<?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-3579165537056907668</id><updated>2012-01-13T18:46:37.798+02:00</updated><category term='timp'/><category term='incapatanare'/><category term='principiul blog-ului'/><category term='teze'/><category term='fericire'/><category term='gat'/><category term='filme cu vampiri'/><category term='tristete'/><category term='drog'/><category term='inghet'/><category term='furie'/><category term='nimic'/><category term='meci'/><category term='consiliul elevilor'/><category term='accident motoare'/><category term='aer sufocant'/><category term='brunet cu ochii verzi'/><category term='nu ma indragostesc'/><category 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term='weekend'/><category term='blog'/><category term='vis'/><category term='senzatii'/><category term='planuri pentru noul an'/><category term='cocalari'/><category term='passion'/><category term='viata noua'/><category term='zambete'/><category term='semafor'/><category term='indiferenta'/><category term='asteptat'/><category term='teama'/><category term='caldura'/><category term='dragostea nu este un sentiment trecator'/><category term='un gand bun de craciun'/><category term='talisman'/><category term='Londra'/><category term='povestioare'/><category term='ploaie'/><category term='concursuri'/><title type='text'>InGeRaS ReBeL</title><subtitle type='html'>Cineva-mi spunea sa iubesc,
Sa-i fac pe plac?
Nu ma indragostesc...
   Nici daca ma impusca cupidon in cap!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-1833729772607461843</id><published>2012-01-07T18:59:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T20:00:22.511+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schimbare climei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='furtuna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='principiul blog-ului'/><title type='text'>Last night..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;03:05 noaptea asta e asa de zgomotoasa incat nu ma lasa nici sa-mi aud gandurile, nu sunt sigura daca acesta este un lucru bun sau nu. Ummm..furtuna de afara trezeste in mine un sentiment extrem de ciudat, placut totusi :-? . Am incercat si varianta castilor, dar nu a fost tocmai ok, simt furtuna cum imi bubuie in geamuri parca incercand sa le sparga si sa ajunga la mine, ciudat, stiu! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nu prea am inspiratie la ora asta, dar daca tot nu pot dormi... God!!!! desi furtuna isi face de cap, urland si bubuind la propriu, parca e o liniste care ma asurzeste, e imposibil sa intelegi asta, nici eu nu prea pot, doar ca simt. Dupa cum spuneam si mai sus, e asa de greu sa pot explica sentimentul asta, mai repede as rezolva o problema la mate ceea ce este extrem de dificil pentru o persoana paralela cu matematica :)) sa revin la furtuna care nu ma lasa sa dorm? Nu de alta, dar nici glumele nu-mi ies la ora asta... Ok, nu vreau ploaie, vreau sa ies din casa si sa vad totul alb si sa inghet automat, sa simt gerul acela aspru cum imi ingheata sangele,geamurile aburite, toata atmosfera aceea care te face sa vrei sa stai in casa la o ciocolata calda si sa povestesti dupa ce te-ai jucat prin zapada cateva ore; de ce e natura asa suparata pe noi? Eu am atatea raspunsuri la aceasta intrebare incat as umple vreo 5 foi, dar nu este nimeni interesat de acest subiect, lucru care ma intristeaza oribil pentru ca vad zilnic cum se schimba totul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Am scris si eu in sfarsit pe blog si stiu ca absenta mea ma costa numarul cititorilor si poate unii cred ca numai am chef de blog si tot dau vina pe timp, meh, momentan am revenit sa vorbim despre NIMIC, principiul pe care mi-am facut blog-ul care dupa cum spuneam de la inceput nu are sens (vezi totusi ca-l citesti:)) ) si cand l-am facut nu m-am gandit nici macar o secunda ca o sa am persoane care imi vor spune "De ce numai scrii pe blog?", "Mai posteaza si tu ceva.", "Blog-ul tau e mort?", "Cand primim continuarea de la X povestioara?", "Imi place cum gandesti, spune-mi cand mai pui ceva nou.":)) si pentru ca nu am avut niciodata ocazia sa va spun, o sa zic acum ca va multumesc enorm, chiar daca nu arat, ma bucur..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Uuuuu...e 03:52, merg sa fac pace cu furtuna si sa ma indragostesc de ea in vis!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-1833729772607461843?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/1833729772607461843/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2012/01/last-night.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/1833729772607461843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/1833729772607461843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2012/01/last-night.html' title='Last night..'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-722713470900326285</id><published>2011-12-31T13:10:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T14:48:41.702+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tot mai sus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just smile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zambete'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><title type='text'>La multi ani, 2012!:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Da, scriu pe blog si sunt sigura ca sunteti mirati, dar sunt in vacanta (e atat de bine, dar simt ca dupa 2 zile incepe agitatia:-&amp;lt;).&lt;br /&gt;Au inceput urarile pentru noul an care se apropie, am primit multe mesaje care imi sugereaza sa raman in viata :)) ok, sa zic ca-s amuzante, eu va doresc un an plin de realizari si multe multe muuuulte zambete pentru ca asa zisul "sfarsit" nu-i aici.&lt;br /&gt;La sfarsit de an se face bilantul, nu? Eu pot spune ca am facut ce-mi propusesem anul trecut (nu chiar tot, dar ma uitam pe lista si e acceptabila). Pentru mine a fost un an foarte plin, dar foarte frumos si special, cred ca am trecut prin toate starile existente (sau nu:-??), a fost si un an trist deoarece din viata mea au plecat persoane la care tineam foarte mult si am invatat ca trebuie sa profit de viata cat am timp, ca lucrurile materiale nu conteaza si ca suntem extrem de fragili, in fine..sper ca acolo langa ingeri sa le fie mai bine.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru 2012 am planuri marete si chiar daca o sa fie foarte greu, tin sa cred ca pot sa realizez tot. Ma gandeam aseara de exemplu ce-as putea sa fac ca intr-o zi sa-i vad pe toti zambind, tot orasul zambind, doar un vis? Hmm..greu? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;JUST SMILE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!:)&lt;br /&gt;Imi cer scuze persoanelor pe care le-am suparat anul asta si stiu ca orgoliul meu e asa de mareeee, dar stiti ca sunt foarte impulsiva, sper sa nu uitati ca va iubesc pe toti si va multumesc ca ati fost alaturi de mine chiar daca urmam sa fac o prostie, iar pe toti prietenii mei care au spus ca i-am uitat stiti ca va iubesc si va multumesc ca m-ati inteles (timpul meu liber e...nu e).&lt;br /&gt;Desi a fost un an plin, simt ca nu am facut destul (niciodata multumita, stiu), anul acesta urmeaza sa fie si mai special si sper sa ajung &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;TOT MAI SUS&lt;/span&gt;, ceea ce va doresc si voua din tot sufletul si nu uitati &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;SMILE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s : Numai copiati mesaje de pe net, deja ne-am plictisit de ele cu totii,  macar anul acesta sa fim originali si simpli!:)&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/3579165537056907668-722713470900326285?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/722713470900326285/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2011/12/la-multi-ani-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/722713470900326285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/722713470900326285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2011/12/la-multi-ani-2012.html' title='La multi ani, 2012!:)'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-7160252466669001556</id><published>2011-12-24T17:40:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T17:43:21.552+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas! ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CRACIUN FERICIT TUTUROR! Sa aveti clipe de neuitat alaturi de cei dragi, sa va aduca Mosul tot ce va doriti si sa va coloreze sarbatorile cu multe zambete!♥&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-7160252466669001556?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/7160252466669001556/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/7160252466669001556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/7160252466669001556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas! ♥'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-4594972586855340227</id><published>2011-11-13T19:17:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T20:15:39.408+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='despartire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>"Mereu am dreptate!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- M-ai alungat!Si nu-i nevoie sa-mi spui ca nu ma vei primi inapoi vreodata, stiu asta!&lt;br /&gt;- Tu nu stii nimic. Niciodata nu te-am alungat din suflet, mi-ai lasat doar cicatrici, dar acolo nu pot umbla..inca il ranesti fara sa-ti pese. Vreau doar sa pleci, sa nu te mai vad! De-ai putea uita ca am existat...&lt;br /&gt;- Te iubesc!&lt;br /&gt;- Hmhmm...ok. Daca crezi ca voi repeta greseala de-a te ierta din nou te inseli. Uite ca pot, baby. Priveste-ma cu atentie! &lt;br /&gt;- ...&lt;br /&gt;- (Ras sarcastic) Ochii aia mari sunt asa frumosi cand sunt uimiti. Da, este adevarat, sunt imuna acum. Nu poti sa-mi mai faci nimic. Fata asta perfecta, zambetul tau care inca-i dulce, ochisorii tai mari, gropitele astea pe care le faci cand zambesti copilaresc, parul tau ciufulit...hmmm, nu! sunt sigura ca numai au efect asupra mea.&lt;br /&gt;- Te iubesc!&lt;br /&gt;- Ma faci sa rad din nou. Sunt un copil inca, dar totusi nu-s asa naiva sa te cred. Tu habar n-ai ce semnifica acest "te iubesc!". Ai terminat cu drama?&lt;br /&gt;- ...&lt;br /&gt;- Ce faci? Tu chiar crezi ca ma impresionezi cu acele lacrimi? Hai sa fim seriosi..&lt;br /&gt;- Te iubesc, intelege asta!&lt;br /&gt;- Offf, esti asa de incapatanat, ai inceput sa-mi dai dureri de cap. Nu-i o razbunare, vreau doar sa termin cu circul asta pe care-l numesti tu "dragoste" si "te iubesc". De la tine am invatat sa fiu imuna la "dragoste". De cate ori am plans spunandu-ti "te iubesc"? Pfiuu.. ai uitat? O sa uit si eu. Se face tarziu, vreau sa ajung acasa! La revedere!&lt;br /&gt;- Daaa! Esti o lasa, fugi de iubire, ti-e frica! Nu stii sa iubesti. Nu vreau sa te mai vad! Nu te mai iubesc.&lt;br /&gt;- Toata dragostea mea s-a transformat in mila. Sper sa nu invat niciodata sa iubesc daca asta-i iubire. Vezi ca la fix ai intalnire, noua ta prietena e pe drum, mi-a dat un sms tocmai mie. E asa fericita! Ma vad pe mine la inceput. Cata ironie, nu-i asa? Macar de ea sa ai grija, o sa-i dau un mesaj cu "Succes!", o sa aiba cea mai mare nevoie. Sper sa te faca sa intelegi ce-i cu "dragostea".&lt;br /&gt;- Te iubesc!&lt;br /&gt;- Am devenit imuna si la glumele tale. Nu pot sa mai rad.&lt;br /&gt;- O sa-ti para rau!&lt;br /&gt;- Da, o sa-mi para rau cand te voi vedea maine cu ea de mana, dar stii de ce? Mi'e mila de ea. In maxim 3 saptamani ajunge la depresie. Stiu! Esti convins ca-mi plange sufletul, ca imi este dor, desi inca esti aici. Nu pot nega, dar lasa, imi va trece. Mi-e frica pentru tine! Te-ai jucat si te joci cu focul, o sa te arzi si tu! Bafta pentru atunci! Pfiuu, 10 minute in plus irosite pe tine, am intarziat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ea pleaca grabita plangand fara ca el s-o vada. El ramane pe acea banca. Ii cade o lacrima "Ma doare?! Oare despre asta vorbea? Chiar imi pasa? Chiar o iubesc? Chiar am pierdut-o?!". Telefonul incepe sa-i sune, primise un mesaj "Mereu am dreptate.". Era de la ea. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-4594972586855340227?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/4594972586855340227/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2011/11/mereu-am-dreptate.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/4594972586855340227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/4594972586855340227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2011/11/mereu-am-dreptate.html' title='&quot;Mereu am dreptate!&quot;'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-5344667777652498009</id><published>2011-10-15T23:21:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T00:30:55.266+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liceu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let&apos;s do it Romania'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacanta'/><title type='text'>Am revenit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heiiiii! Nu stiu cu ce sa incep, probabil ca ar trebui cu niste scuze pentru cititorii mei care asteptau nerabdatori aceasta postare si dupa cum mi-au spus mai multi, le era dor de mine. Sincer, nu ma asteptam sa-mi spuna atatea persoane sa mai scriu ceva pe blog, chiar nu-mi vine sa cred. A trecut foarte mult timp de cand nu am mai scris nimic, din prima mea zi de vacanta mai exact. Sa va spun putin despre vacanta (de care mi-e extrem de dor). Am stat o luna si jumatate in Italia unde m-am distrat foarte mult (nu dau detalii pentru ca ma apuca o stare de nostalgie si pentru ca nu vreau sa scriu romane in seara asta:]]), apoi m-am intors in Romania, dar nu sigura ci cu varul meu. In postarea anterioara povesteam despre zborul spre Italia care a fost perfect pe langa cel de intoarcere. A fost pentru prima oara cand m-a luat somnul in avion si m-am trezit si eu si Bogdan intr-o zona "agitata" cu foarte multe turbulente care ne-a cam dat palpitatii :)) (doar putin). Pentru cateva momente am avut impresia ca merg cu un tractor pe camp.&lt;br /&gt;In fine...in Romania nu am facut nimic deosebit, am stat mai mult pe acasa cu Bogdan, pe la bunici, pe la prieteni, am fost intr-o seara la un curs de resuscitare pe stadionul Dinamo, unde tara noatra a reusit sa bata un record de "persoane pregatite sa salveze vieti" sau ceva de genul, nu-mi mai amintesc exact, oricum am intrat in Cartea Recordurilor. Siiiiiiiiiii....&lt;br /&gt;Am inceput scoala. Primele saptamani au fost groaznice, visam doar teste initiale, profesori noi si boboci urati. Mi-e dor de clasele de a XII-a care erau langa noi desi ne tachinam noi mereu. Mi-e dor de prietenii care sunt la facultate acum, e gol liceul fara ei, nici acum nu m-am obisnuit!Of! Si sa nu uit trezitul de dimineata care-i groaznic, n-o sa fim niciodata prieteni. Si muzicaaa aia de dimineata din autobuz, awww, doare numai cand ma gandesc (mp3-ul meu nu face fata). &lt;br /&gt;Acum parca-i mai bine, au inceput notele, proiectele, concursurile, zecile de carti de citit:)). Anul asta a trebuit sa-mi cumpar si manuale + culegeri. Ehe..scumpa viata de licean, dar si draguta. Incep si petrecerile:&gt;, vineri ma duc la balul bobocilor ca am niste activitati pe acolo cu echipa de la IMPREUNA, sambata - ziua Anei, deci club, apoi Halloween, MISS Boboc:)), majorat Georgi si nu stiu ce mai urmeaza.&lt;br /&gt;Activitati de cand am inceput liceul nu prea am avut cu exceptia "Let's do it, Romania" unde a fost super, am curatat tot portul, dar ne-am si distrat si am mai avut de ziua educatiei de impartit pliante si sticle de apa, cu echipa de la IMPREUNA din nou. &lt;br /&gt;In concluzie pot spune ca inca sunt in viata si am incercat sa va fac un scurt rezumat despre ce-am facut in ultima perioada:)). &lt;br /&gt;Sper ca nu v-am plictisit prea tare cu primul meu post dupa atata vreme si revin cu noutati si probabil si cu ceva "povestioare". Daaarrr, nu va ganditi ca o sa am timp sa scriu zilnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. In vacanta nu am scris pe blog ca nu prea am stat la pc, am profitat de caldura:d. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-5344667777652498009?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/5344667777652498009/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2011/10/am-revenit.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/5344667777652498009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/5344667777652498009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2011/10/am-revenit.html' title='Am revenit...'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-5502063290001362868</id><published>2011-06-14T16:24:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T17:15:10.071+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zbor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baneasa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blue air'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bergamo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alpii'/><title type='text'>Oficial vacanta (pentru mine)...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunt in Italia (cred ca pot spune in sfarsit. Sa va povestesc prima mea zi aici. La 4 eram in drum spre aeroport, la 7:20 aveam plecarea, trebuia sa ajung cu 2 ore inainte in aeroport (nu stiu de ce, sa ma plictisesc groaznic probabil). In fine, ajung in aeroport pe la 5:20, am mers direct la poarta unde se facea check-in, am stat acolo in jur de 10 minute, am avut palpitatii din cauza bagajului care a avut 19,7 kg si aveam voie doar cu 20, eu nici nu m-am uitat pana cand nu am vazut ca e ok, eram sigura ca am mai mult de 20 kg, dar..norocul meu! Dupa toate astea am mers intr-o sala de asteptare destul de naspa, a fost prima data cand am plecat de pe Baneasa si nu mi-a placut deloc. Daca ar fi sa fac o comparatie intre Otopeni si Baneasa...:-j In fine, m-am asezat pe un scaun din acela stiind ca voi mai avea 2 ore de asteptat...si asteapta, asteapta, asteapta. In timp ce asteptam s-au remarcat niste tipi din Londra, foarte cool toti, faceau turul Europei or smth like that. Ahh, gata cu ei..:X S-au mai remarcat o tanti care ma intreba ce inseamna decolarea si aterizarea si..daca noi trecem prin ambele etape, era foarte funny batranica, era primul ei zbor si imi punea multe intrebari. Am mai observat niste calugarite pe acolo care m-au intrebat daca am emotii si imi spuneau ceva de Dumnezeu. In general a fost plictiseala, asteptatul este plictisitor in general (pt. mine).&lt;br /&gt;Au trecut cele 2 ore si iata ca ne indreptam spre portile de unde urma sa luam autobuzele spre avion. Am gasit locurile si am asteptat iar pentru ca ... au fost probleme, cineva se asejase pe un loc gresit si au inceput sa se certe aiurea in jur de 30 de minute, motiv pentru care avionul a avut o intarziere de o ora, fuck!&lt;br /&gt;Zborul a fost destul de ok, mai putin faptul ca o tipa din Galati care avea in jur de 30 de ani mi-a povestit viata ei si lucruri absolut neinteresante (gen lacul ei de unghii a costat 5 lei, wtf?) timp in care mama dormea, iar eu aprobam plictisita. De obicei daca nu pun intrebari nu sunt interesata de subiect, dar nu puteam sa-i spun sa taca desi ma dispera la un moment dat. La aterizare, iar au fost probleme pentru ca o doamna a facut scandal ca ea nu-si pune jos (la picioare) geanta de mana, ca nu se parabuseste avionul pentru ea si alte prostii si toti aveau nevoie la baie, chiar atunci....aaaa sa mentionez si 2 copii mici care urlau. Dragilor lasati-va de avion sau conformati-va! Peisajele au compensat insa aceste mici incidente, din geografia mea minima am reusit sa remarc Alpii. Superb!   &lt;br /&gt;Cu acea intarziere de o ora am ajuns ...aer, mult aer!Am aterizat pe Bergamo, am mai mers o ora cu masina pana in Cremona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si cam atat momentan.Imi cer scuze pentru eventualele greseli, nu sunt obisnuita cu tastatura asta. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-5502063290001362868?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/5502063290001362868/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2011/06/oficial-vacanta-pentru-mine.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/5502063290001362868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/5502063290001362868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2011/06/oficial-vacanta-pentru-mine.html' title='Oficial vacanta (pentru mine)...'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-2017778165305264405</id><published>2011-05-26T21:13:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T22:03:59.834+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cocalari'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantani arteziene'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caldura topeste creiere'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scalda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concursuri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clasele de a12a'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ultimul clopotel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puradei'/><title type='text'>Caldura topeste creiere!:))</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;De cand a venit caldura ne'a cam pierit cheful de scoala in ciuda faptului ca este cea mai nasoala perioada, am dat tezele, acum urmeaza alte note, medii; suferinta e mare, cei mari ne parasesc maine (clasele de a XII-a):)), concursuri sunt...of! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si totusi, ce ne facem cu caldura? Prin Oltenita deja am observat cateva "solutii": zilele trecute eram prin parculet si lenevind pe acolo am observat niste "puradei" care "se scaldau" in fantana arteziana de acolo. Ciudat a fost ca eu eram singura socata pe cand ceilalti lesinau de rau. &lt;br /&gt;O alta solutie abordata de fetele de la liceu a fost "JOS TEXTILA" si spre bucuria baietilor fetele vin din ce in ce mai "sexy" si mai "roz".&lt;br /&gt;Astazi in ISUZU purtam cu Iulia o discutie despre free time. Totul frumos pana cand se urca un tip care se aseaza pe scaunele paralele si ... WTF? incepe sa se dezbrace! Iulia se uita la mine socata, eu la ea la fel..OK.. (Fetelor nu sariti caci nu aveai ce sa vezi cu exceptia unei burti dezgustatoare si a unor tatuaje gen "PUSCARIIIE":))) .. Trecem peste faptul ca incerca sa se bage in seama cu noi tot atingand scaunul Iuliei, tipand la sofer "Zaatt" (desi sunt sigura ca soferul nu era motan), zicandu'i ca da in toate gropile si'l "zbuciuma":)), coboara Iulia, tragedie raman singura, pun ghiozdanul pe scaunul Iuliei rugandu'ma sa nu se aseze langa mine, incep sa port o conversatie cu o alta prietena ce era putin mai in spate, timp in care el incerca sa se bage in seama desi noi il ignoram.Oh God!Acum stiu ce este un cocalar cu un creier topit.&lt;br /&gt;Zilele astea incerc sa surprind pe acei copii care se spala in "piscina" si daca reusesc revin cu poze.:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feriti'va de caldura! Arde!&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-2017778165305264405?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/2017778165305264405/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2011/05/caldura-topeste-creiere.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/2017778165305264405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/2017778165305264405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2011/05/caldura-topeste-creiere.html' title='Caldura topeste creiere!:))'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-5745041373985166863</id><published>2011-05-13T21:41:00.009+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T20:00:57.718+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infomatrix 2011'/><title type='text'>Infomatrix 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l0FTvXtKB2s/Tc48lIlnp5I/AAAAAAAAAd4/3PWN4Kr2ETQ/s1600/DSCN5348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l0FTvXtKB2s/Tc48lIlnp5I/AAAAAAAAAd4/3PWN4Kr2ETQ/s320/DSCN5348.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606485194780944274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EAg84qkOQuE/Tc474AVYTSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/mcJOxjnvG4U/s1600/DSCN5091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EAg84qkOQuE/Tc474AVYTSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/mcJOxjnvG4U/s320/DSCN5091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606484419471232290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nLyJ0bJylZo/Tc3E_SQIJ9I/AAAAAAAAAdo/PP_5CNtF8Z4/s1600/DSCN5040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nLyJ0bJylZo/Tc3E_SQIJ9I/AAAAAAAAAdo/PP_5CNtF8Z4/s320/DSCN5040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606353702656419794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NxLrAMA68xQ/Tc3Ek1ElhLI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Wtjb5FqwSbM/s1600/DSCN4938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NxLrAMA68xQ/Tc3Ek1ElhLI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Wtjb5FqwSbM/s320/DSCN4938.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606353248146785458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Infomatrix - cel mai tare concurs si cel mai asteptat de unii. &lt;br /&gt;Prima zi a concursului a fost obositoare, am ajuns la Rin pe la 11:40, iar la 12:00 trebuia sa plecam spre ISB, ne'am cazat - camera 10048 eu si Rox, iar Teach si Lucy erau la 10018 (imi era asa o lene cand trebuia sa merg la ele), Roxi a fost nemultumita de marimea camerei si de baie si a vrut sa facem schimb cu fetele, dar nu au vrut:(, ne'am schimbat tricourile si repede spre autobuze, aici ne intalnim cu &lt;a href="http://rolisz.ro"&gt;Roli&lt;/a&gt; si &lt;a href="http://thescrambledbit.wordpress.com/"&gt;Cata &lt;/a&gt; . Ajungem la ISB - ne cautam standul 5 minute, ne lasam materialele acolo, radem de "R-ul" lui Roli si de schimbarea "R-ului" de catre Kartal (unul dintre organizatori), ne cunoastem vecinii (standului) mexicani, langa noi era si Sushi (trebuia sa mentionez cel mai sweet robotel si nu stiam unde), mergem la masa (numai retin ce'am mancat, stiu doar ca se arunca pe acolo cu mancare - Karthal e vinovat :)) ), iar apoi ne'am apucat de pregatirea standului, de lipirea sagetilor (daca vede cineva de la ISB asta, sagetiile nu ne apartin=)) ). La 18:30 cina, iar apoi "welcoming Meeting" unde ne'au fost prezentati asistentii juriului, organizatorii, etc, etc. La 20:00 plecarea spre Rin, din nou graba mare sa apucam Carrefour-ul deschis sa cumparam dulciuri, sucuri, vopsele, tatuaje, insecte:)). Lucy si Roxi au inceput "procesul de vopsire" , eu am incercat sa invat pentru teza, dar evident ca nu am reusit si apoi ne'am terminat proiectul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A doua zi - mic dejun la Rin (yummi yummi), plecarea spre ISB (8:30), la un moment dat se opresc toate autobuzele, soferul nostru vine si intreaba "voi sunteti romance?", "da", "ok, pe unde o luam", wtf?:)). Ajungem la ISB intr'un tarziu, realizam ca am uitat dulciurile, dar nu'i problema ca avem prajiturile Roxanei, care erau yummi yummi, dar...aveau insecte de plastic prin ele (muhahaha!). Ne interesam a cata echipa suntem (10) si merg cu Lucy sa ne schimbam, pregatim. Dupa o ora ies cu Lucy din baie "gata in sfarsit" si incepe etapa "poze cu maimuta, pardon printesa" :)). Merg si Teach si Rox sa se schimbe, ies si ele, in timp ce eu realizam ca nu pot sa stau jos din cauza crinolinei ( :(( ), jurizarea incepuse deja, ciudat insa ca a inceput inainte de ceremonia de deschidere. Ummm?:) Etapa "poze cu maimuta, pardon printesa" a tinut toata ziua si a doua zi. Pranzul. Apoi jurizare din nou (nu comentez nimic aici). Ziua a continuat plimbandu-ne pe la standuri, jucandu'ne cu masinutele lui Cata, admirand roboteii, facand poze, etc. Pe la 7 cina si plecarea spre Rin.Kartal vine cu ideea geniala sa miscam autobuzul, doar el, Roli s Cata nu reusesc, deci se pun sa stranga oamenii necesari (au strans in jur de 15), reusesc ei pana la urma, vine soferul sa'i certe, ei fug, Rox si eu filmam si faceam poze, vine soferul si ne spune "Voi sunteti de vina, voi i'ati instigat", "What?":))Trece si asta...Eu si Rox iar am fost pe fuga pentru ca am vrut in Carrefour (numai retin de ce). Pe drum ne'am intalnit cu un ceh parca,Ondřej,pe care'l cunosteam inca de anul trecut. Am mers noi, am cumparat, ne'am intors la Rin, iar el ne'a invitat jos sa bem ceva. Eu nu prea avem chef, dar am facut asta pentru Roxi (trebuia sa mentionez asta):)). La receptie era si Devi (Georgia). Am baut cate un suc eu si Rox, ei bere, dupa o ora si ceva ne'am intors in camera, in ciuda invitatiei de a bea tequila si apoi invitatia la o zi de nastere (un alt tip din Georgia). Ajunse in camera, Rox si Roli se pun sa vada 2 episoade din White Collar, eu imi pierdeam timpul pe mess, iar apoi ma pun sa vad un episod din Vampire Diaries (sub birou - spre amuzamentul lui Roli care nu a inteles nici acum ca locul ala era confortabil). "Și ne uităm la Mădu cum poate să exclame de atâtea ori „pufos, pufos” " - voi m'ati intrebat cum este episodul ala.:)) Adormim pe la 3:30 -4:00, cred:-??.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimineata nu am mers la micul dejun pentru ca nu am reusit sa'mi asez parul si am preferat sa stau sa'l indrept. :)):-@ Mergem la ISB din nou, ne imbracam iar in "printese", noi eram vampirite, dar naah:)). Adaugam dulciurile uitate cu o zi inainte la stand, plus alte prajituri minunate facute de Rox. Ne'am petrecut ziua plictisindu'ne, facand caterinca, Rox si Cata incercau sa faca poze foilor cu punctaje, am cunoscut mai multa lume, ne'am intalnit si cu cateva din echipele de anul trecut, pozeeee multe pozeeee, iar apoi "Performance Evening" - Teach si Rox primele (au cantat imnul infomatrix), au mai venit si alte tari cu diverse prezentari despre tara lor, dansuri specifice, traditii; s'a mai remarcat un roman de la ISB care s'a dus pe scena si a cantat "Pusca si cureaua lata" acompaniat de un lautar - asta spre amuzamentul romanilor din sala, strainii erau foarte incantati. Stateam noi acolo plictisiti, faceam poze, mai comentam cu Alberto si Lucy numerele strainilor, Devi ma mai ciufulea din cand in cand sa ma bage in seama, ne vine noua ideea geniala sa facem toti romanii dansul pinguinului, de aici incepe agitatia, Karthal ne spune ca trebuie sa cerem aprobare de la patronul ISB'ului, dupa ce se roaga Rox putin de el primim aprobarea, mergem sus la muzica si spunem ce vrem sa facem, aia ne spun ca numai este timp, ca nu au nici melodie si ne spun ca daca facem rost de melodie pana se termina prezentarea de pe scena e ok, rapid cu Lucy si Roli pe hol, ne chinuiam acolo sa descarcam melodia, ne da Cata un stick, merge Lucy cu el la muzica sus pentru ca ei sa ne spuna ca'i prea tarziu. S'a terminat totul, iar noi coboram dezamagiti scarile si ne vaitam ca nu'i corect. Pe scari era si lautarul acela care s'a oferit sa ne cante el dansul pinguinului pe holul ISB'ului:)). Organizam rapid toti romanii, muzica incepe, se baga si 2-3 straini si pornim dansul.:)) In autobuz incepem sa cantam "Mos Craciun", "Albinuta", "20 de ani" - Voltaj, "Un elefant se legana" si alte melodii romanesti. Strainii incercau sa ne acompanieze (mai mult sa ne acopere) strigand "DRACUUULAAAAAAAAA" si apoi isi miscau mainile :-??. La inceput nu pricepeam ce spun ei acolo, Alex isi da seama intr'un tarziu si incepem si noi sa strigam "DRAAAACUUUUUUULAAAAAAAAA", au inceput sa aplaude pe acolo si cand am coborat am strigat impreuna "Dracula" in fata hotelului. In seara aia - ploaie groaznica, tunete, fulgere, awwww!!! A venit Cata la noi in camera, a pus Tarzan, m'am uitat si eu la prima parte apoi am inceput sa conversez pe ym si fb. La un moment dat stiu ca radeam cu Cata de niste poze si observam ca Roxi adormise. Wtf?:)) Vin niste georgieni la usa, iese Cata, raman astia masca in fata usii si apoi il intreaba daca are un mouse si pleaca. Saracii, nu i'am putut ajuta cu un mouse:( =)). Dupa 20 de minute, se trezeste Rox "Eu am dormit?", eu si Cata "Daaa", "Ba nu", "Ba da", "Nuuuuu", "Atunci stii cand au venit cei din Georgia?" "Hmmmmm, am dormit":)). Rox adoarme iar, pleaca Cata, eu mai raman putin pe acolo, o trezesc pe Roxi sa se schimbe la care ea imi raspunde "Mai desfacem ceva?", nu stiu ce'a vrut sa spuna, probabil se referea la dulciuri. Somn de voie si nevoie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duminica - zi libera. Nu am reusit sa ma trezesc pentru micul dejun. Pe la 11:00 am plecat spre AFI cu Rox, Lucy, Cata, Roli, Alex si Razvan. Acolo ne intalnim si cu Klauss. Rox si Razvan nu au iesit in urmatoarele 4 ore de pe patinoar, sau ba daaa, au iesit sa manance. Lucy a mers sa'si cumpere sapca, Alex a facut poze celor de pe patinoar, eu, Cata, Roli si Klauss am mers la film (Thor). Dupa film am cautat cu Alex vreo 20 de minute Real'ul sa le luam apa celor de pe patinoar, intre timp intrase si Roli care era foarte amuzant:)). Pe la 18:00 am plecat din mall eu, Roli, Cata si Rox sa ne intalnim cu o fata Diana - prietena de-a lui Catalin. Am mers pe Lipscani sa mancam inghetata (wild kiss - se numea inghetata mea:)) ). Cata nu a vrut inghetata, si si'a comandat un ceai care a fost adus imediat. Ceaiul ii este adus intr'o "canistra" (by Roli). Toti am crezut ca este ulei in acel obiect, iar cand ne vine si noua inghetata, Cata intreaba de ceai "Asta este ceaiul meu?" - "Ti se pare ca este ighetata?":))=)) Am ramas acolo o ora, glumind, razand. Apoi ne'am plimbat prin baltoacele imense stranse in gropile tipice Bucurestiului. Intr'un tarziu ajungem la hotel, unde Lucy era foarte suparata ca am ajuns asa tarziu si ca numai putem sa mergem in club - reuseste sa ne convinga sa mergem. Ne pregatim noi 20 de minute si plecam in Fire (pe Lipscani) cu Alex si Razvan, acolo putina lume, meh...bem cate ceva si mergem in Club A unde am dansat o ora si ceva pana ne'am plictisit:)). Pe la 3:00 ne intoarcem, Alex, Rox si Razvan s'au apucat sa joace carti, eu radeam de ei. Apoi...Alex se gandeste ca ar fi dragut sa alerge pe holul Rin'ului:)), deci la 4 dimineata Alex alerga pe hol, eu il filmam.:)) Apoi intra in camera si adoarme, pe Rox si Razvan ii expediez pentru ca vroiam sa fac bagajul, intru la baie pana pe la 6:30:)) si apoi adorm si eu. Stiu ca s'au intors Rox si Razvan in camera la un moment dat, m'am ridicat si m'am pus la loc, pe la 7:45 ma trezesc, Razvan reuseste sa'l trezeasca si pe Alex:)), mergem la micul dejun si apoi spre Palatul Copiilor unde se tinea festivitatea de premiere. Noi, Cata, Razvan, Alex am luat bronzul, Roli, Alberto, Bazi argintul, stiu ca a luat Andrei aurul la programare, la categoria noastra aurul fost luat de Ecuador, de restul numai stiu:)).  &lt;br /&gt;Teach si Rox au fost solicitate sa cante din nou! Yuuhuuu!! Au fost ceva trupe de dans de la Palatul Copiilor care au facut niste dansuri traditionale, apoi au fost reprezentanti ai fiecarei tarii care au mers cu steagurile specifice si au salutat fiecare in limba lor. Epic dupa cum spunea si Roli au fost 2 tipi din Albania care au mers cu steag printat pe coala A4 si Razvan (roman plecat in USA la facultate)care a mers si a spus "Buna dimineata Bucurestiiii":)). Asta'i spiritul, deja mi'e dor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roli a scris si el &lt;a href="http://rolisz.ro/2011/05/12/infomatrix-etapa-internationala/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+rolisz+%28rolisz%27s+site%29"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cata a scris si el &lt;a href="http://thescrambledbit.wordpress.com/2011/05/10/infomatrix-2011-finala/"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-5745041373985166863?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/5745041373985166863/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2011/05/infomatrix-2011.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/5745041373985166863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/5745041373985166863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2011/05/infomatrix-2011.html' title='Infomatrix 2011'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l0FTvXtKB2s/Tc48lIlnp5I/AAAAAAAAAd4/3PWN4Kr2ETQ/s72-c/DSCN5348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-1040209327385989689</id><published>2011-04-23T21:31:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T21:33:14.923+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iepuras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paste'/><title type='text'>Paste fericit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paste fericit tuturor!;;) Succes la ciocnit oua si la primit daruri de la Iepuras..&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-1040209327385989689?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/1040209327385989689/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2011/04/paste-fericit.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/1040209327385989689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/1040209327385989689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2011/04/paste-fericit.html' title='Paste fericit!'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-4366796933396786130</id><published>2011-04-22T00:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T00:52:25.063+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='documentar'/><title type='text'>Merita!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&amp;v=D6UeLg-ASks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acest documentar spune multe si chiar merita vazut.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-4366796933396786130?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/4366796933396786130/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2011/04/merita.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/4366796933396786130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/4366796933396786130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2011/04/merita.html' title='Merita!'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-6402251245790065093</id><published>2011-04-18T00:04:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T00:06:35.418+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rani'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distrugere'/><title type='text'>Umm?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Cat de departe ar trebui sa mergem pentru a ne atinge scopurile? Ce se intampla cu cei care distrug totul in calea lor pentru a obtine ce vor, fara sa le pese pe cine ranesc?"&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-6402251245790065093?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/6402251245790065093/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2011/04/umm.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/6402251245790065093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/6402251245790065093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2011/04/umm.html' title='Umm?'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-3298532036843650138</id><published>2011-04-13T19:24:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T20:44:40.302+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bucuresti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microbuz'/><title type='text'>Goana dupa sponsorizari (cred ca e doar prima parte)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Memories of a vampire".. Goana dupa sponsorizari (in Bucuresti).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bla, bla :-@ (bla bla = chestii neinteresate sau de care nu'mi amintesc). &lt;br /&gt;12:30 Intalnirea vampiritelor "pufoase". 10 minute hug-uri. Si iata momentul mult asteptat - plecarea catre "firme"?:)) Ok..Prima oprire Unirea..intram prin magazine, am obtinut 20 de tricouri de la o doamna foarte draguta, restul :-j (nu vreau sa vorbesc urat pe blog:)) ). Ne mai invartim noi pe acolo, se intalneste Lucy cu niste prieteni, mai "cersim" de la unul altul pe la magazine. Nimic. Plecam spre bancile din zona. Intram in cateva pe acolo, peste tot aceeasi problema "La banca centrala va rugam", bla bla. La una dintre banci a fost cred ca cel mai mare ras, deoarece aveau o podea pe care adidasii nostri scoteau sunete ciudate, sunete pe care nu le pot descrie, oricum nu ne puteam opri din ras si toata lumea se uita la noi din cauza sunetelor acelea.&lt;br /&gt; Mergem pe Lipscani, meh..nimic. Ne decidem intr'un tarziu sa mergem spre acele banci centrale. Pe la Romana nimic interesant. Am mai mers undeva intre timp, dar nu'mi amintesc unde...si apoi Pipera - cele mai tari faze aici. Prima data intram la Bancpost (cred:-?), unde a fost naspa..ne'a notat pe acolo, a vorbit de 5 ori la telefon si toate astea doar ca sa putem intra, pardon, doar una dintre noi:)). Se duce Roxi cu tipul de la paza sa depuna foile alea, eu si Lucy ne asezam pe niste canapele foarte confortabile. Stand noi acolo, il vedem pe tipul de la paza ca se intoarce, Roxi nu. Aici stiu ca am zis "Lucy punem pariu ca Rox nu stie sa se mai intoarca?":))(erau niste cladiri imense, ciudate, in care te pierdeai in 2 secunde). Lucy "Meh..". Peste 2 minute apare Rox cu o tipa care facea curatenie acolo cred:)), primul lucru care ni'l zice este "Ala a plecat, nici nu stiam cum sa mai ies de acolo." Bla bla..&lt;br /&gt;Mergem la o alta banca, aceleasi probleme, buletine, explicatii, chestii, sa ajungem la un moment dat sa ne intrebe "Vreti sa depuneti CV-urile?", explica Rox acolo despre ce e vorba si ne lasa sa intram in cele din urma. Luam liftul, intram pe o parte, ajungem la etajul 2 parca, asteptam sa se deschida usa, se deschide cea opusa, wtf?.. Ok. Nu'i nimic, mergem mai departe. Intram acolo intr'un birou, era o tipa blonda care ne spune "Pai la banca centrala n'ati incercat?", noi intrebam "Pai nu aceasta este?", "Aaaaa, ba da, ma scuzati, sediul de sponsorizari."..Mda.:-j Ne da ea o adresa acolo, plecam mai departe, etajul 3..nu stiu cum nimerim la sediul unei benzinarii ceva:-??. Trebuia sa sunam pe un buton la intrare, suna Lucy, in secunda urmatoare auzim un sunet din ala ca in filmele de groaza "DINNG DONNGG":)). Radem noi putin, se misca clanta un minut, ne deschide un tip "mare" (cred ca de la paza), urmeaza niste momente super penibile, in care noi intram, si vrem sa ne ducem spre ghiseul acela unde se cer informatii, dar nimeni acolo, OKKKK...urmeaza ochii nostri de catelusi, iar el ne intreaba "Care'i treaba? Nu lucrati aici?":)) Incepem sa radem, ii explicam despre ce'i vorba, spune un "Nu se poate" foarte sec si plecam... ne punem de comun acord ca nu suntem in locul potrivit si plecam. In metrou ne suna doamna cu tricourile ca pe la 8-9 putem sa le luam. Ce'am mai facut? Aaaa Rox ma obliga sa mananc napolitane (m'a zapacit toata ziua cu acest subiect), eu si Lucy ne jucam, prosteam, bateam, strambam, cantam, ne "robotizam" asteptand metroul, totul spre disperarea Roxanei:)). Mergem pe undeva sa cumpere Lucy un cadou, apoi spre casa, 10 minute hug'uri din nou. Ies eu si Roxana de la metrou, pfff, ploaie..fuga spre microbuz, acolo Rox iar incepuse cu subiectul ei preferat "napolitane", vorbeam noi acolo cand se urca un nene, era ceva muzica de la radio, era fan numarul 1 Puya, si culmea melodie de la Puya, se duce el da muzica la maxim, toata lumea se uita la el ca la un ciudat, trecem peste..vine soferul si intreaba cine a dat volumul atat de tare, eu si Rox zambeam din alt motiv, vorbeam ceva parca (nu pot zice despre ce) si ma intreaba daca eu l'am dat, ma uit la el ciudat, pentru ca este unul dintre cei cu care merg zilnic, ii raspund ca "NU" foarte sec, ala din spatele meu se apuca sa faca gura ca el l'a dat, ii face soferul observatie ca nu e frumos, ca nu ar trebui sa'si permita, sa se gandeasca si la ceilalti, bla bla. Plecam spre casa, la un moment dat eram atenta la cum imi teroriza Rox "pufoshenia" de la ghiozdan si radeam acolo amandoua, cand ma trezesc cu un picior pe umar, ma uit, o tanti cu un bebe care ma murdarea.Awwww..deja eram enervata la culme, ador copilasii, dar totusi...o limita se poate? Rox radea de mine. Ne apucam iar de discutii, incep sa se auda niste sunete ciudate, cum fac navele spatiale prin filme.. se juca unul in spatele meu, STRES!imi venea sa'i arunc "tetris'ul" (asa se numeste?) pe jos. In fine..trecem si peste asta, se ridica tanti cu copilul sa coboare, din nou...de data asta ma loveste si pe umar, cap, spate. Deja fierbeam acolo, incepe sa'si ceara scuze, vazand ca ma scuturam nervoasa, fac eu o fata dulce "Nu'i nimic, stati linistita" si urasc sa fiu falsa, dar asta e. Intr'un final am ajuns si eu acasa :X... Cam asta'i povestea cu sponsorizarile, deci inca mai avem nevoie;;). De ce nu'i putin mai simplu? Gen.."ma sponsorizezi sau nu" "Nu." "ok..pa". Urasc sa fiu plimbata de la un director la altul si sa traversez minunatul Bucuresti de n ori ca sa primesc raspunsuri gen "Va contactam noi".. Mda... Tipic romanesc.&lt;br /&gt;Scuze pentru eventualele greseli, dar numai recitesc ce'am scris ;;)..si da, stiu c'am aberat mult in seara asta.. ;;) &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-3298532036843650138?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/3298532036843650138/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2011/04/goana-dupa-sponsorizari-cred-ca-e-doar.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/3298532036843650138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/3298532036843650138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2011/04/goana-dupa-sponsorizari-cred-ca-e-doar.html' title='Goana dupa sponsorizari (cred ca e doar prima parte)'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-5256492726768051115</id><published>2011-04-11T21:35:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T00:23:14.978+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infomatrix 2011'/><title type='text'>Infomatrix  Nationale..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pIz1KJ0qyyA/TaNxMXgOCfI/AAAAAAAAAdY/EIYZuMXlzBw/s1600/DSCN3293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pIz1KJ0qyyA/TaNxMXgOCfI/AAAAAAAAAdY/EIYZuMXlzBw/s320/DSCN3293.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594439619405810162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Infomatrix...concurs foarte asteptat. Dupa o zi in care ma chinuiam cu Roxi sa prindem ultima masina spre casa, m'am trezit ca faceam bagaje, iar apoi intr'o alta masina spre Universitatea Lumina (situata foarte ciudat printre acele blocuri). Ajungem acolo, un tip de la BGS ne conduce intr'o sala unde 2 tipe au inceput sa ne scrie datele. Terminam acolo si mergem intr'un tur al Universitatii Lumina,unde chiar sunt niste conditii de vis. Dupa ce terminam acel tur, Rox si Teach s'au apucat sa joace ping-pong, dar Lucy nu a vrut sa le lase :)) . Dupa putin ras mergem la un microbuz care sa ne  duca la Rin. In microbuz ne intalnim cu 2 fosti concurenti de anul trecut (Dodo si Catalin) care isi aminteau de mine ca'i puneam sa vorbeasca (pentru accent). Pana la hotel ii cunoastem si pe ceilalti. In microbuz "s'a vorbit" (s'a ras) foarte mult de "o chestie" (Unicornul). :))&lt;br /&gt;Ajungem la hotel, ne lasam bagajul si fuga spre o alta Universitate unde Teach avea treaba. Ajungem acolo in ultimele 5 minute. :)) Se rezolva si aceasta problema, mergem sa mancam, si in timp ce mancam ne dam noi seama ca trebuia sa fim la magazinul de costume de mult, deci..repede repede spre Dristor pentru rochii. Stam la magazin in jur de o ora jumatate sa alegem rochiile, care au fost superbe, apoi inapoi la hotel si apoi la cumparaturi doar eu, Lucy si Rox. De aici numai stiu ce'am facut.. ne'am intors la hotel si ne'am apucat sa facem mapele parca. In seara aia am dormit.:))&lt;br /&gt;A doua zi... stiu doar ca m'a trezit Rox si eram inghetata si nu vroiam sa ma ridic de acolo, nu stiu cum m'a convins. Am aranjat pe acolo lucrurile, ne'am imbracat si am mers spre Universitatea Lumina. Ajunse acolo am fost duse intr'o sala de asteptare&lt;br /&gt;de unde puteam sa vedem si jurizarea pe un video-proiector. Eu si Lucy mergem sa ne schimbam,in timp ce Rox imi inchidea rochia, Teach ne anunta ca trebuie sa venim la deschidere. Repede ma schimb din nou si urmeaza deschiderea (:-@)..apoi mergem sa ne schimbam,era foarte amuzanta reactia doamnelor care intrau in baie si observau ca oglinzile sunt ocupate de :-?? "ce sunteti voi?":)). Dupa masa, am intrat la juriu. Emotii...prezentare, niste persoane se tot uitau pe geamul de la usa, o alta echipa cu care ne imprietenisem in sala de asteptare ne urmareau din sala. Totul a fost ok (cred:-??):))..Mai tarziu s-a organizat "Cocktail" (nu'mi amintesc exact). Apoi plecarile spre hotel si "Clubbing" care s'a dovedit a fi de fapt "Free time".. in fine..:)) Merg cu Lucy la un "party" pe la etajul 9, ne plictisim groaznic, ne intoarcem in camera, mai pierdem timpul pe acolo, mergem pe la parter pe la Rox, ne intoarcem iar in camera, vine si Rox la un moment dat..Lucy merge la somn, eu raman la laptop, Roxi imi zice ca intra la baie sa'si indrepte parul ( in toate zilele astea tot nu a reusit), bate cineva la usa, iese Rox, vin 2 baieti din Petrosani (Florin si Alexandru) care ne intrebau daca pot sa ramana, am stat de vorba mai mult timp, vin apoi si niste colegi de'ai lor care erau mai "obositi" si dupa care vine profesorul :)). Ii trimite in camera pe 2 dintre ei, proful acela care s'a dovedit a fi super de treaba (in ciuda faptului ca era de religie), ne'am apucat sa jucam carti, am mancat (au adus ei mancare)... Tin minte ca au plecat la un moment dat, apoi au revenit (Rox adormise), o trezesc. Au mai stat ce'au mai stat, pe la 7 eram in baie vorbeam la telefon, stiu ca aud ca bate cineva la usa, era Lucy care venise sa ne trezeasca "OMFG, e dimineata?":)), ne'am pregatit pentru micul dejun, am mancat (super buna mancarea de la Rin) si pe la 9 :30 ne intoarcem in camere, trebuia sa ne pregatim pentru o excursie (turul Bucurestiului), Rox adoarme, in timp ce eu ascultam muzica, pe la 10:30 adorm si eu, dar nu a durat decat 10 minute somnul meu:)). Mergem in turul Bucurestiului (erau alte chestii mai interesante de aratat). Dupa ce ne'a plimbat putin acolo,am aflat ca numai coboram,m'a luat somnul pe Lucy pana  ne'a dus sa mancam la ICHB(in jur de o ora). Ne trezeste Roxi foarte brusc, de nu intelegeam nici eu nici Lucy ce se intampla:)), si hai la masa. Dupa masa ne duce la Palatul Regal pentru premiere. Organizarea a fost super tare, prima data spuneau nominalizarile, apoi mentiunile, si asta pe rand la fiecare categorie, s'au jucat cu emotiile noastre foarte rau. In timpul premierii am cunoscut inca o gasca din Constanta (multumim pentru poze si filmare). Am locul II (Argintul), deci ne'am calificat mai departe (multumim baietilor din Cluj pentru galerie). &lt;br /&gt;Ummm... da.. din nou la hotel, apoi cumparaturi (fara Rox de data aceasta), dar si cu baietii din Cluj, trebuia sa'i luam cadou pt Lucy (La multi ani din nou pufoshenie&gt;:D&lt; Ti pup, ti pup:*) , dar ea statea langa noi:)), pana la urma o i'au baietii de acolo, se ratacesc de noi... o suna pe Teach, raspund eu spunandu'i ca sunt Roxi si ca Teach si'a lasat telefonul la hotel.:)) Ne gaseste la un moment dat, dar treaba era rezolvata, la hotel si'a dat seama:)). Dupa ce'am mancat, au venit baietii din Cluj la noi, am ras pana pe la 3:30 asa (pe aici pe undeva sa mentionez si robotelul lui Codrin, super tare, merita un premiu mai mare), apoi m'am apucat sa desenez pe telefonul Roxanei (azi nu'mi mai aminteam ce'am desenat, dar sunt dragute)... Pe la 7 cred ca au plecat ei :-?? dupa ne'am pregatit pentru micul dejun, Teach si Lucy erau foarte surprinse de faptul ca inca mai stam pe picioare dupa 2 nopti. Pe la 10:00 cred ca au venit sa ne ia :((, am dus rochiile, iar apoi spre casa... De aici, nu prea imi mai amintesc ce se intampla, stiu doar ca am avut dansuri, iar Miki si Jojo nu intelegeau ce zic (aberam intr'una) iar seara pe 11, m'am intors de la baie, Teach astepta pozele, si chiar numai stiu cum am ajuns in pat:)). Mama spune ca i'am povestit ce s'a intamplat si cel mai tare - incercam sa sting televizorul cu telefonul, iar ea radea de mine..:)) Am dormit pana pe la 4 a doua zi..si daca nu eram trezita, singura nu aveam de gand:)).  &lt;br /&gt;Cam asta a fost:-??.. am incercat sa detaliez si totusi nu am dat toate detaliile:)).. am aberat destul deci gata.:)) &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scuze celor care nu i'am mentionat, dar sunteti asa multi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roli a scris si el despre concurs aici &lt;a href="http://"&gt;http://rolisz.ro/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catalin a scris si el - &lt;a href="http://"&gt;http://thescrambledbit.wordpress.com/2011/04/10/infomatrix-2011/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-5256492726768051115?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/5256492726768051115/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2011/04/infomatrix-nationale.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/5256492726768051115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/5256492726768051115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2011/04/infomatrix-nationale.html' title='Infomatrix  Nationale..'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pIz1KJ0qyyA/TaNxMXgOCfI/AAAAAAAAAdY/EIYZuMXlzBw/s72-c/DSCN3293.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-2481525406312863443</id><published>2011-03-15T23:41:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T11:12:41.399+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sarut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='el'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupidon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soarecele si pisica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vrajitor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eroare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='promisiuni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nu ma indragostesc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Londra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bursa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raspund'/><title type='text'>No more love... Just an error (capitolul 4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ea. Tot drumul m'a privit, imi era teama datorita neatentiei lui in trafic, dar...nu aveam puterea sa'i vorbesc. Era atat de frumos, dar nu nu si iarasi nu! Eu nu ma mai indragostesc, ai auzit mai Cupidon? Nu vreau, intelegi?&lt;br /&gt;In momentul cand am ajuns, s-a apropiat de mine, cu una dintre maini imi mangaia fata in timp ce'si lipea buzele de gatul meu, a mormait ceva ce nu am inteles, apoi a spus:&lt;br /&gt;-Promiti sa te intorci?&lt;br /&gt;Ce are? Ce'a patit? Este bolnav? Eu nu fac niciodata promisiuni si chiar daca fac, mereu le incalc, asta sunt e..e tipic caracterului meu (da, da.. un caracter nu tocmai potrivit). Am coborat in cele din urma si am plecat. Ajunsa la biroul rectorului sunt anuntata ca trebuie sa astept pana acesta va iesi din sedinta. &lt;br /&gt;Din sala de asteptare il vedeam pe el, era jos, ma astepta ca si cum ar fi fost dependent de mine,modul in care ma privea pana sa cobor ma tulburase, fusese atent la fiecare miscare de a mea, la fiecare clipire, ma speria intr'un mod extraordinar de frumos. Acolo jos, statea pe masina,iar brizele se jucau in parul lui.&lt;br /&gt;Secretara ma anunta ca sunt asteptata. Merg in biroul rectorului, iar acesta imi spune rapid ca am sansa sa plec in Londra cu datorita unei burse. Ma uit uimita catre el si .... pur si simplu...raman fara cuvinte. Nu am asteptat sa anunt pe nimeni, am acceptat,formalitatile erau rapide, in cel mult doua saptamani trebuia sa fiu acolo. Eram cu adevarat fericita, in sfarsit scapam de aceasta tara de care eram cu adevarat "indragostita". &lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...ce sa fac cu acel individ care ma asteapta?..Singura solutie era sa ies pe usa din spate si sa gasesc rapid un taxi. Norocul meu a fost ca am gasit taxiul imediat, m'am intors la camin amuzata la culme de imaginea pe care o aveam in cap "el asteptand inca sa ies din acea cladire". &lt;br /&gt;In timp ce ma intindeam prin patul nefacut a venit si colega mea nebuna, cred:-?. Era foarte caraghioasa si ea, imi povestea ceva, cineva o refuzase si era foarte revoltata, dar nu eram deloc atenta la ea, vorbea aproape singura. Vroiam sa dorm, dar era imposibil, facea o zarva de nedescris si se invartea prin camera ca un titirez. Acum era "imbracata" in niste pantaloni foarte scurti roz si in sutien alb. Isi facea buzele intr'una, parca ar fi asteptat pe cineva. Ma amuza teribil. Dar... cineva bate la usa, ma ridic intr'o lene de nedescris, caci a mea colega "nu putea sa iasa nearanjata", ma uit inainte sa vad cine este si il vad pe el. Am inceput sa rad, cum era posibil sa afle si unde sunt? Nu am deschis usa cu speranta ca va pleca, dar el insista. Colega mea iese de la baie, acum bine fardata si ma intreaba:&lt;br /&gt;-Cine e ? Cine e? &lt;br /&gt;Ii arunc o privire destul de sictirita, se uita sa vada cine este la care incepe sa urle:&lt;br /&gt;-Ciiiiineeee eeeee laaaa noiiii la ussaaaaa? Ayliiiiinnn! &lt;br /&gt;-Un tip de care vreau sa scap.&lt;br /&gt;-Poftim? Esti nebuna?Pot sa'i deschid?&lt;br /&gt;-Da, deschide'i si spune'i ca nu ma cunosti si ca nu stau aici,ca e doar o greseala. &lt;br /&gt;A deschis usa, in timp ce eu am intrat in baie, dar dupa cum ma asteptam, l-a invitat in camera. Mda...s-a dus odihna mea.&lt;br /&gt;M'am asezat pe gresia din baie chiar daca era foarte rece si am asteptat sa plece. Era asa de penibila. Cand individul a intrebat de mine, ea a raspuns :&lt;br /&gt;-Este o eerooaareee!&lt;br /&gt;Imi imaginam cum el deja zambea amuzat de colega mea, facand acele gropite minunate in obraji. In cele din urma a plecat spunand foarte tare:&lt;br /&gt;-Poate data viitoare nu va mai sta in baie. &lt;br /&gt;Am inlemnit. Cum de stia? Dupa ce am auzit ca a inchis usa am iesit uimita, credeam ca nebuna i-a spus ceva, dar era mai uimita decat mine crezand ca e vrajitor. Am ras cel putin 10 minute cand am auzit'o. Incepuse sa'mi placa de ea...si de el...si de jocul nostru de'a sorecele si pisica care tocmai incepuse (mrrrr!).&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-2481525406312863443?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/2481525406312863443/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-more-love-just-error-capitolul-4.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/2481525406312863443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/2481525406312863443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-more-love-just-error-capitolul-4.html' title='No more love... Just an error (capitolul 4)'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-1950961609029174518</id><published>2011-03-01T21:41:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T21:48:32.311+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reason'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><title type='text'>Reason for hope...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Inegalitatea umana este o stare naturala. Corecteaz'o prin voluntariat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-hGL10oB4Q8&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&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/3579165537056907668-1950961609029174518?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/1950961609029174518/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2011/03/reason-for-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/1950961609029174518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/1950961609029174518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2011/03/reason-for-hope.html' title='Reason for hope...'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-6892765396307789178</id><published>2011-02-27T16:53:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T16:58:00.933+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='semestrul II'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='consiliul elevilor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dragobete'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no more love'/><title type='text'>No title...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-481xcB4UkZQ/TWpmI9uqdYI/AAAAAAAAAcA/-n9g2gF2Q94/s1600/DSCN1226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-481xcB4UkZQ/TWpmI9uqdYI/AAAAAAAAAcA/-n9g2gF2Q94/s320/DSCN1226.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578383392647050626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; Ummm... Nu prea am mai postat de mult, am neglijat blog'ul complet, dar am scuze:).. Am avut multe multe pe cap, nu ca n'as mai avea. Semestrul II este mult mai dificil, teme multe, de invatat peste masura, pregatiri pentru concursuri, radio, dansuri, spectacole, consiliu, etc... Nu mai am timp nici sa respir. Saptamana asta incerc sa aduc si eu un nou capitol din "No more love", dar nu promit..parca vad ca nu reusesc.   &lt;br /&gt;Am sa pun si o poza de la spectacolul de joi organizat de Consiliul Elevilor (ajutati de dna Niculita Liliana)cu ocazia Dragobetelor. A iesit super si sper sa mai organizam si altele cat mai curand. Pentru poze si filmari - cd'uri sau stick'uri:)).&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-6892765396307789178?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/6892765396307789178/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2011/02/no-title_27.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/6892765396307789178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/6892765396307789178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2011/02/no-title_27.html' title='No title...'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-481xcB4UkZQ/TWpmI9uqdYI/AAAAAAAAAcA/-n9g2gF2Q94/s72-c/DSCN1226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-4606356159813542731</id><published>2011-01-31T13:14:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T13:32:31.765+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copilarie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maturitate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adolescenta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='capricii'/><title type='text'>Da! Sunt copil!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Deci, sa ma fac inteleasa pentru toti cei care ma considera "copil", asta sunt si nici nu vreau sa fiu altfel. In cazul in care voi avea 40 de ani si cineva imi va spune ca sunt "copil" atunci imi voi pune semne de intrebare. Mai de graba sunt adolescenta (nu copila, dar in fine)  si am un milion de capricii, sunt zapacita, sunt greu de inteles, ma supar din orice, n'am gram de maturitate (aici vor nega multi, pariez), imi "fug" ochii dupa baieti (si care'i faza?), sunt cu capul in nori si bla bla:-@.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ok, totul e adevarat, probabil sunt defectele mele, dar atata timp cat nu voi face "pe matura, independenta si bla bla:-@" ma simt bine in pielea mea, nu incerc si nici nu voi incerca sa par ceea ce nu sunt (niciodata), pentru ca nu'mi sta caracter si voi profita din plin de fiecare perioada din viata mea (fara sa ma prefac), nu voi copia pe nimeni doar ca sa par matura s.a.m.d.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Mi'am format deja o personalitate (a mea) si chiar daca am defecte (enumerate mai sus si multe altele) (si nu exista om fara defecte, dar nu comentez) (hai ca m'am jucat cu paranteze in postarea asta:)) ) asta sunt eu, cui ii convine ok, cui nu pa!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Mai sunt multe de spus (scris) dar pur si simplu nu am chef.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-4606356159813542731?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/4606356159813542731/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2011/01/da-sunt-copil.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/4606356159813542731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/4606356159813542731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2011/01/da-sunt-copil.html' title='Da! Sunt copil!'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-484508744512135718</id><published>2011-01-15T11:47:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T00:39:36.937+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blocaj in trafic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sarut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brunet cu ochii verzi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='semafor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rapire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obsession'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no more love'/><title type='text'>No more love... Obsession or passion?(capitolul 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;De ce facuse o obsesie tocmai acum si de ce pentru o persoana ca aceea de aseara? De ce oare facuse o drama din toata aventura aia? Peste tot o vedea pe ea, nu-si putea scoate din cap frumusetea, imbratisarile, cuvintele ei, vroia sa'i simta din nou respiratia rece pe gatul lui. Nu avea cu cine sa vorbeasca, el avea doar prieteni de bautura, ei nu intelegeau asemenea sentimente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Era la un semafor si astepta. Printre pietoni i s-a parut ca o vede pe ea, din nou, dar ...oare de aceasta data era reala?? Coboara din masina si alearga spre ea, o prinde de mana si o saruta, da! era reala! Insa sarutul lor este intrerupt imediat de o serie de claxoane, insa nu'i dadu drumul, o tinea strans, nu vroia s'o piarda din nou. O tragea dupa el, spre masina, reusisera sa blocheze traficul. Ea era socata, s-a urcat in masina si a inceput sa rada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ea. Aflasem ca trebuie sa ma intalnesc cu rectorul facultatii, mergeam grabita spre biroul acestuia din centrul orasului, cand deodata am fost prinsa de mana si imediat sarutata, pana sa ma dezmeticesc eram deja intr'o masina care accelerase brusc, plecand intr'o graba de nedescris. La volan era un tip brunet, cu ochii verzi, parea foarte inalt, era foarte serios conducand cu atentie prin traficul infernal. Nu stiam cine este, unde ma duce, de ce ma sarutase, dar ma simteam bine cu el, protejata, era o tampenie. Inebunisem, oare? La urmatorul semafor am vrut sa cobor, sa scap de acest tip. Am observat ca usa e blocata. Il simteam cum ma fixa cu privirea. Mi'a spus cu o voce trista:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Vrei sa fugi din nou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi'am intors capul spre el cu o oarecare teama, il cunosteam de undeva dar nu stiam de unde, era cu adevarat frumos, ma uitam mirata spre el.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Deja m-ai uitat? imi adresa el o alta intrebare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh nu, sa nu fie cel de seara, nu nu nu! sa nu fie el. Ba da, chiar el e. Nu se poate. Mi-a intalnit privirea speriata si mi'a zambind spunand:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Nu'ti voi face niciun rau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Unde ma duci?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Unde vrei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'am intins mana in care tineam biletul cu adresa biroului rectorului. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Trebuie sa ajung urgent, poti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nu'mi terminasem propozitia, cand el deja intorcea masina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;span class="tl"&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/3579165537056907668-484508744512135718?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/484508744512135718/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-more-love-obsession-or-passion.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/484508744512135718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/484508744512135718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-more-love-obsession-or-passion.html' title='No more love... Obsession or passion?(capitolul 3)'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-7451010752346761236</id><published>2011-01-06T22:01:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T22:41:23.223+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ora de latina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maturizare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sf ion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='criza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dansuri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='consiliul elevilor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excursie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='planuri pentru noul an'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chitara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concursuri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='note buna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viata e frumoasa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prieteni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiente'/><title type='text'>in ora de latina...planuri pentru acest an?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh da!2011..un an nou. Sa nu mai ma intrebe nimeni daca mi'e frica de 2012 pentru ca voi ajunge sa jignesc (si nu sunt genul). Sa murim, asta e (dar nu murim:-@), si oricum odata si odata tot murim, ori ca mor acum, peste o saptamana, o luna, un an, doi, zece, cincizeci, indiferent de motiv, ca vine 2012 sau ca veni um omulet mic si negru si ne distruge, tot mor..deci:-@. Subiectul asta deja ma enerveaza. Nu, nu ma tem pentru ca nu am de ce, nu stie nimeni daca vine sfarsitul azi, maine, peste 10 zile. Asa.. aaaa daaa, sa nu se inteleaga ca vreau sa mor, dar m-a inebunit subiectul 2012 !Gata!Ajunge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Viata e frumoasa...chiar daca'i grea si cu multe obstacole, asta e farmecul ei, daca nu suferi si tu acolo putin degeaba traiesti sau nu ai auzit ce'i ala sentiment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Am inceput scoala de doua zile si deja vreau vacanta inapoi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pauza de reclama, Florin ma streseaza....sunt in clasa, uitasem sa mentionez, nu am nimic mai bun de facut decat sa scriu si sa n-o las pe Ana sa doarma (hi!hi!hi!). Am lua un 10. Nu intreba! Deci e bine, am inceput anul cu 10...unul la istorie, unul acum la latina; suna promitator, cred:-?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trebuia sa incep aceasta postare despre parerea mea despe anul trecut...ce pot spune? a fost frumos, am avut parte de tot soiul de experiente, mi-am stricat aparatul (asta m-a marcat), partea buna este ca in decembrie am reusit sa-mi cumpar altul cu banii stransi de mine (asta ca sa ma laud:&gt; ), ramasesem la experiente parca...pai au fost o multime : concursurile, excursiile, am cunoscut diferiti oameni, m'am mai maturizat (sa nu se inteleaga ca nu mai sunt la fel de zapacita, doar ca gandesc altfel).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Planuri pentru anul acesta am muuuulteee... cateva dintre ele: vreau sa'mi largesc si mai mult cercul de prieteni, sa ma duc la dansuri (da Miky, promit ca mergem chiar zilele astea), sa calatoresc si mai mult (sper sa se duca criza), sa merg la cat mai multe concursuri, sa scriu mai multe povestioare (mai bine spus, sa am timp si inspiratie), sa'mi imbunatatesc engleza, sa invat sa inot la vara, sa invat sa cant la chitara, sa termin cu medie buna anul scolar, sa ma distrez mai mult decat anul cea trecut, sa citesc si mai mult:)), ma opresc aici, desi  mai sunt multe...Mi'am facut o lista, la sfarsitul anului va spun ce'am reusit sa fac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Am scris asa de mult aici...si trebuie sa mai fac si un articol pentru &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://csegrupscolarnicolaebalcescu.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog'ul consiliului ..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cred ca inchei aici, dar nu inainte sa spun La Multi Ani! celor care'si sarbatoresc ziua maine (nu fac inca o lista, ca sunt peste 15...)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paaaa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-7451010752346761236?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/7451010752346761236/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-ora-de-latinaplanuri-pentru-acest.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/7451010752346761236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/7451010752346761236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-ora-de-latinaplanuri-pentru-acest.html' title='in ora de latina...planuri pentru acest an?!'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-143090200031531589</id><published>2011-01-01T15:24:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T15:29:39.605+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='an nou fericit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romania se schimba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speranta'/><title type='text'>La Multi Ani !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Un an nou fericit si plin de impliniri pentru toata lumea! Sa speram ca anul acesta visele noastre sa numai ramana doar vise, sa speram ca vom avea parte de mai mult noroc, sa speram ca anul acesta suntem mult mai buni. Sa speram ca totul se schimba in bine...caci pana acum a fost destul de rau. Sa speram ca Romania se schimba si vom avea mai multe posibilitati aici, sa nu fim nevoiti sa continuam sa plecam cu totii. Sa speram...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-143090200031531589?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/143090200031531589/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2011/01/la-multi-ani.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/143090200031531589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/143090200031531589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2011/01/la-multi-ani.html' title='La Multi Ani !'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-7510228109783110660</id><published>2010-12-20T21:27:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T21:43:09.796+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sarbatori'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='familii nevoiase'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrisori pentru mos craciun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cadouri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='un gand bun de craciun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='campanie de craciun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='batrani'/><title type='text'>Un gand bun de Craciun..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TQ-xe2lKVhI/AAAAAAAAAW4/yhstrduUSOw/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TQ-xe2lKVhI/AAAAAAAAAW4/yhstrduUSOw/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552852009176684050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TQ-xBaH4DrI/AAAAAAAAAWw/f5Z6z1Xpowg/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TQ-xBaH4DrI/AAAAAAAAAWw/f5Z6z1Xpowg/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552851503321452210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TQ-w9WjSEzI/AAAAAAAAAWo/8tYMZdrucvQ/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TQ-w9WjSEzI/AAAAAAAAAWo/8tYMZdrucvQ/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552851433643184946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TQ-w3ybBYaI/AAAAAAAAAWg/2LkIpkI3Cc0/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TQ-w3ybBYaI/AAAAAAAAAWg/2LkIpkI3Cc0/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552851338045514146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anul acesta clasa mea a organizat din nou campania UN GAND BUN DE CRACIUN. Dupa ce am colindat prin oras pentru a strange bani, ne'am interesat de cateva familii nevoiase din oras, am facut cumparaturi, am strans hainute, jucarii, iar azi am mers sa'i vizitam reprezentand trimisii lui Mos Craciun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span jsid="text"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daca anul trecut  am fost marcati de acei copilasi care urmau sa'si petreaca Craciunul in  spitale, de acei batranei (daca isi mai aminteste cineva unul era pe  moarte, nu ne'au lasat sa intram in camera aceea) si am varsat multe  lacrimi, anul acesta am fost la fel de uimiti de ceea ce am vazut, cum  sa stai intr'o camera unde nu sunt geamuri, acolo sa faci mancare, acolo  sa te speli, acolo sa inveti,si nu unul sau doi ci 9 persoane? Cum este  posibil pe un asemenea ger sa te imbraci in pantaloni de pijama si  papuci fara ciorapi?Iar noi inghetaseram in gegi si ghete.. Noi am  incercat sa aducem zambete pe fetele lor de ingeri, dar in opinia mea nu  este suficient, azi mi'am dat seama din nou ca trebuie sa ma multumesc cu ce am, noi  cerem telefoane de ultima generatie, masini, haine de la nu stiu ce  firma, iar ei pe acest ger umblau in papuci, nu au ce pune pe masa de  sarbatori, si nu au mai gustat ciocolata de cateva luni. Aceste persoane  sunt chiar langa noi, dar nu stim sa deschidem ochii, iar asta'i foarte  trist. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Multumim celor care au avut suflet si ne'au dat din putinul lor cate ceva participand astfel la aceasta campanie. &lt;/span&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/3579165537056907668-7510228109783110660?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/7510228109783110660/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/12/un-gand-bun-de-craciun.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/7510228109783110660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/7510228109783110660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/12/un-gand-bun-de-craciun.html' title='Un gand bun de Craciun..'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TQ-xe2lKVhI/AAAAAAAAAW4/yhstrduUSOw/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-7870890094602178619</id><published>2010-12-14T20:53:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T00:26:48.131+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='femei greu de inteles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zi nasoala'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comentariu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zi urata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asteptat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inghet'/><title type='text'>aberez, aberez, aberez...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Azi...deci azi...azziiiii...cea mai idioata zi care am avut'o luna asta, caci nu'i chiar cea mai rea din viata mea. Nu stiu de ce postez, aaa ba da stiu, am promis cuiva..cum spuneam am avut o zi extrem de idioata incepand de la ora 6:15, cand telefonul suna ca un disperat si nu intelegeam de ce naiba suna sau cine suna, deschid ochii pe jumatate, il caut pe sub perna cateva secunde, nu'l gasesc, ma ridic, il gasesc, ma uit intr'un final la el, surpriza ALARMA! pffff...ma rugam sa fie un cosmar si sa fie inca noapte, macar inca o ora de somn...sfarsesc injurand ca toate alea prin camera, si nu stiu de ce, imi venea sa arunc cu telefonul ala peste tot. Am visat atat de mult si atat de urat noaptea trecuta incat imi este frica sa adorm...si nici macar nu ma pot odihni cand visez urat..bleahhhhh!!! Ma pregatesc in 15 minute asa, cand sa plec, m'am izbit de un ger de aveam impresia ca o sa ma intorc si o sa ma pun inapoi in patul meu cald. Pana in statie aveam turturi.. brrr! Toate bune si frumoase pana la liceu... aveam niste nervi incat nu ma puteam controla si urlam ca disperata prin clasa, si nu, nu'mi cer scuze pentru ca am avut motive... plec de la scoala sa imprim niste poze pentru un concurs, am stat sa astept pana s'a golit toata libraria aia pentru ca "Dureaza mult sa imprim poze!"...nu serios?si culmea culmilor a durat doar 2 minute... am stat sa astept 20 de minute, dupa toti clientii care veneau dupa mine, pentru 2 minute si cum nu suport sa se bage cineva in fata mea pentru ca la mine dura extraordinar de mult, stateam pe ghimpi, fierbeam...si injuram in gandul meu pe fiecare persoana care intra si iesea. Dupa m'am intors inapoi la liceu, alta bataie de cap...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Da, stiu ca azi am urlat la toata lumea si am avut un milion de nervi, nici eu nu m'am recunoscut azi, dar se mai intampla sa ai si zile mai proaste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Si pentru ca ziua sa fie si mai interesanta, cand am venit acasa, nu aveam pe unde sa cobor din masina. De ce? Pentru ca nenea soferul ala nu e sanatos, si o sa ma rog sa'l opreasca politia la fiecare miscare! Numai un disperat ar baga atata lume intr'o masina. Umm...1, 2, 3...10...pfiu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Vroiam sa intreb si eu ceva...se spune ca femeile sunt greu de inteles, ok, nimic de comentat, uneori nu ma inteleg nici eu pe mine, deci nu ma astept sa ma inteleaga cineva.. intrebarea: barbatii sunt usor de inteles?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Pentru ca ziua asta sa se termine perfect ma apuc sa fac un comentariu la romana, sunt happy!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Paaaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-7870890094602178619?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/7870890094602178619/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/12/aberez-aberez-aberez.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/7870890094602178619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/7870890094602178619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/12/aberez-aberez-aberez.html' title='aberez, aberez, aberez...'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-8032935949885267927</id><published>2010-12-11T12:30:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T12:45:53.248+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='consiliul elevilor'/><title type='text'>aberetii..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ummm....din nou weekend, desi pentru mine a inceput de ieri pentru ca am ajuns la liceu si am aflat ca e nu stiu ce protest, super, am scapat de inspectia la biologie. Faza tare e ca nu stiu de ce m'am dus eu ieri, de cand m'am trezit am avut o revelatie ca nu se fac ore, dar am zis ca ma insel avand si inspectia aia nenorocita. Da, timp pierdut aiurea cand puteam sa dorm, am nevoie de somn, foarte mult somn, vreau vacanta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Incepand de saptamana viitoare voi incepe sa scriu pe blog'ul Consiliului elevilor ( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://www.csegrupscolarnicolaebalcescu.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.csegrupscolarnicolaebalcescu.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;) deci cei interesati de asa ceva sunt asteptati cu propuneri, comentarii si ce mai vreti voi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Cei interesati de capitolul 3 din&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;NO MORE LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;... imi cer scuze, dar chiar nu am avut timp si inspiratie de scris, stiu ca am spus unora ca o sa fie gata de la inceputul saptamanii dar nimic:)) scuze si atat, numai promit nimic, nu stiu cand o sa scriu la el..sunt o neserioasa, stiu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-8032935949885267927?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/8032935949885267927/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/12/aberetii.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/8032935949885267927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/8032935949885267927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/12/aberetii.html' title='aberetii..'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-6733369038962334998</id><published>2010-12-04T15:40:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T16:11:12.528+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prea multa zapada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirit de sarbatoare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cadouri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caldura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mos nicolae'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iarna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colinde'/><title type='text'>sa vorbim despre....nimic:))</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;A trecut ceva timp de cand nu am mai postat ceva si nu stiu pe cine sa dau vina, pe mine, pe lene sau pe timp, cred ca o sa le aleg pe toate, inca mai traiesc..am postat acum cateva minute capitolul 2 de la "No more love..", dar nu stiu sigur daca voi duce pana la capat aceasta incercare a mea de a scrie mai mult decat de obicei, doar incerc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;A fost 1 Decembrie, deci la multi ani romanilor...desi nu stiu daca avem motive sa ne mandrim ca suntem romani, pot spune ca am avut multe motive in trecut, dar la cum a ajuns Romania azi, sigur nu mai sunt motive, sa speram ca intr'un final sa schimbam tara asta in mai bine, poate vom reusi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ce sa va mai spun...astept vacanta cu nerabdare, vreau sa ninga dar nu prea mult si sa ninga doar in vacanta sa nu ma bulgareasca nimeni la liceu, vreau sa fie cea mai frumoasa iarna, dar nu stiu de ce spun asta..probabil ca am nevoie de odihna si distractie multa, fara stres...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunt foarte fericita ca am terminat cu tezele,romana (10), engleza, istorie si latina (nu am primit inca rezultatele la astea)..am scapat intr'un fel de stresul major in ceea ce priveste invatatul, dar nu si de cel de a ma trezi la 6 pentru a merge la scoala, deci vreau vacanta. Am observat ca deja s'a intrat in spiritul sarbatorilor, colinde, cumparaturi, cadouri...frumos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ummm...si e weekend, si ce bine e acasa la caldura...aberez, stiu asta...dar numai am ce sa va spun...sau ba da am:)) trebuie sa vina mos nicolae:)), eu deja am primit un cadou la scoala, un ursulet si o bratara si sunt foarte frumoase...deci am fost cuminte;;)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Imi cer scuze pentru eventualele greseli, dar mi'e lene sa recitesc:))..paaaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-6733369038962334998?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/6733369038962334998/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/12/sa-vorbim-desprenimic.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/6733369038962334998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/6733369038962334998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/12/sa-vorbim-desprenimic.html' title='sa vorbim despre....nimic:))'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-3300375719025634235</id><published>2010-12-04T15:08:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T15:36:35.360+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gloss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aer sufocant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facultate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ameteala'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='betie'/><title type='text'>No more love...She (capitolul 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Inca sunt ametita de la sticla de alcool ce zace aruncata pe biroul prafuit, confuza si inecata de lacrimi incerc sa ma trezesc si sa ies cumva din cearsaful asta in care parca as fi fost legata si offf... oare ce'am am facut iar? Dar ce'mi mai pasa, daca aseara am decis sa beau sa pot uita inseamna ca am avut un motiv, poate sa nu sufar, se vede ca am plans ceva, perna asta e uda si in plus inca mai lacrimez. Mda, gata cu jelitul ca totusi nu am murit, pfff...cum am putu sa beau asta? Cea mai ieftina vodka, am un avut un motiv intemeiat, acum chiar sunt sigura. Camera asta se invarte cu mine si capul parca imi explodeaza, mi'e rau, aerul asta ma sufoca...si cate haine aruncate aiurea.. pfff, cine dracu bate la ora asta la usa?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;- Ce vrei?Tu ai vazut cat e ceasul? o nebuna se arunca in bratele mele si ma pupa pe ambii obraji zgomotos si bleah..destul de lipicios, mare prostie inventia chestiei aleia care iti face buzele mai mari, roz si lucioase si este numit de "printese" gloss...in fine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;- Aylinnnnn, ceee faccii, te'ai trezit?scuze, am uitat cheia, e 10:30, am inceput cursul de o ora, nu mergi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Acum eram si mai confuza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;-Aaaa...nu, nu merg. M'am balbait umpic. Ce naiba? Dupa cateva minute am realizat ca sunt la camin, nebuna aia era colega mea de camera, dar chiar nu'mi amintesc cum o cheama si...cursul asta chiar nu trebuia sa'l mai ratez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-3300375719025634235?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/3300375719025634235/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/12/no-more-loveshe-capitolul-2.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/3300375719025634235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/3300375719025634235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/12/no-more-loveshe-capitolul-2.html' title='No more love...She (capitolul 2)'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-4289621223954083204</id><published>2010-11-20T12:59:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T15:43:59.461+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrisori pentru mos craciun'/><title type='text'>mai bine ne multumim cu ce avem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"In apropierea Craciunului, ne gandim la cadourile pe care le vom primi, dar uitam ce aveam deja. Apreciem un lucru abia cand nu'l mai avem. Daca realizam ca cele mai valoroase lucruri sunt cele ce nu pot fi cumparate, invatam sa fim fericiti cu ce avem."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putin mai devreme am intrat pe un site unde mai multi copilasi ii scriau lui Mos Craciun. Am citit cateva scrisorele amintindu'mi ca si eu ii scriam lui Mosu'...din cate am citit majoritatea copilasilor isi doreau telefoane "adevarate", nu stiu ce seturi Hanna Montana, biciclete, dulciuri, lantisoare, carti de colorat, imbracaminte si alte lucruri din astea de care mi'am dat seama ca nu conteaza... Printre scrisorile de la sfarsit m'a impresionat foarte mult una in care un baietel ii cerea lui Mos Craciun sa'i aduca tatal inapoi de sarbatori sa poate colinda impreuna cu el, prima data am crezut ca tatal lui este plecat din tara, dar am continuat sa citesc, in continuare scria ca tatal lui a murit dar il vrea cu el macar de sarbatori pentru ca ii este dor de el. Nu'mi venea sa cred ce scrie, continua sa spuna ca a fost foarte cuminte asteptand Craciunul, doar pentru a'i cere lui Mosu', pe tatal lui de sarbatori. Pe mine m'a marcat extraordinar de mult si acum chiar sunt multumita doar cu ceea ce am, de sarbatori o sa am familia si prietenii alaturi de mine si asta'i tot ce conteaza, acel copil va suferi enorm chiar daca cei ce au ramas langa el ii vor lua cadouri multe si vor incerca sa'i faca niste sarbatori minunate, chiar daca tatal lui este langa el permanent, chiar daca va merge totusi sa colinde..se va supara pe Mos Craciun care l'a dezamagit de aceasta data.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-4289621223954083204?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/4289621223954083204/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/11/mai-bine-ne-multumim-cu-ce-avem.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/4289621223954083204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/4289621223954083204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/11/mai-bine-ne-multumim-cu-ce-avem.html' title='mai bine ne multumim cu ce avem...'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-5032027241384427439</id><published>2010-10-30T22:38:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T15:11:06.909+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dorinta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fara sentimente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doar o seara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indiferenta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotie'/><title type='text'>No more love...Just a night(capitolul 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Infusarata intr'un prosop mare, alb si pufos iesea din baie tremurand. Era liniste, se auzeau doar picaturile de apa care cadeau din parul ei pe podeaua goala. Deschise usa de la dormitorul cald, el era inca acolo, aproape adormit pe un fotoliu, a tresarit cand a vazut'o si s'a uitat la ceas ca si cum s'ar grabi, ea isi stergea parul, prosopul fusese inlocuit de un halat la fel de pufos. O privea ca si cum ar vrea s'o manance, ea ii arunca un zambet indiferent spunand:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Ce?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Esti atat de frumoasa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Iar tu esti cel mai mare mincinos, raspunse ea dandu'si ochii peste cap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aproape il blocase cu aceasta afirmatie, vorbind serios, dar il observa ca se ridica si se apropie de ea. Ea ii arunca priviri nedumerite si pline de dorinta in acelasi timp. Cu un glas soptit ii sopti:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  - Nu vreau sentimente, este doar o seara. Nu vreau sa suferi, voi pleca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se apropie de ea ii musca usor spatele, ii saruta gatul, apoi buzele care numai rezistau. Ochii le licareau a dorinta, iar el facuse exact ce nu trebuia, se indragostise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dimineata, se trezi singur. Camera era vraiste, privirea ii era absorbita de prosopul care atarna de un scaun si halatul alb inca umed intins pe podea. Pe perna cealalta era un biletel pe care scria "Adio!"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ii ajunsese iubirea pana'n gat, a jurat sa nu se mai indragosteasca sau sa iubeasca vreodata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-5032027241384427439?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/5032027241384427439/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/10/doar-o-seara-capitolul-1.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/5032027241384427439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/5032027241384427439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/10/doar-o-seara-capitolul-1.html' title='No more love...Just a night(capitolul 1)'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-344471252443353799</id><published>2010-10-16T11:20:00.009+03:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T00:29:35.204+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ploaie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lacrimi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accident motoare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liniste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talisman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iubit mort'/><title type='text'>avea talismanul lui strans in pumn...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Era o liniste apasatoare in toata casa, o inebunea, o speria, nu stia cum sa alunge acea liniste care ii spargea pur si simplu timpanele. Se implinise o luna de cand isi pierduse iubitul in acel stupid accident de motocicleta si inca nu'si revenise din soc..plansese toata ziua, isi auzea doar suspinele si lacrimile care cadeau pe podea, picaturile de ploaie se lipeau neincetat de geamul ei, nu'si mai gasea starea in acea casa care acum o vedea pustie, s'a schimbat intr'un tricou si o pereche de blugi  si a iesit in ploaia de afara..privea si simtea ploaia, se uita spre cer si plangea, mergea fara directie, ratacind strazile goale. Pasii ei repezi o duceau exact in locul accidentului, s'a oprit, cazuta in genunchi plangea din ce in ce mai tare. Printre stropii de ploaie ceva straluceau, s'a dus rapid la acea luminita mica, era chiar talismanul lui norocos, o motocicleta, nu'i venea sa creada ce tinea in mana, a incetat sa mai planga auzind un glas "Aici sus, nu'i nevoie de talismane norocoase, opreste'ti lacrimile, sunt cu tine permanent, nu esti singura, te protejez de aici, de fiecare data cand tu plangi, plang cu tine, provoc ploaia mereu prin multitudinea de lacrimi, dar ajunge, te voi astepta cat este nevoie, prin fiecare strop de ploaie iti voi saruta buzele, nu vreau sa mai plangi, ai grija de tine si nu uita ca te iubesc si te voi astepta.", era socata, nu'i venea sa creada ce i se intamplase, a plecat spre casa imbratisand ploaia, simtind gustul ei pe buze, stropii ii mangaiau parul, fata, corpul, totul..stia ca'i adevarat, il simtea cu ea de acum..ajunsa acasa s'a dezbracat de hainele ude, stropi de ploaie ii cadeau din par permanent, ii simtea pe umerii goi, a cautat in dulapul cu hainele lui, a luat un tricou de'al lui si l'a imbracat, s'a asezat pe pat si a adormit instantaneu, numai dormise de o luna atat de bine, dar acum el era cu ea, avea talismanul strans in pumn, nu se mai temea de nimic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-344471252443353799?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/344471252443353799/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/10/avea-talismanul-lui-strans-in-pumn-nu.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/344471252443353799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/344471252443353799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/10/avea-talismanul-lui-strans-in-pumn-nu.html' title='avea talismanul lui strans in pumn...'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-5928206280780447041</id><published>2010-10-12T23:30:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T23:34:22.648+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><title type='text'>HALLOWEEN...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;HALLOWEEN la primaria Oltenita, sala mare, vineri seara, 29 octombrie.  MISS/MISTER HALLOWEEN OLTENITA 2010, concursuri terifiante si premii infricosatoare. VAMPIRE NIGHT IS CLOSE!!!!!!!! Stati aproape pentru mai multe detalii! ..PRET BILET-10 LEI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Cei interesati, sa'mi dea un buzz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-5928206280780447041?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/5928206280780447041/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/10/halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/5928206280780447041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/5928206280780447041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/10/halloween.html' title='HALLOWEEN...'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-3450133711045231640</id><published>2010-10-09T20:52:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T21:35:08.013+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adolescente indragostite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='povestioare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inimioare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='multime'/><title type='text'>fara titlu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Magie, sperante, vise, frig, ploaie, liceu, autobuz, aglomeratie, respiratie....Tristetea te cuprinde, nimeni nu intelege, ai impresia ca toti te privesc, ceva te doare, glasul multimii nu'ti da pace si iti inunda mintea, nu am unde sa fug...Vreau un loc unde sa fim doar noi, vreau sa dispara toate persoanele acestea care ne tot privesc insistent (sau e doar o inchipuire?) citindu'mi disperarea si frica din ochii inlacrimati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Esti chiar aici, cu mine, stai in fata mea, dar nu te pot atinge, nu, nu! vis sau iluzie, ce esti tu?Am atatea vise, dar cui sa le spun?Tot atatea sperante adunate...pierdute in amestecul de durere din suflet..ce naiba?asta cine mai e?si de ce o privesti asa? de ce o saruti? de ce ai venit tocmai aici? de ce acum?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; - Da, stiu, nu se intelege mai nimic..sa va explic, este o incercare esuata de a face un cantec impreuna cu Miky, dar avand in vedere ca eram in masina, eram obosite, nu gaseam o tema pentru cantec, ne pierdeam ideile pentru ca erau multe lucruri si persoane care ne acaparau atentia, Miky imi desena mie inimioare si omuleti indragostiti si le punea si nume (dar raman secrete) ..da!astea's scuze, si ce?ne pricem mai mult la povestioare, ce'am scris mai sus:-??nu stiu ce'ar putea sa fie, e o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;chestie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;!:))Pentru noi, fiecare propozitie de acolo are sens, pentru ca scriam doar despre ce vedeam noi prin jur, sentimente, prostioare de adolescente indragostite:))...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;N'am mai scris de mult timp pe blog si nici eu nu stiu de ce, poate lipsa de inspiratie, timp:-@ sau poate faptul ca toata saptamana asta am avut chef sa fac nimic..M'am plictisit sa scriu, deci inchei aici, revin cu ceva interesant cand o sa gasesc..:-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-3450133711045231640?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/3450133711045231640/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/10/magie-sperante-vise-frig-ploaie-liceu.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/3450133711045231640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/3450133711045231640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/10/magie-sperante-vise-frig-ploaie-liceu.html' title='fara titlu...'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-767576759505846011</id><published>2010-09-28T17:21:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T17:58:36.568+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zbori cu aripi frante'/><title type='text'>zbori cu aripi frante!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Azi te'am zarit. Te intrebi daca am fost fericita? De data asta nu. Mai bine nu te vedeam, nu de data asta. Cu totii imi spuneau "nu'i nimic", "las' ca trece", "nu e adevarat". Desi imi doream pur si simplu sa dau timpul inapoi si a doua oara sa numai trec pe acolo, am ramas complet indiferenta, orgoliul m'a ajutat si de aceasta data. Ti'am vazut privirea care exprima uimire! Nici nu ma asteptam la altceva. Nu'mi va mai pasa, imi e greu, nu pot nega, nu pot minti nici de'as vrea. As vrea sa uit atingerea aceea care imi daduse aripi si glasul vocii tale. As sterge acea parte a memoriei mele, dar pot oare? Si acele imagini..as sterge chiar tot, dar e asa de greu... De ce incerci sa'mi iei visele? De ce toate sperantele? De ce toate imaginile frumoase? De ce acea atingere? De ce vrei tot?...Ce vei face cu ele? Are inima ta loc suficient pentru tot? Oare are? Oare tu gandesti?...Nu'ti pot da nimic si chiar daca as putea nu as vrea, acestea imi apartin mie, in ceea ce te priveste pe tine..&lt;br /&gt;Tu poti sa ramai cu nimic...nu'mi mai pasa...zboara si tu macar odata cu aripi frante!nici nu vei putea, dar incearca..In cazul in care vei reusi (desi nu, nu, nu) iti vei castiga dreptul sa'mi ceri totul...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-767576759505846011?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/767576759505846011/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/09/zbori-cu-aripi-frante.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/767576759505846011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/767576759505846011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/09/zbori-cu-aripi-frante.html' title='zbori cu aripi frante!'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-2542028807708108034</id><published>2010-09-25T20:25:00.013+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T21:13:01.577+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let&apos;s do it Romania'/><title type='text'>Let's do it Romania!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TJ47dMxG0YI/AAAAAAAAATk/-uwEEIplhN0/s1600/2010_01230045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TJ46W6_tb9I/AAAAAAAAATM/7qxF-JpQhSE/s320/2010_01230021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520914358670815186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TJ45_KkWWLI/AAAAAAAAATE/wwiV6X73imU/s1600/2010_01230004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TJ45_KkWWLI/AAAAAAAAATE/wwiV6X73imU/s320/2010_01230004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520913950534162610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TJ45vyBAlBI/AAAAAAAAAS8/uLnazS8yKwQ/s1600/2010_01230083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TJ45vyBAlBI/AAAAAAAAAS8/uLnazS8yKwQ/s320/2010_01230083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520913686245446674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TJ45hPjK2kI/AAAAAAAAAS0/6tIJleo9LWU/s1600/2010_01230040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TJ45hPjK2kI/AAAAAAAAAS0/6tIJleo9LWU/s320/2010_01230040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520913436475316802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TJ43vSm4jnI/AAAAAAAAASE/OmoBazXB7Rw/s1600/2010_01230003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TJ43vSm4jnI/AAAAAAAAASE/OmoBazXB7Rw/s320/2010_01230003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520911478791114354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Dupa cum spuneam in postarea anterioara azi am fost la strangerea de gunoaie..aseara eram convinsa ca n'o sa'mi placa, c'o sa fie plictiseala, oboseala, gunoi prea mult... In fata primariei eram asa de obositi, plictisiti, adormiti incat eram sigura ca n'o sa facem nimic toata ziua. Dupa ce am primit instructajul, ne'am echipat cu manusi, saci si am plecat spre locul "murdar". Am avut ceva de mers (iesirea din oras dupa benzinarie). Imediat ce am facut echipele si ne'am inteles ce sa strangem fiecare ne'am apucat de treaba, imediat a inceput si distractia. Am strans mult gunoi, chiar foarte mult, dar ne'am si distrat pe cinste. Se rupeau sacii, mai ales cei cu sticla, cioburi, tot tacamul, sau erau asa de grei incat nu'i mai puteam cara si aveam nevoie de ajutor, o multime de glume, multe poze. A fost frumos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-2542028807708108034?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/2542028807708108034/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/09/lets-do-it-romania.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/2542028807708108034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/2542028807708108034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/09/lets-do-it-romania.html' title='Let&apos;s do it Romania!'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TJ47dMxG0YI/AAAAAAAAATk/-uwEEIplhN0/s72-c/2010_01230045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-6500954494907731275</id><published>2010-09-24T16:51:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T17:26:55.574+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manele'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let&apos;s do it Romania'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sfarsit de saptamana'/><title type='text'>fara titlu..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sfarsit de saptamana, dar maine "Let's do it Romania!"..deci tot nu am scapat de trezitul de dimineata si de microbuzele alea infecte. Cel putin maine cred ca numai ascult manele cand plec. Toata saptamana am ajuns cu dureri ingrozitoare de cap la liceu. Zilnic, timp de 30 minute am ascultat numai manele, ok, nu'i nimic...dar ce sa faci cand iti explodeaza timpanele din cauza volumului sau cand cobori ragusit pentru ca dialogurile sunt numai pe baza de urlat? Este absolut ingrozitor. Azi cand m'am intors acasa s'au urcat niste specimene langa mine care urlau ca vor manele, ca's morti de oboseala si de munca si ce mai ziceau pe acolo. Si nu stiu cum naiba se face ca eram la mijloc, in fata mea 2 bucati specimene, pe scara de la usa din spate una bucata, langa mine asezati inca 3 si in picioare vreo 4 cred:-?, in orice caz erau foarte multi...si uite asa am ascultat eu pana acasa ca prind ei "procinematul" si aseara au fost niste filme cu una care era mancata de rame sau ceva de genul.."si faaaa n'am mai dormit mancati'as pana la 2 dimineata de frica si nu l'am lasat nici pe ista", si intervine sotul ei iubit si ii spune "faaa daca esti proasta, mai uite'te fa".Ok. Individul de langa mine statea si pe jumatate din scaunul meu si se stramba acolo sa sperie pe nu stiu cine si dadea din maini si din cap de aveam impresia ca o sa ajung acasa plina de vanatai daca nu se opreste. In sfarsit, ies de acolo cu mare chin  sa cobor dar pe usa din spate nu aveai cum sa cobori ca se lungise unul pe scara aia, dormea cred:-?? deci am mers prin toata aglomeratia aia pana in fata. Si in sfarsit, fericita ca's acasa. Maine sper sa fie liber si sper sa terminam repede activitatea cu gunoaiele (care merge maine sa ma anunte si pe mine).... Acum ca am mai scris si pe aici desi nu aveam idei, va las si sper sa ne vedem maine la stransul gunoaielor:)).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-6500954494907731275?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/6500954494907731275/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/09/fara-titlu.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/6500954494907731275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/6500954494907731275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/09/fara-titlu.html' title='fara titlu..'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-5984824862845016390</id><published>2010-09-19T21:46:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T22:42:55.464+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hanorac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iluzie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nimeni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poveste'/><title type='text'>Poveste de seara....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Era seara, simtea ca se sufoca in casa si a decis sa iasa sa se plimbe putin. Picaturile de ploaie ce cadeau incet n'o impiedicau. A iesit. Era singura si mergea grabita, desi nu mergea intr'un loc anume. A ajuns in parc, acesta fiind gol, linistit si intunecat. Nu se temea, desi observase ca o umbra o urma, nu'i pasa, s'a plimbat un timp, dupa care s'a decis sa se opreasca pe o banca destul de uda. N'o interesa, s'a asezat...umbra se apropia, iar cand a ajuns aproape s'a asezat langa ea, era un baiat. Fata a intrebat  nepasatoare "Ce vrei?","Nimic",vocea dura care a raspuns a cutremurat'o, nu intelegea nimic, iar curiozitatea incepuse sa'si faca aparitia. "De ce ma urmaresti?", nu primeste raspuns, se ridica, repeta intrebarea, insa nu primi raspuns nici de data asta. Pleaca. Baiatul ramase acolo. Nu rezista tentatiei si se intoarce. "Cine esti?", "Nimeni...". Se apropie nedumerita si il prinse de mana "Explica!", "Ce?", "Cum adica nimeni? Nu te inteleg.", il privea in ochii albastri inlacrimati, stia ca nu va mai primi raspunsuri. O saruta, dupa care dispare in cateva secunde, fata ramanand doar cu hanoracul lui negru. Il imbraca desi era prea mare si mai ramase cateva momente acolo. O lacrima ii cadea fara sa'si dea seama, se intoarce acasa, isi incuie camera, plange o ora intreaga fara sa'si dea seama de ce, pur si simplu simtea nevoia sa planga. Se dezbraca, mirosea incontinuu acel hanorac, acel miros nu'l va uita niciodata cu siguranta. Deschise calculatorul pentru a asculta muzica, pe ecran ii apare un mesaj "Nimeni... sau nu? Iluzie? Vis? Halucinatie? Tu decizi...". Hanoracul il tinea strans, lacrimile ii curgeau, stia ca nu se va mai intalni niciodata cu acest "nimeni". A plans pana a adormit. Chiar si in somn ii mai puteai auzi suspinele. Niciodata nu a inteles ce se intamplase. Niciodata n'a uitat acea seara, hanoracul il mai pastreaza si acum, e singura dovada ca nu a visat, il iubea. Iubea un "nimeni".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-5984824862845016390?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/5984824862845016390/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/09/poveste-de-seara.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/5984824862845016390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/5984824862845016390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/09/poveste-de-seara.html' title='Poveste de seara....'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-4462641317512887635</id><published>2010-09-16T22:36:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T22:55:11.804+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meci'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prima zi de scoala'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manele'/><title type='text'>aberatii...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Hey lume! Da, traiesc spre ghinionul unora...nu prea am ce sa va povestesc dar fac un efort sa va zic nimic:)). Am inceput scoala cu teme multe, cu oboseala mareeee, cu manele idioate ca doar asta se asculta in microbuze, deci dimineata ma trezesc intr'o stare destul de buna, cand ajung la masina imi piere toata energia, aglomeratie multa, durerea de picior care o suport de cateva zile, somn, carti, etc etc . Vreau weekend! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;De o jumatate de ora am primit vreo 11 mass'uri unul dupa altul despre un meci, nu m'am prins inca ce meci pentru ca vad doar gol cu o multime de "ooooooo", si iar "oooooo". Inca unul si fug!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Inchei aici si sper sa revin zilele astea cu o postare cu sens. Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-4462641317512887635?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/4462641317512887635/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/09/aberatii.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/4462641317512887635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/4462641317512887635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/09/aberatii.html' title='aberatii...'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-7121236174442872951</id><published>2010-09-13T20:20:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T20:55:00.543+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prima zi de scoala'/><title type='text'>prima zi de scoala..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sa va spun ceva, sunt sigura ca nu stie nimeni, sper sa ramana secretul nostru, da?shht! Azi am inceput scoala (vezi ca nu stiai?) si a fost o nebunie pura...M'am trezit pe la 7, ma uitam la telefon si vorbeam singura "chiar e 7?n'are cum?", m'am ridicat din pat cu niste nervi de imi venea sa arunc cu tot, m'am pregatit, am asteptat fetele si parca umpic mai fericita si cu un zambet fals ca sa numai raspund la intrebarea "de ce esti suparata?" am mers spre masina...alt chin, aglomerat,nebunie, auzeam intr'una "scoala, scoala, scoala". Ajung la liceu, lume multa, parinti, profesori, ma strecor si eu pe acolo, urmeaza o deschidere din care n'am auzit absolut nimic, dar nici nu m'am straduit. Toata lumea "Hey ! ce faci?", "Bine, tu?", bla bla, am vazut azi persoane pe ale caror fete citeam "nu am scapat de tine, n'am chef sa te vad", nici eu!pleaca!dispari!mi'e greata!treceam mai departe destul de "fericita" urand tot liceul ala. Mai mergeam iar citeam pe fata unora "placerea" de a ma vedea, lucrul asta incepuse sa ma faca fericita, macar faceam ceva, dupa m'am intalnit si cu oamenii care imi sunt prieteni, deja imi revenisem. In clasa, am facut multe poze, am vorbit cu unii dintre colegi, am mers prin parc cu grupul magic:)) , apoi cu un entuziasm imens am mers la masina, tragic!!!! nici nu aveam de unde sa ma tin, imi pierdeam echilibrul la fiecare frana pusa de soferul ala, norocul meu ca nu aveam unde sa cad, nu era loc:)). Cand ma gandesc ca maine reiau tot, imi vine sa tip, plus ca maine ma trezesc la 6 nu la 7:-@. In concluzie, sunt asa de fericita ca am inceput liceul, o sa sar in sus de fericire, yuhuu! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-7121236174442872951?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/7121236174442872951/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/09/sa-va-spun-ceva-sunt-sigura-ca-nu-stie.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/7121236174442872951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/7121236174442872951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/09/sa-va-spun-ceva-sunt-sigura-ca-nu-stie.html' title='prima zi de scoala..'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-26462084194666669</id><published>2010-09-03T19:40:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T20:03:39.090+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scoala'/><title type='text'>scoala...:-@</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Daca tot l'am stresat o groaza pe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://alchooolic.blogspot.com"&gt; Dani &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(bro) cu blog'ul ca sa schimb aspectul si numele pentru ca nu puteam sa ma decid singura, trebuie sa si postez nu?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;De ceva zile toti imi trimit "Madaaa incepem scoala", unii se bucura, altii sunt tristi, eu ma bucur pentru ca o sa va vad ca sa nu va mai aud ca nu imi este dor de voi, dar cand ma gandesc ca o sa avem multe multe teste, si'o sa invatam, si'o sa avem teme, si multe carti de citit, si materiile alea pe care le urasc (chimie, mate) chiar nu ma mai bucur deloc:)). Ok, sunt momentele de dupa ore care salveaza ziua, dar cand ajungem acasa si suntem morti de oboseala si aveam ghiozdanul plin cu teme,cum este? sau cum e dimineata la 6 cand ne trezim si afara e asa frig si urat si tot ce vrei e sa ramai in patul tau cald? dupa 2 saptamani o sa va treaca fericirea asta de scoala..sau nu doua, ca e inceputul, prin octombrie asa o sa va vad atat de tristi si ce'o sa mai rad. Deci..sa vina scoala!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-26462084194666669?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/26462084194666669/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/09/scoala.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/26462084194666669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/26462084194666669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/09/scoala.html' title='scoala...:-@'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-2895472801885978724</id><published>2010-08-31T15:55:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T16:42:25.745+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ultima zi de vara'/><title type='text'>ultima zi de vara...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;E ultima zi de vara. Timpul deja a inceput sa se schimbe, vant, ploi, frunze uscate, se apropie scoala. Nu am simtit vara asta, a trecut atat de repede si a fost asa frumoasa..tot ce'i frumos se termina repede.Vreau vara inapoi! Voi incepe toamna intr'un mod urat, fara aparatul foto (nu intreba!) si acest lucru face toamna si mai urata. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Azi totul este trist... toata natura simte ca vine toamna, frunzele se pregatesc sa acopere pamantul, iar copacii sunt tot mai tristi datorita faptului ca vor fi parasiti, asta'i atmosfera care ne aduce in starea aceea de amorteala, plictiseala, lene, bla bla:-@..Sper ca toamna asta sa vina cu lucruri frumoase si fara plictiseala!...ummm!o sa revin zilele urmatoare cu postari mai vesele despre toamna (daca voi avea).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;S'a dus vara...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-2895472801885978724?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/2895472801885978724/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/08/ultima-zi-de-vara.html#comment-form' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/2895472801885978724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/2895472801885978724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/08/ultima-zi-de-vara.html' title='ultima zi de vara...'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-3012519267497634512</id><published>2010-08-24T22:49:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T01:29:14.271+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='furt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romania'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tomberoane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='criza'/><title type='text'>fara titlu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In seara asta vreau sa vorbesc despre ce face criza asta din oameni. Cu vreo 2 saptamani in urma  realizam ca numai am unde sa pun gunoiul (nu glumesc), pur si simplu tomberonul disparuse, am fost socata, nu'mi venea sa cred, cum naiba sa'ti fure tomberonul (si gunoiul), pana azi am crezut ca'i o gluma proasta,ma gandeam.."Ce sa faci cu un tomberon, 2, 3, 4?Ok,furi unul, ca n'ai, dar cat gunoi ai omule pentru atatea?"(au fost furate si de la cativa vecini)...azi surpriza, mi'am primit raspunsurile, vreo 2 indivizi strigau la porti ca au tomberoane de vanzare, eu de obicei nu prea dau importanta, nu ies, nu ma deranjez prea tare, dar erau asa de insistenti incat m'au scos din casa, am inceput sa rad si am zis in gand "am gasit inca o descriere pentru Romania-tupeu jegos", am intrat in casa foarte dezgustata si inca tin sa cred ca'i o gluma proasta ceea ce se petrece la noi in tara.&lt;br /&gt;Imi pare atat de rau de tara asta, are potential, dar nu este folosit, pacat de Romania, de minunatele peisaje, de pamantul nefolosit, de tot ce are uimitor in ea (si sunt multe) si pacat de noi, romanii care nu avem o reputatie prea buna. Daca vom continua asa, o sa ne autodistrugem pe noi si tara noastra. Dar, cine sa faca ceva pentru Romania din moment ce toti vrem case, masini, elicoptere,avioane, bani si pentru nepotii nepotilor nostri, lautari, vacante in strainatate, nunti de "mama cat aur, ce mireasa plina de pietre" si lista continua,umm?Oare cine? Pacat.&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/3579165537056907668-3012519267497634512?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/3012519267497634512/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/08/fara-titlu.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/3012519267497634512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/3012519267497634512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/08/fara-titlu.html' title='fara titlu!'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-7002275570239379314</id><published>2010-08-17T11:24:00.019+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T19:03:09.950+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bran'/><title type='text'>hmmm..Bran</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TGpNACFr0LI/AAAAAAAAAR0/E05_mFVD6aA/s1600/CIMG9355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TGpHsWTWtLI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Qu15dpzWjFs/s400/CIMG9139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506292321640428722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TGpHi2jRLCI/AAAAAAAAAQM/YH7x3HnDPYM/s1600/CIMG9093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TGpHi2jRLCI/AAAAAAAAAQM/YH7x3HnDPYM/s400/CIMG9093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506292158498417698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;13-15 August- Bran...sa descriu totul in cateva cuvinte...In primul rand am scapat de caldura un timp scurt in timp ce ne'am distrat de minune. Bowling, remi, table, farse, trezirea cu bataie de apa si sprite :)), bataie cu perne, parau trecut [(yuhuuu!) desi pare usor nu era, avea o viteza de te speriai doar cand te uitai],povesti de groaza, Dracula, stele cazatoare, farse, suveniruri, ras, festival, plimbari, urcat pe munte in papuci (ufff, cata chinuiala la coborare),volei, fotbal,poze,muzica, peisaje...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-7002275570239379314?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/7002275570239379314/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/08/hmmmbran.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/7002275570239379314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/7002275570239379314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/08/hmmmbran.html' title='hmmm..Bran'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TGpNACFr0LI/AAAAAAAAAR0/E05_mFVD6aA/s72-c/CIMG9355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-378698773578269750</id><published>2010-08-04T12:10:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T14:27:08.595+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motociclisti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motoare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insa tu nu m&apos;ai vazut'/><title type='text'>Insa tu nu m'ai vazut..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GcfwBzFdRQ4&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=C347A9A2CB7ED618&amp;amp;playnext=1&amp;amp;index=9"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GcfwBzFdRQ4 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;In sfarsit am gasit asta...am cautat mult pentru ca numai stiam cum se numea, aud tot timpul cand admir o motocicleta "vai, da esti nebuna", "asa vrei sa ajungi?" si tot felul de chestii d'astea. Nu inteleg de ce sunt majoritatea impotriva motoarelor.Ador motocicletele si sper sa am una dupa ce fac 18,19 ani,urasc persoanele care jignesc motociclistii in toate modurile posibile. Stiu ca sunt multi motociclisti care lasa de dorit, dar nu inseamna ca toti sunt la fel. Tin minte , vara trecuta in Italia cand am vazut vreo 30 de motociclisti care ambalau motoarele neincetat, am intrebat ce se intampla, unul de'al lor murise si era chiar in fata transportat spre biserica sau cimitir, nu stiu exact:-?...nu fusese vina lui, intrase unu' cu masina in el. Am plecat mai departe cu lacrimi in ochi. Multi spun ca toate accidentele sunt din cauza celor pe 2 roti, dar uite ca nu'i asa, nu'i vina lor mereu.Urasc ideea asta ca motociclistii fac numai rau. Urasc ca sunt bagati in aceeasi oala cu totii. Cel putin o treime din ei nu sunt cum se spune (se stie destul de clar cum sunt motociclistii considerati), macar pentru treimea aceea nu mai jigniti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-378698773578269750?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/378698773578269750/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/08/httpwww.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/378698773578269750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/378698773578269750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/08/httpwww.html' title='Insa tu nu m&apos;ai vazut..'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-8085238134750851430</id><published>2010-08-03T00:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T00:57:42.553+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ascult'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glumesc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iubesc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='citesc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raspund'/><title type='text'>"madaaaaa ce faci?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rad, iubesc, glumesc, ascult, citesc, raspund, tastez, cant, pierd timp pe travian, respir, casc, gandesc, clipesc, numar secunde, ma intind, ma enervez, spun noapte buna, ma relaxez din nou, fredonez, iti raspund detaliat cum ai cerut si mai si postez...hey?!multumit?:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-8085238134750851430?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/8085238134750851430/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/08/madaaaaa-ce-faci.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/8085238134750851430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/8085238134750851430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/08/madaaaaa-ce-faci.html' title='&quot;madaaaaa ce faci?&quot;'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-4189292491503086423</id><published>2010-08-01T14:24:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T14:26:02.062+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casa din grau si mazare'/><title type='text'>my home:))</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TFVZtYd4XKI/AAAAAAAAAQE/PNpzZI7Teg4/s1600/CIMG8444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TFVZtYd4XKI/AAAAAAAAAQE/PNpzZI7Teg4/s400/CIMG8444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500401156099693730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-4189292491503086423?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/4189292491503086423/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-home.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/4189292491503086423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/4189292491503086423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-home.html' title='my home:))'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TFVZtYd4XKI/AAAAAAAAAQE/PNpzZI7Teg4/s72-c/CIMG8444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-7591810293904507981</id><published>2010-07-18T22:48:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T13:50:31.722+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schimbari la adolescenti'/><title type='text'>un fel de schimbare...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Poate m-am schimbat mult in ultima vreme, poate am gresit, poate am plans, poate m'a durut enorm, ceva in inima mea se rupea, petice primea mereu, dar nu era la fel, poate m'ai vazut cu ochii umezi, dar nu ti'a pasat pentru ca ai chestia aia numita orgoliu...am aratat ca sunt tare, desi sufletul imi urla si plangea...si plangea, si nu se oprea, durere il sfasia, dandu'i orgoliului hrana. Poate muzica era singura care mai putea sa ma calmeze, poate ca nu am mai comunicat cu nimeni inchizandu'ma in mine. Orgoliul nu m'ar lasa sa descriu exact totul...pentru ca'i mai mare decat vointa mea.Da! l'am lasat s'o invinga pentru ca uneori e necesar, adica in clipele alea care pur si simplu stiu ca nimeni oricat de mult ar incerca nu m'ar intelege.. sunt "dificila,orgoliosa,rasfatata, incapatanata etc." poate gresesc cand spun totul in fata, poate nu, nici eu nu inteleg uneori sau mai bine spus nu ma inteleg nici eu..si totusi tin sa cred ca nu's singura care greseste, nu pot demonstra pentru ca zidul pe care l'ai construit defensiv in fata propriului tau orgoliu e greu de distrus,imi intrece armele ofensive, e prea greu sa trec dincolo,dar nici nu incerc:)) nu voi mai explica nimic pentru ca nu am pentru cine, oricum nu e important,nu'i asa?..tin sa mai spun si un "multumesc!" deoarece am aflat acum ca sunt mai puternica decat credeam, iar caracterul meu devine si mai puternic pe zi ce trece, si daca asta ma schimba,e bine asa, chiar numai conteaza, si acum ce sa mai scriu?!despre nimic....."imi pun masca si incep iar, nimic nu ma distruge":)), nu...ma bucur de vacanta care trece prea repede, uimitor de repede, de ce nu trece si anul scolar asa?e o enigma..baaiii distrati'va!vacanta nu ne asteapta, trece, se duce...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-7591810293904507981?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/7591810293904507981/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/07/un-fel-de-schimbare.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/7591810293904507981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/7591810293904507981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/07/un-fel-de-schimbare.html' title='un fel de schimbare...'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-5340833529035447932</id><published>2010-07-09T12:09:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T12:38:27.371+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='are iubirea varsta'/><title type='text'>are iubirea varsta?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aseara, cum nu aveam somn m'am gandit sa mai aprind si eu televizorul sa aud ce mai este nou..schimbam eu posturile pe acolo cautand ceva care sa merite si gasesc pe unul "iubirea nu are varsta, ea 33, el 83". Stau ma uit, ma gandesc ca s'a gresit acolo, am mai vazut diferente,20,30, dar 50 nu.Ma gandeam..e imposibil. Dar spre mirarea mea nu era, am inceput sa rad zicand ca nu se poate.Si vorbeau aia 2 acolo ca se iubesc pana peste cap, ca sufera unul dupa altul :-@."Ok,si ce iubesti cel mai mult la el?", raspuns:"Sufletul lui cald."Bai ma lasi?!chiar ii iubesti sufletul?woa...am ramas profund impresionata de sinceritatea tipei, inca putin si plangeam.Si stau si ma gandesc cum naiba e posibil asa ceva?Nu vreau sa judec pe nimeni, dar cum naiba sa ma indragostesc de unul care are aceeasi varsta ca bunicamiu sau chiar mai mare?!Atat de penibil..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;N'o avea iubirea varsta, dar totusi, sa nu exageram!sau probabil nu inteleg eu iubirea...:-@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-5340833529035447932?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/5340833529035447932/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/07/are-iubirea-varsta.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/5340833529035447932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/5340833529035447932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/07/are-iubirea-varsta.html' title='are iubirea varsta?!'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-5723143681160574747</id><published>2010-07-05T22:35:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T19:11:28.131+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sighisoara'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ploaie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brasov'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biertan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excursie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iulia Hasdeu'/><title type='text'>Sighisoara..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TDMrHp99E-I/AAAAAAAAAPs/QnJoN3GbfRg/s1600/CIMG7307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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font-weight: bold;"&gt;27.06.2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si acum voi incerca sa cuprind tot ce s'a intamplat in aceste zile, desi imi va fi foarte greu. Gandul ma duce direct ziua plecarii (pentru ca vreau sa pastrez ordinea evenimentelor) cand plini de voiosie am plecat la drum, spre frumoasa cetate Sighisoara pe care n'o mai vizitasem pana acum. Prima noastra oprire a fost in Campina la Muzeul Memorial Nicolae Grigorescu, a doua oprire la Iulia Hasdeu unde am ramas fara cuvinte, castelul,tristetea povestii, senzatia aceea ciudata, oglinzi, posibilele spirite din cladire, lumanari, totul era foarte straniu...dupa un timp de mers cu masina am ajuns in Brasov unde trebuia sa vizitam Biserica Neagra, dar cum era inchisa am putut face ce vrem, majoritatea am mers la cumparaturi. Dupa o ora am mers la un turn sau :-? nu'mi amintesc ce era de unde vedeam tot Brasovul (e o priveliste uimitoare, dar apoi si o durere ingrozitoare de picioare dupa ce urci toate scarile alea), cand am coborat am intrat in "Bastionul Graft" (asa scrie pe biletul pe care inca'l am) unde am admirat arme. Dupa un drum plin de "parapante" =)) (serpentine)  ajungem in Sighisoara. Toata lumea in camere, vorba, bagaje, schimburi, paturi lipite, odihna, tur al orasului cu Daria, pizza de la chelnerul care incepuse sa ne vorbeasca in italiana si apoi ne'a intrebat in romana "de ce nu vorbim":)), hotel, ras, camere, intr'un tarziu putin somn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;28.06.2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dupa micul dejun ne'am hotarat sa ajungem sus pe munte, la Vila Franca unde vedeam luminite colorate seara. Am facut ceva timp pe drum, dar peisajele minunate si sucul delicios din varf de munte au meritat toata osteneala. Fara sa ne dam seama timpul a zburat rapid, iar cand am ajuns jos, trebuia deja sa mergem la pranz. Dupa masa ne'am pregatit rapid pentru intalnirea cu Dudu, care ne'a invatat multe jocuri, ne'a facut sa radem permanent (Multumim Dudu!). Trebuie sa reamintesc si melcii Cristinei care "au fost foarte buni", eu nu am gustat, dar ii cred pe ceilalti. In plimbarea de seara am cunoscut multe locuri frumoase din Sighisoara, chiar daca nu a fost tot grupul am reusit sa ne distram foarte mult. O zi superba...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;29.06.2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aceasta dimineata a inceput pentru unele cu mersul la Manastirea Sf. Dimitrie, iar pentru celelalte cu mersul la bazin. Eu am ales Manastirea deoarece drumul de intoarcere a fost o provocare (tin sa mentionez 6km-o ora), iar peisajele au fost superbe. Manastirea era uluitor de frumoasa, bratarile la fel, slujba minunata, iar noul nostru prieten (motan) Norocel a fost cel mai frumos lucru de acolo. A urmat turul cetatii, printre picaturi de ploaie. Am vazut Camera Torturii, am admirat privelistea din turn, am vazut cum functioneaza ceasul de acolo, am cumparat suveniruri...la ora 18:00 am vazut o piesa de teatru la care am ras cu lacrimi (Augustine ce'ai facut?!Ai pierdut tot ce'ai avut?! YEAH!), copiii aceia au fost super draguti, haiosi, seriosi (toate in acelasi timp), sincere felicitari!Ne'am continuat seara cu o mica plimbare, masa si apoi am jucat carti pana tarziu in hotel..:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;30.06.2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Astazi am mers la Biertan unde am vazut multe locuri interesante, pline de istorie, am vazut cea mai veche casa saseasca, am admirat peisaje care nici nu credeam ca exista (absolut superbe), am facut poze multe multe. Ne'am intors, ne'am plimbat umpic, am mancat, iar apoi intorsi la hotel am vorbit si am ras pana pe la 4 dimineata.:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;01.07.2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dupa cateva ore prin cetate, m'am intors la hotel cu gandul de a ma odihni pana la masa pentru ca eram moarta de oboseala insa nu am reusit deoarece dupa primele 10 minute fetele si Bogdan se hotarasera deja sa ma trezeasca...si...m'au gadilat in talpa pana n'am mai avut ce face si m'am trezit. Am mers la masa, parca eram beata, atat de ametita eram, iar dupa ne'am pregatit pentru vanatoarea de comori. Am alergat prin toata cetatea pentru indiciile care ne'au dat mari dureri de cap. Pentru fiecare indiciu trebuia sa facem ceva: cantat si dansat, declaratie de dragoste, urcat si coborat scari, sa sarim intr'un picior in timp ce ne invartim, sa mimam...A fost foarte greu la inceput sa'i gasim si pe cei care sa ne dea indiciul. Prima provocare - parcul:))...cat mai radeau persoanele de acolo de noi, faceau glume pe seama noastra si tot felul de chestii super haioase. Imi trecuse toata oboseala, copiii de la teatru ne'au chinuit cat au putut de mult, ne'au pacalit, nu erau multumiti:)), au fost foarte foarte diabolici si foarte foarte tari. Echipa mea a luat locul 2:X..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seara am mers in club toata gasca, am dansat, ne'am distrat cat am putut de mult,a fost superb. A fost ultima noastra noapte in Sighisoara si am profitat cat am putut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;02.07.2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Destul de tristi ca se terminase ne'am facut bagajele si am asteptat masina in timp ce am primit bratara de la Daria (Multumesc!), Irinela si'a facut codite, am mai vorbit, am scris in caietul de impresii. Eu am plans umpic (ca de obicei :-@ ) si am plecat la drum, spre Brasov unde urma sa avem program de voie 2 ore dupa ce vedeam Strada Sforii. Dupa ce ne'am despartit de grup am mers (eu, Cris, Iuli, Iri) sa ne luam inghetata (yumii!) si ne'am asejat noi pe niste banci urmarind intrarea tarilor la un festival de dans sau nu stiu exact ce se petrecea acolo. Totul minunat pana in momentul in care din senin au aparut niste nori negri imensi, in maxim 2 minute ploua cu galeata:)). Am pornit in cea mai mare viteza spre masina care era de partea cealalta a orasului:)), ajungem acolo toate super ude, masina inchisa, niciun loc de adapostit (era parcare, ce vrei?!), soferul urma sa vina dupa ce se oprea ploaia, mda..ploaia se tot inrautatea. La un moment dat am vazut niste super motociclete care au oprit in parcare, iar pe motociclisti intrand intr'o cladire, nici acum nu stiu ce era acolo, biblioteca, universitate:-? si mi'a venit geniala idee sa mergem si noi:)) si am putut sa ramanem acolo (nebunia mea pentru motociclete ne'a salvat:)) ). Dupa ce s'a oprit ploaia au venit si restul, am intrat in masina si am inceput operatiunea "deschide bagaje!" pentru a ne schimba, era imposibil sa ramanem asa, ude pana la piele:)). Ne'am schimbat in masina, iar apoi ne'am continuat drumul.:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A fost o excursie superba.Abia astept sa merg din nou in Sighisoara.:X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-5723143681160574747?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/5723143681160574747/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/07/sighisoara.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/5723143681160574747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/5723143681160574747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/07/sighisoara.html' title='Sighisoara..'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TDMrHp99E-I/AAAAAAAAAPs/QnJoN3GbfRg/s72-c/CIMG7307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-8416535479872192548</id><published>2010-06-21T19:28:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:19:23.238+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='circ safari'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spectacol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trucuri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dresori'/><title type='text'>circus SAFARI...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TB-WjT8uQuI/AAAAAAAAAMs/iNqIAd-UM44/s1600/PO20100621_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TB-WjT8uQuI/AAAAAAAAAMs/iNqIAd-UM44/s320/PO20100621_0042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485268404555104994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TB-WTZW4_MI/AAAAAAAAAMk/TmLUP7HAWw4/s1600/circul_safari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TB-WTZW4_MI/AAAAAAAAAMk/TmLUP7HAWw4/s320/circul_safari.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485268131129130178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aseara am fost la circ, pot spune un circ special pentru ca mi'a placut enorm, foarte diferit de ceea ce vazusem pana acum prin Bucuresti.Spectacolul a inceput cu dresura de lei, care a fost fantastica, apoi au fost 3 dansuri dintre care cel mai mult m'a impresionat cel facut de 2 tipi care faceau niste miscari si niste scheme de "OMG!" intr'un fel imposibile, uimitor oricum (erau pur si simplu elastici).Jack Sparrow si Piratii din Caraibe au prezentat show-ul cu serpi de marimi foarte mari, iguane. Araboaicele au facut un dans superb in timp ce arabii intrau calare pe camile si un cal alb cu pete negre foarte frumos,apoi au intrat lama, bizonii americani si bivolii. Senzatie au facut si cei 2 elefanti care au dansat, s'au asezat pe "scaune" si alte trucuri. Cei mici au fost incantati de poneii pe care s'au plimbat si de clownii arenei care nu au incetat niciun moment sa'i faca sa rada sau sa'i "impodobeasca" cu peruci si nasuri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Am mai vazut tarantule care au fost puse pe fata dresorului, pe maini si hipopotamul care era foarte caraghios (ii mai lipsea un nas rosu).In pauza am putut vedea toate animalele, am atins camilele care erau foarte dragute, leii erau putin agitati dupa spectacol, elefantii dansau, girafa primea mancare, iedutii si poneii s'au lasat atinsi de toata lumea iar hipopotamul se tavalea prin noroi. Muzica din timpul spectacolului a fost si ea grozava, iar spectacolul s'a incheiat printr'un cantec cantat de clown si prin dansul la care au participat aproape toti dresorii:X..Totul a fost uimitor si sper ca acestia sa se intoarca si la anul asa cum au promis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-8416535479872192548?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/8416535479872192548/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/06/circ-safari.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/8416535479872192548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/8416535479872192548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/06/circ-safari.html' title='circus SAFARI...'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TB-WjT8uQuI/AAAAAAAAAMs/iNqIAd-UM44/s72-c/PO20100621_0042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-4919633688593281901</id><published>2010-06-13T18:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T19:13:16.729+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='omor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sange'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lacrimi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cadavre'/><title type='text'>poate sadism...II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TBUDlAXfgsI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Z7PaFIbXZso/s1600/inger_trist_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TBUDlAXfgsI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Z7PaFIbXZso/s320/inger_trist_0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482292055682024130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Totul este alb...pasesc usor si deschid prima usa, vad primele picaturi de sange pe covorasul alb din holul tau superb, mai merg, ajung la oglinda din camera mamei tale si ma privesc, o rochie alba de plaja, dar stai !de ce sunt atatea picaturi de sange pe ea? de ce am sange pe maini? unde esti tu? te strig...nu raspunzi..ajung in fata usii camerei tale care este intre deschisa, ceva puternic din mine nu ma lasa sa o ating, primele lacrimi se scurg pe obrajii mei, ceeee?lacrimi de sange? ce se intampla? imping usa, cineva zace pe patul tau acoperit de cearsaful alb plin si acesta de sange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;..pasesc..totul este murdar, sange, prea mult sange, ating cearsaful si'l ridic cu spaima...sunt eu!?incerc sa ma privesc,cum e posibil?dar uite ca te intorci in camera plangand, te intreb de ce plangi?dar ma ignori ca si cum nu ai auzi...te opresti in fata cadavrului si incepi sa urli cu disperare "de ce?", stai putin!de ce ce?vorbesc cu tine..tu chiar nu ma auzi!?mi'e frica, explica'mi ce se intampla, explica'mi de ce nu ma auzi?te ating, de ce nu ma simti?nu,nu'i un vis, e realitate, stai!unde pleci?nu ma lasa singura aici!iesi pe usa plangand si urland, parca te doare ceva, trebuie sa vad cine e pe pat, ridic cearsaful, este imposibil sa fiu eu...dar atata asemanare!doamne am murit?sunt moarta?!dar de ce?cum? ... el se intoarce in aceeasi stare cu un pistol in mana, si'l pune in tampla, incerc sa'l opresc, nu ma aude, nu ma simte, nu pot!nuu! alte picaturi de sange sar pe peretii puri...galagie infernala, politie, tipete, lacrimi, cadavre, sange, nebunie, ingeri, demoni, infern, rai, stooop!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-4919633688593281901?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/4919633688593281901/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/06/poate-sadismii.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/4919633688593281901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/4919633688593281901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/06/poate-sadismii.html' title='poate sadism...II'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TBUDlAXfgsI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Z7PaFIbXZso/s72-c/inger_trist_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-6313133278560231585</id><published>2010-06-08T16:10:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T17:50:21.381+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vlad Tepes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampiri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fenomenul Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filme cu vampiri'/><title type='text'>nebunia vampireasca...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TA5X3ZP4jUI/AAAAAAAAAMU/DKu1WU78_X0/s1600/vampir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 177px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TA5X3ZP4jUI/AAAAAAAAAMU/DKu1WU78_X0/s320/vampir.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480414405738401090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ma tot gandesc de ceva zile sa scriu un articol despre vampiri,dar cum n'am avut timp si nici dispozitie am lasat'o balta, iar acum desi sunt obosita si vreau sa dorm scriu mai intai postarea asta..de ce despre vampiri?pai au devenit un subiect despre care se tot vorbeste, mai ales despre fenomenul Twilight care a inebunit pur si simplu lumea, sa nu se inteleaga ca nu'mi place pentru ca si pe mine m'a zapacit si m-a determinat sa urmaresc tot felul de seriale si filme cu vampiri, sa citesc cartile, uimitor a fost pentru mine cat succes au putut avea si inca au, majoritatea fetelor sunt inebunite dupa actori, muscaturi, sange, unele deja au facut o obsesie pentru vampiri, majoritatea au in cap vampiri, vampiri si iar vampiri, aud din ce in ce mai des "mi'as dori propriul vampir", cautam info despre adevaratii vampiri,legende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;[se spune ca Vlad Tepes era considerat vampir, anume Contele Dracula de care am auzit cu totii, datorita faptului ca dupa fiecare lupta castigata acesta isi potolea setea cu sangele invinsilor sau faimoasele pedepse cu tragerea in teapa si datorita sadismului de care dadea dovada,legenda sau adevar? nimeni nu poate stii, dar se stie ca de aici a inceput totul (in Romania si chiar Europa) de aici s'a inceput povestea cu vampirii, s'au facut sute de filme, s'au scris carti si a inceput nebunia]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;,nici baietii cazuti in capcana vampireasca nu's prea departe, se tund la fel ca actorii de acolo, se imbraca la fel, incearca sa'i imite si tot asa..Ne'a intrat atat de mult in sange incat ne dorim sa fim ca ei, a aparut dorinta de a exista vampiri adevarati, sunt legende despre vampiri cu sutele, exista si anumile boli "ale vampirilor" care se trateaza...sincera sa fiu sunt curioasa sa vad ce va scoate acest fenomen de pe piata, ce va aparea in locul vampirilor sa ne atraga si mai mult...insa deocamdata este sezonul vampirilor!enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-6313133278560231585?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/6313133278560231585/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/06/nebunia-vampireasca.html#comment-form' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/6313133278560231585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/6313133278560231585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/06/nebunia-vampireasca.html' title='nebunia vampireasca...'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TA5X3ZP4jUI/AAAAAAAAAMU/DKu1WU78_X0/s72-c/vampir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-8678999587364498094</id><published>2010-06-03T22:32:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T22:52:54.692+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nimic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true blood'/><title type='text'>putina revolta?!bleah!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vin momente in care te saturi sa spui "ce dragut!" sau alte d'astea care le spui doar sa se simta persoana cu care vorbesti bine..pur si simplu sunt momente in care iti vine sa'i scoti pe toti din viata ta,de ce? pentru ca pur si simplu te saturi sa zambesti fals si sa spui cuvinte frumoase pentru lucruri care nu merita, e gretos...si acum vine lovitura "ce fitos,-oasa", ok! si pana la urma ce?da..citesti asta si iti spui "madu e intr'o stare naspa" si poate chiar asa e, si mai spui "iar citesc prostiile asteia", si?te obliga cineva?poti sa iesi chiar acum (vezi ca e un X sus in dreapta, apasa'l si vezi ce se intampla)..mda,poate ca m'am schimbat eu in astea 3 zile mult si de ce nici eu nu stiu, sau poate stiu, sau...:-?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ok, n'ai inteles nimic din ce'am scris mai sus si sincer n'am chef sa explic pentru ca n'am niciun motiv pentru care sa fac asta...postez in momentul asta pentru ca n'am mai scris prea multe lucruri in ultimul timp si e cam gol pe aici, stiu ca aberez vorbind despre nimic dar nu'mi pasa, dar cred ca inchei postarea pentru ca SURPRIZA!maine scoala!yuhhuu (bleah!ca tot ziceam de lucruri false) (chiar e culmea!toata saptamana am stat acasa si vinerea hai la scoala, ba esti nebun?!)si trebuie sa ma trezesc la 6 si nu ca m'as culca dar vreau sa mai vad vreo 2 episoade din True Blood pentru ca e superb filmul si chiar vorbesc serios..Oki,pa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-8678999587364498094?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/8678999587364498094/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/06/putina-revoltableah.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/8678999587364498094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/8678999587364498094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/06/putina-revoltableah.html' title='putina revolta?!bleah!!!!!!'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-607574948684436803</id><published>2010-05-29T23:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T16:14:04.198+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ploaie'/><title type='text'>ploaie,alergat,nimic...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deci ploaie...deci inceput prost..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;V'as recomanda cu placere plimbatul sau alergatul prin ploaie pentru ca e atat de frumos, te simti liber, visezi, te trezesti la viata, simti intensitatea stropilor de ploaie si zgomotul lor dur cand lovesc cu duritate pamantul si corpul tau cald, mirosul ala de ploaie si racoare, simti cum lumea de sus se descarca..libertate, iubire, vraja, speranta, magie, le simti pe toate cum plutesc deasupra ta intr'un zbor care se va termina odata cu ploaia..e pur si simplu magie,sa alergi sa prinzi cat mai multi stropi de ploaie si sa dansezi cu ei la nesfarsit...e o pura placere..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;dar gata cu vraja!de ce?pai nu va recomand ca totul se termina cu HAAAAPPPCIUUU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-607574948684436803?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/607574948684436803/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/05/ploaiealergatnimic.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/607574948684436803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/607574948684436803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/05/ploaiealergatnimic.html' title='ploaie,alergat,nimic...'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-215385439583300605</id><published>2010-05-27T21:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T22:49:46.968+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nestea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viata noua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='el'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tristete'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schweappes'/><title type='text'>ratacind prin necunoscut....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Mda..am intrat intr'o lume pe care n'o mai cunosc,ratacesc de cateva zile si nu inteleg de ce,dupa mult plans si multi nervi e bine ca te poate calma ceva, eu am descoperit...Nestea sau Schweappes ..putina liniste sau somn,aer si inca ceva (ce ramane secret), dar ce faci cand nu ai toate astea? o iei de la capat si plangi si zambesti foarte putin, te transformi din persoana care rade permanent intr'una depresiva sau ce?sunt momente in care ai nevoie doar de aer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;simti pur si simplu ca nu aparti acestui loc,te sufoca,te simti gol, sau poate unele sentimente dor si e si mai greu, intri intr'o lume pe care n'o cunosti, visezi prea mult si esti prea rupt de realitate..intrebarea e: de ce?...simti ca aici nu e acasa,simti ca ce se intampla in jurul tau te distruge incet si clipele de fericire sunt foarte putine..ai nevoie iarasi de drogul preferat - el.. si suferi si mai mult ca nu e acolo cand vrei tu...in cele din urma o iei de la capat, spui ca vei incepe o noua viata, fara trecut, fara durere, dar e usor? sentimentele totusi raman, te bantuiesc, nu poti scapa de ele oricat ai vrea, dar treci si peste asta desi e prea trist..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-215385439583300605?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/215385439583300605/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_27.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/215385439583300605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/215385439583300605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_27.html' title='ratacind prin necunoscut....'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-7603184144137499389</id><published>2010-05-17T21:12:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T23:20:57.924+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intuneric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ploaie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iubire'/><title type='text'>hai sa alergam prin ploaie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;..soarele s'a ascuns undeva intre norii negri, strazile se golesc usor, incepem sa vedem din ce in ce mai putine persoane, iar prima lacrima a cerului  mi-a atins gatul fierbinte, odata cu noaptea a inceput in sfarsit ploaia, iar eu nu caut niciun adapost, dar tie nu'ti place aceasta ploaie rece primavaratica si fugi in casa uitandu'te pe fereastra aburita la mine, iti citesc placerea de a ma privi in ochii tai negrii si nu rezisti prea mult si iesi din nou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ma iei de mana si imi soptesti ca vrei sa alergam prin ploaie desculti spre infinit, sa fugim departe doar noi doi, sa ne cantam fericirea, sa ne spunem cuvinte magice, nu apuc sa'ti raspund...imi acoperi buzele cu un sarut in timp ce ploaia continua sa alunece pe trupurile noastre infierbantate, e atat de rece, e miraculoas cum ne'a cuprins in vraja ei pura... e magie...e iubire...e libertate si fericire..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;nu'mi mai este frica de intuneric, de fulgerele care cad haotic in departare luminand cerul, acum nu, suntem doar noi..hai da'mi mana si hai sa alergam, hai sa prindem toti stropii de ploaie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; hai!hai cu mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-7603184144137499389?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/7603184144137499389/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/05/hai-sa-alergam-prin-ploaie.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/7603184144137499389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/7603184144137499389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/05/hai-sa-alergam-prin-ploaie.html' title='hai sa alergam prin ploaie!'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-999960536215400496</id><published>2010-05-11T23:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:01:29.006+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amintiri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rani'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joaca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gramada de gunoaie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iubire'/><title type='text'>gramada de gunoaie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tot ce'a ramas este o vaga amintire, totul este ca si cum nimic nu s'ar fi intamplat, numai crezi in visele carora le'ai dat viata, acum sunt moarte, sau poate s'au nascut moarte si eu n'am realizat, numai crezi in tine, in iubire, cu ce'ai ramas din tot ce'a fost?...mai cunosti oare cel mai puternic sentiment de pe pamant?ti'a placut joaca...joaca aceea cu sentimentele, sa te razbuni tu pe altii ca nu esti o persoana iubita de cine vrei, iti cunosti prea bine puterile si nu faci decat sa te joci si sa ranesti cum face ea cu tine..un joc murdar, plin de egoism, pe cine te razbuni oare?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;...incerci sa'ti ascunzi propria durere prin aceste jocuri, ranind la randul tau, iar ranile care le faci iti sunt alinarea, dezamagitor, stiu, trist, stiu, umilitor, stiu si asta..eu stiu multe, tu numai realizezi ce faci, nu'ti voi deschide ochii, te las in lumea ta, dar atunci cand te vei trezi la realitate va durea mult mai rau, vei pierde tot ce ai fi putut sa ai, vei vedea ca toate persoanele cu care te'ai jucat te ignora si numai fac parte din gramada de gunoaie pe care azi o ai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;atunci te vei cunoaste pe tine, ca pe un monstru, vei crede ca e ireal, dar totul va fi in zadar atunci, poate nu vei mai avea nici prieteni, nici nimic, iti vei cere scuze, probabil sa nu rezist si sa te iert, dar nu uita ranile raman orice s'ar intampla, raman tatuate pe suflet pentru totdeauna..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-999960536215400496?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/999960536215400496/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/05/gramada-de-gunoaie.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/999960536215400496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/999960536215400496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/05/gramada-de-gunoaie.html' title='gramada de gunoaie...'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-887039261768977033</id><published>2010-05-09T18:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T20:37:58.613+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intrebari'/><title type='text'>intrebari..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;de ce simti o durere asa puternica cand esti dezamagit? de ce plangi pe ascuns pentru ca iti  este frica sa arati ca suferi sau ca te deranjeaza anumite lucruri? de ce lupti cu propriul orgoliu? de ce nu primesti mereu la schimb tot ce meriti? cum te simti atunci cand esti indragostit, iar celalalt e cu altcineva doar pentru ambitie? cum rezisti emotiilor de zi cu zi?de ce te plictisesti cand ai atatea vise? de ce nu pui pret pe sentimente? de ce nu crezi in vise?&lt;/span&gt; cum te simti atunci cand esti ignorat de persoana pe care o iubesti? de ce te indragostesti de cine nu trebuie? de ce nu'ti asculti mereu inima? de ce trebuie sa faci totul cum zice lumea si nu cum vrei tu? de ce iti pasa?&gt; de ce ranesti? de ce nu esti tu?de ce joci un rol? cum te simti cand esti tratat cum tratezi tu? de ce nu simti ce simt si eu? de ce nu vezi suferinta din jurul tau?...de ce te joci iar si iar cu sentimente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-887039261768977033?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/887039261768977033/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/05/intrebari.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/887039261768977033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/887039261768977033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/05/intrebari.html' title='intrebari..'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-7124368682479148300</id><published>2010-05-04T20:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T21:04:38.831+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='numai tu'/><title type='text'>numai tu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Numai tu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ma inveti sa iubesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Numai tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;imi arati ce inseamna fericirea si suferinta, libertatea deplina si captivitatea, gelozia, nebunia....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Numai tu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;imi dai energia pentru o noua zi.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Numai tu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;dai culoare vietii. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Numai tu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ma faci sa plang, sa rad, sa iubesc, sa sarut, sa'mi cant fericirea.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Numai tu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;imi dai sperante, vise, fluturasi in stomac, iubire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Numai tu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ma inveti sa zbor, sa plutesc, sa iubesc soarele, luna, stelele, cerul, viata,totul..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Numai tu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ma inveti sa iert, sa trec peste,dar dai si putere orgoliului meu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Numai tu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ma inveti ce'i increderea, dorinta, adrenalina.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Numai tu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ma inveti sa fiu eu.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Numai tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; m'ai invatat ce'i amintirea, de aceea n'o sa uit...&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/3579165537056907668-7124368682479148300?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/7124368682479148300/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/05/numai-tu.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/7124368682479148300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/7124368682479148300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/05/numai-tu.html' title='numai tu...'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-5686617865150121937</id><published>2010-05-02T11:37:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T13:30:14.711+03:00</updated><title type='text'>La MuLtI aNi AlEx!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;..Alex, zilele petrecute cu tine la Bucuresti au fost superbe, ne'ai aratat ca esti o persoana de nota 10!:DMultumesc ca ne'ai sustinut:Dsi ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;LA MULTI ANI!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS: ne mai primesti la anul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-5686617865150121937?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/5686617865150121937/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/5686617865150121937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/5686617865150121937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='La MuLtI aNi AlEx!'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-8318062844664439209</id><published>2010-04-28T21:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T23:22:18.251+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='infomatrix 2010'/><title type='text'>INFOMATRIX 2010...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nici nu stiu cum o sa incep acest post pentru ca am emotii si cand vad pozele parca retraiesc clipele acelea minunate care s-au terminat mult prea repede, prima mea participare la un concurs international a fost ceva unic,superb,adorabil, nu pot gasi cuvintele potrivite, magnific...cand am plecat de acasa nu m-am gandit niciun moment ca imi voi face in patru zile prieteni dupa care sa plang la sfarsit si de care sa'mi fie dor.O experienta unica...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prima zi a fost umpic cam stresanta pentru ca aveam emotii prea multe,a doua zi dupa ce am scapat de juriu,eram cea mai fericita,urmatoarele zile nu a mai fost niciun stres,mi'am facut prieteni multi, am facut poze, am vazut proiectele tuturor, am vazut costumele din alte tari (superbe), am facut schimb de id'uri, obiecte traditionale,am fost un stres pentru Roxi:))[in ultima seara,pe la 2:30 scria in carnetel (nu spun ce) ca rasplata pentru masaj;;):D],am cunoscut traditiile altor tari, l'am vazut pe cel mai inalt om din lume si am facut si poza;;),am jucat basket...nici numai stiu ce am facut, a fost superb..Nu pot exprima in cuvinte tot ce am simtit,este imposibil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cand spun Infomatrix spun prieteni, emotii, proiecte, momente unice..o experienta incredibil de frumoasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-8318062844664439209?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/8318062844664439209/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/04/infomatrix-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/8318062844664439209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/8318062844664439209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/04/infomatrix-2010.html' title='INFOMATRIX 2010...'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-3080587498573216667</id><published>2010-04-21T22:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T23:49:04.623+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotii'/><title type='text'>emotiile astea...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;..deci da,nu stiu ce sa scriu ca am stari din acelea cu fluturasi in stomac, brrr!mi'e frica,recunosc!:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;vreau pumnii stransi stransi toata lumea:d;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;...La multi ani Alexandrei pentru maine pentru ca plec si numai apuc sa'i zic..La multi ani tuturor prietenilor mei care isi sarbatoresc ziua de nume vineri:Dcand ma intorc imi faceti cinste:Dnu va uit..(inclusiv Alexandra:d)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;pup pentru toti:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-3080587498573216667?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/3080587498573216667/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/04/emotiile-astea.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/3080587498573216667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/3080587498573216667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/04/emotiile-astea.html' title='emotiile astea...'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-3792265956829340347</id><published>2010-04-20T19:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T20:21:59.491+03:00</updated><title type='text'>La MuLtI aNi CrIssU'!:*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;..a fost si este cea mai zapacita persoana din cate am cunoscut, e imposibil sa nu te faca sa razi cand esti suparat, este ca orice adolescenta -&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; indragostita de iubire, mai sufera si ea cand nu are ce face, simte fluturasi in stomac cand il vede si tot asa, este foarte greu sa o vezi pe ea linistita (are prea multa energie)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; La&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MuLtI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; aNi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CrIssU'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;:*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uoElFLCpfqQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uoElFLCpfqQ&lt;/a&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/3579165537056907668-3792265956829340347?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/3792265956829340347/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post_20.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/3792265956829340347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/3792265956829340347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post_20.html' title='La MuLtI aNi CrIssU&apos;!:*'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-5090925828986685074</id><published>2010-04-17T15:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T16:58:59.299+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='furie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prezent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orgoliu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='durere'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trecut'/><title type='text'>traieste in prezent...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;..ce vrei sa faci?sa scapi de trecut?imi tot spui ca vrei sa scapi,dar tu traiesti numai in trecut, te prefaci ca totul este bine, desi ai momente in care pur si simplu nu poti zambi,nu'ti poti controla sentimentele,incerci sa ma copiezi prin controlarea sentimentelor si nu inteleg de ce o faci...pe cine pacalesti?pe mine nu,pe tine poate...uneori chiar iti iese si sunt mandra ca ma poti copia, adica vad in sfarsit o persoana care incearca sa'si controleze sentimentele,dar pana la urma nu reuseste (exact ca mine).. spui ca n'ai nevoie de trecut,de durerea din trecut, de absolut nimic ce inseamna trecut,dar poti scapa de el?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;trecutul este trist sau superb,depinde cum vezi lucrurile,iar tu vezi trecutul dureros si de aceea nu poti scapa pentru ca ce te'a durut te marcheaza,te bantuie,te distruge iar si iar,te chinuie,iti ia sperantele,fericirea,totul..nu te lasa sa incepi o viata noua,pur si simplu nu te lasa..au fost si clipe frumoase in trecut,dar nu stiu daca le vezi datorita furiei, orgoliului, hmm..inteleg ca inca doare,dar toate s'au intamplat cu un scop,&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;totul se intampla cu un scop&lt;/span&gt;, poate sa te faca mai puternic, sa inveti ce este viata, sa'ti cunosti prietenii cu adevarat sau orice,trebuie sa fie un scop..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;nu'ti zic sa uiti trecutul, nu poti, dar e mai bine sa intelegi ca te'a ajutat ce s'a intamplat chiar daca nu crezi,acum esti mai puternic ca niciodata,te'ai schimbat mult, te'ai maturizat intr'un fel,ai inteles ca viata nu e mereu roz..&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;cel mai bine e sa traiesti in prezent cu zambetul pe buze..&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/3579165537056907668-5090925828986685074?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/5090925828986685074/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/04/traieste-in-prezent.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/5090925828986685074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/5090925828986685074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/04/traieste-in-prezent.html' title='traieste in prezent...'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-6444916105116264840</id><published>2010-04-11T22:50:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T18:35:41.227+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orgoliu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liniste'/><title type='text'>despre nimic:-? III</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;M'am obisnuit cu multa agitatie in jur,dar imi place sa ascult si linistea...care uneori plange,linistea e trista si mereu nefericita,o doare ceva,ma sperie prin lacrimile ei pure,dar cand linistea provocata de cineva se schimba in ignoranta este dificil..imi frange aripile si nu ma mai lasa sa visez..sau visele se nasc moarte..&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;mda,doare!dar iarasi intervine acel orgoliu de care parca sunt dependenta,nu pot sa ma schimb pe mine,nu pot renunta la orgoliu,e legat de mine!nuuuu,nu'mi place...hmmm,prin tacere inteleg orgoliul tau:))ha!dar cand nu voi mai intelege tacerea,cand nu voi mai asculta linistea,ce se va intampla?:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;:Dnoapte buna!:*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-6444916105116264840?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/6444916105116264840/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/04/despre-nimic-ii.html#comment-form' title='9 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/6444916105116264840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/6444916105116264840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/04/despre-nimic-ii.html' title='despre nimic:-? III'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-1885818841985090113</id><published>2010-04-09T20:09:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T21:16:03.111+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dragostea nu este un sentiment trecator'/><title type='text'>"dragostea este un sentiment trecator.."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Dragostea este un sentiment trecator"..Din punctul meu de vedere,dragostea nu este un sentiment trecator pentru ca noi nu incetam niciodata sa iubim.Exista mai multe tipuri de dragoste - dragostea pentru familie,cea pentru prieteni,apropiati etc. si dragostea pentru el/ea,deci nu este trecatoare pentru ca nu'ti poti iubi mama/tatal/sora/fratele doar o perioada.OK!Am inteles este vorba de dragostea pentru iubit(a) :)).Deci,majoritatea vor spune ca dragostea trece pentru ca intervine plictiseala,suferinta si alte lucruri de acest gen.In privinta suferintei voi spune ca dragostea implica suferinta,una fara alta este imposibil,iar in cazul plictiselii voi spune ca este din cauza noastra.De ce?Pentru ca ne complacem cu plictiseala si nu facem nimic nou intr'o relatie/ casnicie. Asta nu inseamna ca dragostea este trecatoare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Multi vor spune ca dragostea este trecatoare atunci cand au avut o relatie in care a fost vorba de atractie fizica,in niciun caz de dragoste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dragostea nu este un sentiment trecator,dureaza o eternitate.Sunt multe persoane care cred ca ne indragostim doar odata cu adevarat,posibil!nu'mi pot da cu parerea decat peste foarte multi ani cand voi descoperi intr'adevar ce este dragostea,pentru noi adolescentii  este doar o joaca si nu prea ne dam seama ce simtim cu adevarat (jocul nostru preferat:x) ...Dar sa spuna persoanele care cred ca doar odata au iubit cu adevarat,acea iubire se uita?nu le ramane vesnic in suflet? chiar daca au ramas doar amintiri,numai iubesc?Eu sunt sigura ca ei iubesc cu toata fiinta lor dar nu'si dau seama sau nu vor sa recunoasca.In concluzie,dragostea nu este trecatoare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-1885818841985090113?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/1885818841985090113/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/04/dragostea-este-un-sentiment-trecator.html#comment-form' title='10 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/1885818841985090113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/1885818841985090113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/04/dragostea-este-un-sentiment-trecator.html' title='&quot;dragostea este un sentiment trecator..&quot;'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-5262064364647010889</id><published>2010-04-09T18:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T19:24:09.187+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prietenia este mai importanta decat dragostea'/><title type='text'>prietenia mai importanta decat dragostea?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Prietenia este mai importanta decat dragostea."Da,din punctul meu de vedere o prietenie adevarata este mult mai importanta decat dragostea.Desi dragostea este cel mai profund,intalnit si puternic sentiment,prietenia este intr'un fel un concurent,dar repet...doar o prietenie adevarata.Nu genul acela de prietenie in care apar neintelegeri,invidie,minciuna,barfa si alte probleme.O prietenie adevarata este greu de intalnit si de aceea cele mai multe fete(prietene foarte bune) se cearta pe baieti (valabil si in cazul baietilor:)) ),aceea numai e prietenie adevarata...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Daca esti sigur ca ai un prieten adevarat pe care sa te bazezi si care sa se bazeze pe tine si incearca sa'ti deschida ochii in privinta persoanei pe care o ai langa tine e bine sa crezi ce'ti spune pentru ca baieti/fete gasesti pe toate drumurile,prieteni adevarati nu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; De cele mai multe ori prietena cea mai buna te sfatuieste dar te lasa sa si gresesti,nu'ti poate impune de cine sa te indragostesti,e langa tine,se bucura alaturi de tine,sufera odata cu tine,rade, plange si cel mai important lucru,iti este alaturi orice s'ar intampla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Prietenia si dragostea se pot imbina foarte frumos daca ai stiut ce oameni sa alegi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;    Unii vor spune ca dragostea este mai importanta deoarece prieteni iti mai gasesti,dar de iubit,iubesti doar odata...si ei au dreptate,este un subiect foarte dificil deoarece ajung intr'un punct  in care ma contrazic eu singura...Poate ca ambele sunt importante in egala masura,am putea noi trai fara ele?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-5262064364647010889?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/5262064364647010889/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/04/prietenia-mai-importanta-decat.html#comment-form' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/5262064364647010889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/5262064364647010889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/04/prietenia-mai-importanta-decat.html' title='prietenia mai importanta decat dragostea?!'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-5461084451975065665</id><published>2010-04-08T22:17:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T23:15:15.913+03:00</updated><title type='text'>norii...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/S74v7GrPt3I/AAAAAAAAAMA/HLE5ygRM1rg/s1600/PO20100408_0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/S74v7GrPt3I/AAAAAAAAAMA/HLE5ygRM1rg/s320/PO20100408_0158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457852490870404978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;  19:30...cer innorat...am facut cateva poze la soare,dar brusc norii mi'au rapit aceasta activitate acoperind cu nevinovatie apusul..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sunt asa mari ,pufosi,de un albastru dur-intunecat spre gri..au adus si putina racoare cu ei,se deplaseaza usor,departe de mine si gandurile mele vestind ploaia,dar nu aici...Oare cate lucruri ascund?cate ganduri,sentimente, durere,bucurie,fericire,tristete, dragoste, prietenie?si alte sentimente,oameni,locuri necunoscute..oare cate?poate stii cineva asta? un mister pur...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;As vorbi cu norii (nu's nebuna),cred ca ar avea  atatea de spus..atatea secrete,atatea povesti minunate sau triste,dar ei nu vorbesc:(...ei trec,vad si pleaca..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS1:totusi cred ca ei comunica prin formele ce le creeaza&lt;br /&gt;PS2:n'am consumat ma droguri si sunt foarte sigura..:)):P&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/3579165537056907668-5461084451975065665?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/5461084451975065665/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/04/norii.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/5461084451975065665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/5461084451975065665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/04/norii.html' title='norii...'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/S74v7GrPt3I/AAAAAAAAAMA/HLE5ygRM1rg/s72-c/PO20100408_0158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-618746883903817542</id><published>2010-04-04T22:19:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T23:27:56.230+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decizii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amintiri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orgoliu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indiferenta'/><title type='text'>decizii..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;..trec direct la subiect,nu vreau sa salut sau ceva de genul,vreau sa ma descarc si trebuie sa scriu..n'am stiut pana acum ca o sa regret unele decizii luate,am luat totul ca pe o gluma si acum regret pentru ca am descoperit multe lucruri noi,daca deschideam ochii de la inceput era mult mai bine si n'ar mai durea propriul meu orgoliu,cred ca imi provoc singura rani,tratez cu indiferenta, dar la un moment dat incepe sa ma afecteze propria indiferenta...azi-zi speciala,insa multe lucruri care nu'si aveau rostul pentru ca au trezit amintiri frumoase (recunosc!)insa acum dureroase si stii de ce,adica unii stiu,prea putini (asa e cel mai bine!),azi mi'am dat seama ca trebuie sa fiu mai atenta la deciziile mele,desi sunt balanta,n'am stat de foarte multe ori sa'mi cantaresc hotararile, voi invata s'o fac..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;..sunt momente in care astepti cu orele sa raspunda si nu o face,astepti sa se comporte ca inainte,ai vrea sa dai timpul inapoi,dar nu poti,ai vrea sa stii ca poti avea din nou incredere si ca poti sa'l consideri iar unul dintre cei mai buni prieteni,dar o simpla vorba ce raneste poate schimba totul,un simplu refuz poate dezamagi prea mult...si apoi urmeaza ce'i mai greu: inlocuirea..simti ca mori, plangi,iti vine sa urli de durere ca numai esti tu persoana careia ii spune totul,cu care vorbeste ore,zile,nopti,saptamani in sir...un refuz facut pentru a pastra prietenia voastra distruge totul si vezi ca nu ai salvat'o ci ai ucis'o,e trist,si plangi iar si iar dar degeaba, numai existi,totul se rezuma doar la "buna!ce faci?"..."la fel de bine ca tine,mai vorbim" si "pa!",ti'a distrus aripile si te distruge usor si pe tine,simti coltii indiferentei cum iti musca inima,te stingi de durere si iti este greu sa te ridici fara prietenia persoanei respective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;...regreti decizia,dar e prea tarziu,acum stii cel mai bine ca daca nu ai fi refuzat era totul magic,dar...de ce nu poti da timpul inapoi?platesc cu viata pentru cateva ore de intoarcere in trecut..dar nu este posibil...apoi te obisnuiesti cu totul,dar exact cand o faci apare o chestie,ceva,orice care iti aduce aminte,chiar persoana aceea,te intrebi de ce tocmai acum dupa atata timp dar nu gasesti raspuns la intrebarile tale,va mai trece un timp si dupa ce crezi ca ai uitat iar apare ceva ce'ti aminteste, mai versi o lacrima,doua,trei [dar nu faci nimic,ORGOLIUL este prea mare!mai ales in cazul meu:)) ] si a doua zi esti iar fresh,cel mai fericit,cel care nu arata lumii ce simte,cel care rade tot timpul,bla bla:-@,nu rezolvi nimic,dar nu dai satisfactie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;..n'ai inteles prea multe din ce'am scris mai sus dar mi'e greu sa'ti explic,sunt prea obosita,&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;noapte buna!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-618746883903817542?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/618746883903817542/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/04/decizii.html#comment-form' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/618746883903817542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/618746883903817542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/04/decizii.html' title='decizii..'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-287313494883635946</id><published>2010-04-03T19:39:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T20:31:55.501+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iepuras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lumina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magie'/><title type='text'>Paste Fericit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/S7dvxWOo3fI/AAAAAAAAAL4/cGh9KwR-464/s1600/PO20091217_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/S7dvxWOo3fI/AAAAAAAAAL4/cGh9KwR-464/s320/PO20091217_0013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455952367153896946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;..usor,usor soarele apune,se lasa seara,o seara speciala,seara Domnului,seara invierii,seara luminii,seara viselor,seara prospetimii,seara zambetelor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;..cam asa arata pentru mine aceasta noapte in care toti suntem mai buni si mai iubitori,mai credinciosi si mai aproape de cer,de rai,de Dumnezeu..citesc in lumina luminarii ce imi lumineaza fata: speranta,fericirea,iubirea pura care ne'o poarta Iisus,vise,ganduri frumoase,bunatate..se vad atatea intr'o flacara..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;..mirosul salciei,al florilor,al tamaiei ne da cea mai placuta senzatie...o senzatie pura ce nu poate fi descrisa,un amestec de stari emotionale..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;..tristetea si blanzimea mieilor,iezilor provoaca lacrimi pentru unii,piuitul micutilor puisori care tocmai au iesit din oua provoaca o agitatie placuta,scumpii iepurasi ne dau mai multa energie,mirosul cozonacului care asteapta sa fie gustat,frumusetea oualor colorate,lumina pura a lumanarii,mesajele de sarbatori,familia reunita,gandurile bune,puritatea cantecului care se aude din biserica...parca e magie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Paste Fericit!&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/3579165537056907668-287313494883635946?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/287313494883635946/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/287313494883635946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/287313494883635946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='Paste Fericit!'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/S7dvxWOo3fI/AAAAAAAAAL4/cGh9KwR-464/s72-c/PO20091217_0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-1875658868800204751</id><published>2010-03-31T00:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T01:19:16.346+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remember me...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a nightmare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosmar'/><title type='text'>a nightmare...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/S7J4r9PSiGI/AAAAAAAAALw/Bo1QloQs67s/s1600/28823_remember-me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/S7J4r9PSiGI/AAAAAAAAALw/Bo1QloQs67s/s320/28823_remember-me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454554795267491938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;..aseara dupa ce m'am uitat la &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;REMEMBER ME&lt;/span&gt; (super film)am fost atat de marcata incat am plans umpic:)) si nu m'a luat somnul decat foarte tarziu si cand m'a luat am inceput sa visez ..aveam o lama in mana (parca era vie) in care ma taiam fara sa vreau,o tineam in pumn si strangeam desi nu vroiam,curgea mult sange,incercam sa o arunc din mana dar nu puteam,imi intra pe sub piele si ma taia cu putere,ma uitam la mana cum imi curgea sangele siroaie si nu aveam nimic (adica raul de sange),cineva urla in jurul meu si batea in pereti dar nu'mi dau seama cine era ca'si ascundea fata, intrebam ce se intampla si de ce nu pot sa ies de acolo dar nu ma auzea nimeni,parca eram invizibila...in cele din urma am deschis usa si am fugit intr'o baie sa ma spal si sa incerc sa dau lama aceea jos dupa mine,ma uitam la mana mea ranita si nu intelegeam de ce nu pot da lama jos,incepusem sa aud tipete de bebelusi si sa ma panichez,am dat drumul la acel robinet si cand sa pun mana in apa de o culoare ciudata spre roz numai aveam nimic,sangele,lama si ranile provocate de lama disparusera,batea cineva la usa de la baie si ma implora sa deschid,un copil la vreo 5 ani dupa voce,trageam de usa dar nu puteam s'o deschid,incepuse sa urle,eu intrebam ce se intampla,s'a auzit o bubuitura si totul disparuse,acum eram pe un camp plin de verdeata,eram singura,imi era frica de ceva dar nu stiu de ce sau cine,ma uitam peste tot panicata fiind pregatita sa fiu atacata de ceva...m'am trezit din somn speriata,fusese doar un cosmar,uff....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;noapte buna!:*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-1875658868800204751?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/1875658868800204751/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/03/nightmare.html#comment-form' title='12 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/1875658868800204751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/1875658868800204751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/03/nightmare.html' title='a nightmare...'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/S7J4r9PSiGI/AAAAAAAAALw/Bo1QloQs67s/s72-c/28823_remember-me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-7846521193429525832</id><published>2010-03-28T21:16:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T22:14:26.599+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zi naspa'/><title type='text'>despre nimic:-? II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;..azi,o zi d'aia in care n'ai chef de nimic,dar faci ca trebuie..zi in care iti amintesti multe..zi in care am fost singura si m'am plictisit groaznic stand in casa..zi in care a plouat de credeam ca n'o sa se mai opreasca,deci si'a pus amprenta ziua asta si timpul si blog'ul pe care l'am citit &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;superb,trist,nu'mi venea sa cred ca e scris de un baiat..poate o sa'l cunosc intr'o zi,gandeste la fel ca mine&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;si daca m'am trezit zambind o sa adorm trista&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;daca nu reusesc sa'mi revin&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;paranteza iar si iar!&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;..sa mai vorbim de azi?nici nu stiu,dar a fost o zi prea naspa,zi in care poate nu'ti face nimeni nimic dar ai nervi,zi in care simti ca'ti lipseste ceva,zi in care iti este dor,zi in care incerci sa nu plangi de nervi,zi aiurea in care pur si simplu vrei nu stiu:-?un nimic,zi in care nu stii ce vrei si asta te deprima..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;..a trecut oricum,e seara,e bine,incerc sa fiu &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;,incerc sa ma gandesc la nimic si sa rad mult, ascult muzica si asta ma calmeaza,ma calmeaza si ca scriu:&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;))&lt;/span&gt;nu's nebuna...sunt doar eu:p&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;hi!hi!hi!&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;..si &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;LA MULTI ANI CELOR CU NUME DE FLOARE:x!&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/3579165537056907668-7846521193429525832?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/7846521193429525832/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/03/despre-nimic-ii.html#comment-form' title='14 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/7846521193429525832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/7846521193429525832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/03/despre-nimic-ii.html' title='despre nimic:-? II'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-2627014915404109885</id><published>2010-03-24T21:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T21:35:10.331+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dragostea nu va pieri niciodata...'/><title type='text'>"dragostea nu va pieri niciodata.."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"Dragostea acopera totul,crede totul,nadajduieste totul,sufera totul" pentru ca dragostea este totul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;"Dragostea nu va pieri niciodata"&lt;/span&gt; pentru ca indiferent de noi ne indragostim,iubim,traim iubirea, avem fluturi in stomac,suntem fericiti, traim prin iubire,speranta,muzica,saruturi,zambete, durere, indiferenta,traim prin el/ea.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Dragostea nu va pieri niciodata&lt;/span&gt; pentru ca pur si simplu dragostea nu moare si niciodata nu vom inceta sa ne indragostim atata timp cat exista un el si o ea va exista si dragostea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Dragostea nu va pieri &lt;/span&gt;deoarece suntem dependenti de acest sentiment dulce-amarui.Desi uneori dragostea doare,nu moare...dragostea e parte din noi...toate fiintele iubesc,la orice pas intalnim iubire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dragostea nu moare pentru ca este ca lumina..daca n'ar mai exista lumina,noi am mai exista?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;L&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; M&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;L&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;N&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; B&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;!:dde azi ai buletin:))sa faci cinste ca te rup:D...:*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-2627014915404109885?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/2627014915404109885/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/03/dragostea-nu-va-pieri-niciodata.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/2627014915404109885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/2627014915404109885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/03/dragostea-nu-va-pieri-niciodata.html' title='&quot;dragostea nu va pieri niciodata..&quot;'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-8893164723141093386</id><published>2010-03-24T16:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T21:35:35.762+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dragostea este indelung rabdatoare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='este plina de bunatate'/><title type='text'>"Dragostea este indelung rabdatoare,este plina de bunatate"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Dragostea este indelung rabdatoare,este plina de bunatate" pentru ca insasi dragostea inseamna rabdare si bunatate,mereu avem rabdare cu el/ea si'l vom astepta pentru totdeauna pentru ca iubim,cand iubim suntem mai buni...in special pt el/ea;daca la un moment dat n'o sa mai avem rabdare inseamna ca n'am iubit cu toata fiinta noastra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;..in dragoste,rabdarea'i totul...la fel si bunatatea pentru ca prin aceste sentimente il exprimam pe cel mai puternic..chiar daca ma raneste,il astept,chiar daca ma doare enorm indiferenta lui,il astept..asta inseamna rabdare...chiar daca ma umileste,nu'i raspund la fel,chiar daca ma uraste,nu fac la fel,chiar daca ma chinuie,eu nu'l voi chinui pe el...asta inseamna bunatate..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;..orice s'ar intampla trebuie sa avem rabdare pentru a dovedi ca stim sa iubim si mereu sa fim buni si intelegatori cu persoana iubita,altfel cum iti dovedesti dragostea?cum poti spune ca iubesti daca nu ai rabdare?oare cum?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;..ai rabdare si vei avea multa dragoste,incearca bunatatea si vei afla dragostea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-8893164723141093386?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/8893164723141093386/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/03/dragostea-este-indelung-rabdatoareeste.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/8893164723141093386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/8893164723141093386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/03/dragostea-este-indelung-rabdatoareeste.html' title='&quot;Dragostea este indelung rabdatoare,este plina de bunatate&quot;...'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-1130268642649719592</id><published>2010-03-20T20:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T23:05:36.375+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gheata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ultima oara'/><title type='text'>♥Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ♥ultima oara..♥Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...sa scriu si pentru Alexandra sa nu fie geloasa:))...si pentru Alexandra colega (Emonici)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;la multi ani!:X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;sa ne traiesti!:X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;..asa..incepusem de la versul unei melodii care'i place Alexandrei.."te las linistit in lumea ta de gheata.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="content"&gt;☸ڿڰۣ-- ♥Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ♥ ☸ڿڰۣ-- ♥Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ♥ ☸ڿڰۣ--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Te las linistit in lumea ta de gheata,in lumea ta fara sentimente pure..dar sa stii ca e ultima oara cand mai investesc sentimente in tine,ultima data cand iti vorbesc,ultima data cand iti ador ochii, ultima data cand iti soptesc ca "te iubesc",ultima data cand te mai cred,ultima data cand iti zambesc,ultima oara cand mai plang din cauza ta,ultima data cand iti mai sarut buzele,ultima data cand iubesc fiecare particica din tine si ultima oara cand iti mai ascult melodia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;.. este ultima oara,iti promit,nu'ti pot sparge sufletul de gheata,m'am saturat sa lupt cu gheata..e mai puternica ca mine,e mult mai dura si foarte foarte rece,a pus stapanire pe sufletul tau si nu o pot topi nici cu lacrimi calde,raze de soare sau pur si simplu cu iubire..si doare...doare foarte tare,gheata din sufletul tau ma face sa sufar si ma ingheata usor si pe mine pentru ultima oara...ultima oara,intelegi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="content"&gt;☸ڿڰۣ-- ♥Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ♥ ☸ڿڰۣ-- ♥Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ♥ ☸ڿڰۣ--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-1130268642649719592?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/1130268642649719592/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/03/ultima-oara.html#comment-form' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/1130268642649719592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/1130268642649719592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/03/ultima-oara.html' title='♥Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ♥ultima oara..♥Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ♥'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-3735822740409398751</id><published>2010-03-18T20:34:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T20:45:00.689+02:00</updated><title type='text'>pentru domnii anonimi..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Pe acest blog nu se vor mai aproba comentariile anonimilor..de ce?simplu..nu'mi mai uzez tastatura pentru un NIMENI care n'are ce face si pentru ca e blog'ul meu si fac ce vreau!nu'ti convine?a zis cineva ca'mi pasa de parerea ta?nu'ti place blog'ul meu si stilul meu imatur?atunci de ce ramai pe site'ul asta?...stiu!invidia e mare..din fericire pentru tine prostia nu doare...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ah!iti dau importanta desi nu meriti..pa!!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-3735822740409398751?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/3735822740409398751/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/03/pentru-domnii-anonimi.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/3735822740409398751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/3735822740409398751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/03/pentru-domnii-anonimi.html' title='pentru domnii anonimi..'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-933861367930305730</id><published>2010-03-17T22:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T22:38:50.659+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ochii vad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inima cere'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dependenta de tine'/><title type='text'>ochii vad,inima cere..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;..asta'i post pentru Crissu',pentru ca am pornit de la statusul ei..sper ca nu suferi;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ochii vad,inima cere.." dar,exista un dar...ochii tai parca nu vad, inima ta parca nu vrea..ceva se intampla si simt ca ma sting usor,simt cum si ultimul vis dispare,ultima speranta moare...simt ca e ultima noapte in care ma gandesc la tine,stiu ca prin ignoranta ta in curand imi vei lua tot aerul si nu ma voi mai putea respira...imi sterg ochii pentru ca jur!este ultima lacrima,numai meriti nimic, nu ma meriti pe mine,nu merit ce'mi faci...nu's jucarie sunt om,realizezi asta?imi place sa ma joc cu sentimente dar tu exegerezi,tu imi ceri prea mult,tu imi vrei raul nu binele...cum nu'i asa?atunci cum vrei sa'mi explic indiferenta ta?numai pot sa scriu,imi lipseste aerul care mi'l dai tu...astea's ultimele mele cuvinte pentru ca imi lipseste drogul,imi lipseste veninul tau dulce si aerul...ma inec cu fumul iesit din inima facuta scrum care numai are puterea sa'mi pompeze sangele..acum este momentul in care iti intind mana,vreau din nou viata!vreau libertate...vreau multe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;..sper sa'ti placa:D!m'am straduit chiar daca n'aveam chef..cate fac eu pentru tine:))...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-933861367930305730?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/933861367930305730/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='12 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/933861367930305730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/933861367930305730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='ochii vad,inima cere..'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-3159976589561394387</id><published>2010-03-15T20:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T23:14:31.575+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prietenii falsi'/><title type='text'>oh friends!!oh!fuck you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;...deci chiar stau si ma gandesc in cine sa mai am incredere si in cine nu,azi am invatat ceva nou.. sa numai acord incredere oricui..persoana in care ai o incredere d'aia de fier si chiar crezi ca iti este prieten pentru ca pur si simplu joaca foarte bine un rol, exact ea/el isi bate joc..si uite asa se ajunge sa nu le mai acorzi incredere nici macar persoanelor care merita (in viata mea exista cateva).. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;....cum zicea Miky "prietenii falsi buzz…astazi fac prezenta" stii ce?cred ca sterg jumatate din lista pentru ca pur si simplu unii sunt prea lasi sa'ti spuna in fata ce cred,da !persoanele cu doua fete.. chiar mi'e frica sa fac o selectie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;...acesti prieteni care doar se considera "prietenii nostri" desi nu cunosc termenul "prieten" sunt acele persoane care daca mergi cu ei intr'o jungla,hranesc animalele cu tine (nu stiu daca este un exemplu bun,dar n'am imaginatie la ora asta)...prietenii falsi sunt astia care in fata te adora si pe la spate te critica si invidiaza,ok bai!vrei sa'mi spui ceva,spune'mi in fata!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;..prietenii falsi sunt persoanele care sunt fericite cand tu suferi,adica in fata "oh vai!imi pare rau!" si pe la spate "ce tare!=))"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;..prietenii falsi se bucura cu tine,dar pe la spate fac o tragedie din succesul tau!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;..prietenii falsi sunt niste dezamagiri!pentru ca te dezamagesc mereu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;..prietenii falsi sunt astia care te suna sa vada cum te simti si dupa stiu toti problema ta..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;..prietenii falsi sunt niste nimicuri..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;...de azi numai ofer incredere,de azi numai vorbesc cu persoanele care sunt "nimicuri",de azi 2-3 persoane vor stii ce simt cu adevarat,de azi s'au terminat multe si am spus stop multor prietenii..de azi sunt mai saraca in ceea ce priveste "prietenii adevarati"...de azi o sa'mi bat si eu joc de cei ce merita..de azi iti zic iesi din viata mea si fa'i loc unei persoane care merita cu adevarat increderea mea..de azi GATA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-3159976589561394387?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/3159976589561394387/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-friendsohfuck-you.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/3159976589561394387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/3159976589561394387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-friendsohfuck-you.html' title='oh friends!!oh!fuck you!'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-3844032244533374089</id><published>2010-03-11T22:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T23:10:22.319+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='.sunt indragostita de iubire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimente'/><title type='text'>sunt indragostita de iubire...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;..scriu pentru ca ma inspiri..dupa postul asta o sa zica lumea "Mada esti indragostita"...nu sunt:P...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;..sunt indragostita de iubire...nu de tine,nu!nici gand...sau poate de ochii tai care nu'i pot privi niciodata,de ce?pentru ca ma pierd in ei...stau si ma gandesc oare ce se intampla cu mine,nu ma mai inteleg eu cu mine!deci nu incerca tu s'o faci ca n'o sa reusesti...singurul antidot esti tu pentru ca pot reveni pe linia de plutire cand te vad,ma hranesc cu tine,dar cand nu esti tu?ce pot sa fac?ascult melodia aia care am auzit'o la tine si te vad in cap..e nebunie,nu iubire!nici macar nu'ti vorbesc..nu pot,mi'e frica de mine...deci ochii tai chiar sunt mai rau ca drogurile pentru mine,o simpla privire si sunt fericita,un zambet senin si nu vreau altceva sa simt ca pot zbura...imi este suficient,dar tu? oare simti la fel?ma tot alimentezi cu sperante,d'aia incep sa te urasc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;..imi apari si in vis,adorm cu gandul la tine si nu te mai scot..inchid ochii,orice e posibil si tu esti real, te simt chiar aici si nu deschid ochii!nu pot!nu ma pot satura de tine...tu chiar imi faci bine!adica nu bine,chiar rau,toate starile astea nu sunt un bine..e asa minunat cand iti simt respiratia dulce si ochii aia (da!am ceva cu ochii!),simti ca poti face totul,chiar totul!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;..stii!?cand am cazut,datorita tie mi'am revenit si am stiut ca pot iubi din nou iubirea..dar daca as cadea din cauza ta n'as avea suficiente lacrimi,n'as avea destula putere sa trec peste,totul s'ar prabusi si atunci m'as stinge cu gandul la fericire,n'as mai crede in mine,n'as mai avea putere si n'as mai crede in iubire si in tine,iubirea ar deveni otrava care ma omoara si as spune adio pentru ultima data...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;...hai gata ca mi'e somn:))..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-3844032244533374089?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/3844032244533374089/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/03/sunt-indragostita-de-iubire.html#comment-form' title='11 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/3844032244533374089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/3844032244533374089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/03/sunt-indragostita-de-iubire.html' title='sunt indragostita de iubire...'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-3814834224802714752</id><published>2010-03-08T14:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T16:26:10.941+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senzatii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joaca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='incapatanare'/><title type='text'>lucruri normale?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;..uneori avem momente in care lasam sa se creada altceva si simtim doar in interior sau incercam sa ne pacalim pe noi ca nu'i asa...nu nega!toti facem asta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;..desi iubim, adoram sa mintim ca nu'i asa,dar pe cine pacalim?lumea?nu!doar pe noi..ne place asa de mult sa ne jucam cu sentimentele noastre,sa ne chinuim pe noi..de ce nu ne putem exprima sentimentele tot timpul?hmmm...poate pentru ca vrem sa ne jucam ca soarecele si pisica,sa ne amagim (nu nega iar,o faci mereu),sa dovedim cea ce nu simtim prin indiferenţa pentru a stii noi ca putem sa facem asta,stiu ca este absurd..dar asta facem noi tot timpul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;..ne privim asa de frumos doar cand celalalt nu'i atent,pentru ca o simpla privire ne poate distruge ambitia de a arata altceva,pentru ca privirea ne tradeaza si citim atatea in ea si de cele mai multe ori se intampla sa fim surprinsi de persoana pe care o privim,asta'i faza care'mi place cel mai mult, te simti asa...nu stiu..ciudat (nu pot sa descriu asta),simti fluturasii cum nu'ti dau pace mult timp dupa acel moment si te inrosesti,nu? ...senzatie unica,stiu!hai sa ne privim mai mult de azi si sa ne lasam descoperiti:))sunt multe persoane pe care le intelegi din priviri:X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;..hmmm,mai sunt acele momente in care iti scoti la iveala calitatiile sau incerci sa iesi in evidenta pentru a te observa si aici intervine iar chestia de mai sus cu indiferenţa pentru ca desi te vede si este incantat(a) de ce faci nu'ti arata pentru ca ...nu stiu:-? nu vrem pur si simplu sa facem asta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;..ce mai este?aaa,momentele acelea in care ne certam,contrazicem,tachinam pentru a ne dovedi  ca ne uram de moarte!care ura?!va spun eu ce e sau stiti?e iubire!nu vreau contraziceri!nu,nu! se intampla mereu,vad asta zilnic peste tot (nu dau exemple ca maine as muri!:)) ) si cand vezi atata rautate in vorbele care se spun si ura aceea de pur si simplu iti da impresia ca vrea ca persoana respectiva sa dispara in momentul ala,dar de fapt de'abia asteapta sa'l vada urmatoarea pauza,zi etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;..poate crezi ca's nebuna ca scriu lucruri d'astea p'aici dar asta se intampla oricui,se intampla tot timpul,sunt sentimente pure,superbe,adorabile..poate e normal?!sau nu?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;NE JUCAM CU SENTIMENTE,NE JUCAM CU NOI,NE JUCAM CU IUBIREA SI SUFERINTA,NE JUCAM CU TOT!DE CE?SIMPLU...GANDIM CA NISTE ADOLESCENTI,DE CE?PENTRU CA ASTA SUNTEM..:PIUBIM JOACA:x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Windows/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-3814834224802714752?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/3814834224802714752/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/03/lucruri-normale.html#comment-form' title='16 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/3814834224802714752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/3814834224802714752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/03/lucruri-normale.html' title='lucruri normale?!'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-5479330189394693762</id><published>2010-03-06T21:05:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T22:59:45.015+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gheata'/><title type='text'>gheata..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/S5LO6eklXMI/AAAAAAAAALo/gZH-IDUEgN0/s1600-h/PO20091217_0187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/S5LO6eklXMI/AAAAAAAAALo/gZH-IDUEgN0/s320/PO20091217_0187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445642403478592706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/S5LOkdDqlII/AAAAAAAAALg/n-ifDg5_tBo/s1600-h/PO20091217_0140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/S5LOkdDqlII/AAAAAAAAALg/n-ifDg5_tBo/s320/PO20091217_0140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445642025114965122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/S5LORNa6rQI/AAAAAAAAALY/JQFOd3v-fvk/s1600-h/PO20091217_0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/S5LORNa6rQI/AAAAAAAAALY/JQFOd3v-fvk/s320/PO20091217_0126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445641694500007170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;..primavara intarzie..si iar ninge,si iar ploua...iar imi atragi toate gandurile,ma faci sa ma gandesc la tine,cum faci asta?te simt aici,nu esti departe..te vad in stropii de ploaie si in fulgii de nea care se lipesc de fereastra mea,te simt in vantul rece cum imi dai fiori,si imi ingheti buzele,nu'mi mai pot misca mainile,picioarele,nu ma pot misca deloc...m'ai inghetat definitiv,vreau o scanteie..sa ma dezghet...ba nu!ce spun eu aici?asa e mai bine..te simt pe tine,te vad doar pe tine,esti acel rau care'mi face bine,deci mai bine raman asa pe vecie lipita de sufletul tau rece...trebuia sa renunt la iubire,dar n'am putut deci e mai bine asa,gheata!transparenţa!vis!speranta!...mi'ai inghetat si sangele si inima si sufletul,mi'au mai ramas ochii,pleoapele devin din ce in ce mai grele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; si ochii mi se'nchid...noapte buna!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-5479330189394693762?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/5479330189394693762/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/03/gheata.html#comment-form' title='12 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/5479330189394693762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/5479330189394693762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/03/gheata.html' title='gheata..'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/S5LO6eklXMI/AAAAAAAAALo/gZH-IDUEgN0/s72-c/PO20091217_0187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-5021342066363664313</id><published>2010-02-27T18:25:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T01:24:30.094+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fericire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culoare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='primavara'/><title type='text'>hmm...spring??yeee!new life!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;...uite primavara!acest post este pentru tine,de ce?pentru ca meriti,pentru ca iubesc cea ce'mi faci cand vi,pentru ca iubesc ce faci naturii,pentru ca pur si simplu te ador...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;...mai sunt 2 zile pana sa apari oficial dar deja te simt prin adierea mai calda a vantului,prin stropii placuti de ploaie si prin razele mai calde ale soarelui,stii?esti ceva gen "nu te vad dar te simt",in curand cred ca o sa te si vad in florile copacilor,in clopoteii albi care au inceput sa apara legati cu fundite rosi-albe,dar vreau mai mult!vreau flori multe,vreau zumzet de albine,vreau si fluturasii colorati ,vreau culoare si parfum de floare,parfum de fericire,zambet de iubire vreau viata!vreau totul!te vreau pe tine,primavara!da!stiu ca mereu vreau mai mult:Xsi ce ?nu merit?;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;...te simt cum imi dai mai multe energie,mai multa pofta de viata..simt cum renasc si eu odata cu natura,simt cum prind aripi de fluture si pot zbura, simt ca pot zambi mai frumos ca niciodata si ca pot darui zambete,sa fiu cea mai fericita persoana,simt ca pot alerga la infinit pana la tine fara sa ma opreasca nimeni, simt ca pot ajuta pe oricine si pot fi simpla si libera, simt ca pot fi EU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;..hai vino!adu inapoi zumzetul albinelor,cerul senin,razele regelui pline de iubire si speranta, culorile fluturelui,mirosul imbatator al florilor,ciripitul pasarilor..sterge de pe fata oamenilor tristetea,adu zambete!adu speranta si iubire,fericire,bucurie,copilarie!adu totul!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-5021342066363664313?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/5021342066363664313/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/02/hmmspringyeeenew-life.html#comment-form' title='9 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/5021342066363664313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/5021342066363664313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/02/hmmspringyeeenew-life.html' title='hmm...spring??yeee!new life!!!'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-903003790702611964</id><published>2010-02-21T20:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T21:48:32.898+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fara vise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vise distruse'/><title type='text'>nu pot sa visez...partea I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;avem dorinte,avem sperante,avem vise,avem nimic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de ce spun asta?cum de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ce?nu te'ai simtit niciodata singur?sau nu ai vrut niciodata sa ramai singur intr-un loc si sa te gandesti la nimic?nu ti'ai dorit niciodata sa faci ce vrei?sa nu'ti ceara nimeni socoteala pentru ce ai facut sau ce vei face?sa te lase toti in pace si chiar daca gresesti sa te lase sa te dai singur cu capul de pereti?nu?chiar nu?de ce minti?:)sunt atatea momente in care avem nevoie de cineva si sunt atatea momente in care vrem pur si simplu sa fim singuri....uite!mie imi place sa fiu singura cand sunt suparata,sa plang singura si sa'mi revin tot singura,de ce naiba nu ma crezi?:))bine!!recunosc!! nu vreau mereu cand sunt suparata sa fiu singura,numai rade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;...avem atatea vise care ne sunt distruse de lume,de ura,de invidie,de ipocrizie,de minciuna...de ce nimeni nu crede in visele noastre?de ce toti ne distrug visele?de ce n'am dreptul nici sa visez?... sigur imi vei raspunde ca suntem liberi sa visam,ba nu!eu nu pot sa mai visez cand vad tot ce'i in jur.. stresul care'l intalesc zilnic,prostia,tradarea,minciuna,tristetea si nemultumirea din ochii oamenilor, invidia,parsivitatea,totul ne distruge..nu ne mai lasa sa visam,ne fura visele....de ce naiba e asa?de ce trebuie in fiecare dimineata sa plec de acasa cu un zambet imens si un licar de fericire in ochi si sa ma intorsc posomorata si trista?de ce nu schimbam nimic?si de ce nu putem?de ce nu pot eu singura sa schimb lumea?de ce nu suntem mai buni?de ce?de ce trebuie sa ma urasti chiar daca nu ti'am facut nimic?de ce trebuie sa'i invidiem pe ceilalti?de ce nu ne multumim cu ce avem noi?....de ce nu ne putem bucura unii pentru altii?...raspunde!de ce nu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-903003790702611964?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/903003790702611964/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/02/nu-pot-sa-visezpartea-i.html#comment-form' title='10 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/903003790702611964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/903003790702611964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/02/nu-pot-sa-visezpartea-i.html' title='nu pot sa visez...partea I'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-7543542115366489871</id><published>2010-02-20T10:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T15:13:37.169+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ochi albastri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dor de tine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='priviri'/><title type='text'>o ultima privire...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Privesc spre tine stiind ca este ultima data cand te voi privi,privirea imi este goala si indurerata.Tu nu ma vezi si asta ma face sa urlu de durere si sa plang visand la noi.Privirea ta indiferenta ma infricoseaza,ma face sa ma simt singura intr-o lume atat de mare,unde candva tu erai lumea mea.Mi'e dor de privirea care o iubeam..de ochii aia superbi in care citeam iubirea,calmitatea,fericirea,de ochii in care ma regaseam, de ochii in care credeam si in care priveam cu orele fara sa ma satur...mi'e dor sa te inteleg doar printr-o simpla privire,mi'e dor sa'ti citesc gandurile,mi'e dor de ochii care ma imbatau cu dragoste si imi luminau calea,pur si simplu mi'e dor de acei ochi albastri care m'au vrajit...&lt;br /&gt;Am nevoie de o ultima privire,de o ultima scanteie care sa o prind si sa nu'i mai dau drumul,mai am nevoie sa te privesc o singura data,sa mai citesc in ei indiferenta ta si dupa te las sa pleci,iar daca voi vedea vreo urma de regret sau vreo urma de iubire sa nu astepti sa'ti zic eu sa pleci,pentru ca nu voi mai putea...iar dupa ce vei pleca sa stii ca iti voi inlocui ochii cu marea,cu cerul si cu tot ce'i albastru,da!stiu ca este o diferenta pentru ca in ele nu pot citi nimic...o ultima privire,te rog! si &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;poate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; voi putea sa'ti urasc ochii albastri ...&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/3579165537056907668-7543542115366489871?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/7543542115366489871/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/02/ultimele-priviri.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/7543542115366489871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/7543542115366489871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/02/ultimele-priviri.html' title='o ultima privire...'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-4863020968655823605</id><published>2010-02-17T19:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T11:59:31.505+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='premiile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicitari'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diplome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concurs'/><title type='text'>concurs!premiile!felicitari!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/S3wxk3aMq9I/AAAAAAAAAKY/WDLk53eZdEU/s1600-h/PO20100217_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/S3wxk3aMq9I/AAAAAAAAAKY/WDLk53eZdEU/s320/PO20100217_0023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439276959375600594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/S3wojNBnGgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/7zeLrbA0aIw/s1600-h/IMG_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/S3wojNBnGgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/7zeLrbA0aIw/s320/IMG_0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439267035213666818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/S3wn-YPPrvI/AAAAAAAAAKI/bXYErpikwyA/s1600-h/PO20100217_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/S3wn-YPPrvI/AAAAAAAAAKI/bXYErpikwyA/s320/PO20100217_0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439266402568482546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/S3wnuvfphqI/AAAAAAAAAKA/JeKN8oYam0o/s1600-h/PO20100217_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/S3wnuvfphqI/AAAAAAAAAKA/JeKN8oYam0o/s320/PO20100217_0018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439266133933393570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/S3wncdGpNdI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oPiJ769o8OA/s1600-h/PO20100217_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/S3wncdGpNdI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oPiJ769o8OA/s320/PO20100217_0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439265819759031762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/S3wnQUx_rQI/AAAAAAAAAJw/C5dyTjA39r8/s1600-h/PO20100217_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/S3wnQUx_rQI/AAAAAAAAAJw/C5dyTjA39r8/s320/PO20100217_0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439265611366509826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/S3wnE5MWCAI/AAAAAAAAAJo/k6sEPZfDEk8/s1600-h/PO20100217_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/S3wnE5MWCAI/AAAAAAAAAJo/k6sEPZfDEk8/s320/PO20100217_0014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439265414982273026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/S3wm73rxxMI/AAAAAAAAAJg/9dVtruHGKaQ/s1600-h/PO20100217_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/S3wm73rxxMI/AAAAAAAAAJg/9dVtruHGKaQ/s320/PO20100217_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439265259958420674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/S3wmy41h30I/AAAAAAAAAJY/GyZtEfWvoXk/s1600-h/PO20100217_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/S3wmy41h30I/AAAAAAAAAJY/GyZtEfWvoXk/s320/PO20100217_0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439265105648934722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/S3wmo47yC2I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/sVudhZs228s/s1600-h/PO20100217_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/S3wmo47yC2I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/sVudhZs228s/s320/PO20100217_0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439264933876468578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deci diploma mea prima:))uitasem sa o pun..si in continuare:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;prima poza (dupa diploma mea)...diploma lui Bogdan (Mister Popularitate 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a II-a...Cosmina (Best Valentine),Mirela (Cea mai frumoasa inimioara),eu si Georgiana (Best Valentine),Loredana (Cel mai frumos eseu),Bogdan (Mister)...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;aIII-a :))=))cam asa te felicitam daca ai castigat ceva..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;aIV-a si a V-a  tot Mister...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;aVI-a prajitura Anei!! (Anaaaaaaaa maine vreau si eu !!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;aVII-a colajul meu cu origami:X&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a VIII-a inimioara Mirelei&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a IX-a Cosmina si inimioara...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-4863020968655823605?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/4863020968655823605/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/02/concurspremiilefelicitari.html#comment-form' title='13 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/4863020968655823605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/4863020968655823605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/02/concurspremiilefelicitari.html' title='concurs!premiile!felicitari!'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/S3wxk3aMq9I/AAAAAAAAAKY/WDLk53eZdEU/s72-c/PO20100217_0023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-3844882213863697902</id><published>2010-02-07T17:00:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T00:57:09.391+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prea multa zapada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dulce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iarna'/><title type='text'>vis de iarna...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/S28dy3EpMlI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Jxv99QzdlOU/s1600-h/PO20100206_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/S28dy3EpMlI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Jxv99QzdlOU/s400/PO20100206_0015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435596034873569874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;... tu nu ma poti lasa nici cand dorm,trebuie sa ma chinui cu ochii tai albastri intr-una,de ce si cand dorm trebuie sa-ti faci aparitia in mintea mea?demon cu chip de inger!da te numesc asa pentru ca aseara m-ai luat cu tine si vroiai sa ma trimiti din nou in lumea amagirii...in visul acela vroiam sa mor,dar tu m-ai prins cand m-am aruncat de pe acel nor,de ce ai facut asta?...nu m-ai lasat sa merg pe apa aceea inghetata care s-ar fi rupt in milioane de bucatele si m-as fi inecat,de ce mi-ai intins mana sa ma intorc la tine la mal?raspunde!...de ce mi-ai dat geaca ta cand pe acel munte ar fi trebuit sa mor inghetata?...de ce nu m-ai lasat sa mor dupa acea avalansa?spune-mi de ce?...de ce ma tot chinui si nu-mi dai pace?....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;...just a sweet dream...:X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-3844882213863697902?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/3844882213863697902/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/02/vis-de-iarna.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/3844882213863697902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/3844882213863697902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/02/vis-de-iarna.html' title='vis de iarna...'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/S28dy3EpMlI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Jxv99QzdlOU/s72-c/PO20100206_0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-3337336985960544483</id><published>2010-02-05T21:07:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T00:54:13.402+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scorpion-scorpie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='furt'/><title type='text'>Scorpiuta..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/S2xwKrWxNXI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ypkUpbPl1gI/s1600-h/celebritati-frumusetea_la_elfi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/S2xwKrWxNXI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ypkUpbPl1gI/s320/celebritati-frumusetea_la_elfi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434842179068573042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;...sunt sigura ca va intrebati cine este Scorpiuta,deci sa va spun,Scorpiuta este o spiridusa...ce face ea?imi fura lucrurile,mi le ascunde...abia astazi mi-am dat seama ca am o spiridusa si ca eu nu pierd niciun lucru,imi sunt furate de Scorpiuta (nume dat dupa Razvan:)) )..Scorpiuta s-a nascut odata cu mine,de cand eram mica ea imi tot fura lucrurile si mi le inapoiaza doar cand se plictiseste de ele sau deloc...imi aduc aminte cum imi fura lapticul cu tot cu biberon si nu-l mai gaseam cateva zile,iar cand se plictisea mi-l lasa sub pat (locul ei preferat),ma urmarea si la scoala ascuzandu-mi stiloul pentru a rade de mine,of of of!cate jucarioare mi-a furat ea mie,fara sa le inapoieze:(,cate pixuri,cate carioci,of!... locul ei preferat este camera mea unde imi ascunde orice lucru prinde:((si eu stau sa-l caut mult si bine,este asa de rea!:(ieri mi-a furat telefonul si ghici unde l-a lasat?la bunica acasa:(ca sa ma duc eu dupa el..nu este zi in care Scorpiuta sa nu-mi fure sau sa nu-mi ascunda ceva...acum inca astept dupa 2 ani sa-mi inapoieze caietelul cu povestioare facute de mine,dar nu vrea si nu vrea:)...imi fura si hainute si incaltaminte:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;,aparatul foto mi-l ascunde tot timpul,Scorpiuta isi baga nasul peste tot..rautacioasa mica!&lt;br /&gt;....acest post este pentru Scorpiuta pe care o rog sa fie mai blanda si sa nu-mi mai ascunda sau sa-mi fure lucrurile!:(...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-3337336985960544483?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/3337336985960544483/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/02/scorpiuta.html#comment-form' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/3337336985960544483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/3337336985960544483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/02/scorpiuta.html' title='Scorpiuta..'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/S2xwKrWxNXI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ypkUpbPl1gI/s72-c/celebritati-frumusetea_la_elfi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-3474941995430477888</id><published>2010-02-04T18:52:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T00:52:21.651+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='durere'/><title type='text'>poate sadism...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;...sunt ultimele tale minute,intelegi?ori pleci ori mori...te gandesti ca glumesc cand iti arat pistolul,te gandesti ca doar ma joc cu el,te gandesti ca inca te iubesc si ca nu o voi face,cred ca ar trebui sa te mai gandesti putin...timpul iti expira, minutele se transforma in secunde,hai!abiaa astept sa-ti vad decizia,oare vrei sa mori?...aaa da,tu vrei sa ramai si sa ma amagesti in continuare, crezi ca n-am puterea sa trag,te uiti la mine si zambesti gen:ai inebunit sa ma ameninti cu un pistol?...zambetul care demult il adoram acum il urasc,ochii tai albastri stralucitori imi inspira mila,dar acum raman indiferenta,nu-mi mai pasa,nah!te-ai jucat cu mine?uite acum ma joc si eu cu tine...e randul meu sa te chinui,ah!ce ador senzatia....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;...timpul tau a expirat,te-ai jucat cu focul?pai ce's eu vinovata?nah ca te-ai ars singur...vi la mine si imi zici sa incetez sa ma mai prostesc,vrei sa ma saruti...te imping dezgustata, imi provoci greata...ma uit la tine si incerc sa realizez ce am iubit,daa... un monstru care numai are mult de trait,un monstru care amageste,minte ca iubeste,hmmm...incepem?&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;INCARC!&lt;/span&gt;...incepi sa razi crezand ca nu's normala (acum ai aflat ca nu's normala?...nu ma cunosti deloc..)....iti dai seama ca nu glumesc si incetezi din ras,vi din nou spre mine si imi spui ca ma iubesti,incep sa rad,crezi ca te mai cred?crezi ca mai ai acelasi efect asupra mea?...te imping si cazi chiar in genunchi,ah!am nevoie de o oglinda sa te vezi,incepi sa plangi si sa ma implori sa incetez,NU,NU,NU!te-ai jucat cu mine,acum e randul meu,de ce sa trisam?eu ma joc corect orice joc...deci unde ramasesem?aaa plangi,dor lacrimile?acum stii ce simteam eu cand plangeam?incep sa rad din nou,te tratez si eu la fel,am reusit in sfarsit sa-ti dovedesc ceva..(mai stii cand iti spuneam ca te iubesc si nu'ti pasa?mai stii cand ma faceai sa plang?oh da!monstrule!eu imi amintesc totul)...deci vrei sa ne mai jucam?&gt;ok..hai sa terminam,unde doare cel mai rau?oh da!!inima...&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;TINTESC!&lt;/span&gt;...vrei sa-mi spui ceva?iti pare rau?vorbesti serios?ha!ha!ha!credeai ca te-am crezut,n-ai inteles inca:numai cred in tine?si....&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;TRAG!&lt;/span&gt; se aude poc,iar apoi un tipat isteric,mainile iti sunt pline de sange de la rana,cazi pe spate,te privesc in ochi,uite numai simt nimic, vezi?iti spun "ne vedem in iad" si ma intorc sa plec cand iti aud un ultim geamat,n-ai murit inca?ok...mai trag 2 gloante sa-ti usurez durerea,numai plec,raman inca putin sa te vad mort,sangele tau se imprastie rapid pe gresia rece incalzind-o,ador aceasta priveliste!odata te adoram pe tine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"iubeam sa te ador,acum iubesc sa te omor"&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/3579165537056907668-3474941995430477888?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/3474941995430477888/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/02/poate-sadism.html#comment-form' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/3474941995430477888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/3474941995430477888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/02/poate-sadism.html' title='poate sadism...'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-7290876510416059914</id><published>2010-02-03T19:18:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T23:40:11.228+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liceu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boboc'/><title type='text'>viata de boboc...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;O noua etapa din viata noastra incepe cu primul an de liceu,clasa a9a,anul in care suntem numiti "boboci"..pot spune o noua viata,prieteni si profesori noi...Trecem la alt nivel,trebuie sa ne acomodam,este mult mai greu ca in generala...Primele zile din clasa a9a  sunt interesante,desi este agitatie la maxim,iti cunosti noii profesori si colegi la care le incurci numele si totul devine amuzant(prea multi deodata)..trebuie sa alegem sau formam anturajul potrivit pentru noi,unde sa fim noi,pur si simplu noi....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sa va spun cum a fost primul semestru pentru mine?...pai ce sa zic?la inceput eram atat de speriata, oh doamne! "de ce nu stiu pe nimeni?"..."unde-mi sunt prietenii?"..."de ce sunt atatea persoane?",imi puneam atatea intrebari,mi se parea ciudat,mi se parea asa de greu (si inca mi se pare) sa ma trezesc eu la 6 dimineata:))doamne!...eu care ma trezeam doar dupa 11 (aveam ore de la 12:15)...usor,usor am inceput sa ma acomodez,am inceput sa retin numele colegilor si sa ma imprietenesc cu ei,sa facem schimb de nr de telefon, de id-uri...am inceput sa cunosc persoane de la celelalte clase si am aflat ca totusi am prieteni prin liceu,ca nu eram singura (cat de aeriana eram,singura:)) )...inceputul chiar a fost dificil,imi era dor de fostii colegi si de fostii profesori, vorbeam cu Cris,Martha si George mai tot timpul la telefon si ne povesteam...imi era dor de ei,vroiam clasa a8a B inapoi...insa m-am obisnuit...acum imi place,mi se pare super:D:Xliceul te schimba mult...mai ales ca noi suntem in perioada dintre realitate si visare...suntem in perioada in care ne indragostim,legam prietenii pe viata,ne cunoastem pe noi cu adevarat,suntem fericiti si brusc tristi,avem stari ciudate si fluturasi in stomac...gata,gata!...pentru voi cum a fost primul semestru?;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-7290876510416059914?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/7290876510416059914/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/02/viata-de-boboc.html#comment-form' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/7290876510416059914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/7290876510416059914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/02/viata-de-boboc.html' title='viata de boboc...'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579165537056907668.post-2798056764045993114</id><published>2010-01-10T22:17:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T00:05:30.671+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ura'/><title type='text'>I hate!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you talk to me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; and the way you cut your hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I hate the way you drive my car, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I hate it when you stare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I hate your big dumb combat boots &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; and the way you read my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I hate you so much it makes me sick, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; it even makes me rhyme. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I hate the way you're always right, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I hate it when you lie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I hate it when you make me laugh, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; even worse when you make me cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I hate it when you're not around, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; and the fact that you didn't call. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; not even close? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; not even a little bit? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; not even at all....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579165537056907668-2798056764045993114?l=edinutza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/feeds/2798056764045993114/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-hate.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/2798056764045993114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579165537056907668/posts/default/2798056764045993114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edinutza.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-hate.html' title='I hate!!'/><author><name>edinutza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12347291399701043883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dC7YI11Yuag/TM3Ae2n2VQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JcYFIjopelk/S220/madu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
