa te integrezi in banal?<br /><br />Cum poti sa explici aceasta traire? De ce ai impresia ca e cu mult mai frumos decat te-ai fi asteptat sa fie si astepti in orice clipa sa te trezesti si sa iti dai seama ca oniricul si-a croit indemanatic o poteca spre realitate?<br /><br />Dar teama nu mai exista. E o siguranta dementa.<br /><br />E iarna, 3 anotimpuri.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364504664950180395-4359669253263718443?l=emmag03.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emma Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407914590565458725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364504664950180395.post-12678355153522570412009-10-02T23:53:00.000+03:002010-01-01T22:30:14.747+02:00Marea se framanta. Valurile nu o mai vor, iar tarmul se indeparteaza. Nici macar pescarusii nu o mai mangaie, doar soarele o priveste cu raze compatimitoare. Scoicile o inteapa la fiecare atingere, iar pestii o lovesc fara mila. De mult nici vantul nu ii mai e amanat, ci vrajmas. Mainile lui o strang, o sufoca, o ingheata. Dar cineva se apropie timid... Copilul, care nicicum nu a uitat-o, o regaseste sfasiata. Mainile lui ii gadila usor talpile. Si totusi.. azi parca nu e a lui.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364504664950180395-1267835515352257041?l=emmag03.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emma Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407914590565458725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364504664950180395.post-31609919674683502842009-08-23T22:22:00.018+03:002009-08-23T22:57:13.477+03:00<span class="sqq"><a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/when_the_flower_blooms-the_bees_come_uninvited/253402.html"></a>When the flower blooms, the bees come uninvited.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/SpGYs_F8fgI/AAAAAAAAAPA/SVu5uTi5T5I/s1600-h/23082009911.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/SpGYs_F8fgI/AAAAAAAAAPA/SVu5uTi5T5I/s320/23082009911.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373243729047748098" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/SpGY-A4EG1I/AAAAAAAAAPI/dCb84RTpvjo/s1600-h/23082009895.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/SpGbt66F2pI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/PanM2U2kWkI/s320/23082009906.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373247043639040658" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/SpGcPBAw4GI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Pb9BOyUnXsw/s1600-h/23082009908.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/SpGcPBAw4GI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Pb9BOyUnXsw/s320/23082009908.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373247612213321826" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/SpGc0fOitOI/AAAAAAAAAQo/o7YujR35G8Q/s1600-h/23082009909.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/SpGc0fOitOI/AAAAAAAAAQo/o7YujR35G8Q/s320/23082009909.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373248255979336930" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/SpGdZrlw4oI/AAAAAAAAAQw/aUIdSOTgxww/s1600-h/23082009912.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/SpGdZrlw4oI/AAAAAAAAAQw/aUIdSOTgxww/s320/23082009912.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373248894953120386" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364504664950180395-3160991967468350284?l=emmag03.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emma Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407914590565458725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364504664950180395.post-49759559985000838342009-08-14T23:35:00.001+03:002009-08-24T13:18:32.181+03:00E funny sa vezi cum toata convingerile tale se schimba la 180 de grade...<br /><br />E funny sa vezi cum cea mai apriga promisiune facuta tie insusi dispare intr-o clipa...<br /><br />E funny sa vezi cum in mai putin de cateva minute toate zidurile construite in luni de zile sunt doborate la pamant...<br /><br />E funny sa vezi cum o bucata de gheata se topeste incet, de-a lungul catorva zile....<br /><br />E funny sa vezi cum rasul poate sa iti apara din nou pe buze in cateva ore...<br /><br />E funny sa vezi cum cateva cuvinte topite in forme perfecte scrijelesc pe fata unui ghetar...<br /><br />E funny sa vezi cum nerabdarea creste cand stii ca o sa ii auzi vocea...<br /><br />E funny sa vezi cum fluturii care nu mai aveau stomac si-au gasit linistea in tine...<br /><br />E funny sa vezi cum ochii trimit raze de soare...<br /><br />E funny sa vezi cum dupa jumatate de ora ti se face un dor imens...<br /><br />E funny sa vezi cum dupa nici o zi iti doresti sa te intorci...<br /><br />E funny sa vezi cum nu te poti regasi in viata ta obisnuita...<br /><br />E funny sa vezi cum te poti schimba atat de repede si mult.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364504664950180395-4975955998500083834?l=emmag03.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emma Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407914590565458725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364504664950180395.post-51776028582022738192009-08-11T23:43:00.002+03:002009-08-12T22:34:43.291+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/SoMZQD4IPoI/AAAAAAAAAOI/yb8o8T_Toz4/s1600-h/06082009800.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/SoMZQD4IPoI/AAAAAAAAAOI/yb8o8T_Toz4/s200/06082009800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369162944465092226" border="0" /></a><br />"Oh fuck!!"... asta a fost primul gand pe care l-am avut deschizand ochii... si realizand ca sunt... acasa :|<br /><br />Dupa o intreaga saptamana de trait intr-o lume paralela, trezirea la realitate nu e chiar sweet... in fact, niciodata nu e, but still...<br /><br />Cum as putea descrie excursia in Londra? Cu siguranta cuvintele nu m-ar ajuta prea mult :)<br /><br />Cu tot scepticismul meu, am avut parte de cea mai frumoasa vreme care se putea, cele mai crazy colege de camera, cei mai haiosi colegi, cea mai indulgenta profa si cel mai cool ghid :D<br /><br />Excursia asta a reprezentat foarte multe "prime dati" : prima data cand am zburat cu avionul, prima data cand am iesit din tara, prima data cand am experimentat mancarea chinezeasca, fish&amp;chips, english breakfast and so on :)<br /><br />Am vrut sa cuprind cu privirea fiecare detaliu astfel incat sa ramana cat mai vie amintirea :) si stiu ca nu o sa uit prea curand... de fapt nici nu imi doresc :)<br /><br />Iar mai multe cuvinte despre... ar risipi frumusetea, bucuria si farmecul celor 7 zile petrecute pe taram londonez, desi ar fi o multime de povestit.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364504664950180395-5177602858202273819?l=emmag03.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emma Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407914590565458725noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364504664950180395.post-3986820497551737602009-07-30T23:48:00.004+03:002009-08-17T23:40:03.002+03:00<div>Hm... am renuntat in seara asta la Prison Break.. de fapt intreaga zi.. am lenevit cu fetele mancand clatite si saturandu-ne de ras, ca sa ne ajunga pentru tot restul timpului in care nu ne vom mai vedea :) apoi am plecat la Galati cu iluzia ca imi voi gasi ceva de incaltat, pe langa adidasi... de care sincer nu credeam ca voi spune ca m-am plictisit; am gasit ceva in final, dar doar asa de forta majora... shopping sucks!</div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>Si vorbind cu fetele.. ne gandeam la cum ar trebui sa arate the perfect guy, acel stereotip care bineinteles ca nu exista in realitate, dar care te amagesti ca va aparea intr-o zi,nu neaparat pe un cal alb...</div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>Si.. insumate cerintele... a iesit cam asa:</div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>A. Appearance</div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>1. Trebuie sa fie inalt;</div><br /><div>2. Trebuie sa fie simpatic, nu frumos! doar simpatic :)) (avem noi ceva cu cei frumosi >:) </div><br /><div>~hm.. si nu stiu care sa fie the 1st... ca inalt fara simpatic nu merge... iar simpatic fara inalt nici atat! asa ca... imposibil una fara alta :))</div><br /><div>3. Trebuie sa aiba ceva incercare de par aranjat, nu foarte mult, dar nici complet dezinteresat. p.s. nu avem nevoie de cineva care petrece mai mult timp decat noi in oglinda :|</div><br /><div>4. Trebuie sa aiba unghiile curate, first of all.. si taiate! :)) fara lac si alte prostii.. lasati-ne pe noi sa facem lucurile astea. ~ nu o sa imprumutam din ojele noastre :))~</div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>B. On the other hand</div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>1. Trebuie sa fie haios, glumet, amuzant.. dar nu in stilul caracteristic de azi (clovn, paiata, mascarici) ~ ne putem duce la circ~</div><br /><div>2. Trebuie sa stie sa danseze, neaparat! :D ~astfel putand fi evitate situatiile de genul : "ai dansat cu X! vai, uite cat de gelos sunt!"~</div><br /><div>3. Trebuie sa nu poarte camasa cu maneca scurta, clar! ~e a naibii de sexy o maneca lunga ridicata pana sub cot :D~<br /><br />~ si bineinteles ca mai sunt o groaza alte lucruri, dar care, din punctul nostru de vedere sunt deja banale pentru a mai fi mentionate (sa stie sa vorbeasca corect romaneste :)) -se zice a traversa ;)- sa stie sa isi potoleasca ego-ul atunci cand e cazul, ne putem da seama cat valoreaza prin discutiile pe care e capabil sa le poarte etc.)<br /><br />E prea sensitive subiectul ca sa continui, desi s-ar mai putea... dar there's no use :) "cu totii visam. Asa incepe. Ca intr-un vis.".. si ne pierdem in visare, asteptand pe cineva ce nu ne poate indeplini chiar toate conditiile.. si care ar mai fi farmecul daca<span style="font-weight: bold;"> totul</span> ar fi perfect?!<br /></div><br /><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364504664950180395-398682049755173760?l=emmag03.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emma Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407914590565458725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364504664950180395.post-7610548823527520952009-07-22T14:19:00.023+03:002009-08-12T12:55:06.106+03:00The butterfly counts not months, but moments and has time enough.<br /><span class="sqq"><a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/the_butterfly_counts_not_months_but_moments-and/144072.html"></a></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/SoHkrYOR4iI/AAAAAAAAANY/aoDRxq38ZCM/s1600-h/16072009471.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/SoHkrYOR4iI/AAAAAAAAANY/aoDRxq38ZCM/s320/16072009471.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368823664690192930" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/SoHjFGcZboI/AAAAAAAAANI/gjfn2zQiu38/s1600-h/20072009556.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/SoHjFGcZboI/AAAAAAAAANI/gjfn2zQiu38/s320/20072009556.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368821907570912898" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/SoHipbmJZoI/AAAAAAAAANA/KWmbdgG9CKc/s1600-h/20072009554.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/SoHipbmJZoI/AAAAAAAAANA/KWmbdgG9CKc/s320/20072009554.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368821432212612738" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/SoHiLslEn6I/AAAAAAAAAM4/oJluJe7e6-4/s1600-h/20072009553.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/SoHiLslEn6I/AAAAAAAAAM4/oJluJe7e6-4/s320/20072009553.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368820921375432610" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/SoHhwA5AC9I/AAAAAAAAAMw/BjQY6hp5iag/s1600-h/20072009551.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/SoHhwA5AC9I/AAAAAAAAAMw/BjQY6hp5iag/s320/20072009551.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368820445791390674" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/SoHhXzTEttI/AAAAAAAAAMo/5I1pk8cWbFw/s1600-h/20072009549.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/SoHdQ6_JxjI/AAAAAAAAALw/qwbAa1JWlSc/s320/18072009515.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368815513584125490" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/SoHc7decwGI/AAAAAAAAALo/ZxjNFjRx2bw/s1600-h/18072009510.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/SoHc7decwGI/AAAAAAAAALo/ZxjNFjRx2bw/s320/18072009510.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368815144885076066" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/SoHcgA5is3I/AAAAAAAAALg/Rs_RT4x8mp8/s1600-h/18072009509.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/SoHcgA5is3I/AAAAAAAAALg/Rs_RT4x8mp8/s320/18072009509.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368814673357615986" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/SoHbwwIh3iI/AAAAAAAAALY/xoHjufmlVzc/s1600-h/17072009477.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/SoHbwwIh3iI/AAAAAAAAALY/xoHjufmlVzc/s320/17072009477.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368813861403221538" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/SoHZbCo7-sI/AAAAAAAAALI/fmiiYj4icxg/s1600-h/17072009474.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/SoHZbCo7-sI/AAAAAAAAALI/fmiiYj4icxg/s320/17072009474.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368811289390611138" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/SoHabuf_xUI/AAAAAAAAALQ/0UZydLgBaDc/s1600-h/17072009476.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/SoHabuf_xUI/AAAAAAAAALQ/0UZydLgBaDc/s320/17072009476.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368812400675898690" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/SoHZbCo7-sI/AAAAAAAAALI/fmiiYj4icxg/s1600-h/17072009474.jpg"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364504664950180395-761054882352752095?l=emmag03.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emma Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407914590565458725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364504664950180395.post-49020349675744196652009-07-14T14:52:00.027+03:002009-07-14T18:41:39.408+03:00In sfarsit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />De cand tanjeam dupa mare, soare si valuri.. si uite ca acum s-au si dus :) am ramas doar cu ceva poze... <a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xqote_dido-sand-in-my-shoes_music">Dido - Sand in my Shoes<br /></a><br />Nu a fost cea mai nice experienta pe care am avut-o la mare, in special din cauza vremii, care a tinut neaparat sa ne faca o mica demonstratie, gen "Apocalipsa" : Tunete de se cutremura pamantul, fulgere ce transformau intunericul noptii in cea mai luminoasa zi si picaturi imense de ploaie al caror melodie nu a mai fost de data aceasta un cantec de leagan, ci mai degraba unul creepy :|<br /><br />Si daca dupa ar fi fost frumos, cu un cer plin de soare, as fi trecut poate peste aceea noapte.. insa nu, de atunci incolo, vreme a fost din ce in ce mai nesuferita, soarele iesea din 10 in 10 minute doar ca sa ne amageasca putin... Noroc ca in primele 3 zile, cand intr-adevar erau conditii de "stat la soare", am profitat din plin cu fetele, de nu mai puteau sa ne adune dupa plaja si ne-am bronzat cat pentru toata saptamana care am stat-o. Degeaba unii s-au suparat sau altii au ras de noi ca am stat o intreaga dupa-amiaza in apa, o apa atat de calda ca niciodata de cand merg la mare :x am simtit noi ce va urma :P<br /><br />Nu am apucat sa ma dau cu "banana" :| am tot amanat momentul, am tot tras de unii, altii, sa se dea cu mine, ca sa nu fiu singura, but no use... daca nu ne-am dat cat a fost frumos, cand a fost innorat si frig nici atat. Eeh.. nu-i nimic, raman cu amintirea de anul trecut, cand ne-au rasturnat in mijlocul a zeci de meduze-gigant :-s<br /><br />Nici in Satul de Vacanta nu m-am dat in "Ghost House" sau asa ceva.. pentru ca am zis ca am timp, insa ploaia a avut alte planuri cu noi. In schimb, am fost in Eforie, unde am dat peste Naomi cantand :)) foarte tare tipul/tipa :><br /><br />Siiiii nici traista nu mi-am gasit :)) sper sa am mai mult noroc la munte :D<br /><br />Iar de rasarit nu mai vorbim :-j m-am trezit de la 5 doar doar o sa prind o frantura din fenomenalul moment cand soarele va iesi din mare.... Dar nici de data asta nu am avut prea mult noroc... o patura groasa de nori m-a facut sa ratez momentul, abia cand soarele era deja deasupra marii am putut face ceva poze. Dar nu a fost chiar asa groaznic :D a fost extrem de placut sa vezi ca toata plaja e a ta, ca esti numai tu cu vreo 3-4 caini :)) si o carte foaaaaaaaarte buna :D pe care am reusit sa o termin la 6 dimineata, pe o plaja din Mamaia :D (profa de romana ar fi tare mandra de mine :> pacat ca nu e in materia pentru bac :)) )<br /><br />Asa ca nu a fost cea mai reusita vacanta la mare, dar cea mai interesanta a fost cu siguranta :D<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Slx_0v3onMI/AAAAAAAAAK4/5zUhNYwTBLo/s1600-h/08072009423.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Slx_0v3onMI/AAAAAAAAAK4/5zUhNYwTBLo/s320/08072009423.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358298200843787458" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Slx0-RBHHzI/AAAAAAAAAIw/dHuaYlFIGNc/s1600-h/09072009430.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Slx5AxdIPgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/XRO4Jhq1SlI/s320/13072009460.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358290710846520834" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Slx5SoOmboI/AAAAAAAAAKY/nL0PlayWxOE/s1600-h/13072009462.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Slx5SoOmboI/AAAAAAAAAKY/nL0PlayWxOE/s320/13072009462.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358291017607310978" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Slx5qkN5AlI/AAAAAAAAAKg/dpdy43iRy8c/s1600-h/13072009464.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Slx5qkN5AlI/AAAAAAAAAKg/dpdy43iRy8c/s320/13072009464.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358291428847452754" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Slx6AaTL37I/AAAAAAAAAKo/kv-IrPhYpR8/s1600-h/13072009465.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Slx6AaTL37I/AAAAAAAAAKo/kv-IrPhYpR8/s320/13072009465.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358291804142428082" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Slx6Sub9cUI/AAAAAAAAAKw/iNAs79UIxGA/s1600-h/13072009469.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Slx6Sub9cUI/AAAAAAAAAKw/iNAs79UIxGA/s320/13072009469.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358292118785585474" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364504664950180395-4902034967574419665?l=emmag03.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emma Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407914590565458725noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364504664950180395.post-49840667770330868842009-07-04T22:05:00.013+03:002009-07-04T22:30:38.336+03:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><big><strong><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The trees reflected in the river - they are unconscious of a spiritual world so near to them. So are we.</span></span><br /> </strong></big></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><big><strong><br /></strong></big></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sk-oV7mDSvI/AAAAAAAAAGw/deFjer7DAtw/s1600-h/27062009381.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sk-oV7mDSvI/AAAAAAAAAGw/deFjer7DAtw/s320/27062009381.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354683576694819570" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sk-pCXdpgrI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rNNjOWuJuH4/s1600-h/27062009384.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sk-pCXdpgrI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rNNjOWuJuH4/s320/27062009384.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354684340090012338" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sk-otA8ASgI/AAAAAAAAAG4/7K1fcT8xm5c/s1600-h/27062009382.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sk-q15NzRNI/AAAAAAAAAHw/rAu3RhjkVfA/s320/27062009395.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354686324835304658" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sk-p78PdlTI/AAAAAAAAAHY/qFMKFq39VV4/s1600-h/27062009387.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sk-p78PdlTI/AAAAAAAAAHY/qFMKFq39VV4/s320/27062009387.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354685329215165746" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sk-qYiRGCTI/AAAAAAAAAHo/yXk46gLeRHI/s1600-h/27062009394.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sk-qYiRGCTI/AAAAAAAAAHo/yXk46gLeRHI/s320/27062009394.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354685820458895666" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sk-ri2r__jI/AAAAAAAAAIA/PKA966n8pnU/s1600-h/27062009398.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sk-ri2r__jI/AAAAAAAAAIA/PKA966n8pnU/s320/27062009398.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354687097250774578" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sk-rXlIup1I/AAAAAAAAAH4/OAFBWcqlops/s1600-h/27062009396.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sk-rXlIup1I/AAAAAAAAAH4/OAFBWcqlops/s320/27062009396.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354686903560873810" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364504664950180395-4984066777033086884?l=emmag03.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emma Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407914590565458725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364504664950180395.post-31324569153085722882009-06-28T21:57:00.003+03:002009-06-28T22:29:53.555+03:00<span style="font-family: georgia;">Astazi mi-am adus aminte de copilarie, din nou :P de faimoasele scari ale vilei detinute de una dintre noi, grupul vesel al blocului, de celebra "straduta" unde toate evenimentele, fie ele placute<br />sau mai putin placute, aveau loc, de parcarea populata de una-doua masini, nu ca acum, cand nu mai ai loc sa arunci un ac... si de noi doua, cele de pe atunci ;))<br /><br />Intotdeauna mi-am dorit sa avem relatia pe care o avem acum, insa nu mereu lucrurile au fost atat de "p!nk" :)) au fost some tough moments, de care ne aducem aminte cu mare drag, precum ceva coate, finalizate prin genunchi juliti, codite ciufulite si manifestarea exageratului simt al proprietatii, gen : "Sa nu indraznesti sa te joci in fata portii mele!" :D<br /><br />Si privind evolutia noastra, imi dau seama cate am avut si inca am de invatat de la/cu ea :) am invatat ca o prietenie adevarata nu poate sa nu fie presarata si cu mici certuri, pe cele mai banale motive cateodata, dar ca niciodata supararea nu tine mai mult de o zi, ca nu e important cine e prima care cere scuze, ca intotdeauna cineva trebuie sa lase de la ea si sa faca primul pas, ca atat cat oferi, vei si primi, ca ti-ai vinde si sufletul, daca ar fi ultimul lucru pe care ai putea sa il faci pentru cealalta...<br /><br />Am invatat cum sa ascult cantecul de leagan al ploii, prin geamul deschis al casei, cum sa imi pastrez inocenta si atitudinea de copil, cum sa dau dovada de curaj, atunci cand ma consider cel mai las om, cum sa ma distrez, desi cerul se prabuseste asupra mea, cum ca toate vor trece indiferent de gravitatea lor si ca orice as face sau gandi, va fi alaturi de mine...<br /><br />Toate astea le-am invatat cu ajutorul ei :) si da, incredibil sau nu, desi suntem atat de diferite, la poluri opuse chiar, suntem si vom fi intodeauna cele mai bune si nebune prietene :D<br /><br />Luv ya, P.!<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364504664950180395-3132456915308572288?l=emmag03.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emma Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407914590565458725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364504664950180395.post-16052891370878333362009-06-22T12:28:00.024+03:002009-06-22T13:11:24.919+03:00<span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;">Where flowers bloom... so does hope :)</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sj9PIR6thVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Zj30UMnCqq8/s1600-h/DSC01017.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sj9PIR6thVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Zj30UMnCqq8/s320/DSC01017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350081886006642002" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sj9RAYggPuI/AAAAAAAAAEI/R7rdKDze3Ok/s1600-h/DSC01018.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sj9RAYggPuI/AAAAAAAAAEI/R7rdKDze3Ok/s320/DSC01018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350083949360070370" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sj9ROD_5YYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/yov2m8Y9oO8/s1600-h/DSC01019.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sj9ROD_5YYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/yov2m8Y9oO8/s320/DSC01019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350084184372765058" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sj9RkGFKyKI/AAAAAAAAAEg/V0aA-3faKGY/s1600-h/DSC01021.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sj9RkGFKyKI/AAAAAAAAAEg/V0aA-3faKGY/s320/DSC01021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350084562888870050" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sj9Rr2m7hpI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wPCj3EEnQXg/s1600-h/DSC01023.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sj9Rr2m7hpI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wPCj3EEnQXg/s320/DSC01023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350084696174462610" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sj9R8Z28VKI/AAAAAAAAAE4/KjcX4fKqXOo/s1600-h/DSC01030.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sj9R8Z28VKI/AAAAAAAAAE4/KjcX4fKqXOo/s320/DSC01030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350084980514772130" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sj9SJl9AbiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/winhzu8ZZoI/s1600-h/DSC01094.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sj9SJl9AbiI/AAAAAAAAAFA/winhzu8ZZoI/s320/DSC01094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350085207099731490" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sj9SUFUdx8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Q0Gc1gHYeoM/s1600-h/DSC01095.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sj9SUFUdx8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Q0Gc1gHYeoM/s320/DSC01095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350085387318314946" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sj9Sr2Bz4CI/AAAAAAAAAFY/AgLqd8RLtiE/s1600-h/DSC01120.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sj9Sr2Bz4CI/AAAAAAAAAFY/AgLqd8RLtiE/s320/DSC01120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350085795530399778" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sj9Sb5GKd6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/9zsG94hgfy0/s1600-h/DSC01096.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sj9Sb5GKd6I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/9zsG94hgfy0/s320/DSC01096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350085521476056994" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sj9S08VezdI/AAAAAAAAAFg/USDmMEEscP4/s1600-h/DSC01124.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sj9S08VezdI/AAAAAAAAAFg/USDmMEEscP4/s320/DSC01124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350085951842340306" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sj9S9Zu3eqI/AAAAAAAAAFo/3DNKd3BFizg/s1600-h/DSC01126.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sj9S9Zu3eqI/AAAAAAAAAFo/3DNKd3BFizg/s320/DSC01126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350086097172396706" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;color:#800080;" ><strong><span style="font-weight: bold;">If there is magic on the planet, it is contained in the water :D</span><br /><br /></strong></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sj9VVXJzGeI/AAAAAAAAAFw/zu-4Lr0fHVI/s1600-h/DSC01055.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sj9VVXJzGeI/AAAAAAAAAFw/zu-4Lr0fHVI/s320/DSC01055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350088707820165602" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sj9WHkwJdwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/mvMXMmg2Uc0/s1600-h/DSC01103.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sj9WHkwJdwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/mvMXMmg2Uc0/s320/DSC01103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350089570464134914" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sj9WQ52tl6I/AAAAAAAAAGY/pzaG8wsoHw0/s1600-h/DSC01107.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sj9WQ52tl6I/AAAAAAAAAGY/pzaG8wsoHw0/s320/DSC01107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350089730747635618" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sj9Vwap1H5I/AAAAAAAAAGA/FuX9bo4hsfo/s1600-h/DSC01059.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sj9Vwap1H5I/AAAAAAAAAGA/FuX9bo4hsfo/s320/DSC01059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350089172616290194" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sj9VmmDMMLI/AAAAAAAAAF4/vZ1hGyNy8ZI/s1600-h/DSC01057.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sj9VmmDMMLI/AAAAAAAAAF4/vZ1hGyNy8ZI/s320/DSC01057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350089003876757682" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sj9V6R7UPBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/fIC685Cf9Lg/s1600-h/DSC01102.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sj9V6R7UPBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/fIC685Cf9Lg/s320/DSC01102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350089342072405010" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sj9W5y9H39I/AAAAAAAAAGo/vtyW4N5HnIk/s1600-h/DSC01108.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ohmgiZHZ6mI/Sj9W5y9H39I/AAAAAAAAAGo/vtyW4N5HnIk/s320/DSC01108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350090433270112210" border="0" /></a><br />Everytime it feels like home :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364504664950180395-1605289137087833336?l=emmag03.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emma Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407914590565458725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364504664950180395.post-67832304933404286872009-06-17T20:02:00.003+03:002009-06-17T20:55:51.616+03:00Gata... am terminat!<br /><br />Doamne, cata bataie de cap, cate unghii roase si cati nervi suportati in tacere! Dar toate astea sunt ca si uitate, acum, cand am scapat cu bine de CAE-u` asta... care, sincera sa fiu, nu stiu cat ma va ajuta pe viitor. Dar, daca "trebuie" bifat pe lista de 'things-to-do', why not?<br /><br />Am crezut la un moment dat ca nu mai apuc sa vad sfarsita ziua de azi, dar se pare ca am reusit sa supravetuiesc. Bineinteles, fara obisnuitele mici emotii si ezitari nu as mai fi avut parte de o experienta tipically me :P<br /><br />All in all, a fost destul de ok, sper la un B dragut, ca de A nu prea pare sa poata fi vorba :)) m-am enervat putin la listening, din cauza acelui sistem "super performant" pe care l-am avut si am mai si stat, cum ar zice unii, langa ecou :)) aa si la writing, am avut ceva ceva strangeri de inima ca nu ma incadrez in foaia lor cu liniute :-j<br /><br />In rest, atmosfera foarte destinsa, ca doar deh! am fost la noi in liceu, am fost in sala cu cativa colegi, plus fete cunoscute de la alte clase si desigur... the "INVIGILATOR" care a fost extrem de funny, cam aeriana, dar draguta :D<br /><br />Lucrurile au devenit mai serioase la un pahar de.. vorba in Dreams, cand am inceput sa ne contrazicem care/cum/ce au completat, ales, incercuit etc. :)) si cand am ajuns la calcule cat se poate de dureroase, de genul : "bun... cat imi iese cu jumatate corecte?" :)) si dorinte disperate indreptate catre Cel Milostiv : "Da, Doamne, macar sa il iau!" :P<br /><br />Anyway, avem la dispozitie o luna si mai bine sa uitam cu totul de examen pana cand aflam crudul adevar :P altii chiar mai mult :D siiiiiiii tot atat pana cand plecam in UK b-) abia astept :D<br />Pana atunci.... strand, bazin, mare, munte and all that kinda stuff, doar e.... Vacanta, nu? \:D/<br /><br />p.s. Anul trecut, pe vremea asta, vizitam starcii cenusii in Parcul Natural Cefa, ma plimbam pe strada pietonala (cred :D) in Oradea si nu cunoscusem inca grupul de nebuni :P vreau inapoi 8-><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364504664950180395-6783230493340428687?l=emmag03.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emma Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407914590565458725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364504664950180395.post-25473451377598970692009-06-12T20:34:00.005+03:002009-06-12T20:54:48.033+03:00Ce ai face daca ai bate la usa mea si daca, in loc sa iti raspund eu, in cadrul usii ar aparea un strain care ti-ar spune ca nu are habar de mine, ca nu sta nimeni cu numele meu in apartamentul acela? <br /><br />Ce ai face daca toti prietenii nostri ti-ar spune ca nu au auzit de mine, ca nu ma stiu, ca nu m-au cunoscut niciodata? <br /><br />Ca nu exist. <br /><br />Ce ai face daca te-ai trezi ca esti singura persoana care stie ca am existat?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364504664950180395-2547345137759897069?l=emmag03.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emma Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407914590565458725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364504664950180395.post-37893207255294736122009-06-01T18:03:00.003+03:002009-06-01T18:36:40.105+03:00Primul 1 Iunie sarbatorit din punctul de vedere al unui om major... not that funny, not that nice ;))<br /><br />Se pare ca faza cu "nu mai esti/sunt un copil" incepe sa prinda radacini din ce in ce mai adanci in mintea celor din jur :| avand in vedere ca doar o singura colega a tinut sa imi ureze "La Multi Ani!" azi, pe scarile liceului, la ora 7, in drum spre laboratorul de info, lucrurile nu stau chiar "roz". Aaa da :D si diriga, care a venit sa ne dea bomboaneee, chiar daca majoritatea din clasa avem varstele unor veritabili adulti :)) oricum, astia mici din ziua de azi, fara vreun strop de respect :)) coate in stanga si dreapta (ba chiar imobilizat complet) numai ca sa ajunga primii la bomboane, ca deh! doar ei sunt copii. Nici chiar ai mei nu au avut nicio reactie, niciun "dulce", nimic :))<br /><br />In weekend, supermari spectacole pentru pusti pe faleza, cantecele, dansulete, magie :> facandu-mi loc printre ei (nu pentru a asista la show, eram doar in trecere :D), mecanismul memoriei involuntare ("proustianismul organizat", cum ar zice profa de romana :))) a fost declansat de acei stimuli si m-am revazut acum cativa ani, nu foarte multi cei drept, dar atat de indepartati in acele momente... cu codite, care erau obligatorii, cu genunchii juliti, facuti praf de la atatea nazdravanii (acele semne de "buna purtare", care nu s-au sters de tot :)) mai exista cate unul sa imi aduca aminte ca unde erau 3 baieti, eu eram al 4-lea :D), cu vaicarelile de rigoare, cum ca am prea multe bastonase de facut si liniutele mi-au iesit cam stramb, jucandu-ma "de-a vecina" cu mama, mancand pe nemestecate doar ca sa ies cat mai repede afara si.... mai tragand pe cineva de codite, doar ca m-am suparat eu un pic (so sorry, girls :">)<br /><br />Existenta paradisiaca, ce mai! :)) nu ca acum, cu ganduri deja spre anul ce ma asteapta... care pare ca se apropie ataaaat de repede si ca va trece la fel...probleme legate de facultate and so on... Din cauza asta am hotarat sa am cea mai crazy&amp;funny vara, ca tot e asa... cam ultima (de la liceu) pe care o pot petrece :P<br /><br />Revenind... eu stiu ca si la 60 de ani o sa am un suflet de copil si o sa ma uit cu nepotii la desene animate si o sa ma joc sotron cu ei :)) chiar daca o sa existe riscul sa imi rup vreo 3 coaste (daca nu o sa fiu in baston pe atunci) :D si doar am timp sa fiu adult toata viata, dar copil nu mai pot fi :D asa ca de ce sa nu profit a lil bit?! :P<br /><br />La Multi Ani, tuturor celor care va simtiti copii! :D<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364504664950180395-3789320725529473612?l=emmag03.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emma Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407914590565458725noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364504664950180395.post-88886409772866024102009-04-27T19:57:00.003+03:002009-04-27T19:59:20.804+03:00<p style="text-align: center;">Cand sufletu-mi noaptea veghea in estaze,<br />Vedeam ca in vis pe-al meu inger de paza,<br />Incins cu o haina de umbre si raze,<br />C-asupra-mi c-un zimbet aripele-a-ntins;<br />Dar cum te vazui intr-o palida haina,<br />Copila cuprinsa de dor si de taina,<br />Fugi acel inger de ochiu-ti invins. </p><p style="text-align: center;">Esti demon, copila, ca numai c-o zare<br />Din genele-ti lunge, din ochiul tau mare<br />Facusi pe-al meu inger cu spaima să zboare,<br />El, veghea mea sfinta, amicul fidel ?<br />Ori poate !... O,-nchide lungi genele tale,<br />Să pot recunoaste trasaturile-ti pale,<br />Căci tu - <span style="font-style: italic;">tu esti el</span>.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364504664950180395-8888640977286602410?l=emmag03.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emma Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407914590565458725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364504664950180395.post-29551030111660941772009-04-24T20:04:00.003+03:002009-04-24T20:28:59.583+03:00Imi displace din ce in ce mai mult orasul asta, cu un magazin maaare si lat, unde niciodata nu gasesti mai nimic si un mall, doua (al doilea doar de forma) unde o bluza din cel mai stupid material posibil te frige imediat ce ai rasucit eticheta :|<br /><br />Pleci plina de entuziasm la "shopping", impreuna cu unul, doua ajutoare, ca deh! e prea tough and boring only by yourself, sperand ca imediat ce pui primul pas in mall o sa iti sara in ochi bluza perfecta, o probezi (daca mai e cazul), o cumperi si te intorci linistita acasa :D (at least, asa ar arata cumparaturile ideale pentru mine)<br /><br />Dar nu, nu, nu... ce farmec ar mai avea daca nu petreci jumatate de zi in cautarea unui lucru inexistent, daca nu te scot din minti "amabilele" vanzatoare, care se fac galben-verzui doar din simplul motiv ca te-ai razgandit brusc si ai dori sa mai cauti (poate ca daca as lua in considerare si cat de dificila sunt, ar mai exista ceva compasiune pentru bietele femei, poate!), daca nu ti se fac picioarele ca doua gogosi cu gem si nu in ultimul rand daca nu ajungi acasa eeeeexact cu ce nu iti propusesesi sa cumperi?!?!<br /><br />In astfel de momente, mi-as fi dorit sa traiesc la tara :)) un singur magazin (daca se poate numi asa), un singur model de pantaloni/bluza/tricou, iei ce gasesti and that's it :))<br /><br />Si totusi, trebuie sa recunosc ca exista si o parte funny and enjoyable :D cand moralul sta sa se loveasca de pamant, auzi un glas care spune " Chill, incearca sa nu te enervezi. Ce zici de asta? :>" si chiar daca "asta" e cea mai oribila bluza pe care ai vazut-o vreodata, nu uiti sa multumesti ca nu esti singura in aceasta Misiune Imposibila :D<br /><br />Si ce e de facut? O tura pe la raionul dulciuri si locul se transforma in unul paradisiac, toate greutatile dispar si parca perechea de pantaloni pe care ti-ai luat-o e chiar ok, desi tu ai plecat de acasa cu gandul la o banala bluza de primavara :P<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364504664950180395-2955103011166094177?l=emmag03.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emma Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407914590565458725noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364504664950180395.post-30235598215219414562009-04-10T19:20:00.010+03:002009-06-02T20:35:12.188+03:00<div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(64, 0, 88);font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Wow, can't believe it :D e vacanta :> si ce mai vacanta de o saptamana, in care nu ai timp nici macar sa iti tragi sufletul, pentru ca, of course, trebuie sa te pregatesti pentru tezele care incep din primele saptamani de scoala (not really the 1st, ci a doua, dar prima nu se pune ca suntem in mare petrecere cu ziua liceului bla bla...) si totusi sa uitam de scoala :))</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Insa gandurile mele pline de inocenta precum ca ma voi trezi foaaaarte tarziu s-au spulberat... deoarece mi s-au pregatit alte planuri in aceasta saptamana :)) cum ar fi o curatenie zdravana asa, ca inainte de Pasti :| thx God I am not the only one :)) (nu ma bucur de raul altora, dar ma consolez ca mai sunt si altii ca mine :D)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">O alta leapsa :D "pasata" de <a href="http://dark3y3s.blogspot.com/">Deea</a>, anyone invited :)</span><br /><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >5 melodii straine ce merita ascultate:</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" ><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">1. 3 Doors Down - She don't want the world</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">2. Goo Goo Dolls - Iris</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">3.Poets of the Fall - Sleep</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">4.Amy MacDonald - This is the life</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">5.James Morrison - Please don't stop the rain</span><br /></span></div><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(64, 0, 88); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">5 melodii romanesti ce merita ascultate:</span><br /></span></div><div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(64, 0, 88);font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">1. Holograf - Primavara incepe cu tine :x</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">2.Vama - Fotomodele</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">3.Vama Veche - Copilul si durerea</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">4.Taxi - E timpul sa iubesti</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">5.Spin - Ploaia</span><br /></span></div><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(64, 0, 88);font-size:100%;" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">5 carti ce merita citite</span>:</span><br /></span></div><div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(64, 0, 88);font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">1. Invitatie la Vals - Mihail Drumes</span><br /></span></div><div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(64, 0, 88);font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">2. Dincolo de bine, dincoace de rau - Aurora Liiceanu, Alice Nastase</span><br /></span></div><div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(64, 0, 88);font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">3. Love story - Eric Segal</span><br /></span></div><div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(64, 0, 88);font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">4. Dragostea nu moare - Maitreyi Devi</span><br /></span></div><div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(64, 0, 88);font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">5. Maitreyi - M. Eliade</span><br /></span></div><div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(64, 0, 88); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></div><div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(64, 0, 88); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">5 filme ce merita vazute:</span><br /></span></div><div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(64, 0, 88);font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">1. 13 going on 30 :D</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">2. Slumdog Millionaire</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">3. Jeux d'Enfants (Love me if you dare)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">4. Mirrors</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">5. August Rush</span><br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ></span><div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >5 piese de teatru:<br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(64, 0, 88);font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">1. Mincinosul (il ador pe Claudiu Bleont :x)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">2. Adam Geist</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">3.Desteptarea Primaverii</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">4. :-??</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">5. -</span><br /></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ></span><div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(64, 0, 88); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><br />5 persoane admirabile:</span><br /></span></div><div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(64, 0, 88);font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">1. just my mom &amp; dad :D</span><blockquote style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"></blockquote><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(64, 0, 88);font-size:13;" ><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364504664950180395-3023559821521941456?l=emmag03.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emma Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407914590565458725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364504664950180395.post-84587884121102958152009-04-05T14:32:00.000+03:002009-04-05T15:50:30.657+03:00Acum mai mult ca niciodata sunt absolut sigura : imi displace profund Bucurestiul, mai ales idea de a studia/locui/munci acolo :| si nu, nu din cauza faptului ca ieri am strabatut mare parte pe jos, incaltata fiind cu pantofi si nu ca toata lumea normala din grup, cu adidasi :)) ci pentru ca inca o data l-am descoperit extrem de intortocheat, cu muuulte masini, semafoare care dureaza minute bune (mai ceva ca cele dupa Bulevardul nostru), persoane prea grabite ca sa iti ofere informatiile de care aveai nevoie sau dimpotriva dispusi sa faca glume pe seama noastra, cei din provincie, dandu-ne indicatii eronate :|<br /><br />Dar nu ne plangem :)) ne-am descurcat onorabil, chiar :D si am reusit intr-un final fericit sa gasim mall-ul, care, sincer vorbind, mi-a dat impresia ca cel din iasi e mult mai attractive, at least, as far as I am concerned :) putere sa ma mai plimb prin fiece magazinas cu preturi supraevaluate nu am mai avut, "of horses" :)), only few things spotted in fuga.<br /><br />Plimbarea cu metroul a fost draguta, avand in vedere ca a fost si the 1st time, chiar enjoyable as spune :) am vazut multe fete foaaarte wierd, dintre care nu mi-o pot scoate din minte pe cea a unui tip care s-a uitat fix intr-un pct tot drumul, pana am ajuns la Eroilor :| gee...<br /><br />Un singur lucru, in schimb, m-a incantat la superlativ si acela a fost parcul Cismigiu :D superb, absolut superb mi s-a parut totul :) flori, copii, copaci, baloane, fantana, rasete, lac, barci, clovni, leagane, nisip si poze :D muuulte poze :)<br /><br />Si ca orice excursie (mini-trip in cazul nostru), nu se putea evita trairea unei mici emotii :)) desi ne-am calculat timpul in cel mai mic detaliu, bineinteles ca am intarziat, ajungand cu 2 minute inainte sa plece trenul :)) that was a lil bit taugh :P (numai clovnul a fost de vina :)) )<br /><br />All in all, as fi ramas doar pentru parc, in rest... no way ;)) si "of horses" ca m-am intors cu un balooooon :x :)) cu ceva pliante (partea cu targul nu am mai mentionat-o pentru ca nu a fost nimic interesant) si cu picioarele ca doua gogosi :))<br /><br />Concluzie finala : Bucurestiul sucks! :D<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364504664950180395-8458788412110295815?l=emmag03.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emma Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407914590565458725noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364504664950180395.post-28568056989631999202009-03-12T20:14:00.000+02:002009-03-12T20:38:37.911+02:00De ceva ani incoace visam cateodata la clipa in care voi fi vazuta drept un adult, cand voi decide singura ce/cum, cand ma voi razvrati impotriva tuturor si voi face cum cred eu ca e cel mai bine... dar ceva nu e in regula, nu am acel feeling :))<br /><br />Uite ca timpul a fost foarte rapid si m-a apucat usurel de un picior, ca sa imi aduca aminte ca a mai trecut un an, si inca ce an :) cu bune, rele, nici prea, prea, nici foarte, foarte, insa un an care reprezinta incheierea unei etape din viata fiecaruia :D Si totusi, dupa cum spuneam, poate data nasterii arata ca am 18, dar eu cu siguranta am altceva de spus :))<br /><br />Cu siguranta nu se schimba totul intr-o noapte, cu siguranta nu devii matur fara sa simti :) cel putin, as far as I am concerned, mai am un an jumatate de stat acasa, tot ai mei imi dau bani, tot mama face mancare, curatenie etc. si eu tot o copilita fara minte sunt :)) nici macar de carnet nu dau pana la vara :) asa ca it ain't such a big deal :P<br /><br />Hm.. si parca ceva tot e diferit :P poate doar gandul ca OFICIAL sunt responsabila de toooooate prostiile pe care le fac si nu mai poate fi invocata scuza perfecta : "Sunt doar un copil!" :))<br /><br />Multumesc tuturor pentru gandurile frumoase si pentru urari >:D< iar celor care au uitat de mine ar trebui sa le fie RUSINICAAA :)) :D<br /><br />Si se pare ca, da! sunt majora!! :D<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364504664950180395-2856805698963199920?l=emmag03.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emma Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407914590565458725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364504664950180395.post-12933376143469414942009-03-01T20:16:00.001+02:002009-06-02T20:37:34.735+03:00primavaraaaaaaaa!!! Atat de mult ai asteptat sa vina 1 Martie incat tare greu iti vine a crede ca a si sosit. Mirosul de primavara se simte de cum scoti nasul la soare, pentru ca, da! E soare afara :x si e asa cald si placut incat inca de dimineata simti cum o stare de maxima energie te invaluie. E absolut minunat feelingul dat de razele soarelui, acea stare euforica si de buna dispozitie care iti incarca bateriile, descarcate de atata leneveala si friiiig... but now it's the perfect moment to shine :))<br /><br />Si totusi, imi este dor de momentele cand abia asteptam sa vad ce martisoare voi primi, ce surpriza ma asteapta. Acum, totul s-a transformat in util : nu mai cumparam martisoare, ca nu au niciun folos, nici macar pentru cei apropiati, mai bine ceva util. Recunosc ca nici macar eu nu mai iau martisoare, ci am preferat in ultimii ani sa ofer bomboane :D sunt dulci, le poti manca, pacat ca nu le poti purta si in piept :))<br /><br />O primavara superba, cu muuult soare, macar pe chipul vostru daca afara nu va fi, bucurii si noi inceputuri :D and remember :<span style="font-weight: bold;"> Primavaraaaaa incepe cu tineeeeee</span> \:D/ (Holograf) aaaa si ii invidiez pe cei care s-au nascut azi :"> La Multi Ani!! :*<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364504664950180395-1293337614346941494?l=emmag03.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emma Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407914590565458725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364504664950180395.post-28831425080437175902009-02-24T19:36:00.000+02:002009-02-24T20:03:58.205+02:00Hm... leapsa? ma duce cu gandul la un joc din copilarie, de care cu greu imi mai amintesc (nu ca as fi atat de old, dar nu am mai avut ocazia sa ma joc de ceva vreme :)) de cand am fost la Oradea , de fapt :D) so... thx to Deea, am ocazia sa experimentez :)) (am o stare cam euforica, ciudat totusi, ca nu am motive :D)<br /><br />So... let's see :)<br /><br /><div>SUNT: naive, crazy, unpredictable :))<br /></div><div>AS VREA: sa am o super-putere (sa pot sa citesc gandurile oamenilor)<br /></div><div>PASTREZ: muuuulte amintiri frumoase alaturi de prietenii mei<br /></div><div>MI-AS FI DORIT: sa fi dat dovada de mai mult curaj in unele situatii :D<br /></div><div>NU IMI PLACE: sa fiu batuta la cap sa fac aia si aia, si nu asa, ci asa etc 8-|<br /></div><div>MA TEM: de ce imi trece prin cap cateodata :))<br /></div><div>AUD: valurile marii, chiar si din camera mea :D<br /></div><div>IMI PARE RAU: ca mai fac din cand in cand prostii:)<br /></div><div>IMI PLAC(E): MAREA :x (sunt Pesti, putina intelegere :D)<br /></div><div>NU SUNT: cea mai ordonata persoana pe care mama mea o cunoaste :))<br /></div><div>DANSEZ: mereu, cu toata lumea \:D/<br />NICIODATA: nu mi-a placut sa fiu trista, but sadly, it happens sometimes :P<br /></div><div>RAR: ma gandesc numai la mine<br />PLANG: ca sa ma descarc<br /></div><div>NU SUNT INTOTDEAUNA: rationala :"><br /></div><div>NU IMI PLACE DE MINE: cand arat ca ma doare :P<br /></div><div>SUNT CONFUZA: Bucuresti vs. Iasi<br /></div><div>AM NEVOIE: de cateva minute bune ca sa imi intru in starea mea happy cand am ore de la 7<br />AR TREBUI: sa nu dau importanta celor care nu merita :D<br /><br />That was fun :D si acum.. ne reintoarcem la... Mesterul Manole si a lui sotie, Ana :D<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364504664950180395-2883142508043717590?l=emmag03.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emma Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407914590565458725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364504664950180395.post-86245618100738664652009-02-19T20:50:00.001+02:002009-06-02T20:43:19.514+03:00Este chiar dureros sa afli cum prin alte parti ale tarii stratul de zapada depaseste cu mult 30-40 cm, iar tu trebuie sa te chinui cu nori, vant, ploaie si frig pe deasupra. Ca sa nu mai punem la socoteala sentimentul pe care ti-l trezeste vreun prieten binevoitor care te anunta cu mare drag ca isi pregateste sania sau ca a profitat deja de a nu stiu cata imbulgareala... in timp ce tu... locuitor al zonei de sud-est, trebuie sa prezinti adevarate abilitati (artistice chiar :D) pentru a reusi sa ajungi la scoala printre baltoacele formate peste noapte. :|<br /><br />Si cand intr-un final fericit ajungi intreg la doi pasi de liceu, cand doar o trecere de pietoni si un semafor (care mai tare incurca circulatia) te despart de caldura unui calorifer care te asteapta in clasa, observi ca, domnul ce conducea autobuzul nu a binevoit sa plece din statie usurel... ci a profitat din plin sa iti faca o... "glumita", stropindu-te pana la genunchi.<br /><br />Iar tu, satul de vantul care nu adie, nu sufla ci bate zdravan, speri ca picaturile de ploaie se vor transforma in curand in fulgi de zapada, care vor face ca si uitate toate cele ce ai patimit. :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364504664950180395-8624561810073866465?l=emmag03.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emma Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407914590565458725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364504664950180395.post-23696172424053898132009-02-16T22:30:00.001+02:002009-06-02T20:46:20.656+03:00Nu urasc nimic mai mult decat ziua de luni... dupa o prelungita leneveala in weekend (in cazul in care nu e intrerupta de vreo pregatire ratacita), cheful de a te trezi de la 7 nu indrazneste sa isi faca aparitia. Asa ca trag de mine dimineata sa imi deschid ochii si sa ma dau jos din pat, fara succes :|<br /><br />Iar gandul ca ma astepata 3 ore de info, 2 de mate, condimentate cu o ora de romana si una de franceza nu e foarte imbucurator :| ca sa nu mai punem la socoteala multeee ore de biologie :)) (prietenii stiu de ce :)) ) iar timp pentru teme... de unde?? doar ziua de maine (ore de la 9, 8->) ma mai opreste putin sa nu dezvolt un comportament total anti-school :D<br /><br />Si tot ce imi ramane de facut e sa.. ma resemnez ... si sa ii invidiez pe cei care chiulesc, pe motiv ca sunt bolnavi :D (o unghie rupta ceva? :>)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364504664950180395-2369617242405389813?l=emmag03.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emma Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407914590565458725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364504664950180395.post-9335473957689359342009-02-15T16:59:00.001+02:002009-06-02T20:49:12.171+03:00De cum intri intr-un magazin, fie el si cel mare, banuiesc ca si mall-urile (nu am fost de ceva vreme) te lovesc zeci de inimioare, domnite imbracate cat mai sumar care te invita la nu stiu ce tombola sau concurs ca sa iti dovedesti iubirea in fata partenerei/partenerului... si automat vine intrebarea: Ce sarbatorim?? Cum ce?! Valentine's Day! Desigur, cine nu tine cont de trend ar putea fi considerat cu usurinta "uncool", but hey.. nu avem si noi oare propria noastra zi de sarbatoare a dragostei (Dragobete - 24 februarie), daca tot vrem sa sarbatorim DOAR intr-o singura zi imensa noastra iubire, ce doar o data pe an se manifesta cu flori, bomboane si cate un ursulet cu o inimioara in brate, pe care scrie frumos "I love you" si nu cum probabil, unii naivi, ar considera ca trebuie sa fie un "Te iubesc" :) si mai exista o intrebare careia nu i-am gasit raspuns : de ce avem nevoie de o anumita zi pentru a demonstra ca iubim? :) nu cumva acest lucru e dovedit zi de zi prin micile gesturi pe care le facem fara a astepta nimic in schimb?<br /><br />In fine... fiecare sarbatoreste in ce zi vrea si cum doreste :) eu imi propusesem o romantica iesire cu colega-mea :D un patinoar, o prajitura eventual (cum facem aproape in fiecare weekend, doar a fost un weekend normal pentru noi :)) ), dar nu s-a mai materializat pana la urma. :)<br /><br />So... ca sa tinem pasul cu lumea : Happy Valentine's Day! (un pic cam intarziat) si slava Domnului ca de acum incolo nu o sa ma mai doara ochii de la atatea inimi, inimioare etc de prin magazine :D aa si da... mi-e dor de vara, mare, chiar si caldura aia nesuferita :D<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364504664950180395-933547395768935934?l=emmag03.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emma Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407914590565458725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2364504664950180395.post-43113431847837199672009-02-05T22:27:00.001+02:002009-06-02T20:51:38.138+03:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">Hm.. banuiesc ca nu e cea mai buna idee de a incepe in acest mod un blog (sincer, nici macar nu stiu exact ce presupune; am incercat din rasputeri sa imi creez propriu-mi sablon...but no succes :)) ) dar se pare ca e in trend sa ai blog, asa cum e si cu hi5u`(la care din motive pur obiective am renuntat), myspace and so on :) si daca prietenii mei au... si eu pot :D nu e chiar sentimentul de turma care m-a indemnat ci chiar ma tenteaza experienta asta :P we'll see what's on :)<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2364504664950180395-4311343184783719967?l=emmag03.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Emma Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02407914590565458725noreply@blogger.com1