Am plecat sa vad grecii. Liniste si pace, cum s-ar zice, intr-un loc foarte ne-turistic, cu doua tricouri in rucsac. Nu cu avionul, nu cu masina, nu cu autocarul. Nu cu Dan Diaconescu.

See ya, hehe.

In alta ordine de idei: There is no such thing as “no pun intended”. Inseamna sa ne furam singuri caciula. Pe aceasta nota optimista, va las cu James, brb 12. Zile, gen.

James – Getting away with it all messed up

P.S. Musti, te las in charge.

Cine m-a vazut in ce fel am putut sa fac pe acolo, a zis ca nu sunt eu. Eu eram. Am asteptat de 8 ani acest moment.
E clar, toate lucrurile bune merita asteptarea.

A lipsit doar asta:

Nu-i nimic, o sa o cante la nunta mea, cica.

Pooh, promise me you won’t forget about me, ever. Not even when I am a hundred.”
Pooh thought for a little.
“How old shall I be then?”
“Ninety-nine.”
Pooh nodded. “I promise,” he said.

Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known.

Don’t underestimate the value of Doing Nothing, of just going along, listening to all the things you can’t hear, and not bothering.

If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you.

I used to believe in forever . . . but forever was too good to be true.

The more he looked inside the more Piglet wasn’t there.

Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.