<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2451501075107142613</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:14:42.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickyend.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2451501075107142613/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickyend.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16778499690872804587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tP4h3f29Kc/SWitIl8oOTI/AAAAAAAAADY/HjrC31UnBq8/S220/23042008(017).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2451501075107142613.post-1477674780703408986</id><published>2010-09-19T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T23:54:06.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d0WUTeVwos8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d0WUTeVwos8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2451501075107142613-1477674780703408986?l=stickyend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickyend.blogspot.com/feeds/1477674780703408986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stickyend.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2451501075107142613/posts/default/1477674780703408986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2451501075107142613/posts/default/1477674780703408986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickyend.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16778499690872804587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tP4h3f29Kc/SWitIl8oOTI/AAAAAAAAADY/HjrC31UnBq8/S220/23042008(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2451501075107142613.post-8591590097414634404</id><published>2009-04-20T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T11:33:42.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"dar cu sechele ai ramas vad"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5g8EICAvFgY/RcYmv8r1hAI/AAAAAAAAAIk/DQ5N4ZfcPX8/s400/hands_by_edyflute+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5g8EICAvFgY/RcYmv8r1hAI/AAAAAAAAAIk/DQ5N4ZfcPX8/s400/hands_by_edyflute+copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rapidul suceava-bucuresti pleaca in 5 minute de la linia "una"(nu comentati.e prea perfect gramatical). barbat la varsta a3a(fara urma de discriminare),negricios(din nou fara resentimente), unghii pe sub care au ramas urme ale muncii in garaj sau "la cartofi" completate armonios de un ceas auriu marca "bazar", este atentionat agresiv de un barbat sa ii faca loc pe culoar deoarece, din cauza proeminentului pantec, nu poate sa treaca. apar inevitabilii comercianti ambulanti pseudo-surdo-muti si cei autorizati de CFR sa imparta bucurii(cafea si ciocolata). eu stau in coltul meu incercand pixurile care scriu subtire si costa "doar 2 lei". imediat, ceilalti 2 tineri, vecini de compartiment, contiinciosi, imi urmeaza exemplul. bag de seama ca si ei merg la facultate.. copilul,nelipsit de fiecare data(doar eu am norocul asta?) are dorintele lui pe care le exprima cu ajutorul placii stricate "uite marea...uite marea..".. si eu as vrea marea.. intr-o clipa se spulbera si visul meu si al copilului .. mama zice "nu e marea...nu e marea..." . cobor cu picioarele pe pamant (la figurat..de fapt sunt in tren)si nu mai vad decat campul si o aud pe tanti Lenuta vorbind la telefon. copilul a adormit..poate viseaza marea..inchid si eu ochii..cine stie..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2451501075107142613-8591590097414634404?l=stickyend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickyend.blogspot.com/feeds/8591590097414634404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stickyend.blogspot.com/2009/04/dar-cu-sechele-ai-ramas-vad.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2451501075107142613/posts/default/8591590097414634404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2451501075107142613/posts/default/8591590097414634404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickyend.blogspot.com/2009/04/dar-cu-sechele-ai-ramas-vad.html' title='&quot;dar cu sechele ai ramas vad&quot;'/><author><name>I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16778499690872804587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tP4h3f29Kc/SWitIl8oOTI/AAAAAAAAADY/HjrC31UnBq8/S220/23042008(017).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5g8EICAvFgY/RcYmv8r1hAI/AAAAAAAAAIk/DQ5N4ZfcPX8/s72-c/hands_by_edyflute+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2451501075107142613.post-2344790020566906230</id><published>2009-01-17T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T04:21:39.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>esti un Trabant!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tP4h3f29Kc/SXH8N6_RRPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vxxv9ge1pYo/s1600-h/P1000554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tP4h3f29Kc/SXH8N6_RRPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vxxv9ge1pYo/s200/P1000554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292288353240171762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el e WhiteTrabi. asa imi place sa il alint. de 3 ani, de cand ne-am cunoscut, nu s-a miscat nici macar un milimetru din fata geamului meu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2451501075107142613-2344790020566906230?l=stickyend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickyend.blogspot.com/feeds/2344790020566906230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stickyend.blogspot.com/2009/01/esti-un-trabant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2451501075107142613/posts/default/2344790020566906230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2451501075107142613/posts/default/2344790020566906230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickyend.blogspot.com/2009/01/esti-un-trabant.html' title='esti un Trabant!'/><author><name>I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16778499690872804587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tP4h3f29Kc/SWitIl8oOTI/AAAAAAAAADY/HjrC31UnBq8/S220/23042008(017).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5tP4h3f29Kc/SXH8N6_RRPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vxxv9ge1pYo/s72-c/P1000554.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2451501075107142613.post-7525024547855274532</id><published>2009-01-10T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T05:17:38.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zambiti, va rog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.thisislondon.co.uk/i/pix/2007/08/11a_20_banksy_243x339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 339px;" src="http://i.thisislondon.co.uk/i/pix/2007/08/11a_20_banksy_243x339.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aruncand ochii pe&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;geam am observat un panou publicitar mare, rosu, specific celor de la Coca Cola. Se pare ca duc o campanie, de care eu nu stiam (inculta cum sunt) , numita “Fabrica de fericire” cu sloganul “Bucura-te de fiecare zambet”. Compania in cauza fabrica obezitatea, balonarea, dar nu stiam ca fabrica si zambete!  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cumparatorul la magazinul de dupa colt : “as dori o cola la 2 litri.. la 2 litri juma’ nu aveti?”; “nu, s-a terminat la sarbatori” ..cumparatorul dezamagit :“ bine.. ramane la 2 litri..” apoi, dupa plata si rasplata: ia sucul si pleaca cu zambetul pe buze!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu zambesc amintindu-mi de sucul la TEC servit in pahare din plastic. Imi amintesc cum imi spunea tata ca-mi da bani doar daca nu ma duc la TEC, iar eu il minteam frumos, si luam drumul dozatorului. Ajungeam la destinatie, alegeam cu greu un sortiment, beam pe nerasuflate sucul de ananas, apoi zambeam. Zambeam satisfacuta. Era satisfactia unui     copil care facea ceva ce i-a fost interzis. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Erau zambete sincere, inocente. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2451501075107142613-7525024547855274532?l=stickyend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickyend.blogspot.com/feeds/7525024547855274532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stickyend.blogspot.com/2009/01/zambiti-va-rog.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2451501075107142613/posts/default/7525024547855274532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2451501075107142613/posts/default/7525024547855274532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickyend.blogspot.com/2009/01/zambiti-va-rog.html' title='Zambiti, va rog!'/><author><name>I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16778499690872804587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tP4h3f29Kc/SWitIl8oOTI/AAAAAAAAADY/HjrC31UnBq8/S220/23042008(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2451501075107142613.post-4775619430285970334</id><published>2009-01-09T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T12:26:56.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dès le matin</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cI_nkXUpvJk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cI_nkXUpvJk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Erai dependent de seri calde, de lumina care se rasfrangea printre draperii de matase, de flori pictate in alb si negru pe o cana de cafea.. E dimineata, e soare, e cald. Miroase a ceai de menta, iar tu vrei o cafea cu doua lingurite de zahar. Fierb intr-o oala de cristal apa tamaduitoare, o beau, apoi adorm langa tine. Adormi si tu. Cafeaua intarzie. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2451501075107142613-4775619430285970334?l=stickyend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickyend.blogspot.com/feeds/4775619430285970334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stickyend.blogspot.com/2009/01/ds-le-matin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2451501075107142613/posts/default/4775619430285970334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2451501075107142613/posts/default/4775619430285970334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickyend.blogspot.com/2009/01/ds-le-matin.html' title='Dès le matin'/><author><name>I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16778499690872804587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tP4h3f29Kc/SWitIl8oOTI/AAAAAAAAADY/HjrC31UnBq8/S220/23042008(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2451501075107142613.post-2259998427438539234</id><published>2008-04-17T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T05:32:38.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuget : deci exist</title><content type='html'>Te uiti pe geam fixand un punct ca si cum acela ar fi centrul universului tau, locul in care  in care se intalnesc toate visele tale..  Asteptari...! nu le mai cauta..ele apar la intamplare, in fiecare clipa, fara sa le fi pregatit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Visul de maine este o bucurie, dar bucuria de maine este o altfel de bucurie si, din fericire, nici un lucru nu seamana cu visul pe care ti-l facusei despre el; caci fiecare lucru este &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;altceva.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;(Andre Gide)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2451501075107142613-2259998427438539234?l=stickyend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickyend.blogspot.com/feeds/2259998427438539234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stickyend.blogspot.com/2008/04/cuget-deci-exist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2451501075107142613/posts/default/2259998427438539234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2451501075107142613/posts/default/2259998427438539234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickyend.blogspot.com/2008/04/cuget-deci-exist.html' title='Cuget : deci exist'/><author><name>I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16778499690872804587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tP4h3f29Kc/SWitIl8oOTI/AAAAAAAAADY/HjrC31UnBq8/S220/23042008(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2451501075107142613.post-4112439301689731547</id><published>2008-04-15T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T13:37:30.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viata e prea scurta ca sa fii normal !</title><content type='html'>De ce unii oameni simt nevoia sa raspunda mai mult decat trebuie atunci cand adresezi o intrebare?De pilda, azi am incercat sa aflu la 3 cofetarii cat costa un tort. Am primit raspunsuri diferite, cum era de asteptat: "nu mai e nimeni la laborator", "e singurul tort pe care il mai avem", "nu facem decat pe comanda". Biiiiiiine, zic..dar CAT COSTA un tort?? Preturile variaza in functie de culoare, aroma, textura, marime, forma, daca e personalizat/nepersonalizat, ornat/neornat. Bine..si cat e tortu? Asa.. un tort NORMAL...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2451501075107142613-4112439301689731547?l=stickyend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickyend.blogspot.com/feeds/4112439301689731547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stickyend.blogspot.com/2008/04/viata-e-prea-scurta-ca-sa-fii-normal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2451501075107142613/posts/default/4112439301689731547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2451501075107142613/posts/default/4112439301689731547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickyend.blogspot.com/2008/04/viata-e-prea-scurta-ca-sa-fii-normal.html' title='Viata e prea scurta ca sa fii normal !'/><author><name>I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16778499690872804587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tP4h3f29Kc/SWitIl8oOTI/AAAAAAAAADY/HjrC31UnBq8/S220/23042008(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2451501075107142613.post-5179942798721933227</id><published>2008-04-07T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T09:46:56.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Past in present</title><content type='html'>Ieri a fost o zi trista. Mi-am pierdut telefonul pentru prima data, telefon de care erau legati ultimii 3 ani din viata mea. Mi-am dat seama de acest lucru abia in momentul in care a disparut, eu nu l-am mai avut, ce ramane de facut? Ramane de facut un lucru simplu : sa blochez abonamentul. Dar ce pacat..dar ce nenorocire ca reprezentantii Orange sunt atat de atenti cu clientii lor, pretiosi de altfel, incat fac lucrurile exact pe dos! Asadar, dragii mei,  azi dimineata abonamentul era inca  disponibil celui care a gasit telefonul.  Culmea, mi-am zis ca ar fi bine sa-mi cumpar un alt numar temporar si din instinct am cerut tot Orange. Daca e rau, sa fie rau pana la capat!&lt;br /&gt; In final, declar pierdute poze, filmulete compromitatoare, mesaje cu un continut explicit si 200 de  numere de telefon .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2451501075107142613-5179942798721933227?l=stickyend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickyend.blogspot.com/feeds/5179942798721933227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stickyend.blogspot.com/2008/04/past-in-present.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2451501075107142613/posts/default/5179942798721933227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2451501075107142613/posts/default/5179942798721933227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickyend.blogspot.com/2008/04/past-in-present.html' title='Past in present'/><author><name>I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16778499690872804587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tP4h3f29Kc/SWitIl8oOTI/AAAAAAAAADY/HjrC31UnBq8/S220/23042008(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2451501075107142613.post-8699872806232900578</id><published>2008-03-16T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T04:12:10.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>silence, please!</title><content type='html'>voice of an angel ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DsP2TheK0iQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DsP2TheK0iQ&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2451501075107142613-8699872806232900578?l=stickyend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickyend.blogspot.com/feeds/8699872806232900578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stickyend.blogspot.com/2008/03/silence-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2451501075107142613/posts/default/8699872806232900578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2451501075107142613/posts/default/8699872806232900578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickyend.blogspot.com/2008/03/silence-please.html' title='silence, please!'/><author><name>I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16778499690872804587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tP4h3f29Kc/SWitIl8oOTI/AAAAAAAAADY/HjrC31UnBq8/S220/23042008(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2451501075107142613.post-4112101494889061730</id><published>2008-03-15T14:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T09:56:49.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the fairytale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5tP4h3f29Kc/R9xE8tyIcbI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MDpPohuOung/s1600-h/US.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5tP4h3f29Kc/R9xE8tyIcbI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MDpPohuOung/s400/US.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178089481441931698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; W&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;e are family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; I got all my sisters with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Ev'ryone can see we're together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; As we walk on by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;and we fly just like birds of a feather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; I won't tell no lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;all of the people around us they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Can they be that close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Just let me state for the record&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; We're giving love in a family dose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Living life is fun and we've just begun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; To get our share of the world's delights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;high hopes we have for the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; And our goal's in sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;no we don't get depressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Here's what we call our golden rule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Have faith in you and the things you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; You won't go wrong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2451501075107142613-4112101494889061730?l=stickyend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickyend.blogspot.com/feeds/4112101494889061730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stickyend.blogspot.com/2008/03/fairytale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2451501075107142613/posts/default/4112101494889061730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2451501075107142613/posts/default/4112101494889061730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickyend.blogspot.com/2008/03/fairytale.html' title='the fairytale'/><author><name>I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16778499690872804587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tP4h3f29Kc/SWitIl8oOTI/AAAAAAAAADY/HjrC31UnBq8/S220/23042008(017).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5tP4h3f29Kc/R9xE8tyIcbI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MDpPohuOung/s72-c/US.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2451501075107142613.post-4221322853292700100</id><published>2008-03-15T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T12:43:27.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>franturi</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; oamenii se atrag prin niste reguli care ne depasesc capacitatea noastra de a ne da seama si cred ca noi ne-am atras pentru a ne completa perfect. ne cunosteam inainte de a ne cunoaste..cred ca ne simteam si cand ne-am dat ochii doar ne-am facut din mana in semn de recunoastere.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noi in fata lumii eram o istorie spectaculoasa ...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu scrijelind intotdeauna masa ... atat de revoltata pe ea din cauza altor mici suparari... dar erai atat de dulce ... numai nesimtita de chelnerita care nu stie cata gheata sa puna era o mica pata de culoare spalacita..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... incepeam sa cred in minuni pe atunci...intr-un chip senin cu ochi mari si verzi si cu un zambet care incalzeste si un ghetar... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... icoana a timpului trecut..&lt;br /&gt;mi-era doar sa iti scriu povesi lungi cum am mai facut demult... acum povestea e fara scop si cauza ...&lt;br /&gt;sa zicem ca eu sunt trecutul si tu prezentul ... am venit in zbor cu o amintire ... pe care ti-o amintesti sau ... o uiti ...&lt;br /&gt;dar viata nu e tocmai o poveste si nimic bun nu tine o vesnicie ...&lt;br /&gt;Cand cade cortine ramane omul, pur, cald si frumos ... Cum poti sa nu il iubesti ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nu-mi insusesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;lasam povestile sfarsite in urma si pornim in cautarea altora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2451501075107142613-4221322853292700100?l=stickyend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickyend.blogspot.com/feeds/4221322853292700100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stickyend.blogspot.com/2008/03/franturi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2451501075107142613/posts/default/4221322853292700100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2451501075107142613/posts/default/4221322853292700100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickyend.blogspot.com/2008/03/franturi.html' title='franturi'/><author><name>I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16778499690872804587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tP4h3f29Kc/SWitIl8oOTI/AAAAAAAAADY/HjrC31UnBq8/S220/23042008(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2451501075107142613.post-7285839805623763256</id><published>2008-03-13T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T07:05:01.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a thousand days</title><content type='html'>un cercel pe masa, o cana pe jos, o mana pe tastatura,3 foi,2 galbene,una albastra..atat vad cand nu port ochelari. i have a thousand days to see them all. the things around me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2451501075107142613-7285839805623763256?l=stickyend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickyend.blogspot.com/feeds/7285839805623763256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stickyend.blogspot.com/2008/03/thousand-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2451501075107142613/posts/default/7285839805623763256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2451501075107142613/posts/default/7285839805623763256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickyend.blogspot.com/2008/03/thousand-days.html' title='a thousand days'/><author><name>I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16778499690872804587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5tP4h3f29Kc/SWitIl8oOTI/AAAAAAAAADY/HjrC31UnBq8/S220/23042008(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2451501075107142613.post-3667151941384181077</id><published>2008-03-13T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T05:02:53.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>comedia lipicioasa</title><content type='html'>afara e soare.&lt;br /&gt;afara ploua.&lt;br /&gt;afara e praf.&lt;br /&gt;afara e mizerie.e lipicios.&lt;br /&gt;afara intalnesti femei nevrotice.  nu voi iesi din casa, mai mult de frica de a nu fi confundata cu una din ele. mirosul lalelelor moarte ma impinge sa deschid geamul. intra praful de afara, soarele, stropii de ploaie, apoi sunetul strazii, al femeilor nevrotice si al copiilor parasiti. viciul ma linisteste si ma desprinde de realitate, nu mai simt afara...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2451501075107142613-3667151941384181077?l=stickyend.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickyend.blogspot.com/feeds/3667151941384181077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stickyend.blogspot.com/2008/03/comedia-lipicioasa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2451501075107142613/posts/default/3667151941384181077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2451501075107142613/posts/default/3667151941384181077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickyend.blogspot.com/2008/03/comedia-lipicioasa.html' title='comedia 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