#include<cevaNasol.h>

long scoala, info, a[...];

int HELP (int teza, int 10M1)
{ for (i=14:30, i<=15:30, i++)
cout<<"ne-am dat draq"

if ( a[elev]==a[ivi]+a[naty])
return NOTA TZINTZI;}


void SCHEAU ( )
/* nenorocirea */
{ cout<<"n="; cin<<n;
for(j=banca1, j<=banca5; i ++-- )

if (a[elev]==copiaza) cout<<a[elev]<<"are"<<HELP(a[elev])<<" nota de trecere";
else cout<<a[elev]<<"Da olimpiada in vara"; }
}


Clubs I`m in :

A lover knows only humility – he has no choice.
He steals into your alley at night- he has no choice.
He longs to kiss every lock of your hair, don't fret,
- he has no choice.
In his frenzied love for you, he longs to break the
chains of his imprisonment, he has no choice.
A lover asked his beloved,
“Do you love yourself more than you love me?”
Beloved replied, I have died to myself and I live for you.
I've disappeared from myself and my attributes,
I am present only for you.
I've forgotten all my learnings, but from knowing you I've become a scholar.
I've lost all my strength, but from your power I am able.
I love myself...I love you.
I love you...I love myself.

I am your lover, come to my side, I will open the gate to your love.
Come settle with me, let us be neighbors to the stars.
You have been hiding so long, endlessly drifting in the sea of my love.
Even so, you have always been connected to me.
Concealed, revealed, in the unknown, in the un-manifest.
I am life itself. You have been a prisoner of a little pond,
I am the ocean and its turbulent flood. Come merge with me,
leave this world of ignorance. Be with me, I will open the gate to your love.
I desire you more than food or drink
My body, my senses, my mind, hunger for your taste
I can sense your presence in my heart although you belong to all the world
I wait with silent passion for one gesture, one glance from you .

(Demi Moore and Deepak Chopra - Desire)


Clubs I`m in :

Quote : Never forget what you need to remember.

Clubs I`m in :

I`d rather be a could-be if I cannot be an are,
For a could-be is a maybe reaching for a star;
I`d rather be a has-been than a might-have been, by far,
For a might-have-been has never been, but a has was once .. an are."


My world doesn`t suck. The real one does.

Iubesc amintirile din vacanta asta. Chiar si tragedia cum ca fiecare lucru de care imi voi aminti, odata ce trece, ma apropie din ce in ce mai mult de scoala, nu ma mai deranjeaza acum. Probabil mi-a crescut (din nou) simtitor gradul de nesimtire. Sighisoara, Bucuresti (uraaaat oras! URAT! Cred ca eram singurii care radeam in metrou. Sau oriunde in Bucuresti), de maine Grecia si Sorina 7 zile langa mine (D-zeu cu mila!! ). Dupa? Moldova. Iar debate si southpark, contentii, criterii, motiuni cu e.u. si alte prostii. Si totusi, am ajuns la nationala. Ce conteaza? De maine ma apropii de Paris. Da, am o obsesie.

Imi e dor. Nu stiu exact de ce anume. Nici nu am plecat bine. Sau nici nu am ajuns bine. (a se observa starea complet nedefinita Deviata )

Quote : Never forget what you need to remember.

Clubs I`m in :

[jurnal muult influentat de vremea de afara..]


I met my old lover
On the street last night
He seemed so glad to see me
I just smiled
And we talked about old times
And we drank ourselves some beers
Still crazy after all these years
Still crazy after all these years ..


S-a cam dus.. mare parte din vacanta. Mii de poze si prea multe amintiri.. si totusi cred ca ciudatenia e ca am doar 4 zile de vacanta. Astea 4 zile, intre tot ce-a fost, dar dupa care nu prea mai dau pe aici. Bucuresti, debate, cravata cu southpark, clubbing, mare, muzica, back o zi acasa, zeci de ore in autocar, grecia, apa sarata, dormit pe plaja, bronzat la luna, duty free, pariul cu sorina si 9:29, ras, febra musculara de ras, apoi, cu ceva noroc, moldova si iar debate, subtitrari si e.u., discriminare si e.u., alte prostii, cross-uri, judges idioti si multa lume noua. Dupa care, pentru 4/4 meciuri castigate, plimbat `dioata de naty in spinare prin fata primariei.... si totusi, mai am 1600 km pana la paris.

Nu vreau la scoala. NU vreau "saisspredzetze" al lui levha, "deci"-ul profei de chimie handicapate, absentele si linguritele dirigai, disperarea lu` bacan ca suntem fete, bufetul plin pana la refuz, de unde te intorci in clasa doar ca sa vezi ca inauntru sunt de fapt 2-3 clase, impartite, divizate de fapt pe un criteriu de nimic, cum am picat pe randuri sau cine mai stie ce ciudatenii.

Imi lipseste basketul din 25 si bataile cu apa.. cu galetile cu apa..

A fost Busteni, a fost Sighisoara, la anu` Timisoara si a fost frumos. Si-mi place si clasa. Asa cum suntem. em unu`..


Quote : The greatest happiness in life is the conviction that we are loved, loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.

Amintiri ranjite :
"Brbbrbrbruze"
"Bazz!"
"Ma freakin` heaaaaad, ma` freakin` heaad!"
"Da` dha ce douaa??"
"Ce-are asa interesant intre picioare??"
"Dati astea CA SA am loc CA SA trec CA SA inchid geamul"
"B.I.T.C.H.E.S."
"ai purici !"



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