<?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-4675834291357656124</id><updated>2011-07-07T15:36:57.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, feelings, real world.</title><subtitle type='html'>It's about real world.My real world.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675834291357656124/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537992150506334186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nX2HRGOJsxo/S4Qjqjk-hbI/AAAAAAAAACs/mmndM_OZH8A/S220/IMG_3081g.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675834291357656124.post-3837732792403015017</id><published>2011-01-27T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T00:34:24.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>valentine's day...3:))</title><content type='html'>Din moment ce nu ne mai desparte mult timp de aceasta sarbatoare pot spune ca sunt curioasa cum va fi anul acesta..&lt;br /&gt;Va fi diferit pt ca am pe cineva, sufletul meu pereche, langa mine sau va fi la fel de dezgustator si libidinos ca si pana acum?&lt;br /&gt;Well asta ramane de vazut...&lt;br /&gt;O sa va tin la curent!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675834291357656124-3837732792403015017?l=realworld09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/feeds/3837732792403015017/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/2011/01/valentines-day3.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675834291357656124/posts/default/3837732792403015017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675834291357656124/posts/default/3837732792403015017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/2011/01/valentines-day3.html' title='valentine&apos;s day...3:))'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537992150506334186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nX2HRGOJsxo/S4Qjqjk-hbI/AAAAAAAAACs/mmndM_OZH8A/S220/IMG_3081g.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675834291357656124.post-6076718304598341311</id><published>2010-10-09T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T13:44:50.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stiu ca nu am mai scris de foarte mult timp, dar am si un motiv intemeiat.Nu am avut despre ce sa scriu...pt ca eram vechea eu.Acum lucrurile s-au schimbat la 180 de grade.&lt;br /&gt;Am o viata noua, perfecta, alaturi de el..pe care il asteptam din ziua in care m-am nascut.&lt;br /&gt;Dar uite ca dupa 18 ani a venit...si nu oricum..ci ca Fat Frumos pe un cal alb, pentru mine.&lt;br /&gt;Are aceeasi gandire, idealuri si dorinte ca si mine...Si da e ciudat atunci cand te trezesti dimineata si sti ca incepe o noua zi si ai pentru cine sa o traiesti, e ciudat sa gandesti la fel ca el in acelasi timp sau sa va doriti fix aceleasi lucruri.E ciudat sa simti aceleasi lucruri fix la fel in fiecare zi.E ciudat ca totul sa fie neschimbat.E ciudat sa fiu acea exceptie de 0,00001%.E ciudat ca mi se intampla tocmai mie si ca am asteptat acest lucru atat..si el era practic in fata mea.E ciudat ca nu m-am gandit niciodata la asta.&lt;br /&gt;Imi imaginez viata mea perfecta, alaturi numai de el, pentru ca fara el nu ar mai fi viata , nu mai vorbim despre una perfecta.El e totul pentru mine si asa va fi.El este eu, pentru ca nu mai exista eu si tu exista noi.Suntem una si aceeasi persoana.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca viata mea e perfecta daca e alaturi de el...lasand dorintele pe mai tarziu: sa ne mutam la new york, sa avem o viata perfecta, o masina minunata si un copil adorabil.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca el e sufletul meu pereche si vreau sa imi petrec toata viata alaturi de el.&lt;br /&gt;Da stiu, v-am zis ca m-am schimbat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675834291357656124-6076718304598341311?l=realworld09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/feeds/6076718304598341311/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/2010/10/new.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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povestesc...acuma nu toti trebuie sa va faceti blog&lt;br /&gt;Sincer exista printre voi persoane care au un blog numai pt a-si publica poze, a-si face cunoscute pasiunile, pt a promova filme, produse and so on.&lt;br /&gt;Pt mine blogul meu inseamna mai mult decat atat..gen..eu imi cam pun viata pe tava in fata unor oameni care nu ma cunosc si nici eu pe ei.Dar asta fac eu pt ca aia e inspiratia mea, asa simt si vreau eu, nu voi.voi vreti de fapt sa va promovati cacaturile, cu caldura.&lt;br /&gt;Dar sa incetez pana nu devin si eu una dintre voi si fac o polemica pe un lucru atat de neinsemnat pt mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675834291357656124-5387107990675399937?l=realworld09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/feeds/5387107990675399937/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/2010/02/bloggarasilor.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675834291357656124/posts/default/5387107990675399937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675834291357656124/posts/default/5387107990675399937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/2010/02/bloggarasilor.html' title='bloggarasilor'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537992150506334186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nX2HRGOJsxo/S4Qjqjk-hbI/AAAAAAAAACs/mmndM_OZH8A/S220/IMG_3081g.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675834291357656124.post-2732200210450568615</id><published>2010-02-26T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T13:00:25.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who the fuck is Cristina?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cine e Cristina? iti zic eu:&lt;br /&gt;Cristina e o fiinta minunata pe care toata lumea o adora...Cristina e tot si nimic..cristina e binele si raul, albul si negrul, viata si moartea, tu si eu.&lt;br /&gt;Cristina..eh..cristina..e antiteza, disimularea si hiberbola...cristina e raiul si iadul...cristina te iubeste si te uraste, cristina iti respira in telefon, cristina danseaza  pe masa..cristina rade si plange..cristina e universul nemarginit, stelele, soarele si luna la un loc..&lt;br /&gt;Cristina e vama veche, mare cu valurile inspumate furioase sau calme..cristina e vara si iarna..cristina e da si nu...&lt;br /&gt;Cristina e a cuiva sau a nimanui, cristina e dulce si acra....frumoasa si urata, e leul si tigrul, e pasiunea si dragostea..&lt;br /&gt;Eh..CRISTINA E EU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675834291357656124-2732200210450568615?l=realworld09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/feeds/2732200210450568615/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/2010/02/who-fuck-is-cristina.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675834291357656124/posts/default/2732200210450568615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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capul meu..&lt;br /&gt;Mai nou am o dilema, existentiala cum altfel.In zilele noastre este din ce in ce mai raspandit fenomenul urmator: ca persoanele de sex feminin sa faca tot.&lt;br /&gt;Nu era mai pe vremuri ca barbatul face parte grea?daca iti place de cineva, fata trebuie sa dea aluzii, sa scoata afara pretendentul la titlul de iubitul anului, sa se intereseze de el, sa vorbeasca cu el...sa tot..&lt;br /&gt;"Pe vremea mea" baietii faceau asta, dar se pare ca devine greu, foarte greu si tresa facem noi si treaba asta.."murdara"&lt;br /&gt;Guys si sa nu va mirati daca : primiti 100 de telefoane si msg de la o fata pe zi, daca ea se da interesanta, daca rade la glumele voastre chiar daca sunt de cacat, pt ca va plac, idiotilor si ar face orice ca sa o bagati in seama si sa fie cu voi..&lt;br /&gt;Off gata prea multa polemica pe aceasta chestie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675834291357656124-3099875024363616334?l=realworld09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/feeds/3099875024363616334/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/2010/02/new.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675834291357656124/posts/default/3099875024363616334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675834291357656124/posts/default/3099875024363616334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/2010/02/new.html' title='new'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537992150506334186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nX2HRGOJsxo/S4Qjqjk-hbI/AAAAAAAAACs/mmndM_OZH8A/S220/IMG_3081g.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675834291357656124.post-7063488708804862345</id><published>2010-02-14T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T08:20:41.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Velentine's gay not day reloaded.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="post-body entry-content"&gt; Deoarece parerea mea despre v'gay nu sa schimbat de anu trecut voi pune poastarea scrisa atunci.&lt;br /&gt;Astazi este Valentine's Day...ce dracu mai e si cu sarbatoarea asta nu stiu.Nici macar nu este una traditionala ci preluata de la americani.&lt;br /&gt;Trecem peste asta.Dar cui ii place sa vada magazine pline de inimioare roz sau rosii libidinoase, cani, ursuletzi, expozitii sau mai stiu eu ce minuni, astfel devenind o chestiune foarte buna ca marketing.&lt;br /&gt;Ma rog, si cum, iubirea "pluteste in aer", trebuie sa fi martor la nenumarate dovezi ale ei: declaratii penibile, cadouri penibile, emisiune penibile, in fond totul penibil.Fortarea cu care este sarbatorita aceasta zi, mi se pare tulburatoare.Si de ce sa existe o zi a celebrarii iubirii cand aceasta trebuie sa fie prezenta in fiecare zi.Gen "Iubito uite ce ti-am luat azi de V'day" sau "Te iubesc ca e V'day"...nu e chiar asa de simplu.Asta ar trebuii sa fie un lucru normal, poate chiar o rutina.E atat de fortat totul incat da in penibil...deci, profitati de aceasta zi pt ca ele o sa va iubeasca mai mult chiar daca a doua zi o sa gresiti, chiar daca tot timpul va purtati indiferent si rece fara motiv, dar de V'Day totul ia o alta culoare: A "dragostei!"&lt;br /&gt;Acestea fiind spuse, imi inchei pledoaria anti Sf.Valentin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="quickedit" 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title='Velentine&apos;s gay not day reloaded.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537992150506334186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nX2HRGOJsxo/S4Qjqjk-hbI/AAAAAAAAACs/mmndM_OZH8A/S220/IMG_3081g.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675834291357656124.post-7445395336568846876</id><published>2010-01-28T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T16:13:40.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what i miss the most?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daca m-a intreba cineva la ce duc dorul cel mai tare as raspunde fara ezitare, la cls a-9a.desi atunci nu stiam ce va urma si credeam ca e cea mai oribila clasa ever, sa dovedit a fii cea mai buna perioada din viata mea..atat personal cat si din pct de vedere social sau scolar..deci..ce a fost bun nu se mai intoarce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675834291357656124-7445395336568846876?l=realworld09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/feeds/7445395336568846876/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-i-miss-most.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675834291357656124/posts/default/7445395336568846876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675834291357656124/posts/default/7445395336568846876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-i-miss-most.html' title='what i miss the most?'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537992150506334186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nX2HRGOJsxo/S4Qjqjk-hbI/AAAAAAAAACs/mmndM_OZH8A/S220/IMG_3081g.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675834291357656124.post-6234536709424219822</id><published>2010-01-28T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T16:11:22.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>too young for this</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desi in jumatate de an fac 18 ani, am idei si vise de 30..da, too mature.&lt;br /&gt;Vreau o relatie stabila nu o legatura de o noapte, poate casatorie, vreau sa fie cineva acolo care sa ma inteleaga si sa ma ajute la bine si la rau.sa fie acolo cand o sa cad.&lt;br /&gt;dar aici o sa urmeze o persoana care va face parte din viata mea mereu...dar eu cred ca nu stie ce vrea,sunt sigura de asta.sau stie si nu vrea sa stie sau sa arate.&lt;br /&gt;desi el nu stie ce vrea..eu stiu...il vreau pt mine sa fie acolo cand imi va fi rau sa ma inteleaga, asculte , imbratiseze. sa ne certam si dupa aia sa ne impacam si sa ne dam seama cat d mult ne iubim de fapt.sa nu pot sa rezist fara sa vb cu el in fiecare zi, sa ii aud vocea.cand il vad sa imi tresara inima si sa ma simt cea mai fericita persoana din lume..atata timp cat sunt cu el..dar astea nu par ganduri ale unei persoane de 18 ani, infantila si fara griji nu? ei bine nu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675834291357656124-6234536709424219822?l=realworld09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/feeds/6234536709424219822/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/2010/01/too-young-for-this.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675834291357656124/posts/default/6234536709424219822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675834291357656124/posts/default/6234536709424219822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/2010/01/too-young-for-this.html' title='too young for this'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537992150506334186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nX2HRGOJsxo/S4Qjqjk-hbI/AAAAAAAAACs/mmndM_OZH8A/S220/IMG_3081g.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675834291357656124.post-4793228525677595895</id><published>2009-11-04T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T10:44:25.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calatorie in timp.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;tau si imi beau ceaiul meu cu rom.E atat de bun.Imi aduce aminte de aroma timpului trecut.De ce am fost si am fi putut fi.Dar asta este deja trecutul apasator si irevocabil.Asta suntem noi si asa o sa ramanen de acum incolo.Asta este soarta, deja hotarata iar omul este un biet spectator la ea, cand ajunge sa spuna" nu a fost sa fie ".&lt;br /&gt;Dar daca am putea calatorii in trecut? eu personal as schimba ceva ? Nu. de ce ?Pentru ca tot ce sa intamplat m-a facut sa devin persoana de azi, cu bunele si cu relele mele.&lt;br /&gt;Sa vorbim despre ura...ce e ea si cu ce se mananaca? ura este un sentiment care exista , spre deosebire de iubire, si este foarte puternica, caci este mult mai usor sa urasti decat sa iubesti nu ? cu asta se hraneste neincetat natura umana...cu ura.&lt;br /&gt;Dar hai sa vorbim si despre dragoste...asta este ceva care nu exista cu adevarat, poti sa ai senzatia ca o dobandesti, dar este doar o impresie falsa..in final totul se termina nasol, asa ca mai bine ramanen la ura.&lt;br /&gt;Tu de partea cu esti a urii sau a iubirii? daca nu sti inca , este doar o chestiune de timp pana vei afla..&lt;br /&gt;Eu raman la ceaiul meu cu rom, la noiembrie al meu si din pacate si la...tine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675834291357656124-4793228525677595895?l=realworld09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/feeds/4793228525677595895/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/2009/11/calatorie-in-timp.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675834291357656124/posts/default/4793228525677595895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675834291357656124/posts/default/4793228525677595895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/2009/11/calatorie-in-timp.html' title='Calatorie in timp.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537992150506334186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nX2HRGOJsxo/S4Qjqjk-hbI/AAAAAAAAACs/mmndM_OZH8A/S220/IMG_3081g.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675834291357656124.post-5467937650562302836</id><published>2009-11-02T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T13:55:46.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In sfarsit postez si eu ceva nou...dupa 4 luni de neinspiratie...&lt;br /&gt;Ma intreb de ce trebuie ca prezentul si viitorul trebuie sa fie bantuite de fantomele trecutului?&lt;br /&gt;De ce cateodata te gandesti sa faci ceva si dupa aia zici ca nu are rost si nu mai faci acel lucru?&lt;br /&gt;De ce e mult mai usor sa urasti o persoana decat sa o iubesti?&lt;br /&gt;De ce sunt uneori atat de matura incat ma sperie...ma sperie trecutul..si viitorul...ma sperie ca sunt rationala, calculata..sau cateodata incerta si confuza..&lt;br /&gt;Ma sperie ca nu pot sa fac fata sentimentelor..care ma coplesesc cateodata...sunt schimbatoare ca vantul..&lt;br /&gt;In final raman fidela idealului meu..indiferent ce s-ar intampla&lt;br /&gt;Printre altele ma bucur ca e iarna (wow)..si ca vine Craciunul...ador atmosfera aceea calda..cu miros de scortisoara...cozonac...cu geamurile aburite...colinde...miros de brad...si familie..pe de alta parte nu ma bucur..se termina un an in care nu prea am realizat nimic (cred ca asta am scris si despre anul trecut..), incepe unul nou terifiant...si...nobody who loves me...but im sure that i will be fine...i am fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675834291357656124-5467937650562302836?l=realworld09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/feeds/5467937650562302836/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/2009/11/winter-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675834291357656124/posts/default/5467937650562302836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675834291357656124/posts/default/5467937650562302836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/2009/11/winter-post.html' title='Winter post.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537992150506334186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nX2HRGOJsxo/S4Qjqjk-hbI/AAAAAAAAACs/mmndM_OZH8A/S220/IMG_3081g.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675834291357656124.post-1866889059406822360</id><published>2009-07-09T17:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T18:04:01.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revelatii a.m</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Oare o sa fiu toata viata tipa aceea care isi va bea singura cafeaua, diminetiile tarzii, la cafeneaua de la coltul, la ultima masa de langa geam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;E adevarat, imi place sa privesc trecatorii, sa le observ gesturile, sa le simt emotiile..astea ma tin conectata la viata reala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Imi beau incet cafeaua, fierbinte si cu mult zahar...si un pic de lapte..si continui sa privesc prin geam...ce vad?chipuri..inexpresive, prefacute..pt ca nimeni in ziua de azi nu mai e impacat cu ego-ul sau incat sa se simte el si sa fie distins..nu, suntem niste oameni calculati in gesturi, miscari, argumente, trairi, emotii..parca ne este frica sa nu aratam prea mult...prea mult din noi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Imi aprind o tigara...ma simt libera, usoara ca o fantasma si ma privesc iarasi la trecatori..parca mi s-a schimbat viziunea total..acum ii vad pe toti fericiti, razand si purtandu-se haotic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Rad de mine? ca sunt eu? singura fiinta naturala..careia nu ii pasa de ceea ce creze lumea..este doar ea insasi?eu, pata de culoare, din paleta de nonculori, care se aseamana cu o tabla de sah?...imi sting tigarea si ma uit de data asta prin cafenea...revin cu picioarele pe pamant si imi dau seama ca a fost totul in inchipuirea mea..lumea a revenit la normal...o lume posomorata, suparata, frustrata, plina de probleme si de stres...iar se pare ca nici eu nu mai sunt exceptia de la regula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675834291357656124-1866889059406822360?l=realworld09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/feeds/1866889059406822360/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/2009/07/revelatii-am.html#comment-form' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675834291357656124/posts/default/1866889059406822360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675834291357656124/posts/default/1866889059406822360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/2009/07/revelatii-am.html' title='Revelatii a.m'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537992150506334186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nX2HRGOJsxo/S4Qjqjk-hbI/AAAAAAAAACs/mmndM_OZH8A/S220/IMG_3081g.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675834291357656124.post-3921568347661127148</id><published>2009-07-08T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T18:08:02.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To michael jackson[ R.I.P]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ceea ce scriu in aceasta postare vreau sa intre in atentia voastra.Este parerea mea despre viata lui Michael jackson.Chiar daca pana acum 3 zile nu eram un mare fan, am vazut mai multe documentare despre viata lui care m-au tulburat si m-au facut sa ma gandesc mai bine si mai profund la lumea in care traim.Una neinduratoare, ahtiata dupa bani, succes, castig, care calca peste cadavre si peste vietile oamenilor ca sa aiva de castigat.Asa a fost si cu Michael.&lt;br /&gt;Incepand cu copilaria, daca o putem numi asa pt ca nu a fost deloc una fericita, din partea tatalui sau primind batai surori cu moartea daca gresea vreun pas de dans cand repeta...sau fiind pus e o plita incinsa ca sa danseze, pt a capata rapiditate.&lt;br /&gt;Acest om nu a avut o copilarie...a muncit de la 6 ani, a repetat, a muncit nonstop ca sa fie un perfectionist pt ca asa a fost invatat de catre tatal sau.&lt;br /&gt;Ajungand o persoana matura si independenta, el nu s-a dorit asa.A dorit sa fie un copil...fiind in sufletul lui un copil de 12 ani.Asta din cauza copilariei pe care el practic nu a avut-o.Astfel a construit parcul de distractii neverland...unde gazduia copii grav bolnavi fara vreo sansa de supravietuire...care miraculos dupa cateva luni de stat acolo se vindecau...&lt;br /&gt;De asemenea fiind foarte apropiat de copii, acesta ii trata ca pe niste oaspeti foarte importanti, si copii doreau sa stea nonstop cu el..chiar si noaptea, asa ca il rugau sa doarma cu el in dormitor..acesta accepta culcandu-i pe copii in patul lui si el dormind pe podea.&lt;br /&gt;De aici scandalul din 1993, cum ca ar fi pedofil.Nu am crezut niciodata aceasta presupunere, deorece nu il vad pe michael in postura asta.&lt;br /&gt;Si acum 3 zile , pustiul care il acuzase de pedofilie , a declarat ca a fost pus de tatal sau sa minta pt a scoate bani de la artist, mai exact 20 de milioane de dolari, insa totul a fost fals si ii pare rau p c a facut...si ca nu a mai putut minti.Ok. bun si cu ce ne ajuta asta acum?prea tarziu...michael e mort...&lt;br /&gt;Cand ma gandesc ca daca nu exista capitolul asta din viata lui cu pedofilia, cred ca el ar fi trait bine mersi inca vreo 20 de ani...sanatos, fericit si impacat cu sine...dar asa distrus de presa...ce sa mai zicem.&lt;br /&gt;Sper doar ca Michael ii va ierta pe cei vinovati de acolo din rai si ca va fi mult mai fericit decat aici.&lt;br /&gt;In incheiere vreau sa zic un singur lucru, nu stiu pe cine am auzit aberan la tv ca a murit michael jackson asa si?trebuia sa se intample? adevarat da nu asa devreme.Ca va mai fi altul la fel de bun ca el in cativa ani.gresit nu va mai fi nimeni ca el niciodata.sunt sigura de asta.the king of pop a fost numai unul.&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P M.J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675834291357656124-3921568347661127148?l=realworld09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/feeds/3921568347661127148/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-michael-jackson-rip.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675834291357656124/posts/default/3921568347661127148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675834291357656124/posts/default/3921568347661127148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-michael-jackson-rip.html' title='To michael jackson[ R.I.P]'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537992150506334186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nX2HRGOJsxo/S4Qjqjk-hbI/AAAAAAAAACs/mmndM_OZH8A/S220/IMG_3081g.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675834291357656124.post-2206543707455411778</id><published>2009-06-16T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T15:56:35.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For my best friends Kim &amp; Anna</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In primu rand vreau sa va multumesc ca existati atat fizic cat si psihic in viata mea...daca nu erati voi nu stiu ce ma faceam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kim:multumesc ca imi asculti toate cacaturile si pasurile pana la epuizare , ca in final sa iti dai seama ca suntem in aceeasi situatie...ceea ce e ciudat..iti mai multumesc ca ma faci sa rad si ca ma intelegi si ca ma scoti din starile de cacat...iti multumesc ca esti tu si te admir ca poti sa faci asta:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anna:si tie iti multumesc ca imi asculti "problemele" si ca imi dai sfaturi, pt ca tu se intampal sa fi trecut prin situatiile astea mai demult si sti cum e...si intelegi ce simt..si tot timpul ajungem la aceleasi concluzii reale, pe care logic, nu le putem aplica :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ar mai fi muulte puncte de vedere pt care sa va multumesc...dar sunt mult prea multe..asa ca ma rezum la ceea ce e mai important...in final va multumesc ca existati in viata mea si ca ma acceptati asa cum sunt cu bune si cu rele..va iubesc :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675834291357656124-2206543707455411778?l=realworld09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nX2HRGOJsxo/S4Qjqjk-hbI/AAAAAAAAACs/mmndM_OZH8A/S220/IMG_3081g.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675834291357656124.post-2052218581970835735</id><published>2009-06-14T16:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T17:18:10.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacanta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Este  o noapte obisnuita de la inceputul verii...Lipsita de adieri, placuta, iar mirosul dulce-ametitor al teiului proaspat inflorit imi incanta simtul olfactiv(si nu, nu sunt al  doilea eminescu :))).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;A inceput vacanta de vara...ceea ce este si bine si rau din punctul meu de vedere...bine ca am terminat cu succes anul scolar si ca o sa ma relaxez..rau ca totusi o sa ma plictisesc in vacanta, o sa fie o rutina ametitoare...si bineinteles cand se va termina voi invata de dimineata si voi fi clasa a 11-a in care se duce luxul de a sta degeaba si va incepe toata nebunia pregatitoare bacului...:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;As zice ca viata mea este monotona, nu sa intamplat nimic nou sau semnificativ pana acum...doar ca am  realizat si mai bine niste chestii care nu vroiam sa le intelg, nu vroiam sa stiu de ele pana acum..si asta sper sa am ajute sa trec peste toate problemele din viata mea, handicapurile..sa vedem daca o sa fie asa, sau daca voi cadea iar in dulcele-amarui pacat al ignorantei de sine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Ma bucur ca am fost la mare 4 zile cu prietena mea cea mai buna si ca m-am distrat...sper sa se mai intample asta in aceasta vacanta...ma bucur ca am reluat legatura cu o veche prietena de care mi-a fost dor si cu care nu prea am vorbit in ultimele 6 luni...sper sa fie cum a fost inainte :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Sper sa ma distrez in vacanta asta...o sa merg si la B'estfest :D...o sa ies cu prietenii si sper sa fie bine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;O sa continui cu mai multe propuneri care mi le fac si pe care sper sa le indeplinesc:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Vreau sa fac sport si sa slabesc :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Vreau sa ies mai des cu prietenii i norash, parc etc si asa sa ne creem si o mai stransa legatura, sa socializam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Vreau sa mananc multe fructe.. :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Vreau sa citesc mai mult(Si deja am inceput sa fac asta...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Vreau sa merg la mai multe concerte, evenimente, filme in aer liber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Vreau sa apreciez cu adevarat pesoanele care merita&lt;br /&gt;-Vreau sa fac ceea ce imi vine mie primul lucru in cap, nu sa stau sa ma gandesc pana sa iau o solutie, gresita, deoarece la mine prima reactie, instictul, este cel corect si cel mai bun.&lt;br /&gt;-Vreau sa invat sa am inteleg pe mine si sa ma ajut, si dupa aia sa ii ajut pe altii&lt;br /&gt;-Vreau sa uit de trecutul meu, dureros si nesemnificativ pentru a mai fi tinut minte, si anumite persoane din el, la fel de insemnifiante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Astfel vreau sa incet o alta viata si sa fiu o noua persoana..dar totusi aceeasi eu in toamna numai ca mai inteligenta, mai dezghetata, mai plina de viata,mai aventuroasa, fara regrete, care sa zica "o fac si pe asta ce am de pierdut?", o persoana care sa nu se mai gandeasca la consecintele faptelor pe care le face atat de mult, sa nu mai am incredere atat de mare in oricine si sa fiu mai ambitioasa decat pana acum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Acestea fiind zise, ma inclin in fata voastra si va urez p vacanta placuta, o vara incendiara...si...noapte buna!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675834291357656124-2052218581970835735?l=realworld09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/feeds/2052218581970835735/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/2009/06/vacanta.html#comment-form' title='9 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675834291357656124/posts/default/2052218581970835735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675834291357656124/posts/default/2052218581970835735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/2009/06/vacanta.html' title='Vacanta.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537992150506334186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nX2HRGOJsxo/S4Qjqjk-hbI/AAAAAAAAACs/mmndM_OZH8A/S220/IMG_3081g.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675834291357656124.post-1976379290465737881</id><published>2009-05-23T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T11:19:20.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ganduri...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;In aceasta clipa ma gandesc la foarte multe lucruri..nici nu stiu despre ce sa scriu..daca sa scriu numai despre un lucru sau despre toate..mi-e ca daca scriu despre toate ma tine 100 d ani sau ca uit majoritatea , scunfundata in amintiri..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Dar sa incepem...ieri in timp ce eram in tramvai si am trecut peste gara de nord, am avut un sentiment ciudat, pe care nu l-am mai simtit...acel sentiment de liniste, de siguranta...in care gandeam asa:..nu conteaza cat timp trece si el tot al meu va fi..nu conteaza cand, unde si cum...conteaza ca asa va fi candva...dar apoi m-am gandit de unde stiu sigur k o sa fie?raspunsul?nu stiu.o stiu prin simplul fapt k simt chestia asta..nu pot explica mai multe..doar ca nu e chestia aia dorita si asa simti aiureli..ci numai ca asa simt eu firesc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Pot continua cu discutia de azi a mamei mele k mine, vrand sa imi deschide ochii pt a n oara...sa am grija sa termin liceu, sa intru la facultate...si in asta am simtit o liniste...pt k stiu k o sa intru desi nu prea pare asa acum...si bineinteles iar va ganditi k d unde stiu si iar va zic, ca simt asta si atat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Acum o ora am vazut un film despre un tip care a fost nevoit sa stea intr-un azil de nebuni 3 luni pt a nu ajunge la inchisoare...acolo a intalnit o fata care avea si ea drama vietii ei...s-a indragostit de ea, dar in acelasi timp isi mai facuse si un prieten care era si el indragostit de tipa..intr-un final tipa l-a ales pe tipul nostru nevinovat, sa il numim astfel...tipul celalalt nu a putut suporta infrangerea si sa sinucis...acum tragem concluziile, daca asistam, traim, simtit o dezamagire pana in maduva oaselor...ne zvarcolim de durere..numai putem sa simtit nimic dupa aceea, mai merita sa vedem partea plina a paharului sau sa ne dam batuti si sa murim?...eu am trecut prin asta desi  nu pare...si zic doar ca am trecut peste k greu si nu inca total...dar nu am renuntat sa sper.niciodata...si nu ma voi da batuta pana cand nu voi avea ce vreau eu..si cum voi vrea eu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Mi-a ramas intiparita in minte o replica din film, pe care o zicea tipu sanatos cand vorbea cu psihiatrul spitalului:...nu sti ce e aceea durerea...eu stiu mult mai multe decat tine...si nu pot sa o descriu cu cuvintele exacte...dar daca as putea, toti ne-am arunca pe geamuri de durere..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Asa zic si eu...nimeni nu poate sa inteleaga prin ce treci exact..poate ca daca ar putea, nu ar mai fi facut anumite lucruri..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;De asemenea...baiatul nostru o salveaza pe fata de la sinucidere spunadu-i ca o iubeste si ca va fi cu ea pentru intotdeauna..si ea il intreba: da de unde sti ca asa va fi?..si el: nu stiu, o simt..simt ca te iubesc si asa e...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Nu totul este rational si exact...nu simti totul ca asa trebuie, nu te intelegi tot timpul pt ca nu poti..te redescoperi, in fiecare zi...descoperi noi sentimente, noi senzatii...descoperi ca tii la o persoana si tii, indiferent de ce ti-a facut aceasta, ce iti face, cum se comporta cu tine si bine si rau...desi nu o intelegi tot timpul...doar banuiesti si gasesti doua alternative ale comportamentului sau si nu sti nici daca acestea sunt corecte...tot ce sti exact este ca asa e, trebuie sa fie...o sa inchei cu un citat destept cu care nu sunt chiar total de acord dar nu vreau sa  mai aberez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Danseaza...ca si cum nu te-ar vedea nimeni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Iubeste...ca si cum n-ai fost ranit niciodata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Canta...ca si cum nu te-ar auzi nimeni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Traieste ca si cum raiul este pe pamant"-soceza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675834291357656124-1976379290465737881?l=realworld09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/feeds/1976379290465737881/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/2009/05/ganduri.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675834291357656124/posts/default/1976379290465737881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675834291357656124/posts/default/1976379290465737881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/2009/05/ganduri.html' title='Ganduri...'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537992150506334186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nX2HRGOJsxo/S4Qjqjk-hbI/AAAAAAAAACs/mmndM_OZH8A/S220/IMG_3081g.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675834291357656124.post-6552060292269085471</id><published>2009-05-17T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T16:44:47.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Femei &amp; Barbati</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;In cele ce urmeaza o sa vb despre barbati si femei.Va zic de la inceput ca pt mn ambele sexe sunt egale si o sa va expun defectele lor din pct meu de vedere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Femeile sunt acele finte care vor prea mult sa ajute, sa fie in centrul atentiei, sa se simta iubite, cateodata exagerand..si nu pot sa inteleaga nevoia barbatiilor de libertate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Barbatii pe cealalta parte...au orgoliul acela prostesc si nu pot sa inteleaga femeile..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Foarte putini din cele doua specii isi dau seama de asta la timpu potrivit...cei mai mult fac asta prea tarziu..dar e mai bine decat niciodata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Ambele specii trebuie sa realizeze defectele reciproc si sa incerce sa fie intelegatori...doar nu traim intr-o lume perfecta...dar putem sa facem sa mearga totul ok si constant, daca realizam diferite lucruri..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Cum de alfel barbatii nu pot traii fara femei si nici femeile fara barbati..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Inchei aceasta postare deoarece nu prea mai am ganduri...am avut prea multe si acum mi-au ramas numai cateva...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675834291357656124-6552060292269085471?l=realworld09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/feeds/6552060292269085471/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/2009/05/femei-barbati.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675834291357656124/posts/default/6552060292269085471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675834291357656124/posts/default/6552060292269085471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/2009/05/femei-barbati.html' title='Femei &amp; Barbati'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537992150506334186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nX2HRGOJsxo/S4Qjqjk-hbI/AAAAAAAAACs/mmndM_OZH8A/S220/IMG_3081g.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675834291357656124.post-1766868889835710638</id><published>2009-05-10T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T15:12:11.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pitzipoance &amp; co.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Azi am avut marea idee sa merg in mol baneasa.Toate buna si frumoase pana sa ajung acolo.In acel loc, mirific, mi-am pierdut 2 ore din viata fara sa realizez nimic constructiv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Am luat parte, involuntar, la o discutie intre 2 pitzi...gen:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-fata nu am chef..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-dc fata, sper k nu esti suparata pe mn pt faza de ieri?!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-nu, fata, stai linistita...nu sunt suparata...ma oftic ca nu imi gasesc nimic de imbracat:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-fata, dar bluza aia pe care ai probat-o nu ti-a placut?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-nu, fata...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;De ajuns..m-am indepartat pt a nu ma contamina cu prostie..in continuare eram uimita de cate fitze au unele persoane, si cum se imbraca sau comporta in mol de parca ar fi nuj unde...ma rog..am mers in mai multe magazine..inafara de faptul ca totul era scump, f scump..nu mi-am gasit nimic de imbracat..nu k imi doream ft tare acest lucru pt a nu imi cheltuii banii , putini de care dispun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Am facut o alta gresala aceea de a ma duce la KFC, pt a manca..acolo la casa era o alta pitzi care comanda nuj ce...si:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-ce bautura doriti la meniu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-apa plata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-nu se poate apa la meniu.altceva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-la ce meniu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-la orice meniu...comanda-ti un suc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-bine pepsi da vreau si apa plata...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Am scapat repede pt k eu mi-am comandat rapid meniu si am "fugit" razand printre buze..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Acum ma gandesc la ziua de maine care va fi cel putin terifianta, cu teza la franceza la care ma declar multumita daca iau 2...cu ora de istorie...cu ora de bio...si atat...si ziua d marti va fi interesanta cu lucrarea la romana din vreo 8 opere pe care nu le stiu...frumos, nu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:georgia;" &gt;asta e viata mea, aia normala, lipsita de vraja lunii..si btw in seara asta nu pot sa imi privesc fantezia cu ochii larg deschisi pt k nu am ce sa fumez pe geam..si sa ma simt usoara si lipsita de griji pt 10 minute..but, that's it...bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675834291357656124-1766868889835710638?l=realworld09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/feeds/1766868889835710638/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/2009/05/pitzipoance-co.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675834291357656124/posts/default/1766868889835710638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675834291357656124/posts/default/1766868889835710638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/2009/05/pitzipoance-co.html' title='Pitzipoance &amp; co.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537992150506334186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nX2HRGOJsxo/S4Qjqjk-hbI/AAAAAAAAACs/mmndM_OZH8A/S220/IMG_3081g.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675834291357656124.post-7727561405325495494</id><published>2009-05-08T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T15:47:19.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Full moon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In seara asta e luna plina.Ador chestia asta.De ce?Pai, ma linisteste, simt ca parca ma intelege.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Stau pe balcon si imi savurez obisnuita tigara de dinaintea somnului.E placut afara si vantul imi adie prin par...ma simt libera, relaxata, calma si plina de forta.Ceea ce este foarte rar pt mn in mod paradoxal, obisnuit.Ma simt...lipsita de griji, vida si libera ca un fulg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nu gandesc, nu sper, nu sunt trista si nu vreau nimic nerealizabil...ci doar ma bucur ca sunt eu si atat.Ma bucur, sunt fericita, imi vine sa cant si sa dansez de fericire...suna ca un drog pt mine..dar noaptea si luna ma face mai puternica si increzatoare.Si asta imi place, chiar daca nu tine decat foarte putin si se intampla rar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Revin cu picioarele pe pamant si imi dau seama ca efectul sa dus..si apar efectele adverse.Realizez ca maine o sa fie o zi monotona, obositoare, plina de obisnuita eu..dar parca nu ma deranjeaza inca..asta pana cand o sa ma trezesc din dulcea-amara vraja a lunii pline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675834291357656124-7727561405325495494?l=realworld09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/feeds/7727561405325495494/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/2009/05/full-moon.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675834291357656124/posts/default/7727561405325495494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675834291357656124/posts/default/7727561405325495494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/2009/05/full-moon.html' title='Full moon.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537992150506334186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nX2HRGOJsxo/S4Qjqjk-hbI/AAAAAAAAACs/mmndM_OZH8A/S220/IMG_3081g.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675834291357656124.post-8786762168741164894</id><published>2009-05-08T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T05:58:32.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More about me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Available: partial all day :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Age: 16 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Annoyance: minciuna, prefacatoria, lasitatea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Allergic: prostie &amp;amp; minciuna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Animal: motan si caine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Actors : Chace Crawford, Robert Pattinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;B &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Beer: Salitos, Perroni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Birthday/Birthplace: 3 august 1992/Bucuresti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Best Friends: cativa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Body Part on opposite sex: ochii &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Best feeling in the world: Extazul :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Best weather: Briza marii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Been in Love: da...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Been on stage?: da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Believe in yourself?: da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Believe in life on other planets: Ne invadeaza omuletzii roz, deci da :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Believe in miracles: da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Believe in Magic: da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Believe in God: da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Believe in Satan: da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Believe in Santa: cum sa nu :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Believe in Ghosts/spirits: da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Believe in Evolution: Poate in involutie :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Car: Soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Candy: Acadele ciupa chiups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Color: Mov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Cried in school: Da, o data de nervi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Chocolate/Vanilla: Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Chinese/Mexican: chinese &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Cake or pie: cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Countries to visit: Japonia:|...etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Day or Night: night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Dream vehicle: Mercedes Slr 200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Danced: aha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Danced in the rain?: da :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Danced in the middle of the street?: da:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;E &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Eggs: fierte moi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Eyes: verzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Everyone has: insanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Ever failed a class?:nu:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;F &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- First crush: aaa demult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Full name: Niculici Andreea Cristina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- First thoughts waking up: Aceeasi rutina..vreau ceva nou! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Food: chinese food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Fruits: capsuni si cirese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;G &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Greatest Fear: nesiguranta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Giver or taker: both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Goals: Be yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Gum: Hubba Bubba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Get along with your parents?: da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Good luck charms: un inel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;H &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Hair Colour: Blond-nisipiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Height: 1.60&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Happy: fake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Holidays: life is a holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- How do you want to die: fast :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Hate: da ohoho :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;(In guys/girls) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Eye colour: verzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Hair Color: brunet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Height: 1.70&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Clothing Style: casual &amp;amp; funky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Characteristics: crazy, smart &amp;amp; funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Ice Cream: Fruit one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Instrument: chitara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;J &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Jewelry: da.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Job:psiholog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;K &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Kids: nu :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Kickboxing or karate: cara-te :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Keep a journal?: da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;L &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Longest Car Ride: nu stiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Love: exist?what is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Letter: a?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Love at first sight: da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Milk flavour: ciocolata &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Movie: comedy/horror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Mooned anyone?: aha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Marriage:nu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Motion sickness?: nu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- McD’s or KFC: KFC &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Number of Siblings: 0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Number of Piercings: 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Number: 3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Nickname: crisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- One wish: sa dau timpu inapoi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- One phobia: nereusita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Place you’d like to live: Viena sau Japonia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Pepsi/Coke: Nesstea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Q &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Quail: a?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Questionnaires: ca nu am alte idei..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Reason to cry: fara nr :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Reality T.V.: Mircea Badea :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Radio Station: Kiss fm si radio zu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Roll your tongue in a circle?: nu, gosh :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Song: acu:bobby mcferinn-Don't worry, be happy;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Shoe size: 37&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Slept outside: da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Seen a dead body?: da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Smoked?: da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Shower daily?: da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Sing well?: imi place sa cant dar nu am voce :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- In the shower?: nu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Swear?: depinde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Stuffed Animals?: a bear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Single/Group dates: single &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Strawberries/Blueberries: strawberries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Scientists need to invent: teleportarea, masina timpului si aparatu' care te face sa uiti chestiile neplacute :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Time for bed: 1 a.m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Thunderstorms: cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Touch your tongue to your nose?:nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;U &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Understanding:chiar prea..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;V &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Vegetable you hate: morcov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Vegetable you love: conopida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;W &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Weakness:fructele :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- When you grow up: i've been grow up deja...partial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Which one of your friends acts the most like you: Anna, cred :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Who makes you laugh the most: Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Worst feeling: nesiguranta, invinovatire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Wanted to be a model?: neah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Where do we go when we die: in iad logic :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Worst weather: 45 de grade :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Walk with a book on your head?: hbr nu am :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- X-Rays: pff :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Year it is now: unu de cacat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;-Yellow: mata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Z &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Zoo animal: lion:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;- Zodiac sign: LION:&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675834291357656124-8786762168741164894?l=realworld09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/feeds/8786762168741164894/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-about-me.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675834291357656124/posts/default/8786762168741164894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675834291357656124/posts/default/8786762168741164894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-about-me.html' title='More about me.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537992150506334186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nX2HRGOJsxo/S4Qjqjk-hbI/AAAAAAAAACs/mmndM_OZH8A/S220/IMG_3081g.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675834291357656124.post-6688087807142247481</id><published>2009-03-21T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T17:47:14.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ai simtit vreodata ca vrei sa uiti de tot...de trecut, de prezent, de viitor, de tine, de tot ceea ce te reprezinta, de tot ceea ce ai simtit, ce simti, bucurie, tristete, dezamagire si sa te afli intr-un alt loc, singur, doar tu si atat, fara nimic sau nimeni altcineva?...asta simt eu acum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nu vreau sa fiu genul acela de persoana care isi ineaca amarul intr-un pahar de vodka, stand intr-un bar si imbatundu-se, pentru ca asta nu inseamna fericire.Dar ce vorbesc eu despre ce inseamna fericire cand nici numai stiu ce este aceea..Pentru unele persoane, ca mine, le este foarte usor sa para fericite...dar nu e asa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Am ajuns in punctul in care numai stiu ce simt...numai stiu cum e sa simt anumite sentimente...am obosit sa fiu aici, inconjurata de temerile mele...si da, nu sunt nici persoana care sa faca lucrurile nebunesti, sa se arunce in valtoarea vietii..nu..sunt calculata, ma gandesc daca e bine sau nu sa fac un lucru, nu imi place sa risc...mai ales daca stiu ca nu o sa iasa nimic din asta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;As vrea sa pot face unele lucruri de genul acesta si viata sa ma surprinda, dar nu, nu pot...de ce?pentru ca asta sunt eu..cea care ajuta oamenii cu sfaturi excelente, le deschide ochii..dar nu ma pot ajuta pe mine...si m-am saturat sa zic, asta e, asa trebuie sa fie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Vreau ceva care sa ma faca acea persoana normala, dar stiu ca acel lucru exista si stiu si care este, nu se poate intampla...sunt iar acea persoana sigura de anumite lucruri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Asa ca...astept..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675834291357656124-6688087807142247481?l=realworld09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/feeds/6688087807142247481/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/2009/03/forget.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675834291357656124/posts/default/6688087807142247481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675834291357656124/posts/default/6688087807142247481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/2009/03/forget.html' title='Forget.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537992150506334186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nX2HRGOJsxo/S4Qjqjk-hbI/AAAAAAAAACs/mmndM_OZH8A/S220/IMG_3081g.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675834291357656124.post-5332740005488953609</id><published>2009-03-12T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T12:07:53.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O simpla constatare:))</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;O sa plec de la o simpla constatare...cand te nasti ai doua posibilitati: sa fi fata sau sa fi baiat.Daca esti fata e..bine.Daca esti baiat e si mai bine.De ce pt ca ai 2 posibilitati:sa nu faci armata sau sa faci armata.Daca nu faci armata e...bine, daca o faci e si mai bn.De ce?Pt ca ai 2 posibilitati: sa nu se declanseze un razboi sau sa se declanseze.Daca nu se declanseaza e bn, dar daca se declanseaza e si mai bine.Dc?pt ca exista doua posibilitati:sa nu mori sau sa mori...daca nu mori e bine..daca mori e si mai bine..de ce?Pt ca exista 2 posibilitati:sa ajungi la groapa comunala de gunoi sau la la fabrica de sapun facut din oameni..daca ajungi la groapa de gunoi e bine, daca ajungi la groapa de sapun e si mai bn..De ce?Pt ca exista 2 posibilitati sa ajungi sapun barbatesc sau de dama...Daca ajungi sapun barbatesc...e bine..daca ajungi sapun de dama e si mai bine...dc?pt ca exista 2 posibilitati sa ajungi in partea de sus a corpului femeii sau in partea de jos...daca ajungi la partea de sus e bn..daca ajungi la partea de jos inseamna ca ai ajuns de unde te-ai nascut!=))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675834291357656124-5332740005488953609?l=realworld09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/feeds/5332740005488953609/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-simpla-constatare.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675834291357656124/posts/default/5332740005488953609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675834291357656124/posts/default/5332740005488953609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-simpla-constatare.html' title='O simpla constatare:))'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537992150506334186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nX2HRGOJsxo/S4Qjqjk-hbI/AAAAAAAAACs/mmndM_OZH8A/S220/IMG_3081g.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675834291357656124.post-2168482239172160315</id><published>2009-03-07T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T15:08:53.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rutina.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Da, rutina este un cuvant bun pt ce se intampla cu mine in ultimul timp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Ma trezesc dimineata prea tarziu, ajung prea tarziu la sc,la sc plictiseala...ma duc acasa...nu invat...net, messenger pana la 1 noaptea si iar o iau de la capat ziua urmatoare.Da, vreau sa schimb ceva, sa fie totul altfel, dar poate nu am vointa necesara.Sau poate ca nu gasesc rostul.cn stie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Azi am ieist cu prietena mea Anna sa ne plimbam si am intrat si intr-un magazin asa "accidental", de unde mi-am luat 4 perechi de incaltari, nice nu?Am fost si am mancat sanatos cate o prajitura si am incununat totul cu succes cu tigara de baza..acum sunt acasa si ma pregatesc pt ultima zi din weekend si pt o saptamana la fel de monotona ca si pana acum...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Nu te-ai saturat si tu de monotonia din viata ta?nu vrei sa schimbi totul in ceva nou, dar nu poti?e..asta simt eu acum...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Astept sa apare acel element nou care sa imi schimbe catusi de putin viatza...nb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675834291357656124-2168482239172160315?l=realworld09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/feeds/2168482239172160315/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/2009/03/rutina.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675834291357656124/posts/default/2168482239172160315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675834291357656124/posts/default/2168482239172160315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/2009/03/rutina.html' title='Rutina.'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537992150506334186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nX2HRGOJsxo/S4Qjqjk-hbI/AAAAAAAAACs/mmndM_OZH8A/S220/IMG_3081g.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675834291357656124.post-7024746785419367850</id><published>2009-03-06T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T16:44:00.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;In sfarsit postez ceva nou...nu prea am mai avut timp sa fac asta in ultimul timp dar destule idei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Am trecut peste dragobete cu bine :))..ma rog nu prea a interesat pe nimeni subiectu.In fine.Am patruns in copilaria unei prietene mancand mentosan, bombonele si fumand tigari la bucata, si mi-am dat seama ca sa fi copil este  o oportunitate unica in viata.Chestia asta peste care treci fara sa iti dai seama, si vrei sa scapi de ea foarte repede[Si dupa aia nu intelegi dc si o vrei inapoi...:(]..este cea mai frumoasa si importanta parte a vietii..si...nu se mai intoarce niciodata inapoi.Deci cu asta ramai..cu amintirile si nimic altceva..cu clipele frumoase si senine din trecut...si sti ca asa ceva nu o sa mai ai..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Pe de alta parte, se zice ca dragostea vietii tale este numai una...eu zic ca mi-am consumat-o mult prea devreme..dar, who knows, poate nu a fost aceea si inca stau in asteptare...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Mi-am facut prieteni noi(Guys normal...ma inteleg mai bn cu ei decat cu fetele..), ceea ce e foarte bine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Urasc o persoana neconditionat, si pe zi ce trece ma face sa o urasc si mai mult(Apropo e o "ea", ca sa nu se inteleaga prostii)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Ma inteleg foarte bine cu "ma friends" si Anna pleaca doua saptamani in Franta(Ce fac fara ea atata timp :)):-?)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Cu scoala merge ok luand note pana acu peste 5...si media la sport e incheiata, in sfarsit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Cam atat...pa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675834291357656124-7024746785419367850?l=realworld09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/feeds/7024746785419367850/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/2009/03/new.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675834291357656124/posts/default/7024746785419367850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675834291357656124/posts/default/7024746785419367850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/2009/03/new.html' title='new'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537992150506334186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nX2HRGOJsxo/S4Qjqjk-hbI/AAAAAAAAACs/mmndM_OZH8A/S220/IMG_3081g.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675834291357656124.post-5477771204075803890</id><published>2009-02-14T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T15:44:00.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A trecut si "V Gay"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pai, a trecut si V' dayu', and i'm still alive!:))...ziua a fost neasteptat de ok, bn inafara unui eveniment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Am mers cu Anna la un film romanesc ciudat, unde am inghetat in cinematograf, dupa aia am mers la minunata expozitie dedicata Sf.Valentin,unde am stat 5 min pt k era mult prea mica si libidinoasa treaba.Ne-am intalnit k mai multi la tnb si am mers in valea regilor la narghilea(Ft buna:X).In drum spre casa mi sa facut rau si am borat, nush dc...probabil de la excesul de libidinosenii.Si da, i feel proud!,I've really throw up on Valentine's day :X:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In curand astept cu interes dragobetele, tot o sarbatoare libidinoasa dar pe care o tolerez si o respect pt ca totusi e a noastra...dar nu e ok nici asta...in fine, cam atat pt azi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675834291357656124-5477771204075803890?l=realworld09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/feeds/5477771204075803890/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/2009/02/trecut-si-v-gay.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Alta zi penibil de monotona si la fel cu celelalte a trecut, parca pe nesimtite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Repede, sigur si irevocabil.M-am trezit prea tarziu, am plecat prea tarziu la scoala, dar am ajuns exact la timp.Mi-am luat tigari de la magazinul de langa scoala.La ore a fost o plictiseala totala, in pauza la fel...dar au fost si cateva elemente noi:).Am luat 282 spre casa ca de obicei, dar am mers cu amicul meu Andrei si cu prietena mea cea mai buna, kim, la o cafenea.Am plecat prea tarziu d acolo si am ajuns acasa pe la ora 20:20.Miroseam ingrozitor a tigari si mama m-a intrebat unde am fost.Nicaieri.Mi-am facut baie dupa care m-am uitat la Mircea Badea.Acum imi dau seama ca maine am test la istorie si eu nu am invatat nimic, ca deobicei...dar maine o sa am timp sa invat o ora si sper sa iau o nota ok..om vedea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Acestea fiind spuse, guten nacht.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675834291357656124-5320382761674847328?l=realworld09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/feeds/5320382761674847328/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-usual-day.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675834291357656124/posts/default/5320382761674847328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675834291357656124/posts/default/5320382761674847328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-usual-day.html' title='Another usual day'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537992150506334186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nX2HRGOJsxo/S4Qjqjk-hbI/AAAAAAAAACs/mmndM_OZH8A/S220/IMG_3081g.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675834291357656124.post-4433834831881418041</id><published>2009-02-09T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T01:01:18.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prima zi de "tortura"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;A trecut si prima zi de scoala.E adevarat, nu a fost chiar asa de terifianta pe cat as fi crezut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Totul a fost aproape normal...si dc spun aproape?..pt ca un element nou a intrat in circuitul normal al lucrurilor...nu va spun despre ce este vorba, va las sa banuiti.O fi din cauza vremii sau din cauza unei persoane..nu stiu, asta e cert.Astept sa vedem ce se petrece zilele urmatoare si abia astept weekendu' in ciuda faptului ca o sa fie acaparat total de V'Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;ciao:*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675834291357656124-4433834831881418041?l=realworld09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/feeds/4433834831881418041/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/2009/02/prima-zi-de-tortura.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675834291357656124/posts/default/4433834831881418041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675834291357656124/posts/default/4433834831881418041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/2009/02/prima-zi-de-tortura.html' title='Prima zi de &quot;tortura&quot;'/><author><name>C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00537992150506334186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nX2HRGOJsxo/S4Qjqjk-hbI/AAAAAAAAACs/mmndM_OZH8A/S220/IMG_3081g.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675834291357656124.post-6237822174786845270</id><published>2009-02-08T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T14:56:44.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semestrul 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Da si cica maine incepe al doilea semestru de scoala...palpitant, nu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In acest semestru trebuie sa trag tare, dar dupa cum ma cunosc foarte bn deja parca vad ca nu o sa o fac:)).&lt;br /&gt;Prima zi de scoala este una nasoala...trebuie sa ma trezesc la 9, ceea ce dupa o saptamana in care m-am culcat la 4 dimineata si m-am trezit minim la 2 dupaamiaza, pare destul de greu din prima.Orele de astfel sunt jalnice, patetice si ingrozitoare.Primele 2 ore sunt de franceza in care probabil o sa mor de plictiseala sau o sa am o durere puternica de cap din cauza unor exercitii pe care nu stiu sa le rezolv.Continuam apoteotic cu o ora de istorie(Ma abtin sa zic ceva de aceasta materie, doar sper ca o sa fie ok), una de sport (in care trebuie sa vorbesc cu nebuna aia de profa sa imi incheie situatia), una de biologie(ora ok, slava cerului) si ultima ora de fizica(ora ok iar).Ma bucur nespus ca scap la 17:15, macar atat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dar poate exista si motive de bucurie...o sa fie ceva care sa imi ocupe toata ziua si o sa vad anumite persoane....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Acestea fiind spuse, va zic "noapte buna" si succes, sa treceti cu brio proba primei zile de sc, "tortura"ei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675834291357656124-6237822174786845270?l=realworld09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/feeds/6237822174786845270/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/2009/02/da-si-cica-maine-incepe-al-doilea.html#comment-form' title='0 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DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hmmm pai sa incepem in forta.Vine Valentine's Day...ce dracu mai e si cu sarbatoarea asta nu stiu.Nici macar nu este una traditionala ci preluata de la americani.&lt;br /&gt;Trecem peste asta.Dar cui ii place sa vada magazine pline de inimioare roz sau rosii libidinoase, cani, ursuletzi, expozitii sau mai stiu eu ce minuni, astfel devenind o chestiune foarte buna ca marketing.&lt;br /&gt;Ma rog, si cum, iubirea "pluteste in aer", trebuie sa fi martor la nenumarate dovezi ale ei: declaratii penibile, cadouri penibile, emisiune penibile, in fond totul penibil.Fortarea cu care este sarbatorita aceasta zi, mi se pare tulburatoare.Si de ce sa existe o zi a celebrarii iubirii cand aceasta trebuie sa fie prezenta in fiecare zi.Gen "Iubito uite ce ti-am luat azi de V'day" sau "Te iubesc ca e V'day"...nu e chiar asa de simplu.Asta ar trebuii sa fie un lucru normal, poate chiar o rutina.E atat de fortat totul incat da in penibil...deci, profitati de aceasta zi pt ca ele o sa va iubeasca mai mult chiar daca a doua zi o sa gresiti, chiar daca tot timpul va purtati indiferent si rece fara motiv, dar de V'Day totul ia o alta culoare: A "dragostei!"&lt;br /&gt;Acestea fiind spuse, imi inchei pledoaria anti Sf.Valentin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675834291357656124-2728474597171371295?l=realworld09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/feeds/2728474597171371295/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://realworld09.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-gay-not-day.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675834291357656124/posts/default/2728474597171371295'/><link 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