<?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-6421482737543458121</id><updated>2011-11-28T01:23:34.674+02:00</updated><category term='timp'/><category term='frustrati'/><category term='oameni'/><category term='teribilisti'/><title type='text'>Loretta Young Silks</title><subtitle type='html'>urban dictionary says  

1. n. One who is superficial, too perfect, shallow, and fake.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorettayoungsilks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421482737543458121/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorettayoungsilks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Loretta Young Silks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OUwfWk1bOyA/R_k5w5q9W1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/uO4nSrNT68M/S220/breton.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421482737543458121.post-3640620168487912542</id><published>2010-11-17T04:29:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T04:43:12.610+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid things</title><content type='html'>Exista oare o limita a lucrurilor stupide pe care le faci atunci cand orice buna intentie a ta mai rau agraveaza situatia? De exemplu, cand ti se termina relatia...haha traducere motamo...it runs out-go get a new one....like that's ever easy. Atunci cand realizezi ca n-au nici un sens acele mind games esuate pe care fiecare le face intr-o relatie doar ca sa demonstreze ca poate manipula persoana de langa el...ca are controlul. Inconstient, evident. Dar realizezi ca sunt inutile si atunci apelezi la partea umana simpla normala a lucrurilor, cum ar fi sa-ti exprimi sentimentele fara a-ti fi frica de consecinte. Ce se poate intampla? Spui te iubesc si primesti un te iubesc la loc, asa ca replica automata, seaca, superficiala sau nimic. Eu optez ptr nimic. Si atunci cand tu iti exprimi sentimentele, te deschizi total pentru ca asta crezi tu ca o sa faca sa dispara toate problemele, in mod normal ar trebui sa conteze cel mai mult sentimentele, da, nu e o idee rea...pentru o lume ideala. Dar, surpriza, lumea noastra nu e ideala. Exista orgoliu dus in extrem, exista complexe de tot felul, exista chiar incapabilitatea de a te exprima, de a relationa cu cineva, in final de a avea o relatie. Si totusi, optezi pentru dezbracarea de tot ce te-a impiedicat vreodata sa-ti exprimi sentimentele si o comiti. Si te simti si bine in timp ce faci asta, te simti sincer, fara apasarea gandirii a n miscari inainte, te entuziasmezi, te gandesti ca o sa se rezolve tot, pana ajungi in punctul in care ai terminat ce ai avut de spus si urmeaza sa primesti reactia. Esti ca un copil care deschide cadoul de Craciun, numai ca o sa cunosti imediat dezamagire. O sa constati ca nu e asa cum ai crezut tu, cum te-ai asteptat. Evident, atunci cand ai asteptari, dezamagirea e cu atat mai mare, dar nu te poti abtine. Si ti-o iei in bot. Dar asta in loc sa te trezeasca, are un efect tare ciudat. Te incapataneaza si mai tare. Si de parca n-ar fi de ajuns expunerea ta, ajungi usor usor sa te rogi, sa implori, sa faci lucruri total idioate la care daca te-ai gandi cu mintea limpede la ele, ai zice ca n-ai face niciodata asa ceva, chiar ai rade. Si uita-te cum le faci acum. Intrebarea mea este DE CE?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421482737543458121-3640620168487912542?l=lorettayoungsilks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorettayoungsilks.blogspot.com/feeds/3640620168487912542/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6421482737543458121&amp;postID=3640620168487912542' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421482737543458121/posts/default/3640620168487912542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421482737543458121/posts/default/3640620168487912542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorettayoungsilks.blogspot.com/2010/11/stupid-things.html' title='Stupid things'/><author><name>Loretta Young Silks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OUwfWk1bOyA/R_k5w5q9W1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/uO4nSrNT68M/S220/breton.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421482737543458121.post-6677812239246580727</id><published>2010-11-16T02:41:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T02:46:38.001+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck the KARMA</title><content type='html'>I'm hurt! Fucking finally! Era timpul sa se intample si asta, karma nu iarta pe nimeni...sa zicem. Whatever karma means...Nu-s multe cuvinte care sa pice bine in situatia asta, sunt oameni. Oameni care au si ei problemele lor, cum ar fi sa futa sau sa bea un ceai, oricum mult mai important decat ce ai vrea tu sa faci, sa vorbesti cu ei. N-are sens! Uite asa apare generatia "blog". Uite asa apar si eu. Uite asa ma plang de incapabilitatea mea de a avea relatii, de a ma exprima clar fara cel de-al 102-lea inteles. Who cares? I'm hurt. That's it. Ne vedem peste 2 ani cu aceeasi tema...fuck the karma!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421482737543458121-6677812239246580727?l=lorettayoungsilks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorettayoungsilks.blogspot.com/feeds/6677812239246580727/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6421482737543458121&amp;postID=6677812239246580727' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421482737543458121/posts/default/6677812239246580727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421482737543458121/posts/default/6677812239246580727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorettayoungsilks.blogspot.com/2010/11/fuck-karma.html' title='Fuck the KARMA'/><author><name>Loretta Young Silks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OUwfWk1bOyA/R_k5w5q9W1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/uO4nSrNT68M/S220/breton.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421482737543458121.post-792883935083109270</id><published>2009-02-18T14:59:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T15:20:19.310+02:00</updated><title type='text'>pay attention to the grown-ups!</title><content type='html'>ideea e ca nu stiu sigur ce vreau sa spun aici...poate o sa vi se para ca dau dreptate acelor mii de voci care spun "nu!" cu atata convingere...dar m-am saturat pur si simplu de oameni care se cred ei genii ce sunt in stare sa revolutioneze lumea si "sistemele de gandire"...psihanaliza...pf...minciuna! pe langa ce pot ei...si incerc sa ma abtin de la comentarii cand se apuca ei sa-mi povesteasca pentru ca cine stie...poate chiar au vreo idee buna...de ce sa nu-i asculti? dar asta ar trebui sa se gandeasca un student la psihologie care face practica...nu eu. eu ce treaba am? de ce nu pot sa spun sec "nu ma intereseaza esti nebun"? ar fi simplu pentru mine si linistitor pentru nervii mei. dar fac marea greseala sa ma gandesc cum s-ar simti persoana respectiva daca i-as reteza toate iluziile cu o replica asa seaca. probabil ii inspir un pic de incredere din moment ce sunt privilegiata sa aflu in AVANPREMIERA ca "oamenii dupa ce vor intelege de fapt cum functioneaza creierul..." (nu vreti continuarea va asigur). repet...nu shtiu ce vreau sa spun cu asta...ba da...spun ca nu shtiu cum sa reactionez...de fapt cum ar fi mai bine sa reactionez in astfel de cazuri si pana la urma compasiunea mea nu va salva africa de la saracie...asa ca probabil voi opta ptr replica seaca. multumesc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421482737543458121-792883935083109270?l=lorettayoungsilks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorettayoungsilks.blogspot.com/feeds/792883935083109270/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6421482737543458121&amp;postID=792883935083109270' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421482737543458121/posts/default/792883935083109270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421482737543458121/posts/default/792883935083109270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorettayoungsilks.blogspot.com/2009/02/ideea-e-ca-nu-stiu-sigur-ce-vreau-sa.html' title='pay attention to the grown-ups!'/><author><name>Loretta Young Silks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OUwfWk1bOyA/R_k5w5q9W1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/uO4nSrNT68M/S220/breton.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6421482737543458121.post-1617208118019391185</id><published>2008-04-06T23:42:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T00:03:01.853+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teribilisti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrati'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oameni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp'/><title type='text'>time passes...</title><content type='html'>oare odata cu trecerea timpului, cu inaintarea in varsta incepi sa te simti impotent in fata atator lucruri noi care apar, care sunt aduse de generatiile ce ne urmeaza? si poate unii nu fac fata schimbarilor in masa si se agata de o singura portita, ceva ce li se pare lor ca pot face in mod natural , fara multa bataie de cap, ceva care sa le asigure o oarecare continuitate in randul juvinimii. un exemplu marcant ar fi ca tu, ca baiat/ barbat cum te consideri dupa c schimbi prefixul cu 2, sa iti asiguri aceasta continuitate prin diverse relatii, bineinteles cu pustoaice din generatia tanara, de maxim 16 ani. normal, in randul lor esti COOL ptr ca stii anumite chestii, ai anumiti prieteni, doar ai si o anumita varsta. si mai ales "iubita" ta minora te adora, te iubeste, are ea impresia, dar asta doar ca esti considerat cool de colegii ei. da, capata si ea un anumit statut...deja prietenii ei nu-i mai zic pe nume...se exprima cu "uite-o si p aia d e cu X", X fiind tu. si merge relatia maxim o saptamana ca te oboseste cu copilariile ei, cu ideile ei infantile si naive despre viata si despre relatia voastra. ea vrea ursuleti si plimbari prin parc, tu vrei sex si relaxare. da, in mod cert va completati. ai putea sa spui ca...nu stiu...poate mentine copilaria/adolescenta vie in tine. bun. si tu ce mentii in ea? orgasme...poate.&lt;br /&gt;copiii sunt teribilisti. da, le zic copii ptr ca n-au depasit stadiul desi se apropie de 17 ani. ei vor sa fie populari, sa-i stie toata lumea, dar nu oricum. olimpiadele nu dau bine in dosarul unui astfel de copil dornic de popularitate. mai bine se cupleaza cu o tipa/ un tip tare si au rezolvat problema. apoi mai trebuie sa mentina si relatia in ochii colegilor, ca altfel ce farmec ar mai avea?  adevarul e...ca va completati...voi din ce in ce mai profitori si ei din ce in ce mai naivi. succes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6421482737543458121-1617208118019391185?l=lorettayoungsilks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorettayoungsilks.blogspot.com/feeds/1617208118019391185/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6421482737543458121&amp;postID=1617208118019391185' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421482737543458121/posts/default/1617208118019391185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6421482737543458121/posts/default/1617208118019391185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorettayoungsilks.blogspot.com/2008/04/oare-odata-cu-trecerea-timpului-cu.html' title='time passes...'/><author><name>Loretta Young Silks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_OUwfWk1bOyA/R_k5w5q9W1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/uO4nSrNT68M/S220/breton.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
