﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[iica's BLOG]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/iica/</link><description><![CDATA[]]></description><language>en-us</language><copyright>bitcomet.com</copyright><pubDate>Mon, 10 Dec 2007 15:41:10 GMT</pubDate><lastBuildDate>Mon, 10 Dec 2007 15:41:10 GMT</lastBuildDate><generator>bitcomet.com</generator><docs>http://cyber.law.harvard.edu/rss/rss.html</docs><ttl>30</ttl><item><title><![CDATA[beauty]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/iica/post_11694/</link><description><![CDATA[<p>
... it is so overated.
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Every person has his idea about beauty, about the way the perfect one should look. When it comes to guis it's a little easier - the girl must have either long legs, a specific colour of hair - preferably blond, or big &quot;brains&quot; ... but when it comes to girls...this are a little more difficult. 
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Any way, i noticed that beautiful people&nbsp;- girls especialy - have different advantages (but i cannot give examples now - to tired to think). 
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When beauty is accompanied with a sencer smile it has the power to change the world. I love the city i live in because u can walk on the streets and lock at people and occasionaly find a smile - in a child who plays and laughs, on a pearson that just received a good news.
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If i find a pearson that smiles - i tend to forget my worries. 
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Nowadays... i need to find a smile - my job is killing me, i can't get enough sleep - but i'm sure&nbsp;that in the end &quot;i<font size="2">t doesn't even matter</font>&quot;...just kidding......</p>]]></description><author>iica</author><pubDate>Mon, 10 Dec 2007 15:41:10 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[finally]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/iica/post_11142/</link><description><![CDATA[<p align="justify">
Ieri am implinit doi ani si 11 luni. Pe 1 ianuarie vom face trei ani... si nu pot sa cred cat de repede a trecut timpul.
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Nu pot spune ca am scapat de nesiguranta, dar pot spune ca m-am mai linistit. Recent mi-a oferit un inel...de logodna. A fost o surpriza atat de placuta, o surpriza care m-a facut intr-adevar sa jubilez.
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Imi doream sa simt din partea lui aceasta hotarare si dupa un an greu...totul pare a se fi rezolvat.
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don't eat that...it is unhealty; don't drink that... it is filled with chemicals
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Our entire life is surrounded with dos and don'ts and we have to decide every second what is good for us, what could become our rutine and what should be left out. I believe that the same happends with fact, events and memorie. 
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We have the possibility to choose what will efect our life. This builds our personality and the capacity to adjust to&nbsp;the environment sorrounding us and to the people that interract with us.
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Recently i've read that we have the cappacity to live only with drinking water and eating from time to time a slice of bread... that could happen only if we wouldn't move, and be still most of the time.
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Who would like to live like that??
</p>]]></description><author>iica</author><pubDate>Sat, 01 Dec 2007 08:11:41 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[runaway - linkin park]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/iica/post_9578/</link><description><![CDATA[<font size="2"><strong>&quot;Runaway&quot;<br /> <br /> </strong>Graffiti decorations<br />
Under a sky of dust<br />
A constant wave of tension<br />
On top of broken trust<br />
The lessons that you taught me<br />
I learn were never true<br />
Now I find myself in question<br />
(They point the finger at me again)<br />
Guilty by association<br />
(You point the finger at me again)<br /> <br />
I wanna run away<br />
Never say goodbye<br />
I wanna know the truth<br />
Instead of wondering why<br />
I wanna know the answers<br />
No more lies<br />
I wanna shut the door<br />
And open up my mind<br /> <br />
Paper bags and angry voices<br />
Under a sky of dust<br />
Another wave of tension<br />
Has more than filled me up<br />
All my talk of taking action<br />
These words were never true<br />
Now I find myself in question<br />
(They point the finger at me again)<br />
Guilty by association<br />
(You point the finger at me again)<br /> <br />
I wanna run away<br />
Never say goodbye<br />
I wanna know the truth<br />
Instead of wondering why<br />
I wanna know the answers<br />
No more lies<br />
I wanna shut the door<br />
And open up my mind<br /> <br />
i'm gonna run away and never say goodbye<br />
(gonna run away gonna run......</font>]]></description><author>iica</author><pubDate>Sat, 10 Nov 2007 01:25:55 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[recomandation]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/iica/post_2171/</link><description><![CDATA[<p align="justify">
Recently i've finished readin &quot;The collector&quot; by John Fowles, because it was suppose to be better than &quot;The magus&quot; written by the same author.
</p> <p style="line-height: 150%" align="justify"> <em>The Collector</em> is the story of the abduction and imprisonment of Miranda Grey by Frederick Clegg, told first from his point of view, and then from hers by means of a diary she has kept, with a return in the last few pages to Clegg's narration of her illness and death. I enjoyed reading this book, but it is no comparisson to &quot;Magus&quot;, in wich Nicholas Urfe,&nbsp;an English teacher bored with his life, decides to take a position as the at the Lord Bryon School in Greece, on the island of Phraxos. 
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The images presented in &quot;Magus&quot;, the action and the entire plot can induce an entire state of mind.
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I enjoy reading&nbsp;everything i get my hands on, but i must admit that&nbsp; &quot;The magus&quot; and &quot;Lorelei&quot; by Ionel Teodoreanu are the only books i've read the second and the third time.......</p>]]></description><author>iica</author><pubDate>Tue, 06 Nov 2007 10:59:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[pls help one song name]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/iica/post_2083/</link><description><![CDATA[<p align="justify">
i love to watch c.s.i. all of the series miami, las vegas, new york... i also like to watch the o.c. and&nbsp;i was looking at one episode the other days, from the third season, and found an interesting song; now&nbsp;i have a problem: i don't know who plays it nor what it is the name of the song. 
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it is played at the end of the 18th episode and some of its word go like this: 
</p> <p align="justify"> <span></span> </p> <span><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman">what's 2 o'clock the club is closed we're up the block</font></font></span> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"> <span><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman">your hands on me </font></font></span> </p> <span><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman">pressing hard against your jeans</font></font></span> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"> <span><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman">your tongue in my mouth </font></font></span> </p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"> <span><font size="3"><font face="Times New Roman">trying to keep the words from comming out</font></font></span> </p> <span><font size="+0"><font size="2">&nbsp;</font></font></span><span><font size="+0"><font size="2">now...can anyone help me and reveal the name of the song? thank u</font></font></span> <p align="justify">
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And when the stars will fill the sky of night<br />
The clouds covering your hart will leave.<br />
And when you hear the song of wind,<br />
Of birds, of leaves and butterflies<br />
That song will change your life.<br />
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My blood will be your drink<br />
And then your lips will taste like mine<br />
And we will be together almost forever.<br />
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The thing we'll need is only one<br />
The thing we'll always look and find<br />
The thing called love<br />
And, if I may, our lips<br />
The cup of blood that tastes like wine<br />
The only wine that will be mine.]]></description><author>iica</author><pubDate>Thu, 01 Nov 2007 15:15:39 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[o prima incercare]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/iica/post_1941/</link><description><![CDATA[<p align="justify">
Ma intreb, ma gandesc... as vrea sa ajung la o concluzie, dar nu pot. As vrea sa stiu ce vreau, as vrea sa ma ajute sa ma decid...sa fie mai sigur pe el, sa ma faca sa fiu sigura pe noi. Poate trebuie sa mai astept putin, sa scapam de micile probleme care ne streseaza acum, dar uneori am impresia ca astept de prea mult timp. Comunicam, vorbim, ne certam...ajungem la un consens, dupa care revenim la obisnuintele noastre. Pe mine ma linisteste sa scriu, pe el il sperie cand sciru...pe de o parte are si de ce. Cand ii trimit cate un mesaj sunt de cele mai multe ori suparata pe el si sunt rautacioasa, vreau sa il fac sa sufere, iar daca scriu un mail... spun prea multe, ramasite, frimituri, amintiri ce se agata in mintea mea.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <img src="/Emotions/qq/26.gif" border="0" alt="" align="absMiddle" />&nbsp;
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