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De cateva zile am in minte melodia asta:

Queen kicks ass. May ales in concertul de pe Wembley din ‘86. 150.000 de spectatori sa cante si sa aplaude la sincron. Mi se ridica parul pe ceafa…

Love of my life, you hurt me,
You’ve broken my heart, and now you leave me.

Love of my life can’t you see,
Bring it back bring it back,
Don’t take it away from me,
Because you don’t know what it means to me.

Love of my life don’t leave me,
You’ve stolen my love now desert me,

Love of my life can’t you see,
Bring it back bring it back,
Don’t take it away from me,
Because you don’t know what it means to me.

You will remember when this is blown over,
And everythings all by the way,
When I grow older,
I will be there at your side,
To remind you how I still love you
I still love you.

Hurry back hurry back,
Don’t take it away from me,
Because you don’t know what it means to me.

Love of my life,
Love of my life.

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*kiss*

Who is the one that got away?
I guess it's that person with who everything was great,
everything was perfect, but the timing was just wrong =(
There was no fault in the person,
there was no flaw in the chemistry,
but the cards just didn't fall the right way, I suppose.

*I was afraid or stupid*

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The Goal of this Special Olympics in Euforia is to finish the game with the person you want to spend your entire life with. Your lover. Your so-called soulmate.

They were all lined-up at the start line, Andrew with his lucky number “23″ on the shirt, looking towards the stadium, seeing hundreds and thousands of people cheering him, his name on big banners. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and isolated the sounds around him.All he hears is his own thoughts: “You can do it. You will do it. You deserve it.”

As soon as he reached the first hurdle, a smoke cloud appears and he suddenly is in another place. He sees his first love. Not his first kiss, but his first love. He was about 15-16 years old and she was a shy girl with family issues. She talked very slowly and gave him shy looks. They could talk for hours on the phone, but in real life they were like strangers. His heart was beating faster when near her, he believed this could work. Until one day, when everything went downwards. No more talking, no more smiling, no kissing, no touching. She left him for another guy…a jerk that made her cry. Her lovely face was touched by tears. Her sweet, sweet face, her lips…

Suddenly he wakes up on the track again, over the hurdle running towards the  next one. He’s leading the race in this event called “Finding Love”

…but there are more hurdles ahead…

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Once upon a time there was this island called Euforia. It was the middle of June, very hot outside but the streets were full. Euforia was the host of the Special Olympics and they were cheering for their country representative: Andrew. This was not an ordinary Olympic, as you will see further.

Andrew grew up in Euforia, a country renowned for it’s jolly people, happy faces and smiles all around. But he grew up sad. Sometimes you could see him smiling and apparently happy, but inside him sadness grew.

The Special Olympics here in Euforia were really special because this year there was only one event, a combination of them all: 10 miles marathon, hurdles and falling in love.

The Goal?  In the next episode…soon, only on Matthers Blog.

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simt ca-mi pierd esenta. Simt ca ma scurg usor din lampa vietii.
Am nevoie de ceva care sa ma opreasca. Sa ma ajute…
Am nevoie de:
-liniste
-calm
-intelegere
-muzica
-un pix care sa scrie frumos
-o imaginatie mai linistita
-mai putine remuscari

o zi maxima!

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Se da urmatorul site: http://arteceffects.eu/ . Se alege steguletul cu Romana, si te-ai astepta sa gasesti un site in romana.

Dar m-au apucat durerile de cap inca de pe prima pagina. Nu scrie “Dealeri”, nu scrie “distribuitori”, scrie “DILERI”. Nu stiu ce sunt aia. :/
Pe pagina de contact mai multe lucruri de genul. Inteleg sa fie cateva typo. Dar cand sunt mai multe dezacorduri si typo’s decat propozitii, ceva e in neregula. Trecem apoi pe pagina de produs. Descrierea e aparent ok. Dar pretul este in “LEU”, nu in lei.
Sunt multe greseli, unele produse au si denumirea in maghiara.

Poate e inca in constructie/dezvoltare.
Dar dilema mea este: de ce se ocupa un developer maghiar de un site ce ar trebui sa reprezinte Romania?
Sa zicem ca iei un developer maghiar. Verifica site-ul inainte de publicare.
Dar acest site e facut de un maghiar, pentru un alt maghiar, desi steguletul e al romaniei si scrie “ROMANA” acolo.

Ma doare inima si capul.
Imagini aici:

http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae234/matthers/artecsigramatica.png
http://i975.photobucket.com/albums/ae234/matthers/artecsigramatica-2.jpg

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Pentru ca:
- m-am saturat sa ma desconsideri
- m-am saturat sa imi explici acelasi lucru de 30 ori. nu am 3 ani. am inteles. da!
- ipocrizia e in floare. Daca eu uit, e dezastru. daca tu uiti, zambim si trece. Eu- uituc,nesimtit, prost, nu ma implic. Tu- zambet.
- eu tre sa fac totul, daca se poate si rapid. Pentru ca “Ce? Nu poti?”
- daca vrei sa fac ceva in timpul meu liber, trebuie sa ma intrebi daca sunt dispus sa fac aia. Nu “pai oricum stai in zona” sau “pai oricum stai la calculator” sau “doar 10 minute” sau “ce? nu poti? e criza”.
- nu te pui in locul meu. Nu pot face totul. Sunt un simplu om.
- nu ma posezi. Nu sunt al tau.
- nu mai pot.

si pentru incheiere: “Ipocrizie!”

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