<?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-9076056817552192497</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:50:21.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's waste time...</title><subtitle type='html'>... the room is on fire and she's fixing her hair ...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttheblinds.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076056817552192497/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttheblinds.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>shuttheblinds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07261513214234927522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9076056817552192497.post-2994452262181144078</id><published>2008-10-03T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T15:12:27.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivul.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To call for hands of above, to lean on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wouldn't be good enough for me, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;( The Knife - Heartbeats )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cateodata ma mai apuca nostalgia si incep sa imi verific mail-urile trimise in trecut. Mai facusem asta pe contul vechi de pe Yahoo, dar niciodata pe Gmail. A fost oarecum interesant. Am descoperit un "mini-eseu" facut pentru Psihologie in a 10-a. Take a look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;h1  style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Iubesc deci exist”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                              &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In ciuda  mentalitaii mele aparent puerile, prin “iubesc” nu fac referire  doar la sentimentul in relatie cu sexul opus, fac referire la un sens  general, o gama mai larga de emotii. Iubesc norii, iubesc ploaia, iubesc  mirosul din aer de dupa ploaie, iubesc diminetile insorite, o iubesc  pe ea. Toate acestea insirate inainte imi genereaza stari de bunadispozitie,  stari de fericire, unice in felul lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Iubire sau  amintiri?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“De ce  iubesc ploaia?”, oare pentru ca imi aduce aminte de momentul in care  eram fericit si mergeam prin ploaie cu ea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“De ce  o iubesc pe ea?”, oare pentru ca imi aduce aminte de momentul in care  mergeam prin ploaie, iar eu iubesc ploaia…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Deseori ma  intreb la ce se reduce acest sentiment, oare este doar un amalgam de  amintiri carora le sunt atasate sentimente brute de fericire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Oare dragostea  paleste deoarece se aduna mai multe amintiri triste sau frustrante legate  de persoana iubit decat cele placute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Oare acest  sentiment epic este doar o cantarire a unor factori definitorii ca:  amintirile, visele, dorintele?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Am exagerat  anterior, imaginea dragostei ca un amalgam ce amintiri, vise, dorinte  gestionate de subconsitent doar diminueaza valuare artistica sau sensul  spiritual al dragostei ca sentiment suprareal, dar nu diminueaza sensul  efectiv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Considerand  iubirea ca fiind afectata de amintiri dar si capacitatea noastra de  a ne gestiona in oarecare masura gandirea, ma intreb uneori daca putem  sa ne fortam sa iubim, fara repercursiuni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Un individ  ar putea sa elimine amintiri neplacute, sa ierte si sa uite si astfel  oare va putea prezerva relatia. Creeandu-si astfel oarecum autosugestia  iubirii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Asta ar putea  explica de ce unii oameni se indragostesc mai usor, de exemplu persoanele  cu o atitudine pozitiva. O atitudine pozitiva inseamna in principiu  ignorarea momentelor deprimante si frustrante si concentrarea pe latura  pozitiva, teoretic asta ar putea influenta capacitatea de a iubi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Iubim deci  existam sau existam deci iubim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;M-am lovit  de curand de problema asta, realizand oarecum ca dragostea nu doar ne  defineste ca un individ complet ci existenta noastra ca o persoana echilibrata  necesita dragostea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;O persoana  singura pe plan emotional, in ciuda numarului posibil mare de prieteni  apropiati, suporta oarecum mai greu socuri existentiale si nu are efectiv  o perna care sa-I atenueze caderea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In timp ce  in celalalt caz individul suporta mai usor socul deoarece are inca  o ancora, o bucata din el care nu poate fi afectata, cea ce ii apartine  partenerului, doar stiind aceste lucruri poate deveni optimist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sper ca n-a fost chiar cel mai plictisior lucru din lume. Mie mi-a placut si sincer m-am simtit ca si cum l-as fi citit pentru prima data ca uitasem complet de el. La ce vroiam defapt sa ajung este faptul ca m-a facut sa ma gandesc serios la de ce o iubesc. In sensul ca deobicei majoritatea copilasilor de liceu fac o confuzie intre iubire/dragoste si o atractie fizica combinata cu una, doua chestii in comun. Eu nu suport asta si nu cred ca am cazut vreodata in capcana asta, am stat si m-am gandit mult si bine si asta am scos:&lt;br /&gt;     Lasand deoparte aroganta ca that's not the point, sa zicem ca sunt destul de diferit si multi ma plac din cauza asta. Cant la chitara si pian intr-o trupa de care a inceput sa se auda, mai am diferite talente si in domenii foarte diferite si planuiesc sa schimb lumea intr-un fel sau altu. Dar ce pe altii deobicei impresioneaza pe ea o lasa relativ nepasatoare intr-un sens bun. Ea reuseste sa vada peste toate astea si ma face sa ma simt ca si cum indiferent ce as face, daca as fii tot eu in interior, n-ar conta. Si pentru asta o sa o iubesc &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"always and forever"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9076056817552192497-2994452262181144078?l=shuttheblinds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shuttheblinds.blogspot.com/feeds/2994452262181144078/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9076056817552192497&amp;postID=2994452262181144078' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076056817552192497/posts/default/2994452262181144078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9076056817552192497/posts/default/2994452262181144078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shuttheblinds.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='Motivul.'/><author><name>shuttheblinds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07261513214234927522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
