<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363166183652588022</id><updated>2012-01-19T17:40:50.297+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplu , Relativ si  ... Just For Fun :)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>T♥ny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500613358132546389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-GOyLy_2rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TI7SN_XWNZQ/S220/%60Fotografii-0019.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363166183652588022.post-4432596734512529203</id><published>2011-11-17T15:37:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T16:14:37.583+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Here goes nothing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fPpDXAtXRsI/TsUWNnKA0iI/AAAAAAAAAUI/kFVX3ljhQl0/s1600/img2390s_large%2B-%2BCopie.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fPpDXAtXRsI/TsUWNnKA0iI/AAAAAAAAAUI/kFVX3ljhQl0/s400/img2390s_large%2B-%2BCopie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675967328475468322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Si uite-asa ,ma gandeam zilele trecute: "&lt;i&gt;Acum ceva timp obisnuiam sa scriu pe blog. Si-mi placea. Si faceam asta constant, ma descarcam. De ce am incetat?&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Asa ca mi s-a facut dor. Asa ca planuiesc sa ma reapuc de treaba. Serios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Asta-i pentru ca, probabil, minunata asta toamna s-a hotarat sa devina asaaaaa de placuta,incat ... Simt nevoia sa ma descarc :)). Pentru ca ma enerveaza, ma deprima, imi da toate starile astea care nu-mi sunt deloc caracteristice. Si incerc sa vad partea buna,zau. Dar nu-i nimic bun in faptul ca trebuie sa pui tot ce ai mai gros pe tine, in cat mai multe straturi. Asta ca sa iesi, sa-ti dai seama ca tot frig iti e, apoi sa ridici capul si sa vezi un cer cenusiu, sa iti cobori privirea si totul "mort" in jurul tau. Pai nu ma mai joc, ce stimulent e asta? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dumnezeule, unde e zapada aiaaaa?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dar gata. Nu ma mai plang, weekendul a inceput (hihi), asa ca : muzica la maxim, jaluzele trase, uitam ca-i toamna. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A,da. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Si pastram ceva din entuziasmul asta pentru postarile viitoare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;P.S.: Postarea asta e pentru &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;cel\cea\cei\cele&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt; caruia\careia\carora le-au lipsit vorbele mele fara noima, aiureala mea zilnica\saptamanala. Inca primesc laude si vorbe frumoase in legatura cu bloguletul asta scump, si nu mi se pare ca le mai merit. Nu le merit, pentru ca, pentru a nu stiu cata oara, nu am reusit sa fiu cosntanta in ceea ce fac. Dar multumesc, sincer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So, here goes nothing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Love,love,love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;ny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363166183652588022-4432596734512529203?l=blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/feeds/4432596734512529203/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2011/11/here-goes-nothing.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/4432596734512529203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/4432596734512529203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2011/11/here-goes-nothing.html' title='Here goes nothing...'/><author><name>T♥ny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500613358132546389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-GOyLy_2rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TI7SN_XWNZQ/S220/%60Fotografii-0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fPpDXAtXRsI/TsUWNnKA0iI/AAAAAAAAAUI/kFVX3ljhQl0/s72-c/img2390s_large%2B-%2BCopie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363166183652588022.post-7090371563581767641</id><published>2011-04-20T16:38:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T17:16:01.174+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pLhiCreUDxg/Ta7mdSuSScI/AAAAAAAAAT4/YHYzgundVN8/s1600/tumblr_lj53k2VOA41qzjve0o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 266px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597664777784674754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pLhiCreUDxg/Ta7mdSuSScI/AAAAAAAAAT4/YHYzgundVN8/s400/tumblr_lj53k2VOA41qzjve0o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A venit timpul sa scriu si despre propria persoana, ma gandesc ca e un lucru fun to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinand cont ca invatam sa ne cunoastem zi de zi, pas cu pas, eu inca mai am multe de aflat, la capitolul "eu". Fiecare zi e o noua lectie. Fiecare situatie cu care ne confruntam e menita sa ne ajute sa ne descoperim pe noi insine. Cum fiecare sut in fund (hihi) e un pas inainte, asa si fiecare experienta placuta e o "caramida" in "zidul" pe care personalitatea noastra il formeaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ultimul an am invatat sa ma cunosc, am aflat multe lucruri despre mine, mi-am schimbat parerea in legatura cu  multe aspecte, in ceea ce ma priveste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singurul lucru care trebuie invatat este ca .. Esti &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, esti stapanul propriei persoane si nimeni nu trebuie sa schimbe asta. Nu te lasa influentat de ce auzi in jurul tau. Toti cei care te critica, demonstreaza ce fel de oameni sunt &lt;strong&gt;ei&lt;/strong&gt;, nu tu. Atata timp cat ai ceva rau de spus despre cel de langa tine, mai mult ca sigur nu gasesti ceva bun de spus despre tine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oamenii vad la\in tine ceea ce-i lasi tu sa vada. Oricat esti de slab, nu lasa asta sa se vada. Increderea in sine este cea mai buna arma. Din pacate, nu toti sunt in stare sa-si stapaneasca increderea asta .. Si e un pas asa de mic de la incredere in sine la ingamfare and all that ugly stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tine capul sus cand mergi pe strada, spatele drept si calca apasat! Nici n-ai idee ce impact are asta asupra celor din jur. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din pacate, toti tindem catre echilibru, din toate punctele de vedere,insa nu stim in ce consta echilibrul ala. Niciodata nu ne vom considera destul de buni, de arataosi (hihi), nu vom avea destui prieteni buni, nu vom dormi destul , etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;Ma iau pe mine, ca exemplu. Vreau sa ma ingras, insa nu stiu care e limita la care vreau sa ajung,limita la care pot considera ca sunt indeajuns de slaba, totusi , indeajuns de grasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, iar m-am lungit cu vorbaria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asa, pe final, am sa insirui some fun (awkward) facts despre mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Piesele triste ma inveselesc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Am FOARTE multa energie :)), indiferent daca am dormit 2 sau 12 ore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rad. Mult. Pana ma dor muschii abdominal (hihi=)) ). Din orice prostie. - Daca se intampla sa te impiedici in fata mea, fii sigur ca pufnesc in ras. Rad inclusiv de mine, nu-i bai :).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fac complimente extrem de des. Cu foarte mare placere, chiar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Imi place branza. Si mararul. Imi place mirosul de pepene galben, insa ii urasc gustul.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Imi place sa invat lucruri noi, singura.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gata, inchei. Te-am plictisit destul. Postul asta e unul fara noima, dar deh.. Mi-e perfect caracteristic. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love.Love.Love,&lt;br /&gt;T♥ny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363166183652588022-7090371563581767641?l=blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/feeds/7090371563581767641/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2011/04/stuff.html#comment-form' title='9 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/7090371563581767641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/7090371563581767641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2011/04/stuff.html' title='Stuff.'/><author><name>T♥ny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500613358132546389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-GOyLy_2rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TI7SN_XWNZQ/S220/%60Fotografii-0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pLhiCreUDxg/Ta7mdSuSScI/AAAAAAAAAT4/YHYzgundVN8/s72-c/tumblr_lj53k2VOA41qzjve0o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363166183652588022.post-6685471759150946414</id><published>2011-04-18T22:00:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T01:24:16.585+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5hiWi1Y5yCM/Ta4LR4j0YJI/AAAAAAAAATw/88Zx7aG07Dw/s1600/tumblr_liryb1jn0Y1qi0fqao1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 235px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597423788736405650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5hiWi1Y5yCM/Ta4LR4j0YJI/AAAAAAAAATw/88Zx7aG07Dw/s400/tumblr_liryb1jn0Y1qi0fqao1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca sunt o persoana a extremelor, azi a fost o zi foarte buna. A inceput mult mai tarziu decat imi propusesem aseara, la culcare (hihi:D); azi am fost foarte calma si foarte bine dispusa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca ma bucur din ce in ce mai mult de cate ori fac pe cineva sa zambeasca, azi m-am simtit minunat pentru ca am reusit sa ma "readuc" la viata. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Totul tine de noi, de modul cum gandim si cum ne propunem sa actionam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M-am culcat aseara cu un singur gand in minte: "Maine voi avea o zi minunata."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Evident, sunt o lenesa. Postul asta e inceput ieri. Dar nu conteaza. Si azi a fost o zi buna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Revenind... Incepusem sa povestesc cum toata bucuria asta pe care o eman ... Pleaca din subconstient. Din punctul meu de vedere, totul e autosugestie. Sunt tot timpul fericita pentru ca asa imi propun sa fiu. Atitudinea pozitiva atrage , dupa sine, numai lucruri bune. Si e testat :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ma ghidez dupa un principiu : "Fii schimbarea pe care vrei s-o vezi in lume" .. Mi-ar placea ca lumea sa fie una plina de fericire, iubire , pace, floricele si inimioare. Nu, glumesc. Desi... 8-&amp;gt;:)).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mai in gluma, mai in serios.. Mereu ma lovesc de lumea asta rece si rea. Si problema e ca .. Mi se pare ca totul merge din rau, in mai rau. Crestem, ne schimbam modul in care percepem lucrurile, devenim din ce in ce mai individualisti si de multe ori uitam de cei din jur. Da,da .. Stiu ca de multe ori pici prost cand esti prea bun, dar ce pot face? Daca toti ne-am comporta asa, unde am ajunge?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Gata, inchei aici. M-am lasat dusa de val si nu vreau sa irosesc tot "elanul asta creator" , mai pastrez si pentru datile viitoare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love.Love.Love,&lt;br /&gt;T♥ny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363166183652588022-6685471759150946414?l=blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/feeds/6685471759150946414/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2011/04/pentru-ca-sunt-o-persoana-extremelor.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/6685471759150946414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/6685471759150946414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2011/04/pentru-ca-sunt-o-persoana-extremelor.html' title=''/><author><name>T♥ny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500613358132546389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-GOyLy_2rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TI7SN_XWNZQ/S220/%60Fotografii-0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5hiWi1Y5yCM/Ta4LR4j0YJI/AAAAAAAAATw/88Zx7aG07Dw/s72-c/tumblr_liryb1jn0Y1qi0fqao1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363166183652588022.post-7448237323834228885</id><published>2011-04-17T23:05:00.012+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T23:59:23.012+03:00</updated><title type='text'>17.04.10.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mskUZ2wQhbw/TatUnHbUvzI/AAAAAAAAATo/qw2LEwQ7-9g/s1600/tumblr_ldeahyOHdB1qzbjqso1_1280_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mskUZ2wQhbw/TatUnHbUvzI/AAAAAAAAATo/qw2LEwQ7-9g/s400/tumblr_ldeahyOHdB1qzbjqso1_1280_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596659992923258674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Azi a fost o zi proasta.&lt;/strong&gt; Prilej sa scriu, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partea proasta e ca &lt;strong&gt;eu&lt;/strong&gt; am facut-o sa fie asa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Da, eu, acea Tony &lt;em&gt;mereu-plina-de-buna-dispozitie, mereu-acolo-cand-ai-nevoie-de-o-vorba-buna, optimista-indiferent-de-situatie &lt;/em&gt;... Eu nu am fost in stare sa "fiu acolo" pentru mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M-am ambitionat sa nu fac nimic, sa intru intr-o profunda stare de sila, plictis, nepasare .. Si asa s-o duc toata ziua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aproape totul m-a deranjat azi. Telefonul a fost aruncat, nu mai suportam sa-l aud sunand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Urasc ipocrizia.&lt;/strong&gt; Urasc faptul ca, atunci cand e o "sarbatoare", trebuie sa iei tot neamu' la rand, la telefon. Persoane care n-au nicio treaba cu tine un an intreg .. Se gasesc sa-ti ureze de bine o data pe an, urari spuse ca o poezie bine invatata, fara pic de implicare. &lt;strong&gt;Si ma enerveaza.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N-am dus lipsa nici de dezamagiri pe ziua de azi, ca deh, asta-i cireasa de pe tort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu e bine sa iei decizii la nervi,nu?! Ei bine, nu stiu cum se face.. Dar mereu reusesc sa fiu "pe dos". Am luat niste hotarari azi, urmeaza cateva schimbari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toate ca toate, dar duminica asta a fost una mohorata.&lt;br /&gt;(Stii,scumpo,si la mine a "plouat" azi. Gand la gand!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu conteaza, maine e o noua zi, maine o sa am iar capul sus si mintea limpede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cat te poate tine o pasa proasta?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love.Love.Love,&lt;br /&gt;T♥ny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363166183652588022-7448237323834228885?l=blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/feeds/7448237323834228885/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2011/04/170410.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/7448237323834228885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/7448237323834228885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2011/04/170410.html' title='17.04.10.'/><author><name>T♥ny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500613358132546389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-GOyLy_2rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TI7SN_XWNZQ/S220/%60Fotografii-0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mskUZ2wQhbw/TatUnHbUvzI/AAAAAAAAATo/qw2LEwQ7-9g/s72-c/tumblr_ldeahyOHdB1qzbjqso1_1280_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363166183652588022.post-2873729510784863332</id><published>2011-03-01T11:53:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T12:28:38.515+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's to a new start!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B2vRrWFn5ZE/TWzKTYlChYI/AAAAAAAAATY/mxxLc045qfg/s1600/image-46cce68469950b94cf864df64a0b9477-470305_59771286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 371px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579056472769332610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B2vRrWFn5ZE/TWzKTYlChYI/AAAAAAAAATY/mxxLc045qfg/s400/image-46cce68469950b94cf864df64a0b9477-470305_59771286.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ce frumoase sunt inceputurile! ..&lt;br /&gt;Fiecare sfarsit e un nou inceput, iar in pragul unui nou inceput &lt;strong&gt;se trage linie, nu&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Asa am facut si eu. Sunt foarte optimista, din toate punctele de vedere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru toti cei care trec printr-o perioada mai grea, capul sus. Sunt atatea lucruri minunate carora le dai cu piciorul stand suparat. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NIMIC&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;nu merita&lt;/em&gt; sa te supere. Totul e sa gandesti pozitiv, pentru ca o gandire pozitiva atrage lucruri bune, asa totul se va rezolva, incet,incet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zambeste, viata e mult mai frumoasa cand imparti zambete.&lt;br /&gt;Sterge-ti lacrimile si razi cu pofta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fa exces de ceva ce-ti place.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Schimbarile sunt bune.&lt;/strong&gt; Fiecare zi ne schimba, putin cate putin. E important ca atunci cand ne uitam in urma, sa vedem ce frumos ne-am schimbat.&lt;br /&gt;Eu, una, consider ca m-am schimbat foarte mult. Si sunt bucuroasa ca am facut-o.&lt;br /&gt;Niciodata n-as fi crezut ca o sa ajunga sa-mi placa rozul , de exemplu. Acum, mi se pare ft girlie si l-as purta zilnic. Inainte, nu as fi purtat nimic foarte colorat, care sa iasa in evidenta. Acum, ador imprimeurile, culorile, sa fac combinatii ciudate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inchiei urand tuturor fetelor mele o primavara minunata, asa, ca ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love.Love.Love,&lt;br /&gt;T♥ny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363166183652588022-2873729510784863332?l=blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/feeds/2873729510784863332/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2011/03/heres-to-new-start.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/2873729510784863332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/2873729510784863332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2011/03/heres-to-new-start.html' title='Here&apos;s to a new start!'/><author><name>T♥ny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500613358132546389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-GOyLy_2rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TI7SN_XWNZQ/S220/%60Fotografii-0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B2vRrWFn5ZE/TWzKTYlChYI/AAAAAAAAATY/mxxLc045qfg/s72-c/image-46cce68469950b94cf864df64a0b9477-470305_59771286.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363166183652588022.post-281262742762311480</id><published>2011-02-22T21:12:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T22:55:19.303+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vQTuYTB3Iz8/TWQW7GnWjhI/AAAAAAAAATQ/sDPbpY_apAw/s1600/tumblr_lh1266ttNQ1qcx52do1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 248px; text-align: center; display: block;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576607443235278354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vQTuYTB3Iz8/TWQW7GnWjhI/AAAAAAAAATQ/sDPbpY_apAw/s400/tumblr_lh1266ttNQ1qcx52do1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 lucruri care ma fac fericita, o leapsa primita &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;acum ceva timp &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;de la my blog mom, careia tin sa-i multumesc ca ma bate la cap sa ma tin de treaba. (Scuze c-o onorez abia acum, dar...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Foaaarte interesanta leapsa, de altfel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinand cont ca ma simt groaznic (!), gandul la lucruri frumoase ar trebui sa ma binedispuna,nu?&lt;br /&gt;Sa vedeeeeemmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Copiii. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Da! Asa e! De cand ma stiu am &lt;em&gt;adorat &lt;/em&gt;copiii. Sunt pur si simplu bucuria mea suprema:)). Cred ca o singura data pana acum am spus ca urasc un copil (era un drac, nu un copil. A reusit sa tipe atat de tare si atat de mult incat m-a luat durerea de cap, a reusit sa sara,sa se miste in asa fel incat se misca si maxi-taxi-ul in care eram.......), in rest... Ma pot "lauda" chiar cu tentativa mea (esuata) de a face rost de un copil. La propriu. I-am cerut copilul in tramvai unei tipe. Evident, m-a refuzat. :))&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muzica. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Pe cine nu bucura muzica? Pe cine nu scoate din orice stare, oricat de neplacuta? Indiferent ce fac, am nevoie de muzica. Fie ca invat, ca pierd timpul aiurea, ca imi fac curat in camera, ca fac baie ... AM NEVOIE DE MUZICA! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fotografia. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Imi place la nebunie sa fac poze. Uneori chiar am senzatia aia, ca o pofta, de "ce-as face o poza acum!" :). O poza valoreaza o mie de cuvinte, intr-adevar. Pur si simplu, ma face fericita. Cand vad o poza frumoasa, sunt "Awwww :o3".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make-up -ul. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Sunt dependenta de make-up. Imi place la nebunie sa combin culori, sa incerc chestii noi. Ce fac atunci cand sunt plictisita? Ma machie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tocurile. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- O, Doamne, da! Tocurile, atat de feminine. Cu cat mai mari, cu atat mai bine! :)) Schimba total o tinuta, chiar si persoana care le poarta. Ma simt atat de bine cand sunt pe tocuri, mai increzaoare... Sunt absolut geniale.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prietenii mei. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Ce poate fi mai frumos decat o iesire la o bere cu prietenii, o noapte pierduta cu ei, o barfa cu prietena cea mai buna? Nimic. Imi iubesc prietenii!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bunicul meu. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- El este persoana care reuseste sa imi ridice oricand moralul, sa ma faca sa plang prin cuvinte frumoase, sa ma faca mandra. El este modelul meu. De cand ma stiu am o foarte mare admiratie pentru el,il iubesc enorm!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Accesoriile. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Daaaaa! Chiar ma fac fericita accesoriile. Am o colectie destul de impresionata,care se mareste pe zi ce trece. Marea majoritate a lor exista datorita mamei mele, care chiar azi mi-a imbunatatit colectia cu inca 3 perechi de cercei si o bratara! :D Tin minte ca acum cativa ani nici nu vroiam sa aud de cercei. Mi se pareau inutili. Acum,rar ies din casa fara. Accesoriile sunt geniale, schimba total o tinuta, sunt atat de girlie si fun. Pur si simplu le ador!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zapada. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;E clar ca lumina zilei ca iarna e anotimpul meu. Ador ninsoarea. Desi, nu mai mai bucur de iarna cum o faceam inainte, tot creste inima in mine cand cad fulgi de sus si cand simt zapada sub picioare. Mi-e dor de iernile in care mergeam la colindat, de iernile in care erau razboaie cu bulgari.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DIY-urile (Do it yourself ) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Ma simt atat de bine cand imi fac singura cate ceva. Fie ca e o brosa, o bratara, o pereche de cercei sau ca imi modific o pereche de pantaloni. E asa dragut sa-ti fie admirata munca. E asa de placut sa auzi "Ce dragut!" si sa poti raspunde "Iti place? Eu am facut-o!".♥&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunt atat de multe chestii care ma fac fericita, dar m-am rezumat la primele 10 care mi-au trecut prin cap.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Inca un lucru care ma face super fericita e ca &lt;a href="http://simple-things-today.blogspot.com/"&gt;scumpa mea&lt;/a&gt; s-a apucat de treaba , s-a pus pe scris. Ii tin pumnii sa creasca repede si frumos, stie ca ii sunt alaturi neconditionat si sper sa ne motivam reciproc. Leapsa tin sa ti-o dau si tie, scumpa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spor la scris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love.Love.Love,&lt;br /&gt;T♥ny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363166183652588022-281262742762311480?l=blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/feeds/281262742762311480/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2011/02/leapsa.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/281262742762311480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/281262742762311480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2011/02/leapsa.html' title='Leapsa.'/><author><name>T♥ny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500613358132546389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-GOyLy_2rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TI7SN_XWNZQ/S220/%60Fotografii-0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vQTuYTB3Iz8/TWQW7GnWjhI/AAAAAAAAATQ/sDPbpY_apAw/s72-c/tumblr_lh1266ttNQ1qcx52do1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363166183652588022.post-8840358615676212198</id><published>2011-02-08T03:29:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T04:16:19.731+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Promisiune.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/TVCm2UjZetI/AAAAAAAAATI/WDx_DudE5vI/s1600/tumblr_lf5bvgGIN01qcg8wio1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571136191217629906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/TVCm2UjZetI/AAAAAAAAATI/WDx_DudE5vI/s400/tumblr_lf5bvgGIN01qcg8wio1_400_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gata. Am promis, ma (re)apuc de scris!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O fac datorita tie. Sper sa imi reintre in rutina si sa fiu la fel de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;perseverenta ca la inceput, atunci cand m-am pus serios pe treaba, cand postarile erau zilnice, cand aveam despre ce scrie si cand imi facea placere sa o fac. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Desi 'dupa sesiune' pare un termen nelimitat, uiteeeee! ... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scriu &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sa fie nevoie sa deschid subiectul sesiune? Sa imi reincep activitatea cu o postare plina de ganduri rele (a se citi &lt;em&gt;amintiri extrem de neplacute&lt;/em&gt; ) si de vaiete? Da. &lt;strong&gt;E nevoie&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Exista viata in timpul sesiunii?" era o intrebare pe care mi-o puneam des. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Raspunsul e &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Cu siguranta , nu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mancare multa, pentru o persoana care nu obisnuieste sa manance foarte mult (spre deloc);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Cafea la 12 noaptea, pentru o persoana care nu obisnuieste sa bea cafea;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Somn (in medie) 3 ore, pentru o persoana care obisnuieste sa doarma 12;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Stres, irascibilitate, oboseala psihica, neputinta de a ma concentra, orice lucru(indiferent cat de neinsemnat) ajungea sa fie pretextul perfect pentru a abandona cartea, pierderea increderii, dezamagiri multe, so on and so forth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2 saptamani &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GROAZNICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Bine ca nu am scris in perioada aia , cred ca m-as fi speriat citind ulterior :)).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Acum e ok, privesc totul cu o foarte mare degajare, multumita ca s-a terminat. A trecut, nu mai conteaza. Imi doresc doar sa invat din greselile facute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;De 4,5 zile simt cum am revenit la viata. Imi permit sa ma trezesc (a se citi &lt;em&gt;sa fiu trezita&lt;/em&gt; ) la 2 dupa-masa. Imi permit sa pierd toata ziua tolanita-n pat, in fata televizorului, fara sa ma simt vinovata ca fac asta. Imi permit sa rad cu adevarat, nu doar cu exteriorul. Imi permit sa nu stiu ce zi e azi. Imi permit sa nu imi pese cat e ceasul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Inchiei aici. Subiectul sesiune e deja istorie... si... deh, urasc istoria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sper sa reusesc sa ma tin de treaba... Si mai sper ca tu, &lt;em&gt;da - tu&lt;/em&gt;, sa continui sa ma citesti si eu , &lt;em&gt;da - eu&lt;/em&gt;, sa reusesc sa te bucur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Love.Love.Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;♥ny.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363166183652588022-8840358615676212198?l=blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/feeds/8840358615676212198/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2011/02/promisiune.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/8840358615676212198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/8840358615676212198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2011/02/promisiune.html' title='Promisiune.'/><author><name>T♥ny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500613358132546389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-GOyLy_2rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TI7SN_XWNZQ/S220/%60Fotografii-0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/TVCm2UjZetI/AAAAAAAAATI/WDx_DudE5vI/s72-c/tumblr_lf5bvgGIN01qcg8wio1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363166183652588022.post-1175220767934612184</id><published>2010-11-29T11:34:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T11:41:12.269+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tranzitie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/TPN1L2kID1I/AAAAAAAAAS4/LQFv01JGp68/s1600/coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 331px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544904412709261138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/TPN1L2kID1I/AAAAAAAAAS4/LQFv01JGp68/s400/coffee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oscilez intre veselie si melancolie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oscilez intre bine si rau. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oscilez intre trecut , prezent. Intre prezent si viitor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oscilez intre hiperactivitate si lene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oscilez intre a mai scrie si a nu ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nici vremea nu-si gaseste locul... Eu de ce as face-o?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363166183652588022-1175220767934612184?l=blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/feeds/1175220767934612184/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/11/tranzitie.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/1175220767934612184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/1175220767934612184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/11/tranzitie.html' title='Tranzitie.'/><author><name>T♥ny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500613358132546389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-GOyLy_2rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TI7SN_XWNZQ/S220/%60Fotografii-0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/TPN1L2kID1I/AAAAAAAAAS4/LQFv01JGp68/s72-c/coffee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363166183652588022.post-3833791329194676302</id><published>2010-08-12T02:54:00.010+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T03:41:13.551+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Iubesc!</title><content type='html'>Ceeee bine e!  :)&lt;br /&gt;Zilele trec relativ greu. &lt;em&gt;Urasc&lt;/em&gt; trezirea de dimineata (a se citi *&lt;em&gt;urasc&lt;/em&gt; sa ma trezec mai devreme de 12:))* ) , dar &lt;strong&gt;iubesc&lt;/strong&gt; ziua lunga, in care, la 2, ai impresia ca deja ar trebui sa fie seara;)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iubesc&lt;/strong&gt; vacanta asta!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Chiar a fost una dintre cele mai asteptate vacante EVER... Si chiar reuseste sa se revanseze:)).&lt;br /&gt;De cand am terminatcu toata nebunia, nu am facut altceva decat sa ma plimb. Da, e frumos *&lt;em&gt;nu acasa&lt;/em&gt;!* .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iubesc&lt;/strong&gt; sa folosesc scuza : *Merit!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iubesc&lt;/strong&gt; cerul ala plin de stele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iubesc&lt;/strong&gt; serile in care stateam intinsa pe iarba, privind cerul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Am vazut asa de multe stele cazatoare, incat abia astept sa mi se indeplineasca toaaaate dorintele :x*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iubesc&lt;/strong&gt; sa petrec timpul cu ea. &lt;strong&gt;Iubesc&lt;/strong&gt; modul in care ne intelegem, ne completam, ne certam, ne iubim :)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iubesc&lt;/strong&gt; modul in care fiecare zi te schimba, putin cate putin. &lt;em&gt;Urasc&lt;/em&gt;,insa,schimbarile drastice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iubesc&lt;/strong&gt; cantitatea de amintiri pe care am adunat-o vara asta!&lt;br /&gt;Desi ... Sunt si ..... &lt;em&gt;Lucruri&lt;/em&gt; pe care le detest, desi ar trebui sa le &lt;strong&gt;iubesc&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ... You don't even care to care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363166183652588022-3833791329194676302?l=blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/feeds/3833791329194676302/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/08/iubesc.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/3833791329194676302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/3833791329194676302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/08/iubesc.html' title='Iubesc!'/><author><name>T♥ny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500613358132546389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-GOyLy_2rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TI7SN_XWNZQ/S220/%60Fotografii-0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363166183652588022.post-8742795517980101416</id><published>2010-07-13T15:08:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T15:28:07.693+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/TDxb0ogSG5I/AAAAAAAAASg/lfVIG0tsnR4/s1600/1029142460-0b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/TDxb0ogSG5I/AAAAAAAAASg/lfVIG0tsnR4/s400/1029142460-0b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493366605269310354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.&lt;br /&gt;Marti, 13.&lt;br /&gt;De departe una dintre cele mai proaste zile ale mele.&lt;br /&gt;Sper doar ca deciziile pe care le-am luat azi sa nu fie tot asa ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363166183652588022-8742795517980101416?l=blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/feeds/8742795517980101416/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/07/13.html#comment-form' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/8742795517980101416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/8742795517980101416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/07/13.html' title=''/><author><name>T♥ny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500613358132546389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-GOyLy_2rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TI7SN_XWNZQ/S220/%60Fotografii-0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/TDxb0ogSG5I/AAAAAAAAASg/lfVIG0tsnR4/s72-c/1029142460-0b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363166183652588022.post-8388725121714315698</id><published>2010-07-07T00:59:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T01:28:08.810+03:00</updated><title type='text'>BAC, back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/TDOt5dEpwvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/cT5A60lALqU/s1600/peaceee_by_candeiarba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/TDOt5dEpwvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/cT5A60lALqU/s400/peaceee_by_candeiarba.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490923573263057650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off... Bloguletul meu , cum te-am neglijat eu pe tine!&lt;br /&gt;Adevarul e ca nu vroiam sa fie plin pe aici de ACEA tony, 'cea mai sensibila' , nu am vrut sa ma plang , sa ma vait ca nu mai pot. &lt;br /&gt;Preferam sa fac asta prietenilor (&lt;em&gt;multumesc de sustinere , incurajari , multumesc pt ca m-ati suportat:"&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ) si sa revin cu un post nou: &lt;strong&gt;SUNT FERICIIIITAAAA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai , ce sentiment ... &lt;br /&gt;Sa dormi 12 ore fara sa te gandesti ca pici bacu', sa iesi afara fara sa te gandesti ca ai de invatat n-spe comentarii, 2 manuale de biologie si ca esti tufa la mate. Ehe , viata.&lt;br /&gt;Saptamana asta chiar a fost \ este \ o sa fie pentru relaxare. &lt;br /&gt;In primele zile am sarbatorit (ca sa zic asa :D ) , acum, la jumatea saptamanii, ies , fac planuri si &lt;em&gt;bagaje&lt;/em&gt; ,iar spre sfarsitul saptamanii decolez la maaare (da , m-a convins :P).&lt;br /&gt;'Bacul l-am luat ussooooor \:D/' , pe cat de greu a venit...Pe atat de repede a trecut. Da, bacul e un maaare rahat. Ca si invatamantul romanesc. Am zis ca nu ma plang? (Putin) Prea tarziu.&lt;br /&gt;Vorba *Ei* : Bacul nu e invatatul propriu-zis, bacul reprezinta stresul , lacrimile and so on :).&lt;br /&gt;A trecut. Am luaaat , am luat , am luaaat!!!&lt;br /&gt;Pun punct si curand pun si capul pe perna ... Ma asteapta cele 12 ore de somn :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363166183652588022-8388725121714315698?l=blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/feeds/8388725121714315698/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/07/bac-back.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/8388725121714315698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/8388725121714315698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/07/bac-back.html' title='BAC, back.'/><author><name>T♥ny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500613358132546389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-GOyLy_2rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TI7SN_XWNZQ/S220/%60Fotografii-0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/TDOt5dEpwvI/AAAAAAAAASQ/cT5A60lALqU/s72-c/peaceee_by_candeiarba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363166183652588022.post-5769824969590507243</id><published>2010-06-11T20:11:00.010+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T20:35:03.049+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The end.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/TBJxfPQILeI/AAAAAAAAAQw/4MtY54GSL2c/s1600/aIMG_2774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481568477947375074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/TBJxfPQILeI/AAAAAAAAAQw/4MtY54GSL2c/s320/aIMG_2774.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E vineri , practic e sfarsitul, desi pentru noi totul s-a terminat de miercuri seara.&lt;br /&gt;Uie ca au trecut robele , ultimul clopotel , balul ...Off :(.&lt;br /&gt;Am zis ca nu plang , am zis ca nu o sa-mi para rau... Si ghici ce?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Dupa Ultimul clopotel sunt catalogata drept cea mai sensibila din clasa , hmm ... :))&lt;br /&gt;A fost mult mai emotionant decat credeam ca o sa fie: desi diriga ne-a facut 'cea mai ipocrita generatie pe care a avut-o in 30 ani', tot i-au tremurat mainile cand a vorbit despre noi , despre clasa. Filmuletul de final ... Scurt , dar amuzant ... Asa , printre lacrimi :)). Profii care au venit sa ia parte la ultima ora impreuna cu noi au avut numai cuvinte de lauda , numai vorbe bune.. Speram ca au fost spuse din suflet si nu a fost doar 'vorbaria aia care e spusa pentru ca asa trebuie , pentru ca asa e frumos' ...&lt;br /&gt;Si acum marile dezamagiri :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;La robe am demonstrat cum clasa noastra a fost cea mai dezorganizata - Toti au tipat mai tare ca noi, pur si simplu s-a vazut ca nu am avut o clasa in adevaratul sens al cuvantului ...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Organizarea de la robe ... Doamne , de mult nu am mai vazut o asa bataie de joc. Un microfon nu am avut, am fost mutati de la locurile noatre, bataie pe scaune, melodiile care faceau parte din 'traditie' nu s-au auzit... Per total , jalnic!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;La bal - Nu am fost anuntati ca trebuie sa aduca fiecare clasa un filmulet de prezentare , ceea ce mi se pare un gest foarte lame. &lt;strong&gt;Shame on you&lt;/strong&gt; ... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/TBJxvVe9H0I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LsZmAkQp3Yw/s1600/aabsolvire+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481568754498084674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/TBJxvVe9H0I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LsZmAkQp3Yw/s320/aabsolvire+044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nu are rost sa imi aduc aminte de fiecare moment , bun sau rau. Cert e ca o sa-mi lipseasca ...&lt;br /&gt;Sper sa va tineti de cuvant , sper sa nu pierdem total legatura , sper sa ne vedem des si ... Sper sa aveti parte de tot ce e mai bun de acum inainte!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/TBJx-1W2rcI/AAAAAAAAARA/JmpfYrHlOMY/s1600/aIMG_2634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481569020752080322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/TBJx-1W2rcI/AAAAAAAAARA/JmpfYrHlOMY/s320/aIMG_2634.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/TBJyKq6xgKI/AAAAAAAAARI/b064QQhVOx4/s1600/aIMG_2683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481569224108376226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/TBJyKq6xgKI/AAAAAAAAARI/b064QQhVOx4/s320/aIMG_2683.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/TBJydWqcbRI/AAAAAAAAARQ/_BkqWKurG3U/s1600/aIMG_2759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/TBJydWqcbRI/AAAAAAAAARQ/_BkqWKurG3U/s320/aIMG_2759.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481569545088691474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/TBJykmu7ExI/AAAAAAAAARY/diMdDG_McM8/s1600/aDSCN5683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/TBJykmu7ExI/AAAAAAAAARY/diMdDG_McM8/s320/aDSCN5683.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481569669661528850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/TBJzoUkzujI/AAAAAAAAARo/sCnNOyKlW0o/s1600/28701_131438420216186_100000500871214_281604_6894617_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/TBJzoUkzujI/AAAAAAAAARo/sCnNOyKlW0o/s320/28701_131438420216186_100000500871214_281604_6894617_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481570833018370610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363166183652588022-5769824969590507243?l=blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/feeds/5769824969590507243/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/06/end.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/5769824969590507243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/5769824969590507243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/06/end.html' title='The end.'/><author><name>T♥ny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500613358132546389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-GOyLy_2rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TI7SN_XWNZQ/S220/%60Fotografii-0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/TBJxfPQILeI/AAAAAAAAAQw/4MtY54GSL2c/s72-c/aIMG_2774.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363166183652588022.post-3891500166192503421</id><published>2010-05-15T22:08:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T23:29:52.068+03:00</updated><title type='text'>15 05</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Oh , happy day. Hb to meeee!:))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Vreau sa multumesc tuturor pentru sms-uri , comenturi , telefoane and so on :D.&lt;br /&gt;Cum credit nu am (avut) sa fac asta , o sa multumesc aici.&lt;br /&gt;Tot ce mi s-a urat sa se intoarca inzecit!&lt;br /&gt;Asa .. Acum sa trec la laude. Am 19 de o zi si deja mi s-au intamplat atatea!!&lt;br /&gt;Totusi , cel mai important lucru este ca &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mi-am luat rochie de baaaaaaaal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Cei care au stat mai mult in preajma mea stiu despre ce este vorba , si despre cat de stresata eram de faptul ca nu gasesc nimic si ,presata de timp, o sa ajung sa imi iau ceva ce nu imi place doar ca sa am ce pune pe mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;De obicei 'ziua mea' nu era chiar norocoasa .. In fiecare an se intampla ceva sa ma faca sa simt asta. Si nici anul asta nu parea sa fie o exceptie. Totusi sunt fericita. &lt;em&gt;Surprinzator de fericita!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-8D2-OUnuI/AAAAAAAAAQI/aDzg7YnEc3s/s1600/%27DSCN1252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471596315229331170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-8D2-OUnuI/AAAAAAAAAQI/aDzg7YnEc3s/s320/%27DSCN1252.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mai bine la 19! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363166183652588022-3891500166192503421?l=blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/feeds/3891500166192503421/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/05/15-05.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/3891500166192503421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/3891500166192503421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/05/15-05.html' title='15 05'/><author><name>T♥ny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500613358132546389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-GOyLy_2rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TI7SN_XWNZQ/S220/%60Fotografii-0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-8D2-OUnuI/AAAAAAAAAQI/aDzg7YnEc3s/s72-c/%27DSCN1252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363166183652588022.post-565329352181649063</id><published>2010-05-07T20:23:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T00:12:44.522+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vis.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thealphaimpact.com/upload/infocenter/info_images/01032008160138@guy_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 284px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 423px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.thealphaimpact.com/upload/infocenter/info_images/01032008160138@guy_girl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Era spre seara , eram cu &lt;em&gt;Dee&lt;/em&gt; intr-un magazin de rochite.&lt;br /&gt;Am probat si am cumparat ... Apoi nu stiu exact ce m-a facut sa o probez ultima data inainte sa ies din magazin. O pun pe mine , observ ca e cam mare si nici lungimea nu-mi place. Ma duc la vanzatoare, ii spun ca nu o mai vreau si ca imi vreau banii inapoi.Imi zice ca nu e nicio problema , si ma duc sa ma shimb.&lt;br /&gt;Intru in cabina ... Si peste ce dau?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Un tip. Bun :D.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ii fac semn sa iasa, da din cap ca &lt;em&gt;nu&lt;/em&gt;. Ii fac in &lt;em&gt;ambitie&lt;/em&gt; , trag 'cortina', ma intorc cu spatele la el si imi dau rochia jos. Acum incepe partea ciudata. Zicea ceva de &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dorinte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; , nu inteleg de ce.&lt;br /&gt;Imediat se ridica si ma pupa usor pe cap (era mai inalt cu un cap decat mine :X)...&lt;br /&gt;Din 'vorba-n vorba' ajungem si sa ne sarutam. De cateva ori :X :)).&lt;br /&gt;Termin de imbracat intre timp , iar el da iasa din cabina , spunandu-mi : &lt;em&gt;'Si acum o sa ne comportam ca si cand nimic nu s-ar fi intamplat , ca si cum nu ne cunoastem'&lt;/em&gt;. Eterna mea replica:&lt;em&gt; 'Normal , asa sunteti toti'&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zambeste si iese&lt;/strong&gt;. Intra din nou ca sa-mi spuna: &lt;em&gt;'Vezi ca ti-am scris id-ul pe mana'&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu doar atat: Ies din magazin si ma duc entuziasmata la ea sa-i povestesc totul ...&lt;br /&gt;Si nu stiam cum sa tin mana, astfel incat sa nu se stearga:)).&lt;br /&gt;Tin minte doar ca era scris cu rosu, cumva invers ... Probabil dupa cum il tinem de cap :)):)), insa nu mai stiu si ce scria :(.&lt;br /&gt;Asa ca ... &lt;em&gt;TU, daca existi si citesti asta , CALL ME!&lt;/em&gt; :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363166183652588022-565329352181649063?l=blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/feeds/565329352181649063/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/05/vis.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/565329352181649063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/565329352181649063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/05/vis.html' title='Vis.'/><author><name>T♥ny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500613358132546389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-GOyLy_2rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TI7SN_XWNZQ/S220/%60Fotografii-0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363166183652588022.post-6791526280848744326</id><published>2010-05-05T13:43:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T16:54:51.734+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Superficialitate part II.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-F0fnA-c8I/AAAAAAAAAPY/PTQWVdo-96U/s1600/%60Fotografii-0009+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467779509002335170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-F0fnA-c8I/AAAAAAAAAPY/PTQWVdo-96U/s320/%60Fotografii-0009+(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si cum un rau nu vine niciodata singur... Am ajuns la una din cele mai proaste perioade ale mele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ar trebui sa stii ca nu e bine sa faci un rau intentionat , sa bagi raca intre doua persoane cu buna stiinta. (Sper ca citesti asta , sper ca te simti ... Ar fi unul dintre cele mai bune lucruri pe care le-ai facut vis-a-vis de mine.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Urasc atunci cand incerci sa te porti cat mai frumos cu putinta , sa fii &lt;strong&gt;ACOLO&lt;/strong&gt; la nevoie , &lt;strong&gt;NECONDITIONAT ... &lt;/strong&gt;Si ce sa primesc in schimb? Neincredere , &lt;em&gt;superficialitate&lt;/em&gt;, critici ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(De aici inainte postul se adreseaza unei alte persoane.....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Credeam ca e altfel , ca e altceva ... Credeam ca pentru tine chiar conteaza ce spun eu , nu ce spun ei ca am spus eu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ai auzit pana acum de incredere? Ai auzit pana acum de prieteni adevarati?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TU &lt;/strong&gt;esti cel care are de dat explicatii ... &lt;strong&gt;TU &lt;/strong&gt;esti acela ale carui scuze nu stiu daca o sa compenseze ... &lt;strong&gt;TU &lt;/strong&gt;mi-ai stricat (nu numai) ziua !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu tot ce zboara se mananca... Ai mai auzit asta? Daca da , macar acum baga la cap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M-am saturat sa se arunce cu noroi in mine ... Fara ca eu sa fiu vinovata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stii ce? Eu sunt aia dezamagita.. Si mai stii ce? De la tine chiar aveam pretentii mari. &lt;strong&gt;MULT&lt;/strong&gt; prea mari, se pare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar ia-o asa , a ajuns sa ma &lt;em&gt;doara&lt;/em&gt; ceva ce nu am facut. Stiu , mi-ai zis si tu sa nu mai fiu asa fraiera , sa nu ma mai implic atat. Dar ce pot face? Asta sunt. Am sa incerc sa ma schimb, am incercat si inainte. Poate ca asta a fost sutul in fund de care aveam nevoie pentru a putea merge inainte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bine ai incheiat si tu : &lt;strong&gt;...PACAT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;** &lt;/strong&gt;If everyone cared and nobody cried&lt;br /&gt;If everyone loved and nobody lied&lt;br /&gt;If everyone shared and swallowed their pride&lt;br /&gt;Then we'd see the day when nobody died&lt;br /&gt;When nobody died... **&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Very later edit: Te-am iertat , fraiere. Doar nu credeai k o sa reuseasca sa ne strice asa usor prietenia :P. Totusi .. Stii cum se zice: Iert , dar nu uit:P.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363166183652588022-6791526280848744326?l=blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/feeds/6791526280848744326/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/05/superficialitate-part-ii.html#comment-form' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/6791526280848744326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/6791526280848744326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/05/superficialitate-part-ii.html' title='Superficialitate part II.'/><author><name>T♥ny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500613358132546389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-GOyLy_2rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TI7SN_XWNZQ/S220/%60Fotografii-0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-F0fnA-c8I/AAAAAAAAAPY/PTQWVdo-96U/s72-c/%60Fotografii-0009+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363166183652588022.post-8434309427019780872</id><published>2010-05-04T21:56:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T22:37:48.563+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Superficialitate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-B0OW19gFI/AAAAAAAAAPA/xVHNqx62oBk/s1600/DSC00043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467497737626681426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-B0OW19gFI/AAAAAAAAAPA/xVHNqx62oBk/s320/DSC00043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've had enough. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toata lumea e superficiala.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu (prea) ne pasa , iar daca ne pasa ... Nu ne pasa indeajuns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De ce zambim (superficial), cand suntem constienti ca totul merge rau? De ce ne numim 'prieteni', daca nu suntem in stare sa fim acolo la nevoie? De ce avem pretentia sa fim ajutati, cand,la randul nostru, suntem mai mult decat egoisti. De ce suntem invidiosi? De ce purtam pica? De ce suntem amabili doar de fatada??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;De ce te ascunzi? De ce ma ascund?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M-am saturat de lumea superficiala , &lt;strong&gt;m-am saturat de tine&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beau ultimul stop de cola si pun punct. La fel de superficial cum am inceput!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363166183652588022-8434309427019780872?l=blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/feeds/8434309427019780872/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/05/superficialitate.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/8434309427019780872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/8434309427019780872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/05/superficialitate.html' title='Superficialitate.'/><author><name>T♥ny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500613358132546389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-GOyLy_2rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TI7SN_XWNZQ/S220/%60Fotografii-0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-B0OW19gFI/AAAAAAAAAPA/xVHNqx62oBk/s72-c/DSC00043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363166183652588022.post-6974754978524218465</id><published>2010-04-27T21:32:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T00:42:41.742+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464890197177581762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S9cwrhtIwMI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Ann0uYUN9P8/s320/%60216.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi sunt&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;albastra&lt;/span&gt;. Ieri am fost &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;albastra&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maine? ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dupa cum zicea si el... Vad viata &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;albastra&lt;/span&gt; si linistita, moartea &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;albastra&lt;/span&gt; si agitata :)).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunt &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;albastra&lt;/span&gt; nu doar pentru ca ma imbrac in &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;albastru&lt;/span&gt;, pentru ca am balerini &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;albastrii&lt;/span&gt;, pentru ca geanta pe care o port e &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;albastra&lt;/span&gt;, bratara pe care o am in permanenta la mana e &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;albastra&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pur si simpul , &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunt tot timpul obosita , adormita. Sunt irascibila, ma cert cu toata lumea. Rad putin si fara pofta. Nu ma mai distrez ca inainte.&lt;em&gt; Nu ma mai amuzi&lt;/em&gt; ... Muzica nu ma mai calmeaza , nu mai e o necesitate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu am forta, nu am chef, &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;NU&lt;/span&gt; imi mai pasa! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Lasa-ma!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Si... Nici nu-mi place &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;albastrul&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Ps: Hey ,buttface ... Incearca sa-ti gasesti un rost in viata , sa faci ceva util cu viata ta ... Fara sa te mai folosesti de a mea ca un pretext. Multumesc si vai de tine!:) )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pps: '[ Tony ]: o pun , uite... pt tn :&gt; :)) ' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/68ugkg9RePc/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/68ugkg9RePc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/68ugkg9RePc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363166183652588022-6974754978524218465?l=blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/feeds/6974754978524218465/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/04/azi-sunt-albastra.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/6974754978524218465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/6974754978524218465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/04/azi-sunt-albastra.html' title=''/><author><name>T♥ny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500613358132546389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-GOyLy_2rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TI7SN_XWNZQ/S220/%60Fotografii-0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S9cwrhtIwMI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Ann0uYUN9P8/s72-c/%60216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363166183652588022.post-2611823580104771580</id><published>2010-03-24T19:36:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T20:53:34.796+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Surpriza?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S6pfoPpgw4I/AAAAAAAAAOo/EidWU-SGZAA/s1600/dog-humor-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S6pfoPpgw4I/AAAAAAAAAOo/EidWU-SGZAA/s320/dog-humor-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452275443885458306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De &lt;a href="http://www.bizcar.ro/stiri/romania/despre/greva-joi-23-martie-2010"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;  . Cautam si eu  , ca orice elev normal, stiri despre greva :D.&lt;br /&gt;Dar se pare ca  ... Nici de greva n-am dat si m-am mai si convins cum  este romanu'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimele Cautari:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; greva profesorilor 25 martie 2010&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;monica columbeanu poze playboy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; sex copii 13 ani&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; programul hai la bai&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; rusaliile ortodoxe 2010&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; cutremur in moldova martie 2010&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; monica columbeanu film la 16 ani&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; filme porno 2010&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; iuliana luciu nud&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; filme porno cu monica columbeanu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; sex cu mama si fiu&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; gabriela vranceanu firea nud&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;  dinamo - steaua meciul de fotbal din date 17 martie 2010 direct&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; joi 25 martie 2010 greva &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Ce poate el, romanul, sa caute pe un site de stiri? Filme porno (cu Monica Columbeanu?!?!) , sex intre mama si fiu, sex cu minori, pseudovedete nud (Iuliana Luciu?!), fotbal, greva(asta mi se pare logic:)) ) ... Si ... Se mai rataceste o persoana care sa caute ceva legat de sarbatori religioase.&lt;br /&gt;Se mai mira cineva de ceva in tara asta? ...&lt;br /&gt;Imediat dupa ce am dat peste ce se vede mai sus ... Ce mi-e dat sa vad?? :)).&lt;br /&gt;De&lt;a href="http://vedetepenet.ro/2010/03/mihaela-radulescu-sunt-vedeta-care-a-donat-cei-mai-multi-bani/"&gt; aici&lt;/a&gt; mai citez :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mihaela Rădulescu: “Sunt vedeta care a donat cei mai mulţi bani”&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Adica ... Dupa ce ca suntem o natie care pune sexul pe primul loc , acum ne putem lauda si cu o ipocrizie accentuata. Din moment ce faci un act de caritate ... NU ar trebui sa te lauzi cu lucrul asta, nu?!?!&lt;br /&gt;'Dar nu-i nimic , sunt consolat de mic (...) Nu ne-am nascut in locul potrivit!' spune bine o piesa.&lt;br /&gt;Haideti sa promovam in continuare incultura , fatarnicia si tot ce avem mai 'bun' in noi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Damn ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363166183652588022-2611823580104771580?l=blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/feeds/2611823580104771580/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/03/surpriza.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/2611823580104771580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/2611823580104771580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/03/surpriza.html' title='Surpriza?'/><author><name>T♥ny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500613358132546389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-GOyLy_2rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TI7SN_XWNZQ/S220/%60Fotografii-0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S6pfoPpgw4I/AAAAAAAAAOo/EidWU-SGZAA/s72-c/dog-humor-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363166183652588022.post-4971307656120055426</id><published>2010-03-20T14:40:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T15:41:41.172+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Stiu ca cineva se va supara pe mine ca onorez leapsa asta si pe a ei nu. Sorina , scuze :D. Dar e mult mai interesanta asta decat o poza cu biroul meu , pe bune. Dar iti raman datoare si promit ca, daca va mai fi vorba de alta leapsa, o s-o fac. :*&lt;/p&gt;Asa, revin. Leapsa de la &lt;a href="http://doppelhart.wordpress.com/"&gt;Girlfriend.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://doppelhart.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Zambeste,cu un zambet poti lumina un suflet ce plange.&lt;br /&gt;-Zambetul este unul din putinele lucruri gratuite in viata, de care toti ducem lipsa. Pe masura ce crestem uitam sa zambim. Cum ar fi lumea daca in loc de indiferenta , ai fi tratat cu un zambet? Nu-i asa ca sufletul ti s-ar lumina? Asa ca ... Ce-ar fi sa zambim mai des?-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ceea ce tie nu-ti place ,altuia nu face !&lt;br /&gt;-Intotdeauna am fost de acord cu asta! Atata timp cat tie nu iti face placere sa fi tratat in vre-un fel si te 'incomodeaza' ceva, e normal sa te gandesti ca si persoanei de langa tine ii displace acel lucru la fel de mult ca si tie. Atata timp cat ai pretentia fi tratat intr-un anumit fel, ofera si tu, in schimb, acelasi tratament.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*’Cine îşi limitează dorinţele este întotdeauna de-ajuns de bogat’-Voltaire.&lt;br /&gt;-Nu sunt deloc de acord. Daca ai aspiratii de la viata, e normal ca dorintele sa fie nelimitate. In momentul in care ne limitam dorintele, visele, viata deja nu mai are sens... Se intra in rutina. Asa ca, de ce sa ne complacem intr-o lume a limitelor, cand putem face din viata un 'carusel' continuu, un lung drum de eforturi si de bucurii de atinge noi teluri? :)-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  ’A iubi e, în esenţă, proiectul de a te face iubit.’-Jean-Paul Sartre&lt;br /&gt;-Din nou dau de eternul 'A iubi'. In zilele noastre asta nu mai inseamna nimic. Rar se mai iubeste cum ar trebui, rar se iubeste fara niciun fel de interes ... In fine, nu intru iar in nesfarsita discutie. Nu vreau sa par mereu nemultumita:)).&lt;br /&gt;Ce sa zic, iubirea, descrisa asa, tinde a parea obligatie. Adica, daca iubesti, sigur vei fi iubit(macar din obligatie). Eu zic ca nu-i chiar asa. :)-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* ‘ A te iubi pe tine însuţi înseamnă începutul unei iubiri de o viaţă. întreagă.’-Oscar Wilde&lt;br /&gt;-Aici da. Increderea in tine , intradevar, te ajuta mult sa evoluezi in viata. Din moment ce esti sigur pe tine , toate iti ies altfel, esti privit cu alti ochi. Insa, totul trebuie sa aiba o limita. Atentie la narcisism &gt;:).-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* ‘Singurul lucru mai rău decât să fii vorbit pe la spate este să fii ignorat total’-Oscar Wilde&lt;br /&gt;-Ignoranta este mai rea si decat ura. Omul este o fiinta sociala , traieste prin oamenii de langa el. Nimeni nu ar putea trai izolat, nimanui nu i-ar placea sa fie ignorat. Cat despre 'vorbitul pe la spate', face parte din natura umana. E normal sa fie persoane care te plac si persoane care nu. Asa ca barfitul este inevitabil. Si oricat de greu ne-ar fi sa recunoastem, toti facem asta ;).-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* ‘Plictiseala o cunosc doar oamenii care n-au un conţinut lăuntric mai adînc şi care nu se pot menţine vii decît prin stimulente exterioare. Toate nulităţile caută varietatea lumii din afară, fiindcă superficialitatea nu este altceva decăt realizarea prin obiecte.’-Emil Cioran&lt;br /&gt;-Plictiseala, hmm. Plictiseala, dupa parerea mea, n-ar trebui sa fie un cuvant care sa ne intre in vocabular. Fiecare varsta are frumusetea ei , se spune, asa ca ce ar fi sa profitam de tot ce ne ofera viata si sa incetam sa ne 'plictisinm' , gandind ca nu avem nimic de facut. Fiecare experienta este o lectie de viata, asa ca ... Fa ceva util, amuzant, enervant, urat, nesemnificativ, important, nou doar ca sa nu te plictisesti.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* ‘ Vulgaritatea este comportamentul altor oameni.’-Oscar Wilde&lt;br /&gt;-Acum se pune accent pe ce este vulgar, obscen, socant s.a.m.d. Asta atrage atentia, asta vinde. Nu pretind ca sunt cea mai cuminte persoana de pe pamant , nici nu spun ca nu sunt vulgara, insa tind sa cred ca sunt de toate , in limite normale :D-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* ‘ Este foarte periculos să fii sincer în condiţiile in care nu eşti şi prost.’-George Bernard Shaw&lt;br /&gt;-Asta ma duce cu gandul la subiectul meu de la romana-oral. Relatia intre aparenta si esenta. Si acum o sa spun cate ceva din ce am spus si acolo:)) ... Oricat am incerca sa parem ceva ce nu suntem, nu are cum sa ne iasa. Deoarece adevarul iese intotdeauna la iveala. Oricum, nici sinceritate maxima nu exista. E perfect normal sa lasam ca ceilalti sa vada ce ne convine noua , ce ni se pare noua ca avem mai bun in noi... Atata timp cat nu dam in extreme si cat nu facem din noi o caricatura. Si am incheiat cam asa : Ar trebui sa incetam sa alimentam aparenta cu idealuri si sa ne concentram in a modela esenta in ideal.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* ‘ Tinereţea este o perioadă minunată a vieţii. Ea ne slujeşte să acumulăm greşelile numite ulterior experienţă.‘-George Bernard Shaw&lt;br /&gt;-Tineretea este perioada formarii personalitatii, este baza vietii in care abia intram. Cu cat mai multe amintiri, cu atat mai multa experienta. Totusi , omul cat traieste invata, asa ca nu doar tineretea este un mod de a capata experienta, viata toata este!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* ‘ Cea mai înaltă datorie a omului este de a cruţa animalele de cruzime.’-Émile Zola&lt;br /&gt;-La urma urmei , si omul este tot un animal. Asa ca, daca vrei sa fi crutat , poarta-te frumos cu tot ceea ce te inconjoara. De la plante , la animale si ,in final, la om. Si va rooooog, crutati si mediul!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* ‘ Există doar un lucru bun, ştiinţa, şi doar unul rău, neştiinţa.’- Socrate&lt;br /&gt;-Stiinta este buna , stiinta este in continua dezvoltare. Stiinta a plecat tot de la nestiinta , asa ca si nestiinta este un lucrubun , daca ajungi sa o privesti asa.&lt;br /&gt;Nestiinta este elementul necesar dezvoltarii. Daca toate ar fi cunoscute in viata si daca totul ni s-ar oferi de-a gata, am fi inutili. Asa ca, pretuiti nestiinta, descoperiti-o si deslusiti-o. Singura cale in a deveni mai buni este de a ne incalca limitele. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gata , asta a fost tot.&lt;br /&gt;Si cum leapsa a fost data de ea mai departe prietenelor noastre comune (DeeDee si Sorina), nu-mi ramane decat sa dau si eu lui &lt;a href="http://andyzzz.wordpress.com/"&gt;Andy&lt;/a&gt; si ... &lt;a href="http://29ideas.wordpress.com/2010/02/26/rasul/"&gt;Sanzianei&lt;/a&gt; :-??.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363166183652588022-4971307656120055426?l=blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/feeds/4971307656120055426/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/03/leapsa.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/4971307656120055426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/4971307656120055426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/03/leapsa.html' title='Leapsa.'/><author><name>T♥ny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500613358132546389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-GOyLy_2rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TI7SN_XWNZQ/S220/%60Fotografii-0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363166183652588022.post-8315389577443681057</id><published>2010-03-20T14:02:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T14:26:48.555+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Oscar si Tanti Roz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Va fi un post de recunostinta.&lt;br /&gt;Tocmai am terminat de citit cartea, si, cu ochii in lacrimi o recomand.&lt;br /&gt;Recunosc, lucrul care m-a motivat sa ma apuc s-o citesc a fost 10ele promis de profu' de filozofie... Insa acum ii sunt recunoscatoare ca ne-a recomandat-o.&lt;br /&gt;E povestea unui copil de 10 ani, Oscar, aflat in spital, bolnav de cancer, a carui operatie nu reuseste. Desi are o varsta frageda, el intelege ca mai are foarte putin de trait si accepta asta cu mai multa maturitate decat toti adultii care-l inconjoara.&lt;br /&gt;Tanti Roz este una din asistente... Care reuseste sa-i castige increderea, respectul, dragostea prin intelepciune de care da dovada.&lt;br /&gt;Ca timpul sa nu mai treaca atat de repede pentru Oscar, Tanti Roz ii propune un joc : ca, in cele 12 zile pe care le mai avea de trait, sa-si imagineze ca cele 24 de ore echivaleaza cu 10 ani.&lt;br /&gt;Cartea este prezentata ca scrisori ale lui Oscar adresate lui Dumnezeu.&lt;br /&gt;Ma opresc aici cu povestitul , chiar merita citita.&lt;br /&gt;Mai jos las linkul cartii si linkul blogului profului de filo.&lt;br /&gt;Cartea -&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/4596756/EricEmmanuel-Schmitt-Oscar-i-Tanti-Roz"&gt;http://www.scribd.com/doc/4596756/EricEmmanuel-Schmitt-Oscar-i-Tanti-Roz &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogul -&gt; &lt;a href="http://despreteatru.wordpress.com"&gt;http://despreteatru.wordpress.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Multumesc pentru recomandare , domn profesor! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363166183652588022-8315389577443681057?l=blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://despreteatru.wordpress.com' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.scribd.com/doc/4596756/EricEmmanuel-Schmitt-Oscar-i-Tanti-Roz' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/feeds/8315389577443681057/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/03/oscar-si-tanti-roz.html#comment-form' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/8315389577443681057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/8315389577443681057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/03/oscar-si-tanti-roz.html' title='Oscar si Tanti Roz.'/><author><name>T♥ny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500613358132546389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-GOyLy_2rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TI7SN_XWNZQ/S220/%60Fotografii-0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363166183652588022.post-2165494826441371622</id><published>2010-03-19T00:06:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T10:12:24.347+02:00</updated><title type='text'>PLEACA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.smashingapps.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/sunshine-in-a-cup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 667px;" src="http://www.smashingapps.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/sunshine-in-a-cup.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti-a trecut timpul , nu te mai vreau! ... Dispari si lasa-ma.&lt;br /&gt;M-am saturat , ai ajuns sa ma indispui.&lt;br /&gt;Imi incalzeai sufletul , m-am bucurat de tine in fiecare minut, pentru atat de multe zile.&lt;br /&gt;Ai venit tarziu si nu mai vrei sa pleci.&lt;br /&gt;Gata , s-a terminat.&lt;br /&gt;Te las , lasa-ma si tu.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru un moment am crezut c-ai plecat definitiv ... Pana intr-o dimineata, cand ai revenit pe nesimtite. Tocmai cand ma impacasem cu ideea ca , pentru o periada de timp , n-o sa mai stiu de tine.&lt;br /&gt;N-ai de gand sa pleci?! &lt;br /&gt;Nimeni nu te mai vrea ... Nici macar eu!&lt;br /&gt;Iarna... PLEACA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363166183652588022-2165494826441371622?l=blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/feeds/2165494826441371622/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/03/pleaca.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/2165494826441371622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/2165494826441371622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/03/pleaca.html' title='PLEACA!'/><author><name>T♥ny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500613358132546389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-GOyLy_2rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TI7SN_XWNZQ/S220/%60Fotografii-0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363166183652588022.post-2023809173863462709</id><published>2010-03-15T09:17:00.014+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T00:14:44.239+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Inceputul Sfarsitului.</title><content type='html'>De cateva zile m-am apucat sa scriu postul asta. Dar ... Din diverse motive nu l-am mai terminat. E al treilea pe care il abandonez... Ceva ma impiedica sa mai scriu , sa mai zambesc , sa mai vreau sa ma ridic din pat dupa un somn lung. &lt;br /&gt;Ceva ma oboseste , ma omoara pe interior... Dar oare ce??&lt;br /&gt;Tot ce vreau este sa dorm.&lt;br /&gt;Sa dorm mult si bine.&lt;br /&gt;Am intrat asa ... Intr-o stare naspa. Si ma mai chinuie si o raceala. Da! Exact de ce aveam nevoie. &lt;br /&gt;Ce duceam eu lipsa de chef cand nu eram racita , dar ce-i acum ... (Macar am pe ce da vina!)&lt;br /&gt;Si ... Titlul e tot ce a mai ramas din postul initial.&lt;br /&gt;Prin el ma refeream la faptul ca a fost si ultimul majorat din clasa , gata , suntem toti mari.&lt;br /&gt;A trecut  ... Si chiar am regretat.&lt;br /&gt;Am regretat ca au trecut 4 ani , ca am ajuns sa spunem dupa atata timp ca nu ne cunoastem. &lt;br /&gt;4 ani in care ne-am vazut 5 din 7 zile. Poate si mai des... Degeaba!&lt;br /&gt;Vesnica poveste , nu are sens oricum.&lt;br /&gt;Cert e ca vineri noapte toata lumea a fost mai deschisa decat de obicei , am stat toti , ne-am distrat. A trecut ceva timp pana sa invatam sa facem asta...&lt;br /&gt;Totusi 'Mai bine mai tarizu , decat niciodata'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Cineva sa-mi dea un strop de 'viata'! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ca un Ps... Cateva poze de la majorat. 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S6FOQ0q6T1I/AAAAAAAAAOg/e3GuAipggTw/s320/poze+136.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449723075018510162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363166183652588022-2023809173863462709?l=blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/feeds/2023809173863462709/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/03/ineputul-sfarsitului.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/2023809173863462709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/2023809173863462709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/03/ineputul-sfarsitului.html' title='Inceputul Sfarsitului.'/><author><name>T♥ny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500613358132546389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-GOyLy_2rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TI7SN_XWNZQ/S220/%60Fotografii-0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S6FE9amFHNI/AAAAAAAAAMg/mH4L0okD1po/s72-c/aP1010774.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363166183652588022.post-5404016336976514706</id><published>2010-02-22T22:24:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T12:52:06.872+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Relativ.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Știi cum &lt;strong&gt;e&lt;/strong&gt; când nu &lt;strong&gt;e&lt;/strong&gt; ce ar trebui &lt;strong&gt;să fie&lt;/strong&gt;? ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Când nu &lt;strong&gt;șoptești&lt;/strong&gt; ce ar trebui să &lt;strong&gt;țipi&lt;/strong&gt;, când toate-ți &lt;strong&gt;vorbesc &lt;/strong&gt;? ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Când nu &lt;strong&gt;pășești&lt;/strong&gt; peste ce ar trbui să&lt;strong&gt; sari&lt;/strong&gt;, când toți te&lt;strong&gt; împing&lt;/strong&gt;? ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Când nu &lt;strong&gt;stai&lt;/strong&gt;, deși ar trebui să te &lt;strong&gt;odihnești&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;doar&lt;/em&gt; pentru ca vrei să &lt;strong&gt;fugi&lt;/strong&gt; cât mai departe de tot? ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Când nu ai &lt;em&gt;timp&lt;/em&gt; să &lt;strong&gt;privești&lt;/strong&gt; ce ar trebui să &lt;strong&gt;admiri&lt;/strong&gt;, când iți ridici &lt;em&gt;capul plecat&lt;/em&gt;? ...&lt;br /&gt;Când&lt;em&gt; nimeni&lt;/em&gt; nu &lt;strong&gt;ascultă&lt;/strong&gt; ce &lt;em&gt;toți&lt;/em&gt; ar trebui să &lt;strong&gt;ințeleagă&lt;/strong&gt;? ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Când &lt;em&gt;nici&lt;/em&gt; măcar nu ești &lt;strong&gt;privit,&lt;/strong&gt; când ar trebui să fi&lt;strong&gt; apreciat&lt;/strong&gt; pentru ce &lt;em&gt;câțiva&lt;/em&gt; te&lt;strong&gt; laudă&lt;/strong&gt;?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Când te&lt;strong&gt; frămanți&lt;/strong&gt;, in timp ce ar trebui să &lt;strong&gt;dormi&lt;/strong&gt;, pentru că așa ți-&lt;strong&gt;e&lt;/strong&gt; firea?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Când te &lt;strong&gt;străduiești&lt;/strong&gt; pentru că ar trebui să &lt;strong&gt;impresionezi&lt;/strong&gt; ... Ca să fi &lt;strong&gt;criticat&lt;/strong&gt;?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Când nu &lt;strong&gt;observi&lt;/strong&gt; ce ar trebui să &lt;strong&gt;spui&lt;/strong&gt;, când nimic nu &lt;strong&gt;are&lt;/strong&gt; efect? ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Când nu &lt;strong&gt;ințelegi&lt;/strong&gt; ce ar trebui să &lt;strong&gt;gândești&lt;/strong&gt;, când &lt;strong&gt;ești&lt;/strong&gt; 'presat' de circumstanțe?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Când &lt;strong&gt;povestești&lt;/strong&gt; ce ar trebui să &lt;strong&gt;uiți&lt;/strong&gt;, deși&lt;strong&gt; nu&lt;/strong&gt; te mai&lt;strong&gt; doare&lt;/strong&gt;? ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Când &lt;strong&gt;arunci&lt;/strong&gt; ce ar trebui să &lt;strong&gt;păstrezi&lt;/strong&gt;, doar pentru că &lt;strong&gt;e&lt;/strong&gt; tot ce ai mai &lt;em&gt;de preț&lt;/em&gt;?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Când nu mai &lt;strong&gt;știi&lt;/strong&gt; de când ai &lt;strong&gt;uitat&lt;/strong&gt; să &lt;strong&gt;visezi&lt;/strong&gt;?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Când te &lt;strong&gt;ferești&lt;/strong&gt; de &lt;em&gt;prieteni&lt;/em&gt; pentru că &lt;em&gt;necunoscuții &lt;/em&gt;iți &lt;strong&gt;sunt&lt;/strong&gt; mult mai loiali?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Când te &lt;strong&gt;lupți&lt;/strong&gt; cu morile de vânt?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Când &lt;strong&gt;mănanci&lt;/strong&gt; speranțe, pentru că e singurul lucru rămas care te &lt;strong&gt;întarește&lt;/strong&gt;?... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Nu?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Nici eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S4L2yYri3iI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Hj-kOkG8hHU/s1600-h/woolen_heart_by_eZhika.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441182645295963682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 389px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S4L2yYri3iI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Hj-kOkG8hHU/s400/woolen_heart_by_eZhika.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363166183652588022-5404016336976514706?l=blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/feeds/5404016336976514706/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/02/relativ.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/5404016336976514706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/5404016336976514706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/02/relativ.html' title='Relativ.'/><author><name>T♥ny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500613358132546389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-GOyLy_2rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TI7SN_XWNZQ/S220/%60Fotografii-0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S4L2yYri3iI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Hj-kOkG8hHU/s72-c/woolen_heart_by_eZhika.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363166183652588022.post-3587908108730430263</id><published>2010-02-21T02:48:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T03:34:43.823+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Offside.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://metronews.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/06/23/offside_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 336px;" src="http://metronews.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/06/23/offside_6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ca tot ma refeream la cate bariere pun inaintea mea :) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E simplu, e ca la fotbal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Din punctul meu de vedere : Totul are o limita! Si cand mi se pare mie ca ai depasit limita ... Fluier si strig : &lt;strong&gt;Offside!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atunci cand esti in jumatatea mea de teren ... Si mi-au luat-o inainte trebuie sa existe ceva care sa te impiedice sa inscrii . Problema e ca am tendinta de a stiga 'offside' foarte des.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prefer sa fiu stapana pe situatie , sa am control (absolut) pe tot ce mi se intampla. Nu stiu , poate sunt paranoica , poate sufar de mania persecutiei ... Dar ... Asta sunt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Poate e si chestie de zodie. E ca mine , sau deloc. &lt;em&gt;Incapatanata pana in varful unghiilor&lt;/em&gt;. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prietenii mei stiu , "Eu mereu am dreptate!" .&lt;br /&gt;Sunt o persoana foarte dezghetata , dar in general nu imbratisez cu foarte mult entuziasm ideea de "nou". Regula care nu e universal valabila. &lt;strong&gt;Da&lt;/strong&gt;, sunt o persoana foarte complicata. Sau asa ma vad:).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;De multe ori mi se pune eticheta de 'rea'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ei bine , eu nu ma consider o persoana rea ... Si chiar mi se pare ciudat ca mi se spune asta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cand incepi sa deschizi ochii , sa nu mai fi la fel de ingaduitor si inceape sa incolteasca si in tine o urma de egoism ... Gata! &lt;em&gt;Nu mai esti prostul lor , esti rau!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hai ca ma opresc aici , iar o sa-mi spuna Dee ca am blog emo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Nu a mai facut-o de mult ... C-a inceput si ea sa practice sportu' asta :)).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;... Asa ca ai grija , lasa-ma sa fiu cu un pas in fata si ... Suteaza atunci cand ai studiat foarte bine terenul si cand esti in stare sa-mi ghicesti urmatoarea miscare ... Asta pentru a nu te trezi cu fanionul ridicat... Sau ... Si mai rau. Cu fluierul de final ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363166183652588022-3587908108730430263?l=blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/feeds/3587908108730430263/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/02/offside.html#comment-form' title='9 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/3587908108730430263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/3587908108730430263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/02/offside.html' title='Offside.'/><author><name>T♥ny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500613358132546389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-GOyLy_2rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TI7SN_XWNZQ/S220/%60Fotografii-0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363166183652588022.post-1263814091840670035</id><published>2010-02-21T00:51:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T01:28:42.799+02:00</updated><title type='text'>For and From.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S4BtyxuoKaI/AAAAAAAAAMA/5oh8hvFshqw/s1600-h/29nov_+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440469068973353378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S4BtyxuoKaI/AAAAAAAAAMA/5oh8hvFshqw/s400/29nov_+037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Postul asta este &lt;strong&gt;For &lt;em&gt;girlfriend&lt;/em&gt; and From &lt;/strong&gt;her.&lt;br /&gt;Ea a postat un comentariu la postul anterior care suna cam asa :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;doppelhart spunea...&lt;br /&gt;Pune winamp-ul pe shuffle, da play si scrie titlul melodiei ca raspuns pentru urmatoarele intrebari:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Who I am?&lt;br /&gt;2.What was this day like?&lt;br /&gt;3.What should I do with my life?&lt;br /&gt;4.What are my parents like?&lt;br /&gt;5.What is love?&lt;br /&gt;6.What I do in school?&lt;br /&gt;7.What’s my motto?&lt;br /&gt;8.What is the first thing I think first time when I wake up?&lt;br /&gt;9.What is the first thing I think when I see my teachers?&lt;br /&gt;10.What is my life like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa dai mai departe&gt;:D&lt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu prea am eu muzica in calcul asta , dar ... Sa vedem ce iese , nu garantez ca are logica! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nu. (Dj Project &amp;amp; Giulia)&lt;br /&gt;2. Happy for you (Liviu Hodor &amp;amp; Tara)&lt;br /&gt;3. Amintiri (Spike)&lt;br /&gt;4. Povestea mea (Celia)&lt;br /&gt;5. Samba (Andreea Banica &amp;amp; Donny)&lt;br /&gt;6. Flori ilegale (Guess Who)&lt;br /&gt;7. Dracula , my love (Andra &amp;amp; Simplu)&lt;br /&gt;8. Queres una aventura (Corina)&lt;br /&gt;9. Bad romance (Lady Gaga)&lt;br /&gt;10. Gen (Guess Who)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si acum ma uit sa vad ce merge!:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Eu sunt nu. Oricat de ciudat ar parea , cam asa e. Observ din ce in ce mai des cum ridic tot felul de bariere si cum "NU" e raspunsul multor intrebari d-ale mele. I'll try to change... Sau poate NU. :))&lt;br /&gt;2. Ziua mea a fost "Fericita pentru tine" ... E si asta un punct de vedere:))! Mi-ar placea sa traiesc cu sentimentul ca o zi cu mine poate fi fericire pentru tine... Asa ca , din nou , I'll try to. :)) &lt;br /&gt;3. Cu viata mea ar trebui sa fac amintiri. Ciudat... Asta fac :)&lt;br /&gt;4. Parintii sunt povestea mea. Nu m-as fi gandit niciodata la un astfel de raspuns , dar e atat de adevarat. TOTI suntem ceea ce sunte datorita familiei , si in special al parintilor. :)&lt;br /&gt;5. Love is Samba. I love samba :D , but I don't love love. Weird. :))&lt;br /&gt;6. In scoala fac flori ilegale. NU MA CREDETI PE CUVANT! :))&lt;br /&gt;7. Motto-ul meu - Dracula , my love. Interesant. Se pare ca nu visez la Fat-Frumos -Cum faceti voi , toate! &gt;:P- , ci la Dracula. Sa o iau ca pe un vis realizabil? Sau mult mai probabil decat cel cu Fat-Frumos? :))&lt;br /&gt;8. Ce nebunatica sunt cand ma trezesc. Nici nu stiam!:))&lt;br /&gt;9. Cand imi vad profii ma gandesc la "bad romance". Doamne , cate raspunsuri legate de iubire. Pfff...&lt;br /&gt;10. Viata mea e gen... Gen! Atat de relativ , nu are cum sa nu-ti placa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God , cate poate spune lista de winamp despre tine.&lt;br /&gt;Pe bune , incercati si voi.E foarte funny.&lt;br /&gt;Astept comentarii cu dezvaluiri ale listei voastre :)) .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363166183652588022-1263814091840670035?l=blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/feeds/1263814091840670035/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/02/for-and-from.html#comment-form' title='9 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/1263814091840670035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/1263814091840670035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/02/for-and-from.html' title='For and From.'/><author><name>T♥ny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500613358132546389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-GOyLy_2rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TI7SN_XWNZQ/S220/%60Fotografii-0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S4BtyxuoKaI/AAAAAAAAAMA/5oh8hvFshqw/s72-c/29nov_+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363166183652588022.post-1302176666911961815</id><published>2010-02-16T22:56:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T00:16:10.028+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S3xp93gBLPI/AAAAAAAAALo/XuVQIfIcrNs/s1600-h/83982-bigthumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S3xp93gBLPI/AAAAAAAAALo/XuVQIfIcrNs/s400/83982-bigthumbnail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439338961547898098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcool. Atipire. Ciudat. Cuvant.  Sunet. Uimire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tresar!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Fluture. Si ploua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nu mai cauta motive&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Intamplator. Amar. Noapte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N-ai observat ca nu observam?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Roua. Parfum. Ceara. Mi-e sete... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amintire.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Transparenta. Streotip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obscenitate.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sictir. Frica. Frig. Timp. Bani? Incantare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melodia de suflet!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sms.  Obsesie. Stres. Scrum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; E fix... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Soapta. Raza de soare. Minciuna. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esenta ... sau aparenta?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Fals. Joc. Fard. Elastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Relativ.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ciocolata. Urs de plus. Piper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Chitara... &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Poza. Gand. Ravas. Promisiune!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pierdere.&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Rosu aprins. Brosura. Temperament. Rimel. Neliniste. Fericire. Ochelari. Tutun? Inel. Durere. Satisfactie. Inocenta. Telecomanda. Compliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tatuaj.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Risc. Turta dulceeee! Amandoi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Zapada!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;... Astept. Ghiocel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Proasta dispozitie!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Fior. Existenta. Punctualitate. Vanataie. Zambet fals. Imbratisare calda. Gand. Noroc. Asortare. Punctualitate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haos.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Blog. Detalii. Kitch. Alarma. Dor. Negru. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ce aiurita sunt!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Asteptare. Nervi. Viteza. Dans. Sens. Pasi ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Impresie! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semafor. Timbru. Telefon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lacrima.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dualitate. Efemeritate. Raceala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Semn ... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expresie. Ura. Colaj. Modificare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iarta-ma... !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pai ce? E ceva clar , ordonat sau simplu in viata? :)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ca un PS : ... Versurile unei melodii de suflet ... Pe care nu o mai ascultasem de ... Prea mult timp! Recunosti piesa? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sa te tin in brate / Sa trag cerul peste noi / Marea s-o aud soptind / &lt;em&gt;Vara asta-i pentru amandoi&lt;/em&gt;! ..." &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363166183652588022-1302176666911961815?l=blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/feeds/1302176666911961815/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/02/random.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/1302176666911961815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/1302176666911961815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/02/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>T♥ny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500613358132546389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-GOyLy_2rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TI7SN_XWNZQ/S220/%60Fotografii-0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S3xp93gBLPI/AAAAAAAAALo/XuVQIfIcrNs/s72-c/83982-bigthumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363166183652588022.post-7147071385088982577</id><published>2010-02-12T21:23:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T16:58:38.706+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Regret ... Ca n-am ce regreta! :)</title><content type='html'>Da mai nene. Uite ca a venit si bacul peste noi.&lt;br /&gt;Luni prima proba. Stam cu pumnii stransi sa fie bine pentru toti... Nu ca ar conta foarte mult , totusi ... Ar trebui sa dam ce-i mai bun din noi , tocmai pentru a ne demonstra ca suntem in stare :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titlul postului ? Cred ca este destul de sugestiv.&lt;br /&gt;Se stie ca am o clasa dificila , adica noi , ca si colectiv, suntem 0. &lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu daca au fost momente in care sa facem ceva toti.&lt;br /&gt;Si marea problema e ca toti gandim asa... Toti spunem : &lt;em&gt;Nu suntem uniti , nu suntem intr-adevar un colectiv , nu ne putem numi o clasa prin simplul fapt ca stam la ore in aceeasi incapere.&lt;/em&gt; ... &lt;br /&gt;Si totusi , daca stam sa ne gandim , NOI suntem problema. Ne plangem ca nu ne intelegem , insa continuam sa fim rautaciosi si preferam sa ii criticam pe restul in loc sa ne schimbam:). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De asta imi pare mie cel mai rau . Speram ca odata ajunsa la liceu , o sa am parte de super clasa si , odata cu terminarea lui , o sa fiu plina de amintiri frumoase.&lt;br /&gt;Asta doar pentru ca in generala nu am avut parte de cea mai frumoasa clasa . Si acolo erau aceleasi probleme. Nu eram uniti , eram paraciosi ... Bine , acum ma scuz ca nu gandeam bine, eram imaturi. Intre timp am mai crescut si ... Ciudat , acum pare ca ma inteleg foarte bine cu persoanele cu care atunci ma certam pana nu mai puteam , iar cu persoanele cu care mi-am promis ca niciodata nu o sa pierdem legatura ... Abia daca suntem in stare sa schimbam doua vorbe cand ne intalnim in statie la masina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa ... Cum spuneam.&lt;br /&gt;Toata lumea imi spune cum are o clasa super , cum ies in fiecare weekend , cum fac atatea chestii impreuna si eu ... Nu prea am cu ce sa ma laud! ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma gandeam zilele astea , incercam sa rememorez tot ce mi s-a intamplat pe parcursul anilor , sa-mi dau seama cu ce raman cand se termina totul. Amintirile placute sau neplacute la momentul respectiv , pe care acum le consider frumoase.&lt;br /&gt;Si da , am constatat ca-s asa de putine ...&lt;br /&gt;Si asta nu pentru ca am eu memorie proasta , ci pentru ca nu prea au existat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adica , tot ce am putut "sa scot" :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Testul lui bombonel... Ala neanuntat. Da,da. Atunci cand el tipa la noi : Intoarceti-va in clasa , v-am vazut si va pun 2 tuturor... Si noi am luat-o la fuga pana in bodega de langa liceu. Si cum ne-am luat noi note de 10 pe referatele pe care le-am facut in locul notei de la test:D.&lt;/em&gt; :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;De 2-ul incasat la biologie pentru copiat. Si nici nu a fost pe bune:)). Adica ok , sub foaia de test aveam caietul de bio , in caiet a gasit profa cand l-a deschis 2 copiute si mi-a zburat si o copiuta din foaie cand mi-a ridicat-o sa mi-o ia si sa-mi puna 2-ul ... Dar eu copiam din carte , aia care era in banca si pe care nici nu a vazut-o!!&lt;/em&gt; :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;De chiulul la muzica. Unul dintre putinele chiuluri organizate. Ei da , pe asta nu mi-l mai aminteam , dar mi-a zis Alexa de el. De cum am plecat de la scoala si am mers acasa la Andy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;strong&gt; Te urasc pentru ca te-ai mutat. Te urasc pentru ca ai o clasa super , sau ma rog , in comparatie cu a mea. Te urasc pentru ca ai niste colege cu care te intelegi mult mai bine , desi le cunosti de 2 ani , decat o fac eu cu colegii mei , desi ne cunoastem de 4 . Te urasc pentru ca voi iesiti , chiuliti , sunteti &lt;em&gt;acolo&lt;/em&gt; la nevoie. Te urasc pentru ca TU ai parte de amintiri legate de liceu mult mai frumoase decat ale mele ... Dar te iubesc ba ! Pentru ca esti una din (foarte) putinele persoane pe care le-am cunoscut in liceu si cu care am legat o prietenie foarte frumoasa. &lt;/strong&gt;Dar deja cred ca stii asta! &lt;3 ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - &lt;em&gt;De cata caterinca s-a facut (si inca se face) pe seama faptului ca profei de chimie ii sunt foarte simpatica. OK , nici eu nu pot s-o inteleg pe profa ... Dar nici nu-mi convine sa fiu injurata cand imi da note mai mari , chiar daca am tesul identic cu cateva de prin clasa , pe care le noteaza cu mai putin :-".&lt;/em&gt; :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - &lt;em&gt;De capra. Aia pe care o jucam 5 insi si la care restul clasei doar se uita. :-j&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - &lt;em&gt;De cum am fost (cred!) cea mai chinuita persoana din clasa. Si aici ma refer la :  momentele in care eram luata pe sus si impinsa pe geam afara 8-|, cum am fost indesata in excursie cu fundul in masina de spalat si lasata acolo sa zbier dupa cineva care sa ma scoata :)) , cum in aceeasi excursie am fost "sechestrata" in sifonier , cum tot in excursia aia s-a facut "Gramada cere varf" peste mine :-l,  cum era sa imi rup gatul pentru ca  "te-a lasat mana" si nu ai mai putut sa ma tii in brate (nici pana in ziua de azi nu am inteles cum vine asta cu lasatul mainii:)) ) ... Si cred ca mai sunt cateva:) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://silenceandnoise.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/funny-times-s2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 444px; height: 336px;" src="http://silenceandnoise.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/funny-times-s2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - &lt;em&gt; De petrecerile cu clasa. Majorate , revelion , zile de nume sau pur si simplu petreceri. Acolo am mai facut si noi amintiri. Niciodata nu am fost toti , dar ... E bine si asa. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si acum tin sa ma leg de ultima petrecere , aia de sambata noapte. Va rog frumos si insistent SA NU (ma) MAI VORBITI :)). Am zis ca nu vreau sa stiu eu , cea de care sunt legate toate alea, ce s-a mai intamplat , cu atat mai putin sa stie toti. Chiar nu e placut:P. Apreciez. :)&lt;br /&gt;:)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai ca am scris ceva ;)).&lt;br /&gt;Inchei cum am inceput: &lt;strong&gt;Imi pare rau ca nu are de ce sa-mi para rau!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363166183652588022-7147071385088982577?l=blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/feeds/7147071385088982577/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/02/regret-ca-n-am-ce-regreta.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/7147071385088982577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/7147071385088982577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/02/regret-ca-n-am-ce-regreta.html' title='Regret ... Ca n-am ce regreta! :)'/><author><name>T♥ny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500613358132546389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-GOyLy_2rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TI7SN_XWNZQ/S220/%60Fotografii-0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363166183652588022.post-6220510294443582365</id><published>2010-02-11T11:54:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T21:22:10.782+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Inca Iarna :).</title><content type='html'>Da. &lt;br /&gt;Desi afara este o lacarie de nedescris ... Inca este iarna.&lt;br /&gt;Si nu inteleg de ce toata lumea se mira. Pur si simplu ne-am dezobisnuit sa avem asa ierni. &lt;br /&gt;Asta e o iarna normala... O iarna ca in copilarie. Iarna aia de care imi aduc aminte cu placere si pe care o regretam in fiecare an cand vedeam ca ningea 2 zile ... Si asta era toata zapada de care urma sa am parte in anul respectiv. Speram ca nu o s fie asa mereu.&lt;br /&gt;Cineva , acolo sus , ma iubeste :). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kscland.com/images/SnowChild1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 278px;" src="http://www.kscland.com/images/SnowChild1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum ies din bloc si ma lupt cu zapada sa ajung in statie la masina , atunci ieseam din bloc si ma aruncam in cel mai mare maldar de zapada.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Si incep iar seria &lt;strong&gt;de ce&lt;/strong&gt;-urilor .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De ce &lt;/strong&gt;nu mai e valabil? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De ce &lt;/strong&gt;acum ne ferim de ea? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De ce &lt;/strong&gt;uitam sa ne bucuram de minunile naturii? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De ce &lt;/strong&gt;acum injuri ca nu ai loc sa iesi cu masina si trebuie sa dai la zapada? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De ce&lt;/strong&gt; atunci te bucurai chiar si tu , ala care acum spui cu cea mai mare sinceritate ca uraste zapada, de fiecare data cand un fulg iti batea in geam? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De ce &lt;/strong&gt;nu le mai urmarim fascinati traseul? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De ce &lt;/strong&gt;nu ni se mai pare trist cand un fulg iti atinge palma si se topeste? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De ce &lt;/strong&gt;nu suntem reci? Vreau sa pastrez zapada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De ce&lt;/strong&gt; suntem asa comozi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De ce&lt;/strong&gt; alegem calea usoara in viata?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De ce&lt;/strong&gt; sa depui efort in loc sa iei totul de-a gata?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De ce&lt;/strong&gt; sa fi dragut si criticat de "smecheri" in loc sa fi un misogin apreciat de ei?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De ce&lt;/strong&gt; sa aduci o floare cand poti sa te faci ca ploua?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De ce&lt;/strong&gt; sa deschizi usa unei doamne cand poate s-o faca si singura?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De ce&lt;/strong&gt; zambim si multumim , apoi intoarcem spatele si injuram?&lt;br /&gt;Unde s-a dus omenia? Unde o sa ajungem daca o tinem tot asa??&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca am deviat de la subiect , dar sunt intrebari ce ma obsedeaza , ce imi "mananca" toata bucuria interioara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De ce ? ... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si vorba tipului de la radio : &lt;em&gt;In trecut ne bucuram de denumirea Bucurestiului  - Micul Paris. Acum am ajuns sa ne "bucuram" de Marea Venetie!&lt;/em&gt; :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363166183652588022-6220510294443582365?l=blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/feeds/6220510294443582365/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/02/inca-iarna.html#comment-form' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/6220510294443582365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/6220510294443582365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/02/inca-iarna.html' title='Inca Iarna :).'/><author><name>T♥ny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500613358132546389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-GOyLy_2rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TI7SN_XWNZQ/S220/%60Fotografii-0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363166183652588022.post-8714643692853530696</id><published>2010-02-10T19:46:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T21:43:06.613+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Te iubesc ... ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thea29.myblog.ro/files/Need_a_hug__by_ruxydeva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://thea29.myblog.ro/files/Need_a_hug__by_ruxydeva.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum , in luna indragostitilor, ma trezesc sa postez si eu despre asta.&lt;br /&gt;Mai e putin si vine Valentine's Day. &lt;strong&gt;BULLSHIT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bine , asta reprezinta pentru mine in momentul asta :"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De ce&lt;/strong&gt; spunem asa des &lt;em&gt;"Te iubesc"&lt;/em&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De ce&lt;/strong&gt; si-a pierdut asa de mult din semnificatie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De ce &lt;/strong&gt;nu mai tresari cand auzi ca ti se spune &lt;em&gt;"Te iubesc"&lt;/em&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De ce&lt;/strong&gt; a devenit ceva normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De ce&lt;/strong&gt; ti se pare ca iubesti o persoana dupa ce abia ai cunoscut-o? Sau iti permiti sa ii spui &lt;em&gt;"Te iubesc"&lt;/em&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce e iubirea asta , de fapt?!&lt;br /&gt;Off.. Complicat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu , n-am iubit pana acum , si ... Nu, nu am murit!:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adica ok , iubesc multe lucruri pe lumea asta , iubesc multe persoane si se stiu ele (Ms ma ca ma suportati!&lt;3) ...&lt;em&gt; Si totusi nu iubesc!&lt;/em&gt; Iubirea aia ... De care toata lumea se bucura luna asta. De care toata lumea fuge restul anului... Sau macar incearca. Bine ... Poate nu chiar toata lumea :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De ce&lt;/strong&gt; tuturor li se pare anormal ca-s single and happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De ce&lt;/strong&gt; trebuie neaaparat sa fi cuplat ca sa intrii in randul lumii? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De ce&lt;/strong&gt; mentalitate d-asta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De ce &lt;/strong&gt;sunt intrebata daca-s pe invers? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De ce? ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chestii de genul :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intrebari retorice , evident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. Va las sa va iubiti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363166183652588022-8714643692853530696?l=blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/feeds/8714643692853530696/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/02/te-iubesc.html#comment-form' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/8714643692853530696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/8714643692853530696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/02/te-iubesc.html' title='Te iubesc ... ?'/><author><name>T♥ny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500613358132546389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-GOyLy_2rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TI7SN_XWNZQ/S220/%60Fotografii-0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363166183652588022.post-94398004270322247</id><published>2010-02-02T21:50:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T02:50:28.611+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Adevar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S2toVHiJMsI/AAAAAAAAALA/Wqj52lH4sT8/s1600-h/bear_hug_by_ozamber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434552087361434306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S2toVHiJMsI/AAAAAAAAALA/Wqj52lH4sT8/s320/bear_hug_by_ozamber.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oops. My bad. Nu am mai scris de mult.&lt;br /&gt;Poate a fost lene. Poate pur si simplu am fost lipsita de inspiratie.&lt;br /&gt;Sau ... Fara chef de a scrie.&lt;br /&gt;Asta era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nu am avut chef sa scriu!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Postul asta l-am inceput acum cateva zile si a ramas asa... Nefinalizat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asa ca ... E trecut de 2 (ora dupa care postez eu in mod normal) si m-apuc de scris! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Este adevarat ca am ajuns sa traim intr-o tara in care , daca un om este dragut cu tine , ti se pare anormal. :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si asa incerci sa gasesti diferite scuze , pretexte ... Sa te gandesti , de fapt , ce interes avea acel om sa-ti faca un favor. Ce-i iese din asta? ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asta s-a intamplat azi &lt;em&gt;(azi devine acum cateva zile! :)) &lt;/em&gt;) , cand cineva s-a incumetat sa faca un gest dragut pentru mine. Am multumit si apoi am inceput sa ma gandesc ce era in neregula. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De ce &lt;/strong&gt;tocmai facuse lucrul ala? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De ce &lt;/strong&gt;mi se parea anormal? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De ce &lt;/strong&gt;am ajuns sa gandim asa? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De ce&lt;/strong&gt; nu sunt mai multi oameni ca ea? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De ce ? ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eram cu el in statie la autobuz , intreband vanzatoarea de la chiosc unde putem gasi bilete ratb. Mi s-a raspuns sec "La Gara de Nord!" si , evident , cu sictirul caracteristic... A tras geamul. Era prea frig pentru ea ...&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prea frig pentru a fi draguta&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dilema era... Sa ne urcam in autobuz , sau sa mergem cateva statii pe jos dupa bilete ?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am decis. Suntem cetateni corecti ... Si am plecat dupa bilete. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ajungem la trecerea de pietoni si o doamna foarte draguta ne intinde 2 bilete. "V-am auzit vorbind ... Si ca sa nu mai bateti drumul pana acolo!". Si asta nu e tot. Dupa ce ca ne-a scutit de un drum ... Nici nu a vrut sa ne ia banii pe ele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ciudat. Foarte ciudat ... &lt;strong&gt;Si totusi atat de dragut&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si da... Am inceput sa cautam explicatii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Concluzia mea a fost: &lt;em&gt;"Poate-s oamenii mai draguti la 8 dimineata!"&lt;/em&gt; :)).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asta ca sa incetam sa fim rai :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;M-am bucurat ca am putut sa ajut si eu la randul meu . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am compostat doar unul din bilete , el fiind cetatean model avea abonament:)) ... Un domn (nu am spus mos! :)) ) cauta , cu bani in mana, pe cineva care sa-i dea un bilet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asa ca am putut sa fac si eu acelasi gest ! I-am intins biletul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si da ... NU am luat nici eu banii! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trist e ca foarte rar ai parte de asa ceva. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De multe ori chiar si prietenii uita sa faca gesturi fara pic de interes , ce sa mai vorbim de straini. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Heal the world , make it a better place :( ... "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S2trKp_5ktI/AAAAAAAAALI/LhTfz12X3vI/s1600-h/newyr_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 456px; height: 520px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S2trKp_5ktI/AAAAAAAAALI/LhTfz12X3vI/s320/newyr_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434555206169367250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363166183652588022-94398004270322247?l=blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/feeds/94398004270322247/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/02/adevar.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/94398004270322247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/94398004270322247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/02/adevar.html' title='Adevar.'/><author><name>T♥ny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500613358132546389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-GOyLy_2rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TI7SN_XWNZQ/S220/%60Fotografii-0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S2toVHiJMsI/AAAAAAAAALA/Wqj52lH4sT8/s72-c/bear_hug_by_ozamber.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363166183652588022.post-6359119202504804304</id><published>2010-01-31T00:34:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T01:40:26.049+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotografia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.cinemarx.ro/poze/cache/t26/filme-poze/2009/04/One_Hour_Photo_1239032733_3_2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 576px; height: 304px;" src="http://static.cinemarx.ro/poze/cache/t26/filme-poze/2009/04/One_Hour_Photo_1239032733_3_2002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;... Ca tot se ia lumea de mine in legatura cu fotografia (Ultima oara cand mi s-a intamplat a fost aseara. Da , tu ! O sa te simti singur cand citesti asta, nu mai e nevoie sa-ti dau numele. Oricum n-o faceam:)) )... Ca-mi fac multe poze , ca nu stiu ce.&lt;br /&gt;Mda . Coincidenta? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi am vazut un film , un film care mi-a plcut ... Desi m-a cam intristat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu e extraordinar , nu are o actiune ataaaat de breathtaking, dar are o poveste draguta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se numeste&lt;em&gt; One hour photo .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.ultimatebet.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/one-hour-photo-splash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 480px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://blog.ultimatebet.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/one-hour-photo-splash.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Drama , thirller (cica) , de prin 2002.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este vorba despre povestea de viata lui Sy , o persoana care , se pare , isi ia munca mult prea in serios. Lucreaza intr-un supermarket la developarea fotografiilor . Are de 20 de ani slujba , si considera ca deja are "clientii" lui, desi ,practic, sunt doar clientii acelui supermarket. Are grija ca fotografiile sa iasa perfect , le modifica , le developeaza in format mai mare pentru a fi de o calitate mai buna. Se cearta cu persoanele din jur cand vede ca ei nu acorda aceeasi importanta unui aspect legat de ele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fine , traind o viata singuratica , ajunge sa faca o obsesie pentru familia Yorkin ... Isi imagineze cum el este "Unchiul Sy" , face cadouri copilului , vede din intamplare ce carte citeste Nina Yorkin si se apuca si el s-o citeasca. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Banalul "Sy the photo guy" se dovedeste a fi un adevarat psihopat. Acasa are un perete plin cu "amintirile" familiei Yorkin pe care , se pare ... Il "impodobeste" inca din primele clipe de viata ale lui Jake , copilul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stie totul despre aceasta familie . Poate ca stie prea mult ... Mai mult decat si-ar fi dorit unii sa se stie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actiunea este din ce in ce mai palpitanta ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar las povestitul , ca pe urma nu o sa mai trezeasca interes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdictul? Merita vazut!&lt;br /&gt;Deci , from now on , nu ma mai acuzati ca fiind "obsedata" ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asta se numeste obsesie! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363166183652588022-6359119202504804304?l=blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/feeds/6359119202504804304/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/01/fotografia.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/6359119202504804304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/6359119202504804304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/01/fotografia.html' title='Fotografia.'/><author><name>T♥ny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500613358132546389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-GOyLy_2rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TI7SN_XWNZQ/S220/%60Fotografii-0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363166183652588022.post-9124912281891898765</id><published>2010-01-29T00:38:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:45:24.443+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Omagiu :)</title><content type='html'>Un post cu adevarat pentru recunostinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uite , e ciudat cum in ziua de azi cele mai multe persoane sa dau dupa cum bate vantul.&lt;br /&gt;Si aici ma refer la Michael Jackson. La viata , activitatea si ... In special pierderea lui.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru mine chiar a reprezentat  o pierdere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/7100000/Michael-jackson-Dance-Shadow-michael-jackson-7179297-500-623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 623px;" src="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/7100000/Michael-jackson-Dance-Shadow-michael-jackson-7179297-500-623.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu cea mai mare sinceritate spun : Michael a fost primul meu idol.&lt;br /&gt;Inca imi povestesc ai mei cum ... Citez : "Se facea liniste in casa cand incepea o melodie de-a lui Michael si toti ne uitam la tine cum ii imitai miscarile".&lt;br /&gt;Da .. Acum imaginati-va : Tony in varianta mica , tinandu-se de ... Palarie! :))&lt;br /&gt;Eh , patutul meu era plin cu poze de-ale lui , deci clar a fost primul artist pentru care am capatat un interes special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inca imi place muzica lui , inca il ascult. Cu cea mai mare placere si cat de des pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si acum ma intorc la ipocrizie. De ce pana sa moara , lumea doar il critica? Se mai asculta muzica lui? Se mai dadea vreo stire buna despre el? Se mai punea accent pe contributia lui la evolutia industriei muzicale de peste tot?&lt;br /&gt;Nu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum s-a intamplat ce s-a intamplat :( ... Hop! Toata lumea Michael. Dc? Pentru ca asta era cel mai discutat subiect al momentului. Pentru ca vindea. &lt;em&gt;Pentru ca era din nou la moda ... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce toata posturile tv muzicale au inceput sa difuzeze videoclipurile lui? De ce nu o faceau si inainte? &lt;em&gt;Pentru ca acum se asculta Michael ...  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce un om este apreciat la adevarata lui valoare abia dupa ce moare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce Michael a fost omorat ? (Asta e clar parerea mea si indiferent de ce si cum se spune ... Imi asum tot ce scriu aici!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce valoreaza mai mult mort decat viu? De ce sa nu-si valorifice munca? De ce ... &lt;em&gt;toti&lt;/em&gt; isi scot bani grei acum? De ce ei si nu el?! ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;De ce ... ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The king is dead ... Long live the king!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://andra13.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/michael-jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://andra13.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/michael-jackson.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LE :  Se pare ca va fi dezgropat pentru a 4 a autopsie . &lt;br /&gt;Avocatii doctorului fac tot posibilul sa-l gaseasca nevinovat. Ce lume cruda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si nici nu se poate odihni in pace ... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363166183652588022-9124912281891898765?l=blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/feeds/9124912281891898765/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/01/omagiu_29.html#comment-form' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/9124912281891898765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/9124912281891898765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/01/omagiu_29.html' title='Omagiu :)'/><author><name>T♥ny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500613358132546389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-GOyLy_2rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TI7SN_XWNZQ/S220/%60Fotografii-0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363166183652588022.post-5771061178152048234</id><published>2010-01-26T21:42:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T22:29:09.915+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Promisiune</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am de onorat o promisiune.&lt;br /&gt;Aceea de a scrie ceva de rau despre o colega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chitra&lt;/strong&gt; , cum ii mai spun eu.&lt;br /&gt;Am facut cercetari adanci , insa nimeni nu mi-a fost de ajutor. Asa ca am apelat la fortele proprii (adica i-am cautat hi5-ul=)) ) si ... In lipsa unei poze naspa care s-o compromita ... Am gasit una care ii e perfect caracteristica . A se citi &lt;em&gt;"fite" ...&lt;br /&gt;Dovada -&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S19LIBHFFYI/AAAAAAAAAKA/aBtWZIo9Cm0/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431142276741272962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S19LIBHFFYI/AAAAAAAAAKA/aBtWZIo9Cm0/s320/Untitled.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Aly: astaaa&lt;br /&gt;Aly: e cea mai naspa posibilaaa&lt;br /&gt;Aly: deci&lt;br /&gt;Aly: e iacccc &lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aly: eee&lt;br /&gt;[ Tony ]: e pe naiba&lt;br /&gt;Aly:&lt;br /&gt;[ Tony ]: hai lasa fitele si da una intradevar najpa&lt;br /&gt;Aly: n`am asa cv&lt;br /&gt;Aly: ies in toate bn&lt;br /&gt;Aly:&lt;br /&gt;[ Tony ]: moaaaa&lt;br /&gt;[ Tony ]: asta-i fraza de pus pe blog&lt;br /&gt;[ Tony ]: sa-ti vada lumea modestia&lt;br /&gt;[ Tony ]:&lt;br /&gt;Aly: )&lt;br /&gt;Aly: oricat as cauta&lt;br /&gt;Aly: chiar n`am&lt;br /&gt;[ Tony ]:&lt;br /&gt;Aly: pare rau tony&lt;br /&gt;Aly: frumusetzea mea e debordanta &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aici era o discutie cu chitra cea amabila , cea care era dispusa sa imi dea o poza naspa. Se pare ca are si o parte buna :&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;De fapt , vroia doar sa-mi arate poze cu ea si sa se laude.&lt;br /&gt;Lasa chitro , ca &lt;strong&gt;te stiu eu&lt;/strong&gt;! :))&lt;br /&gt;Asa ca , uite... Ai un loc special pe&lt;em&gt; "blogul meu naspa" .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am zis ca-ti dau datele , dar nu fac asta. Nu dau nume pe blog , asa ca &lt;strong&gt;ghinion&lt;/strong&gt;. Fanii tai nu vor avea cum sa ia legatura cu tine prin mine. Sau ... orice persoana interesata sa lase un mesaj . :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn , nu pot sa fiu prea rea. Doar ca trebuia sa-ti fac pe plac! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daca tot suntem la capitolul de onorat promisiuni , mai am una de care trebuie sa ma tin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aroundthesphere.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/kiwi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 640px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://aroundthesphere.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/kiwi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poza pentru tine , acum ia si baleste (se stie el :) ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pace voua , tuturor! :))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363166183652588022-5771061178152048234?l=blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/feeds/5771061178152048234/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/01/promisiune.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/5771061178152048234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/5771061178152048234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/01/promisiune.html' title='Promisiune'/><author><name>T♥ny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500613358132546389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-GOyLy_2rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TI7SN_XWNZQ/S220/%60Fotografii-0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S19LIBHFFYI/AAAAAAAAAKA/aBtWZIo9Cm0/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363166183652588022.post-8424921126181407648</id><published>2010-01-25T17:41:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T23:18:47.964+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Superb.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://gargarita.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/forgotten_memories_by_blackink__-wince.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://gargarita.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/forgotten_memories_by_blackink__-wince.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asa pot descrie starea mea de spirit in momentul asta. Ma simt &lt;em&gt;superb&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;E bucuria aia interioara care ... A venit brusc , from nowhere . S-a intensificat repede si nu mai vrea sa plece .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Las-o sa ramana! ... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum cateva minute am primit un telefon ... De la o persoana foarte draga , o fosta colega de generala, cu care nu am mai vorbit de ceva timp. De ceva &lt;em&gt;mult timp ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu ma asteptam , nici nu imi trecea prin cap ca se va mai intampla vreodata sa dam una de cealalta.&lt;br /&gt;Din pacate ... Foarte multe s-au schimbat. In principiu ea! Are cu totul alte prioritati in viata. Fetita ei are deja un an jumate... &lt;em&gt;DA!!! &lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca tot se referea postul anterior la bebei , i-am auzit fetita razand - mi-a adus un zambet imens pe fata si in suflet- , am auzit-o cum se chinuie sa vorbeasca ,si mi-am dat seama ce mama grijulie poate sa fie , desi e mica , prea mica pentru a avea grija de un copil. &lt;em&gt;De propriul copil.&lt;/em&gt; Prea mica pentru a intemeia o familie. Prea mica pentru a nu-si fi terminat studiile &lt;em&gt;... Prea ...&lt;/em&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imbulzeala asta de sentimente ma cuprinde din ce in ce mai mult.&lt;br /&gt;E fericire , melancolie , multumire , teama , incertitudine , dor ! ... Multe altele ... Si toate la un loc.&lt;br /&gt;Nu incetez sa zambesc.&lt;br /&gt;Ne-am adus aminte cu placere de clipele frumoase de care am avut parte atunci ... Si , damn , ce dor imi e...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe atunci nu ne dadeam seama cate amintiri adunam , dar acum ...&lt;br /&gt;Asta ne fac copilaria frumoasa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uite ce poate face o poza si un carnetel ... ! Asta ne-a facut sa reluam legatura. Asta a determinat-o pe ea sa ma sune. Dorul de clipele alea frumoase... Si din cate spune ea , &lt;em&gt;dorul de mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un numar de telefon scris in graba pe o foaie de hartie , aruncat neglijent intr-un carnet , parasit pe un raft burdusit cu amintiri.&lt;br /&gt;Poza aia .. Despre care , sincer , nici nu imi amintesc. Degeaba mi-a descris-o , oricat ar fi de trist , amintirile se duc. Din pacate nu putem tine cu noi toate amintirile ... Si din moment ce eu consideram asta subiect incheiat , ii pusesem punct , in speranta ca va trece mai usor ... S-a dus. Aproape totul s-a sters. Vag imi aduc aminte , cert e ca stiu ce prietenie frumoasa aveam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imi e dor de ea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-a intristat:(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.janchristensen.org/boundless-data/submissions/random1/summer%20zandrew%20-%20remember.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 700px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 525px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.janchristensen.org/boundless-data/submissions/random1/summer%20zandrew%20-%20remember.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am deschis caietul meu cu "amintiri" din generala ... Cu poze cu colegi si cuvintele lor adresate mie. Off , nu trebuia sa fac asta... Il rasfoiesc. Ma incearca un oarecare sentiment. Il inchid. Sta mai bine asa. Foarte putin din ce e scris acolo mai e valabil. Toti ne-am schimbat , am luat-o pe drumuri total opuse , nu mai avem interese comune , &lt;em&gt;avem alte prioritati &lt;/em&gt;, cand ne vedem , subiectele pe care le discutam sunt putine ... Si in general totul se rezuma la bac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si in timp ce scriu randurile astea ... Euforia se duce .&lt;br /&gt;Revin la realitate. La vechile mele trairi , sentimente.&lt;br /&gt;Lumina ma sacaie , e mult prea puternica.&lt;br /&gt;Muzica mereu prea incet si... Off ... Tema la mate!!! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am fost foarte evaziva in postul asta ... Am folosit punctele de suspensie mult mai des ca de obicei ... Poate sa subliniez cat de profund ar trebui sa fie :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum inchei : &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nu cred ca mai vreau un bebe ... !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363166183652588022-8424921126181407648?l=blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/feeds/8424921126181407648/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/01/superb.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/8424921126181407648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/8424921126181407648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/01/superb.html' title='Superb.'/><author><name>T♥ny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500613358132546389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-GOyLy_2rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TI7SN_XWNZQ/S220/%60Fotografii-0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363166183652588022.post-6682613397821496115</id><published>2010-01-22T01:38:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T21:17:34.784+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Copiii - cea mai mare minune a lumii.</title><content type='html'>Pentru ca iubesc copiii asa de mult , m-am gandit ca postul asta sa fie simplu. Doar poze cu ei.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babydon.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/cute_baby_pictures_1_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 496px; height: 496px;" src="http://www.babydon.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/cute_baby_pictures_1_11.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media3.englishbaby.com/dynamic/my_photo/image/0000/0000/0703/703277_1213064111_942028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://media3.englishbaby.com/dynamic/my_photo/image/0000/0000/0703/703277_1213064111_942028.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cutebabyboy.com/pictures/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/Cute-Baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 338px;" src="http://cutebabyboy.com/pictures/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/Cute-Baby.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.innocentenglish.com/wp/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/cute-baby-picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 576px; height: 380px;" src="http://www.innocentenglish.com/wp/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/cute-baby-picture1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTwpjOELp_0/STSWKB8xmDI/AAAAAAAABco/ziJCcX75JSw/s400/Cute+Baby+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTwpjOELp_0/STSWKB8xmDI/AAAAAAAABco/ziJCcX75JSw/s400/Cute+Baby+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinyyetmighty.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/45naked-baby-laundry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 425px;" src="http://tinyyetmighty.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/45naked-baby-laundry.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://timetobudget.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/baby-up-steps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 720px;" src="http://timetobudget.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/baby-up-steps.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sinekpartners.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/08/04/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://sinekpartners.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/08/04/baby.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://proudtointroduce.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/artistic-black-and-white-child-photographer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://proudtointroduce.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/artistic-black-and-white-child-photographer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soulprintsphotography.com/portlandchildphotographer/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/laughing-child.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 430px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 579px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.soulprintsphotography.com/portlandchildphotographer/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/laughing-child.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photoeffects.biz/AABWcd/aaa/imperfect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.photoeffects.biz/AABWcd/aaa/imperfect.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gata ... Ca deja ma imbolnavesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cred ca vreau un bebe! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363166183652588022-6682613397821496115?l=blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/feeds/6682613397821496115/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/01/copiii-cea-mai-mare-minune-lumii.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/6682613397821496115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/6682613397821496115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/01/copiii-cea-mai-mare-minune-lumii.html' title='Copiii - cea mai mare minune a lumii.'/><author><name>T♥ny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500613358132546389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-GOyLy_2rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TI7SN_XWNZQ/S220/%60Fotografii-0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iTwpjOELp_0/STSWKB8xmDI/AAAAAAAABco/ziJCcX75JSw/s72-c/Cute+Baby+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363166183652588022.post-1177811474837148415</id><published>2010-01-22T00:16:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T18:40:53.591+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfectiune?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://expat21.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/taking-care-of-beauty1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 634px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 942px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://expat21.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/taking-care-of-beauty1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce-i cu obsesia asta pentru asa-zisa &lt;em&gt;perfectiune&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Nu vi se pare ceva doar ceva relativ?&lt;br /&gt;Fetelor , &lt;strong&gt;NU&lt;/strong&gt; exista asa ceva ... Asa ca degeaba incetati sa bagati in voi pungi de silicon si tone de botox. Sunteti exagerate.&lt;br /&gt;Trist , dar observ din ce in ce mai des cum asta atrage.&lt;br /&gt;(Am vazut o emisiune la tv. Se presupunea a fi un top cu tipe bune. Vedete de la noi , cica. Si observatia prezentatorului : &lt;em&gt;"Bisturiu peste tot."&lt;/em&gt; la replica invitatului &lt;em&gt;"Are de toate"&lt;/em&gt; chiar m-a &lt;strong&gt;inspirat &lt;/strong&gt;pentru postul asta :)). )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu cat mai "dotate" cu atat mai bine. Bun , si ... Ce rezolva? Cat tine frumusetea? Ce ar fi daca ati baga ceva si la &lt;em&gt;mansarda&lt;/em&gt;? Imi pare sincer rau ca nu se fac si &lt;strong&gt;implanturi&lt;/strong&gt; cu neuroni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In zilele noastre perfectiunea se defineste simplu : Fund mare , piciore lungi , talie mica , sani mari , buze mari si &lt;em&gt;creier mic&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I right? :-j&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce-i imperfect atrage:).&lt;br /&gt;Nu-i mai frumos cand imperfectul  devine perfect in ochii tai descoperind fiecare "anomalie" ?&lt;br /&gt;D-aia suntem unici. Nu ca sa devenim tiparuri. Stereotipuri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce azi lumea se imparte in 2 : Cocalari si Pitipoance?&lt;br /&gt;De ce trebuie sa te &lt;em&gt;supui &lt;/em&gt;?  ... Pentru ca asa e toata lumea? Pentru ca asa vezi pe strada? Pentru ca doar asa ai "&lt;em&gt;succesuri" &lt;/em&gt;? Pentru ca nu ai &lt;em&gt;tupeul&lt;/em&gt; sa fi diferit pentru a evita sa fi criticat? Pentru ca maica-ta iti zice : &lt;em&gt;"Uite-o p-aia ce frumoasa e. Si ce bosorog cu bani a gasit. S-a scos. Asa o sa faci si tu , mama!" .  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce toate au tendinta de a se "maturiza" (daca pot sa zic asa) prematur? Si aici ma refer la faptul ca acum ... Daca esti clasa a 6 si nu ai ajuns sa dai cu destula &lt;em&gt;zidarie &lt;/em&gt;pe fata esti naspa. Nimeni nu se mai uita la tine. Pff ...&lt;br /&gt;Unde e copilaria? De ce sa te joci un &lt;em&gt;lapte-gros &lt;/em&gt;cand poti sa stai sa te feresti ca nu cumva sa ti se rupa unghia tocmai &lt;em&gt;pictata &lt;/em&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;e ce? ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fa-te blonda , &lt;em&gt;blondele &lt;/em&gt;sunt apreciate. (Pe naiba!)&lt;br /&gt;Fa-ti sarmale in cap - e stylish. Vei atrage toate privirile. Vei fi admirata de cocalari si criticata de restul.&lt;br /&gt;Umfla botu'. Da bine in poza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bullshit ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inchei inca un post nu asa de vesel cu un etern ... &lt;strong&gt;Prosti , da' multi!&lt;/strong&gt; ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363166183652588022-1177811474837148415?l=blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/feeds/1177811474837148415/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/01/perfectiune.html#comment-form' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/1177811474837148415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/1177811474837148415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/01/perfectiune.html' title='Perfectiune?'/><author><name>T♥ny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500613358132546389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-GOyLy_2rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TI7SN_XWNZQ/S220/%60Fotografii-0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363166183652588022.post-5088873296686369580</id><published>2010-01-21T11:48:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T01:10:43.133+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom sets into the boring mind.</title><content type='html'>Am gasit citatul asta in ora de info , intr-un moment de plictiseala , si mi s-a parut unul foarte interesant.&lt;br /&gt;Oare plictiseala este , intr-adevar, doar rodul unei minti plictisitoare?&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca da.&lt;br /&gt;Cam toata lucrurile din viata - daca astepti sa se rezolve (aici - plictiseala sa treaca) fara sa faci nimic in sensul asta , e clar ca nimic nu are sa se schimbe . Nothing's for free in viata asta . Cand te plangi ca esti plictisit, ca n-ai ce face , ca n-ai parte de o activitate interesanta e de rau. In loc sa-ti bati capul cu astfel de ganduri ar fi mai bine sa-ti storci creierii [:))] incercand sa gasesti un lucru interesant de facut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am facut o pauza din postare pt a asista la o cearta intre profa si una dintre colegele mele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uuuu... Se pare ca se va trece peste&lt;em&gt; "incidentul"&lt;/em&gt; cu mine! :))&lt;br /&gt;Citez : &lt;em&gt;"Nu termin cu cearta pentru ca ea e nesimtita si asa sunt si eu!"&lt;/em&gt; ... Si acum trebuie ghicit autorul. Eh ,da. &lt;strong&gt;Profa &lt;/strong&gt;era! Si putem noi contrazice un profesor? C'moon. :))&lt;br /&gt;Asta dupa ce , la inceputul orei , i-a mai scapat un porumbel : &lt;em&gt;"Asteapta sa-si dea drumul (calculatorul)!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thechaly.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/argue1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://thechaly.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/argue1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.E: Nu mai sunt de mult la info ... E deja 12 noaptea :)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar scriu tarziu. Uff... Daca ziua dorm :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu am apucat sa termin postul pentru ca a durat mult cearta. Si presimt ca o sa o sa se &lt;em&gt;extinda&lt;/em&gt; si pentru orele viitoare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesant , n-am ce zice. Macar acum n-o sa fiu eu &lt;strong&gt;'aia'&lt;/strong&gt; pe care poarta profa pica. Si-a schimbat tinta. O schimba saptamanal. Cam asa merg lucrurile la mine in clasa:)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce sa zic ... Cearta aia chiar a &lt;em&gt;"rupt"&lt;/em&gt; plictiseala tuturor.&lt;br /&gt;Cum a zis cineva "&lt;em&gt;De acum incolo sa venim cu floricele la info.&lt;/em&gt;" :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revenim la plictiseala. Toata lumea o simte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deci , from now on , nu mai spune "&lt;em&gt;sunt plictisit&lt;/em&gt;" si ... Iesi din tipare! Fa o schimbare. Fa ceva memorabil. Incalca regulile. Fa ce-ti place. Fa ce nu-ti place , incercand sa faci din asta o activitate placuta! :)) . &lt;strong&gt;Dormi!&lt;/strong&gt; (Pe mine ma ajuta! :)) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ... &lt;em&gt;Spune-mi cum stai cu plictiseala , ca sa-ti spun cine esti! &lt;/em&gt;:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363166183652588022-5088873296686369580?l=blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/feeds/5088873296686369580/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/01/boredom-sets-into-boring-mind.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/5088873296686369580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/5088873296686369580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/01/boredom-sets-into-boring-mind.html' title='Boredom sets into the boring mind.'/><author><name>T♥ny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500613358132546389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-GOyLy_2rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TI7SN_XWNZQ/S220/%60Fotografii-0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363166183652588022.post-9144987061845140446</id><published>2010-01-20T00:02:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T00:59:13.783+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Marti?! Marti? Marti!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HJ191Gsfqw/STGG7QVQzBI/AAAAAAAAEMw/_ovkSIWXEBY/s400/art,photography,sad,snow,umbrella,inspiration,polaroid-077c02cc5af673f94aff4a5f59ecfe6d_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HJ191Gsfqw/STGG7QVQzBI/AAAAAAAAEMw/_ovkSIWXEBY/s400/art,photography,sad,snow,umbrella,inspiration,polaroid-077c02cc5af673f94aff4a5f59ecfe6d_h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Da.&lt;br /&gt;M-am convins intr-adevar cat de adevarata e zicala : &lt;em&gt;Marti - 3 ceasuri rele&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;La mine a fost &lt;em&gt;Marti - 24 ceasuri rele. &lt;/em&gt;Bine.. Din ele ar trebui sa scad putinele ore in care am dormit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De departe cea mai naspa zi. &lt;strong&gt;EVER. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ideea e ca nu a fost o zi naspa &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;doar&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;pentru mine. A fost &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;in special&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Atat de najpa incat &lt;strong&gt;nici&lt;/strong&gt; zapada nu ma tenta. Nici somn nu imi era. (A se citi : &lt;em&gt;eram la pamant&lt;/em&gt; :(  ).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tot ce vroiam era sa ajung acasa si&lt;strong&gt; atat.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De obicei , in drum spre casa , dadeam de foarta multa lume cunoscuta. Azi nu m-am intalnit cu &lt;em&gt;nimeni.&lt;/em&gt; Poate c-a fost bine ( oricum nu as fi fost in stare sa fiu eu , tony cea mereu vesela ,&lt;em&gt; blah-blah-blah&lt;/em&gt; ) , poate c-a fost rau (nu a avut cine sa ma scoata din starea aia) . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inca &lt;em&gt;se simte&lt;/em&gt;. Desi marti a trecut...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dezamagire. Scarba. Sictir. Plictiseala. Nervi. Frig. Oboseala. Epuizare. Multe altele...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E 1. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E miercuri. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu ma simt mai bine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sa fie mai mult de 24 ceasuri rele??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu cred. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inchei cu speranta unei zile bune de miercuri. Nu ca &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;marti.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si mai sper ca nu te-ai bucurat de aceeasi &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;marti &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ca si mine ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu am chef nici de scris.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ninge. Si totusi ... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nu ... !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HJ191Gsfqw/STGHNBUBTYI/AAAAAAAAENY/zyhY1qz5PYk/s400/photography"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HJ191Gsfqw/STGHNBUBTYI/AAAAAAAAENY/zyhY1qz5PYk/s400/photography" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363166183652588022-9144987061845140446?l=blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/feeds/9144987061845140446/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/01/marti-marti-marti.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/9144987061845140446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/9144987061845140446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/01/marti-marti-marti.html' title='Marti?! Marti? Marti!!!'/><author><name>T♥ny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500613358132546389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-GOyLy_2rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TI7SN_XWNZQ/S220/%60Fotografii-0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HJ191Gsfqw/STGG7QVQzBI/AAAAAAAAEMw/_ovkSIWXEBY/s72-c/art,photography,sad,snow,umbrella,inspiration,polaroid-077c02cc5af673f94aff4a5f59ecfe6d_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363166183652588022.post-5348686256955397781</id><published>2010-01-18T21:50:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T01:15:03.373+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Timpul-singurul drum cu sens unic, de la cap la coada!</title><content type='html'>Azi a fost o zi buna.&lt;br /&gt;Nicio discutie in contradictoriu , nicio voce ridicata , niciun schimb dur de replici. Fara nervi. Fara spume. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;NIMIC&lt;/span&gt; rau. Ce bine e! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh , happy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plictiseala la scoala , luni e ziua in care cu adevarat pleci ca sa ai de unde te intoarce. 5 ore , dintre care doar engleza e folositoare. Restul - bullshit:)).&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar ce dragut e ca pe o zi ca asta plictiseala din pauze sa treaca in momentul in care te plasezi strategic la pervazul geamului care da in curtea scolii. Si vazand cum copiii se joaca entuziasmati in zapada - de la cei din clasele primare pana la "micutii" mei colegi de clasa - nu are cum sa nu te binedispuna. Nu am avut placerea (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;curajul&lt;/span&gt;:)) ) sa ies afara pentru ca exista o foarte mare posibilitate ca majoritatea sa ma "devoreze" . Asta nu inseamna ca am scapat de placerea de a primi bulgari in cap. Au colegii astia o tinta de nu-i adevarat! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din nou azi mi-am pierdut timpul cu un drum pana la doctor. Totul ca sa aflu ca avea program dimineata . Ma rog , nu asta era important. Ideea e ca pierd timp de care nu dispun! &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Nu mai am timp sa pierd timpul&lt;/span&gt; ... De ce &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;TOATE&lt;/span&gt; lucrurile pe care le fac par sa-mi fure timpul? &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;De ce&lt;/span&gt; ... ? Imi vreau timpul inapoi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inca ninge. Entuziasmul a scazut. Acum sunt fulgi mici . &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Imi plac , da' nu prea&lt;/span&gt;! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau weekend. Unde mi-am pus sania?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2009/350/f/a/tony__s_snow_by_MiLi92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 350px" alt="" src="http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2009/350/f/a/tony__s_snow_by_MiLi92.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si cum spuneam ... Am descoperit reteta ideala a unei zile linistite! Imediat cum am venit de la scoala m-am pus in pat. Nu imi era somn , asa ca am aprins televizorul. Nu vroiam decat sa ma incalzesc. Ochii incet incepeau sa se inchida , dobandind o "greutate" considerabila. Imi pun telefonul sa sune ... "&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Nu-i bai. Am &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;timp &lt;/span&gt;sa dorm si eu 2 ore.&lt;/span&gt;" ... Trec 2 ore , telefonul suna. Il opresc si ma culc la loc. Aveam impresia ca l-am programat pentru inca o ora. N-a fost asa. Se pare ca oboseala si-a spus cuvantul . Cu telefonul langa cap si nu l-am auzit . 2 apeluri si un sms. Degeaba. Mama a venit si l-a luat de langa mine cand a vazut ca facea "&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;ca toti dracii&lt;/span&gt;" si eu nu aveam nicio reactie. S-a indurat si m-a lasat sa dorm. Doar fixul m-a trezit dupa fix 5 ore.&lt;br /&gt;Deci ... Cand sa te certi? Cand sa-ti faci nervi? In somn e bine. Visezi. N-ai probleme , n-ai griji , n-ai obligatii , n-ai chestii de facut , n-ai note de luat , n-ai teme de scris , poti sa faci ce vrei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O alta pierdere de &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;timp.&lt;/span&gt; Tema la franceza .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;raluk: u cf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;[ Tony ] : traducerea la franca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;raluk : am trait s o aud si p asta&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/blockquote&gt;Asta asa ... Ca sa-ti dai seama de valoarea evenimentului. Trebuia marcat in postul asta. Ce naiba , o data in viata scrie omul la franca. Si &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;mai mult de 2 pagini&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum e tarziu.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.that-dj.com/wp-content/uploads/image/Insomnia_by_yourgayneighbour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://www.that-dj.com/wp-content/uploads/image/Insomnia_by_yourgayneighbour.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar nu am somn.&lt;br /&gt;Totusi ma pun in pat ... Cum &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;pofta vine mancand &lt;/span&gt;ar trebui sa se aplice regula si in cazul in care vrei sa dormi , nu? ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine iar o sa fiu zombie.&lt;br /&gt;Nu-i nimic.&lt;br /&gt;Toti suntem asa.&lt;br /&gt;Noroc cu automatismul , asa pot si eu sa ajung zi de zi la scoala:) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma culc. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Ma mint ca imi e somn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Ce-as mai dormi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://zahirblog.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/sleep-deprivation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 584px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://zahirblog.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/sleep-deprivation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363166183652588022-5348686256955397781?l=blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/feeds/5348686256955397781/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/01/azi-fost-o-zi-buna.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/5348686256955397781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/5348686256955397781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/01/azi-fost-o-zi-buna.html' title='Timpul-singurul drum cu sens unic, de la cap la coada!'/><author><name>T♥ny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500613358132546389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-GOyLy_2rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TI7SN_XWNZQ/S220/%60Fotografii-0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363166183652588022.post-4842631940387483812</id><published>2010-01-18T08:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T09:17:25.960+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gata.&lt;br /&gt;Acum scriu ceva vesel! Bine ... o sa &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;incerc&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;M-am trezit dimineata , dupa putinele ore de somn, fara chef. Stateam cu telefonul in mana , nu intelegeam de ce nu suna si totusi sunt treaza. Nici acum nu stiu ce s-a intamplat dimineata si cum de am reusit sa ma trezesc . :))&lt;br /&gt;Ajunsa in dreptul geamului mi-a venit inima la loc. Ningea mai tare ca aseara. Zapada m-a trezit mai mult decat a facut-o apa rece. Acum vedeam rimelul mai clar:)).&lt;br /&gt;Primesc sms - "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cam cat de fericita esti? Cred ca zapada asta e special pt tine , ca ai avut un weekend aiurea!&lt;/span&gt;" ... Am zambit. Imi place cand lumea vede zapada si se gandeste instantaneu la mine. Ma inveseleste :)). &lt;br /&gt;Apoi imi suna telefonul : "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tony , ia-ti ceva pe cap ca uite cum ninge!&lt;/span&gt;" ... :)) &lt;br /&gt;Da ... si acum pierd ore pretioase de jucat in zapada pe bancile scolii :))&lt;br /&gt;Nu-i nimic. Intotdeauna se gaseste ceva sa compenseze. Si da .. aici ma refer la cultura unor persoane. Si cum acum sunt la info ... Nu mai e nevoie sa specific persoana in cauza . "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cine nu vrea sa vina la simulare sa-mi zica asa , &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ideatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" . Asta a fost maxima pe ziua de azi! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Maxim am spus! &lt;/span&gt; :))&lt;br /&gt;Au mai fost , dar deja devin banale. Pt ca le repeta ora de ora. Poate sunt eu mai rea cu ea de la un timp. Dar cand prostia pute ... Nu ai cum sa te comporti altfel!&lt;br /&gt;Nu conteaza. Azi e o zi frumoasa. :)&lt;br /&gt;Si da ... &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Zapada o face sa fie asa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.profetulzilei.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/fulg-de-nea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 440px; height: 318px;" src="http://www.profetulzilei.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/fulg-de-nea.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363166183652588022-4842631940387483812?l=blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/feeds/4842631940387483812/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/01/gata.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/4842631940387483812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/4842631940387483812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/01/gata.html' title=''/><author><name>T♥ny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500613358132546389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-GOyLy_2rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TI7SN_XWNZQ/S220/%60Fotografii-0019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363166183652588022.post-722565470884831046</id><published>2010-01-18T00:56:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T01:59:07.276+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Inca ninge ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S1OjFX6eHYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/26YjKDMgRDE/s1600-h/Winter_in_my_heart_by_LiliumLion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S1OjFX6eHYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/26YjKDMgRDE/s320/Winter_in_my_heart_by_LiliumLion.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427861288625511810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foarte putin pana la ora 2. :|&lt;br /&gt;Am zis ca ma las de postat la ore d-astea , dar ce sa fac?!&lt;br /&gt;N-am somn. Nu pot si ... Ar trebui! &lt;br /&gt;E luni. Deja e luni. &lt;strong&gt;IAR&lt;/strong&gt; e luni!!!&lt;br /&gt;Singurul lucru linistitor se intampla afara.&lt;br /&gt;Ninge frumos , ninge linistit. &lt;strong&gt;NINGE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma calmeaza , imi provoaca o stare de bine , si totusi imi da un sentiment de melancolie ... Da! Mereu zapada m-a facut sa ma gandesc la copilarie. Nu c-as fi mare acum , dar ...  &lt;br /&gt;Zilele alea cand ieseam cu sania , ne intorceam fleasca acasa. &lt;br /&gt;Mergeam la colindat , zapada aproape ca ne intrecea . Nu conta. Atunci distractia era mai mare!  &lt;br /&gt;Intreceri prin zapada ... Si cum picam epuizati pe moale :)). Ingerasi , bataie cu bulgari ... &lt;br /&gt;Cine facea "cazemate" in mormanele de zapada? Cine se bucura , ca si acum , de fiecare fulg?&lt;br /&gt;Eh... Frumoase zile ale inocentei! De ce crestem? De ce trece timpul? &lt;em&gt;De ce &lt;/em&gt;... ?&lt;br /&gt;Nu vi se pare ca va maturizati prea devreme? De ce sa nu ramanem copii? De ce sa ne "luptam" cu lumea asta rea? &lt;em&gt;De ce &lt;/em&gt;... ? &lt;br /&gt;Sa-i lasam pe altii sa faca asta. &lt;br /&gt;Noi avem nevoie de zapada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EU&lt;/strong&gt; am nevoie de zapada. &lt;strong&gt;Aveam , am , si voi avea .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oricat mi s-ar reprosa ca sunt un copil , n-am de gand sa schimb asta. Poate ca-mi place asa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toti&lt;/em&gt; sunteti copii deep inside. &lt;em&gt;Toti&lt;/em&gt; pastrati latura asta. Si ... Din pacate ,&lt;em&gt; mai toti &lt;/em&gt;decideti sa n-o aratati. Trist. &lt;br /&gt;Copiii. Unul dintre cele mai frumoase lucruri pe lumea asta.&lt;br /&gt;Iubesc copiii aproape la fel de mult ca zapada.&lt;br /&gt;Vreau afara. Fulgii se joaca. Eu de ce nu as face asta?&lt;br /&gt;... Stiu! Pentru ca n-am cum. Trebie sa dorm. &lt;br /&gt;Dar ce m-as juca ... &lt;br /&gt;Vreau un bulgare. N-o sa se topeasca , il tin la frigider! :))&lt;br /&gt;Sa ramana. Sa il am oricand &lt;em&gt;simt&lt;/em&gt; nevoia de zapada!&lt;br /&gt;...Vreau sa dorm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363166183652588022-722565470884831046?l=blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/feeds/722565470884831046/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/01/foarte-putin-pana-la-ora-2.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/722565470884831046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/722565470884831046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/01/foarte-putin-pana-la-ora-2.html' title='Inca ninge ...'/><author><name>T♥ny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500613358132546389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-GOyLy_2rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TI7SN_XWNZQ/S220/%60Fotografii-0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S1OjFX6eHYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/26YjKDMgRDE/s72-c/Winter_in_my_heart_by_LiliumLion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363166183652588022.post-3631570184675320808</id><published>2010-01-17T21:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T23:02:22.763+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ningeeeeee...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S1Nw5ljigtI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Ue2k2zCoAuQ/s1600-h/84da026d136f3c2da0348a895feb93ea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S1Nw5ljigtI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Ue2k2zCoAuQ/s400/84da026d136f3c2da0348a895feb93ea.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427806110547608274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...eeeeee. Cei care ma cunosc stiu ce reactie am in momentul in care vad fulgii de zapada! ...&lt;br /&gt;Pot spune sincer : &lt;em&gt; Copilul din mine e fericit in momentul asta! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E bucuria aia interioara pe care n-am mai simtit-o de ceva timp si ... wow , ce nevoie aveam de asta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Si vesnicul happy ending to my crappy day. Incep sa ma obisnuiesc cu ideea. In fine , sa ne bucuram de prezent. Nu de alta , dar maine o iau de la capat!&lt;br /&gt;N-are rost sa enumar starile prin care am trecut pe tot parcursul zilei de azi ... M-ar indispune la loc. Da , am o fire schimbatoare si ,da, trec usor de la o stare la alta. Ceea ce e bine. Uite ce fericita sunt acum ... Si cat de low , low eram dimineata :)). Fericita e mult spus. S-o numim  &lt;em&gt; buna dispozitie &lt;/em&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;Cum spuneam , ninsoarea asta a picat perfect! Cireasa de pe tort , ce sa mai :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si referatul pe care l-am avut de facut la filozofie a picat cum nu se putea mai bine. Mi-a adus aminte in ce tara de rahat (macar pe blog sa-mi cenzurez limbajul:)) ) traim si de modul in care suntem tratati in tarisoara mai sus descrisa. Tema referatului era &lt;strong&gt;"Drepturile omului"&lt;/strong&gt;. Si imediat gandul mi-a fugit la ziua de vineri , ziua mea libera ... Pe care am pierdut-o alergand dupa ,practic, dreptul de care toti &lt;em&gt; ar trebui &lt;/em&gt; sa dispunem. Si ma refer la alocatie , la amaratii aia de 42 de lei pe care (teoretic!) ii primim lunar ... Si pe care oamenii sus-pusi  &lt;em&gt;uita&lt;/em&gt; sa ni-i dea . In fine , nu are rost sa intru in amanunte si sa ma umplu iar de nervi :)). Stiti si voi la ce porcarie au apelat astia doar , doar o mai ramane cate un fraier pe care sa nu-l intereseze , sa piarda banii si sa aiba ei ce baga in buzunare. Nu va mai satura Dumnezeu , pana si de la elevi furati! Rusine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa ... Revenim la oile noastre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seara mea happy incepe sa se duca ( Stii , poate chiar ai dreptate. Toata fericirea mea e doar de fatada si ... in ciuda faptului ca ninge ,  &lt;em&gt;"tony tot sad e"&lt;/em&gt;  )... M-am uitat la telefon. Era 10 fix. Ciudat , m-am uitat si la 9. Se pare ca cineva ma iubeste . Ura!&lt;br /&gt;A , dah! Azi am sughitat la greu. Fratilor , lasati barfa. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gata. Inchei postul asta cat mai repede cu putinta! (Ma las de postat tarziu in noapte:)) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : Se presupune ca azi e ziua mea. Pacat ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.E : E 11:00. Ceva e ciudat! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363166183652588022-3631570184675320808?l=blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/feeds/3631570184675320808/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/01/ningeeeeee.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/3631570184675320808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/3631570184675320808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/01/ningeeeeee.html' title='Ningeeeeee...'/><author><name>T♥ny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500613358132546389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-GOyLy_2rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TI7SN_XWNZQ/S220/%60Fotografii-0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S1Nw5ljigtI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Ue2k2zCoAuQ/s72-c/84da026d136f3c2da0348a895feb93ea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363166183652588022.post-3316005193454705946</id><published>2010-01-17T01:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T02:24:10.141+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Se poate!</title><content type='html'>...Se poate ca o zi total aiurea sa ajunga sa fie o zi buna. :)&lt;br /&gt;Adica atunci cand un lucru nasol are un final frumos ... Parca uiti de tot ce-a fost rau si te bucuri de lucrurile bune! Sau e doar firea mea prea optimista care nu ma lasa sa nu vad lucrurile roz nici atunci cand ele sunt de mult negre!&lt;br /&gt;Asa ... cum spuneam! &lt;br /&gt;O zi de tot rahatul ...Terminata frumos!&lt;br /&gt;In seara asta am avut parte de multe laude pentru initiativa cu blogul. Ceea ce m-a surprins , m-a inveselit si ,clar, m-a bucurat!! &lt;br /&gt;Dar surpriza cea mai mare tu mi-ai facut-o!&lt;br /&gt;Da , da. Tu , plagiatoare mica!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S1JYjpnMP4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/TXedMP9b9bQ/s1600-h/DSCN8720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S1JYjpnMP4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/TXedMP9b9bQ/s320/DSCN8720.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427497870423768962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De acum o sa am cu cine sa despic firu'n patru , sa critic , sa laud  ... Asa cum numai noi stim s-o facem.&lt;br /&gt;Daca pana acum , de multe ori , nu era nevoie sa spunem ce gandim si era de ajuns sa ne uitam una la alta ca sa intelegem ceea ce nu mai era nevoie sa zicem ... Ei bine acum avem ocazia sa "rupem" tastaturile dezbatand pana si cele mai mici prostii.&lt;br /&gt;Asa ca ... Tin pumnii stransi pentru amandoua si .. La mai mare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Te iubesc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Corecteaza-ma daca poti! &gt;:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363166183652588022-3316005193454705946?l=blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/feeds/3316005193454705946/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/01/se-poate.html#comment-form' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/3316005193454705946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/3316005193454705946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/01/se-poate.html' title='Se poate!'/><author><name>T♥ny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500613358132546389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-GOyLy_2rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TI7SN_XWNZQ/S220/%60Fotografii-0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S1JYjpnMP4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/TXedMP9b9bQ/s72-c/DSCN8720.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8363166183652588022.post-3501554176643051431</id><published>2010-01-16T01:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T02:33:51.680+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Se spune ca Best Friends Last Forever...</title><content type='html'>...Asa ca da!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primul post de pe noul blog e despre tine. Despre mine. Despre noi. Si putin si despre viata :)) ! Dar in special despre tine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi a fost o zi geniala..(exceptand micile incidente:)) ) ... Si acum o sa citez putin din tine: &lt;em&gt;" eu una azi am iesit cu girlfriend for the first time just me and her…sh a fost soooper…de fapt a fost o supermegaextragenialday" &lt;/em&gt;. Chiar asa a fost. O zi in care am petrecut (prea) putin timp just me and you. Am avut ocazia sa radem , sa injuram , sa descoperim bucurestiul :)) , sa barfim , sa admiram chestii care ne plac , sa avem reactii ciudate la vederea produselor din unele magazine =)) , sa ne bagam nasul pe unde nu ne fierbe oala (la propriu!) , sa descoperim si mai bine ce gusturi comune avem (mi-a ramas gandul la pantofii aia mov la care amandoua ne-am repezit! :)) ) ... Si pur si simplu sa fim doar noi doua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ... In drum spre casa stateam si ma gandeam - cum de a fost nevoie sa treaca asa de mult timp ca sa legam o prietenie asa de stransa?! Adica... De la un inceput deloc compromitator in care - nu purtam nicio conversatie , nu vedeam una in cealalta o posibila super-buna prietena , ne aruncam doar cate un "buna" , din bun-simt ... Si uite unde s-a ajuns. Am avut bucuria sa gasesc in tine un super om , o super prietena , o super colega , o super ce-vrei-tu! Bine ... asta nu s-a intamplat azi , dar asa ... Ca fapt divers! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si iar..M-am gandit : cat de adevara e vorba : "Life's a bitch".&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca asa e! De cate ori nu ne da impresii gresite?&lt;br /&gt;De cate ori un "super-best friend" ajunge sa fie o persoana pe langa care treci si ... Atat.&lt;br /&gt;Un fel de lege a compensatiei. Unu' se duce , altu' vine.&lt;br /&gt;Asa e in viata...Totul efemer.&lt;br /&gt;Lucrurile bune nu "rezista" asa de mult pe cat ne-am dori.&lt;br /&gt;Dar wtf , ce-ar fi viata plina doar de lucruri bune? Prea plictisitoare pt a vrea s-o traiesti!&lt;br /&gt;Prima impresie conteaza? Nu ar trebui. Oricum ajungi sa ti-o schimbi cu cat cunosti persoana mai bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fine. Se vrea a fi un post vesel! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca incetam sa judecam , invatam sa iubim mai mult. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S1JaSDIO-KI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Dn3cwLgbftM/s1600-h/poze_the_gate+033..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S1JaSDIO-KI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Dn3cwLgbftM/s320/poze_the_gate+033..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427499767058856098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... Vreau doar sa-ti multumesc pt ca-mi dai motive zi de zi sa ma iau de tine :P , sa fiu vocea aia cicalitoare : &lt;em&gt;"Nu-ti mai verifica telefonul . Te calc pe cap!"&lt;/em&gt; sau&lt;em&gt; "Si sper sa nu te mai caute! Nu te merita!"&lt;/em&gt; sau&lt;em&gt; "Love you more. Me more. Always more!" &lt;/em&gt; si asa mai departe ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si mai sper ca asta nu e  &lt;em&gt;"inca o faza de-a ta" &lt;/em&gt;(ca sa citez o persoana super-importanta :)):)) - prietenii stiu de ce !) si ca acel forever exista. Undeva ... Intr-un viitor indepartat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gata. Acum termin de scris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma apasa un gand ca e un pat calduros ce ma asteapta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da! Imi e somn !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                             ... Te iubesc!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8363166183652588022-3501554176643051431?l=blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/feeds/3501554176643051431/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/3501554176643051431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8363166183652588022/posts/default/3501554176643051431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blah-blah-blah-uri.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='Se spune ca Best Friends Last Forever...'/><author><name>T♥ny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15500613358132546389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S-GOyLy_2rI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TI7SN_XWNZQ/S220/%60Fotografii-0019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CgWSXuq2ujE/S1JaSDIO-KI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Dn3cwLgbftM/s72-c/poze_the_gate+033..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
