<?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-1516847327315693737</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:17:29.066-07:00</updated><category term='Vama Veche'/><title type='text'>Sweet Escape</title><subtitle type='html'>Multi spun ca zambetul meu ascunde multe.Deci zambesc des.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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stau s-o scurtez,sau hai lasa ca o scurtez,of!&lt;br /&gt;Azi am avut cam trei treziri:&lt;br /&gt;una pe la 10,am mancat&lt;br /&gt;a doua pe la 1,am fost  la buda&lt;br /&gt;si a treia si cea definitiva pe la 4.&lt;br /&gt;AIUREAAAAAA!!&lt;br /&gt;Si inca am o stare de somnn...&lt;br /&gt;Eh,oricum,sunt extrem de fericita ca a venit dad (din Franta)si mi-a adus o groaza de chestii,hahaaaa!!&lt;br /&gt;Si mi-e dor de iubitul meuuuu..&lt;br /&gt;Azi am fost toti patru (eu,iub`,simonetta si ionut) la meci la lehliu si am ras de am crapat,pe urma la un cico in hally si acasica..&lt;br /&gt;Ploua acum.De fapt a plouat toata ziulica,insaaaa,pe de-o parte e superbish,pe de alta..noootttt..&lt;br /&gt;C`est finis :D&lt;br /&gt;Cius!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516847327315693737-3048090924645594348?l=unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/ShgWRFqLJDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AfJUtFtnw8Y/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516847327315693737.post-2866816397484890148</id><published>2009-05-27T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:28:49.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Traim in Romania</title><content type='html'>Zilele astea,tot vizitam fel de fel de blog-uri cu haine si chestii de genul.Imi atrage atentia insa un anumit blog,adica doua,dar doar autorul unuia dintre ele mi-a raspuns pana acum,si observ cum haine de genul celor de la magazinul renumit de la noi "o suta cincizeci",la ei se ridica la pretul de opt sute de mii,daca numai mult.&lt;br /&gt;Bineinteles,nu m-am putut abtine sa nu comentez.&lt;br /&gt;Ce crezi?&lt;br /&gt;Primesc commenturi de la autorul respectiv,ca le-am ranit sentimentele prin ce am spus,ca ce,am calatorit eu prin Europa sa stiu ce si cum,ca vai,ca sunt abia la inceput,ca daca tot prosteste lumea,cum de au clientel fidele?&lt;br /&gt;Ok.Ce le-am zis eu vreti sa stiti probabil.&lt;br /&gt;Nu am sa scriu cuvant cu cuvant,dar in mare eu le-am zis ca mai bine ma duc si imi iau haine noi,si le-am urat bafta in prostirea clientelor in continuare.&lt;br /&gt;Le-am dat si raspuns dupa commentul primit de la ei.&lt;br /&gt;Fratilor,sincer,am fost prin Europa,nu toata,dar oricum e ceva,si dupa cum am si eu afacerea asta mica cu vanzarile,magazinul etc. ,e absolut normal sa stiu cum sta treaba.&lt;br /&gt;Dar deh,oamenii s-au atacat si "au sarit de cur in sus".&lt;br /&gt;Si eu raaaadddddd...ma prapadesc pe jos de ras,de cat pot fi de penibili,de banali si de nesimtiti.&lt;br /&gt;De ce?&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca practic fura omul frate :)&lt;br /&gt;Cum poti sa minti cu atata nerusinare de hainele alea care valoreaza si le gasesti si in magazine la pretul cu care le dau ei NOI,sau in obor eventual mult mai ieftine gen cu vreo 50 ron.&lt;br /&gt;E trist fratilor,dar traim in Romania.O sa ajungem sa ne fie frica sa mai parasim tara,daca deja Italienii ne omoara pe strada daca aud ca suntem romani,si majoritatea in general,de cat au furat "fratii nostrii romani" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai c-am incheiat si postul asta,astept acum sa comenteze in continuare si sa faca pe raniti si desteptii cu mine,eventual sa imi inchida blog-ul sau ceva de gen.Tipic oamenilor fara cap.Chiar astept sa se irite mai rau decat sunt :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: E 11:26 (adica era cand am scris P.S.-ul),ma duc sa-mi fac baie,maine am teza la english si test la geografie,mi-e dor de Simonetta ca n-am vazut-o azi,astept maine s-o ciufulesc; si mi-e dor de iub` enorm,ca de obicei.Noapte buna dragii mei!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516847327315693737-2866816397484890148?l=unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/ShgWRFqLJDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AfJUtFtnw8Y/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516847327315693737.post-5622212792583437710</id><published>2009-05-26T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T08:59:53.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O parte din mine e facuta din sticla..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/ShwR9DG5dEI/AAAAAAAAAJY/-RMQILa8zZk/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/ShwR9DG5dEI/AAAAAAAAAJY/-RMQILa8zZk/s400/4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340162998658495554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paharul de Garrone e gol.Cuburile de gheata s-au topit mult prea repede.Caldura ma sufoca si ma indispune in acelasi timp.Am racit,si asta e naspa.Si tot vorbim de intrebari fara raspuns,si tot vorbim de trecut,si tot ne certam pe zi ce trece,si tot analizam fel de fel de situatii,si tot purtam pica unii pe altii si ne injuram.&lt;br /&gt;De ce?&lt;br /&gt;De ce nu putem pur si simplu sa lasam timpul sa decida pentru noi,cum face de fapt,fara sa ne dam seama?De ce nu incercam sa nu ne mai gandim la fel de fel de chestii care sa ne strice intreaga zi?De ce continuam sa traim in trecut,in loc sa traim clipa?De ce sa ne stresam pentru ziua de maine?De ce sa nu fumam?De ce sa nu bem?De ce sa nu stam serile de sambata pe iarba din parc sub cerul liber numarand stelele?De ce sa nu visam?De ce sa nu fim uniti?De ce ?&lt;br /&gt;Intrebari la care raspunsurile le stim singuri,dar ne e frica sa vedem realitatea.&lt;br /&gt;Preferam sa visam,sa train intr-o lume noua,o lume a noastra unde nimeni si nimic nu ne poate rani sau o lume unde noi suntem un nimeni si o rana,o mare gaura in piept.&lt;br /&gt;Si da,am simtit ca numai pot continua,am simtit ca mi se rupe sufletul,am dat cu pumnul in masa si am vrut sa ploua.Dar ploaia nu m-a ascultat.M-a lasat pe uscat.Pe seceta.Mi-a secat sufletul si tot ce aveam mai bun.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-as dori ca macar odata sa vedeti prin ochii mei.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-as dori ca macar odata sa simtit ce simt eu.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-as dori ca macar odata sa vedeti cum e sa fiti Eu.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-as dori ca macar odata sa imi luati locul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorintele sunt multe,dar stii,eu nu sunt un geanie ca sa indeplinesc fiecaruia cate o dorinta,chiar mie!&lt;br /&gt;Sunt la fel ca voi,dar putin diferita.&lt;br /&gt;Si pe mine ma doare,dar am ajuns sa maschez fiecare fisura din suflet.&lt;br /&gt;Ma trezesc brutal dimineata.O tigara.O cafea.O guma.&lt;br /&gt;Ma uit in oglinda si ma intreb..."Ia zii...cine pe cine minte?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Nu cum sunt eu sunt eu,Ci cum esti tu sunt eu,Un fel de tu sunt eu,Pe care nu  l-ai mai lasat sa fie eu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516847327315693737-5622212792583437710?l=unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/feeds/5622212792583437710/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516847327315693737&amp;postID=5622212792583437710' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default/5622212792583437710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default/5622212792583437710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-parte-din-mine-e-facuta-din-sticla.html' title='O parte din mine e facuta din sticla..'/><author><name>SweetEscape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055177394012228804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/ShgWRFqLJDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AfJUtFtnw8Y/S220/4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/ShwR9DG5dEI/AAAAAAAAAJY/-RMQILa8zZk/s72-c/4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516847327315693737.post-7669862926133435221</id><published>2009-05-26T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T05:18:52.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lenevie.</title><content type='html'>Deci sunt extrem,extrem de plictisita.Se pare ca am inceput o "caravana" a "Lepselor" (sper ca am scris bine,la starea pe care o am,nu am chef sa ma gandesc la ortografii s.a.),plictiseala e in toi,ore nu se mai fac,nu ai unde sa iesi,ce sa faci s.a. .&lt;br /&gt;Ma simt extrem de naspa,pentru ca perioada asta in care tata e plecat,mama cam "freaca menta" si nu face deloc mancare (la modul supe,ciorbe,salate) si nu am prea mancat bine,sunt balonata tot timpul si nu stiu,chiar ma simt aiurea rau.&lt;br /&gt;Lehliu devine din ce in ce mai gol,numai e ca in alti ani cand parcul era full,toti se adunau si indemnau la multe chestii,caterinca,frumos...Nimic.Asta e.Oricum Terra se duce incet,incet.&lt;br /&gt;Nu am chef de post,nu am chef sa scriu,nu am chef sa invat,nu am chef sa stau,nu am chef de nimic.&lt;br /&gt;Pana mea.&lt;br /&gt;Sa ne "auzim" cu bine dupa ce terminam scoala.Damn.Incep iar studio-ul,incep si canto.Nu am niciun chef.Dar ma rog.Asta e.&lt;br /&gt;Cam atat.&lt;br /&gt;Oricum n-am chef.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516847327315693737-7669862926133435221?l=unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/ShgWRFqLJDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AfJUtFtnw8Y/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516847327315693737.post-3382610856924550975</id><published>2009-05-26T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T05:13:14.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa : ) )</title><content type='html'>Leapsa primita de la Corina de data asta : ) ), care suna in felul urmator :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Isi sarbatoreste ziua de nastere in aceeasi luna (si zi daca e cazul) cu tine: Mama,Edy,Andreea Dragoman&lt;br /&gt;2. Citeste regulat presa: Tata si Cerchezeanu =))&lt;br /&gt;3. Are un frate si o sora: Simonetta&lt;br /&gt;4. Stie multe despre geografie: Adelina&lt;br /&gt;5. Este originar din aceeasi regiune cu tine: Andrelele,Cerchezeanu&lt;br /&gt;6. Prenumele incepe cu aceeasi litera ca al tau: Corina,Mara&lt;br /&gt;7. Ii place la nebunie ciorba de burta: Paul : ) )&lt;br /&gt;8. Ii place muzica populara romaneasca: Ai mei scumpi bunici : )&lt;br /&gt;9. Ii place sa pregateasca bucate: Mama,eu,Mona&lt;br /&gt;10. Alearga periodic dimineata: In vacanta zilnic chiar : ) ) (eu),in rest,vorba lui Edy,cei care chiulesc la primele ore,in special alea de sport : ) )&lt;br /&gt;11. A vizitat de 3 ori Castelul Peles/Bran: Eu.&lt;br /&gt;12. Citeste literatura artistica: Eu,Simonetta,Corina,Edy&lt;br /&gt;13. Merge regulat la teatru/cinema sau mall:Andrei&lt;br /&gt;14. Cunoaste bine istoria romanilor: Cerchezeanu si bineinteles iubitul nostru prof de istorie,Gasca Alexandru pe care in adoraaammmm &lt;2&lt;br /&gt;15. A calatorit prin toata lumea: A mea verisoara Elena.Toata Europa.Si continua cu celelalte continente :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai departe cine vrea. : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516847327315693737-3382610856924550975?l=unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/feeds/3382610856924550975/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516847327315693737&amp;postID=3382610856924550975' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default/3382610856924550975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default/3382610856924550975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/2009/05/leapsa_26.html' title='Leapsa : ) )'/><author><name>SweetEscape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055177394012228804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/ShgWRFqLJDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AfJUtFtnw8Y/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516847327315693737.post-5999648587991847430</id><published>2009-05-23T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T14:55:52.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa "Alfabetica"</title><content type='html'>Am fost la "faimosul" concert,haha,adica ma rog,ipotetic vorbind : ) ).Am ajuns acasa acum vreo 30 minute.Anyway,inca o leapsa : ) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;- Available: Not.&lt;br /&gt;- Age: "Ai 17,zambeste : ) "&lt;br /&gt;- Annoyance: Ipocrizia,falsul s.a.m.d.&lt;br /&gt;- Allergic: at fools : ) ).kiddin'.&lt;br /&gt;- Animal: doggyyyy&lt;br /&gt;- Actor: Sarah Jessica Parker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;- Beer: Redd's =P~&lt;br /&gt;- Birthday/Birthplace: 22 mai `92,Calarasi&lt;br /&gt;- Best Friends: Simonetta,Andu,Gabi.&lt;br /&gt;- Body Part on opposite sex: Neck,face,hands,face&lt;br /&gt;- Best feeling in the world: happiness&lt;br /&gt;- Blind or Deaf: niciuna... as prefera sa trebuiasca sa renunt la miros sau la gust...&lt;br /&gt;- Best weather: spring... sunny days, blue skies...summeeeerrr&lt;br /&gt;- Been in Love: Yes I am!! &lt;2&lt;br /&gt;- Been bitched out?:Not.&lt;br /&gt;- Been on stage?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in yourself?: Sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in life on other planets: Yes&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in miracles: Yes I do!&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in Magic: Abracadabra! Yes : x&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in God: Always&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in Satan: OMG :-s&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in Santa: hahaaaaaa : x&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in Ghosts/spirits: Yes :-s :&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in Evolution: hm... of human kind? I lost all hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;- Car: Smart :x&lt;br /&gt;- Candy: Omg,no way.&lt;br /&gt;- Color: bleu,roz,verde,turquoise,mov&lt;br /&gt;- Cried in school: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;- Chocolate/Vanilla: Vanilla&lt;br /&gt;- Chinese/Mexican: Chinese&lt;br /&gt;- Cake or pie: Cake&lt;br /&gt;- Countries to visit: France,USA,Greece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;- Day or Night: Both&lt;br /&gt;- Dream vehicle: VW Beetle&lt;br /&gt;- Danced: Always.&lt;br /&gt;- Dance in the rain?: Yes :x&lt;br /&gt;- Dance in the middle of the street?: Yes : ) )&lt;br /&gt;- Do the splits?: Neah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;- Eggs: Seldom...&lt;br /&gt;- Eyes: Blue,Green,Brown&lt;br /&gt;- Everyone has: a brain! But some of us don't know how to use it...&lt;br /&gt;- Ever failed a class?: No way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;br /&gt;- First crush: Looonngg,long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;- Full name: Ion Maria Cosmina&lt;br /&gt;- First thoughts waking up: The day after tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;- Food: Don't wanna think about : ) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;- Greatest Fear: Paienjeni,Serpi&lt;br /&gt;- Giver or taker: Both&lt;br /&gt;- Goals: Sa-mi ating scopul&lt;br /&gt;- Gum: Hubba Bubba in special : ) )&lt;br /&gt;- Get along with your parents?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;- Good luck charms: Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;br /&gt;- Hair Colour: Dark brown,acum vopsit,un dark blond : )&lt;br /&gt;- Height: 1.68 I guess&lt;br /&gt;- Happy: YES !!! :x&lt;br /&gt;- Holidays: First of all...FUN!FUN!FUUNN!!&lt;br /&gt;- How do you want to die: I don't wanna think about things like this.d`ooohh&lt;br /&gt;- Health freak?: 50/50&lt;br /&gt;- Hate: Plescaitul respectiv sforaitul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;(In guys/girls)- Eye colour: Dark,Green&lt;blue&lt;br /&gt;- Hair Color: It doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;- Height: Pe aceasi lungime sau mai inalt.&lt;br /&gt;- Clothing Style: Casual,Glam&lt;br /&gt;- Characteristics: Intelegator,Amuzant,Inteligent stuff like this&lt;br /&gt;- Ice Cream: Uhm&lt;br /&gt;- Instrument: Chitara,pian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;- Jewelry: Colier/e,cercei,bratara,inel/e&lt;br /&gt;- Job: Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;br /&gt;- Kids: no thanks!not now.&lt;br /&gt;- Kickboxing or karate: none&lt;br /&gt;- Keep a journal?: once upon a time.this blog.my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;- Longest Car Ride: over....72 h or more than that&lt;br /&gt;- Love: Iubitul meu,Parintii,Prietenele (intr-un cuvant: familia : ) ),Cartile,muzica,dansul s.a.m.d.&lt;br /&gt;- Letter: Huh?Dear me ..Love...P.S. :&lt;br /&gt;- Laughed so hard you cried: Most of times&lt;br /&gt;- Love at first sight: Yes :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;- Milk flavour: simple&lt;br /&gt;- Movie: Strania Poveste a lui Benjamin Button,Slumdog Millionaire :x&lt;br /&gt;- Mooned anyone?: Wtf?!&lt;br /&gt;- Marriage: Not now : ) )&lt;br /&gt;- Motion sickness?: hm...&lt;br /&gt;- McD’s or BK: none : ) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;br /&gt;- Number of Siblings: nothing&lt;br /&gt;- Number of Piercings: I had 2 in the year&lt;br /&gt;- Number: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;- Overused Phrases: "Mda","Aha","Ce ma?","Haules=)))","Pepushaaaaaa"&lt;br /&gt;- One wish: happiness&lt;br /&gt;- One phobia: needles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;- Place you’d like to live: Paris.&lt;br /&gt;- Pepsi/Coke: None&lt;br /&gt;Q- Quail: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;- Questionnaires: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;- Reason to cry: Tradari,Durere,Nervi,Chestii banale..&lt;br /&gt;- Reality T.V.: De ceva timp numai frecventez T.V.-ul,foarte rar.Anway: Oprah,Sweet Sixteen&lt;br /&gt;- Radio Station: Kiss FM&lt;br /&gt;- Roll your tongue in a circle?: =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;- Song: Nothing yet.J`addore  Teairra Mari - Make her feel good&lt;br /&gt;- Shoe size: 37.5-38&lt;br /&gt;- Sushi: inca astept sa gust...&lt;br /&gt;- Skipped school: No&lt;br /&gt;- Slept outside: I guess so&lt;br /&gt;- Seen a dead body?: No and I don't want to.I meen...I saw but..OMG :&lt;br /&gt;- Smoked?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;- Skinny dipped?: nu&lt;br /&gt;- Shower daily?: DA!ofcourse&lt;br /&gt;- Sing well?: =)) I'm getting better :D&lt;br /&gt;- In the shower?: DAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;- Swear?: :"&gt; dap&lt;br /&gt;- Stuffed Animals?: nu&lt;br /&gt;- Single/Group dates: single&lt;br /&gt;- Strawberries/Blueberries: both&lt;br /&gt;- Scientists need to invent: o chestie cu care sa te poti intoarce in timp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;- Time for bed: depinde&lt;br /&gt;- Thunderstorms: cand eram mica ma panicam in timpul lor.&lt;br /&gt;- Touch your tongue to your nose?: nu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U&lt;br /&gt;- Unpredictable: nu cred&lt;br /&gt;- Under the influence?: nu&lt;br /&gt;- Understanding?: da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;- Vegetable you hate: pastaile&lt;br /&gt;- Vegetable you love: salaaaaaaaaaaaataaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;- Vacation spot: everywhere,if i'm with my  boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W&lt;br /&gt;- Weakness: hm... am si de astea&lt;br /&gt;- When you grow up: I will be famous,I`ll be a star,I'll play in movies =)))&lt;br /&gt;- Which one of your friends acts the most like you: Toate trei veveritele,most of timeee&lt;br /&gt;- Who makes you laugh the most: Iub`,Ai mei,Simonetta&lt;br /&gt;- Worst feeling: pain&lt;br /&gt;- Wanted to be a model?: Nu&lt;br /&gt;- Where do we go when we die: Cred ca sufletul nostru o ia de la capat...&lt;br /&gt;- Worst weather: snow storms!&lt;br /&gt;- Walk with a book on your head?: cand eram mica cred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;br /&gt;- X-Rays: numa' bine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y&lt;br /&gt;-Year it is now: 2009&lt;br /&gt;-Yellow: Peeeeeeeeee! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z&lt;br /&gt;- Zoo animal: Tiger?!&lt;br /&gt;- Zodiac sign: Gemini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST PERSON WHO…&lt;br /&gt;1. Slept in a bed beside you?: Mama,Iub`,Simonetta&lt;br /&gt;2. Last person to see you cry?: Iub`,Simonetta,Anda,Gabi,Ai mei.&lt;br /&gt;3. Went to the movies with you?: Iub` si Simonetta&lt;br /&gt;4. You went to the mall with?: My parents&lt;br /&gt;5. You went to dinner with?: Mom,Iub`,Simonetta&lt;br /&gt;6. You talked to on the phone?: Daddy,Mom,Boo,Friends&lt;br /&gt;7. Made you laugh?: Everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's over! Mai departe..care mai doreste,care mai pofteste : ) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516847327315693737-5999648587991847430?l=unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/feeds/5999648587991847430/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516847327315693737&amp;postID=5999648587991847430' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default/5999648587991847430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default/5999648587991847430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/2009/05/leapsa-alfabetica.html' title='Leapsa &quot;Alfabetica&quot;'/><author><name>SweetEscape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055177394012228804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/ShgWRFqLJDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AfJUtFtnw8Y/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516847327315693737.post-564020265202789244</id><published>2009-05-23T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T05:12:16.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inca o leapsa...</title><content type='html'>Avand in vedere ca sunt cam foarte plictisita,hai inca o leapsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cel mai bun prieten: Andrei&lt;br /&gt;Cea mai buna prietena: Simonetta&lt;br /&gt;Grup / secta din care faci parte: &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;Trouble crew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Educatie: Alexandru-Odobescu&lt;br /&gt;Varsta:17 ani&lt;br /&gt;Ocupatie: eleva&lt;br /&gt;Gen de muzica: r'n'b,hip-hop,punk-rock&lt;br /&gt;Gen de filme: comedie,animatii,romantic&lt;br /&gt;Formatia preferata:Mai multe...&lt;br /&gt;Film preferat: Strania poveste a lui Benjamin Button,respectiv Slumdog Millionaire&lt;br /&gt;Religie: crestin-ortodox&lt;br /&gt;Interese/aspiratii: jurnalism,psihologie,muzica,dans,teatru(actorie),drept.&lt;br /&gt;Urasti sa: plescaie sau sa sforaie cineva.&lt;br /&gt;Iti place sa: Citesc,Scriu,Cant,Dansez,Joc,Discut,Ascult,Ajut.Vorbesc,Zambesc,Visez,Tac. : )&lt;br /&gt;Daca ai putea, ai: calatori pe tot Globul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai departe...cine vrea leapsa...copy/paste,haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516847327315693737-564020265202789244?l=unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/feeds/564020265202789244/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516847327315693737&amp;postID=564020265202789244' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default/564020265202789244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default/564020265202789244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/2009/05/inca-o-leapsa.html' title='Inca o leapsa...'/><author><name>SweetEscape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055177394012228804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/ShgWRFqLJDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AfJUtFtnw8Y/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516847327315693737.post-3267144990367145307</id><published>2009-05-23T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T04:52:43.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa "muzicala".</title><content type='html'>Leapsa luata dupa un blog oarecare : ) So here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesnt make sense.&lt;br /&gt;NO CHEATING! give your own comments on how it relates to the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How are you feeling today? Vama veche-17 ani..infinit : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Will you get far in life? Queen-We are the champions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How do your friends see you? Teairra Mari-Make her feel good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Will you get married? Ovidiu Comornic-Esti mireasa vietii mele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your best friend’s theme? Anda Adam-Punani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is the story of your life? Demi Lovato-This is me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What was high school like? Camp rock soundtrack-We rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. How can you get ahead in life? Vama Veche-Epilog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is the best thing about your friends?Michael Jackson-They don't really care about us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is in store for this weekend? &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;Alanis Morissette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; - Uninvited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What song describes you? Rihanna-A girl like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. To describe your grandparents? Michael Jackson-childhood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. How is your life going? Christina Aguilera-Fighter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What song will they play at your funeral? Danity Kane-Stay with me(OMG:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. How does the world see you? Selena Gomez-Tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Will you have a happy life? Christina Aguilera-I'm not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do people secretly lust after you? &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;Scorpions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; - Fly to the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How can I make myself happy? Vama veche-Vara asta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What should you do with your life? &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;Drew seeley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; feat Selena Gomez - New classic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lacaiverzipepereti.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leapsa merge mai departe catre Diem,Corina,Lori si Edi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516847327315693737-3267144990367145307?l=unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/feeds/3267144990367145307/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516847327315693737&amp;postID=3267144990367145307' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default/3267144990367145307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default/3267144990367145307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/2009/05/leapsa.html' title='Leapsa &quot;muzicala&quot;.'/><author><name>SweetEscape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055177394012228804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/ShgWRFqLJDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AfJUtFtnw8Y/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516847327315693737.post-8900321021164099608</id><published>2009-05-22T15:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T15:21:02.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ai 17,zambeste !! : )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/Shci4VwbYYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/tpRRk0mJHXU/s1600-h/DSCF2757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 204px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/Shci4VwbYYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/tpRRk0mJHXU/s400/DSCF2757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338774234579296642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;17 ani, baierame, timiditate, inceput,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Saliva, buze, rasuflare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Noapte alba, lacul tei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Ciorapi de dama, suferinta,fotografie, ramas-bun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Disperare, hohote de ras, politie, rasarit, metrou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Prietenie, plaja, foc, dragoste, putere, tinerete, fum,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Iubire, amintire, val, nepasare, lupta, orgasm ideal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;17 mii, pahar, tigara, camin, speranta, asternut,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Betie, cantec, ignoranta, ruscas, nisip, gara de nord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Carte de munca, libertate, urlet, rana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Scarba, mila, lasitate, orgoliu, furie, nedreptate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Mizerie, otrava, rautate, violenta, sange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Succesc, povara, somnifer, avutie, aer, secunda, ger,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Invidie, depravare, nerabdare, goana, depresie, mal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Delfini, lumina, orizont, liniste, furtuna, despartire, somn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Albastru, cersetor, destin, ratacire, suflet, coroana, chin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Uitare, lacrima, copil, oboseala, tremur, prevestrire, har,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Speranta, judecata, scrum,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Asteptare, zambet, credinta, drum,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Destertaciune, stele, foc,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Intuneric, inger, nemurire, nimic,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Calatorie, univers, molecula, dor, infïnït…&lt;/span&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/1516847327315693737-8900321021164099608?l=unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/feeds/8900321021164099608/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516847327315693737&amp;postID=8900321021164099608' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default/8900321021164099608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default/8900321021164099608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/2009/05/ai-17zambeste.html' title='Ai 17,zambeste !! : )'/><author><name>SweetEscape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055177394012228804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/ShgWRFqLJDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AfJUtFtnw8Y/S220/4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/Shci4VwbYYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/tpRRk0mJHXU/s72-c/DSCF2757.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516847327315693737.post-5249869645615342231</id><published>2009-05-22T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T15:08:11.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prietenia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/ShciMnh1WRI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9bpz3NqUWCs/s1600-h/DSCF2789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 371px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/ShciMnh1WRI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9bpz3NqUWCs/s400/DSCF2789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338773483435677970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Tu stii ce inseamna cu adevarat un prieten si mai ales,&lt;br /&gt;stii cine este prietenul tau cel mai bun? Stii ce inseamna prietenia si cum sa-ti faci noi prieteni? Pe langa familie, prietenii se numara printre cele mai importante persoane din viata noastra.&lt;br /&gt;Prietenia este un sanctuar in care ne simtim in siguranta atunci cand intreaga lume ni se pare inospitaliera. A avea prieteni care sa ne sprijine si sa ne ajute atunci cand ne este greu este, in mod cert, o binecuvantare pentru fiecare dintre noi.&lt;br /&gt;Un adevarat prieten este acea persoana care te accepta asa cum esti si te pretuieste fara sa aiba pretentia de a obtine beneficii din partea ta. Un prieten adevarat se bucura alaturi de tine atunci cand ai succes si nu te critica atunci cand gresesti.&lt;br /&gt;In functie de personalitatea noastra reusim mai usor sau mai greu sa ne facem prieteni. Unele persoane pot fi inconjurate de zeci de prieteni, iar altele pot avea doar trei, patru persoane care-i sunt mereu aproape. Numarul prietenilor nu conteaza atata timp cat poti spune despre ei ca iti sunt “cei mai buni prieteni”.&lt;br /&gt;Prietenia nu inseamna ca trebuie sa faci mereu ceva bun pentru prietenul tau, ci aceasta implica daruire, intelegere, acceptare, suport dar si responsabilitate. Cand cineva te alege ca prieten dintre miile de oameni care-i sunt in jur, inseamna ca are incredere in tine si stie ca se poate baza pe tine in orice situatie.&lt;br /&gt;Acum intreaba-te daca tu esti o prietena buna si daca cineva te considera “cea mai buna prietena”. Tu iti ajuti prietenii sa fie persoane mai bune si esti alaturi de ei atunci cand au nevoie de tine? Ei fac acelasi lucru pentru tine? Sunt sigura ca raspunsurile la intrebarile de mai sus sunt toate pozitive.&lt;br /&gt;Tipurile de prietenii pe care le formam cu alte persoane difera foarte mult in functie de personalitatea noastra, deoarece putem fi persoane foarte sociabile (si avem foarte multi prieteni) sau mai timide (si sa avem prieteni mai putini). Dar, asa cum am mai spus, calitatea relatiei de prietenie este mult mai importanta decat numarul prietenilor.&lt;br /&gt;Acum mai trebuie sa stii ca unele prietenii dureaza o viata, altele doar o perioada scurta de timp. O sa pierzi si o sa castigi prieteni de-a lungul vietii, insa nu uita sa-i pretuiesti pe toti la fel de mult. Intotdeauna vei avea nevoie sa-ti fie cineva alaturi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516847327315693737-5249869645615342231?l=unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/feeds/5249869645615342231/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516847327315693737&amp;postID=5249869645615342231' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default/5249869645615342231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default/5249869645615342231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/2009/05/prietenia.html' title='Prietenia.'/><author><name>SweetEscape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055177394012228804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/ShgWRFqLJDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AfJUtFtnw8Y/S220/4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/ShciMnh1WRI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9bpz3NqUWCs/s72-c/DSCF2789.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516847327315693737.post-1539268588872076099</id><published>2009-05-21T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:19:19.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inchipuie-ti ca prietenia s-a fumat, si-acum a ramas doar scrum.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nimic nou,si nimic vechi.&lt;br /&gt;Vezi tu,chestia asta cu prieteniile e deja expirata.&lt;br /&gt;Si pe mine..&lt;br /&gt;Ce pot sa zic,deja nu ma mai doare : )&lt;br /&gt;Timpul trece,&lt;br /&gt;Oameni vin si pleaca,&lt;br /&gt;Se formeaza prietenii noi&lt;br /&gt;si se termina altele,&lt;br /&gt;Si sirul ar putea continua.&lt;br /&gt;Doar pentru ca eu sunt dificila,&lt;br /&gt;Doar pentru ca eu ma enervez din orice,&lt;br /&gt;Doar pentru ca eu injur pe moment cat pot de mult,&lt;br /&gt;Doar pentru ca mi-i vars pe altii (nervii)&lt;br /&gt;Asta nu inseamna ca sunt rea.&lt;br /&gt;: )&lt;br /&gt;Asta sunt,&lt;br /&gt;cui ii convine bine,cui nu NU.&lt;br /&gt;Si uite problema asta..&lt;br /&gt;Cu colegele mele.&lt;br /&gt;Frate ok,am fost certate atata timp,nu ne-am vorbit,&lt;br /&gt;ne atacam reciproc,&lt;br /&gt;si-asa mai departe..&lt;br /&gt;Dar noi nu putem trece peste o persoana fara sa vorbim,&lt;br /&gt;fara sa schitam un zambet macar.&lt;br /&gt;NU.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca noi nu suntem dusmanoase,&lt;br /&gt;noi nu URAM,&lt;br /&gt;si mai ales..&lt;br /&gt;noi nu "ducem cu vorba" pe altii.&lt;br /&gt;Sincer acum.&lt;br /&gt;Ce rost ar avea?&lt;br /&gt;Ati inceput toti cu "vaaaaiii,v-ati impacat?(emoticon shocat)".&lt;br /&gt;Da ma.&lt;br /&gt;Ne-am impacat.&lt;br /&gt;Si poate ca ne vom mai ciondani o groaza pe viitor,&lt;br /&gt;dar in final tot ne impacam.&lt;br /&gt;Si care e problema?&lt;br /&gt;Care e problema voastra?&lt;br /&gt;Ce nu va convine?&lt;br /&gt;Sau trebuie sa aveti subiecte de barfa,tatelor?: )&lt;br /&gt;Eh,&lt;br /&gt;Chiar va rog.&lt;br /&gt;De fapt va rugam.&lt;br /&gt;Continuati voi cu barfa si cu vorbele voastre scoase,&lt;br /&gt;Pe noi nu ne misca.&lt;br /&gt;Ohoho.&lt;br /&gt;Si inca cate s-au scos si se vor mai scoate.&lt;br /&gt;Tine-ti minte:&lt;br /&gt;Un cerc de prieteni nu se face cu compasul : )&lt;br /&gt;Si nu ma cred cine stie ce filozoafa,&lt;br /&gt;mare desteapta,&lt;br /&gt;pur si simplu,stau si ma intreb&lt;br /&gt;cand mama dracu' veti deschide si voi ochii&lt;br /&gt;sa realizati ca nu tot ce zboara se mananca&lt;br /&gt;si ca&lt;br /&gt;asta e lumea REALA fratilor : )&lt;br /&gt;R-E-A-L-A.&lt;br /&gt;Intelegeti voi?&lt;br /&gt;: )&lt;br /&gt;Atat momentan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&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/1516847327315693737-1539268588872076099?l=unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/feeds/1539268588872076099/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516847327315693737&amp;postID=1539268588872076099' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default/1539268588872076099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default/1539268588872076099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/2009/05/inchipuie-ti-ca-prietenia-s-fumat-si.html' title='Inchipuie-ti ca prietenia s-a fumat, si-acum a ramas doar scrum.'/><author><name>SweetEscape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055177394012228804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/ShgWRFqLJDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AfJUtFtnw8Y/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516847327315693737.post-757242141313522642</id><published>2009-05-21T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:08:53.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stiinte sociale.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stiinte sociale&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt un grup de discipline academice care studiaza aspectele umane ale lumii.&lt;br /&gt;Ele se deosebesc de &lt;a href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Art%C4%83" title="Art&amp;abreve;"&gt;arta&lt;/a&gt; deoarece folosesc &lt;a href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metoda_%C5%9Ftiin%C5%A3ific%C4%83" title="Metoda &amp;scedil;tiin&amp;tcedil;ific&amp;abreve;" class="mw-redirect"&gt;metoda stiintifica &lt;/a&gt;în studiul umanitatii,&lt;br /&gt;inclusiv metode calitative si cantitative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                                                                            "bibliografie"-Wikipedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;De mentionat:&lt;br /&gt;Nu voi scrie acest post pentru ca "ne-am atacat" sau alte chestii de acest gen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tot comenteaza pe acest subiect cum ca am fi cea mai proasta clasa din liceu,ca am avea numai manelisti si nespalati in jur&lt;br /&gt;si-asa mai departe.&lt;br /&gt;A.&lt;br /&gt;Si da.&lt;br /&gt;Ca am zis eu ca suntem cea mai buna clasa din liceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GRESIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;O profesoara la ora ne-a spus cum ca noi am fi cea mai buna clasa,&lt;br /&gt;ca de fapt fiecare e "buna" in felul ei,&lt;br /&gt;dar ca noi suntem ok blablabla...&lt;br /&gt;Uhm.ok.&lt;br /&gt;De la a spune pana la a face e maareee,dar maaaaaree diferenta : )&lt;br /&gt;Dragilor,chiar nu va inteleg de ce va consumati&lt;br /&gt;si de ce stati sa analizati totul in jurul vostru,&lt;br /&gt;desi,recunosc,uneori e chiar caterinca,&lt;br /&gt;dar frate,ok,asta nu inseamna ca trebuie sa va considerati cei mai destepti,&lt;br /&gt;cei mai buni,&lt;br /&gt;CEI-MAI-CEI&lt;br /&gt;intr-un cuvant : )&lt;br /&gt;In fine, e problema voastra,parerea mea e ca fiecare profil e bun in felul lui,&lt;br /&gt;adica eu care sunt afona la matematica nu ma puteam duce la mate-info&lt;br /&gt;sau "x"-ulescu care e paralel cu chimia sa se duca la Stiintele-Naturii&lt;br /&gt;etc.&lt;br /&gt;: )&lt;br /&gt;Si imi pare rau.&lt;br /&gt;Imi pare rau ca multi am fost colegi ani de zile,&lt;br /&gt;inca de la gradinita chiar&lt;br /&gt;si acum am inceput sa ne injuram,sa ne barfim,&lt;br /&gt;chiar sa nu ne mai uitam unul la altul.&lt;br /&gt;E urat.&lt;br /&gt;Treaba voastra,dar chiar nu e frumos.&lt;br /&gt;Cine stie ce s-o mai comenta dupa post-ul asta..&lt;br /&gt;In fine.&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Got a problem?Solve it.&lt;br /&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/1516847327315693737-757242141313522642?l=unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/ShgWRFqLJDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AfJUtFtnw8Y/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516847327315693737.post-7840979372685325474</id><published>2009-05-16T18:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T18:29:47.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E 4:29 (:|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516847327315693737-7840979372685325474?l=unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/feeds/7840979372685325474/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516847327315693737&amp;postID=7840979372685325474' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default/7840979372685325474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default/7840979372685325474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-429.html' title=''/><author><name>SweetEscape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055177394012228804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/ShgWRFqLJDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AfJUtFtnw8Y/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516847327315693737.post-2779936796921357266</id><published>2009-05-16T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T17:22:13.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh God..Not again..</title><content type='html'>E 3:15.Adica ma rog,era 3:15 cand am inceput sa tastez.Ma dor buricele degetelor de la porcaria aia de patratel de la laptop,in fine.Ideea e ca am din nou una din serile alea in care nu pot dormi de frica sau oboseala sau mai stiu eu ce + ca saptamana asta am avut cam multe cosmaruri,maine..la 3 dimineata pleaca tata,adica luni la 3 dimineata (sad face).&lt;br /&gt;          Aiurea...&lt;br /&gt;          Ochii ma implora sa trag pe dreapta dar acei cativa neuroni nu imi dau cale libera..E trist si urat in acelasi timp,sa stau singura in camera asta "incinsa",pentru ca este extrem de cald si sa astept primele raze de soare sa-mi atinga tenul.Sa astept primul lui telefon de "`neata".Si tot asa...&lt;br /&gt;         Insa nu-mi pot lua gandul de la tata..De ce a trebuit sa plece chiar acum?De ce?O sa fie cea mai aiurea aniversare de 17 ani..Chestia e ca am atatea chestii amestecate in cap de la oboseala,incat incep sa deviez din nou si sa o iau pe langa drum,sunt obosita bata-ma vina!&lt;br /&gt;       Ma opresc aici momentan,inainte de a scrie alte porcarii.&lt;br /&gt;           Sunt praf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516847327315693737-2779936796921357266?l=unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/feeds/2779936796921357266/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516847327315693737&amp;postID=2779936796921357266' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default/2779936796921357266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default/2779936796921357266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-godnot-again.html' title='Oh God..Not again..'/><author><name>SweetEscape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055177394012228804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/ShgWRFqLJDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AfJUtFtnw8Y/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516847327315693737.post-567068151445208876</id><published>2009-05-13T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T13:29:17.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O-BO-SEA-LA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Asta e cuvantul.Pur si simplu, "ma simt la capatul puterilor" e mult prea exagerat.Mult prea mult.Ma simt asa..aiurea : )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adica e prima oara cand abia astept vacanta,chiar vorbeam cu Lori,nu sunt(em) singura(ele) persoana(e) care spun aceleasi lucruri,adica frate,parca s-au adunat mult prea multe anul asta,si inca se aduna..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Devii frustrata,te enervezi din orice "chichita",acum razi,peste 2 minute intri in depresii,e ciu-dat.Ciudat.Da.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hm..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In fine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acum am sa vorbesc cu el..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si am sa ma bag la somn..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seara trecuta n-am dormit,sper sa se intample "minunea" de a ma odihni in aceasta noapte,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maine am teza la geografie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NU am invatat,NU am vrut,NU am putut,NU m-am simtit in stare.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Situatia e destul de naspa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eh,o sa fie bine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somn usor (mie,am luat-o si razna,lol).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Vreau sa traiesc cu gandul ca maine e maine,stii, Si sper sa treaca mai repede ca azi, Ma p*s pe ea de zi  .."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516847327315693737-567068151445208876?l=unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/feeds/567068151445208876/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/ShgWRFqLJDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AfJUtFtnw8Y/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516847327315693737.post-7595106093670992828</id><published>2009-05-13T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T06:27:46.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/SgrJ7ZCZseI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Jmlg3aEyyho/s1600-h/DSCF2560-crop.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335298730744197602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/SgrJ7ZCZseI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Jmlg3aEyyho/s400/DSCF2560-crop.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Era necesar sa-l pun.Nu m-am putut abtine. (imi scot in evidenta dintii prin zambetul meu tampit ca acel emoticon de la mess)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ily &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/1516847327315693737-7595106093670992828?l=unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/feeds/7595106093670992828/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516847327315693737&amp;postID=7595106093670992828' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default/7595106093670992828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default/7595106093670992828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/2009/05/era-necesar-sa-l-pun.html' title=''/><author><name>SweetEscape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055177394012228804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/ShgWRFqLJDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AfJUtFtnw8Y/S220/4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/SgrJ7ZCZseI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Jmlg3aEyyho/s72-c/DSCF2560-crop.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516847327315693737.post-5462031374823302239</id><published>2009-05-13T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T06:22:44.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pe fuga.</title><content type='html'>Da.pai..&lt;br /&gt;Am inceput si eu sa citesc cartile din seria "Amurg" si sunt chiar tari.&lt;br /&gt;Chiar super tari.&lt;br /&gt;Am citit "Dictionar pentru indragostiti" pe care O RECOMAND!!!&lt;br /&gt;Deci e superba cartea.&lt;br /&gt;Pur si simplu,razi singur/a ca nebuna,&lt;br /&gt;Are tot: dragoste,drama,joaca,scoala,sentimente TOT! (inimioara)&lt;br /&gt;Asa...Am avut si noi cateva "inspectii",am dat deja o teza,urmeaza alta,maine,la geografie,&lt;br /&gt;vinerea viitoare (de ziua mea),la romana si pe 28 la engleza (nu stiu sigur cand cade).&lt;br /&gt;Mdaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;Siiiiiii abia astept sa treaca anul asta,sa numai facem fizica,mate,chimie si alte materii cu care noi nu avem si nici nu vrem sa avem vreo legaturaaaaaaaaa,deeeciii mediile vor creste foarte frumos incepand cu anul urmatoooorrrr...&lt;br /&gt;Siiiiiiiiiiiii pe 12 am facut 6 luni cu iubitul meeeuuuu (inimioare,inimioare,inimioaaareeeeee)&lt;br /&gt;Si sunt cea mai foarte fericitaaaaaaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;Iti multumesc pentru ca faci fiecare clipa sa fie unica in felul ei (inimioare,inimioare,inimioare,inimioare,inimioaaaareeeeee)&lt;br /&gt;Siiiiiiiii ma bucur ca am inceput sa ne intelegem mai bine...noi...&lt;br /&gt;Colegele : )&lt;br /&gt;Adica cu Double A (Andrelele),Cocutsa ,cu Adelina oricum ne intelegeammm,dar oricum incept sa ma repettttt in fine nu conteazaaaa sunt mult prea bine dispusaaaa,hahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;Si da,chiar ma bucur,sper sa numai existe chestii de genul celor ce au existat pana acum...&lt;br /&gt;Of.&lt;br /&gt;Si da.&lt;br /&gt;Mai e putin pana pe 22.Nu pot sa cred.&lt;br /&gt;A,da.Mi-au venit toate hainele odata (comenzile),asa ca m-au aglomerat cam urat,am avut ceva de plata,dar am rezolvat-o cu mama si nu-mi mai ia cadou de ziua mea,dar oricum consider o parte din haine cadou,asa ca nu se puneeeeee...oricum acei pantofi ("am apa in gura") trebuiesc neaparat cumparati de Cosminaaaaa,dadadaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa .&lt;br /&gt;Si au inceput iar fetite d-alea penibile de tzatza(scuzati expresia) pe plictisitorul pe hi5 sa se considere perfecte si unice (ma prapadesc pe jos de ras) si sa comenteze la pozele tuturor,vai-de-capul-meu.&lt;br /&gt;A-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;Si da.&lt;br /&gt;Deci cam asta e momentan.&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu cand voi mai scrie.&lt;br /&gt;Cand voi mai avea timp.&lt;br /&gt;Sau chef.&lt;br /&gt;Sau timp.&lt;br /&gt;Ma rog.&lt;br /&gt;Probabil dupa teze?&lt;br /&gt;Hm?&lt;br /&gt;Sau la 00:00 pe data de 22 mai?&lt;br /&gt;hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of.&lt;br /&gt;Sfarsit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516847327315693737-5462031374823302239?l=unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/feeds/5462031374823302239/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516847327315693737&amp;postID=5462031374823302239' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default/5462031374823302239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default/5462031374823302239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/2009/05/pe-fuga.html' title='Pe fuga.'/><author><name>SweetEscape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055177394012228804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/ShgWRFqLJDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AfJUtFtnw8Y/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516847327315693737.post-6523575669592697145</id><published>2009-05-09T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T10:55:05.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In lucruri simple ma regasesc..si cand zambesc,si cand traiesc..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Emotii.Respiratie taiata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';color:red;"&gt;Nesiguranta.Gand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';color:red;"&gt;Vis.Frica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';color:red;"&gt;Pesimism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';color:red;"&gt;Durere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Eram acolo,intre ei si totusi nu ma vedeam.Nu ma simteam.Si totusi existam.Existam fizic.Psihic eram in partea aia de pesimism a mea.In lumea aia intunecata.Lumea aia unde se iveste o luminita mica la capat si incerc din rasputeri s-o ajung,dar parca alerg in gol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';color:black;"&gt;Tremura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';color:black;"&gt;Ea tremura si avea ganduri negre.Sau hai,poate ca nu erau negre,dar toturi aveau o tenta de gri.Si stii,ea isi dorea intr-adevar.Isi dorea sa "rupa" tot,insa ceva o retinea.Nu stiu,acel ceva care o facea sa dea inapoi,increderea in ea scadea din ce in ce mai mult,pulsul crestea si tot asa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';color:black;"&gt;Se duce la cea mai apropiata fereastra.Priveste lumea "de sus",trage aer adanc in piept,si se roaga.Da,suna ciudat,poate nebunie,dar se roaga.Spune in gand de multe ori "Tatal Nostru" si se roaga pentru ea.Dar emotiile o cuprindeau cu fiecare secunda,cu fiecare persoana ce ocupa cate un loc in sala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';color:black;"&gt;Simtea ca pana acolo i-a fost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';color:black;"&gt;Nu stiu de ce.Si nu stiu de ce vorbesc la persoana a III-a despre mine.Adica suna mai "special" (hahaha,wtf?) ,in fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';color:black;"&gt;Ideea e ca am avut extrem de multe emotii.Si boala asta a lor ma cuprindeau cu fiecare secunda.Am trecut insa peste "chestiile" dificile cu ajutorul Elenei (Iti multumesc!),sotia lui Bogdan Tascau,adica "Domnul Problema",care este o persoana deosebita,nu am cuvinte,e superba!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';color:black;"&gt;A sosit clipa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';color:black;"&gt;Mica introducere,mana imi tremura incet pe microfonul rece si negru,"inmanat" de Cristina Cioran (foarte,foarte de gashca tipa,mi-am schimbat radical impresia despre ea dupa ce am iesit in Parcul Carol la un Frappe` cu restul).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';color:black;"&gt;Toti ma priveau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';color:black;"&gt;Nu stiu,e un sentiment superb,nici nu pot spune ce simteam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';color:black;"&gt;Un amestec de fericire,daruire,atentie,ambitie.Nu stiu..Chiar nu stiu ce sa zic,ce sa povestesc,ce momente.Sunt multe de zis,dar nu le pot exprima.Nu pot din cauza entuziasmului.Din cauza fericirii."Fericirii Supreme".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';color:black;"&gt;Scena pentru mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';color:black;"&gt;Locul meu de joaca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';color:black;"&gt;Propriul meu film.Propria mea piesa.Propria mea...fiinta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';color:black;"&gt;Acolo,si doar acolo,ma simt EU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';color:black;"&gt;Nu stiu,ca sa spun asa...nu pe scurt,nu in incheiere,nu nimic.Doar ca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';color:black;"&gt;Ma simt oarecum implinita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Iubesc.Invatz.Ascult.Ma enervez.Visez.Tremur.Transmit.Zambesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334249847799283698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/SgcP-XlB__I/AAAAAAAAAH4/vItKhxYx-jw/s400/asd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';color:black;"&gt;Poate ca viata nu e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;roz&lt;/span&gt;,dar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;turquoise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;da. : )&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/1516847327315693737-6523575669592697145?l=unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/feeds/6523575669592697145/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516847327315693737&amp;postID=6523575669592697145' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default/6523575669592697145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default/6523575669592697145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-lucruri-simple-ma-regasescsi-cand.html' title='In lucruri simple ma regasesc..si cand zambesc,si cand traiesc..'/><author><name>SweetEscape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055177394012228804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/ShgWRFqLJDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AfJUtFtnw8Y/S220/4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/SgcP-XlB__I/AAAAAAAAAH4/vItKhxYx-jw/s72-c/asd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516847327315693737.post-7363763936063088551</id><published>2009-05-02T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T22:33:00.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toti suntem nemuritori,dar trebuie sa murim intai.-Mircea Eliade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/SfwdbaeDgnI/AAAAAAAAAHI/_FgceRVp9Yw/s1600-h/DSCF2204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331168415698879090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/SfwdbaeDgnI/AAAAAAAAAHI/_FgceRVp9Yw/s400/DSCF2204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sunt un copil, care nu ştie spune decât Adevărul.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt un fluture, aşezat să se odihnească pe o frunză de Tăcere.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt o stea, luminând tainic Sufletele oamenilor în nopţile senine.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt o atingere, o legătură subtilă, dincolo de Timp şi Spaţiu.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt un peştişor, care înoată lin în oceanul Graţiei Divine.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt un copac, ale cărui crengi au înflorit de Fericire.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt o culoare, radiind frumuseţe într-o simfonie de Lumină.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt o prăjitură mică, pe bogata masă a Ospăţului Divin.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt un gând, angrenat într-un fabulos Dans Cosmic fără de sfârşit.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt o secundă, o părticică din Timpul trecător, dar care e mereu Prezent.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt un spic de grâu, contemplând lanul infinit al Iubirii Divine.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt o lacrimă de cristal, vibrând de Iubire la orice atingere.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt un fir de nisip, îmbătat de razele pline de căldură ale cunoaşterii de Sine.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt un boboc de raţă, care deschide ochii pentru prima dată, pentru a vedea Lumea.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt un munte, observând nemişcat cum totul în jur e scăldat într-o misterioasă şi calmă Beatitudine.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt o floare, care creşte şi înfloreşte indiferent de anotimp.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt un nufăr, ale cărui petale deschise oferă oricui drumul spre Sufletul meu.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt un moment de linişte, care se contopeşte cu Infinitul.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt o steluţă, care încălzeşte locurile unde Soarele nu poate ajunge.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt un răsărit de soare, o clipă din eternul Joc Divin.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt o zână, aşa cum doar copii ştiu să le viseze.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt o adiere răcoroasă, în amiaza unei zile toride de vară.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt un cuvânt, care stă pe buzele tuturor, abia aşteptând să fie rostit.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt o buburuză, care se plimbă agale printre firele de Viaţă.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt o piatră de râu, mângâiată de curgerea neîntreruptă a apei, o mică fărâmă din Perfecţiunea Divină.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt un fir de praf, purtat pe căi nebănuite prin Univers de vânturile stelare.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt o umbră, care înveleşte pământul cu Iubire, ca o haină groasă pe timp de iarnă.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt un pescăruş, plutind peste ţărmul nemuririi Sufletului.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt o oglindă în care, dacă ştii cum să te uiţi, poţi vedea Totul.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt o privire blândă, ca acelea pe care doar Mama ţi le poate oferi.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt o picătură de ploaie, într-o furtună de Iubire.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt un ecou vibrând, ce se aude neîncetat în adâncul Inimii.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt o şoaptă, pe care o poţi auzi dacă alergi desculţ pe un câmp cu flori şi apoi te opresti şi atingi uşor cerul înstelat al Nopţii.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt un parfum, care înveleşte suav râsetele copiilor.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt o ceaţă albă, lăptoasă, din care parcă mai lipseşte puţină Miere.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt un cântec, ale cărui note sunt fulgi de nea ce se aştern peste sufletul Tău.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt un fulg de păpădie, care tremură la atingerea pielii Tale.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt o voce stinsă, care Te învăluie cu şoaptele ei în timp ce dormi.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt o flacără, care se ascunde în ochii Tăi atunci când zâmbeşti.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt o chitară, care la auzul numelui Tău vibrează.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt un sărut, care se topeşte de căldura Ta, atunci când cuvintele sunt de prisos.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt o pană, pe aripa Ta de înger.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt un fior, care Te cuprinde atunci când înveţi să zbori pentru prima oară.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt un strop de apă, ce se scaldă în imensitatea Fiinţei Tale.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt Tu!&lt;br /&gt;Sunt.&lt;br /&gt;Aici şi acum.&lt;br /&gt;Şi Te Iubesc!&lt;br /&gt;Tu cine eşti?&lt;/span&gt;&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/1516847327315693737-7363763936063088551?l=unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/feeds/7363763936063088551/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516847327315693737&amp;postID=7363763936063088551' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default/7363763936063088551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default/7363763936063088551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/2009/05/toti-suntem-nemuritoridar-trebuie-sa.html' title='Toti suntem nemuritori,dar trebuie sa murim intai.-Mircea Eliade'/><author><name>SweetEscape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055177394012228804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/ShgWRFqLJDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AfJUtFtnw8Y/S220/4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/SfwdbaeDgnI/AAAAAAAAAHI/_FgceRVp9Yw/s72-c/DSCF2204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516847327315693737.post-6375304634082626462</id><published>2009-05-02T02:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T03:09:50.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cine sunt eu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/SfwU6yMjBII/AAAAAAAAAHA/akKbWkyugwM/s1600-h/DSCF2205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331159059039192194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/SfwU6yMjBII/AAAAAAAAAHA/akKbWkyugwM/s400/DSCF2205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cine sunt eu? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Un punct minuscul in aceasta lume, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ca o stea printre milioane de alte stele.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Un suflet printre milioane de alte suflete.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O fiinta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Un om cu sentimente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am si eu povestea mea ca toata lumea,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Iar cand eu nu voi mai fii,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;O stea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;acolo,sus,in indepartatul si infinitul Univers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;va straluci pentru mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;in amintirea mea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;printre milioane de alte stele..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Stii,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu incerc sa fiu o fire vesela si optimista,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pentru a putea merge mai departe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cel putin incerc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cine sunt eu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; cum sunt eu?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;..sau pe unde voi fi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; cum voi fi?, cine voi fi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.....prea multe intrebari pt prezent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;…nu-i bine sa constientizez unde ma aflu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;caci ma dezamagesc, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;insa in acelasi timp,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; nu ma pot opri din a ma compara pe MINE cu cei din jur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;…ori mai bine zis PE CEI DIN JUR cu mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;......mai bine neg toate intrebarile si cu ochii inchisi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;necontientizand deci, voi ajunge UNDEVA…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Insa, in cine ma incred eu in drumul asta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; cand nu ma cunosc nici macar pe mine atat de bine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; incat sa ma indrept spre UNDEVA….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; …cea mai importanta persoana din viata mea voi fi EU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;…cand voi avea deosebita onoare de-a face cunostinta cu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MINE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Iei in deradere intrebarile adresate mie personal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Aha,tu care citesti postul in clipa asta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Te bufneste rasul,huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dar tu amice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ia intreaba-te pe sine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;si asterne-ti apoi pe o bucata de hartie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;gandurile si aspiratiile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dar nu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nu cele de moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cine esti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; ce te face pe tine fericit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; cine vrei sa fii, unde sa ajungi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;...stii?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;...dar ai tu oare in vedere ca sunt lucruri care nu tin in mod direct de tine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;desi pe tine te privesc in mod direct?…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Uneori,avem teninta a crede ca totul depinde de noi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dar avem dreptate oare?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Putem avea in vedere ca oamenii se schimba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Uneori radical,intr-adevar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Chiar si noi ne putem schimba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Intentionat sau nu,o facem,de multe ori insa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fara sa ne dam seama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Exista si posibilitatea de a da vina pe anumite fapte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fapte sau intamplari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;De frica...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Frica de ce?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Frica de noi sau de cei din jur?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;De ce ne-ar pasa de parerea celor din jur?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;De ce?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Toti spunem ca nu ne pasa,ca pot vorbi,povesti,crea basme si romane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Despre intreaga noastra viata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dar adevarul este,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ca desi ne batem cu pumnii in piept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ca suntem indiferenti si imuni la ce se spune despre noi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ne pasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ne pasa si ne doare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Desi nu recunoastem,pentru a face pe zmeii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sunt doar chestii pe care cu totii le stim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Le stim si-atat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu sunt doar adevarul..si adevarul nu minte : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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eu?'/><author><name>SweetEscape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055177394012228804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/ShgWRFqLJDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AfJUtFtnw8Y/S220/4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/SfwU6yMjBII/AAAAAAAAAHA/akKbWkyugwM/s72-c/DSCF2205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516847327315693737.post-8694346932379961064</id><published>2009-05-01T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T15:22:43.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Copilaria?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/SftyHugaKGI/AAAAAAAAAGA/sQCAhimyw8k/s1600-h/DSCF2203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330980060991727714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/SftyHugaKGI/AAAAAAAAAGA/sQCAhimyw8k/s400/DSCF2203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                        &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Copilaria? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Un loc unde aerul insusi e in aceelasi timp realitate si iluzie, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unde totul poate deveni instantaneu altceva. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unde imaginatia se imbina armonios cu cotidianul, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unde un copil estetizeaza prin inocenta tot ce-l inconjoara. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dar si acum...teoretic suntem copii/adolescenti...tot aia. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inca mai tragem de coada imaginatia, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;inca mai punem castile in urechi si visam la ziua de maine...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;inca mai plangem cand ne "loveste" cineva, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;inca mai radem unii de altii, uneori mai inventam, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unii dintre noi au prieteni imaginari. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inca ne permitem sa avem amprentele copilariei...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;inca ne permitem sa fim copii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330981965211698450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 349px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/Sftz2kR1BRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/wV4T-SD1Bis/s400/DSCF2213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                        &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Copilăria este un tărâm magic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;                            Nu ştim când şi unde începe şi nu ştim când şi unde se termină. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ne trezim doar că numai suntem copii, că am ieşit din copilărie, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;uneori fără să o fi trăit pe deplin... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Copilăria este o lume fermecată, duioasa, dulce, lină, în care orice se poate întâmpla. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Orice! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Este vârsta la care suntem cel mai aproape de Dumezeu si de toate tainele existenţei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ne putem întâlni oricând cu balaurul cu şapte capete, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;cu zgripţuroaica cea haină, putem fi vrăjitori, eroi din filme sau benzi desenate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;putem vizita orice loc din lume cu ochii minţii şi să credem cu tărie că am fost acolo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;cu adevărat...&lt;br /&gt;Copilăria este singurul moment al vieţii în care trăim totul la maximă intensitate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;În care plângem şi râdem în aceeaşi zi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;în care ne supărăm şi iertăm după câteva momente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;în care suntem singuri şi totodată cu toată lumea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Apoi, pe măsură ce trec anii, pe măsură ce ne maturizăm, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;nebunia si exuberanţa copilăriei dispar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Devenim mai serioşi, zâmbim mai puţin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;nu ne mai bucurăm de orice nimic care ni se oferă, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;avem gusturi, pretenţii rafinate... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nu mai credem în magie, nu mai credem in Moş Crăciun şi in sacul său plin cu jucării, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;nu mai credem că mama şi tata sunt cei mai extraordinari părinţi din lumea asta... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nu mai iubim cu detaşare si pasiune,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;nu mai roşim atunci când greşim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;numai chiuim de bucurie atunci când cineva ne îndeplineşte o dorinţă mult aşteptată. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Când începe şi când se termină copilăria? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nu ştim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ştim doar că, la un moment dat, ne e ruşine să ne mai comportăm ca nişte copii. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Avem pretenţia şi dorim să fim trataţi ca adulţi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ca persoane pe deplin responsabile, mature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pierdem jocul, pierdem libertatea şi pierdem nemărginirea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Devenim sclavii propriilor nostre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;prejudecăţi şi autolimitări. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ar trebui ca măcar în suflete &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;să ramânem veşnic nişte copii...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330982800312225282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/Sft0nLRTzgI/AAAAAAAAAGY/4ml7Xruprtc/s400/DSCF2259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copilaria e o lume aparte; pentru noi o lume ciudata, fantastica, ireala, pentru cei ce fac parte din ea, dimpotriva, una reala si plina de armonie. - E. Herovanu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;P.S.: Te iubesc &lt;34567&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516847327315693737-8694346932379961064?l=unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/feeds/8694346932379961064/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516847327315693737&amp;postID=8694346932379961064' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default/8694346932379961064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default/8694346932379961064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/2009/05/copilaria.html' title='Copilaria?'/><author><name>SweetEscape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055177394012228804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/ShgWRFqLJDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AfJUtFtnw8Y/S220/4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/SftyHugaKGI/AAAAAAAAAGA/sQCAhimyw8k/s72-c/DSCF2203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516847327315693737.post-7538378299178943770</id><published>2009-04-30T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:12:57.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Devii o arma, te descarci silentios in interior, nu te desfaci pentru nimeni, tre' sa pari mereu superior.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/Sfohm5Qc7qI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2EwgTuU-VQg/s1600-h/3ab1bde292b18bf7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330610061034974882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/Sfohm5Qc7qI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2EwgTuU-VQg/s200/3ab1bde292b18bf7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dorinta.&lt;br /&gt;Poate ca asta e singurul cuvant care mi-a putut iesi din "buricele degetelor"acum.&lt;br /&gt;Un amalgan de sentimente ma cuprinde si nu ma lasa,nu vrea sa ma lase sa resimt acele sentimente...acele furnicaturi...acele emotii...acele clipe atata de..."frumos de obositoare"....&lt;br /&gt;Clipele alea cand iti simti ficatul pe parchet,3 coaste infipte in oglinda,cand poti traia aburii cu acel cutit al reusitei si sa incepi un nou capitol...cand transpiratia ti se scurge pe corp si oricat de obosit ai fii fost...nu te-ai fi oprit...pur si simplu nu ai fi facut-o...&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor.&lt;br /&gt;Mi`am pierdut umbra.&lt;br /&gt;M`am pierdut.&lt;br /&gt;Simt nevoia cateodata sa fiu doar eu cu mine..&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor sa simt cum curge prin vene.&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu,nu are rost sa continui asa,amagindu-ma si plangandu-mi de mila practic.&lt;br /&gt;Am un nod in gat.&lt;br /&gt;As da sa plang,dar nu.&lt;br /&gt;Nu are rost,sau poate ca da.&lt;br /&gt;Gresesc.&lt;br /&gt;Pe zi ce trece imi creez singura imagini negative,ajungandu0se astfel&lt;br /&gt;la tot felul de ..."actiuni" ce duc la certuri si alte chestii.&lt;br /&gt;Cateodata simt ca numai pot,ca pana aici mi-a fost,ca gata...it's over;&lt;br /&gt;Dar cateodata....&lt;br /&gt;Cateodata stiu si simt ca pot ajunge pana la capatul pamantului,simt ca nimeni si nimic nu ma va putea invinge vreodata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nimic nu e ceea ce pare...&lt;br /&gt;Simt nevoia sa ma eliberez de toate lucrurile negativiste adunate pe toata perioada si care se aduna in continuare.&lt;br /&gt;Ziua mea de nastere se apropie.&lt;br /&gt;Stii,cateodata abia asteptam perioada asta din an,de 22 mai,petrecere,prieteni,familie,rude...&lt;br /&gt;Dar...acest an...aceasta perioada parca a smuls din mine partea aia de entuziasm al unui copil tembel cu sute de vise,planuri scrise...Sa nu ai persoana cea mai importanta langa tine,ci la sute de mii de kilometrii distanta e cea mai mare durere posibila...&lt;br /&gt;Lacrimile-mi calca din nou masca asta ce-o port pe post de chip.&lt;br /&gt;Melodiile curg din mp4`n casti ca o mare de vise desprinse de suflet...&lt;br /&gt;Am o inima cu ploaie si un suflet cu epiderma decolorata..&lt;br /&gt;"I feel so lonley cuz I know that you're gone,i'm on my own now i will try to be strog,and i remember all the nights,u were there,i will be leavin'finding you everywhere.."&lt;br /&gt;As vrea sa cred ca totul e ok si ca nimic nu s-a intamplat....as vrea sa cred ca totul e asa cum am visat si va fii mult timp de-acum incolo,as vrea sa cred ca sunt persoane ce in clipele astea se gandesc la mine,as vrea sa cred ca am prieteni adevarati,as vrea sa cred ca sunt apreciata pentru ce fac,as vrea sa cred ca ....&lt;br /&gt;"As vrea sa cred ca .."&lt;br /&gt;Si cu ideea asta am ramas...&lt;br /&gt;Mintea mi s-a blocat,nu-mi mai pot exprima ideea,desi inauntrul meu e un cutremur dezastruos de 1minut jumate.&lt;br /&gt;Dar totusi tu esti aici,si n-o sa pleci niciodata.Totusi tu imi oferi un umar pe care sa plang,si imi spui o vorba buna si la 3 dimineata,numai sa fiu ok.Totusi tu ma strangi in brate si ma faci sa ma simt mai mult decat in siguranta..Totusi tu esti aici mereu.Esti aici mereu...nu pentru mine..&lt;br /&gt;Pentru noi..&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e frica de tot.Mi-e frica de ce vad.Mi-e frica de ce fac,de ce sunt,dar mai ales...Mi-e frica sa ies din camera asta,mi-e frica sa ies din camera asta si sa numai simt aceleasi lucruri pe care le simt cand sunt cu tine...&lt;br /&gt;Te iubesc.&lt;br /&gt;Te iubesc pentru ca meriti.&lt;br /&gt;Te iubesc pentru ca existi.&lt;br /&gt;Dar mai ales..&lt;br /&gt;Te iubesc pentru ca ...&lt;br /&gt;Te iubesc pentru ca ma iubesti neconditionat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330610815712662002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/SfoiS0pokfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_s0uhvYRjQE/s400/dfg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;P.S.: Te iubesc pentru ca fara tine nu pot fi eu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1516847327315693737-7538378299178943770?l=unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/feeds/7538378299178943770/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516847327315693737&amp;postID=7538378299178943770' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default/7538378299178943770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default/7538378299178943770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/2009/04/devii-o-arma-te-descarci-silentios-in.html' title='Devii o arma, te descarci silentios in interior, nu te desfaci pentru nimeni, tre&apos; sa pari mereu superior.'/><author><name>SweetEscape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055177394012228804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/ShgWRFqLJDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AfJUtFtnw8Y/S220/4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/Sfohm5Qc7qI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2EwgTuU-VQg/s72-c/3ab1bde292b18bf7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516847327315693737.post-3449499583706324491</id><published>2009-04-25T21:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:59:47.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7:46</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;   Am baut apa.Cand am iesit pe usa,unchimiu numai sforaia si varmiu dormea ca un prunc :).Cand mi-am potolit setea,am auzit iar un sforait.Am crezut ca e mama.Cand sa ma duc spre mama,la o barfa mica cu Domnul Toaleta,unchimiu iar sforaia.M-am grabit sa ajung mai repede la baie sa nu-l mai aud.Cand sa aprind lumina,bec ars.Mi-a trecut si chefu'de discutie.am revenit in camera.Era un aer inchis.Mi-am luat mp4,i-am dat play de unde a ramas,acum ca piesa lui jojo s-a sfarsit,a inceput Timberland Ft. Justin Timberlake-Release,in fine, (am uitat sa mentionez ca m-am mutat din pat la birou,ma doare spatele de morrrrr),m-am trantit umpic cam prea tare pe scaun,dar n-a avut nimic momentan,inca nu s-a facut bucati,am deschis geamul.Satul asta linistit (cand vrea el),a inceput sa prinda viata,am observat o masina pe sosea,acum un om pe trotuar.E ceva.Cateva pasari si-au facut vocalizele de dimineata,lasand ca,odata cu aerul rece si proaspat de afara dupa o ploaie de alaltaieri seara,(si aseara probabil), glasul lor ce nu stiu,parca te linisteste asa,ba nu,nu ca te linisteste..te relaxeaza...:) A inceput Claudia (ex:Candy)-Candy .Lol.Schimba.Jay Sean-Ride it.Neah...Next.Ahaha...Asta da.Glance,colegul meu de la trupa,una din melodiile lui,mai ceva ca 2pac,mwahahaha.E chiar tare melodia.A,am vazut o carutza si inca o masina.Tare.E innorat.Un om trage cu atata pofta dintr-o tigare,asa de dimineata..Mi-e somn.M-am plictisit.Ma doar toate cele.Am amortit.Casc.Respir.Ascult Glance. "Never talk about me bitch.." lalala,e pe sfarsite.Casc din nou.Mai trece o masina.Ah...Joe Jonas-Gotta find you...hahaaaaaa am avut prima melodiile si filmu',sunt cea mai bazata,sa moara pufuletii mei din magazin de ciuda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     Gata am zis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;              Mi-e dor de Veli.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;      Iar ies dupa blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;              Sfarsit post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P.S.: e 7:59.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;   Sfarsit post 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='7:46'/><author><name>SweetEscape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055177394012228804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/ShgWRFqLJDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AfJUtFtnw8Y/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516847327315693737.post-6773717012917941795</id><published>2009-04-25T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:44:05.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7:43</title><content type='html'>Ma duc sa beau apa.&lt;br /&gt;S-a terminat PCD-Hush,Hush.&lt;br /&gt;   A inceput Jojo-Let it rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516847327315693737-6773717012917941795?l=unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/feeds/6773717012917941795/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516847327315693737&amp;postID=6773717012917941795' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default/6773717012917941795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default/6773717012917941795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/2009/04/743.html' title='7:43'/><author><name>SweetEscape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055177394012228804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/ShgWRFqLJDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AfJUtFtnw8Y/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516847327315693737.post-534811992944674006</id><published>2009-04-25T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:24:15.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E 7:19,vroiam sa pun si o poza,dar am uitat.Nu poza asta,dar nu conteaza.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/SfPgQWrNQTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/JNb7wY9lvj4/s1600-h/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328849355678761266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/SfPgQWrNQTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/JNb7wY9lvj4/s320/page.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Neatza!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunt nervoasa si par rea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; In fond sunt foarte buna. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daca nu eram atat de buna,n-as suferi pentru atatea lucruri &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;care nu ma privesc in nici un fel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;“Buna” nu e cuvantul propriu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Eu nu sunt buna, sunt sensibila. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sensibila si fina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ar trebui un cuvant nou care sa le includa pe amandoua. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S.: Ascult Raptile&amp;amp; Keon Bryce- My Girl ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Adica ascultam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unchimiu tot sforaie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Acum a inceput Usher-Burn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O sa plang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cred.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vreau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Simt nevoia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Intru intr-o stare de melancolie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ce trage spre suspine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suspine ce ma ung pe suflet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suspine ce ma alina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suspine ce ma linistesc..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                       Hai gata.E 7:23.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516847327315693737-534811992944674006?l=unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/ShgWRFqLJDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AfJUtFtnw8Y/S220/4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/SfPgQWrNQTI/AAAAAAAAAFA/JNb7wY9lvj4/s72-c/page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516847327315693737.post-6379085253254336451</id><published>2009-04-25T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T21:15:58.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E 6:06,nu am idee de titlu.</title><content type='html'>Mda,si cum ziceam.E 6:06 iar eu nu am inchis niciun ochi deoarece si pentru ca au ramas la mine niste rude...uhm,si al meu unchi sforaie groaznic,"zdruncina" casa asemenea ( sa nu zic "ca") unui cutremur.Aha,si apropo de cutremur,haha!Eu eram in casa,editam o poza,si de obicei,cand mai trece cate un tir pe sosea,se zguduie umpic pamantul asa,in fine,si eu in gand "a,iar trec tir-uri",cand incepe mobila sa faca urat sa cada tot dupa ea,se "misca" casa,eram si singura inauntru,urlu la mama (OMG) si nici ea nici tata nu l-au simtit,pana mea,a fost urat ptr mine,mai ales ca ma gandeam si la tot felul de chestii nashpa in momentele dinaintea lui (spirite and stuff).&lt;br /&gt;                       Anyway,lasand la o parte povestea asta,e 6:13.Eu tot nu dorm.Am luat telefonul si am tastat repede "Neatza",apoi contacte-&gt;Iub`.Eh.Asta e,e doar 6:14,nu e nimic grav.Ma doare spatele incredibil de tare de cat am stat asa rezemata,brigada inca continua,am o groaza de scris si invatat,cred ca iau pauza de studio cate e acum cu brigada ptr ca nu fac fatza.Deci,deviez umpic dar..AM CASTILE DE LA MP4 IN URECHI,SI TOT AUD CUM SFORAIE IN PASARICA VEVERITEI CAPROASE NAPARLITE CU LAPTE DE IARBA DE BAMBUS !!!&lt;br /&gt;                       Damn it.Nu suport.Sforait sau plescait.Sau sa vad pe cineva ca baga 5kg de mancare dintr-odata in gura.Mor!I-a venit randul Dalmei cu "Love was never her friend",melodie care,deja ma face sa adorm..&lt;br /&gt;                        ZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZz..........&lt;br /&gt;                     Am inceput si o "mica afacere" ca sa-i zic asa,haha.Haine/accesorii/incaltaminte.Exakt.Vand chestii d-astea.Unele din Romania,unele din Germania (astept sa ajunga varu',ca i-am dat lista cu ce sa-mi aduca de acolo sa vand aici).Nu stiu,adica chiar ar fi o idee sa deschid un magazin d-asta asa in Lehliu-Gara,cu produse d-astea foarte tari,nici prea scumpe,nici prea ieftine.&lt;br /&gt;                                                       Si totusi.&lt;br /&gt;                         Unchimiu sforaie grav,imi vine sa dau cu laptopu'de pereti,numai pot frate,numai pot,n-am dormit toata noaptea ca a sforait el in cacat!!!Ce sa mai dau volumul la mp4 la maxim ca e full,numai merge.Moama.Mor de draci,numai pot.&lt;br /&gt;                     Ascult Michael Jackson "They don't really care about us".Il iubesc.El a dat start la tot.El e "regele",vorba aia..Doamne ce mi se inchid ochii..Am intrat pe toate site-urine posibile si imposibile numai ca sa am ceva de facut,pe mess e evident ca nu e nici dracu'.Toti dorm.Normal.Numai eu stau la 6:25 treaza ca proasta si scriu pe blog ca sa nu ma ia somnul si sa imi ocup timpul.Sper sa se trezeasca odata ca o iau razna.&lt;br /&gt;                    Beyonce,"Ave Maria".Superba melodie.Superba Voce.Superba artista.&lt;br /&gt;                           Nu stiu,de la o vreme nu ma simt bine,adica nu stiu...Ma simt asa...de parca m-am pierdut.Nimic nu mi se mai pare special,nimic nu ma mai intereseaza,totul mi se pare asa...nu stiu...ca o poza editata de om.Cu fel de fel de efecte,insa nimic natural.Cand privesc in jurul meu,ma simt ca un batran infrigurat,caruia i-au cazut ochelarii de vedere; totul mi se pare incetosat,nesigur,intr-o cautare continua de "ceva".&lt;br /&gt;                   "Intoarce-te si miroase ceea ce nu vezi.Inchide ochii si totul iti va fi clar."&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;          As vrea sa scriu,sa ma descarc,sa elimin energia asta negativa ce-mi invadeaza venele si creierul zilnic,dar nu pot.De fapt,nu ca nu pot,nu stiu.Nu stiu cum/cu ce sa incep si cum sa termin.Agitatia a inceput sa faca parte din viata mea de zi cu zi.&lt;br /&gt;                       As vrea sa plec,sa ma imbat de fericire,sa uit de tot,sa numai stiu nimic.Absolut nimic..Cine sunt,oricum nu stiu.Cine sunteti?Cu siguranta.Dar o sa uit..Am sa-mi bag sufletul la clor,pentru a-l decolora.Pentru a va decolora pe voi si amintirile avute impreuna.Pentru ca fiecare clipa ce ma facea odata sa zambesc,acum ma apasa.Ma apasa,nu ma doare.Eu nu stiu ce e aia durere.Durerea pentru mine a ajuns a fi ca o anestezie.Amortesc.Numai simt nimic.Sunt imuna la alte lovituri si sageti aruncate spre mine,spre inima si sufletul meu.&lt;br /&gt;                   Sunt si eu un om.Unul ca toti ceilalti.Unul ca toata lumea.Daca am reusit sa fac mai multe activitati de la o varsta destul de frageda,asta nu inseamna ca e usor,sau ca m-am schimbat pentru ca am ajuns intr-un punct,care,abia se zareste,sau ca am uitat de unde am plecat.Nu e usor,e al dracu' de greu!!!E greu pentru ca in mai putin de o luna implinesc 17 ani.&lt;br /&gt;              Timpul trece pe langa noi,fara sa-l simtim,fara sa ne bucuram de el,fara sa profitam!!Si vreau sa va intreb,tineti minte cand eram copii,si ne jucam de dimineata pana seara "de-a v-ati ascuns";"flori,fete si baieti";"elastecul";"sotron" etc. ?Tineti minte cat ne bucuram daca ne dadeau ai nostrii 5 mii sa ne luam si noi o inghetata?Tineti minte plecarea mea dintre voi? :)&lt;br /&gt;               Plecasem,dar nu m-am indepartat...Nu eu :).Copilaria mea e pe sfarsite.Inca un an si sunt majora.Independenta.Doamne,ce n-as da sa am iar 4 ani!!Ce n-as da sa retraiesc momentele in care dadeam concerte in fata casei!!Ce n-as da sa ...Ce n-as da sa fi fost destul de desteapta sa-mi dau seama ca nimic din viata mea nu se va schimba,ca totul va ramane exact cum l-am lasat.&lt;br /&gt;              Dar niste cuvinte nu pot da timpul inapoi.Nu poate schimba nimic.Sunt doar cuvinte ce le-am spus si azi,si ieri,si anul trecut...&lt;br /&gt;                       As vrea sa plang,dar momentan nu am glas.&lt;br /&gt;                            As vrea sa rad,dar momentan nu am implinire.&lt;br /&gt;                                   As vrea sa ma multumesc,dar momentan nu am fapte.&lt;br /&gt;                                          As vrea sa ascult...&lt;br /&gt;                                                              Dar cine ma asculta pe mine?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;em&gt;Am o inima cu ploaie si un corp cu epiderma decolorata..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;          Totul se intampla cu un motiv..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;      Fiecare intrebare are raspunsul ei..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                    Acolo..Undeva...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         E 7:02.&lt;br /&gt;             Ascult Keri Hilson,"Energy",ma doare talpa piciorului drept ptr ca stau cu picioarele stranse la piept,am gatul uscat si ma doare,probabil am racit,ochii imi sunt atat de obositi...Imi petrec mana prin par,si tastez in continuare.&lt;br /&gt;           A inceput sa se lumineze bine de ziua,totul e calm si linistit.&lt;br /&gt;                 In afara livingului,mai bine zis,a intregii case,din cauza valului de sforait,da fie.Ma simt fara vlaga,si incerc sa-mi dau seama la ce ma gandesc,ce-mi trece prin minte,insa nu pot.Toata constiinta mea e ingropata in confuzie si adevar,in oboseala si vise,in iubire si lacrimi de dor...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;          7:08.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;      Ma transform intr-o ploaie de sentimente,si s-a pus singur scrisu'italic.Ochii au inceput sa faca matanii in fata proprie-mi fiinte,pentru a le da libertatea de a se odihni,dar ceva ma retine.Am inceput sa casc din ce in ce mai mult,diriga ne-a spus ca noi cascam din cauza faptului ca plamanii nostrii nu primesc destul oxigen,nu de la somn.Acum..asa o fii,dar ....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                dar&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;em&gt;Am sa inchei acest post,am sa dau acolo "log off" si "x",am sa mai "bantui"prin site-uri,iar cand toti se vor trezi,Cosmina va dormi.Da...Si Cosmina abia asteapta sa simta placerea interactiunii dintre obrazul stang si perna...Spatele o omoara pe Cosmina,ea are enorm de scris si invatat,ea trebuie sa ia note,ea trebuie sa se ocupe foarte bine de scoala acum,ca e aproape de sfarsit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                  Cosmina a incheiat post.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516847327315693737-6379085253254336451?l=unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/feeds/6379085253254336451/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516847327315693737&amp;postID=6379085253254336451' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default/6379085253254336451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default/6379085253254336451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/2009/04/e-606nu-am-idee-de-titlu.html' title='E 6:06,nu am idee de titlu.'/><author><name>SweetEscape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055177394012228804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/ShgWRFqLJDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AfJUtFtnw8Y/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516847327315693737.post-5375658894463783542</id><published>2009-04-16T12:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T16:13:37.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Esti ceea ce gandesti.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/See6w3sHJAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/5CagYyEVq5M/s1600-h/DSCF1418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325430433134355458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/See6w3sHJAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/5CagYyEVq5M/s320/DSCF1418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In ultimul timp aveam impresia ca lucrurile luasera o intorsatura nefavorabila pentru mine. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Totul tine de psihic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Incepusem sa gandesc negativ si sa fac din niste lucruri atat de simple,practic...o povara.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nu stiu... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aveam pur si simplu sentimentul ca pamantul fuge de sub mine &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;si ma prabusesc in gol. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Devenisem extrem de nervoasa,stresata, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;vroiam sa iasa totul perfect si din prima,plangeam ....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Un covor de lacrimi mi se scurge pe chip..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Un ochi de`al meu rade,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;iar celalalt plange.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plange mai mereu...si ma duce la pieire..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ma situam pe primul loc al&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dramaticului top al suferintei....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ajunsesem intr-o stare critica de teama,de panica,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Simtindu-ma la ultimul nivel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Simteam ca pierd..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eram ancorata la durere,si fara sa vreau&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;incepusem sa renunt la tot incet,incet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;la visele mele..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;la tot ce imi doream..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De fapt...chiar uitasem sa-mi doresc...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Practic duceam un cap pe umeri,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dar capul nu ma ducea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eram pe cale sa pun capat la tot,sa renunt,sa ma retrag.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Gandeste`te ca multi oameni sunt la birou &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;si muncesc,iar tu faci muzica.Incearca &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sa te concentrezi mai mult pe ea."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dumnezeu iti da,dar nu iti baga in traista.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daca vei ramane in carapacea ta,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doar pentru ca ti`e frica &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sau pentru ca te`ai obisnuit acolo si ti`e bine,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ce vei castiga?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daca asa ai fost pana acum,asta inseamna sa fii asa si in continuare?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sterge cu buretele ce ai fost,si hai sa incercam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ca la fiecare lucru rau,sa adaugam ceva nou,ceva nou si bun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cauta sa`ti gasesti motivatia, si va totul va fii ok".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cam astea au fost spusele unor oameni care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pentru mine sunt niste exemple,ale unor oameni care incercau&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;si incearca sa ma ajute ce si cum pot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(nu chiar cuvant cu cuvant,dar cam aia era ideea)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ei mi`au redat puterea pe care o uitasem undeva in debaraua&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mea cu amintiri.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De ce sa plang,in loc sa rad?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De ce sa tac,cand pot sa vorbesc?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De ce sa pierd,cand pot sa lupt?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De ce sa sper,cand pot sa am?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De ce sa tip,cand pot sa cant?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daca limita e cerul,asta-i galaxia mea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Un nou inceput.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pentru ca intrebarea "De ce?" nu va avea niciodata raspuns,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;si daca va avea, ar fi fara sens.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pentru ca toata lumea incearca sa schimbe lumea,dar nimeni..absolut nimeni&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nu incearca sa se schimbe pe EL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pentru ca cuvintele frumoase incanta prostii.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pentru toti cei care au impresia ca ma cunosc: Va iert.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pentru ca imi impart singuratatea-n doua: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;iau eu jumatate,si jumatate imi las mie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pentru ca atunci cand lucrurile par ca nu se mai inrautatesc, ai rabdare.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se vor inrautati curand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E timpul pentru o noua schimbare radicala.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De fapt,nu as putea s`o numesc asa...mai degraba e timpul sa indrept&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;anumite lucruri fata de care am fost indiferenta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E timpul ca eu sa preiau cuvantul.E timpul sa`mi rezolv "problemele"(tipic adolescentine,dar tot probleme se numesc) si sa las totul sa vina de la sine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E timpul sa traiesc intens clipa.A venit timpul sa las faptele sa vorbeasca.E timpul sa maresc pasii,pentru ca pot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anul asta..e anul meu... : )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S.: She thinks about herself and cares about nobody else.                                                                                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/1516847327315693737-5375658894463783542?l=unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/ShgWRFqLJDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AfJUtFtnw8Y/S220/4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/See6w3sHJAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/5CagYyEVq5M/s72-c/DSCF1418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516847327315693737.post-2285458487340075244</id><published>2009-04-11T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T12:27:01.646-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vama Veche'/><title type='text'>&lt;2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/SeDuAJwaBpI/AAAAAAAAAEc/uFQFTSw9rX0/s1600-h/A_sea_of_love_by_DaffodilLament.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323516445938288274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/SeDuAJwaBpI/AAAAAAAAAEc/uFQFTSw9rX0/s320/A_sea_of_love_by_DaffodilLament.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Mi-e dor de mare..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Imi place la mare ca e si curat tot timpul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Marea te spala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Si esti sarat,nu?marea te spala si te sareaza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Tu ai fost vreodata la mare?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Nu,dar am visat ca am fost.Intr-o zi mi-a intrat nisip in ochi sh am plans toata ziua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Si cand ai intrat in apa ti-a trecut?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Da,si am visat o casuta de paie pe plaja in care o sa stau si iarna si vara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Si mai e cineva in ea?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Suntem doar noi doi,aa si marea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Pai si nu intra apa in casuta cand e furtuna?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Nu,cand e furtuna intram noi in apa si ne plimbam pe valuri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516847327315693737-2285458487340075244?l=unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/feeds/2285458487340075244/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516847327315693737&amp;postID=2285458487340075244' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default/2285458487340075244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default/2285458487340075244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/2009/04/2.html' title='&lt;2'/><author><name>SweetEscape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055177394012228804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/ShgWRFqLJDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AfJUtFtnw8Y/S220/4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/SeDuAJwaBpI/AAAAAAAAAEc/uFQFTSw9rX0/s72-c/A_sea_of_love_by_DaffodilLament.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516847327315693737.post-3357219482880366060</id><published>2009-04-09T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T12:31:50.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Momente si schite : )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322765249678162578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/Sd5CyxncOpI/AAAAAAAAADY/jLnxiQj-Siw/s320/cosmina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                                Canta`mi tacerea de sticla a norilor cu aripi de curcubeu : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322765251187490178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/Sd5Cy3PSvYI/AAAAAAAAADg/assh2BRHAw4/s320/DSCF1546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;       In ochii tai este vintul,care ma poarta-n nestire,catre un loc fara ganduri,catre orasul iubïre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322765257063875650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/Sd5CzNIVREI/AAAAAAAAADo/gmlT2v5_NhA/s320/456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  Nu vreau sa depinde de nimeni,dar fara el simt ca pierd..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322765259406170194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/Sd5CzV2x2FI/AAAAAAAAADw/x_eU65khpyk/s320/DSCF1540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        Tu esti cel mai frumos refren din toate piesele mele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516847327315693737-3357219482880366060?l=unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/feeds/3357219482880366060/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516847327315693737&amp;postID=3357219482880366060' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default/3357219482880366060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default/3357219482880366060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/2009/04/momente-si-schite.html' title='Momente si schite : )'/><author><name>SweetEscape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055177394012228804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/ShgWRFqLJDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AfJUtFtnw8Y/S220/4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/Sd5CyxncOpI/AAAAAAAAADY/jLnxiQj-Siw/s72-c/cosmina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516847327315693737.post-2267486376944523575</id><published>2009-04-01T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T06:44:52.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stiu ca nu e ok sa traiesti din amintiri,dar..</title><content type='html'>Dar doare.Ma doare fiecare picatura de venin ce vine din partea celor la care candva tineam,si inca tin,pentru ca nu as dori nimanui raul,oricum ar fi el/ea.Stii,sunt momente in viatza cand toata lumea iti spune "fii indiferenta si nu ii baga in seama,altfel le dai satisfactie",si da,e corect.E corect dar dupa o anumita perioada,incep sa se adune multe..extrem de multe,si mi`e greu s`o spun,dar intr`adevar clachezi.&lt;br /&gt;                 Clachezi pentru ca ai si tu ca fiecare om problemele tale,nu stii cum sa faci sa fie mai bine.In fine,pe mine in mod normal,chestiile astea nu ma ating,pentru ca in anumite situatii se intampla sa am raspuns la fiecare "atac",si pot continua 3 ani cu ele (raspunsurile la atacuri),dar nu are rost.Nu are rost pentru niste oameni fara cap,care daca mami sau tati sau unchi,matusi,bunica,bunicu' o duc bine financiar,asta nu inseamna ca esti CINEVA.&lt;br /&gt;                Dar vorba aia,banul face pe om.Si totusi nu mereu.In fine,alte "capitole" mai sunt si "In cautarea elementelor de personalitate,ca sa pot sa mi`o fac si eu pe`a mea" ; "Ieri dusman de moarte,maine cel mai bun prieten"; "Mint,pentru ca lumea sa ma barfeasca"; "Blog`ul-secret: Invidia unor adolescenti carora viatza le`a intors spatele" s.a.&lt;br /&gt;               Se fac diferente si asta e printre cele mai urate lucruri pe care le urasc din tot sufletul.Daca esti la mate-info sau la stiintele naturii sau economic,care multi dintre voi considerati ca sunt printre cele mai bune profiluri,imi pare rau,dar o sa va contrazic.Nu o sa zic ca mate-info e cel mai prost profil,cum il considera foarte multi profesori,nu eu sau alti colegi de`ai mei,dar fiecare profil e bun in felul lui :) Adica daca vrei sa devii Doctor,te duci la SN,nu?Daca vrei ceva viitor in arhitectura sau informatica,mate-info,nu?Daca vreis a fii contabil etc., economic,nu?Daca vrei ceva in psihologie,limbi straine,romana,istorie,geografie,SS,nu?Iar cat despre cei de la profesionala,pun pariu ca anumiti copilashi de acolo,ii fac pe multi de la profilurile astea foarte bune,in special mate-info ( si Edy,nu esti singurul cu parerea asta,deci nu ma refer neaparat la tine),pentru ca multi au picat la materiile la care nu dadeau randament,matematica de exemplu.Daca nu iti place,oricat te-ai chinui,nu o s-o poti invata.&lt;br /&gt;               Asta e.&lt;br /&gt;             Doar pentru ca eu am o atitudine d`aia de "nu vad pe nimeni,decat pe cine vreau" sau pentru ca am pornit pe un anumit drum cu muzica,dansul si actoria (sa zicem),asta nu inseamna ca gata,eu ma consider cea mai desteapta,sunt o "diva" si`asa mai departe.Frate daca eu am avut,si pot sa zic,norocul de a o lua pe aceste cai,asta nu inseamna ca acum toti trebuie sa judecati dupa aparente.Adica ok,foarte bine,talentul meu nearatat,ok ma,asa sa fie.&lt;br /&gt;               O sa dau cateva exemple.La teatru,nu eu am luat locul 1,toti am luat,liceul :) ; la dans, nu eu am luat locul 3 S-E European,trupa a luat,la muzica,nu eu am vrut sa cant la bal, (si asa mai departe) ci profesorii m`au rugat.Faptul ca multi stiti ca am inceput de ceva timp sa lucrez in muzica,si pana acum "nu am scos nimic",asta,cum ziceti majoritatea,"talentul meu nearatat",nu inseamna ca eu am stat degeaba.&lt;br /&gt;              Oricum.&lt;br /&gt;            Cel putin eu am niste parinti care se ocupa de mine si ca muncesc din greu ca eu sa ajung undeva,sa nu`mi lipseasca nimic,practic,sa'mi faca toate poftele,si ii multumesc lui Dumnezeu pentru ca ii am sanatosi si sper sa fie in continuare.Candva ii injuram pe ai mei ca nu ma lasau sa ies mereu afara,in club,in bucuresti,mare sau munte (singura),si abia acum imi dau seama cat de mult gresesc si greseam certandu-ma cu ei.Si au dreptate,macar acum sa mai ies cu ei,pentru ca toata viatza o sa am timp sa ma distrez sa zic asa cu toate cunostintele (prefer sa numai pronuntz cuvantul "prieten").&lt;br /&gt;             Uhm.M`am mai descarcat umpic. :)&lt;br /&gt;            Sa vedem,am gasit mai multi un loc unde sa ne angajam saptamana asta si cea de vacanta,dinainte de Pasti,pentru a "scoate" cativa banutzi,fiindca multi suntem satuli,cel putin eu,sa vad cum ai mei muncesc din greu pentru a ma ajuta cu cheltuielile de la studio,scoala,concursuri s.a.&lt;br /&gt;           Ah,mi`au venit si volumele "Gossip Girl",e aiurea ca in Romania sunt doar 6 traduse,de fapt sunt 13,dar asta e.&lt;br /&gt;            Sunt extrem de racita,obosita,pana mea..din cauza asta devin si irascibila si nu stiu..Imi pare rau ca uneori (doar uneori :D) se intampla sa enervez oamenii si fara sa vreau,si imi pare rau pe urma.Dar asta e.&lt;br /&gt;             Asta sunt.&lt;br /&gt;           Tin sa mentionez ca ma simt extrem de norocoasa ca am o prietena ca Simona,pe care o cunosc de cand eram la gradinita,dar cu care nu am avut niciodata o legatura mult prea stransa,insa nu ne`am certat never and ever ( nici acum nu ne certam,decat foarte rar din porcarii de genul "-Hai pana la baie.-Nu vreau".Eh,copilarii:D),iar acum pot spune ca practic a devenit parte din viata mea de zi cu zi si din familia mea.&lt;br /&gt;             Ca sa fac o incheiere..Totul tine de educatia pe care o primesti, "cei 7 ani de acasa" cum se zice..Stiti dragilor..v`am dat un deget,ati cerut toata mana,mi`am retras`o (mana),ati cautat alta( mana).&lt;br /&gt;             Cam astia sunteti voi.Falsi.Falsi si in cautare de prieteni.Ca tot vazusem intr`un post de`al unei foste prietene,Andra :),ceva de genul ca o judeca sau ca isi bat joc de cum arata..Stiti ce...Nu conteaza cum arati,nu conteaza de unde te imbraci,nu conteaza daca esti machiata sau ai patratzele(in cazul baietilor),nu conteaza daca folosesti deodorant de 3lei,nu conteaza daca esti bogat/a, si lista ar putea continua.Ceea ce intr`adevar conteaza este sa inveti sa te asculti pe tine,sa incerci sa ii asculti pe ceilalti,si cel mai important..sa nu uiti de unde ai plecat :).Nu conteaza ca ajuti la bine sau la rau,nu conteaza ca "faci tu cinste",nu conteaza ca ai dat si altora sa copieze etc. Astea sunt niste chestii cu care oamenii se pot juca foarte frumos.Niste chestii care..Nu conteaza pentru nimeni.Cand sunt langa tine,sunt cu un anumit scop,nu pentru ca vor sa te ajute sau sa iti fie alaturi.&lt;br /&gt;           O incheiere cam foarte lunga,si un post la fel de lung,dar asta e,haha!&lt;br /&gt;              Un singur lucru mai am de zis :&lt;br /&gt;                   Dumnezeu e Sus si vede..:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516847327315693737-2267486376944523575?l=unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/feeds/2267486376944523575/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516847327315693737&amp;postID=2267486376944523575' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>Well,am uitat sa mentionez ca am luat locul 1 sambata trecuta la teatru la romana,chiar daca cei din Calarasi ne priveau de sus si`asa mai departe,am reusit sa le dam peste nas,ceea ce e foarte bine,un semn bun.&lt;br /&gt;            Si totusi..&lt;br /&gt;             De maine incep antrenamentele cu majoretele,si sincer parca ma retine ceva,nu stiu,nu ma simt eu in largul meu,dar sper sa fie si sa iasa mai mult decat foarte bine (mai ales la piramida,OMG!) + ca trebuie sa incerc sa pregatesc si un individual hip-hop si o piesa pentru concursul respectiv, + ca o sa avem si teatru la engleza si nu stiu cum o sa fac fatza si o sa ma descurc cu toate,sper sa reusesc,CU SIGURANTA O S-O FAC ! :D&lt;br /&gt;           Chiar astept vacanta intr`un fel,chiar abia astept si Pastele si vara si tot!! Abia astept sa fiu cu el zi de zi,de dimineata pana seara,abia astept sa...De fapt numai astept nimic.Mai bine las lucrurile sa curga de la sine.Visez.Normal ca visez!Fiecare avem lumea noastra,unde putem naviga catre fiecare vis,doar noi il putem aduce la realitate.&lt;br /&gt;           Aaaa..Si a luat mama carnetul!!Da,da,sunt mandra de mama mea,merge destul de bine,ma rog e la inceput,nah..La vara dau si eu,hehehe..Dar pana atunci..&lt;br /&gt;            Noi sa fim sanatosi fratilor! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            P.S.: I looooove my familly!! ( You are part of us now Veli babe :) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516847327315693737-5865523121408155513?l=unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/feeds/5865523121408155513/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516847327315693737&amp;postID=5865523121408155513' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default/5865523121408155513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default/5865523121408155513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/2009/03/workworkwork.html' title='Work..work..work..'/><author><name>SweetEscape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055177394012228804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/ShgWRFqLJDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AfJUtFtnw8Y/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516847327315693737.post-5183036433815382835</id><published>2009-03-31T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:13:36.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahaha</title><content type='html'>Nu stiu care din noi este cel prost.Ca tot ai adus vorba Edy.Nu eu sunt aia care m-am apucat de fumat pentru ca "este misto",desi nu mint,am incercat :),nu eu sunt aia care in generala ma dadeam cea mai desteapta si am luat 5 la o materie de tot cacatu',"tehnologie"(si nu cred ca o sa uite vreun coleg din generala faza asta,imi cer scuze),nu eu sunt aia care am stat cu o persoana pentru ca fuma si mi s-a parut intr-adevar "misto",nu eu sunt aia care "bag" posturi la greu ca sa mi le citeasca lumea,sa par interesanta ( eu personal,ma descarc in cazul in care nu o am pe Simona prin preajma:) ),nu eu sunt aia falsa (si aici prefer sa nu dau exemplu,insa ma refer la prieteni) si lista ar putea continua.&lt;br /&gt;        Si nu,nu eu sunt aia care le stie pe toate,dar aici chiar ai gresit cu chestia de gramatica,sincer,imi pare rau ca daca cineva iti atrage atentia unde gresesti,te superi,pentru ca erai obisnuit sa le stii pe toate,adevarat :) Pacat,timpul trece,de fapt a trecut de mult,prietenii raman si se schimba si`asa mai departe.&lt;br /&gt;         A,si sincer nu e vorba ca m`as fi atacat,dar devii penibil cu chestiile astea de judecat fiecare persoana in parte,si nu ma refer numai la mine,dar pana mea,asta e daca altceva mai important nu ai de facut :) Daca te`ai atacat atat de mult si ai scris un post cum ca as fi proasta si etc. ,ma repet: Lasa ma ,sa fiu eu proasta :) cel putin eu invatz la scoala,nu la fast-food.&lt;br /&gt;         Te pup draga colegule,si sper sa revii la normal,pana nu o sa fie prea tarziu.De fapt..care normal?Poate asa esti tu :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516847327315693737-5183036433815382835?l=unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/feeds/5183036433815382835/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516847327315693737&amp;postID=5183036433815382835' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default/5183036433815382835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default/5183036433815382835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/2009/03/hahaha.html' title='Hahaha'/><author><name>SweetEscape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055177394012228804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/ShgWRFqLJDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AfJUtFtnw8Y/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516847327315693737.post-9116576906476843412</id><published>2009-03-30T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T11:59:00.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reclama mocca.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bad0religion.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://bad0religion.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deci chiar va rog sa ii cititi postul Domnului Eduard Tulica, in special cel cu "we still have the radio",unde,bineinteles,eu nu puteam lipsi din "reclamele mocca" ( gasiti acolo "poker face"),asa ca m`am gandit sa nu ii raman datoare si sa il rasplatesc,ca nah,ne cunoastem de atata timp. : ) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De cand baiatul mi`a atras atentia ca am scris intr`un anumit post aproape mereu "numai" in loc de "nu mai",unde el incearca sa faca ca de obicei,pe Mr.Smart Guy ( Numai suntem in generala Edy,numai esti tocilar :D),faptul ca i`am readus aminte de ziua cu ora noastra deschisa din generala,unde,Doamna Dobre,diriginta noastra de atunci,ne explica ca,(virgula) conform noului DOM (sau ceva de genul) cuvintele ce se scriau candva dezlegat,ca de exemplu "nu mai"; "o data"; "s-au" etc. ,sunt corect scrise acum,de fapt foarte corect (cica) si legat,adica "numai";"odata" etc.&lt;br /&gt;Datorita faptului ca mi`am permis sa ii atrag atentia,am ajuns pe blogul lui,bineinteles,descrisa sub forma unei persoane care are impresia ca e foarte originala,ca sufer de "vedetism" si etc. : ) )&lt;br /&gt;Dar asta e.Ma simt din ce in ce mai bine cu fiecare "reclama mocca" si incercarea de a ma insulta sau alte chestii.&lt;br /&gt;Tine`ti`o tot asa ma,ca faceti treaba buna.Lasa sa fiu eu aia care sufera de ea,"cu talentul nearatat" si "actrita,cantareatza,dansatoare",ce dracu',doar ma tzine. : ) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516847327315693737-9116576906476843412?l=unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/feeds/9116576906476843412/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516847327315693737&amp;postID=9116576906476843412' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default/9116576906476843412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default/9116576906476843412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/2009/03/reclama-mocca.html' title='Reclama mocca.'/><author><name>SweetEscape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055177394012228804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/ShgWRFqLJDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AfJUtFtnw8Y/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516847327315693737.post-4817798961016100429</id><published>2009-03-30T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T11:19:31.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vremea nu e de partea mea..</title><content type='html'>Sunt racita.Sunt obosita.Sunt stresata.Mi-e somn.Mi-e frica.Ma pierd in sute,poate chiar mii de pagini daca as sta sa le numar,doar pentru a`mi pierde timpul intr`un mod mai favorabil.Incerc sa cant,dar ceva ma impiedica.Incerc sa dansez,dar picioarele parca`mi sunt de fier.Este acea perioada in care simt ca totul practic se intoarce impotriva mea.Desi sunt constienta ca dramatizez prea mult si nu e asa..&lt;br /&gt;        Si totusi.&lt;br /&gt;        Aprilie va fi o luna plina pentru mine deoarece : Am teatru la romana si engleza,am de prezentat un show de majorete,un show al meu si o melodie interpretata,bineinteles tot de mine ( e ca un fel de concurs,o combinatie de cupa liceelor sa zic si un concurs de interpretare),am reinceput munca in studio,si vreau sa`i fac pe ai mei si pe Bogdan ( Domnul Problema,cel care era cu melodia aia "Beau,beau,/Mi-am inselat gagica..").&lt;br /&gt;       Sunt capabila de tot frate,stiu!!Doar ca ceva lipseste.Adica..Parca ma pierd undeva.Ceva lipseste sau ceva este prea mult scos in evidenta.Nu stiu..Sper din suflet sa-mi revin,pentru ca nici mie personal,nici celorlalti din jur nu le convine situatia mea actuala..Pana mea,cui i`ar conveni?&lt;br /&gt;        Sunt aproape tot timpul nervoasa,irascibila,ma stresez tot timpul si ma complic prea mult.Uhm..&lt;br /&gt;        Sper doar ca ceea ce am de facut luna asta,care este incredibil de plina,avand in vedere ca vroiam sa ma si angajez (criza financiara isi spune cuvantul),sa dea roade.Si sigur va da.Hmm..am uitat..: Cine sunt eu?: )&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;               Ah..da..Cosmina,tipa aia "frustrata","netalentata","nesuferita","grasa" ( si etc.),dar totusi sunt Cosmina aia ambitioasa,care are capul sus si privirea inainte indiferent de situatie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516847327315693737-4817798961016100429?l=unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/ShgWRFqLJDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AfJUtFtnw8Y/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516847327315693737.post-250574737970363520</id><published>2009-03-23T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T14:33:44.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagineaza-ti o zi perfecta intr-o lume perfect de imperfecta.</title><content type='html'>Si se cufunda incet in lumea ei...descopera ca fiecare coala de hartie asteapta sa i se scrie povestea..viseaza catre un nou orizont,total necunoscut de ea,insa starnindu-i interesul atat de tare incat nu se poate lasa..si continua..continua sa mearga lasandu-se condusa de data asta de suflet,nu de minte..&lt;br /&gt;Cu fiecare pas realizeaza ca lucrurile careia ei i se pareau schimbate, de fapt ea le schimba..Ea le schimba cu comportamentul ei copilaresc si in acelasi timp egoist,fara sa`si dea seama.Cum s`a putut lasa condusa de fiecare persoana in parte,ce o indemna din rau in mai rau?Cum de nu s`a putut gandi la lucrurile care,odata,erau totul pentru ea,iar acum raman doar amintirile unei vieti de mult uitate?&lt;br /&gt;De ce este atat de confuza..?De ce simte ca nu este capabila sa ridice macar un deget in fata intregii lumi ce o chinuie asemeni unui paianjen inainte de a`si servi cina?De ce nu incearca macar...De ce se apuca de `enshpe mii de lucruri odata,neputand termina nici macar unul din ele?&lt;br /&gt;Toate aceste intrebari incepusera sa o puna pe ganduri..Evident,ceva se intamplase,undeva gresise..undeva calcase stramb..Dar unde?Rataci in propria`i memorie in cautarea raspunsului dar nimic..Continua si a2a seara,si a3a...si a5a..si a10a..Degeaba.Nu isi putea da seama de greselile pe care le savarsise candva,facand lucrurile sa ia o intorsatura nu tocmai favorabila.&lt;br /&gt;Poate ca se credea nevinovata.Poate ca mereu trebuia sa aiba o persoana pe care o poate invinui pentru propriile ei fapte.&lt;br /&gt;Lasa lucrurile asa cum erau..&lt;br /&gt;Dupa ceva timp,ceva timp in care ea numai acordase atentie propriei persoane,ei bine.."I se aprinse beculetul".&lt;br /&gt;Dupa acel moment de sclipire,fata incepu a pune cap la cap fiecare lucru,incepu sa invete a analiza fiecare situatie cu calm,ea...chiar ea a inceput sa invete sa vorbeasca.A invatat in sfarsit sa iasa din propria carapace pentru a descoperi Un Nou Inceput."Noul" cum ii placea ei sa ii spuna,a lasat-o sa mearga pe cont propriu,sa greseasca si sa`si repare singura greselile,a invatat`o sa isi aleaga cu grija persoanele dragi (prietenii),a invatat`o sa isi pretuiasca familia [ ceea ce pana atunci pentru ea era o pierdere de timp,o plictiseala,o RUSINE ("habar n-au astia ce zic..")],a invatat`o sa iubeasca cu toata fiinta ei fiecare lucru de zi cu zi.&lt;br /&gt;Astfel,fiind intr`un continuu "antrenament",fata a hotarat sa`si faca un program,un program de care va tine cu dintii,pentru ca are de demonstrat multe.Si nu,ea nu demonstreaza nimanui nimic.Isi va demonstra ei insasi,ca totul e permis in viata si ca orice vis poate deveni realitate,atata timp ca crezi in ceea ce faci si iti doresti.&lt;br /&gt;EA nu are limite.EA isi doreste.EA...ei bine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EA este ceea ce multi vorbesc,putini vad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516847327315693737-250574737970363520?l=unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/feeds/250574737970363520/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516847327315693737&amp;postID=250574737970363520' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default/250574737970363520'/><link rel='self' 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Nu pot sa creeddd!! Rugaciunile mi-au fost ascultate,si iata ca s-a scris si despre mine pe faimosul "LehliuMania"!!!&lt;br /&gt;          Ma simt ca la "Oscar"( hahahahaha),deci o reclama mai gatuita si mai frumoasa ca asta nu se putea sincer,De cand asteptam..Of,of..Ma,mie chiar imi place ca au scris si despre noi ("noi" fiind eu si Veli),adica mie dragilor,imi redati o stare foarte buna,dupa o zi obositoare de scoala scriind despre mine,deci ma amuza incredibil de tare !!&lt;br /&gt;         Dar si cand s-or da cartile pe fatza..toata lumea stie cine sunteti,dar nu se poate dovedi momentan.Dar si cand s-o putea..Sincer,paziti-va spatele scumpilor ca nu e de bine,pe mine chiar nu ma intereseaza,puteti scrie in continuare,dar v-ati pus cam jumate de Lehliu in cap si nu prea e ok.   :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516847327315693737-5685061318363863259?l=unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com' alt='' 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height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/ShgWRFqLJDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AfJUtFtnw8Y/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516847327315693737.post-8690893371433520314</id><published>2009-03-18T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T14:30:32.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh God..</title><content type='html'>Deci saptamana asta a fost (si va mai fii) una dintre cele mai grele si mai urate saptamani de cand am inceput scoala.Teste,ascultat,proiecte,activitati etc. IN FIECARE ZI frate..Cel putin la anumite materii chiar nu inteleg de ce se complica respectivii profesori,din moment ce NU ESTE PE PROFILUL NOSTRU!!&lt;br /&gt;      Si totusi.Dadada,am inceput dieta,mi-a "impartasit-o" Dana Matei (Iti multumesc Dana inca odataaaa!!) si trebuie sa recunosc ca e foarte dificila,si ma simt slabita,pentru ca ea consta mai mult in carne de care chiar NUMAI VREAU SA AUD si in fine,nu stau s-o insir.&lt;br /&gt;      Am inceput si teatrul la engleza..o sa incepem si o chestie foarte interesanta si tare la romana,legata bineinteles de teatru,regie..Pana mea.Trista si obositoare saptamana.Oh God..maine sunt si la studio pentru repetitii..Off...&lt;br /&gt;      Sfarsit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516847327315693737-8690893371433520314?l=unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/feeds/8690893371433520314/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516847327315693737&amp;postID=8690893371433520314' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default/8690893371433520314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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despre tine,sa se bage in viata ta si asa mai departe,necunoscandu-te deloc.&lt;br /&gt;Sincer,mi-as dori sa nu cunosti situatia asta.Si totusi.&lt;br /&gt;Simt ca am ajuns la capat de drum,simt ca indiferenta mea numai face fata atator provocari,ma simt fara vlaga.Numai sunt eu.De fapt,numai pot fii eu.Aceasta NOUA persoana este genul careia trebuie sa afiseze tot timplu un zambet fals,EA trebuie sa fie intotdeauna calma si stapana pe situatie,EA trebuie sa aiba mereu raspunsul la orice intrebare.&lt;br /&gt;EA..&lt;br /&gt;Dar cum ramane cu mine?..&lt;br /&gt;Cum ramane cu sufletul meu care numai poate indura atatea atacuri,cum ramane cu parerile,ideile mele,huh?Cum ramane cu MINE?&lt;br /&gt;Persoane la care nu te asteptai in veci sunt (sau numai sunt) langa tine,clipe care ar fi trebuit sa fie doar ale tale,sprijinul NEacordat pe toata aceasta perioada,afectiunea care lipseste in fiecare secunda..&lt;br /&gt;Stii,a inceput sa-mi lipseasca si raza aia de soare care ma insotea zi de zi si ma lasa sa o port cu mine oriunde.Imi lipseste tot ce apartinea de MINE candva.Imi lipseste doza aia de fericire nelimitata..&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Esti atat de plin de tine,si atat de plin de gol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516847327315693737-3402986268132255248?l=unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/feeds/3402986268132255248/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516847327315693737&amp;postID=3402986268132255248' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default/3402986268132255248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516847327315693737/posts/default/3402986268132255248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/2009/03/they-all-want-to-watch-me-fail.html' title='They all want to watch me fail.'/><author><name>SweetEscape</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08055177394012228804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cz74V3ChhjA/ShgWRFqLJDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AfJUtFtnw8Y/S220/4.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516847327315693737.post-5371888766723021043</id><published>2009-03-10T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T13:49:05.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Astenie de primavara</title><content type='html'>Fiecare zi e mai ciudata ca alta.Cum am inceput primavara,cum au inceput barfele.Si nu oricum,ci din ce in ce mai intense.Nu inteleg si nu cred ca voi intelege vreodata de ce fiecare dintre noi ne-am intors impotriva tuturor si invers,cand de fapt toti suntem o apa si-un pamant,si daca stai sa te gandesti,candva,toti "am mancat din aceeasi farfurie".&lt;br /&gt;Stiu,lucrurile mici se uita.Mai nou,a aparut o anumita persoana care si-a facut un blog in care critica "tot ce apuca" ca sa zic asa,si pe fiecare in parte.De ce aceasta persoana sta sa-i analizeze pe altii si sa-i critice,sa barfeasca,sa scoata fel de fel de vorbe despre persoana respectiva,si nu se uita la ea intai inainte de a vorbi?Frate,e curva,e proasta,e cocalara,a facut-o cu nu stiu cati si-asa mai departe,pana la urma e viata ei personala,daca ei ii place ( sau lor,ma rog) ar fi cazul sa o lasam "in plata Domnului",pentru ca eu personal,chiar nu gasesc nimic special.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt lucruri pe care le stim cu totii,dar care nu prea afecteaza sau intereseaza pe cineva anume.Parerea mea.Pana acum toti si-au vazut de treaba lor,si o vor face in continuare.Ma rog,cu exceptia acelor persoane care ador sa traiasca prin viata altora,si sa-si piarda timpul barfind,jignind etc. pe altii.&lt;br /&gt;Simtiti-va bine fratilor,asta inseamna ca sunteti niste persoane mult prea importante si atrageti cam mult atentia,ceea ce multi nu reusesc,desi se straduiesc din greu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. : Nici nu vreau sa-mi imaginez ce o sa se scrie despre mine si  prietenele sau fostele mele prietene si asa mai departe.(ha!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516847327315693737-5371888766723021043?l=unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/feeds/5371888766723021043/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516847327315693737&amp;postID=5371888766723021043' title='0 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type='text'>Concluzii.</title><content type='html'>Primavara.Roua.Flori.Soare.Rasarit.Pantofi.Prospetime.Ea.El.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;              Si inca cum..Totul a inceput frumos,perfect chiar.Am invatat cu fiecare zi sa sper mai mult.Am prins curaj si am castigat respect.Am invatat si am ascultat,invatand.Am iubit si m-am lasat iubita.Am dat un deget,si nu mi s-a luat toata mana.Am inceput sa ma gandesc mai mult la mine,iar ei/ele n-au incetat o clipa sa nu se gandeasca la noi.&lt;br /&gt;             Am acceptat faptul ca exista doua tipuri de femei in lumea asta : Eu si celelalte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516847327315693737-6535622242762725072?l=unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unsprezeceminute.blogspot.com/feeds/6535622242762725072/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link 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