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Panda's yearly top 10

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Ca tot e sfarsit de an, am zis sa fac si un top al melodiilor mele preferate pe anul 2008, ca nu strica.

1. Rachael Starr – To Forever

2. Robbie Williams – Angels

3. Nick Kamarera & Deepside Deejays – Beautiful Days

4. Justin Timberlake – What Goes Around Comes Around

Bancul zilei

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Un puşti vine revoltat de la şcoală şi îi spune tatălui său că acolo îl pun să înveţe numai inutilităţi. Tatăl îl întreabă uimit:
– Cum adică?
– Păi la istorie ne pune să memorăm nişte ani: 1848/1877-1878/1907/1944/1989. Cică sînt importanţi!
– Altceva…
– Păi la geografie tot aşa trebuie să reţinem tot felul de denumiri, ca de exemplu: Carpaţii “Scurburii”, Strîmtoarea “Fosfor” şi Dardanele, de parcă mi-ar folosi la ceva chestiile astea! Dacă mă întrabă careva merg repede la un Internet Cafe, dau search pe Google şi aflu… simplu, nu?
– Da, fiule, da’ să zicem că ieşi şi tu cu o fată, şi cum vă ţineţi voi aşa, de mînă, ea te întreabă ce înălţime are vîrful Chomolugma?
– Nu-i problemă! Merg repede la un Internet Cafe, că-i deschis non-stop, dau search pe Google, aflu şi mă întorc să-i spun…
– Da, da’ pînă te întorci tu să-i spui că are 8848 m s-ar putea să o găseşti ocupată!
– Cu cine?
– Păi, tot cu un prost aşa ca tine, da’ care are laptop!

Miss you

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Asta nu e chiar cu aduceri aminte, e pusa asa.. ca imi place mie :p

Trentemoller – Miss you

Maxima zilei

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“The only way most people recognize their limits is by trespassing on them.”


Tom Morris

Graba strica treaba

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Intr-un avion pilotii au uitat microfonul de comunicatie cu pasagerii deschis: Zice unul: “Ce facem? Facem sex cu stewardesa sau mancam?” Celalat raspunde: “mancam mai intai” Stewardesa ii aude si se grabeste spre cabina sa-i avertizeze ca au lasat intercomunicatia deschisa, dar se impidedica si cade. La care o batrana zice: “Nu te grabi maica, n-ai auzit? Mai intai vor sa manance”

Where The Wild Roses Grow

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O melodie mai cu aduceri aminte…

Kylie Minogue&Nick Cave – Where The Wild Roses Grow
– lyrics –

They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day

From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
As she stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
They grew down the river, all bloody and wild

When he knocked on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
He wiped the tears that ran down my face

CHORUS

On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I’d seen
I said, ‘Do you know where the wild roses grow
So sweet and scarlet and free?’

On the second day he came with a single rose
Said: ‘Will you give me your loss and your sorrow?’
I nodded my head, as I layed on the bed
He said, ‘If I show you the roses will you follow?’

CHORUS

On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he stood smiling above me with a rock in his fist

On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I kissed her goodbye, I said, ‘All beauty must die’
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth

CHORUS