<?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-7419206000940457177</id><updated>2011-10-10T22:35:56.292-07:00</updated><category term='patinoar'/><category term='program patinoar'/><category term='patinoar cismigiu floreasca drumul taberei'/><title type='text'>Dorinţă de absolut</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cretzu_yo307</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02863780526579483619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/SfIOkIJheuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/keZRvl85EPw/s1600-R/ASDs8C248326-02.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419206000940457177.post-5761131655149738771</id><published>2011-07-19T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T11:45:11.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Generalitati</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Dragii mei, va pup de la mare si imi este dor de voi.&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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Cam asa suna orice text de pe orice vedere trimisa de copil proaspat scapat pentru prima data de-acasa pe litoral. Asta am facut si eu pentru bunica mea ,pe care, declarand public, o iubesc mai mult ca orice pe lume, &amp;nbsp;deoarece mereu mi-am dorit sa trimit si eu cuiva o vedere,si desi n-am plecat acum prima oara, nu am avut niciodata timp sa trimit.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Aceasta era doar o mica introducere intr-un nou capitol din viata mea numit "Totul simplu si nimic mai mult sau mai putin important decat altceva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Si am motive sa scriu. In afara faptului ca nu am mai scris demult, acum pot sa spun ceva ce multa lume nu ar crede si oricum nu crede: SUNT &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;FERICIT!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Da. Sunt bine. Stati linistiti, ca nu e binele la care sperati voi toti. That ain't gonn' happen. Cereti prea mult de la viata mea. &amp;nbsp;Sunt genul acela de bine in care iubesc, am iubit si voi iubi, si sunt fericit ca am iubit si realizez ca nu regret nimic. Lucruri care se transformau in simple ganduri ce ma aduceau la disperare ma aduc acum cu zambetul pe buze. Am ajuns sa cred (PANICA!!!!!!) ca se poate trece peste orice daca vrei, si cu atat mai mult daca are cine sa te-ajute. Si odata cu trecutul peste, dispar toate regretele. Nu mai rasuna in cap " imi bag pula-n tot ce-a fost ca a fost degeaba" pentru ca erau doar frustrari ale temperamentului meu coleric, dezvoltat de mic si cu care am fost obisnuit ani de zile. Dar am aflat ca viata nu inseamna doar nervi, frustrari, grija zilei de maine si foamea de bani. Viata inseamna sa fi fericit pentru absolut tot ce te-a facut cel putin odata sa zambesti! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Si terminand acum cu emoizeala, vine sfatul zilei, un remake dupa Mircea Badea: faceti tot posibilul si scapati de stresul orasului, fie ca e Bucuresti, fie ca e Dodalna Deal, si plecati la mare. Nu spun sa va mutati acolo, doar sa treceti si sa simtiti nisipul fierbinte si apa numai buna de imbaiat sa va atinga picioarele. Sunt in Costinesti de 4 zile si vreau sa va spun ca pana ieri nu stiam cum sa fac sa plec mai repede acasa, dar acum nici ca m-as mai intoarce in jegul ala de oras. E liniste, e pace, e distractie, e voie buna, toata lumea se intelege bine cu toata lumea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;E totul atat de simplu...la fel si eu. Simplu.Indragostit.Fericit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Tot ce e nevoie pentru a obtine asa ceva este sa ti-o doresti suficient de mult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Si ca sa inchei, imi salut, pup si respect toti prietenii de la mare. Va recomand si voua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419206000940457177-5761131655149738771?l=poftavinemancand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/feeds/5761131655149738771/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2011/07/generalitati.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/5761131655149738771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/5761131655149738771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2011/07/generalitati.html' title='Generalitati'/><author><name>cretzu_yo307</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02863780526579483619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/SfIOkIJheuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/keZRvl85EPw/s1600-R/ASDs8C248326-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419206000940457177.post-4906413469278375354</id><published>2011-07-02T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T06:09:32.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck you. It's summer.</title><content type='html'>Deci dupa o saptamana infernala de munca si chin continuu din motive aparent puerile, precum un sef idiot si o munca imbecila, (acestea fiind doar &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;aparente&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;) in sfarsit pot fi fericit!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Trecusera 7 zile de cand nu o mai vazusem si am decis ca e momentul sa-mi introduc "obectul (si stiu ca se scrie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;obIect&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;) muncii) si sa plec. Hap banii, hap bilet de tren, hap "pa-pa Bucuresti jegos si infect plin de sefi jegosi si infecti ahtiati dupa bani si fara pic de simpatie fata de orice altceva" si hap in 4 ore la Constanta!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Crezi ca mi-a trebuit mult sa zambesc dupa ce m-am dat jos din tren? Nici vorba. Statea si se uita debusolata sa vada cand satana aterizeaza trenul Rapid 687 &amp;nbsp;Bucuresti Nord - Constanta dupa ce acesta avusese 35 de minute intarziere, si o vad ca o raza de soare dupa un taifun la capatul scarilor cum nu ma vede. Si ma apropii, incet, si la fel de incet, o iau in brate si deodata se iveste un zambet larg de la o ureche la alta pe meclele amandurora. Era sentimentul ala de "ba nene mai trecea mult timp pana ne revedeam? ce PilULA mea?!" Si a fost suficient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Era iar langa mine, iar in bratele mele, iar cu zambetul pe buze, si pentru mine, iar safe. Tot ceea ce aveam nevoie si nimic mai mult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Doar ea...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Nimeni nu va avea niciodata vreo idee despre cum e acel sentiment genial cand simti ca totul se prabuseste in jurul tau cand nu o ai langa tine nici macar o secunda. Si totodata, nimeni nu va avea acea bucurie pe care am simtit-o eu cand am regasit-o dupa un timp, literalmente atat de scurt, dar ce avea sa insemne o eternitate pentru mine. Te iubesc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419206000940457177-4906413469278375354?l=poftavinemancand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/feeds/4906413469278375354/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2011/07/fuck-you-its-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/4906413469278375354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/4906413469278375354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2011/07/fuck-you-its-summer.html' title='Fuck you. It&apos;s summer.'/><author><name>cretzu_yo307</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02863780526579483619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/SfIOkIJheuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/keZRvl85EPw/s1600-R/ASDs8C248326-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Aleea Orhideelor, Constanța, România</georss:featurename><georss:point>44.2056815 28.62045749999993</georss:point><georss:box>44.204274 28.61897149999993 44.207088999999996 28.62194349999993</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419206000940457177.post-3560100374604693956</id><published>2011-06-19T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T16:27:42.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E doar noapte.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; E noapte si e tarziu rau de tot...Si eu nu am somn. Si aici ploua tare si ma uit pe geam si fumez panicat o tigara... Iti placea ploaia dar iti era frica de furtuni. Probabil ca acum e soare la tine. Si cald si frumos, si viata buna... Totul e bine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Totul...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419206000940457177-3560100374604693956?l=poftavinemancand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/feeds/3560100374604693956/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2011/06/e-doar-noapte.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/3560100374604693956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/3560100374604693956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2011/06/e-doar-noapte.html' title='E doar noapte.'/><author><name>cretzu_yo307</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02863780526579483619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/SfIOkIJheuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/keZRvl85EPw/s1600-R/ASDs8C248326-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419206000940457177.post-8638062000585553736</id><published>2011-06-09T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T11:56:23.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Azi, din nou, nu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Azi nu. Cum a spus Chirila...azi nu,nu , nu am chef azi. Nu vreau sa stiu, nu vreau sa vad, nu vreau sa simt. Nimic! Nu mai vreau....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419206000940457177-8638062000585553736?l=poftavinemancand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/feeds/8638062000585553736/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2011/06/azi-din-nou-nu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/8638062000585553736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/8638062000585553736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2011/06/azi-din-nou-nu.html' title='Azi, din nou, nu!'/><author><name>cretzu_yo307</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02863780526579483619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/SfIOkIJheuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/keZRvl85EPw/s1600-R/ASDs8C248326-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419206000940457177.post-995532270505207367</id><published>2011-06-05T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T22:58:46.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You tell me</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;You tell me how hard it is to get over something you needed the most and now it's nothing but gone... And you tell me how do you feel when you know it's all your fault and nobody else's responsible for every single shitty action that was in your power to prevent and/or stop and you didn't have the courage to do shit. Well, if you don't know, than you better ask me, 'cause i don't want any of you to fuck up something that's good for you by committing the same fucking rule bending that i have. Don't mess it up! You'll regret it. i know i have... and i still do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419206000940457177-995532270505207367?l=poftavinemancand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/feeds/995532270505207367/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-tell-me.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/995532270505207367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/995532270505207367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-tell-me.html' title='You tell me'/><author><name>cretzu_yo307</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02863780526579483619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/SfIOkIJheuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/keZRvl85EPw/s1600-R/ASDs8C248326-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419206000940457177.post-2786358720906022591</id><published>2011-06-03T00:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T00:59:43.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Din nou, "Si"</title><content type='html'>Si ma doare si o sa ma mai doara mult si bine...dar macar mentalitatea imi spune in felul urmator: gandeste ca iti bagi pula si intr-un final ai scapat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419206000940457177-2786358720906022591?l=poftavinemancand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/feeds/2786358720906022591/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2011/06/din-nou-si.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/2786358720906022591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/2786358720906022591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2011/06/din-nou-si.html' title='Din nou, &quot;Si&quot;'/><author><name>cretzu_yo307</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02863780526579483619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/SfIOkIJheuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/keZRvl85EPw/s1600-R/ASDs8C248326-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419206000940457177.post-98132373068911529</id><published>2011-06-02T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T09:57:58.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Chapter Ends</title><content type='html'>Si m-am decis ca trecutul trebuie sa ramana trecut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Un om foarte intelept mi-a spus odata... Si i-am spus ca orice-ar fi, niciodata nu poti trece peste ceva in totalitate niciodata si ca orice ai face mereu va ramane in memoria-ti si sufletu-ti o mica particica ascunsa care va fi sa iasa la iveala exact cand nu ai nevoie. Ultimul capitol incheiat din viata mea purta la acea vreme numele de Andreea Catalina. A fost cea pe care am iubit-o prea mult timp. Ironia sortii... i s-a urcat la cap, dar asta e. Si recunosc, mi-a dat multa bataie de cap incheierea oricarei relatii de orice gen cu acea persoana, dar intr-un final am reusit. Si oricat de mult a-ti vrea sa credeti, nu, nu am facut-o de unul singur, ci cu putin (mai mult) ajutor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Acel mic mare ajutor a inceput de la o prietenie ce nimeni nu o putea prezice si s-a transformat in ceea ce as putea numi cea mai semnificativa schimbare din ultimii 17 ani si 9 luni de cacat din viata mea. Credeti ca ati ghicit?- da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A inceput totul in vara lui 2010 cand din lipsa de preocupare si supradoze din plictiseala am inceput sa ne introducem reciproc in seama pe mirificul site de socializare si terminator de vieti intitulat Facebook. De unde in iarna lui 2009 nici macar nu o suportam in timpane si faceam caterinca proasta de ea cu orice prilej, totul s-a schimbat parca peste noapte..(ce-i drept, a durat vreo doua anotimpuri aceasta schimbare,dar a fost binevenita), cand intr-o mirifica zi de iulie sau august (memoria-mi joaca feste) am inceput sa ne comentam reciproc fiecare mic detaliu de pe acel groaznic site.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Iar mai apoi ne-am vazut...a oprit in loc jumatate din anturajul ei(dupa parerea mea,netrebdnic) doar ca sa ma astepte sa ne mai putem privi odata in ochi dupa mult timp...si asa a inceput tot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Si de la "hai ca te-astept la tnb pe scarite - cobor imediat ca sunt pe motoare" &amp;nbsp;s-a ajuns in nici macar o luna &amp;nbsp;la "nu iesim in seara asta ? :o3" ... A fost ca un vis ce nu parea a fi posibil...si s-a-ntamplat. Intr-o seara parca putin mai racoroasa decat ar fi trebuit de decembrie, ca prin magie, ea a inchis ochii, moment in care am profitat de ocazie ca sa-mi apropii buzele de ale ei...sa le ating si sa imi vina sa nu le mai dau drumul.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Trecut de inceputul iernii...cam in 14 ale lunii...Da.14 Decembrie 2010 a fost ziua in care am sarutat un inger bland cu ochi verzi si fata plina de lumina...sau cel putin asa credeam pe-atunci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;O fiinta cu chip angelic care acum crede ca nu a insemnat nimic. care crede ca pentru mine noaptea de revelion, plimbarile cu Dusty, cafelele preferate de la Starbucks, vazutul tuturor strazilor si locsoarelor din Bucuresti la toate orele posibile,ziua de 19 aprilie 2011 si multe altele, n'au insemnat nimic. GRESIT! &amp;nbsp;Tie ti se pare ca a fost tot vina mea, nu? Pentru singurul lucru pe care te-am rugat sa-l faci a fost tot vina mea?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; S-ar putea sa ai dreptate...Eu sa fiu vinovat pentru tot, dar ce rost mai are acum...si totusi?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Daca acum spui toate astea, atunci pentru tine ce au insemnat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-meofR9fO8GQ/Tee7BfI3z3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/NLLOCHnSSRo/s1600/IMG_0205%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-meofR9fO8GQ/Tee7BfI3z3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/NLLOCHnSSRo/s320/IMG_0205%255B1%255D.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R7U5m2WKLWE/Tee7KuXLEVI/AAAAAAAAACA/JKBC4Hs_t_o/s1600/IMG_0291%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R7U5m2WKLWE/Tee7KuXLEVI/AAAAAAAAACA/JKBC4Hs_t_o/s320/IMG_0291%255B1%255D.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-St8R114uk7Q/Tee9Kn7fh8I/AAAAAAAAACE/pNHh8ghTEro/s1600/IMG_0348.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-St8R114uk7Q/Tee9Kn7fh8I/AAAAAAAAACE/pNHh8ghTEro/s320/IMG_0348.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uxZyFctH1do/Tee9X-GTN2I/AAAAAAAAACI/lUIrtT7wSLw/s1600/IMG_0393.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uxZyFctH1do/Tee9X-GTN2I/AAAAAAAAACI/lUIrtT7wSLw/s320/IMG_0393.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Imi spui tu mie ca vei face tot posibilul sa treci peste si sa le uiti? pentru un cacat? Pentru ca n-ai stiut sa-mi spui adevarul? Imi scoti ochii ca fac asa, ca planuiam demult...dar te rog! Spune-mi! Ai incercat macar sa imi explici? ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Nu mai are rost sa-mi bat capul acum. Trebuia sa ma obisnuiesc de prima data ca tot ce faci cu un scop in viata faci degeaba...Nu are sa existe niciodata in viata nimanui un "Te iubesc!" intr-atat de sincer incat sa merite a fi crezut. Si nu sunt doar eu care afirm acest lucru. Intrebati-va cel mai apropiat prieten ce parere are si vedeti cum e.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sincer sa fiu, chiar regret. Si stiu ca nu doar eu. Regret ca s-a gresit, both ways. N-am sa arat cu degetul in alta parte cand e vina mea, si n-am sa ma dau batut cand stiu ca nu e. Dar in acest caz... nu se pune problema ca vina ar fi fost a unei singure persoane...Dar in fine, tot ce imi doresc e sa o stiu bine, cu zambetul ei superb afisat in fata tuturor mereu, fara sa mai fie lacrima in viata asta care sa curga pe obrazul ei. Pentru ca merita. One way or another,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;she always has and always will have deserved all the good things and nothing less.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;She will be missed for a long time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419206000940457177-98132373068911529?l=poftavinemancand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/feeds/98132373068911529/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2011/06/another-chapter-ends.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/98132373068911529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/98132373068911529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2011/06/another-chapter-ends.html' title='Another Chapter Ends'/><author><name>cretzu_yo307</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02863780526579483619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/SfIOkIJheuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/keZRvl85EPw/s1600-R/ASDs8C248326-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-meofR9fO8GQ/Tee7BfI3z3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/NLLOCHnSSRo/s72-c/IMG_0205%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419206000940457177.post-7160702429868110289</id><published>2011-05-20T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T00:55:45.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stiu</title><content type='html'>Si stiu...stiu ca n-am mai scris demult... Stiu ca m-am interiorizat cum nu am putut niciodata mai bine in viata mea. Si stiu ca datorita lui Dexter Morgan am devenit un actor mai bun, am invatat sa ascund mai bine ceea ce nu pot spune nimanui. Si stiu ca nu e bine, si stiu ca nu e vorba numai de mine, si mai stiu ca lucrurile nu se vor schimba prea curand. Stiu ca sunt prins in anii acestia ai treptelor de maturizare si nu vreau.&lt;br /&gt;NU VREAU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca tot ce vreau e sa dau timpul inapoi. Si stiu ca nu se poate. Si stiu ca nu are sa se-ntample asta niciodata. Stiu ca ce a fost a fost si nu se mai intoarce... Si tot ce-mi trec prin minte sunt cuvinte goale...fara nici macar un singur sens care insista sa-mi rasune in ureche..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nu-mi pasa de ceea ce gandesti acum. Daca vreti sa iesiti peste 10 ani la o cafea nu am nimic impotriva dar acum te rog frumos sa o lasi in pace..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nu consider ca e varsta potrivita pentru o asemenea relatie..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Te iubesc si nu-mi pasa de ce zic ei! Stii bine! Vei fi al meu pentru totdeauna. I promise :o3"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au fost doar vorbe...vorbe care au intrat undeva adanc si au stat ascunse pana cand ... diferite imagini vizuale...auditive...care declansaza exact cand imi e lumea mai draga tot ce nu trebuie sa resimt, revad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renunt! Renunt sa mai cred ca am fost vreodata om. Renunt sa vad tot trecutul, prezentul si viitorul ca un "tot frumos". Renunt sa mai simt nevoi. Renunt la tot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si stiu ca asa va fi mai bine. Pentru prima data, stiu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419206000940457177-7160702429868110289?l=poftavinemancand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/feeds/7160702429868110289/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2011/05/stiu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/7160702429868110289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/7160702429868110289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2011/05/stiu.html' title='Stiu'/><author><name>cretzu_yo307</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02863780526579483619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/SfIOkIJheuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/keZRvl85EPw/s1600-R/ASDs8C248326-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419206000940457177.post-6414893441794026143</id><published>2011-02-17T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T04:20:20.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Numb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Zpctk1OSmg/TV0SJ1eOEnI/AAAAAAAAABw/uwEVFXwRqa8/s1600/The_Numb_by_estellamestella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Zpctk1OSmg/TV0SJ1eOEnI/AAAAAAAAABw/uwEVFXwRqa8/s400/The_Numb_by_estellamestella.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574631873936495218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ever felt &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;numb&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;? 'Cause I sure have... every time I had to take a decision, I  was nothing but that... And I still have that feeling, because every decision I take has to be lifesaving. But for who? ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/7419206000940457177-6414893441794026143?l=poftavinemancand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/feeds/6414893441794026143/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2011/02/numb.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/6414893441794026143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/6414893441794026143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2011/02/numb.html' title='Numb'/><author><name>cretzu_yo307</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02863780526579483619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/SfIOkIJheuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/keZRvl85EPw/s1600-R/ASDs8C248326-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Zpctk1OSmg/TV0SJ1eOEnI/AAAAAAAAABw/uwEVFXwRqa8/s72-c/The_Numb_by_estellamestella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419206000940457177.post-4334374920625936920</id><published>2011-01-21T03:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T03:14:24.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oare...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                         Oare mai este ceva? oare mai simt? Oare voi mai avea vreodata dorinta sa exprim ceea ce se presupune ca nu simt? si daca se presupune, atunci de ce sunt perfect bine, fara nicio remuscare si nu am absolut nimic, pana cand ii aud numele ? de ce o uit de fiecare data dupa o noapte nedormita, abia dimineata cand ma preocupa alte probleme, si nu-mi mai aduc aminte de nimic, si nu mai am niciun sentiment, pana in clipa in care sunt iar by myself with my own thoughts and sorrows ?&lt;br /&gt;                     Dar ar trebui sa ma intreb,oare,de ce inca mai simt pana si atunci, cand mi'a facut atatea, si intr'un final am decis sa pun punct. pentru ca ea sa fie fericita... si acum parca incearca sa'mi dea peste nas...sa'mi zica "uite fraere, ai renuntat, mi'ai facut rau, acum e randul meu sa'ti intorc favoarea si o voi face cu varf si'ndesat..."&lt;br /&gt;                     Si oare de ce vrea sa faca asta dupa atata timp? atata timp in care am invatat-o sa fie buna, cu ea si cu cei din jur, si in final totul va fi bine...dar bine  pentru cine? din toate acestea a inteles sa nui pese decat de ea,si daca nu numai de ea, atunci doar de o parte mica din cei din jurul ei....si nu de toti de care ar fi trebuit sa'i pese....&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;                                                                       ....dar poate ca asa au trebuit sa stea lucrurile&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419206000940457177-4334374920625936920?l=poftavinemancand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/feeds/4334374920625936920/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2011/01/oare.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/4334374920625936920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/4334374920625936920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2011/01/oare.html' title='Oare...'/><author><name>cretzu_yo307</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02863780526579483619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/SfIOkIJheuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/keZRvl85EPw/s1600-R/ASDs8C248326-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419206000940457177.post-8874289386049516611</id><published>2011-01-09T13:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T13:33:36.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acum stiu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Stiu tot. Stiu perfect cum te'ai simtit din ziua in care ai vrut sa ne faci amandurora un bine si sa te desparti de el pentru a fi din nou noi...pana in ziua in care am facut greseala fatala de a ma minti pe mine insumi ca eu vreau ca tu sa nu mai ai nicio legatura cu viata mea, si am plecat. Stiu cum e sa crezi ca nu te mai iubesc, stiu cum e sa nu dormi noptile din cauza amintirilor ce iti bantuie mintea...cum fiecare lucru pe care il vezi in jur si fiecare loc pe care il vizitezi sa te faca sa'ti amintesti de tot, tinand parca sa nu te lase sa adormi...stiu cum e sa gandesti in varianta 'a durat atata si brusc... n'a mai fost?! :|'&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Da...e strigator la cer... sa vezi cum persoana pe care o iubesti mai mult decat pe tine insuti te indeparteaza, se poarta cu tine ca si cum nu te'ar fi avut aproape atata timp si este dominata de o indiferenta aparent puternica, dar studiata mai cu de'amanuntul reiese a fi o frica jalnica a unui las ce nu a meritat nimic niciodata...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sau poate a meritat, dar pe vremea cand se intampla acest lucru, in loc sa fie rasplatit cum se cuvenea...a primit palme peste fata...palme ce l'au facut sa'si piarda increderea ce nu trebuia in final pierduta... Cand a luptat orbeste pentru ea atata timp, nu s'a gandit niciodata ca rezultatul bataliei vai fi facut zadarnica intreaga lupta... Asa ca te intrebi, straine, de ce a luptat atata pentru a'si atinge scopul, cand in final a prapadit totul. Da, chiar el, 'luptatorul' din povestea noastra... a distrus tot ce cladise in ani de zile...totul doar in cateva minute... apoi sa te intrebi ...de ce a dus in tot acest timp, o lupta care in final i'a adus doar autodistrugerea, si pierderea a tot ceea ce mai ramasese bun pe meleagurile'i ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Probabil, dar de fapt mai mult ca sigur...totul va fi zadarnic si demult pierdut sau uitat cand aceste cuvinte vor ajunge la urechile facute pentru a le fi auzit...iar eroul nostru se va fi transformat in cel mai mare....Zero de pe fata Pamantului, asa cum a fost stiut acesta de generatii ce au trecut din mos stramosi, de la Adam si Eva si pana in zilele noastre....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morala:  de data asta, nu e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/7419206000940457177-8874289386049516611?l=poftavinemancand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/feeds/8874289386049516611/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2011/01/acum-stiu.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/8874289386049516611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/8874289386049516611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2011/01/acum-stiu.html' title='Acum stiu...'/><author><name>cretzu_yo307</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02863780526579483619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/SfIOkIJheuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/keZRvl85EPw/s1600-R/ASDs8C248326-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419206000940457177.post-5482767715768640101</id><published>2010-12-08T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T13:34:39.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrisoare către amintiri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/TP9HNPzBQ_I/AAAAAAAAABg/vw-ckriLHUE/s1600/hand-writing-letter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/TP9HNPzBQ_I/AAAAAAAAABg/vw-ckriLHUE/s320/hand-writing-letter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548231558848136178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Si te'am regasit, Straino! Am fost trist...suparat pe viata... credeam ca te-am pierdut definitiv si irevocabil...dar mi-am venit in fire. M-am trezit la realitate si se pare ca realitatea nu a fost asa cruda cu mine precum ar fi parut... Am invatat sa ma adaptez...sa ma obisnuiesc. Practic, am fost suparat pe mine..nu am stiut cum sa gandesc la momentul potrivit. Gresisem mult si aiurea...in gandire...in fapte...in tot...dar am realizat ca cel mai de pret lucru ramane amintirea frumoasa din mintea mea..toate gandurile bune, toate clipele minunate petrecute impreuna... erau trecute intr-un coltisor intunecat si indepartat al inimii mele...aproape uitate toate... dar au iesit la suprafata, si strans legate de prezent, m-au indus intr-o stare euforica... o stare de bine, careia ii duceam dorul demult...si a revenit. Dupa toate noptile reci si singuratice, dupa toate sticlele golite si toti peretii gauriti... mi-am gasit pacea... &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Si cu toate acestea, iti multumesc. da,tie! exact,tu, fata din primul rand...prima pagina din capitolul vietii mele ... Iti multumesc ca inca existi in viata mea si imi iau ramas bun, cu promisiunea ca scanteia din inima mea nu se va stinge niciodata. Si tu esti singura care va stii intotdeauna asta.... sau poate nu ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419206000940457177-5482767715768640101?l=poftavinemancand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/feeds/5482767715768640101/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2010/12/scrisoare-catre-amintiri.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/5482767715768640101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/5482767715768640101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2010/12/scrisoare-catre-amintiri.html' title='Scrisoare către amintiri'/><author><name>cretzu_yo307</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02863780526579483619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/SfIOkIJheuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/keZRvl85EPw/s1600-R/ASDs8C248326-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/TP9HNPzBQ_I/AAAAAAAAABg/vw-ckriLHUE/s72-c/hand-writing-letter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419206000940457177.post-8179252933298162646</id><published>2010-12-06T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T09:47:01.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm just sayin' "</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Ain't nobody... and i mean &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;nobody&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; who gonn' mess round here with such things. all my heart work won't be taken apart 'cause of some stupid fools who don't know when to keep their mouths shut and when to intervene. Nobody can take my right of caring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;NOBODY! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Because i was that one... i am the one and i will always be the one who has feelings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;ALWAYS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Morala: Never trust somebody who verbally ejaculates. &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/7419206000940457177-8179252933298162646?l=poftavinemancand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/feeds/8179252933298162646/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-just-sayin.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/8179252933298162646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/8179252933298162646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-just-sayin.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m just sayin&apos; &quot;'/><author><name>cretzu_yo307</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02863780526579483619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/SfIOkIJheuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/keZRvl85EPw/s1600-R/ASDs8C248326-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419206000940457177.post-5251582460779382314</id><published>2010-12-05T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T20:05:32.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams don't only kill hope...</title><content type='html'>Damn.... it's been a long time since i've last wrote here... it's been a fuckin rollercoaster since my last thoughts .... but instead of goin up and down... it just kept descending .... falling harder and harder .... into numbness... all that you can see and feel around is pain.PAIN.&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;PaIn.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;pAiN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;FUCKIN PAIN!!! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;You never know how to cherish something the most until you lose it... and i can tell you that by having lost something as described earlier.... &lt;i&gt;don't ever  harm  somebody you love... it's gonna get back a thousand times worse.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Morala&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;: "I guess it hurts, doesn't it? and if it did/does, now you know how i felt for...3 months...at least"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419206000940457177-5251582460779382314?l=poftavinemancand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/feeds/5251582460779382314/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2010/12/dreams-dont-only-kill-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/5251582460779382314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/5251582460779382314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2010/12/dreams-dont-only-kill-hope.html' title='Dreams don&apos;t only kill hope...'/><author><name>cretzu_yo307</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02863780526579483619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/SfIOkIJheuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/keZRvl85EPw/s1600-R/ASDs8C248326-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419206000940457177.post-7158611903901330280</id><published>2010-06-19T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T07:53:18.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stai si asteapta!</title><content type='html'>Cica era o zi de sambata, primul weekend din vacanta de vara,in care nu ai absolut nimic de facut decat sa stai in casa, sa te gandesti k n'ai niciun ban in buzunar si iti vine sa plangi ai sa vizionezi toate filmele proaste redate de televizorul tau trist care s-a saturat sa consume curent pana pe la 4-5 dimineata, cand il programezi tu sa se stinga singur,si dupa il aprinzi iar ca n-ai somn...&lt;div&gt;     Ba frate da da'o'n plm de treaba :| s'a facut ceasu aproape 6. sunt treaz de la 11...cand mama dracu a trecut timpu asa ? azi n'am fumat nicio tigara, n'am iesit nici macar pe geam sa vad cum e vremea,chiar daca geamul din camera mea e laaaarg deschis,perdeaua din fata lui il acopera si mi'e mult prea lene sa o dau la oparte...asa ca ce plm sa zic :-j ....nu-mi vine sa cred insa ca totul se datoreaza unui singur fapt, pe care multi dintre voi il cunoasteti deja. nu imi vine sa cred.chiar nu imi vine...si dupa cum spune si titlul, eu stau si astept ca prostu, nefiind singurul de altfel, nemurirea sufletului. pentru ca asa se poate traduce aceasta asteptare. de parca panatul s'ar termina la ele.la mine asa e.sunt un handicapat! recunosc! dar ce pot sa fac intr'o situatie ca asta ? exact: SA STAU SI SA ASTEPT. like i had any other option... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      Well, no more going through my mind right now, so i'm gonna have to wait and hope for the best. ain't that right, friends? ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.: Respect Stanciulescu Bogdan pentru rabdarea lui fenomenala si calmitatea de invidiat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morala: Futi, nu futi, vremea pulii trece :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419206000940457177-7158611903901330280?l=poftavinemancand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/feeds/7158611903901330280/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2010/06/stai-si-asteapta.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/7158611903901330280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/7158611903901330280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2010/06/stai-si-asteapta.html' title='Stai si asteapta!'/><author><name>cretzu_yo307</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02863780526579483619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/SfIOkIJheuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/keZRvl85EPw/s1600-R/ASDs8C248326-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419206000940457177.post-2647568341760347039</id><published>2010-06-13T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T14:40:05.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What will the world bring ...</title><content type='html'>Stii...ma gandeam demult sa scriu o mica povestioara de genul acesta....ma gandeam ca ar trebui sa stii ce simt cu adevarat...ma gandeam ca poate pentru ultima oara,te-ar interesa si opinia mea si iti va trezi anumite ganduri si trairi...acum esti straina...si te instrainezi pe zi ce trece din ce in ce mai mult...&lt;div&gt;        Dar spune-mi,Straino!- mai tii minte cand imi imbratisai palma cu degetele tale catifelate, si ma gadilai usor, pe fata tiparindu-ti un zambet strengaresc sa vezi care avea sa fie reactia mea la gestul tau? Mai tii minte cand mi te aruncai in brate, fericita ca ma vezi, ca in sfarsit ieseam, ca aveam timpul acela numai pentru noi doi,cat ar fi fost el de putin...eram doar noi si lumea inconjuratoare...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;         Nimic nu te putea atinge, nimeni nu-ti putea face rau, pentru ca erai sub aripa mea protectoare, ce nu ar fi permis nimanui sa se atinga de tot ceea ce aveam cel mai de pret...cel mai valoros lucru al meu...si nu ma refer lucru ca si un obiect,ma refer lucru, ca si fericirea suprema...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;         Fiecare ocazie pe care o aveam de a te face sa zambesti, profitam de ea...mult,putin, cat aveam, era insuficient din punctul meu de vedere pentru fericirea ta...dar din putin am facut mult,pentru tine,si de unde n'aveam, tie ti'am oferit tot...doar sa vad scanteia aceea din ochii tai care aparea cu fiecare mic gest de atentie din partea mea...mereu ti'a placut ceea ce primeai...nu ti'ai exprimit niciodata nemultumirea fata de vreunul din acele lucruri,si pe mine ma bucura enorm cand vedeam cat esti de fericita, chiar si pentru cel mai insignifiant lucru, insuficient din punctul meu de vedere,pentru tine... dar tu ma consolai spunand ca iti place mult de tot...si nu cred ca ai mintit vreodata din punctul asta de vedere...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;       Nu am nici macar cea mai mica urma de regret fata de ceea ce s-a intamplat intre noi...nu am regretat si nu voi regreta vreodata aparitia si existenta ta constanta in sufletul meu...toate vorbele spuse la manie,toti nervii ...tot raul facut pana acum....au fost doar lucruri spuse la nervi si la suparare...dezamagire...si asa mai departe...chiar daca ma vei vedea suparat si nervos... sa stii...sa stii in adancul tau ca nu a fost niciodata adevarat! tot adevarul este scris in randurile de mai sus, si fiecare cuvintel vine din mine...din mintea mea...din gandurile mele...din inima...de-acolo de unde te aflii si tu...iti promit....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;       Iti promit ca voi fii mereu fericit, atata timp cat zambetul va fii dominant pe buzele tale. atata timp cat voi stii ca oglinda sufletului meu, intruchipat in fiinta ta, va fii fericita. Nu conteaza prin ce mijloace, nu conteaza cu cine...conteaza doar faptul in sine. Ma voi bucura si voi fii foarte mandru de acest lucru..de faptul ca tu nu vei mai suferi...este tot ceea ce imi doresc....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      Versurile de mai sus, sunt in momentul de fata,si probabil ca vor fii mult timp de'acum incolo, cele mai potrivite cuvinte pentru a descrie ceea ce cred....ceea ce vad....ceea ce simt...pentru ca am invatat ...si am invatat sa si accept mai nou ca....daca iubesti pe cineva...esti fericit atata timp cat persoana respectiva la randul ei este fericita...necontand prin ce mijloace...si sunt mandru de mine ca am putut realiza asta....asa ca voi fii multumit cu oricare ar fi decizia ce o vei lua...doar sa fii fericita! e tot ce imi doresc...TOT ce imi doresc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nota informativa: ceea ce scrie in acest post pana la acest punct,este lucrurl cu care voi fii de acord pana la sfarsit,cuvantul care nu mi'l voi retrage niciodata,si ceea ce nu am sa uit atunci cand (/daca) va mai aparea vreo cearta.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;You could love me or not&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;But either way I've got to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wake up to face another day tomorrow morning&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;You could love me or not&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;But either way I've got the sunrise looking in my eyes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;And i know i could love you or not&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;But either way you've got to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wake up to face another day tomorrow morning&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm not getting used to my new solitude&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've still got a photo in my wallet of you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've got to stop myself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;From picking up the phone and just calling you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've got to keep my emotions together and forever&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;So don't be afraid&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can't erase memories with the actions I seize&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I cannot erase your smile and your eyes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;With your hair in the breeze&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;And the only way for me to move on&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is to write it in a song that life goes on&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;And i'm kicked off this earth&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;With no one to hold it's getting cold and my chest hurts&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;You could love me or not&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;But either way I've got to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wake up to face another day tomorrow morning&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;You could love me or not&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;But either way I've got the sunrise looking in my eyes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;And i know i could love you or not&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;But either way you've got to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wake up to face another day tomorrow morning&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;What will the world bring? (What will the world bring?)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;You've got to be strong &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your story goes on and on&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Even though our page is gone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cuz there's a world out there&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;And even though it ain't fair &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;You've got to not be scared cuz i swear &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll always be true to you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Forgetting your smiles and eyes I could never do&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your love is skin deep with me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;You could never be replaced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Even though you know my heart is free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Don't be afraid...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;You could love me or not&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;But either way I've got to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wake up to face another day tomorrow morning&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;You could love me or not&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;But either way I've got the sunrise looking in my eyes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;And i know i could love you or not&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;But either way you've got to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wake up to face another day tomorrow morning&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;What will the world bring? (What will the world bring?)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;You could love me or not&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;But either way I've got to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wake up to face another day tomorrow morning&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;You could love me or not&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;But either way I've got the sunrise looking in my eyes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;And i know i could love you or not&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;But either way you've got to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wake up to face another day tomorrow morning&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;What will the world bring? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F1yhczZDfQk   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;pentru cei ce vor sa asculte melodia, si probabil au pe cineva drag pe care au pierdut ...inca mai exista speranta pentru oricine....va zic eu...asa vad lucrurile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/7419206000940457177-2647568341760347039?l=poftavinemancand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/feeds/2647568341760347039/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-will-world-bring.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/2647568341760347039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/2647568341760347039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-will-world-bring.html' title='What will the world bring ...'/><author><name>cretzu_yo307</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02863780526579483619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/SfIOkIJheuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/keZRvl85EPw/s1600-R/ASDs8C248326-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419206000940457177.post-5565007573847150990</id><published>2010-06-10T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T07:19:13.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A venit vara.Da'o dracu,acum astepti mai repede seara</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Deci...fratii mei de'o natie si o religie asemanatoare...sau ma rog...aproape asemanatoare....dupa cum probabil ati realizat,sau nu ...A VENIT IN SFARSIT IN P**A MEA VARA!!! gata cu nametii de 2 metri care te inghiteau din decembrie si pana in ianuarie, mai rau decat o avalanse in himalaya, gata cu RATB'urile impotmolite care te duceau la liceu in triplu timp fata de o zi normala... (pt cine cunoaste: ) gata cu molia care se crizeaza ca de ce nu ajungem noi la sfarsit de semestru, inceput de februarie, la scoala,cand nametii din fata blocului nu'i mai ia nici macar salubritatea cu vola, iar apoi draga si scumpa de ea,cu o zi inainte sa se termine scoala,spune ca ne motiveaza absentele din cele doua zile de ninsoare viscolita...gata cu profu de fizica care ne futea la creier din ce in ce mai rau,in fiecare zi de marti,dupa orele de sport,sa ii ramanem lui la lectie deoarece "e materie importanta.intra la teza.o sa va ajute in viata mai mult decat 2+2=5" :)) saracu fuca...&lt;br /&gt;Dar ma rog :)) chiar nu era aceasta ideea :))ideea era,ca, desi nici macar jumata lunii iunie nu e, afara avem temperaturi de 30-35*C!! deci NU mai e de stat afara!!! nu mai e de pierdut vremea langa cu drumuri plictisitoare acasa-scoala, acasa antrenament si tot asa...e vremea de terase cu stropitoare, beri cat mai reci, medicamente cat mai putine (pt cunoscatori:)) ), lazile de inghetata in congelatorul de sub pat, aerul conditionat pornit la maxim, factura la electrica cu cat mai multe zero'uri :)). E vremea cand uiti ca ai doar 10 lei in buzunar,si te duci la stanley bet,si ori ii pierzi si stai cu buza umflata toata ziua,ori ii faci 100, si rupi blue ciel'u, apa nova sau bamboo in 14,cu o piscina care nu te mai lasa sa iesi din ea, o dama langa tine care sa te relaxeze si mai mult si sa te imfierbante mai tare decat soarele toropitor de vara, si desigur, sa nu uitam, un cocktail cu cat mai mult alcool si cat mai multa gheata care sa faca dintr'o zi obisnuita, o clipa in paradis pentru un om de teapa ta. deja visam prea mult,nu ? visele ca visele,dar sa vezi realitatea :)) zilele trecute am facut pariu cu un prieten pe o suma frumusica de bani ca, pana la sfarsitul anului, basescu si/sau boc vor ajunge ca si tovarasul ceausescu :)) dragii mei cititori,va garantez ca va fi o a doua revolutie, pentru ca deja se aplica un regim de austeritate...adica da'i dracului doamne iartama....pentru o persoana cu un venit mai mare sau egal cu 1000 RON/luna, de la 1 decembrie 2010, apa calda va ajunge de la 119 ron la 300, caldura la fel, iar intretinerea de la 250ron la 500. Cine dracu va credeti voi domnilor guvernanti,parlamentari si ce organu meu de reproducere o'ti mai fii? sau mai bine zis, credeti ca toti romanii am furat cat ati furat voi in ultimii 21 de ani? va inselati,da'ti'va'n cacat de aici! luati si cheltuiti din buzunarele voastre pentru tot ce ati furat si gresit, ssi nu ne mai trageti pe noi la raspundere, nu ne mai taiati noua salariile,pensiile si alocatiile, ca sa astupati gaurile pe care tot voi le'ati creat!!! nu's cine stie ce mare cunoscator de politica, dar nu sunt nici un ipocrit care sa inchida ochii cand vede cum totul se duce de rapa in jur, din cauza unor hoti si unor nenorociti care nu stiu altceva decat sa fure, sa fure si iar sa fure, pentru ei si numai pentru ei. asa ca TREZITI'VA! NOI SUNTEM GENERATIA CARE PUTEM SCHIMBA CEVA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Si uite cum se ajunge de la o discutie despre toropeala de afara la politica noastra ce de toate zilele :)) vedeaias morti pe toti :)). dar ce pot sa zic...dragii mei...contacta'ti'ma si vara asta sigur ne vedem ori la o terasa,ori la o piscina... mai putin in perioada 4-11 august cand sunt in concediu de odihna :)) si nu uitati: AM PRIETENA!!!!!! asa k imi pare rau fetele care esteti multe ...:)) this politician's taken :)) |cTz:/ wants peace and quiet. So....c'est la vie :-??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morala: Daca te cheama Basescu, ramai marinar si arunca'te din avion fara parasuta!&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/7419206000940457177-5565007573847150990?l=poftavinemancand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/feeds/5565007573847150990/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2010/06/venit-varadao-dracuacum-astepti-mai.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/5565007573847150990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/5565007573847150990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2010/06/venit-varadao-dracuacum-astepti-mai.html' title='A venit vara.Da&apos;o dracu,acum astepti mai repede seara'/><author><name>cretzu_yo307</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02863780526579483619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/SfIOkIJheuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/keZRvl85EPw/s1600-R/ASDs8C248326-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419206000940457177.post-7466138518074058825</id><published>2010-06-01T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T12:54:51.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iubirea - o mizerie cu nume frumos</title><content type='html'>Am cunoscut odata o fetita micuta&lt;div&gt;Un copil inocent, o fire scumpa, draguta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un vis frumos ce-a devenit realitate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pana cand s-a-ntors totul la 3-60' de grade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dupa un an si jumatate, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;N-a mai putut sa-mi zica ca nu poate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sa renunte la tot din cauza lor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A bulangiilor ce au secat-o ca pe un izvor;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Au inceput certuri,plansete, scandaluri,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prieteni influenti, iesiri dese in baruri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tipi obsedati, gata s-atace ca sacalii,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sa-i fut in gura pe toti,de ipocriti, CANALII!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iar el, cu inima franta, rupta-n doua &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sta trist, priveste prin fereastra cum afara ploua,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pune mana pe telefon, suna toata agenda;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fratele ii raspunde speriat si zice "Oh da?!:|"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stai linistit, calmeaza-te fratello!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vin si te iau, te combin la cartel'o' (sa)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plecam urgent, sa colindam patria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luam rotile cu noi si-ncepe nebunia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am mers, am mers in lung, am mers in lat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In doar o noapte, trei orase-am colindat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A doua, a treia saptamana iar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  --Era sa imi apara pan la urma si poza-n ziar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daramat, pe jos, pe'asfalt imprastiat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imi fulgera prin minte amintiri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aproape treceam peste, scapam si de trairi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar planul meu de El pe loc e anulat;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S-a razgandit, n'a vrut inca sa ma cunoasca,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A hotarat ca suflul inca sa nu ma paraseasca,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar cel mai mult,ea ar fi suferit;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cand ar fi'aflat urmarile a ceea ce'am patit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar zambetul ei...norii i'a gonit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chiar daca el inca nu era fericit &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca ceea ce-a avut, al lui nu mai era,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inima unui strain de ea se-apropia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si toata povara...din  mari pacate,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pe umerii ei a ramas cu problemele toate...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca ea, intr-o situatie grea era....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sa ia'o decizie corecta....trebuia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;E uimitor cum doua luni din viata se pot povesti in cateva versuri...e si mai uimitor cum o poveste de dragoste ...se termina...si nu apuci niciodata sa aflii directia concreta in care se indrepta... despre asta e vorba si in strofele de mai sus.....el a iubito...ea l'a iubit...s'au certat ...s'au adunat prea multe...si ultima solutie a fost sa rupa legatura....in 2 luni de zile s'au schimbat multe...dar unele sentimente au ramas aceleasi....partea mai proasta in toata aceasta poveste e ca...in lipsa unuia pentru celalalt a aparut o umplutura...o persoana exterioara....care i-a indepartat atat de mult pe amandoi...incat suferau mai mult decat atunci cand s-au despartit....dar el...a fost cel care a ramas cu urmele cele mai adanci...va trebui sa invete...ca daca iubesti pe cineva ...lasa-l liber.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Morala : Din Dragoste, cu Mircea Radu! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419206000940457177-7466138518074058825?l=poftavinemancand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/feeds/7466138518074058825/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2010/06/iubirea-o-mizerie-cu-nume-frumos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/7466138518074058825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/7466138518074058825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2010/06/iubirea-o-mizerie-cu-nume-frumos.html' title='Iubirea - o mizerie cu nume frumos'/><author><name>cretzu_yo307</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02863780526579483619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/SfIOkIJheuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/keZRvl85EPw/s1600-R/ASDs8C248326-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419206000940457177.post-4929833267603819146</id><published>2010-05-26T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T13:50:33.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imi aduc aminte.Incerc sa uit cat mai repede...</title><content type='html'>Ce anume ? faptul ca ...undeva intr'un punct indepartat in timp si spatiu...partea umana din mine ce cuprindea sentimente, trairi, zambete largi, stari de buna dispozitie...a existat. Din cauza acestei existente intense a celor mentionate anterior, am ajuns ceea ce sunt acum: un emolau trist,dependent de adrenalina. Daca ma cunoasteti si ati auzit povestile cu scurtele mele "escapade" nocturne din Bucuresti, sa stiti ca nu sunt doar povesti de adormit copiii. Sunt lucruri reale. Sunt rezultatul noptilor pierdute, lacrimilor varsate, amintirilor improspatate...gandurilor pierdute in noapte. Sunt rezultatul unei frici constante de a pierde ceva ce facea practic parte din viata ta de zi cu zi ...frica care s'a dovedit a fi atat de reala,incat s-a transformat mai rau ca ipoteza in concluzie la problemele de geometrie ale clasei a 8a. Un vis urat devenit realitate. Exact ceea ce am vrut zi de zi,in ultimii 2 ani de zile sa evit... s'a intamplat. Factori determinanti? Mai multi decat toti barfitorii si mancatorii de cacat care incercau sa para prieteni, sa te ajute,sa fie langa tine. 90% din acesti "prieteni" si'au aratat adevarata fata...Restul de 10% au reprezentat mila lui Dumnezeu fata de toate suferintele cauzate practic tot de El...&lt;div&gt;Dar ideea principala este aceea ca in toata valmasala din gandurile propriei persoane, exista undeva adanc,ca un punc negru pe o foaie alba...ca o stea ratacita intr-o alta galaxie...o scurta speranta ca cineva undeva se gandeste la tine si la faptul ca lucrurile vor fi in final,dupa multe urme grele...pe drumul cel bun. Ca totul va fi bine...si prin cineva ma refer la...forte Ceresti...pt ca romanului in ziua de azi i'a ramas un singur lucru. Speranta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morala: ce se naste din molie,haine mananca!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419206000940457177-4929833267603819146?l=poftavinemancand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/feeds/4929833267603819146/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2010/05/imi-aduc-aminteincerc-sa-uit-cat-mai.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/4929833267603819146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/4929833267603819146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2010/05/imi-aduc-aminteincerc-sa-uit-cat-mai.html' title='Imi aduc aminte.Incerc sa uit cat mai repede...'/><author><name>cretzu_yo307</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02863780526579483619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/SfIOkIJheuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/keZRvl85EPw/s1600-R/ASDs8C248326-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419206000940457177.post-4079588141641493610</id><published>2010-02-04T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T23:45:11.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Questioning the wrong side of the bed</title><content type='html'>Ilogic? totul in jur.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Denaturati? persoanele care se pot numi doar in acte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nenorocita? viata care nu te lasa sa-ti tragi deloc suflul si te loveste in continuu fara sa ai dreptul la replica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cruda? soarta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rau? de fiecare data cand te gandesti la exact ceea ce n'ar trebui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intrebarea precedenta &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;CUI?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; TIE! Tu esti fraerul despre care teoretic se vorbeste mai sus. Esti satul de tot ce e in jurul tau rau,si binele dispare in nenorocire. Te gandesti numai la natura stranie a existentei tale...te intrebi daca si altii o duc asa de rau...si iti raspunzi singur: da,sunt altii care n-au ce manca,care n-au unde dormi...care n-au, n-au si iar n-au...da.n-au.bun frate.si ce ma f*te pe mine grija ca altii n-au ? Da-ma dracului, ca traiesc in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Romania!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; Aici iti zic si eu si iti zici singur ca esti perfect constient de faptul ca daca incepe sa iti pese de altii si sa uiti de tine, esti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;M&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;N&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;C&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;T&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;MANCAT!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daca se intampla ce am descris in ultima fraza,poti sa-ti iei si tu adio de la tot putzinul care il aveai,ca sa nu mai zic de visele care ti le'ai facut de mic si te complicasei atat de mult incat sa crezi ca pot deveni cu adevarat realitate...cate planuri...cate sperante...de ce ? -&gt; Degeaba! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Compatriotii nostrii au murit degeaba in '89 ...ceausescu a fost impuscat degeaba...comunismul a fost inlaturat ,ghici de ce :)). corect. DEGEABA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar lasand astea la oparte...am derivat grav de la subiect...dar fie ...sa n'o dam din cola'n fanta si din fanta'n sprite cu nimeni :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419206000940457177-4079588141641493610?l=poftavinemancand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/feeds/4079588141641493610/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2010/02/questioning-wrong-side-of-bed.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/4079588141641493610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/4079588141641493610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2010/02/questioning-wrong-side-of-bed.html' title='Questioning the wrong side of the bed'/><author><name>cretzu_yo307</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02863780526579483619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/SfIOkIJheuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/keZRvl85EPw/s1600-R/ASDs8C248326-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419206000940457177.post-4944881798613007312</id><published>2009-12-24T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T13:01:32.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry ( NOT!) Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Bun...e seara de Ajun...Basescu e din nou la putere...romanii dorm perfect nelinistiti si total nesiguri cu privire la pastrarea locurilor lor de munca dupa 2 ianuarie, criza economica o sa ne faca sa multumim in genunchi daca pe masa o sa mai avem o paine peste scurt timp... dar nu asta conteaza...nu e vorba despre romania... e vorba de sarbatori...&lt;div&gt;    ...sarbatori nefericite de altfel...din multe puncte de vedere...s'o luam(bine,bine, nu o luam, privim) altfel...familie nu...brad nu...cadouri nu...liniste nu...fericire nu... =&gt; ?. Raspuns: Craciun &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;NU&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;... intrebati de ce toate astea? pai am un milion de motive care imi vin in minte pentru care lucrurile stau asa cum sunt...gen...incalzirea globala...criza economica...Basescu iar la putere...sau poate ca Doamne-Doamne isi pregateste a doua sa venire mai repede decat ar fi trebuit sa ne asteptam noi s-o faca...poate ca Pamantul s-a saturat de noi, oameni marsavi, care ne batem joc de tot ce acesta ne ofera  si de faptul ca nu ne multumim deloc cu putin, ca vrem absolut totul si chiar mai mult... dar ma rog... acestea sunt deja niste lucruri care depasesc fantasticul...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     ...sa revenim la ceva mai lumesc...motivele pentru care se'ntampla toate acestea sunt vaste...si depind toate de gandirea fiecarui individ in parte si numai a lui. De exemplu...cineva poate fi trist din multe motive...gen ...a patit ceva...s-a certat cu cineva...l-a suparat cineva...etc...dar sa va zic cum scapati de toate astea ? simplu. e musai obigatoriu sa fie un prieten foarte bun langa tine. e imposibil sa nu te'ajute sa scapi de starea aia...si daca si prietenul acela se simte la fel...el va fi fericit incercand si reusind sa te faca pe tine fericit...aceea va fi multumirea sa, si totodata cea mai mare rasplata...stai linistit...pentru ca nu ai de ce sa-ti faci griji. da-l/da-o in p**a mea de prieten/a care te-a parasit sau inselat. e altul/a fix dupa colt. inimi rupte si sentimente? nu exista.sunt doar niste stari de bine...temporare...la fel ca niste droguri...adica niste senzatii inexistente care nu fac altceva decat sa produca suferinta atunci cand se destrama...cel mai bun lucru in astfel de cazuri e sa-ti asculti instinctele si sa &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;traiesti clipa! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; nu astepta sa-ti iasa iar in cale marea iubire dupa o mare dezamagire.pt ca brusc si dintr-o data va zic eu ca n-o sa-apara...marea iubire se va ivi dupa ce tu vei fi trait clipa intr-atat de bine incat sa lase un gust placut...ce ar fi dorit si o a doua oara...si tot asa...aceea e dragostea care va dura pana la nesfarsit...asa ca daca sunteti tristi de craciun...ganditi-va la ce am scris mai sus...si in mod cert ar trebui sa va inveseliti macar cat un ranjet strengaresc in coltul gurii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;morala : mos craciun exista.numai ca e mai greu de gasit &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419206000940457177-4944881798613007312?l=poftavinemancand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/feeds/4944881798613007312/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-not-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/4944881798613007312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/4944881798613007312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-not-christmas.html' title='Merry ( NOT!) Christmas!'/><author><name>cretzu_yo307</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02863780526579483619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/SfIOkIJheuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/keZRvl85EPw/s1600-R/ASDs8C248326-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419206000940457177.post-7858950848818143490</id><published>2009-12-05T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T13:21:12.837-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patinoar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patinoar cismigiu floreasca drumul taberei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='program patinoar'/><title type='text'>Pt interesati : Patinoare din bucuresti</title><content type='html'>Deci fratilor...din 2 motive m'am gandit sa scriu un post care s'ajute impatimitii de patinaj sa ajunga mai usor pe gheatza, anume ca sunt cateva patinoare noi deschise sau redeschise in bucuresti, si in al doilea rand, pt ca stiu cum e sa intrebi 2-3 zile p toata lumea "ce patinoar s'a deschis frate ? :O si cat e intrarea ? si ce si cum...?" &lt;div&gt;deci treaba sta in felul urmator...nam sa spun de toate...spun de cateva patinoare destul de populare ...si suna cam asa : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;           &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Patinoarul Cismigiu : &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;       &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;deschis zilnic,incepand cu ziua de azi, 5 decembrie pana pe la sfarsitul lunii februarie-inceput de martie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   program   :  10-12 ; 13-15; 16-18; 19-21; 22-00.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    intrarea e 10-15 ron... nust sa va zic cand e 10, cand 15 ...dar va orientati. inchiriatul patinelor 10 ron ... va recomand pentru patinoarul cismigiu, mergeti numai cand afara E &lt;b&gt;ABSOLUT FRIG !!! MAXIM 4-5*C. &lt;/b&gt; altfel riscati sa faceti o baie ...asa ...misto :&gt; .bun.next&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;           &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Patinoarul Floreasca:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        redeschis prin bunatatea patronului unui club de fitze nou existent in bucuresti, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Club White &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(nu incercam sa fac reclama), patinoarul floreasc are cel mai bun pretz din sezon,cel putin pana acum, 10 ron/program si 10 ron inchiriatul patinelor. instalatia ghetii total schimbata, mi se pare ca pe baza de freon daca nu ma insel, care a inlocuito pe cea cu amoniac care polua pana in 2004 aerul bucurestiului. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;       program : de luni pana duminica, si de duminica pana luni de la orele 10.... ; 10-12; 13-15; 16-18; 19-21; 22-00[ultimul program valabil doar in weekend] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      ehm...despre &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;patinoarul drumul&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; taberei...numi mai bat capul sa scriu.... gasiti detalii pe www.patinoaronline.ro asa ca distractie placuta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;       si ultimul dar nu cel din urma,faimosul,vechiul anticul si de de mult'ul patinoar  fost &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;23 august&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, actual &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;mihai flamaropol...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; stiu doar ca are program in weekend si joia...joia sigur de la 7 la 9  si in weekend kte 2 ...sambata : 11-13 si cel de seara variaza...si duminica de la 14-16 si seara la fel...variaza...depinde de meciuri si etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;         pt detalii contactatima pe mess....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419206000940457177-7858950848818143490?l=poftavinemancand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/feeds/7858950848818143490/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2009/12/pt-interesati-patinoare-din-bucuresti.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/7858950848818143490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/7858950848818143490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2009/12/pt-interesati-patinoare-din-bucuresti.html' title='Pt interesati : Patinoare din bucuresti'/><author><name>cretzu_yo307</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02863780526579483619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/SfIOkIJheuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/keZRvl85EPw/s1600-R/ASDs8C248326-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419206000940457177.post-833908896542482913</id><published>2009-12-04T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T10:44:14.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eeehm...december postmortem</title><content type='html'>Deci...bun...ehm... ok. Faza e ca sunt atat de plictisit, obosit, racit, nervos, suparat  si multe altele incat n-am pic de inspiratie. Stau si ma gandesc ca maine toti boracii aia de pana in 21 de ani o sasi lustruiasca ori adidasii nemaipomenit de sclipitori &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;ulce &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;amp; G&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;unoi, ori cismele de piele de 1001 euro de la zara, ori manusile'alea cu talpa de cauciuc care se vor a fi cizme, bineinteles, marca UGG (&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; U&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;nu'i&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; G&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;ogu cel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;G&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;ingas) si sa'i puna cumintei ca niste sfintisori ce desigur ca nici in visele lor cele mai indepartate nu vor fi, sub fereastra si sa astepte pana in dimineatza celei de'a 6a zile din luna Decembrie. Si asa stau ei...acesti versati si printesici ...pana a doua zi dimineatza si viseaza ce chei de la mertzanu lu sora lu salam o sa gaseasca in una din incaltari,si in perechea ei vre'un cec de 1 milion de euro...sau vro mostenire de la o anumita matusa tamara...sau cine stie...poate vreun nemtzalau care se da neam cu ei le'a promis vre'un palat peste hotare...eh ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;         Dar pe de alta parte... mai sunt si oameni simplii....care stau linistiti...la locul lor...pe un scaun de birou care scartzaie de'ti vine sa'l arunci p gemu vecinului ...cu sticla de premiat de jidvei in dreapta, sandu ciorba - barbatul care-i barbat in fata si ciocolata heidi cu tiramisu in stanga. Si acest personaj sade linistit in fata unui amarat de PC vechi de cateva secole, si incearca sa se calmeze dupa dracii din ziua care se termina din ce in ce mai greu...una cu altu..tovarasu cu problemele d'acasa...totu se imparte intre frati orice-ar fi...da faza misto e ca nu poti sa scoti pe nimeni dintr'o asemenea stare...mai bine zis nimeni nu poate sa iasa dintr'o asemenea stare singur. Asa ca se iau : elementele enumerate mai sus, premiatu de jidvei, sandu ciorba ,ciocolata heidi...2-3 prieteni care sa'ti poarte de grija si sa te distreze ...si ma rog...continuarea nu mai are sens... ideea era ....si a murit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;morala: barbatu' care'i barbat....face p mosh nikita   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[pt necunoscatori intrati aici : &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', serif; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre; "&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fP5k6bcPsSA&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 21px; white-space: normal; "&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/7419206000940457177-833908896542482913?l=poftavinemancand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/feeds/833908896542482913/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2009/12/eeehmdecember-postmortem.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/833908896542482913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/833908896542482913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2009/12/eeehmdecember-postmortem.html' title='Eeehm...december postmortem'/><author><name>cretzu_yo307</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02863780526579483619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/SfIOkIJheuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/keZRvl85EPw/s1600-R/ASDs8C248326-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419206000940457177.post-5220820776478337214</id><published>2009-10-29T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T06:22:09.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Asta'i banal, domne! Uite'asa ..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Vineri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; .zi nasol de banala.plictiseala grava pana dimineatza cand ma trezesc si ajung la scoala.mate.radem putin.istorie.radem putin mai mult...auzi la el..."razboiul de independenta".Ce independenta ma?! Independent in lume in ziua de azi mai e Pu*ea de la Oi...si dup'aia revolutia franceza....ce revolutie ma?! ce franta?! Taci in pi**a matii ca ne plictisesti.bio.nu vine profa...mity: "Hai frate sa ne tiram!la 5 oricum suntem inapoi".gresit.in fata usii apare asistenta de laborator care ne taie elanul...pe la jumatea orei apare betty...sta ea tipa,urla,da din maini...n'avea niciunu treaba...yo jucam biscuitele cu vali p foaie mare...nu era niciun stres...ma rog...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;fast forward &lt;/span&gt;&gt;&gt; ajungem la teatru..o vad p'aia mica...ma duc la ea...etc...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;fast forward&lt;/span&gt;&gt;&gt; momentu plecarii.piese reusita...panarama grava...vesel chestii nust ce...bebe de mana...si ma pocneste vestea ...boom.fix in cap. "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;ne duce tata acasa.intai o lasam pe elena&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dai sa fugi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.unde p*la mea?! tovarasii plecasera...diriga la fel...fetele toate gone...fuck.ce fac?! tac si inghit.k e sezonu..urkte'n masina"buna seara" si p'orma taci! si stai si suporta ...motor 1.4l ,tdi 50*100 rpm pe bord (turatii) ...bd aviatorilor : din treapta a 3a spre a 4a 120 la ora,39*100 rpm.dai si cacate bastoane.ma rog.ajung acasa.o singura intrebare pe drum: "tu unde locuiesti?" ajung acasa.knd am coborat am simtit libertatea absoluta.ca si cum cineva ma tinea intr'un lant si strangea pe cat de mult posibil...si dintr'o data a dat drumul.free.gata .. gone. continuarea altadata X_x;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/SuwyuFbXM7I/AAAAAAAAABI/qbgpcQBuGB4/s200/post.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sambata.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal;"&gt;vis urat...se'aude in surdina o melodie trista...era telefonu...pe langa telefon o auzeam pe mama "trezestete stefan!!!e tarziu!!" eram ceva gen "pula mea:-l lasama sa dorm"...aaah...cacat.era sambata.adica e sambata.trezestete boule ca ai olimpiada...ti'au ajuns 3 ore de somn...plm...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;fast f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;orward&lt;/span&gt;&gt;&gt; ajung la eminescu dupa olimpiada...ma vad cu aia mica...o duc acasa ...ajung si yo acasa...sunt singur.(nu pentru mult timp dar puteam sa ma bucur de pretioasele clipe de liniste,avand in vedere starea precara a saracului meu genunchi) ...ma schimb in niste haine mai comode...dau genunchera jos...frectie cu diclofenac (al dracu nu se mai face ca pe vremuri inodor (=adica fara miros pentru prosti), tot mentolat.tocmai ce aerisisem camera dupa ben gay-u de dimineatza,si acum alt miros mutator de nasuri 8-|.great!); fasa stransa de genunchi...genunchiul intins...asta e...asa e cand faci gauri in mantinela.Dumnezeu te rasplateste cu apa la genunchi,scutire de sport pe o luna intreaga,dureri cumplite, faptul ca poti sa incalci indicatiile medicului de a nu sta in picioare,tu chiar fortand genunchiul,si multe altele.ma rog...weekend'u asta cica stateam potolit...si stau...doar n'am ce face altcecva...ma plimb prin casa...e 12 ceasu ...trebuie sa mananc ceva...la 1 trebuie sa iau pastila...sa ma mai lase dracu durerea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                    Deschid usa la frigider si ma uit lung.frigideru incepe sa ma injure.imi raspunde cu o privire tampa,de parca ma uitam la masini straine.cred ca daca ar fi putut mi'ar fi tras un pumn in fata numai sa imi iau privirea...sa te uiti lung in frigider n'am mai pomenit...parca imi era lene sa vad mancarea...sau mai bine zis lene sa &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;vreau   &lt;/span&gt;sa vad mancarea....asta n-ati mai auzito,nu? -nici eu.eh...pana la urma se enerveaza din cauza ca l'am tinut atata timp la caldura,privind tamp si anevoie catre el,incat incepe sa piuie si sa tipe si sa faca ca toate alea...l-am inchis...mai taci dreacu odata...dezamagit total...batut de un frigider...mda...imi incerc norocul si cu dulapul de alaturi...il deschid si pe el si imi zic in gand "eh sac ca asta nui bagat in priza si n'are nici baterii.deci pot sa'l uit deschis.&gt;:) mwahahaaha.malefic" ..dulapu' saracu crek mi'a citit gandurile,si eu cautand prin el,ma trezesc cu o usa in cap." mmmm:-l am uitat ca asta are arcuri" ma rog...il deschid a doua oara...privirea tampa care mi'o aruncase mai devreme frigideru era total diferita la dulap.el n'avea nimic cu mine.m'a pocnit pentru ca am gandit egoist,fara sa'mi dau seama de faptul ca mancarea din transul putea sa faca molii ...molia :)) haha :))=)) ce gluma... :)) molia...desparte in silabe :mo - li -a :)) sau mai bine zis, molia : ca - (re) - na(e) - da =))) care ne da :))=))))) ce funny (nu)'s :)).revenind la dulap.pana la urma acesta imi rasplateste cautarile desarte din frigider cu o punga de popcorn pentru microunde... :X yummmy:X ele pocnesc toate :X ah,delicios =p~ bun de'ti lingi toate cele :)))). le mananc si m'apuca nostalgia.acum ma batea altceva : somnu. frate,dupa 3 ore dormite azinoapte, trezirea matinala de azi dimineatza, si efortul intelectual depus, meritam o pauza.  =-somn-=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morala: Cand te bate frigiderul, scoate arcurile de la dulap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419206000940457177-5220820776478337214?l=poftavinemancand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/feeds/5220820776478337214/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2009/10/astai-banal-domne-uiteasa.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/5220820776478337214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/5220820776478337214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2009/10/astai-banal-domne-uiteasa.html' title='&quot;Asta&apos;i banal, domne! Uite&apos;asa ...&quot;'/><author><name>cretzu_yo307</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02863780526579483619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/SfIOkIJheuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/keZRvl85EPw/s1600-R/ASDs8C248326-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/SuwyuFbXM7I/AAAAAAAAABI/qbgpcQBuGB4/s72-c/post.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419206000940457177.post-8708520807423587360</id><published>2009-10-19T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T11:37:40.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Even if...</title><content type='html'>E frig afara...ploua...te simti ca in melodiile lu nimeni altu care'ncep cu "septembrie '99" ...e viata de'an pulea rau...n'am ce zice...groaznic...e frig afara...e frig inauntru...e frig inclusiv in sufletul tau...bate vantul....&lt;div&gt;Sa'mi spun povestea'n rime e tot ce mi'a ramas...sufletul adanc ranit imi graieste pas cu pas...imi spune ca il doare, ca'i cuprins de teroare...ma'ntreaba ca de ce pe strada lui sorele nu rasare ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si eu cu ce sa'l mint ? ce sa ii spun ca simt ? sa'i spun ca eu iubesc si sa jur ca nu mint ? adevarat si este ...in lunga mea poveste apare... o printesa frumoasa...dintr'o familie mare...ce'mi spune "te iubesc" ...pe tine te doresc...sa fim noi 2 mereu e'un lucru firesc... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si mereu cand graieste...inima'si ia avant si nu mai amuteste ...si nu se stapaneste...adanc in mine bate...ma face sa ma duc mult prea departe cu gandul...k pentru mine la ea ...se termina pamantul.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si sincer n'am de ce...sa mint sau sa gasesc scuze... ca n'ar fi ea aceea..care ma reprezinta...care'mi alunga durerea...departe ...de tot ce ar putea vreodata scrie'n vreodata'n orice carte...care nu va fi niciodata prea departe..ca sa o pot ajunge...so tin la pieptul meu, in brate s'o pot strange...si astea fiind zise...acum spun c'ajunge...cuvintele prea multe raul il pot aduce... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;morala : nu iubi.Iubeste!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419206000940457177-8708520807423587360?l=poftavinemancand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/feeds/8708520807423587360/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2009/10/even-if.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/8708520807423587360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/8708520807423587360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2009/10/even-if.html' title='Even if...'/><author><name>cretzu_yo307</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02863780526579483619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/SfIOkIJheuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/keZRvl85EPw/s1600-R/ASDs8C248326-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419206000940457177.post-2450036229275184530</id><published>2009-09-25T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T12:58:44.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short brief</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ehe&lt;/span&gt; ...a trecut ceva timp...nu mai am indeletniciri tocmai potrivite pt a va rezuma ceva ceva...dar incerc sa distrag cat mai mult atentia voastra de la toate kkturile din mass media spre ceva umpic mai placut ochiului si amuzamentului citiorului. Umorul meu grotesc nu are absolut niciun fel de vina pt faptul k eu sunt cum sunt si scriu ce scriu,dar toate frazele amuzante din post'urile mele anterioare s'au nascut numai din starile mele foarte diverse si total opuse de la o zi la alta ...incepand cu contrastul dintre vizita la dentist alaturi de iubita mea, zi in care am ras cu lacrimi cand s'a terminat si terminand cu peripetiile din spatele blocului alaturi de tovarasii mei ...prietenii mei cei mai buni...a doua mea familie...fara de care nu stiu...ar fi fost altfel...ar fi fost urat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Momentan gandurile mi'au fost inrerupte de o conversatie interesanta...asa ca sunt de asteptat post'uri ulterioare...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Morala : Vorba dulce mult se suge...ca d'aia'i dulce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419206000940457177-2450036229275184530?l=poftavinemancand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/feeds/2450036229275184530/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2009/09/short-brief.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/2450036229275184530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/2450036229275184530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2009/09/short-brief.html' title='Short brief'/><author><name>cretzu_yo307</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02863780526579483619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/SfIOkIJheuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/keZRvl85EPw/s1600-R/ASDs8C248326-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419206000940457177.post-4039253347469223089</id><published>2009-09-13T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T11:41:55.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn twilight reinforced. School fuckin' starting!?!</title><content type='html'>Somebody once said... nu se stie ce-a zis da de zis sigur a zis-o... Treaba sta in felul urmator: azi e 13 septembrie (pe langa faptul ca e duminica). E ultima zi de vacanta. E prima zi din stresul si panica gen "cu ce pula mea ma imbrac maine?!?!~X(". E ziua lu kiki si dd...asta nu conteaza da mentionam doar :)) &lt;div&gt;Si incepand cu maine, dragii mei, o luam iar de coada... vacanta asta mi s-a parut cea mai lunga dintre toate de care-am avut parte de cand am invatat sa scriu si sa citesc..mai putin luna lui august care parca ieri incepuse... dar a trecut ...a trecut urat...bine macar c-a trecut... faza e ca am inceput sa scriu la post'u asta ca sa imi iau adio de la vacanta...da ma ia cu tremurici cand ma gandesc ca maine o vad pa' molia...valurile d boboci...invazia d lume...toate chestiile'astea adunate...mama nici nu vreau sa ma gandesc...chiar nu vreau...ma gandesc doar la prima vacanta in care am reusit si eu sa ma trezesc dupa 8 jumate 8-&gt; in care stateam afara pana dimineatza cand ma plictiseam si mi se facea frig...offf...golanii din cartier...sticla de timisoreana la 2 sau dozele de beck's ...pachetu de kent 4 facut posta ...doamne...o sa-mi lipseasca enorm asta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faza este ca,ca sa zic asa ( :)) ), va trebui sa ma reobisnuiesc cu viata de licean "cuminte" ...si sa sper ca totu va fi bine...asa ca ...pt toti bobocii si toata lumea...multa bafta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morala : Daca n-ai ceva,cumpara'ti! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419206000940457177-4039253347469223089?l=poftavinemancand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/feeds/4039253347469223089/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2009/09/autumn-twilight-reinforced-school.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/4039253347469223089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/4039253347469223089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2009/09/autumn-twilight-reinforced-school.html' title='Autumn twilight reinforced. School fuckin&apos; starting!?!'/><author><name>cretzu_yo307</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02863780526579483619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/SfIOkIJheuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/keZRvl85EPw/s1600-R/ASDs8C248326-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419206000940457177.post-159354359868181787</id><published>2009-09-10T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:33:28.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A special 10's day...</title><content type='html'>Inca o zi...inca o luna...1 an si umpic mai mult pe zi ce trece...la multi ani mie...si ei...n'ash fi putut sa cred vreodata ca as fi in stare sa pun atata suflet...Desi recunosc...am un mare dezavantaj...sunt sufletist din fire...dar nu pot sa cred ca sunt chiar asa...&lt;div&gt;Povestea multi dintre voi o stiti...acum aproape 2 ani am cunoscut o fata care m-a fermecat pur si simplu...era fascinanta...superba...divina...nu am cuvinte s'o descriu...chiar nu am...si pot sa va zic k m'am indragostit pe loc...in 3 zile eu "iubeam" (orice'ar fi insemnat asta pentru mine atunci :-??) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ideea este ca a trecut timpu...lunile treceau pentru mine ca anii...ianuarie..februarie...martie...deja venise ziua ei si tot n'o vazsuem...a trecut si aprilie...si mai...si iunie...si era cat pe ce sa treaca si iulie...da n'a trecut. Era o data de 22 ...22 iulie 2008... cand intr-un scurt moment de nebunie am "amenintato" ca ma duc in fata blocului ei si inlemnesc acolo pana se indura de mine sa vina sa o vad.Si exact asa s-a-ntamplat...si a trecut si iulie...si ne-am mai vazut de vreo 2 ori...ai au trecut 10 zile din august...si intr-a zecea zi..cretzu a prins curaj...baiatul sfios de pe-atunci a gasit undeva adanc in el un gram de tupeu si a intrebat : "Ai vrea sa incercam ...si sa vedem ce iese?" si ghici care'a fost raspunsu :)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si asa a inceput totul...si uite ca a trecut un an...si o luna...si mai multe va las pe voi sa aflati cum puteti...mult succes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morala: Daca ai bani, nui juca la lotto! Pastreaza-i!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419206000940457177-159354359868181787?l=poftavinemancand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/feeds/159354359868181787/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2009/09/special-10s-day.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/159354359868181787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/159354359868181787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2009/09/special-10s-day.html' title='A special 10&apos;s day...'/><author><name>cretzu_yo307</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02863780526579483619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/SfIOkIJheuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/keZRvl85EPw/s1600-R/ASDs8C248326-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419206000940457177.post-5261232286238895117</id><published>2009-09-05T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T00:48:06.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of this fuckin' city..last time this "summer"</title><content type='html'>Bun.Perfect..Mirific! Cu 2 weekend'uri inainte sa inceapa scoala am reusit sa evadez din jegoasa si nenorocita capitala....jungla de beton parasita...care ar fi umplut de anxietate pana si sufletul celui mai vesel si optimist om din lume...gone...fara noxe nocive pt plamani,care pe zi ce trece parca sunt din ce in ce mai negrii pana si in cei care se feresc de tigari ca de dracu...fara claxoane care sati omoare timpanele mai rau dekt un concert dnB, fara cretini care au primit masinutza nou noutza de la taticu si pleaca cu scartz de la semafor intr'o fabia cu motor de 1.2 si in loc sa nimereasca a2a baga intr'a 4a (iartama izbe ca te dau d gol.ps.nu la tine ma refeream knd am zis cretin)...fara stres...fara tipete....fara nimic deranjant in jur k sa te faca sati regreti zilele.&lt;br /&gt;Si miracolul s'a'ntamplat : am ajuns in Sibiu! Pt mine Sibiul este pe locul 2 in topul celor mai frumoase 5 orase vizitate in Romania, dupa mult iubitul Brasov care m-a cucerit pe veci cu strazile vesnic curate...parcurile vesnic pline, si cataiful vesnic bun de la o anume cofetarie de pe langa Biserica Neagra...&lt;br /&gt;Revenind insa la Sibiu...am plecat de nebun, multumita bunavointei mult iubitei mele bunici...care m-a subventionat indeajuns pt aceasta fenomenala plimbare...am ajuns la verisoarasa, Magda in jurul orei 12...mi'am salutat neamurile indepartate timp de vro ora si ceva...ne'am asezat la masa ne'am ingrasat vro 15 kile...si am plekt la plimbare...mda..primu stop : real sibiu...pana mea...snt satul de TOATE mallurile si TOATE brand'urile kre exista prin bucuresti dar da...trebuia sa vad si cel mai mare centru comercial din sibiu...asa ca hai sa pierd si pe-aici cateva ore...apoi in kaufland...am ajutato pe scumpa si draga de magda la niste cumparaturi...ca de...ne astepta meciu' mai p seara...si ma rog...ajungem acasa...si debarasam..si ne odihnim...si gata...plecam din nou...&lt;br /&gt;...si acum partea interesanta...ajungem in centru...Bulevardul Nicolae Balcescu din centrul Sibiului...un fel de Lipscani al acestui oras din centrul tarii...ce poti sa vrei mai mult de'atat...aerul anilor '70-'80 impanzind aspectul antic al strazilor...cafenelele parca legate una de alta....nelasand loc si spatiu de respiro pentru intrarile modeste in locuintele vechi precum orasul...magazinele specifice zonei...bancile deschise aproape non stop si brutariile din care iese cea mai buna paine din tara...va lingeti botul deja, nu ? asa am gandit si eu cand am ajuns acolo...dar numai micile francize,restaurante si terase nu sunt indeajuns sa va ia gandurile. Adaugati arhitectura antica....monumentele istorice si restul relicvelor si obtineti vacanta de vis in mai putin de'o zi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar la toate acestea, spre norocul meu,am prins si un bonus : Targul Olarilor din Piata Mare. Ce pot sa zic...oale, cratiti, strechini, vase de toate modelele,marimile si culorile, si o manie proprie si personala: magneti :X am ajuns acasa cred ca, aproape cu un kilogram de magneti ca de...:"&gt; omu s'a nascut cu pitici p creier...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ansablul per total al Sibiului a meritat sa-i aduca acestui oras titlul de "Capitala Europeana Culturala" in anul 2oo7, multe din motivele castigarii acestui titlu fiind afisate mai sus...asa ca tot ce pot sa va zic...mergeti cat mai curand daca nu ati fost niciodata,iar daca ati fost, nu strica o a doua vizita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Concluzie : Daca viata iti da lamai, cumpara'ti un fresh de portocale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419206000940457177-5261232286238895117?l=poftavinemancand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/feeds/5261232286238895117/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2009/09/out-of-this-fuckin-citylast-time-this.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/5261232286238895117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/5261232286238895117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2009/09/out-of-this-fuckin-citylast-time-this.html' title='Out of this fuckin&apos; city..last time this &quot;summer&quot;'/><author><name>cretzu_yo307</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02863780526579483619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/SfIOkIJheuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/keZRvl85EPw/s1600-R/ASDs8C248326-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419206000940457177.post-5999503723302699007</id><published>2009-09-02T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T13:38:41.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Summer Twilight</title><content type='html'>2 septembrie pot sa zic ca a fost o zi superba...pt o toamna ...dar totusi pentru unii a inceput groaznic ;)) un bun exemplu de inceput ar fi draga,scumpa si mult iubita mea prietena,pentru care ...durerile de dinti sunt o noutate...&lt;div&gt;1 septembrie : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- dupa orele 18:00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Buna. Ce faci ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C: Neatza,pisoi...uite ce sa fac...cu baietii p'afara...am fost in unirii...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Iar golanesti :-l&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C: Nu :D ...doar ma plimb ;)):o3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- dupa orele 22:00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Tot n'ai ajuns acasa ?&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C: Sunt la obor pisoi...plec in 10 minute :o3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: D'oh 8-| &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-dupa orele 23:00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Ai ajuns ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C: Da,pisoi :*&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Iar ma dor dintii :(( si maine mergi cu mine la dentist &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C: Da pisoias :* stai linistita k n-o sa patesti nimic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Promiti ? :o3&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C: Da! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(continuare de linistire a bebelusului pana a adormit...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 septembrie :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-ora 8:30 (suna telefonu)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Iarta'ma ca te'am trezit...eu sunt treaza de la 7 si umpic si mi-e frica :((((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C: Stai linistita pisoi...ti-am promis ca n-o sa patesti nimic :*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(se face 11.ma intalnesc cu ea. mergem la 11 jumatate la dentist. Doamna doftor lucreaza cu mana usoara si cu anestezie. N-a simtit nimic :X iupiii:X Asta inseamna ca m-am tinut de cuvant:D ...ma rog...mergem pana la fundeni la spital ca aveam umpic de treaba...pe urma pe la ea ...sa se schimbe fata...si apoi in herastrau)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Herastrau : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frate in parc pot sa zic ca e mult prea misto...de cand cu noile amenajari...si vremea prea tare...ghindele zburau de colo - colo deranjate de vibratiile roller'ilor si skater'ilor care treceau nestingheriti pe aleile parcului...majoritatea indreptandu'se sper skate sau spre baraka iar foarte putini plimbanduse...[fitness time,fatties]..frunzele care pluteau amortite de sus in jos...dadeau impresia ochiului ca toata terra se ridica...si ele stau nemiscate..pana cand asfaltul incins de soarele fostei veri le cuprinde, vantul rece de proaspata toamna le matura si pamantul roditor le macina...pregatindu'le pentru venirea iernii...parul ei castaniu isi arata nuantele usor imblonzite de soare...in bataia vantului...si ma mangaiau usor peste fatza...ochii ei ca doua smaralde ma fermecau...parca nu ma mai lasau sa-mi iau privirea de la ea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pesti din ce in ce mai multi in lac!Miracol minunat...minune incredibila...si pe langa asta...gaste...lebede...ratze mandrain(e) [:))] si alte fazane...paunitze si inaripate...ce mai ...e superb...va recomand din toata inima sa dati o fuga prin herastrau cu ala sau aia p kre il/o iubiti (mai pa' 7@r@N3$73  asa :)) ) pt k va zic k o sa ramana o amintire frumoasa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;concluzie : Pasarile ciripea,n-avea treaba, se juca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419206000940457177-5999503723302699007?l=poftavinemancand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/feeds/5999503723302699007/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2009/09/summer-twilight.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/5999503723302699007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/5999503723302699007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2009/09/summer-twilight.html' title='The Summer Twilight'/><author><name>cretzu_yo307</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02863780526579483619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/SfIOkIJheuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/keZRvl85EPw/s1600-R/ASDs8C248326-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419206000940457177.post-7931213264870721335</id><published>2009-08-31T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T01:41:37.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer's sprint, Autumn renegade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/Sp-BLYbg0NI/AAAAAAAAAA4/m4AGIpcbH8E/s1600-h/DSC01026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/Sp-BLYbg0NI/AAAAAAAAAA4/m4AGIpcbH8E/s400/DSC01026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377158512640053458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum vreo 10 ore si cva... s'a petrecut un dezastru...cel putin pentru mine e dezastru : s'a terminat vara [:((]. Ca s'ar fi terminat vara n'ar fi fost nicio problema ...sincer sa va zic...dar marea problema e k dupa ce s'a terminat vara, a inceput singuru anotimp pe care eu unul NU IL SUPORT : toamna...Bai fratilor...nu putea sa aiba vara 4 luni jumate si iarna 4 luni jumate? sau sa aiba anu 9 luni,si sa inceapa direct iarna dupa vara....sau ceva de genu...sa treaca peste etapa aia cu ploi zilinice din care =&gt; mocirla din care =&gt; haine de spalat din care rezulta =&gt; mai multa apa consumata din care =&gt; criza economica duce spre un faliment treptat. Dar totusi...inca ma intreb...de ce nu se poate trece peste ploi torentiale...furtuni...vijelii...copaci chei...frig d'ala jegos care vine odata cu inceperea ploilor...de ce ? de ce nu poa sa vina frumusel iarna ...s scada temperaturile de la +35* C  pana la - 15*C si sa inceapa la 2 zile dupa un val d caldura caniculara, sa ninga,si sa se puna zapada de 2 metri ?  tare as vrea sa stiu de ce si iar DE CE ?!?!?! a facut Dumnezeu sa fie asa anu.... si cum ar zice teo de la deko : Pula mea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419206000940457177-7931213264870721335?l=poftavinemancand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/feeds/7931213264870721335/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2009/08/summers-sprint-autumn-renegade.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/7931213264870721335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/7931213264870721335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2009/08/summers-sprint-autumn-renegade.html' title='Summer&apos;s sprint, Autumn renegade'/><author><name>cretzu_yo307</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02863780526579483619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/SfIOkIJheuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/keZRvl85EPw/s1600-R/ASDs8C248326-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/Sp-BLYbg0NI/AAAAAAAAAA4/m4AGIpcbH8E/s72-c/DSC01026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419206000940457177.post-6948830014271999162</id><published>2009-08-20T14:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T14:41:48.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa vezi poveste noua de viata...ce fac sentimentele din om...ntz ntz ntz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/So3DDNnd_BI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ozh28fST0ao/s1600-h/17082009111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/So3DDNnd_BI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ozh28fST0ao/s320/17082009111.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372164390485097490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si uite frate ca am ajuns sa scriu iar...ce pot sa zic....un nou capitol in viata mea ...n'am mai povestit de mult despre ce'am mai patit in viata asta de kkt..dar va zic k imi merge bine in ultimu timp...dupa o luna de zile fara fata care de fapt e practic viata ta...un sms iti poate schimba radical viziunea despre viata. si bine zicea cineva odata..."ceva ce iubesti o sa realizeze k te iubeste atunci cand no sa te mai aiba". in cazul meu a fost nevoie de o luna pt ca acea persoana sa realizeze de fapt ce insemn eu pentru ea. Faza sta in felul urmator: totul s'a rezolvat. Problemele s'au clarificat si acum sunt mai fericit si mult mai binedispus decat m-ati fi vazut acum cateva saptamani...Sa iei totu de la capat inseamna ceva...si sa fii in stare s-o faci exact asa cum trebuie...iti trebuie o inima mare si un creier suficient de tampit sa'ti sustina "corasonu' ". Dar uite ca a tinut. Am din nou ceea ce este al meu prin legile fizicii si atractiei newtoniene, si anume cea mai dulce fata din tot universul...cine nu poate sa inteleaga cat inseamna fata asta pentru mine...sa se uite la unul din posturile anterioare...sau sa-mi dea add si sa ma intrebe ce'am vazut la ea de trece timpu asa si eu nu ma schimb cum ar vrea altii...Asa ca luati exemplu de la mine : gasiti pe cineva &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;care sa merite &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; si bagativa tot ce'aveti in suflet in acel ceva: dragostea frate  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419206000940457177-6948830014271999162?l=poftavinemancand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/feeds/6948830014271999162/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2009/08/sa-vezi-poveste-noua-de-viatace-fac.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/6948830014271999162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/6948830014271999162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2009/08/sa-vezi-poveste-noua-de-viatace-fac.html' title='Sa vezi poveste noua de viata...ce fac sentimentele din om...ntz ntz ntz'/><author><name>cretzu_yo307</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02863780526579483619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/SfIOkIJheuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/keZRvl85EPw/s1600-R/ASDs8C248326-02.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/So3DDNnd_BI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ozh28fST0ao/s72-c/17082009111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419206000940457177.post-9097518692641717297</id><published>2009-07-07T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T12:34:36.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ganduri inainte de miezu noptii</title><content type='html'>stiu k pentru post'u asta o sa ma ia multa lume la 3 pazeste...dar blogul acesta e singuru mod in care pot sa ma descarc...singuru mod prin care pot sa dau tot ce'am pe suflet afara din mine ...fara sa fie nevoie sa fut p cineva la creeri...&lt;div&gt; am facut acest blog ca sa pot sa scriu...sa am si eu cum arata cat de mandru pot s fiu de cineva kre pentru mine inseamna totul....literarly speaking,EVERYTHING...si asta numai pentru ca m'am saturat sa tot stau de vorba cu altii si sa'mi aud dup'aia vorbe k i'am futut la creeri si alte kkturi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;asa ca am inceput cu o zicala simpla si pe cat se poate de adevarata : pofta vine mancand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Blogul meu este ca un fel de jurnal astfel conceput incat din tot ce scriu si marturisesc aici, sa poata fi luat si ca exemplu si invatzatura...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  - in seara asta...sincer sa fiu sunt cam trist...nu mai conteaza problemele mele de'acasa...incep sa ma obisnuiesc cu ideea k nu mai am 2 parinti...da nu asta'i motivu pt care dispozitia mea devine alarmant de EMO ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; pot sa spun asa...am pe cineva...mic si scump...care e proaspata boboaca intrun liceu pe masura asteptarilor ei si de care sunt foarte extrem de mandru...ce pot sa zic...e ca si cum ar fi copilu meu...e sentimentu ala ...care te ia pe sus si te duce undeva in taramul "roz si pufos" :))))) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...faza e ca pe langa sentimentu asta de mandrie apar gandurile legate de viitor...si d la asta melancolia....in momentul de fata am o stare atat d naspa inkt  imi vine sa ma dau cu capul de pereti ...ma gandesc doar cum o sa fie atunci cand nu o sa mai fie :-&lt; ...si atat...sincer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419206000940457177-9097518692641717297?l=poftavinemancand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/feeds/9097518692641717297/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2009/07/ganduri-inainte-de-miezu-noptii.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/9097518692641717297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/9097518692641717297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2009/07/ganduri-inainte-de-miezu-noptii.html' title='ganduri inainte de miezu noptii'/><author><name>cretzu_yo307</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02863780526579483619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/SfIOkIJheuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/keZRvl85EPw/s1600-R/ASDs8C248326-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419206000940457177.post-1985765422308295820</id><published>2009-07-07T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T12:45:51.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bun venit dragi boboci</title><content type='html'>deci...pt toti boboceii din rosetti...va urez bun venit. de regretat sigur n'aveti ce regreta...rosetti fiind un liceu destul de bun din multe puncte de vedere de la faptul k "e viata" dupa cum se zice...pana la invatzatura si acces spre cunoastere,lucruri intalnite din plin...&lt;div&gt;asa k va zic yo...nu regretati k ati intrat aici decat daca cumva doamne fereste sa fi avut p cineva p care sa iubiti si care a intrat in alta parte...in rest toate bune si frumoase...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mult succes in "noua" voastra viata ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                       sfaturi/nelamuriri/concluzii/pareri : cretzu_yo307&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419206000940457177-1985765422308295820?l=poftavinemancand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/feeds/1985765422308295820/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2009/07/bun-venit-dragi-boboci.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/1985765422308295820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/1985765422308295820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2009/07/bun-venit-dragi-boboci.html' title='bun venit dragi boboci'/><author><name>cretzu_yo307</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02863780526579483619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/SfIOkIJheuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/keZRvl85EPw/s1600-R/ASDs8C248326-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419206000940457177.post-4349856401188985710</id><published>2009-05-27T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T12:16:19.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragi curiosi : ATENTIE!</title><content type='html'>Bai dragii mei copii....am auzit in ultimu timp niste zvonuri de tot cacatu...si vreau pentru ca sa va lamuresc : &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Inca am prietena, inca este aceeasi : Deea !!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. NU, nu m'am despartit de ea, si nu o voi face!&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. NU imi place de altcineva! Daca mi'ar fi placut, cat de prost sa fiu sa urlu'n gura mare ?!?!?! (astai pt imbecili :*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. NU am nici o amanta si nici nu imi doresc, si mai ales NU intentionez sa am!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Pentru nelamuriri,aveti 2 optiuni : ma intrebati sau ma pupati in cur direct.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;asta a fost ca toti manktorii d kkt sa taca si s nu mai faca valuri aiurea&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&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/7419206000940457177-4349856401188985710?l=poftavinemancand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/feeds/4349856401188985710/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2009/05/dragi-curiosi-atentie.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/4349856401188985710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/4349856401188985710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2009/05/dragi-curiosi-atentie.html' title='Dragi curiosi : ATENTIE!'/><author><name>cretzu_yo307</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02863780526579483619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/SfIOkIJheuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/keZRvl85EPw/s1600-R/ASDs8C248326-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419206000940457177.post-8731025848722493048</id><published>2009-04-30T11:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:19:12.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Una calda, alta rece</title><content type='html'>Deci ....ziua de azi a fost la fel de frumoasa ca cea de ieri :D doar pana la ora 18:00. Si ATAT! dupa aia s'a terminat....toate bune si frumoase de dimineatza/pranz...soarele stralucea...pasarele ciripea...si yo ma simteam bine...&lt;br /&gt;Dar s'a intamplat k de fiekre data....orice zi frumoasa se strica la sfarsit....&lt;br /&gt;nu vreau sa detaliez mai mult pentru k o sa ma umplu grav de nervi.....si asa tremur destul de tare ...la ora asta imi explodeaza capul...dar ma simt bine :X lumea e plina de idioti:X asta e concluzia zilei de azi :X&lt;br /&gt;MUIE DEMOCRATIE !!!&lt;br /&gt;MUIE ROMANIA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419206000940457177-8731025848722493048?l=poftavinemancand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/feeds/8731025848722493048/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2009/04/una-calda-alta-rece.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/8731025848722493048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/8731025848722493048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2009/04/una-calda-alta-rece.html' title='Una calda, alta rece'/><author><name>cretzu_yo307</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02863780526579483619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/SfIOkIJheuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/keZRvl85EPw/s1600-R/ASDs8C248326-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419206000940457177.post-4180290866279673287</id><published>2009-04-29T22:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:09:25.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Metode excelente de a avea o corigenta asigurata (in sensu ca enervezi profu si nu te mai trece :)))</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Bun....&lt;/strong&gt;deci o sa va dau cateva scurte exemple despre cum sa va enervati profesorul in asa hal incat sa va lase corigent...dak aveti putin noroc,chiar sa repetati anul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tot ce va trebuie : 1.un profesor destul ne nebun ca sa se lase usor enervat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.un simtz grotesc al umorului (*atat de grotesc inkt toate glumele sa fie mai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rau decat proaste...*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.un talent innascut de a face nervi unui om&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.niste colegi foarte handicapati care sa comenteze la absolut orice ziceti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*optional,daca nu va descurcati singur cu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. si 3.*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.o pofta sadica de a va face rau propriei persoane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cazul I &lt;/span&gt;: nu treceti pe la scoala vro 3 luni...apoi veniti si va rugati de profesorul la ale carui ore n'ati fost in felul urmator : "VA IMPLOR! DOMN PROFESOR!!! vreau sa trec clasa!!! *:o3* *[-o&lt;* (*va puneti in genunchi in fata lui si continuati*) : fac ORICE! stau in cap...visez trigonometrie...fac flotari q 40 de manuale pe frunte...orice numai sa ma treceti...&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;si vedeti ca profesorul se indreapta spre usa si face un semn bodyguard'ului sa "vina sa ia nebunu din clasa pana nul lasa pe vara" ... asa aveti cel putin o corigenta rezolvata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cazul II &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: (*mentionez de la inceput k metoda a fost testata la ora de engleza, clasa intensiva, grupa I*) stai in clasa...profa deschide o discutie...tu incepi sa comentezi ...profa se uita la tine ...tu taci...si porma intervine punctul 4. de mai sus... dupa ce taci incep sa comenteze ceilalti, profa se supara.se ridica si pe un ton foarte flegmatic si calm spune : Scoate-ti o foaie de hartie si dati test...garantat no sa stii nimic si iei 2 maxim 3 :-j asa k e o foarte buna metoda de a nu trece:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;                              pana acum am dat 2 cazuri din cele pe care le vad zilnic...o sa mai postez asemenea exemple pe masura ce mai intalnesc...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419206000940457177-4180290866279673287?l=poftavinemancand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/feeds/4180290866279673287/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2009/04/metode-excelente-de-avea-o-corigenta.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/4180290866279673287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/4180290866279673287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2009/04/metode-excelente-de-avea-o-corigenta.html' title='Metode excelente de a avea o corigenta asigurata (in sensu ca enervezi profu si nu te mai trece :)))'/><author><name>cretzu_yo307</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02863780526579483619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/SfIOkIJheuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/keZRvl85EPw/s1600-R/ASDs8C248326-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419206000940457177.post-4171336473956733631</id><published>2009-04-29T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T11:49:38.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O zi care a inceput bine...si ATAT</title><content type='html'>Bun...deci s'o spun de la inceput...ziua de azi cica a fost super misto...pana am ajuns aksa...cand incepi cu "te rog frumos:o3/te implor/fac orice/sa nu mai fie o zi pe pamant daca nu..." si termini in 5 minute cu "sa'mi bag pula'n voi coae k snteti cei mai ratati dp planeta.data viitoare dkt sa va mai cer ceva mai bine imi bag vro 5 betze in cur si ma dau cu curu de pamant.e o activitate mult mai culta decat o discutie cu voi". Cam asa a fost si ziua de azi...ce pot sa zic...m-am trezit binedispus....cam chiaun sincer sa fiu dar s'a rezolvat...am iesit la o plimbarica de dimineata...cu ocazia asta m'am vazut si cu bebe...am condus'o politicos la meditatii...am stat cateva minute in compania ei fermecatoare...ma rog...cam mint...ideea e ca m'am intalnit cu ea special ca sa o duc la meditatii...ajung la ea in fata blocului...o astept...apare cu mersul ei majestos...ma saruta suav pe buze...detalii...etc....dam sa traversam strada...suna telefonu (*sami bag pula X( d'aici stiam k ziua o sa mearga bine si o sa se termine prost*)...era tata ...cva gen :" unde esti si de ce fmm n'ai mankt?" raspuns simplu si concis : " ho ba disperatule k ajung aksa in 15 minute" ...n'am prea priceput de ce plm era acasa....probabil k sami scoata mie peri albi...ma rog...ajung acasa...incepe aceeasi discutie si cu aceleasi onomatopee legate de acelash subiect : "DE CE NU MANANCI ?" ...d parca yo in loc de stomac am un bidon de vro 1-200 d kile...ma rog...trecem peste...se face 11 jumate...plec de'acasa...ma vad cu bebe...mergem spre scoala...ne oprim in parc 8-&gt; super misto...n'am ce zice...era genial de frumoasa vremea...soarele (cam singurul) imi mangaia usor chipul...si imi calma toata ura si toti dracii facuti de dimineatza...care urmau sa apara la loc seara :-j ...aveam un tzel/scop : s'ajung sa vorbesc cu dirigasa lu bebe...sa ma bage si pe mine pe felie cu soacramea...sa o convinga sa merg si yo intro tabara q bebe in grecia la vara...bai deci situatia a iesit mult mai geniala decat ar fi putut vrodata sa iasa...vine respectiva doamna pe bicicleta...ma vede...si se repede zambind spre mine :"mai am o camera libera:D" cu un ranjet talamb pe fatza (*m'am abtinut k toti dracii sa nu ma pish p mine de ras =)))))*)&lt;br /&gt;     Ideea era s'o conving pe respectiva doamna sa vorbeasca cu mama andreei sa vin in grecia...zis si facut ...mi'am asigurat locu...toata ziua am fost super fericit...am facut pace cu profa de engleza kre a fost o scarba sapatamana trecuta...a fost ziua super ok...am plecat cu bebe acasa...am stat azi cu ea aproximativ 3 ore...a fost super tare...&lt;br /&gt;    Si pe urma am ajuns aksa :X si am inceput sa ma milogesc de mama....si a inceput show'u ....:X si am ajuns de la o stare de buna dispozitie sa fac cva atipic mie : sami bag pulan tot neamu mortilor si urmasilor mortilor lor X( si ma jur k de juma de ora de cand scriu la post'u asta tremur de nervi si injur in continuare X( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    superba zi de sfarsit de aprilie..glorioasa :&gt; mirifica :X &lt;br /&gt;                                         oficial am cei mai nenorociti parinti ever :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419206000940457177-4171336473956733631?l=poftavinemancand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/feeds/4171336473956733631/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-zi-care-inceput-binesi-atat.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/4171336473956733631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/4171336473956733631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-zi-care-inceput-binesi-atat.html' title='O zi care a inceput bine...si ATAT'/><author><name>cretzu_yo307</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02863780526579483619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/SfIOkIJheuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/keZRvl85EPw/s1600-R/ASDs8C248326-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7419206000940457177.post-526189018641694565</id><published>2009-04-24T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T11:07:50.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asa de inceput...</title><content type='html'>Deci....intr'o seara m'a apucat si pe mine o pocneala la cap....nu stiam cum sa ma descarc,asa ca m'am decis sami fac un blog....in care sa mai spun din cand in cand ce'am pe suflet....adica pana la urma....daca nu pot sa vorbesc cu nimeni...ma descarc in alte feluri....cum ar fi...sa scriu cate ceva despre x, y , q, z , m1,m2, max1,max 2 si alte valori pt algoritmii de calcul ai problemelor matematice....eh...as i use to say..."God has His misterious ways to do things" ...&lt;br /&gt;Deci bun...ca sa zic cate ceva si despre mine...sunt Stefan...nimeni nu mi'a mai zis pe nume din clasa a 5a, toti stiindu-ma de "cretzu" ...asa k ramane la latitudinea voastra cum vreti sa va adresati catre mine...am 15 ani si jumatate...16 in septembrie....stau in colentina,sunt un tip foarte sufletist si imi iubesc enorm prietena...cine ma cunoaste stie bine ce simt fata de ea....cine vrea sa ma cunoasca...o sa afle cat de curand...momenan...sunt in pana de inspiratie...dar va garantez ca in zilele ce vro urma, o sa gasiti destule subiecte foarte interesante de comentat si discutat :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7419206000940457177-526189018641694565?l=poftavinemancand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/feeds/526189018641694565/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2009/04/asa-de-inceput.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/526189018641694565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7419206000940457177/posts/default/526189018641694565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poftavinemancand.blogspot.com/2009/04/asa-de-inceput.html' title='Asa de inceput...'/><author><name>cretzu_yo307</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02863780526579483619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCvAn9jmUMw/SfIOkIJheuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/keZRvl85EPw/s1600-R/ASDs8C248326-02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
