<?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-9080561130714120235</id><updated>2011-12-02T00:30:27.091+02:00</updated><category term='andain'/><category term='eurovision elena gheorghe finala 2009'/><category term='oare'/><category term='dumnezeu'/><category term='fake'/><category term='mihaela radulescu'/><category term='teatru hotelul celor doua lumi teatru dramatic galati'/><category term='nu uita'/><category term='despre lucrurile simple'/><category term='time'/><title type='text'>Dreams are free ..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>183</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-388977065796410483</id><published>2011-05-07T12:39:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T12:51:52.851+03:00</updated><title type='text'>..I've never been here before</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YlirkC21wkk/TcUTWn9RztI/AAAAAAAABLk/vGpjP1Wpl2Y/s1600/gryscitat_144350372_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YlirkC21wkk/TcUTWn9RztI/AAAAAAAABLk/vGpjP1Wpl2Y/s400/gryscitat_144350372_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603906590736502482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ma macina o intrebare : Cand iti dai seama daca intre doi oameni mai este dragoste sau a devenit obisnuinta? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mi-e cam teama sa aflu raspunsul...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FlsBObg-1BQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&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/9080561130714120235-388977065796410483?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/388977065796410483/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=388977065796410483&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/388977065796410483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/388977065796410483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2011/05/ive-never-been-here-before.html' title='..I&apos;ve never been here before'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YlirkC21wkk/TcUTWn9RztI/AAAAAAAABLk/vGpjP1Wpl2Y/s72-c/gryscitat_144350372_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-860803134990996649</id><published>2011-04-10T11:30:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T11:57:34.294+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Certitudini devenite sperante.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ll5_s2387Ls/TaFwxSYnbmI/AAAAAAAABLE/7pe2qM7TM-o/s1600/DSC04968.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ll5_s2387Ls/TaFwxSYnbmI/AAAAAAAABLE/7pe2qM7TM-o/s200/DSC04968.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593876204221853282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fac ce fac si iar ma opresc din scris..Parca mi se blocheaza cuvintele cand pun mainile pe tastatura; am incercat sa imi dau seama de ce, pentru ca inainte daca nu scriam o zi nu ma simteam bine..nu ca nu mi-ar placea ci pur si simplu..cred ca m-am schimbat. &lt;div&gt;Voi realizati cand se produce o schimbare la voi?Acceptati acele schimbari , fie ele benefice sau nu? Eu nu mi-am pus intrebarile astea pana acum putin timp; pentru ca aveam senzatia si siguranta ca :" eu n-o sa ma schimb niciodata " , "voi ramane mereu asa ,indiferent de ce se va intampla", "pe mine nu ma schimba nimeni" ; si uite ca acum nu ma mai recunosc.. Nu spun ca inainte eram perfecta sau ca eram mai buna sau eu stiu..spun ca imi placea mai mult de mine in trecutul nu foarte departat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ce-i drept, noi oamenii suntem intr-o continua schimbare si poate nu suntem constienti de lucrul acesta..dar ajungem sa facem lucruri de care nu ne credeam capabili, ajungem sa calcam pe orgolii si sa sacrificam multe pentru putina iubire, pentru bani, pentru faima sau altele mai mult sau mai putin importante. Dar oare cate merita cu adevarat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s : Am trecut cu bine de prima sesiune din viata mea, sunt integralista si va multumesc de incurajari!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZpDQJnI4OhU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-860803134990996649?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/860803134990996649/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=860803134990996649&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/860803134990996649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/860803134990996649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2011/04/certitudini-devenite-sperante.html' title='Certitudini devenite sperante.'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ll5_s2387Ls/TaFwxSYnbmI/AAAAAAAABLE/7pe2qM7TM-o/s72-c/DSC04968.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-1616494968662586687</id><published>2011-01-23T20:04:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T20:07:22.206+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rehab</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="t"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ceea ce azi  mi se pare adevărat, mâine se dovedeşte o simplă părere. Şi nu mă pot  bizui pe raţionament pentru că dragostea e prea capricioasă ca s-o  cuprinzi în cleştele silogismelor. Ea n-are logica... cel mai cuminte  lucru e să nu mă mai gândesc la nimic, şi... să aştept!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="t"&gt;Mă uit pe  geam şi, în loc să văd peisajul, îmi apare el, multiplicat în mii de  înfăţişări şi culori. Chipul lui izvorăşte mereu şi din fiinţa mea, unde  se află culcuşul amintirilor noastre bune şi rele, şi retrăiesc  fragmentar tot ceea ce a fost şi ceea ce are un farmec inedit, petru că  ştiu că de-acum n-o să mai fie nimic, de-acum începe neantul." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="t"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="t"&gt;Mihail Drumes,&lt;br /&gt;Scrisoare de dragoste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="t"&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/9080561130714120235-1616494968662586687?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/1616494968662586687/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=1616494968662586687&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/1616494968662586687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/1616494968662586687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2011/01/rehab.html' title='Rehab'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-5392562119145797787</id><published>2011-01-21T16:29:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T16:48:21.976+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My mind tells me to give up, but my heart won't let me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/TTmbN9G4eWI/AAAAAAAABK4/HVFQP70SV38/s1600/heart_by_vale707-d36ouso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/TTmbN9G4eWI/AAAAAAAABK4/HVFQP70SV38/s200/heart_by_vale707-d36ouso.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564649478636992866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am spus sa-mi ascult inima pentru ultima data, desi nu merita ascultata..tot ce am facut pana acum a fost sa urmez 'spusele 'ei si nu au ramas decat regrete. Dar, am facut un pact cu mine..Nu as fi putut sa mi-o iert vreodata daca stiam ca nu am facut tot posibilul si imposibilul pentru a mai trage putin de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;timpul nostru&lt;/span&gt;..Mi-am promis ca dupa aceasta ultima "ascultare", voi gandi rational si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;numai&lt;/span&gt; cu creierul.&lt;br /&gt;Inca nu pot spune daca a meritat sau nu sa ma mai umilesc o data, desi am o vaga presimtire ca a fost in zadar..oricat de optimista as fi.&lt;br /&gt;In ultima instanta, dupa parerea mea..trebuie sa ne ascultam inima.Poate fi mai greu pentru cei cu orgoliu, dar cum eu nu cunosc acest cuvant..mi-a fost mai usor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Diferenta dintre noi doi, este ca tu REFUZI sa-ti asculti inima...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DE CE ai face asta cand sentimentul e inca acolo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-5392562119145797787?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/5392562119145797787/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=5392562119145797787&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/5392562119145797787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/5392562119145797787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-mind-tells-me-to-give-up-but-my.html' title='My mind tells me to give up, but my heart won&apos;t let me.'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/TTmbN9G4eWI/AAAAAAAABK4/HVFQP70SV38/s72-c/heart_by_vale707-d36ouso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-4606748615901656537</id><published>2011-01-19T13:12:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T13:29:22.927+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultima dorinta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daca am vrut macar sa cred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;S-aleg dintr-un neant ,o clipa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si o dorinta :sa nu pierd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vapaia ultimei minuni..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daca si-acum se infiripa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aceleasi pure legaturi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Atunci voi lua a mea dorinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;N-am sa te-ntreb daca si tu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si-un fir de sange,el va scrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ce va fi fost a mea sentinta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;12 februarie 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-4606748615901656537?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/4606748615901656537/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=4606748615901656537&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/4606748615901656537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/4606748615901656537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2011/01/ultima-dorinta.html' title='Ultima dorinta'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-215870566969223537</id><published>2011-01-18T02:27:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T03:00:43.559+02:00</updated><title type='text'>M-am oprit intr-o gara cu vise pierdute.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/TTTl2dOSw7I/AAAAAAAABKQ/HcopMko7rAY/s1600/ac4dfb7546170a1b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/TTTl2dOSw7I/AAAAAAAABKQ/HcopMko7rAY/s320/ac4dfb7546170a1b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563324163429680050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;S-a terminat,sau mai bine zis: tu ai terminat ceva demult inceput.&lt;br /&gt;Ma simt de parca mi s-a prabusit intreaga lume..si incerc sa ma agat de ceva, asa ..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ca o speranta&lt;/span&gt;, dar nu gasesc nimic de genul.Ai aruncat ultima carte; n-o sa spun ca ai castigat tu pentru ca ar vorbi rautatea din mine si furia pe care o simt..poate nu a castigat nimeni..eu sigur nu.&lt;br /&gt;Am citit si recitit ultimele tale cuvinte, am vazut durere acolo..dar pentru ca eu sunt cea lasata in urma,refuz sa vad altceva decat propria suferinta pe care o amplific cat pot de mult.&lt;br /&gt;Meritam macar un ramas bun demn de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tot ce am lasat la tine&lt;/span&gt;..Nu m-am gandit ultima data cand te-am imbratisat ca va fi...ultima data. Stiam ca ma voi intoarce acasa, ca deobicei, tu ma vei astepta in gara si...N-are rost sa mai visez.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;Sunt ca un copil intr-o multime,care s-a pierdut de mama sa..si o striga dar pare ca glasul sau nu reuseste sa patrunda dincolo de gigantii din juru-i.Asa ca tot ce stie sa faca, este sa ramana in locul acela..pana mama se va intoarce dupa el;stie ca nu-l va parasi vreodata, dar cu toate astea ,ii apar in minte momente din trecut, cand mama ii canta sau se jucau impreuna si erau atat de fericiti ..si isi pune intrebarea: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;daca nu va mai veni dupa mine&lt;/span&gt;?Si plange si il cuprinde teama..Pana un necunoscut il va intreba :&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;te-ai ratacit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da,eu.M-am ratacit..si ma simt vulnerabila in lumea asta rea si imensa.Si regret..si ma doare.&lt;br /&gt;Si simt durerea din suflet pana in maduva oaselor. Stiu ca ceea ce imi pare acum un capat de lume, mai tarziu poate ca nu va mai insemna nimic..Dar pana vine acel tarziu, eu ce ma fac?&lt;br /&gt;Puteai sa-mi lasi un &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;post scriptum &lt;/span&gt;cu instructiunile acestei lumi..acum,lipsita de tine. Eu incotro sa ma duc acum?&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;Si ce pacat..tu esti cel care s-a ratacit de mine..&lt;br /&gt;Cat am putut sa urasc si sa ma feresc de postura aceasta de "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;broken hearted gir&lt;/span&gt;l"..si uite-ma aici.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mi-ar fi mai simplu sa te urasc, crede-ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-215870566969223537?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/215870566969223537/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=215870566969223537&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/215870566969223537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/215870566969223537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2011/01/m-am-oprit-intr-o-gara-cu-vise-pierdute.html' title='M-am oprit intr-o gara cu vise pierdute.'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/TTTl2dOSw7I/AAAAAAAABKQ/HcopMko7rAY/s72-c/ac4dfb7546170a1b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-6602614669087934285</id><published>2011-01-16T01:39:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T01:58:45.718+02:00</updated><title type='text'>(pre)SESIUNE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/TTIzpEuancI/AAAAAAAABKI/P9Nulhgfpm4/s1600/2a39cea5c3d94ca251b088a676eca3f8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Prima mea sesiune..in niciun caz nu voi sarbatori acest 'eveniment', dar sper sa am motive de sarbatorit dupa. E bine sa ai o activitate permanent, sa-ti ocupi timpul si sa uiti de alte probleme care incearca sa te distraga de la ce ti-ai propus..Ce-i drept e cam stresanta si 'plina' de nopti nedormite, dar avand in vedere ca e pe termen relativ scurt, nu e chiar atat de ingrozitor. Recunosc, imi place mai mult la facultate decat mi-a placut in liceu..desi majoritatea gandesc exact pe dos.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-ar fi placut putin mai mult suport moral in perioada asta..ma face sa fiu mai sigura pe mine, pentru ca mereu am fost slaba si nu am avut incredere in mine si in ceea ce as putea realiza..si cu toate astea, imi urmez visul..Prietena mea( din liceu )si totodata colega de apartament impartaseste aceeasi soarta cu mine,asa ca ne descurcam noi.&lt;br /&gt;Vom vedea ce va fi de acum inainte..mai sunt 3 saptamani si gata(o sa ma duc si acasaaaa)..timpul mereu zboara, minte sa avem! Succes tuturor care sunteti in sesiune, multa concentrare!Ne distram noi dupa !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/TTIzpEuancI/AAAAAAAABKI/P9Nulhgfpm4/s1600/2a39cea5c3d94ca251b088a676eca3f8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/TTIzpEuancI/AAAAAAAABKI/P9Nulhgfpm4/s200/2a39cea5c3d94ca251b088a676eca3f8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562565270492061122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-6602614669087934285?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/6602614669087934285/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=6602614669087934285&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/6602614669087934285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/6602614669087934285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2011/01/presesiune.html' title='(pre)SESIUNE'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/TTIzpEuancI/AAAAAAAABKI/P9Nulhgfpm4/s72-c/2a39cea5c3d94ca251b088a676eca3f8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-4233281317653025728</id><published>2011-01-13T00:26:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T01:58:24.016+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fara "doar","daca" si "poate".Totul sau nimic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/TS4_q-Uz0iI/AAAAAAAABKA/GA2ivMXDYdM/s1600/098275321d95b462028c59f188f718bb-d32qvbe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 239px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561452597366477346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/TS4_q-Uz0iI/AAAAAAAABKA/GA2ivMXDYdM/s320/098275321d95b462028c59f188f718bb-d32qvbe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acum ceva timp m-am oprit din scris, pentru ca il inlocuisem cu ceva mai bun de atat(la vremea aceea). Si acum realizez ca am gresit. Am uitat sa-mi acord &lt;strong&gt;MIE&lt;/strong&gt; timp, am uitat ca orizontul e mai mare decat ochii mei puteau cuprinde si ca imi pot intoarce privirea catre orice alta parte,oricand. Probabil, e doar unul din momentele in care ma simt puternica..si tot probabil, este ca o sa citesc ce scriu acum peste cateva zile si sa numai cred nimic din ce am spus. Dar prinde bine cate o clipa ca asta, in care realizezi ca poti sa fii puternic, sa ai si putina incredere in..in faptul ca dupa furtuna,mereu iese soarele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mi-am propus sa ma gandesc &lt;strong&gt;SI&lt;/strong&gt; la mine..pentru ca intotdeauna am vrut ce-i mai bun pentru cel de langa mine si i-am dat totul si s-a dovedit ca..am ramas, intr-un final, doar eu si atat. Nu uitati de sufletul vostru,indiferent de orice...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;este iar "13"..si nu e banal, ca ultimii 2, nu! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Numai inseamna nimic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2 ani si 3 luni....de?Degeaba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bucura-te tu,eu ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;eu renunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&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/9080561130714120235-4233281317653025728?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/4233281317653025728/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=4233281317653025728&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/4233281317653025728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/4233281317653025728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2011/01/fara-doardaca-si-poatetotul-sau-nimic.html' title='Fara &quot;doar&quot;,&quot;daca&quot; si &quot;poate&quot;.Totul sau nimic.'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/TS4_q-Uz0iI/AAAAAAAABKA/GA2ivMXDYdM/s72-c/098275321d95b462028c59f188f718bb-d32qvbe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-1281414363386573221</id><published>2011-01-07T01:06:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T01:44:06.401+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing lasts forever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/TSZTev8rnAI/AAAAAAAABJ4/usVnBpFi0lU/s1600/Nothing-Lasts-Forever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559222577767619586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/TSZTev8rnAI/AAAAAAAABJ4/usVnBpFi0lU/s320/Nothing-Lasts-Forever.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sa va spun ceva : numai cred in dragoste!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Este posibil sa ma contraziceti sau sa imi spuneti ca ma "auto-contrazic", pentru ca in multe postari am vorbit frumos despre iubire si despre tot ce aduce ea, dar..oamenii se schimba. Am invatat in ultimul timp ca dragostea nu poate invinge distanta, ca nu este rabdatoare si nici sincera. Era mitul acela cum ca :" dragostea dureaza 3 ani"..apoi daca treci de pragul de 3 ani ramai o viata cu respectivul/a. Prostii! Nu poti masura in ani dragostea,sau in orice altceva..este incomensurabila. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si am mai invatat ceva, ce inainte refuzam sa cred cu tarie :intotdeauna intr-o relatie, unul iubeste mai mult..E adevarat. Si atunci cand realizezi ca tu esti cel care face asta, se rupe ceva in tine. Nu e acelasi lucru cu jocul acela copilaresc :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" A: Te Iubesc!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;B:Eu te iubesc mai mult!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A:Ba eu mai mult..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;B:Ba nu, eu! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;etc..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si te trezesti ca derulezi ultimii 2 ani si ceva, si cauti motive, cauti &lt;em&gt;locul&lt;/em&gt; in care s-a produs &lt;em&gt;ruptura&lt;/em&gt; ,poate poate...reusesti sa indrepti ceva..sa mai &lt;em&gt;carpesti&lt;/em&gt;. Degeaba.. Nu poti sa mai repari ceva ce e demult compromis..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E cu atat mai greu, atunci cand in jur ai fotografii,obiecte,scrisori..prea multe&lt;em&gt; dovezi&lt;/em&gt; ca odata,aici, a existat iubirea aceea care parea &lt;em&gt;infinita.&lt;/em&gt; Daca ar fi posibil sa stergi partea aceasta din memorie, ar fi perfect..Dar nu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;S-au dus pe apa sambetei promisiuni,juraminte ce pareau sincere..s-au dus toate..Oare cum poti trai cu povara ca i-ai promis unui om sa-i fii alaturi o viata si sa-l iubesti si dupa ce se termina viata..si acum sa uiti pur si simplu ca vreodata ai pretins macar asa ceva?Cum..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sa-ti incredintezi sufletul si tot ce ai mai bun unui OM, e ca si atunci cand un elefant vrea sa-i incredinteze unei furnici tot ce are..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am atat de multe intrebari lasate fara raspuns,atat de multe regrete si atata dragoste in suflet incat numai sunt eu..N-am facut decat sa-i dau totul..si sa-l iubesc sincer..si daca unui om nu-i ajunge atat,atunci de ce sa mai iubim ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;As da orice sa nu te mai iubesc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-1281414363386573221?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/1281414363386573221/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=1281414363386573221&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/1281414363386573221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/1281414363386573221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2011/01/nothing-lasts-forever.html' title='Nothing lasts forever.'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/TSZTev8rnAI/AAAAAAAABJ4/usVnBpFi0lU/s72-c/Nothing-Lasts-Forever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-8480007920095193562</id><published>2010-12-13T11:50:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T12:19:19.046+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimul 13 al lui 2010.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/TQXyMPLjuDI/AAAAAAAABJs/Py14rJ_yLyM/s1600/DSC04329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550108407851366450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/TQXyMPLjuDI/AAAAAAAABJs/Py14rJ_yLyM/s320/DSC04329.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;La sfarsit de an, de cand ma stiu, devin nostalgica. E posibil sa fie de vina si anotimpul, care te obliga sa stai mai mult in casa si atunci cand vrei sa iesi, trebuie sa o faci neaparat intr-o locatie cu geamuri si usi;nu prea mai merg plimbarile in parc pe gerul asta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor de casa..am aproape o luna de cand nu mi-am vazut fratiorii si parintii; nu m-as fi asteptat sa fie atat de dificil sa fii departe de casa..Dar se apropie vacanta si nu pot sa-mi doresc nimic mai mult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, in decembrie,faceam o retrospectiva a anului, imi adunam gandurile si amintirile , lasam la o parte ce nu a fost bine si faceam loc intamplarilor care mi-au ramas in suflet..voi incerca si acum, macar asa,putin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fost un an ciudat, plin de tensiune pe toate planurile, de emotii si ..reusite. Am pentru ce sa fiu recunoscatoare lui Dumnezeu.Am invatat sa fiu mai responsabila si sa pretuiesc mai mult ceea ce am; am cunoscut oamenii noi,locuri noi..o viata noua si ma obisnuiesc usor usor sa dau piept cu incercarile pe care le aduce ea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt multumita sufleteste si nu-mi pot dori nimic mai mult decat..sa dispara si piatra de pe suflet, nodul din gat..care le am de la inceputul anului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca si anul trecut, va doresc sa nu fiti singuri de sarbatori! Important e pe cine avem langa noi,nu ce punem pe masa..Puneti pret pe lucrurile marunte,conteaza cel mai mult..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-8480007920095193562?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/8480007920095193562/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=8480007920095193562&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/8480007920095193562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/8480007920095193562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2010/12/ultimul-13-al-lui-2010.html' title='Ultimul 13 al lui 2010.'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/TQXyMPLjuDI/AAAAAAAABJs/Py14rJ_yLyM/s72-c/DSC04329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-4204703291186461794</id><published>2010-11-13T01:10:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T01:44:04.053+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa nu (ma) uiti.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/TN3Of7BQSYI/AAAAAAAABJk/uamVgt0Qf2o/s1600/874bb8b6fbda29106469837e9fbd633e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538810164549798274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/TN3Of7BQSYI/AAAAAAAABJk/uamVgt0Qf2o/s320/874bb8b6fbda29106469837e9fbd633e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am sa te rog sa privesti putin inapoi..doar pentru cateva clipe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suficient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Acum,priveste ziua de astazi..dar nu mai mult de cateva secunde,o vei trai mai tarziu,acum doar priveste-o.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Asa..perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si a sosit si momentul sa te uiti inainte..te las sa te uiti cat vrei,minute,ore,zile..pot astepta..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[..]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cum adica, nu poti vedea nimic inainte?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nu stiu cum te-as putea ajuta.;doar..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..priveste din nou inapoi..nu-ti poate lua nimeni clipele alea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dar nu te multumi cu atat..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Ceea ce azi mi se pare adevarat,maine se dovedeste o simpla parere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Si nu ma pot bizui pe rationament pentru ca dragostea e prea capricioasa ca s-o cuprinzi in clestele silogismelor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ea n-are logica..cel mai cuminte lucru e sa nu ma mai gandesc la nimic,si..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;..sa astept!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Mihail Drumes)"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&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/9080561130714120235-4204703291186461794?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/4204703291186461794/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=4204703291186461794&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/4204703291186461794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/4204703291186461794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2010/11/sa-nu-ma-uiti.html' title='Sa nu (ma) uiti.'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/TN3Of7BQSYI/AAAAAAAABJk/uamVgt0Qf2o/s72-c/874bb8b6fbda29106469837e9fbd633e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-8907519485642906897</id><published>2010-11-10T11:38:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T12:08:36.711+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu ce vrei sa ajungi cand vei fi mare ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/TNpvCQvyh6I/AAAAAAAABJc/skGZftP0C7Y/s1600/2001-12-31_dec_gap_tween_rich_and_poor_550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537860776451278754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/TNpvCQvyh6I/AAAAAAAABJc/skGZftP0C7Y/s320/2001-12-31_dec_gap_tween_rich_and_poor_550.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cand eram mai micuta , auzeam mereu oamenii mari vorbind numai despre probleme lor,despre bani..unii vroiau mai multi, altii vroiau doar pentru strictul necesar;altii isi faceau probleme pentru ca nu aveau la ce sa-si asorteze o pereche de pantofi si altii lustruiau aceeasi pereche de incaltaminte ,veche de cativa ani buni..poate,poate o sa arate si ea mai noua. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincera sa fiu, nu-i intelegeam ,la timpul respectiv..pentru ca eu ma simteam cea mai bogata din lume. Aveam jucariile mele, papusile cu ochii scosi si cu mustati desenate cu carioca, ursuletii de plus care ,ce-i drept, erau cam enervanti pentru ca fiind grasi nu puteam sa le cos hainele cum le faceam la papusi,asa ca ii imbracam cu haine de-ale mele. Aveam prietenii mei din fata blocului ,care erau cei mai buni din lume;jucam sotron ,coarda,"sticluta cu otrava","omul negru",ne cataram in copaci ..sau ne credeam super-eroinele din Sailor Moon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Era o lume perfecta..si nu aveam nevoie de bani..poate doar de 500 de lei vechi sa ne cumparam guma Turbo si sa ne lipim tatuajele pe maini si pe picioare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asta insemna sa fii la moda atunci..asta insemna sa fii fericit atunci.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In decursul a cativa ani,nu stiu..poate 7,8..totul s-a intors la 360 de grade. Si ma uit cu dezgust la ce e lumea de astazi. Cand intrebi un copilas ce vrea sa ajunga cand va fi mare, iti raspunde :"Vreau sa am bani multi ca Becalli". Numai vrea niciunul sa ajunga doctor,"sa aibe grija de bunica" sau astronaut sau pompier..Parca au pornit de la o varsta mult prea frageda cu ideile de a fi bogati, de a avea averi si masini si vila..Acum nu putem blama parintii sau familia, ci societatea in care traim. Si nu voi diseca si subiectul acesta pentru ca stiti exact la ce ma refer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asta e sistemul , nu puteam fi toti bogati in lucruri materiale,pentru ca s-ar creea un haos general. Doar ca bogat,poate fi si cel mai sarac om..depinde de perspectiva din care judeci viata..si de ce raspunzi atunci cand te intreaba cineva :"Ce asteptari ai de la viata?"..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raspunsul regulat: "Vreau sa am un serviciu bun care sa ma satisfaca pe plan financiar,poate chiar sa-mi deschid o firma , sa am masina ..si dupa toate astea POATE si o familie."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rahaturi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-8907519485642906897?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/8907519485642906897/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=8907519485642906897&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/8907519485642906897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/8907519485642906897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2010/11/tu-ce-vrei-sa-ajungi-cand-vei-fi-mare.html' title='Tu ce vrei sa ajungi cand vei fi mare ?'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/TNpvCQvyh6I/AAAAAAAABJc/skGZftP0C7Y/s72-c/2001-12-31_dec_gap_tween_rich_and_poor_550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-1330192205289984242</id><published>2010-09-09T13:33:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T13:56:06.232+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Spera.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/TIi8FCzY7qI/AAAAAAAABJU/GwLadgQJ0TA/s1600/Hope_For_by_xxPaperflowersxx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/TIi8FCzY7qI/AAAAAAAABJU/GwLadgQJ0TA/s320/Hope_For_by_xxPaperflowersxx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514864538552954530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunt anumite momente..cand inca mai crezi intr-un lucru doar pentru ca exista speranta.&lt;br /&gt;Si uite asa te agati de speranta asta si mergi inainte ..si incerci sa nu pui la suflet celelalte zeci de motive pentru care nu ar trebui sa mai crezi si sa renunti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;" I've heard that it's possible to grow up - I've just never met anyone  who's actually done it.&lt;br /&gt; Without parents to defy, we break the rules we  make for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;We throw tantrums when things don't go our way, we  whisper secrets with our best friends in the dark, we look for comfort  where we can find it, and we hope - against all logic, against all  experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Like children, we never give up hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;."(Grey's Anatomy) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-1330192205289984242?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/1330192205289984242/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=1330192205289984242&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/1330192205289984242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/1330192205289984242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2010/09/spera.html' title='Spera.'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/TIi8FCzY7qI/AAAAAAAABJU/GwLadgQJ0TA/s72-c/Hope_For_by_xxPaperflowersxx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-1199454985343996423</id><published>2010-07-30T01:34:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T01:54:10.144+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Spune-o-ncet, n-o spune tare..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/TFICKvV_RMI/AAAAAAAABJE/fWcnGxIYmv0/s1600/Picture+174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/TFICKvV_RMI/AAAAAAAABJE/fWcnGxIYmv0/s320/Picture+174.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499460478503437506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mi-am spus : cu ce folos sa-ti incredintezi sufletul unui om daca acel om nu-si are propriul suflet aproape ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mi-am raspuns : cu ce folos sa nu-ti incredintezi sufletul nimanui? pana la urma, tu singura nu ai ce face cu el..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zambesc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Privesc in dreapta sau in stanga..vad oameni zambind catre mine cu un cutit in mana..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Privesc in spatele meu si aud ecourile greselilor din trecut..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Privesc inainte si ..e gol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nu voi privi in jos..o sa-mi vad talpile sangerand..am alergat mereu dupa ce nu trebuia..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dar privesc in sus...zambesc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mi-am mai raspuns o data : Pana la urma sufletele se atrag si se resping ca doi magneti. Orbi sunt doar ochii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Nu-ţi îmbogăţeşti sufletul cu adevăruri mărunte:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; cine şi-ar face avere adunând praful de aur împrăştiat pe faţa pământului?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/9080561130714120235-1199454985343996423?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/1199454985343996423/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=1199454985343996423&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/1199454985343996423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/1199454985343996423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2010/07/spune-o-ncet-n-o-spune-tare.html' title='Spune-o-ncet, n-o spune tare..'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/TFICKvV_RMI/AAAAAAAABJE/fWcnGxIYmv0/s72-c/Picture+174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-3810094274306024899</id><published>2010-07-09T17:39:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T17:52:25.717+03:00</updated><title type='text'>oare..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/TDc00Da9efI/AAAAAAAABI8/i-axYHoXd6I/s1600/Leo(1111).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/TDc00Da9efI/AAAAAAAABI8/i-axYHoXd6I/s320/Leo(1111).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491916339477838322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; May you never steal, lie, or cheat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But if you must steal, then steal away my sorrows..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and if you must lie, lie with me all the nights of my life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and if you must cheat, then please cheat death because I couldn't live a day without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Leap Year ,movie, 2010)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-3810094274306024899?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/3810094274306024899/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=3810094274306024899&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/3810094274306024899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/3810094274306024899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2010/07/oare.html' title='oare..?'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/TDc00Da9efI/AAAAAAAABI8/i-axYHoXd6I/s72-c/Leo(1111).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-9201715433962034466</id><published>2010-06-11T12:31:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T12:49:11.159+03:00</updated><title type='text'>XII-B,PROMOTIA 2006-2010,CNMK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/TBIGgCG4H2I/AAAAAAAABI0/p-Kqg4wujgA/s1600/124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/TBIGgCG4H2I/AAAAAAAABI0/p-Kqg4wujgA/s320/124.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481450843854610274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/TBIGfkX0kTI/AAAAAAAABIs/ZctjGK6pTlA/s1600/75.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/TBIGfkX0kTI/AAAAAAAABIs/ZctjGK6pTlA/s320/75.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481450835872616754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/TBIGferGxtI/AAAAAAAABIk/1mVbFNO6Sf8/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/TBIGferGxtI/AAAAAAAABIk/1mVbFNO6Sf8/s320/7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481450834342889170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se spune ca..un sfarsit reprezinta de fapt un nou &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;inceput.Probabil,aceste cuvinte au fost rostite de un optimist ca &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sa aplaneze regretul unei despartiri..sau sa faca timpul sa piarda &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;teren si sa nu-i mai ceara nimeni socoteala pentru avantul pe care &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;l-a luat ,depasindu-ne..fara sa ne astepte sau macar sa se &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;opreasca,sa-l putem ajunge din urma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dar,in pofida vitezei lui..te opresti si privesti totusi in urma..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se incheie cea mai frumoasa parte din viata ta,cea mai inocenta si &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lipsita de griji..si ai senzatia ca a fost prea putin..si nu vrei &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sa privesti inainte,pentru ca numai exista nimic cert..doar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dorinte,sperante..prea multe vise..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pe mine nu m-a intrebat nimeni daca vreau sa se termine..pe tine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ma gandesc..nu ar fi trebuit sa semnam undeva sa ne dam acordul &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pentru asta?Cine si-a permis sa ia o decizie in locul meu fara ca &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;macar sa-i pese de ce simt?Da..cred ca a semnat altcineva in locul &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;meu..si al tau..si al tuturor..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nu cred ca ma simt pregatita sa dau piept cu viata..sunt inca un &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;copil..chiar daca un copil mare,mai matur si mai responsabil fata &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de acum 4 ani..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nu cred ca sunt pregatita sa cunosc alti oameni..sa fiu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;serioasa,mai putin copilaroasa ..sa o iau de la capat practic..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nu pot decat sa ma obisnuiesc cu nodul din gat,cu teama din &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;suflet..sa zambesc,pentru ca lucrurile se intampla in asa fel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;incat sa le putem pastra intr-o amintire..si toate astea ,mai &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tarziu..vor trezi nostalgia anilor de liceu..nu vor mai lacrima &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ochii,dar vor visa..la ce am avut si am trait..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A fost un drum greu..dar daca era usor,n-am fi putut sa ne &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pregatim sa trecem treapta adolescentei..sa devenim oameni..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-9201715433962034466?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/9201715433962034466/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=9201715433962034466&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/9201715433962034466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/9201715433962034466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2010/06/xii-bpromotia-2006-2010cnmk.html' title='XII-B,PROMOTIA 2006-2010,CNMK'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/TBIGgCG4H2I/AAAAAAAABI0/p-Kqg4wujgA/s72-c/124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-5022845278424708992</id><published>2010-01-25T18:44:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T18:54:52.534+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Daca vrei sa intelegi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/S13Mzw3o1HI/AAAAAAAABIY/Yj5FW5atEz8/s1600-h/moonandstar01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/S13Mzw3o1HI/AAAAAAAABIY/Yj5FW5atEz8/s320/moonandstar01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430721915342345330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="white-space: normal;" width="100%" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="30"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(118, 98, 137);font-family:times new roman,new york,times,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;   &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Daca vrei sa intelegi ce inseamna un an de viata, pune intrebarea unui student care a picat la examenul de sfarsit de an.O luna de viata: vorbeste-i despre ea unei mame care a adus pe lume un copil prematur si-l asteapta sa iasa din incubator ca sa-si stranga pruncul in brate,teafar si nevatamat.O saptamana :intreaba-l pe un barbat care lucreaza intr-o uzina sau o mina ca sa-si hraneasca familia.O zi :intreaba-i pe doi indragostiti lulea care asteapta sa se reintalneasca. O ora: intreba-l pe un claustrofob prins intr-un ascensor in pana.O secunda: uita-te la expresia unui om care tocmai a scapat dintr-un accident de masina; si o miime de secunda:intreaba-l pe un atlet care a castigat medalia de argint la Jocurile Olimpice si nu medalia de aur pentru care se antrenase toata viata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Viata este magica. Sa profitam de toate secundele ce ne raman&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Marc Levy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-5022845278424708992?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/5022845278424708992/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=5022845278424708992&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/5022845278424708992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/5022845278424708992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2010/01/daca-vrei-sa-intelegi.html' title='Daca vrei sa intelegi.'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/S13Mzw3o1HI/AAAAAAAABIY/Yj5FW5atEz8/s72-c/moonandstar01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-8118754264561858925</id><published>2010-01-18T15:55:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T16:29:19.919+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Carti : Si daca e adevarat... , Marc Levy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/S1Rr957LmqI/AAAAAAAABIQ/0XCzPuI4jfU/s1600-h/20070214111324daca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/S1Rr957LmqI/AAAAAAAABIQ/0XCzPuI4jfU/s320/20070214111324daca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428082162153527970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probabil mare parte dintre voi ati vizionat filmul "Just Like Heaven"(Reese Witherspoon si Marc Ruffalo in rolurile principale). Ce legatura are asta cu titlul postarii?&lt;br /&gt; Pai cand Steven Spielberg a cumparat cu 2 milioane de dolari  dreptul de a ecraniza cartea s-a creat si legatura. Insa, atunci cand citesti povestea minunata care ia nastere..are mult mai mult farmec decat atunci cand privesti filmul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate unora dintre voi nu v-ar placea datorita subiectului, oarecum iesit din sfera normalitatii..insa nu face parte din povestile clasice de dragoste cu care ne-am obisnuit..deja devenite banale.&lt;br /&gt;Am inteles din aceasta carte, ca dragostea trece de barierele vietii ca poate invinge si moartea uneori; ca pentru persoana iubita esti capabil de orice, chiar sa-ti risti propria libertate..si ca nu trebuie niciodata sa ne lasam batuti, pentru ca viata e cea mai mare avere .&lt;br /&gt;Am citit-o foarte repede , nici nu realizezi pentru ca suspansul este mare si iti doresti sa vezi ce urmeaza. Umorul ironic este la el acasa in aceasta carte  si e numai buna de citit intr-o dup-amiaza de weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu v-am convins? Cititi mai departe :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Sa identifici fericirea cand se afla la picioarele tale,sa ai curajul si hotararea de a te apleca pentru a o lua in brate..si a o pastra .Asta-i inteligenta inimii. Inteligenta singura, fara aceea a inimii este doar simpla logica si nu e mare lucru de ea.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nimeni nu este proprietarul fericirii&lt;/span&gt;,uneori ai norocul sa ai un contract de inchiriere si sa fii locatarul ei.Trebuie sa-i platesti foarte regulat chiria altfel esti evacuat foarte repede."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In lungul periplu ce te asteapta ,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sa nu-ti pierzi niciodata sufletul de copil&lt;/span&gt;, sa nu-ti uiti niciodata visele, ele iti vor fi motorul existentei,vor alcatui gustul si mirosul diminetilor tale. Curand vei cunoaste o alta forma de iubire decat aceea pe care mi-o porti mie(mama).Cand va veni ziua aceea,impartaseste-o cu aceea care te va iubi;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;visele traite in doi alcatuiesc cele mai frumoase amintiri.&lt;/span&gt; Singuratatea este o gradina in care sufletul se usuca,florile care cresc in ea n-au parfum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iubirea are un gust minunat,aminteste-ti ca pentru ca sa primesti,trebuie sa dai;Aminteste-ti ca pentru ca sa poti iubi trebuie sa fii tu insuti.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/MiniGirl/7564071c26df85.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/MiniGirl/7564071c26df85.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katie Melua - Just Like Heaven&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-8118754264561858925?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/8118754264561858925/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=8118754264561858925&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/8118754264561858925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/8118754264561858925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2010/01/carti-si-daca-e-adevarat-marc-levy.html' title='Carti : Si daca e adevarat... , Marc Levy'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/S1Rr957LmqI/AAAAAAAABIQ/0XCzPuI4jfU/s72-c/20070214111324daca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-8429355313526012668</id><published>2010-01-08T20:22:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T20:42:49.124+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Filme : The Invention of Lying 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/S0d4cIP-KRI/AAAAAAAABII/TbfrIwYheK8/s1600-h/the_invention_of_lying01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/S0d4cIP-KRI/AAAAAAAABII/TbfrIwYheK8/s320/the_invention_of_lying01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424436700837194002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu cum as putea sa va conving sa va uitati la acest film pentru ca nu e tocmai formidabil..e chiar prost pe alocuri.Acum nu stiu sa va explic exact de ce..pentru ca ideea filmului este absolut geniala; si eu apreciez foarte mult ideea unui film la fel de mult ca si multi dintre voi.&lt;br /&gt;Imaginati-va o lume in care toata lumea spune adevarul, spune exact ceea ce gandeste fara resentimente ,fara retineri..scurt si la obiect(sau nu tocmai scurt). Normal, e minunat sa spunem adevarul gol golut..dar uneori e dramatic si nu stii unde va duce o vorba sincera.&lt;br /&gt;E suficient sa vizionati 10 minute din film ca sa va doriti sa vedeti mai mult. Fetelor ignorati actorul din rolul principal..nu e tocmai un Wentworth Miller la fizic , dar joaca bine.&lt;br /&gt;De ce am ales sa vad filmul?Nu stiu. Poate pentru ca am o slabiciune pentru felul in care joaca Jennifer Garner(poate ati vazut 13 going on 30 sau Ghosts of Girlfriends Past) si..pentru ca m-a atras titlul.&lt;br /&gt;Vizionare placuta!Merita intr-un fel sau altul.Astept opinii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0821640/" onclick="(new Image()).src='/rg/filmo/title-title/images/b.gif'"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-8429355313526012668?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/8429355313526012668/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=8429355313526012668&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/8429355313526012668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/8429355313526012668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2010/01/filme-invention-of-lying-2009.html' title='Filme : The Invention of Lying 2009'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/S0d4cIP-KRI/AAAAAAAABII/TbfrIwYheK8/s72-c/the_invention_of_lying01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-7740766867193775191</id><published>2010-01-04T18:20:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T18:36:01.868+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Defecte.Aveti curaj sa recunoasteti?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/S0IYunNlgEI/AAAAAAAABIA/yF_PrGo8Tuk/s1600-h/Sugar_by_hoschie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/S0IYunNlgEI/AAAAAAAABIA/yF_PrGo8Tuk/s320/Sugar_by_hoschie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422924090386513986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uneori tind sa fiu egoista, si abia dupa ce se intampla realizez..cateodata imi pare rau, dar nu de fiecare data.&lt;br /&gt;Daca ma enervez foarte tare pot fi violenta fizic.&lt;br /&gt;Tip cand vorbesc.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt recalcitranta 70% din timp( cu tot cu cel in care dorm).&lt;br /&gt;Plang mult si uneori nici eu nu stiu de ce.(dar e bine dupa)&lt;br /&gt;Critic TOT!Critic oameni, caini, copaci,pietre,..da tot.Pacat ca uneori nu observ ca ce critic la altii as putea critica si la mine.&lt;br /&gt;Am idei atat de fixe incat, chiar daca vine cineva cu o propunere buna,noua..nu admit!Pentru ca sunt batuta in cap si incapatanata!&lt;br /&gt;Ma inrosesc la secunda 2.(ah cat urasc lucrul asta!)&lt;br /&gt;Am o parerea proasta la superlativ despre mine..si asta dauneaza increderii in sine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Sii..ma atasez repede de oameni.Stiti ce greseala fatala poate fi uneori?&lt;br /&gt;etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca nu am avea defecte, n-am fi oameni.&lt;br /&gt;Daca nu le-am recunoaste am fi ipocriti.&lt;br /&gt;Daca am putea sa le enumeram pe toate am fi mincinosi.&lt;br /&gt;Pun pariu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-7740766867193775191?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/7740766867193775191/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=7740766867193775191&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/7740766867193775191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/7740766867193775191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2010/01/defecteaveti-curaj-sa-recunoasteti.html' title='Defecte.Aveti curaj sa recunoasteti?'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/S0IYunNlgEI/AAAAAAAABIA/yF_PrGo8Tuk/s72-c/Sugar_by_hoschie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-5122976589858135865</id><published>2010-01-01T14:00:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T14:24:02.336+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's make a new start.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fie ca noul an sa insemne un nou inceput pentru fiecare, sa uitam ce nu a mers bine in ultimul an si sa speram numai la lucruri frumoase, sanatate , noroc si ..fiecare cu propriile dorinte.&lt;br /&gt;Doamne ajuta..si La multi ani !&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sz3mz1Ojr2I/AAAAAAAABH4/4fVhZeUexPI/s1600-h/Happy_New_year_ii_by_elkina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sz3mz1Ojr2I/AAAAAAAABH4/4fVhZeUexPI/s320/Happy_New_year_ii_by_elkina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421743304559800162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/vlad0007/ea94f96418606e.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/vlad0007/ea94f96418606e.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take That - The greatest day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/fl00ry/ca02d5bbaab817.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/fl00ry/ca02d5bbaab817.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coldplay - Viva La Vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-5122976589858135865?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/5122976589858135865/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=5122976589858135865&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/5122976589858135865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/5122976589858135865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2010/01/lets-make-new-start.html' title='Let&apos;s make a new start.'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sz3mz1Ojr2I/AAAAAAAABH4/4fVhZeUexPI/s72-c/Happy_New_year_ii_by_elkina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-4020992869722587458</id><published>2009-12-29T21:19:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T21:27:33.782+02:00</updated><title type='text'>1 si ceva si etc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SzpWiz6ZsBI/AAAAAAAABHo/KuoA8Avv4QA/s1600-h/SDC10234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SzpWiz6ZsBI/AAAAAAAABHo/KuoA8Avv4QA/s400/SDC10234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420740257544515602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="t"&gt;"De-acum pentru ea totul e degeaba, dar în dragoste nu-i nimic degeaba, dragostea ţine loc de orice prin ea însăşi.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-4020992869722587458?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/4020992869722587458/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=4020992869722587458&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/4020992869722587458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/4020992869722587458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/12/1-si-ceva-si-etc.html' title='1 si ceva si etc.'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SzpWiz6ZsBI/AAAAAAAABHo/KuoA8Avv4QA/s72-c/SDC10234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-8891843567986791202</id><published>2009-12-27T00:29:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T01:04:13.747+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"O floare albastra sa-ti aminteasca.."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SzaV6JzLw6I/AAAAAAAABHg/2eoCsAwW5YA/s1600-h/543753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SzaV6JzLw6I/AAAAAAAABHg/2eoCsAwW5YA/s320/543753.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419684027882521506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In viata ..e foarte simplu sa vezi lucrurile din punctul tau de vedere..pentru ca ai senzatia ca intotdeauna ai si dreptate.Mai greu e sa ne punem in locul celorlalti..sa privim din alta perspectiva..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sincera sa fiu..nu stiu daca am reusit de multe ori sa fac asta, probabil as putea sa numar situatiile pe degetele de la o mana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mi se intampla des sa..pun piciorul pe trecerea de pietoni si in urmatoarea secunda sa se faca semaforul rosu si sa ma opresc si sa fiu nevoita sa ratez autobuzul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Saaau..sa-mi cumpar un lucru putin mai scump, din banuti pe care m-am chinuit sa-i strang..pentru ca peste 1 zi sa intru in acelasi magazin sa vad lucrul acela la reduceri de 50%.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Si va mai pot insira si altele,dar nu e cazul..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sunt lucruri..pe care le ratam intr-un mod stupid.. si nu avem cum sa mai recuperam sau sa reparam ceva. Exemplele de mai sus sunt despre lucruri ,poate materiale sau..nu stiu, fara o importanta majora.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nu e mereu vorba de faptul ca pierdem bani, autobuze, chei, acte..astea le putem recupera. Uitam imediat dupa ce le recuperam, ca le-am pierdut vreodata..ce importanta mai are, nu?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;DAR DE CE E VORBA DE FAPT?CE NU MERITA SA PIERDEM?&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu una,caut in suflet raspunsul..si stiu ce NU AM VOIE SA PIERD.&lt;br /&gt;credinta,dragostea,increderea, pofta de viata pe care am avut-o dintotdeauna..si tot ce are legatura cu cele de mai sus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;vreau sa va spun ca..e cel mai trist lucru, sa simti in zilele de Craciun, chiar si pentru o secunda,ca nu ai alaturi pe toti care ar fi trebuit...nu mai conteaza,probabil este vina mea..Dumnezeu stie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sunt fericita cu ce mi-a mai ramas..pt ca daca nu as fi, nu as merita nici ce mi-a mai ramas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-8891843567986791202?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/8891843567986791202/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=8891843567986791202&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/8891843567986791202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/8891843567986791202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-floare-albastra-sa-ti-aminteasca.html' title='&quot;O floare albastra sa-ti aminteasca..&quot;'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SzaV6JzLw6I/AAAAAAAABHg/2eoCsAwW5YA/s72-c/543753.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-140431830371817999</id><published>2009-12-25T17:44:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T17:50:38.603+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SzTevEabIHI/AAAAAAAABHY/TNcYjk_0_Nc/s1600-h/2ab3850a8a48fb1b6be81194eeb24257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SzTevEabIHI/AAAAAAAABHY/TNcYjk_0_Nc/s320/2ab3850a8a48fb1b6be81194eeb24257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419201151853338738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Va doresc doar sa nu fiti singuri de sarbatori..pentru ca in felul acesta vor fi si fericite si imbelsugate si exact cum va doriti..&lt;br /&gt;Tineti-va aproape familia, prietenii..si pe toti cei dragi.Restul vine de la sine..&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;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Holding on to anger, resentment and hurt only gives you tense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;muscles,&lt;br /&gt;a headache and a sore jaw from clenching your teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1261755774_3" &gt;Forgiveness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; gives you back the laughter and the lightness in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;your life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1261755774_4" &gt;Joan Lunden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-140431830371817999?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/140431830371817999/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=140431830371817999&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/140431830371817999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/140431830371817999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/12/va-doresc-doar-sa-nu-fiti-singuri-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SzTevEabIHI/AAAAAAAABHY/TNcYjk_0_Nc/s72-c/2ab3850a8a48fb1b6be81194eeb24257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-1336811163983041860</id><published>2009-12-06T20:00:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T20:12:19.673+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;" &gt;Credeti in minuni..?Ati avut parte de o minune pana acum?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sxvz2fYlCGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/3zzqcdToTTE/s1600-h/1171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sxvz2fYlCGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/3zzqcdToTTE/s400/1171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412187494678857826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;" &gt;Eu cred..si am parte de minuni in fiecare zi, desi nu se pot observa mereu cu """"" ochiul liber"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-1336811163983041860?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/1336811163983041860/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=1336811163983041860&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/1336811163983041860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/1336811163983041860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/12/credeti-in-minuni.html' title=''/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sxvz2fYlCGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/3zzqcdToTTE/s72-c/1171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-1875541531543872410</id><published>2009-11-21T13:41:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T15:23:24.132+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dictionar de oameni.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SwfWprGAzUI/AAAAAAAABHA/RMKzacWMiF0/s1600/Enjoying_the_rain_by_Dynnnad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SwfWprGAzUI/AAAAAAAABHA/RMKzacWMiF0/s320/Enjoying_the_rain_by_Dynnnad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406525889112493378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Una din partile  cele mai dubioasa la oameni este ca..ai senzatia ca-i cunosti dintr-o privire.Esti foarte sigur pe tine ca aparentele nu te inseala si poti sa concepi din prima clipa un portret robot al interiorului , al sufletului, fara ca acestia sa scoata o vorba..apoi va salutati cu gandul ca poate va mai intalniti sau nu..ajungi acasa si fara sa-ti dai seama, te gandesti..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;avea o voce calda- probabil e un om bun..&lt;br /&gt;era foarte serios-inseamna ca e sceptic si rece..detasat.&lt;br /&gt;privirea-i era foarte patrunzatoare-oare testa slabiciunea celuilalt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si uite asa cu probabilitati de genul, presupuneri fara fundament ne facem chiar si prieteni..sau cel putin ajungem sa avem anumite activitati cu oamenii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si de aici..ori banuielile de la prima intalnire iti sunt confirmate, ori ramai stupefiat de faptul ca te-ai inselat in totalitate si persoana nu e asa cum ai crezut-o..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mi-as fi dorit sa existe un dictionar de oameni..ca inainte sa cunosc pe cineva sa aflu macar strictul necesar despre caracterul acestuia, fara sa cad in plasa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sa nu fii nevoit sa te prefaci ca totul e bine si frumos ca esti de acord cu felul unora de a fi..asa, daca ai afla dinainte ai sti sa te indepartezi din prima sau sa te apropii mai mult..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;E ciudat cum pe unii parca ii stii de o viata, si cu toate astea ..tot ramai perplex  cateodata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Si totusi..dictionarul ala..ar trebui reeditat cred ca la fiecare minut, la cum se schimba unii oameni...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Neah.Nu merge nici asa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Prospekt/cb0ad9a4fd1c1b.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Prospekt/cb0ad9a4fd1c1b.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;David Guetta - One Love ft. Estelle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone to rely on that's what everybody needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-1875541531543872410?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/1875541531543872410/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=1875541531543872410&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/1875541531543872410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/1875541531543872410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/11/dictionar-de-oameni.html' title='Dictionar de oameni.'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SwfWprGAzUI/AAAAAAAABHA/RMKzacWMiF0/s72-c/Enjoying_the_rain_by_Dynnnad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-4764907444595682115</id><published>2009-11-09T21:55:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T22:08:57.710+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cu fiecare frunza tarata de vant..inca o parte din suflet..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Svh206kLPZI/AAAAAAAABG4/6e_BSA1r_vo/s1600-h/Letting_Go_by_pinkparis1233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Svh206kLPZI/AAAAAAAABG4/6e_BSA1r_vo/s320/Letting_Go_by_pinkparis1233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402198404477173138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Se spune ca vremea-i frumoasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Atunci cand in suflet e soare..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se spune ca ploaia-i mai rece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Atunci cand in suflet te doare..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Se spune ca vantul nu bate deloc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cand iubesti…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Doar frunzele toate se misca&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa stii ca-mi lipsesti.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sistem-balada)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Uuoana/6baaa7004252fa.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Uuoana/6baaa7004252fa.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DESCANTOTECA - pian&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&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/9080561130714120235-4764907444595682115?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/4764907444595682115/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=4764907444595682115&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/4764907444595682115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/4764907444595682115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/11/cu-fiecare-frunza-tarata-de-vantinca-o.html' title='Cu fiecare frunza tarata de vant..inca o parte din suflet..'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Svh206kLPZI/AAAAAAAABG4/6e_BSA1r_vo/s72-c/Letting_Go_by_pinkparis1233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-7322840011267356376</id><published>2009-11-02T18:20:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:24:35.854+02:00</updated><title type='text'>20 noiembrie : Hotelul celor doua lumi( Teatrul Dramatic)</title><content type='html'>Vroiam sa va anunt si eu in orice caz( pe cei din Galati), pt ca am vazut destul de multi doritori.Eu voi merge cu siguranta, desi o vad  a3a oara.&lt;br /&gt;Vineri 20.11,ora 19.00&lt;br /&gt;Bilete: 8.5 lei sau 8.7 nu mai stiu exact -elevi(sa aveti carnetul la voi neaparat)iar la adulti, dublu parca.&lt;br /&gt;Ne vedem la teatru!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-7322840011267356376?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/7322840011267356376/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=7322840011267356376&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/7322840011267356376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/7322840011267356376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/11/20-noiembrie-hotelul-celor-doua-lumi.html' title='20 noiembrie : Hotelul celor doua lumi( Teatrul Dramatic)'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-1821639852056447778</id><published>2009-10-31T16:07:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T16:32:44.700+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Poate poate..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SuxIKzvfXLI/AAAAAAAABGg/o8oukE1Wfug/s1600-h/where_did_you_go__by_pippimuckel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SuxIKzvfXLI/AAAAAAAABGg/o8oukE1Wfug/s320/where_did_you_go__by_pippimuckel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398769403835669682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sunteti tu si ea;va tineti de mana.&lt;br /&gt;Intre voi e desenata o&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; linie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Cand celalalt nu este atent..fiecare sterge linia si o aduce mai aproape de el. Astfel, intotdeauna e mai lung drumul spre celalalt..incat,la un moment-dat nici macar nu va mai puteti atinge varful degetelor..si va intrebati, cum s-a putut asta?&lt;br /&gt;Va ganditi fiecare in sinea lui,de cate ori ati sters acea linie si ati adus-o mai aproape de voi..si calculul e bruiat.Ceva nu e bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu e bine deloc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Si o lasi la fel de singura pe cat era inainte sa te cunoasca, cu toate ca acum te are..cu sufletul si trupul.In zadar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am alone at  the crossroads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not  at home in my own home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I've tried and tried to say what's on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You should have known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Wanna0704/ab941cfe85bd15.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Wanna0704/ab941cfe85bd15.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.:: Beyonce-Listen ::.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="t"&gt;"Iubirea e nesaţioasă, de un egoism sălbatic, vrea să-i sacrifici tot fără să-i ceri nimic în shimb, mulţumindu-te doar cu ceea ce-ţi oferă.&lt;br /&gt; Eu am vrut totul de la tine pentru că-ţi dădusem totul şi oricum ceva mai bun decât mine nu puteam eu să-ţi dau.&lt;br /&gt;De aici a pornit greşeala, de la acest schimb în aparenţă just.&lt;br /&gt; Dar ce experienţă aveam eu, de unde să ştiu eu că iubirea dintre două fiinţe nu e niciodată egală, că balanţa atârnă când într-o parte, când într-alta, după variabile de care foarte greu ne dăm seama. În cazul nostru balanţa atârna în favoara ta.&lt;br /&gt; Lanţurile cu care mă încătuşai erau mult mai puternice decât ale mele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(Mihail Drumes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-1821639852056447778?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/1821639852056447778/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=1821639852056447778&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/1821639852056447778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/1821639852056447778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/10/poate-poate.html' title='Poate poate..'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SuxIKzvfXLI/AAAAAAAABGg/o8oukE1Wfug/s72-c/where_did_you_go__by_pippimuckel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-7200202607729434242</id><published>2009-10-26T23:28:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T23:48:03.547+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitudine..- "prinde-ma de mana".</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SuYX9g-EffI/AAAAAAAABGI/vS1-EB3yFFo/s1600-h/Solitude_by_mistlel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SuYX9g-EffI/AAAAAAAABGI/vS1-EB3yFFo/s320/Solitude_by_mistlel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397027549039853042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Existe doua universuri diferite: al tau..si al tuturor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pot existe multe in comun intre cele doua:lucruri perisabile..ganduri, trairi, principii, moarte..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Doar ca..daca acestea doua nu alcatuiesc un tot, universul tau va fi stingher..rupt de realitate,fara viitor..pentru ca oricat ai vrea, nu poti sa nu depinzi de alt(e) suflet(e).&lt;br /&gt;Oricat de mult ti-ai dori sa fii tu si lumea ta..nu este posibil.&lt;br /&gt;Poate in unele momente, e bine sa fie asa; dar de cele mai multe ori..alergi singur dupa un cuvant..o atingere..un chip uman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cand te simti singur..ridica ochii spre cer. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand vrei sa fii singur, prinde-ma de mana..vom fi unul singur;iar tu, niciodata singur..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/hila/f99daed60ea5b2.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/hila/f99daed60ea5b2.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yann tiersen -la valse d&amp;#039;amelie (orchestra)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-7200202607729434242?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/7200202607729434242/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=7200202607729434242&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/7200202607729434242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/7200202607729434242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/10/solitudine-prinde-ma-de-mana.html' title='Solitudine..- &quot;prinde-ma de mana&quot;.'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SuYX9g-EffI/AAAAAAAABGI/vS1-EB3yFFo/s72-c/Solitude_by_mistlel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-2571924706712257889</id><published>2009-10-24T22:20:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T22:49:39.538+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teatru hotelul celor doua lumi teatru dramatic galati'/><title type='text'>Teatru:Hotelul celor doua lumi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SuNZY8aRtxI/AAAAAAAABFg/VHCtdPQLH40/s1600-h/image.php.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SuNZY8aRtxI/AAAAAAAABFg/VHCtdPQLH40/s320/image.php.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396255063588058898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;In seara aceasta am vazut pentru a2a oara piesa si m-a impresionat de 2 ori mai mult ca prima data..pentru mine depaseste orice alta reprezentatie de teatru sau film vizionat pana acum..&lt;br /&gt;Acest hotel prins intre cele doua lumi..lumea noastra si cea care depaseste tot ce tine de uman, gazduieste povesti ale unor oameni care au ramas prinsi intre viata si moarte;&lt;br /&gt;mai precis:coma.&lt;br /&gt;Acest ragaz..ultimatum adus de moarte..ii face pe acestia sa constientizeze unele greseli comise de-a lungul vietii; unii reusesc sa le repare..altii nu prea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"Ce e moartea? Cel mai rău răspuns la această întrebare e un răspuns"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unii dintre ei reusesc chiar sa descopere dragostea..acolo intre viata si moarte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"Acolo jos, oamenii nu iubesc, ei doar investesc"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dupa ce stau un timp in hotel..ascensorul ii va duce catre o singura cale : jos inapoi pe pamant, sau sus, spre moarte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stiau sigur ca dragostea lor nu se va pierde asa repede..nu va pieri in nestiinta&lt;br /&gt;memoriei.Trebuia cumva..ceva sa le aminteasca unul de celalalt cand se vor intoarce inapoi pe pamant..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EA:-Strange-ma in brate..simti asta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EL:-Da..da..te iubesc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EA:-Doar atunci cand vei mai simti asa sa stii ca sunt eu..Miroase-mi parul..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EL:-Miroase a primavara..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EA:-Cand vei mai simti acest miros sa stii ca sunt eu..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EL:-Da..te iubesc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EA:-Uita-te in ochii mei..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;El:- Sunt mii de culori..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EA:-Daca cumva vreodata vor fi mai putin de o mie sa stii ca aceea nu voi fi eu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;"Fericirea e in causul palmei."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-2571924706712257889?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/2571924706712257889/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=2571924706712257889&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/2571924706712257889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/2571924706712257889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/10/teatruhotelul-celor-doua-lumi.html' title='Teatru:Hotelul celor doua lumi.'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SuNZY8aRtxI/AAAAAAAABFg/VHCtdPQLH40/s72-c/image.php.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-3523729159438985370</id><published>2009-10-24T16:41:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T17:15:36.630+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tacere.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SuML98MD7aI/AAAAAAAABFY/kg6OH-PpE7A/s1600-h/3523043944_1235f0682b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SuML98MD7aI/AAAAAAAABFY/kg6OH-PpE7A/s320/3523043944_1235f0682b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396169937276628386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In sfarsit,a ajuns.&lt;br /&gt;Etajul al 7lea al cladirii,nici tipenie de om..stia de la bun inceput ca odata ce urci nu-ti este permis sa cobori.&lt;br /&gt;Rectific:&lt;br /&gt;nu-ti este permis sa calci a doua oara acolo unde deja exista umbra pasilor tai.&lt;br /&gt;nu ai voie sa te intorci pe unde ai venit.nu exista o alta scara.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Un hol lung.In capete erau 2 ferestre care nici macar nu reuseau sa-l lumineze pe tot.&lt;br /&gt;S-a indreptat la una din ferestre..a deschis-o.&lt;br /&gt;Afara,o ceata groasa..un frig care-i ajungea la madulare.&lt;br /&gt;S-a uitat atent la cladirea  de vis-a-vis.&lt;br /&gt;Era o fereastra cu perdea alba si draperii negre pe interior.Afara,pe pervaz se zarea o floare albastra intr-un ghiveci.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si-a luat inima in dinti si a strigat : AM VENIT!&lt;br /&gt;Un raspuns pare ca a  rasunat din neantul tacerii.Sau nu. E doar ecoul care suna ca urletul unui lup singuratic.&lt;br /&gt;Isi astupa urechile.&lt;br /&gt;Era parca blestemata sa auda doar vocea mintii sale..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si totusi..era o cale de intoarcere..singura: fereastra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-3523729159438985370?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/3523729159438985370/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=3523729159438985370&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/3523729159438985370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/3523729159438985370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/10/tacere.html' title='Tacere.'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SuML98MD7aI/AAAAAAAABFY/kg6OH-PpE7A/s72-c/3523043944_1235f0682b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-5571305402696308795</id><published>2009-10-18T22:22:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T22:43:33.255+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever felt this way?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SttsYMdgJ1I/AAAAAAAABFQ/_xWtsoJx7bc/s1600-h/4023435602_61af57690a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SttsYMdgJ1I/AAAAAAAABFQ/_xWtsoJx7bc/s320/4023435602_61af57690a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394024141623928658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E inca acolo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;se mai simte..mirosul pielii lui pe asternutul tau..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cum ar fi oare?..o clipa sa se transforme in vesnicie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;endless moments..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Have you ever held your breathe and asked yourself will it ever get better than tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/MariaaM/fe32b16da1e0c4.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/MariaaM/fe32b16da1e0c4.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pink - Glitter In The Air&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Diverse" title="Diverse"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Diverse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-5571305402696308795?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/5571305402696308795/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=5571305402696308795&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/5571305402696308795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/5571305402696308795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/10/have-you-ever-felt-this-way.html' title='Have you ever felt this way?'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SttsYMdgJ1I/AAAAAAAABFQ/_xWtsoJx7bc/s72-c/4023435602_61af57690a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-8711700918977745275</id><published>2009-10-16T16:41:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T16:55:36.623+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Niciodata nu as putea ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sth7MNZbzgI/AAAAAAAABFI/s9CeFTqHA08/s1600-h/S6009115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sth7MNZbzgI/AAAAAAAABFI/s9CeFTqHA08/s200/S6009115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393196003461156354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... sa renunt la credinta..&lt;br /&gt;..sa nu iubesc viata..&lt;br /&gt;..sa nu il mai iubesc pe el..&lt;br /&gt;..sa nu-mi mai respect parintii..&lt;br /&gt;..sa nu iert orice..&lt;br /&gt;..sa insel..&lt;br /&gt;..sa uit o persoana care mi-a facut rau/bine..&lt;br /&gt;..sa incetez sa sper..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;nu..n-as putea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Leapsa primita de la &lt;a href="http://hiindiba.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-8711700918977745275?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/8711700918977745275/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=8711700918977745275&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/8711700918977745275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/8711700918977745275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/10/niciodata-nu-as-putea.html' title='Niciodata nu as putea ..'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sth7MNZbzgI/AAAAAAAABFI/s9CeFTqHA08/s72-c/S6009115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-4153453340598872694</id><published>2009-10-13T21:38:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T21:50:21.234+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aceeasi toamna..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/StTK_BwyYOI/AAAAAAAABFA/ObFukOdugJ8/s1600-h/highschoolmusical3pic4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/StTK_BwyYOI/AAAAAAAABFA/ObFukOdugJ8/s200/highschoolmusical3pic4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392157838022959330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aceiasi noi, dar diferiti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aceeasi dragoste, dar mai intensa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aceeasi toamna..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;un alt an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..si te iubesc din ce in ce mai mult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1an.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/raluka_bv15/7719acddff8377.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/raluka_bv15/7719acddff8377.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;florin chilian-zece&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-4153453340598872694?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/4153453340598872694/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=4153453340598872694&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/4153453340598872694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/4153453340598872694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/10/aceeasi-toamna.html' title='Aceeasi toamna..'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/StTK_BwyYOI/AAAAAAAABFA/ObFukOdugJ8/s72-c/highschoolmusical3pic4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-642398710838684985</id><published>2009-10-05T21:36:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:53:50.806+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Octombrie : "O inima facuta pachet."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sso-TPhYuqI/AAAAAAAABE0/TVQSkJoP88I/s1600-h/alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sso-TPhYuqI/AAAAAAAABE0/TVQSkJoP88I/s200/alone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389188404407220898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 102);font-family:times new roman,times,serif;" &gt;Octombrie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;!-- Byline --&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(de &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.poezie.ro/index.php/author/25563/radun_gabor" title="vivili"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;radun gabor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:navy;"   &gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;!-- end default pre content  --&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,times,serif;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,times,serif;color:black;"  &gt;zadarnic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,times,serif;color:black;"  &gt; îmi sap tranşee în suflet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,times,serif;color:black;"  &gt; octombrie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,times,serif;color:black;"  &gt; mă va găsi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,times,serif;color:black;"  &gt; inevitabil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,times,serif;color:black;"  &gt; îmi va coase ochii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,times,serif;color:black;"  &gt; cu fire de păianjen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,times,serif;color:black;"  &gt; ţinându-mi sub pleoape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,times,serif;color:black;"  &gt; prizonieră lacrima &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,times,serif;color:black;"  &gt; octombrie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,times,serif;color:black;"  &gt; e un tren care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,times,serif;color:black;"  &gt; şuieră asurzitor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,times,serif;color:black;"  &gt; printr-o gară ticsită cu suflete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,times,serif;color:black;"  &gt; dintre care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,times,serif;color:black;"  &gt; numai tu pleci &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,times,serif;color:black;"  &gt; spre lumea ta elfică &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,times,serif;color:black;"  &gt; o inimă &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,times,serif;color:black;"  &gt; făcută pachet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,times,serif;color:black;"  &gt; ticăie agonic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,times,serif;color:black;"  &gt; într-un bagaj de mână.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/ThatIsNotMyName/d5bc30b155b3af.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/ThatIsNotMyName/d5bc30b155b3af.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Linkin Park - Shadow of the day (Boyce Avenue&amp;#039;s cover)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sursa :http://www.poezie.ro/index.php/poetry/13903751/Octombrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,times,serif;font-size:100%;color:black;"   &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/9080561130714120235-642398710838684985?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/642398710838684985/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=642398710838684985&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/642398710838684985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/642398710838684985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/10/octombrie-o-inima-facuta-pachet.html' title='Octombrie : &quot;O inima facuta pachet.&quot;'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sso-TPhYuqI/AAAAAAAABE0/TVQSkJoP88I/s72-c/alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-2630838803452880689</id><published>2009-10-01T18:43:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T19:42:55.843+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Stinge-le zambind..-dileme sufletesti.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SsTacbE2SrI/AAAAAAAABEs/wpDxt3xrSQM/s1600-h/raining-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SsTacbE2SrI/AAAAAAAABEs/wpDxt3xrSQM/s320/raining-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387671236081240754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cand urci &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o treapta&lt;/span&gt;..la ce ar trebui sa te gandesti?&lt;br /&gt;La faptul ca ai urcat-o pe aceasta..sau ca mai ai inca multe altele care te asteapta?&lt;br /&gt;Sincer, nu stiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;Se spune ca..e pacat sa incerci sa descifrezi visele somnului..&lt;br /&gt;Intrebare : De ce uneori , daca le stii semnificatia..e asa cum spun ele?&lt;br /&gt;Le descriu ca pe un amalgam de trairi trecute , dorinte neimplinite..asteptari..raspunsuri.&lt;br /&gt;Fac parte din tine pana la urma, sunt o urmare..a mintii, a subconstientului.&lt;br /&gt;Si, nu ai voie sa stii ce vor de la tine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;Macar sa le urc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/anamaria91/a7383792b7a992.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/anamaria91/a7383792b7a992.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voltaj - Lucruri Frumoase&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lacrimi care te ard atat de tare&lt;br /&gt;stinge-le zambind.&lt;br /&gt;lantul care te strange mult prea tare&lt;br /&gt;poti sa-l rupi zambind&lt;br /&gt;.. in fiecare zi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/my_music/1942455e53a9c9.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/my_music/1942455e53a9c9.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALISON KRAUSS - It doesn't matter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-2630838803452880689?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/2630838803452880689/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=2630838803452880689&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/2630838803452880689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/2630838803452880689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/10/stinge-le-zambind.html' title='Stinge-le zambind..-dileme sufletesti.'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SsTacbE2SrI/AAAAAAAABEs/wpDxt3xrSQM/s72-c/raining-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-6187451582780654726</id><published>2009-09-30T20:33:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T21:25:20.967+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Metodologia BAC 2010 ..sau cum isi bate ministerul joc de noi.</title><content type='html'>Probabil v-ati pus la curent..sau nu.Eu una acum am vazut .Ma mir ca nu dam bacu' de revelion, macar sa stim o treaba.Ne-au aruncat o pagina de prostii cu date ca sa ne inchida gura..restu depinde  de noi. La engleza din oral s-a transformat in..examen serios, cu listening,speaking si cu proba scrisa.Oare de ce intra la probele orale?!Nu mai e nici cu admis respins..nici note..sau calificative..e cu.. ce au ei chef. Viseaza noaptea ca sunt in Franta sau eu stiu unde..iar a2a zi aplica aberatiile la noi.Ar putea totusi s-o ia treptat nu sa ne dea complet peste cap..dar cine sunt eu sa zic asta?Eh..cu Dumnezeu inainte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prima sesiune are următorul calendar (înscrierea elevilor se face în intervalul 14 - 18 decembrie 2009):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;- &lt;b&gt;probe orale:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11-13 ianuarie 2010: evaluarea competenţelor lingvistice de comunicare orală în limba română (proba A),&lt;br /&gt; 13-15 ianuarie 2010: evaluarea competenţelor lingvistice de comunicare orală în limba maternă (proba B),&lt;br /&gt;18 - 29 ianuarie 2010: evaluarea competenţelor digitale (proba D) şi&lt;br /&gt;19 - 22 aprilie 2010: evaluarea competenţelor lingvistice într-o limbă modernă (proba C);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Evaluarea competenţei lingvistice&lt;/b&gt; într-o limbă de circulaţie internaţională se face prin trei tipuri de probe, după cum urmează: &lt;b&gt;probă scrisă, cu durata de 90 minute, probă orală, cu durata de  10-15 minute &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;ș&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;i probă de înţelegere a unui text audiat, cu durata de 20 de minute.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rezultatul obţinut de fiecare candidat la proba  de evaluare a competenţelor lingvistice de comunicare orală în limba română, respectiv în limba maternă nu se exprimă prin note sau prin calificativ admis/respins, ci prin stabilirea nivelului de competenţă corespunzător grilei aprobate la nivel naţional. &lt;/b&gt;Nivelul de competenţă lingvistică de comunicare orală în limba română, respectiv în limba maternă se stabileşte de comun acord de către cei doi profesori examinatori, în conformitate cu descriptorii din programele de bacalaureat şi cu grila cuprinsă în procedurile elaborate şi transmise de Centrul Naţional pentru Curriculum şi Evaluare în Învăţământul Preuniversitar.  Nivelul de competenţă lingvistică de comunicare orală în limba română, respectiv în limba maternă a candidatului se înscrie într-un borderou, care este semnat de cei doi examinatori. Aceeaşi procedură se aplică şi în cadrul probelor de evaluare a competenţelor într-o limbă străină şi a celor digitale sau cu precizarea că, în cazul ultimei probe, în funcţie de punctajul obţinut, se va stabili nivelul de competenţă digitală a candidatului,  după cum urmează: 0-25 puncte - utilizator începător, 26-50 puncte - utilizator de nivel mediu, 51-74 puncte - utilizator avansat, 75-100 puncte - utilizator experimentat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;b&gt;probe scrise (după încheierea cursurilor pentru clasa a XII-a prevăzută pentru data de 11 iunie 2010&lt;/b&gt;):&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;28 iunie 2010 - Limba şi literatura română - proba E)a), 29 iunie 2010 - Limba şi literatura maternă - proba E)b), 30 iunie 2010 - proba obligatorie a profilului - proba E)c) şi 1 iulie 2010 - proba la alegere a profilului şi specializării - proba E)d).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prima afi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;şare a rezultatelor va avea loc în 3 iulie 2010 (până la ora 16.00) şi va fi urmată de depunerea contestaţiilor în aceeaşi zi, în intervalul orar 16.00 - 20.00. Soluţionarea contestaţiilor se va face în perioada 5-6 iulie 2010, iar afişarea rezultatelor finale în ziua de 7 iulie 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sesiunea de toamnă se va desfşura între 23 august şi 8 septembrie 2010,&lt;/b&gt; înscrierile fiind stabilite pentru săptămâna 5-9 iulie 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mai multe aici&lt;br /&gt;http://www.edu.ro/index.php/pressrel/12865.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Succes..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-6187451582780654726?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/6187451582780654726/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=6187451582780654726&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/6187451582780654726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/6187451582780654726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/09/metodologia-bac-2010-sau-cum-isi-bate.html' title='Metodologia BAC 2010 ..sau cum isi bate ministerul joc de noi.'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-6999261202328876307</id><published>2009-09-29T20:25:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T20:42:40.305+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Grief.It's life.It's loss.It's change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SsJG8Rf7hyI/AAAAAAAABEU/2Aa9qt01Pj4/s1600-h/Grief.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 147px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SsJG8Rf7hyI/AAAAAAAABEU/2Aa9qt01Pj4/s200/Grief.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386946105591957282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(20, 28, 41); font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"There is an appointed time for everything. In a time for every affair under the heavens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(20, 28, 41); font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; A&lt;b&gt; time to be born&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, and a &lt;b&gt;time to die&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(20, 28, 41); font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A time to plant, and a time to uproot the plant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(20, 28, 41); font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A time to kill, and a time to heal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(20, 28, 41); font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A time to tear down, and a time to build. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(20, 28, 41); font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A time to weep, and a time to laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(20, 28, 41); font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; A time to mourn, and a time to dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(20, 28, 41); font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(20, 28, 41); font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(20, 28, 41); font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;time to embrace&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(20, 28, 41); font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#141C29;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#141C29;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; "&lt;b&gt;Grief may be a thing we all have in common, but it looks different on everyone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't just death we have to grieve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#141C29;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; It's life. It's loss. It's change.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; And when we wonder why it has to suck so much sometimes, has to hurt so bad. The thing we gotta try to remember is that it can turn on a dime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; That's how you stay alive. When it hurts so much you can't breathe, that's how you survive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; By remembering that one day, somehow, impossibly, you won't feel this way. It won't hurt this much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grief comes in its own time for everyone, in its own way.&lt;br /&gt;So the best we can do, the best anyone can do, is try for honesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The really crappy thing, the very worst part of grief is that you can't control it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best we can do is try to let ourselves feel it when it comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#141C29;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let it go when we can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#141C29;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; The very worst part is that the minute you think you're past it, it starts all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And always, every time, it takes your breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; There are five stages of grief. They look different on all of us, but there are always five.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Denial.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Anger.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bargaining.&lt;br /&gt;Depression.&lt;br /&gt;Acceptance. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#141C29;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#141C29;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;  "&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;According to Elisabeth Kubler-Ross, when we're dying or have suffered a catastrophic loss, we all move through five distinct stages of grief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#141C29;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; We go into denial because the loss is so unthinkable we can't imagine it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#141C29;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; We become angry with everyone, angry with survivors, angry with ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#141C29;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Then we bargain. We beg. We plead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#141C29;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We offer everything we have, we offer our souls in exchange for just one more day. When the bargaining has failed and the anger is too hard to maintain, we fall into depression, despair, until finally we have to accept that we've done everything we can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#141C29;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; We let go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#141C29;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We let go and move into acceptance."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#141C29;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Tahoma, Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#141C29;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&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/9080561130714120235-6999261202328876307?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/6999261202328876307/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=6999261202328876307&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/6999261202328876307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/6999261202328876307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/09/griefits-lifeits-lossits-change.html' title='Grief.It&apos;s life.It&apos;s loss.It&apos;s change.'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SsJG8Rf7hyI/AAAAAAAABEU/2Aa9qt01Pj4/s72-c/Grief.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-20043539870508354</id><published>2009-09-22T17:22:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T17:43:12.706+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Filme : Sorry,If I love you/Scusa ma ti chiamo amore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SrjgybPt3rI/AAAAAAAABEM/VIfvg0qHkzo/s1600-h/raoul-bova-e-michela-quattrociocche-di-spalle-in-un-immagine-di-scusa-ma-ti-chiamo-amore-51905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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at &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com/"&gt;MixPod.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;N-am mai postat deloc in ultimul timp pentru ca n-am avut timp.Nu ca m-as fi omorat prea tare cu scoala..e cam prea devreme sa zic asta, dar nu prea am mai stat pe net.Astazi , totusi aveam chef sa vizionez un film si unul mai potrivit ca acesta nici ca as fi gasit.As fi fost chiar egoista daca nu vi l-as fi recomandat si voua.&lt;br /&gt;Este logic..o comedie romantica, asa cum v-am obisnuit.Doar ca e una speciala..pur si simplu 90% din film aveam un suras tamp pe fata si mi se ridica parul pe maini, de parca as fi jucat eu acolo.Actorii principali sunt superbi..baieti aveti ce vedea, iar fetele..nu mai spun.&lt;br /&gt;Poate e un cliseu povestea de dragoste din acest film. Un cliseu..pentru ..hmm..in niciun caz pentru viata. Cred ca pentru neverosimil.Nu e tocmai un mod bun de a ma exprima dar..merge.&lt;br /&gt;El are 37 ..ea 17. Deja probleme.Sunt si in viata reala posibile asemena povesti, dar de cele mai multe ori..el e casatorit cu vreo 2 copii si ea e amanta.O aventura apoi nu se mai vad niciodata.&lt;br /&gt;EE..aici e o contrazicere..mi-e ca daca as incepe sa fiu mai explicita as da in vileag tot firul filmului si ar fi pacat.Tot ce zic este ca merita.E superb!!!Astept pareri dupa ce-l vizionati.&lt;br /&gt;Videoclipul e cu imagini din film, melodia e soundtrackul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g25I0LnGaPg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g25I0LnGaPg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-20043539870508354?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/20043539870508354/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=20043539870508354&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/20043539870508354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/20043539870508354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/09/filme-sorryif-i-love-youscusa-ma-ti.html' title='Filme : Sorry,If I love you/Scusa ma ti chiamo amore.'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SrjgybPt3rI/AAAAAAAABEM/VIfvg0qHkzo/s72-c/raoul-bova-e-michela-quattrociocche-di-spalle-in-un-immagine-di-scusa-ma-ti-chiamo-amore-51905.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-4413377141123483074</id><published>2009-09-14T21:14:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:22:18.100+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultima prima zi de liceu.</title><content type='html'>sau..inceputul sfarsitului.&lt;br /&gt;Mai bine ma impusca cineva !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-4413377141123483074?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/4413377141123483074/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=4413377141123483074&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/4413377141123483074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/4413377141123483074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/09/ultima-prima-zi-de-liceu.html' title='Ultima prima zi de liceu.'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-6492023589647896394</id><published>2009-09-13T00:45:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T01:16:25.938+03:00</updated><title type='text'>11/13. Cause when you find that right person for a first kiss, it's everything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cand abia invatam &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sa tinem pe cineva aproape&lt;/span&gt; mai mult timp(in general liceul aduce perioada asta)numaram treptat..zile, saptamani, luni..alaturi de acel cineva. Suntem mandri ca putem fi si statornici, ca avem o relatie!!&lt;br /&gt;Uneori insa se termina tragic, pentru ambii, sau doar pentru unul din ei. Pur si simplu, dupa 1 luna persoana cealalta nu te mai atrage..o saruti..de etica si apoi gasesti un motiv verosimil sa pui capat. Asa incepe deobicei tragedia.Apoi lacrimi, razbunare, tunete si fulgere si..gata!Pentru noi , tinerii/adolescentii e sfarsitul lumii. Insa, momentul trece. Apoi vorbim pe cel care ne-a parasit de rau..gasim toate defectele de pe lume ca sa ne hranim inconstientul cu motive pentru care nu merita sa te mai gandesti la ce a fost. Si..a trecuut totul! Toata lumea e fericita. Trecem la urmatorii..si tot asa. Vrem sa experimentam cu cat mai multe persoane, caractere..pana gasim persoana potrivita.(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Va vorbesc de genul de relatii inocente, nu cu tente sexuale..pentru ca aia e alta poveste si nu sunt in masura sa scriu despre ce nu prea stiu.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Problema e ca persoana potrivita nu vine daca pocnesti din degete si nici daca faci incantatii. Pur si simplu..vine..odata si odata, nu?Atunci ne dam seama..ca tot ce am "experimentat" cu ceilalti nu poate fi comparat cu ceva serios. Si, in concluzie..nu stim nimic.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sincer, nu prea mi-am numarat iubitii,deobicei baietii sunt cu arsenalul dupa ei.Am avut vreo 6, 7..cea mai lunga de vreo 2-3 luni, cea mai scurta de cateva ore., asa ca nici nu incape vorba de "relatii serioase".Copilarii!Mereu vor fi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar azi, noi avem 11 luni si ma bucur sa impartasesc cu voi fericirea mea.&lt;span class="quotestandard"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sqwdd1JygCI/AAAAAAAABC8/TXr1vbfh9Ws/s1600-h/DSC2389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sqwdd1JygCI/AAAAAAAABC8/TXr1vbfh9Ws/s200/DSC2389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380708053122449442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="quotestandard"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For a kiss to be really good, you want it to mean something. You want it to be with someone you can't get out of your head, so that when your lips finally to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quotestandard"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uch y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quotestandard"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ou feel it everywhere. A kiss so hot and so deep you never want to come up for air. You can't cheat your first kiss. Trust me, you don't want to. Cause when you find that right person for a first kiss, it's everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/anna_k/bb18947d74aabb.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/anna_k/bb18947d74aabb.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enrique Iglesias - Could I Have This Kiss Forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/judaspriest/9a195429182607.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/judaspriest/9a195429182607.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Fray - You Found Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-6492023589647896394?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/6492023589647896394/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=6492023589647896394&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/6492023589647896394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/6492023589647896394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/09/1113-cause-when-you-find-that-right.html' title='11/13. Cause when you find that right person for a first kiss, it&apos;s everything.'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sqwdd1JygCI/AAAAAAAABC8/TXr1vbfh9Ws/s72-c/DSC2389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-2659882473013125852</id><published>2009-09-10T16:57:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T18:12:34.031+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Carti : Scrisoare de dragoste, Mihail Drumes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SqkPFh341zI/AAAAAAAABCs/LXbvSlX4XnY/s1600-h/amintire-de-dragoste-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SqkPFh341zI/AAAAAAAABCs/LXbvSlX4XnY/s320/amintire-de-dragoste-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379847817537312562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Totul incepe in tren, fiecare pe un drum separat dar  care ii aducea impreuna.Mai intai..a studiat amanuntele ei in tacere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Incerc s-o dezbrac de vesminte, sa mi-o imaginez goala, asa cum obisnuiesc sa fac cu femeile care ma intereseaza.Nu reusesc.E imposibil sa-i realizez goliciunea cu ochii mintii.Pentru prima oara mi se intampla acest lucru.As zice ca e o impietate chiar sa gandesti obscen in apropierea ei.A cutezat vreodata un pictor, de cand e lumea si pamantul , sa zugraveasca pe panza nudul unei sfinte?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Apoi, a incercat sa afle mai multe despre frumoasa care statea pe locul din fata lui:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"DINU:Va capteaza lectura?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ANDA(in gand):Ah, ce tip insuportabil!(Vorbit):Da..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DINU:Cititi un roman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ANDA:Dupa cum se vede.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DINU:De aventuri?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ANDA:Sa zicem..psihologic..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DINU:Si nu va plictiseste?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ANDA:M-ar plictisi mai degraba , o conversatie banala cu un..necunoscut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DINU:Pe mine, dimpotriva, m-ar plictisi..cunoscutul, pentru ca n-aduce nimic nou, n-are niciun farmec .&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ANDA:Scuzati, insa eu nu cred deloc in farmecul..necunoscutului.(In gand):Na!I-am zis-o..Cred ca am fost prea uracioasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DINU:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In schimb, eu cred in farmecul..necunoscutei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;El, a zis ca e mana destinului, ea nu credea in asa-zisul destin.El i-a zis ca daca e sa aiba impreuna un viitor se vor mai intalni intamplator..Ramanea de vazut, desi dupa ce a coborat ea din tren, i-a parut rau ca nu a intrebat-o cum o cheama.Asa ca a numit-o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; Ghiocela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, datorita albului pielii sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-au intalnit peste un an, intamplator..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Eram cu adevarat sortita caestui om?Exista oare ceva predestinat in viata noastra , care trebuie sa se implineasca?Cine sa dea raspuns unei asemenea intrebari?Eu cred ca noi insine suntem autorii binelui sau raului ca destinul nu e in stele, ci mult mai aproape, chiar in mainile noastre"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"-Pana acum, n-am intalnit dragostea, a adaugat el, intr-un tarziu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Probabil ai ocolit-o..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Nu..Eram prea acaparat, prea absorbit de invatatura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Si pentru iubire nu  ti-a ramas deloc timp?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Dragostea pe care n-o cauti ,nu vine..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Cred ca vine, mai degraba, cand n-o cauti.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pana aici toate bune, frumoase, spectaculoase..ca o poveste.Doar ca ce se intampla cand el aspira la mai m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ult de atat.Cand situatia financiara modesta nu-i ajunge, cand ea nu-i mai ajunge.. Se casatoreste cu ea, cu un gand clar de la inceput: vrea sa o aiba ca femeie, sa se sature de trupul ei, apoi sa divorteze..si sa gaseasca o fata pe picior mare , care sa-l intretina si sa traiasca intocmai ca un rege, cum mereu a crezut ca merita.&lt;br /&gt;Insa nu e mereu asa cum iti planuiesti..si nicio fapta nu ramane nepedepsita..&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca v-am zis destule..va las sa o savurati asa cum am facut si eu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-2659882473013125852?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/2659882473013125852/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=2659882473013125852&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/2659882473013125852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/2659882473013125852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/09/carti-scrisoare-de-dragoste-mihail.html' title='Carti : Scrisoare de dragoste, Mihail Drumes'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SqkPFh341zI/AAAAAAAABCs/LXbvSlX4XnY/s72-c/amintire-de-dragoste-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-6833382377766664651</id><published>2009-09-07T13:34:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T13:42:45.736+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Life.Blink and you'll miss it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SqTjHDZn1aI/AAAAAAAABBk/DvKrPsbygMk/s1600-h/Life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SqTjHDZn1aI/AAAAAAAABBk/DvKrPsbygMk/s320/Life.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378673565298578850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toata viata ne facem griji pentru ce va fi in viitor..ne facem planuri pentru viitor,incercam sa ghicim viitorul..De parca daca am reusi sa-l intrevedem am putea sa atenuam loviturile.Dar viitorul se schimba mereu.Viitorul e locul unde se adapostesc cele mai adanci temeri ale noastre..si &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cele mai fierbinti nazuinte.&lt;br /&gt;Un lucru e sigur: cand in sfarsit se arata..viitorul nu e deloc asa cum ni l-am imaginat.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ati rostit vreodata cuvintele astea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Te Iubesc..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa traiesc fara tine..mi-ai schimbat viata..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ati rostit vreodata cuvintele astea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Faceti-va planuri..gasiti-va un scop in viata..incercati sa-l atingeti.. dar, din cand in cand, uitati-va in jur..si traiti clipa.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca asta e tot ce avem.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine totul poate fi pierdut..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Grey's Anatomy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/annyux/7158d4ac8cf6d9.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/annyux/7158d4ac8cf6d9.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the fray- how to save a life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-6833382377766664651?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/6833382377766664651/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=6833382377766664651&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/6833382377766664651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/6833382377766664651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/09/lifeblink-and-youll-miss-it.html' title='Life.Blink and you&apos;ll miss it.'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SqTjHDZn1aI/AAAAAAAABBk/DvKrPsbygMk/s72-c/Life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-585620660563766711</id><published>2009-09-04T00:35:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T01:19:11.508+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poveste..(6- Daca ar fi fost usor,nu insemna nimic.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SqA_n_COa5I/AAAAAAAABBU/Y9sZmIzmDoM/s1600-h/we__re_so_close_by_byebyebeautifool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SqA_n_COa5I/AAAAAAAABBU/Y9sZmIzmDoM/s320/we__re_so_close_by_byebyebeautifool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377367911248587666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;14 februarie seara.Intr-un club se sarbatorea ziua indragostitilor.Ea s-a dus cu o prietena, el cu iubita lui.Cand s-au intalnit s-au pupat amical si rece pentru a pastra aparentele..dar cu dragoste nemarginita in priviri.&lt;br /&gt;Era ca un cosmar pentru ea..se intreba ce cauta acolo, in aceeasi incapere cu ei2..mai ales ca cealalta isi juca bine rolul de seducatoare, desi era respinsa vizibil de el.O atmosfera ciudata..ea nu-si putea lua ochii de pe el, el incerca sa nu dea de banuit..&lt;br /&gt;La un moment dat..l-a vazut la bar doar cu prietenul lui, asa ca s-a gandit sa treaca pe langa el..sa fie aproape de el macar in trecere asa ca s-a dus pana la toaleta, fara motiv evident. Cand s-a intors..a tras-o aproape de pieptul lui, a imbratisat-o si a sarutat-o ca si cand era pentru ultima oara..fara nicio teama, pentru ca ar fi putut fi surprinsi de cineva cunoscut celeilalte..erau doar la 5 metri de ea, dar in spatele unui stalp;iar prietenul lui era pe post de supraveghetor.Au fost cateva clipe, care pareau ca nu se mai sfarsesc..&lt;br /&gt;E ca o scena rupta dintr-un film romantic..cu un final fericit. De a doua zi totul s-a schimbat. El s-a despartit de cealalta..si totul a revenit la normal.De fapt..totul a revenit la un normal mai bun ca niciodata..&lt;br /&gt;Povestea continua si astazi..fara certuri dese si prostesti, fara alte persoane care sa intervina..doar ei doi..&lt;br /&gt;Si cand se va intampla ceva interesant..va voi tine la curent..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va multumesc pentru ca mi-ati "ascultat" povestea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Distance, it is a test of love, many will fail, but for those who can withstand it have the answer: true love.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/NoFace/5edce1836bf3c0.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/NoFace/5edce1836bf3c0.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tina Arena &amp;amp; Mark Antony - I want to spend my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Through our joy, through our pain,&lt;br /&gt;We can move the worlds again,&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand, dance with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" href="http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/07/poveste5-nu-e-niciodata-prea-tarziu.html"&gt;citeste :Poveste -5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-585620660563766711?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/585620660563766711/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=585620660563766711&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/585620660563766711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/585620660563766711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/09/poveste6-daca-ar-fi-fost-usornu-insemna.html' title='Poveste..(6- Daca ar fi fost usor,nu insemna nimic.)'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SqA_n_COa5I/AAAAAAAABBU/Y9sZmIzmDoM/s72-c/we__re_so_close_by_byebyebeautifool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-8609022588074613207</id><published>2009-09-03T17:02:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T17:18:20.233+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Noi si cerul..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sp_PwTutnOI/AAAAAAAABA8/Ap84nQa2z30/s1600-h/DSC04373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sp_PwTutnOI/AAAAAAAABA8/Ap84nQa2z30/s320/DSC04373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377244908940532962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Ati dat vreodata vina pe Dumnezeu cand vi s-a intamplat ceva rau sau cand ati dat gres, chiar daca v-ati  rugat foarte mult pentru ceva anume?Eu stiu ca uneori m-am uitat cu rautate spre cer.&lt;br /&gt;Tin minte in clasa a9a, in primul semestru am ramas corigenta la fizica.Nu mi-e rusine sa zic..s-a intamplat; si stiu ca in vacanta aceea dintre semestre eram la pamant..numai vacanta n-a fost.Si eu ce am facut?Mi-am plans de mila,am dat si vina pe Dumnezeu.&lt;br /&gt;Fratele meu mai mic..s-a nascut cu &lt;a href="http://www.desprecopii.com/info.asp?ID=36"&gt;apgar 1&lt;/a&gt; adica sanse minime de supravietuire (&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nou-nascutii care primesc un scor mai mic de 5    se pot afla intr-o conditie care necesita actiuni immediate pentru salvarea    vietii – ca de exemplu masca de oxigen&lt;/span&gt;.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. O asistenta a stat toata noaptea cu lumanarea aprinsa la capsorul lui..ca sa nu se stinga el.A supravietuit, e sanatos, are 5 ani si va asigur ca nici 10 dintre voi la un locnu i-ar depasi energia. Al cui e meritul? Se stie..Dumnezeu. Si eu am dat vina pe El pentru un amarat de 6, cand mie imi trebuia 7 sa trec.&lt;br /&gt;Asa e mereu..dam vina unii pe altii, nu ne recunoastem greselile si cand cineva nu e in preajma ca sa-l acuzam, ne legam de..Dumnezeu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/9080561130714120235-8609022588074613207?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/8609022588074613207/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=8609022588074613207&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/8609022588074613207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/8609022588074613207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/09/noi-si-cerul.html' title='Noi si cerul..'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sp_PwTutnOI/AAAAAAAABA8/Ap84nQa2z30/s72-c/DSC04373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-8089826069841280309</id><published>2009-09-02T00:35:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T01:00:39.691+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mereu e prea putin,niciodata prea mult.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sp2W7JJU0UI/AAAAAAAABAU/ZLRtZmZwUT0/s1600-h/8583b67312915ccebe074eae6005ed97.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sp2W7JJU0UI/AAAAAAAABAU/ZLRtZmZwUT0/s200/8583b67312915ccebe074eae6005ed97.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376619472961720642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu de ce zic asta aici..&lt;br /&gt;E senzatia aia ca si cand..am dat totul, dar nu e suficient pentru celalalt.E nevoie de mai mult.De ce e mereu asa?Sa-mi bag picioarele!Probabil ca ma insel, sau nu..doar ca am mai trecut prin asta de cel putin 2 ori si..&lt;br /&gt;Nu sunt perfecta..poate unii incearca sa  atinga perfectiunea, eu nici asta nu vreau sa fac. M-am daruit asa cum sunt..sa fiu acceptata exact asa. Insa, cu trecerea timpului..ne schimbam, poate involuntar..ne dam pe langa celalalt, incercam sa-i facem pe plac..sa fie totul bine.Nu ne dam seama ca am schimbat ceva, nu.Pana la proba contrarie..cand nu e suficient nici ce esti acum..&lt;br /&gt;Debitez..de ajuns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Sometimes reality has a way of sneaking up and biting us in the ass.*&lt;br /&gt;*There's something to be said about a glass half full. About knowing when to say when. I think it's a floating line. A barometer of need and desire. It's entirely up to the individual. And depends on what's being poured. Sometimes all we want is a taste. Other times there's no such thing as enough, the glass is bottomless.&lt;br /&gt;And all we want, is more. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Paraion/a40019a856a400.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Paraion/a40019a856a400.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Switchfoot - You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-8089826069841280309?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/8089826069841280309/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=8089826069841280309&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/8089826069841280309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/8089826069841280309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/09/mereu-e-prea-putinniciodata-prea-mult.html' title='Mereu e prea putin,niciodata prea mult.'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sp2W7JJU0UI/AAAAAAAABAU/ZLRtZmZwUT0/s72-c/8583b67312915ccebe074eae6005ed97.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-1582088808559983196</id><published>2009-09-01T00:03:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T01:06:57.326+03:00</updated><title type='text'>E firesc..</title><content type='html'>S-a dus naibii vara..nici macar ultima zi n-a fost cum trebuia ci cu ploaie, frig..Nu mi-e dor de scoala, de profa de mate sau de toti ceilalti.Nu vreau sa ma imbrac gros , sa ma trezesc la 5-6..sa am din nou grijile alea din timpul scolii. A fost prea bine in ultimele luni, liniste si relaxare.&lt;br /&gt;Daca mi-as dori ceva..ar fi sa treaca si clasa a12a la fel de repede ca vara asta, pe care nici nu am simtit-o.&lt;br /&gt;Nu ma condamnati, e normal sa ma simt asa..si sunt sigura ca nu-s singura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The reasonable man adapts himself to the world;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Therefore all progress depends on the unreasonable man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Delectati-va cu ceva frumos..:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Uuoana/d21f44aad12395.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Uuoana/d21f44aad12395.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tone Damli Aaberge -Burn for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Uuoana/1962bb50823150.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Uuoana/1962bb50823150.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adriana Mezzadri -Marcas de Ayer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Uuoana/a0bdacd622deb6.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Uuoana/a0bdacd622deb6.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;David Fransson -Slow Down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/9080561130714120235-1582088808559983196?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/1582088808559983196/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=1582088808559983196&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/1582088808559983196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/1582088808559983196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-firesc.html' title='E firesc..'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-4318858702704623056</id><published>2009-08-27T23:51:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T00:21:32.544+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce am realizat..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Spb41zT8wpI/AAAAAAAAA_8/m-ndU_OZ6z0/s1600-h/0d2eb68dcb8770e2636a002e9c41fae2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Spb41zT8wpI/AAAAAAAAA_8/m-ndU_OZ6z0/s200/0d2eb68dcb8770e2636a002e9c41fae2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374756808503902866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dragostea nu vine doar la cei maturi,intelepti..gata sa o primeasca.Nici la cei care stiu toate definitiile ei, care au vazut toate filmele de dragoste, au citit romane romantice si au ascultat cele mai incredibile povesti de iubire.Nu.&lt;br /&gt;Nu apare la 18 ani, la 30 sau la 50.&lt;br /&gt;Nu are parul blond si ochii verzi.Nu este prototipul pe care tu ti-l concepi, fara sa stii macar ce faci.&lt;br /&gt;Dragostea nu raneste.Sa nu spui niciodata ca ai facut un lucru rau, din dragoste pentru cineva..e doar  din obsesie.&lt;br /&gt;Sa nu judeci felul in care un om iubeste..atata timp cat iubirea e inofensiva;altfel oricum nu s-ar mai numi asa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si stii ce..nu trebuie sa astepti..pentru ca nici macar nu vine!Dragostea se naste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dragostea devine dependenta controlabila a sufletului.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/dorinspoaller/76f1f10c270d71.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/dorinspoaller/76f1f10c270d71.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brandi Carlile - Throw it all away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Who, being loved, is poor?  (Oscar Wilde)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca te iubesc cu toata inima..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-4318858702704623056?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/4318858702704623056/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=4318858702704623056&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/4318858702704623056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/4318858702704623056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/08/ce-am-realizat.html' title='Ce am realizat..'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Spb41zT8wpI/AAAAAAAAA_8/m-ndU_OZ6z0/s72-c/0d2eb68dcb8770e2636a002e9c41fae2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-2161922709891456129</id><published>2009-08-27T23:13:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T23:45:00.647+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick *me*. Choose *me*. Love *me*.</title><content type='html'>Rareori te uiti la un film si dupa 2 ore, cand s-a sfarsit spui : "Oau, chiar am invatat ceva".Si mai rar de atat, ai sanse sa zici asta cand vine vorba de un serial. Nu am prea multe la activ ..am vazut Prison Break doar pentru ca Sara si Michael erau prea simpatici ca sa nu-i urmaresti.Apoi Gossip Girl, care..deh e in trend.."the luxurious life in Manhattan", nu?Hmm..inca unul, The Mentalist..devine total plictisitor la un moment dat;de ce m-am uitat?Pentru ca in rolul principal e Simon Baker, actorul meu preferat. Sunt cele mai plauzibile motive, stiu. Asa ca m-am cam lasat de seriale..pana acum putin  timp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey's Anatomy..dupa fiecare episod, realizezi ca..sigur ai ramas cu ceva, te-a emotionat o poveste de viata..orice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know how when you were a little kid and you believed in fairy tales, that fantasy of what your life would be, white dress, prince charming who would carry you away to a castle on a hill. You would lie in bed at night and close your eyes and you had complete and utter faith. Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, Prince Charming, they were so close you could taste them, but eventually you grow up, one day you open your eyes and the fairy tale disappears. Most people turn to the things and people they can trust. But the thing is its hard to let go of that fairy tale entirely cause almost everyone has that smallest bit of hope, of faith, that one day they will open their eyes and it will come true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At the end of the day faith is a funny thing. It turns up when you don't really expect it. It's like one day you realize that the fairy tale may be slightly different than you dreamed. The castle, well, it may not be a castle. And it's not so important happy ever after, just that its happy right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; See once in a while, once in a blue moon, people will surprise you , and once in a while people may even take your breath away.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/susinpom/e4291ff83f8f7a.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/susinpom/e4291ff83f8f7a.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joshua radin - the fear you won't fall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-2161922709891456129?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/2161922709891456129/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=2161922709891456129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/2161922709891456129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/2161922709891456129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/08/pick-me-choose-me-love-me.html' title='Pick *me*. Choose *me*. Love *me*.'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-4369337838631228166</id><published>2009-08-26T00:30:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T01:11:13.766+03:00</updated><title type='text'>6 zile de vara.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SpRhAMXS0GI/AAAAAAAAA_M/EzKJcS19Qw4/s1600-h/DSC02884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SpRhAMXS0GI/AAAAAAAAA_M/EzKJcS19Qw4/s320/DSC02884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374026911306666082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ma infioara din nou trecerea timpului.Poate sunt egoista in cazul asta, dar l-as opri..mi-e bine acum, asa.&lt;br /&gt;Parca se rupe ceva din interiorul meu cand vad cum verdele paleste..serile nu mai sunt calde ,iar zilele din ce in ce mai scurte.E doar cursul firesc al naturii, nu ne putem impotrivi..dar, totusi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/carmen36/6babe67cab8c6f.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/carmen36/6babe67cab8c6f.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingrid Michaelson - Breakable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-4369337838631228166?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/4369337838631228166/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=4369337838631228166&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/4369337838631228166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/4369337838631228166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/08/6-zile-de-vara.html' title='6 zile de vara.'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SpRhAMXS0GI/AAAAAAAAA_M/EzKJcS19Qw4/s72-c/DSC02884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-5832273335898602348</id><published>2009-08-24T12:23:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T13:06:19.122+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Resuscitare?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SpJi6JKyUdI/AAAAAAAAA-8/2tW88MpyQY4/s1600-h/Nothing_Can_Come_Between_Us_by_MultiCurious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SpJi6JKyUdI/AAAAAAAAA-8/2tW88MpyQY4/s320/Nothing_Can_Come_Between_Us_by_MultiCurious.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373466056439517650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ce traim de fapt?&lt;br /&gt;Suntem adevarati &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cautatori de comori&lt;/span&gt; in viata, nu-i asa?Aspiram la un munte de lucruri, mai mult sau mai putin palpabile: bani, avere, prieteni, masini, putere, fericire..si orice altceva care ne poate face viata mai frumoasa si mai usoara.&lt;br /&gt;Suntem precum magarii, vedem doar inainte..trebuie doar sa ne atingem telul.Ma intreb oare in ce altceva mai consta viata..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fiecare bataie a inimii e un nou inceput, fiecare suflare nu e degeaba.&lt;br /&gt;Inchideti ochii doar,puneti mana pe inima sa o simtiti..si ascultati respiratia. Ei?Nimic?Ati putea sta asa ore intregi..zile..&lt;br /&gt;Hai sa incercam altfel; de data asta incetati sa mai respirati.Ati putea sta asa cateva clipe doar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In drumul asta numit fara noima &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;viata&lt;/span&gt; incercati sa va opriti si la cei pe langa care treceti, sa ascultati daca inima bate inca..E usor sa fii egoist, nerecunoscator si nepasator, nu?Sa negi ce nu-ti convine..sa-ti acoperi urechile si sa fugi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E pe propria raspundere pana la urma..sau pe propriul suflet.&lt;br /&gt;Cine stie daca se va mai opri cineva si la tine.&lt;br /&gt;Nu-i nimic.&lt;br /&gt;Ai putea rezista si asa..cateva clipe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Pufossu/6e9028e3d80cab.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Pufossu/6e9028e3d80cab.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael Stipe feat Chris Martin - In the sun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Divertisment" title="Divertisment"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Divertisment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-5832273335898602348?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/5832273335898602348/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=5832273335898602348&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/5832273335898602348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/5832273335898602348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/08/resuscitare.html' title='Resuscitare?'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SpJi6JKyUdI/AAAAAAAAA-8/2tW88MpyQY4/s72-c/Nothing_Can_Come_Between_Us_by_MultiCurious.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-2963515477834704772</id><published>2009-08-24T00:50:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T01:10:58.357+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Coup de foudre.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SpG-bIwMjQI/AAAAAAAAA-s/SnMYEt3Gx_g/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SpG-bIwMjQI/AAAAAAAAA-s/SnMYEt3Gx_g/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373285203845090562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..sau dragoste la prima vedere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V-as adresa si voua intrebarea ,mult consacrata.. credeti in dragoste la prima vedere?Cum ati cataloga acest..feeling?Sau mai bine zis..cred ca e un intreg arsenal de feeling' uri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca mie mi-ar fi adresata intrebarea..as raspunde in felul acesta: da, cred cu desavarsire..DAR..&lt;br /&gt;Cred in doua feluri de astfel de dragoste :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Atunci cand , obligat e nevoie de o a2a privire. In acel moment,dragostea este doar din partea unuia..nu e impartasita.O numesc tot asa..deoarece..atunci cand il privesti pe celalalt o faci cu sufletul si sentimentele tale, indiferent daca de partea cealalta e ceva, nimic sau doar compasiune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si 2. Atunci cand nu-ti mai simti picioarele de emotie la vederea celuilalt..nu poti controla bataile inimii, tremuri din toate incheieturile, simti ceva dubios in stomac...si nu-ti gasesti cuvintele. Si ce e mai important..starile acestea sunt prezente la ambele persoane.Cert este ca..atunci cand te uiti la celalalt ai impresia ca vezi totul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am trait ambele situatii.Prima e dureroasa cand te trezesti din visare; a2a e cam..permanenta, pentru ca vorbim deja de real.Poate unii nu au sansa sa treaca prin niciuna din situatii niciodata in viata..iar altii refuza inconstient..pentru ca sunt prea lasi sa iubeasca..necunoscutul, de la prima  privire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-2963515477834704772?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/2963515477834704772/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=2963515477834704772&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/2963515477834704772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/2963515477834704772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/08/coup-de-foudre.html' title='Coup de foudre.'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SpG-bIwMjQI/AAAAAAAAA-s/SnMYEt3Gx_g/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-4925867384955768460</id><published>2009-08-22T00:26:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T00:39:14.447+03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Impermeabile"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/So8Tp1CXIlI/AAAAAAAAA-U/qxz70Ef6CoU/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/So8Tp1CXIlI/AAAAAAAAA-U/qxz70Ef6CoU/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372534489808839250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cati dintre voi nu pierdeti ore bune atunci cand va puneti seara in pat sa dormiti, uitandu-va pe tavan, reflectand si gandindu-va la..orice?!Se zice ca noaptea e cel mai bun sfetnic.O fi asa?Uneori imi pun in minte lucruri pe care, noaptea in acel moment sunt capabila sa le fac, sa le realizez indubitabil; apoi dimineata, cu m intea limpede imi spun "Dumnezeule, ce tampenii m-au tinut pe mine treaza..cum sa cred ca pot face asa ceva".&lt;br /&gt;Eh, e ciudata mintea umana..prea complexa pentru mine;poate e nevoie si de o imaginatie bogata sau putina insomnie..sau cine stie.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt o persoana puternica..in stare sa infrunt multe situatii..asta aparent..pentru ca pusa in fata faptului implinit..neah, nu mai e la fel.Oricum, oricat de puternic esti..tot ai nevoie de sprijin.&lt;br /&gt;Unul din lucrurile de care imi este teama..e necunoscutul.De exemplu..viitorul.E un necunoscut. Nu-s genul care sa faca planuri, nici macar pentru ziua ce vine, dar uneori..involuntar sunt pusa in fata unor situatii exclusiv rezervate viitorului, dar care au nevoie de rezolvare in prezent..e dificl sa mai spui "lasa sa ajungem pana atunci".Si eu tot fug de ele..apoi ma lovesc din nou, la fel de involuntar.&lt;br /&gt;Si daca ma gandesc mai bine..tot timpul le rezolva pe toate..ca de aia e timp. Trebuie doar sa avem grija sa nu ne complicam singuri..la asta ne pricepem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-4925867384955768460?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/4925867384955768460/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=4925867384955768460&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/4925867384955768460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/4925867384955768460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/08/impermeabile.html' title='&quot;Impermeabile&quot;'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/So8Tp1CXIlI/AAAAAAAAA-U/qxz70Ef6CoU/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-612753930175282559</id><published>2009-08-22T00:11:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T01:19:32.724+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cica's premianta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SpHAb56gTWI/AAAAAAAAA-0/jomRJ5vhNJY/s1600-h/album_pic%5B2%5D.jpgpremio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SpHAb56gTWI/AAAAAAAAA-0/jomRJ5vhNJY/s200/album_pic%5B2%5D.jpgpremio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373287416064920930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multumesc mult &lt;a href="http://hiindiba.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mic&lt;/a&gt; pt premiu.De fapt..multumesc pt ca sunt citita inca.&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu care si cum a mai primit, am vazut ca e un fel de leapsa..eu totusi o sa-l ofer unor persoane pe care le-as citi si in somn :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://din2009.blogspot.com/"&gt;Leo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://5zambete.blogspot.com/"&gt;5 zambete&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cora-pedagogik.blogspot.com/"&gt;CORA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://perfect-or-not.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kali&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesoudofrain.blogspot.com/"&gt;Halatel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si multi altii..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-612753930175282559?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/612753930175282559/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=612753930175282559&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/612753930175282559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/612753930175282559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/08/cicas-premianta.html' title='Cica&apos;s premianta.'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SpHAb56gTWI/AAAAAAAAA-0/jomRJ5vhNJY/s72-c/album_pic%5B2%5D.jpgpremio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-1142183815942944048</id><published>2009-08-15T17:42:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T17:50:25.280+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SobLI81chyI/AAAAAAAAA-E/bS8HMmDwE9E/s1600-h/girl+on+the+beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SobLI81chyI/AAAAAAAAA-E/bS8HMmDwE9E/s320/girl+on+the+beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370202960315582242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In primul rand La Multi Ani tuturor sarbatoritilor de astazi, fiti mandri ca purtati numele Sfintei Fecioare. Multa sanatate si tot binele din lume..si deschideti ochii la ce aveti acum, nu va doriti mai mult, unele lucruri vin de la sine, poate fara sa fie asteptate.&lt;br /&gt;N-am mai apucat sa postez nimic..pustiu pe aici. Am fost plecata la tara la bunici.&lt;br /&gt;Detest timpul si viteza lui de a trece odata cu noi..parca nici nu ai timp sa clipesti bine ca..gata s-a mai dus o zi.&lt;br /&gt;Parca nici nu ai suficient..timp, sa te saturi de anumite momente..sa le simti.Mai e putin din vara..asa cum ziceam si anul trecut pe vremea asta..sa ne bucuram de ultimele saptamani insorite..fara griji. Traiti clipa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-1142183815942944048?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/1142183815942944048/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=1142183815942944048&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/1142183815942944048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/1142183815942944048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/08/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SobLI81chyI/AAAAAAAAA-E/bS8HMmDwE9E/s72-c/girl+on+the+beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-4085726807984625752</id><published>2009-08-04T23:19:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T23:28:49.319+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamu` are 1 anisor in blogosfera!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SniYVXC1k8I/AAAAAAAAA98/7ztHkZY38D0/s1600-h/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SniYVXC1k8I/AAAAAAAAA98/7ztHkZY38D0/s320/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366206448742536130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand mi-am propus acum 1 an sa scriu pe un blog..nu cred ca am stiut exact in ce ma bag,daca ma pot exprima si asa, desi suna amuzant. Nu sunt nebuna , cel putin nu in sensu` ala..retard, dar pot afirma cu mana pe inima ca..atunci cand am vrut sa ma descarc sa zic tot, stiam unde sa fac asta.Citeam primele mele post`uri..unele ma amuza, altele ma fac sa realizez ca..am devenit mult mai optimista si increzatoare..in mine. Erau cam zero partile astea la mine. Mi-am facut multi prieteni virtuali..unii imi inteleg "limba" in care vorbesc si vin cu sfaturi..altii poate habar nu au ce indrug eu, dar ma incurajeaza si imi canta in struna. Eu tin sa multumesc tuturor care m-au citit, care ma citesc regulat si..celor care vor ajunge pe aici. Macar stiu ca nu bat campii degeaba..singura.Va imbratisez pe fiecare calduros!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Un blog e ca..un eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-4085726807984625752?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/4085726807984625752/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=4085726807984625752&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/4085726807984625752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/4085726807984625752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/08/dreamu-are-1-anisor-in-blogosfera.html' title='Dreamu` are 1 anisor in blogosfera!'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SniYVXC1k8I/AAAAAAAAA98/7ztHkZY38D0/s72-c/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-3486501459915839250</id><published>2009-07-29T18:21:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T18:27:30.280+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pentru ca e vara.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SnBqNDLN0AI/AAAAAAAAA90/Cx_zosnVKPg/s1600-h/DSC02981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SnBqNDLN0AI/AAAAAAAAA90/Cx_zosnVKPg/s320/DSC02981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363903928621453314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SnBqMpujTlI/AAAAAAAAA9s/vGqC9DkPKfI/s1600-h/DSC02888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SnBqMpujTlI/AAAAAAAAA9s/vGqC9DkPKfI/s320/DSC02888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363903921790340690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SnBqMKtus5I/AAAAAAAAA9k/BRYhq9ERgEg/s1600-h/DSC02883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SnBqMKtus5I/AAAAAAAAA9k/BRYhq9ERgEg/s320/DSC02883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363903913465394066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SnBqLlfszWI/AAAAAAAAA9c/X-l34nWgdNo/s1600-h/DSC02877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SnBqLlfszWI/AAAAAAAAA9c/X-l34nWgdNo/s320/DSC02877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363903903474437474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SnBqLVk285I/AAAAAAAAA9U/keh6ehG7cPw/s1600-h/DSC02855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SnBqLVk285I/AAAAAAAAA9U/keh6ehG7cPw/s320/DSC02855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363903899201106834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-3486501459915839250?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/3486501459915839250/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=3486501459915839250&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/3486501459915839250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/3486501459915839250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/07/pentru-ca-e-vara.html' title='Pentru ca e vara.'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SnBqNDLN0AI/AAAAAAAAA90/Cx_zosnVKPg/s72-c/DSC02981.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-1120922661806316537</id><published>2009-07-29T15:11:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T15:21:20.057+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sub acelasi cer..simtim aceeasi dragoste.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SnA-J_B8dLI/AAAAAAAAA9E/83DzwWsq3lo/s1600-h/Sunrise_behind_the_Mountain_by_Mari_lilac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SnA-J_B8dLI/AAAAAAAAA9E/83DzwWsq3lo/s320/Sunrise_behind_the_Mountain_by_Mari_lilac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363855497457595570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mi-e dor..tu ai vazut rasaritul la coltul continentului pe malul apei..eu apusul pe partea cealalta a continentului pe malul apei; dar amandoi vedem aceleasi stele pe cer..si ne dorim..acolo amandoi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Si m-a lasat fara cuvinte..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-1120922661806316537?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/1120922661806316537/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=1120922661806316537&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/1120922661806316537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/1120922661806316537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/07/avem-acelasi-cersimtim-aceeasi-dragoste.html' title='Sub acelasi cer..simtim aceeasi dragoste.'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SnA-J_B8dLI/AAAAAAAAA9E/83DzwWsq3lo/s72-c/Sunrise_behind_the_Mountain_by_Mari_lilac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-5685157449437033039</id><published>2009-07-29T13:11:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T13:27:55.842+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hibernez</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SnAkBd0gtBI/AAAAAAAAA8g/w5PQkLScW1E/s1600-h/P1010507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SnAkBd0gtBI/AAAAAAAAA8g/w5PQkLScW1E/s200/P1010507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363826763801605138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar am starea aceea de om inutil. Am evadat pe la mare vreo 5 zile..m-am intors cu si mai putina energie decat aveam inainte si ..ce lucru mai bun de facut decat filme si somn? Trebuia sa recuperez fiecare noapte pierduta in blestematul de cort. Sau ma rog..bucati din noapte.&lt;br /&gt;E dragut sa mergi la mare..munte..eu stiu, undeva in excursie doar cu persoane de aceeasi varsta, fara adulti.(Vorba aia,,avem si noi 18, suntem adulti )&lt;br /&gt;Sau nu.&lt;br /&gt;Probabil mai avem de invatat despre convietuirile astea..despre faptul ca suntem un grup cu prieteni chiar apropiati..nu straini. Ca dimineata nu plecam ca oile : 2 odata..inca 2..apoi vin si restu. E clar ca nu poti sa-i satisfaci pe toti..unii vor sa doarma mai mult, altii nu au chef sa mearga la plaja(in cazul nostru), altora le e foame. Dar..ma gandeam eu asa ca, putea fi facut un mic efort ca sa impacam si capra si varza.Dar..fie, n-a fost asa. De aia cred, ca oamenii maturi au mai multa grija de situatiile astea.&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai zic..seara, cand trebuia sa ne intoarcem in camping..unu' vroia de la ora 23, altu vroia sa mai stea..pe unul il dureau picioarele..si tot asa. Recunosc ca mai eram si eu printre astia, dar  ma puteam conforma, dupa majoritate, fara figuri.&lt;br /&gt;Ah da..cand mergeti undeva cu cortul luati-va 5  saltele, inca ma doare spatele de la blestematul de sac. Desi , am fost primite vreo 2 nopti, eu si cele 2 prietene cu care am impartit "camera" in cortul unui prieten(de 3 persoane) care dormea singur si avea saltea. Parca eram sardine. Macar nu ne-a mai durut spatele.&lt;br /&gt;Ce sa zic.. am mai evadat putin din rutina zilnica..intr-un sfarsit,a fost dragut, cu toate..figurile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: poza e de anu trecut..le astept inca pe cele de anul asta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-5685157449437033039?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/5685157449437033039/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=5685157449437033039&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/5685157449437033039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/5685157449437033039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/07/hibernez.html' title='Hibernez'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SnAkBd0gtBI/AAAAAAAAA8g/w5PQkLScW1E/s72-c/P1010507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-5292265695895881030</id><published>2009-07-16T23:38:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T00:43:22.367+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa stii ca-mi lipsesti..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sl-eBzX87ZI/AAAAAAAAA8A/KXDgcT-xwi4/s1600-h/i-miss-you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sl-eBzX87ZI/AAAAAAAAA8A/KXDgcT-xwi4/s320/i-miss-you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359175835401907602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E ca ploaia asta.&lt;br /&gt;Cu fiecare picatura care loveste pamantul, cu fiecare secunda care trece..cand picatura patrunde in pamant, viata ia..viata,din nou.&lt;br /&gt;Asa e si cu ea.&lt;br /&gt;Cu fiecare secunda care se scurge in lipsa ta..dragostea devine mai puternica.Patrunde in suflet si asa dragostea..ia viata.&lt;br /&gt;Nu trebuie sa-ti fie teama  de distanta si tacere.Poate ca da, ai dreptate..aduc teama si indoiala, dar nu indeparteaza increderea si dragostea. Nu .Pentru ca nici daca ar incerca n-as permite.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt ca adierea vantului..uneori  pare ca nu o simti, dar e acolo. Sunt ca..luna cerului, te priveste doar cand dormi si ziua te calauzeste fara ca tu sa o vezi.&lt;br /&gt;Nu sunt umbra ta..nu apar doar cand e soare. Sunt o parte din tine, nici macar ..nu apar. Sunt permanent acolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Se spune ca vremea-i frumoasa&lt;br /&gt;Atunci cand in suflet e soare..&lt;br /&gt;Se spune ca vremea-i mai rece&lt;br /&gt;Atunci cand in suflet te doare..&lt;br /&gt;Se spune ca vantul nu bate deloc cand iubesti,&lt;br /&gt;Doar frunezele toate se misca..&lt;br /&gt;Sa stii ca-mi lipsesti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-5292265695895881030?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/5292265695895881030/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=5292265695895881030&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/5292265695895881030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/5292265695895881030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/07/sa-stii-ca-mi-lipsesti.html' title='Sa stii ca-mi lipsesti..'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sl-eBzX87ZI/AAAAAAAAA8A/KXDgcT-xwi4/s72-c/i-miss-you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-397348920840816330</id><published>2009-07-16T15:02:00.029+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T12:23:39.957+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cele mai frumoase filme romantice/drame.</title><content type='html'>In zile calduroase ca aceasta si fara chef de nimic, merge bine ceva rece..inca ceva, dulce..si un film bun.N-am sa tin cont de marile topuri de filme. Eu va recomand ce am vizionat cu drag si cu emotie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sa plasez 3 filme pt fiecare loc, deoarece sunt mult prea multe care mi-au placut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Locul 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sl8ZXfjV9uI/AAAAAAAAA5A/3ojZrwQhZlM/s1600-h/my_sassy_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sl8ZXfjV9uI/AAAAAAAAA5A/3ojZrwQhZlM/s200/my_sassy_girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359029972991604450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sl8Z3e3AI5I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/UcDGswSqTcg/s1600-h/the-notebook-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sl8Z3e3AI5I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/UcDGswSqTcg/s200/the-notebook-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359030522561438610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sl8aADANNhI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/tDiHyJEcIsw/s1600-h/17911633_406pxA_Walk_To_Remember_Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sl8aADANNhI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/tDiHyJEcIsw/s200/17911633_406pxA_Walk_To_Remember_Poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359030669702673938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Sassy Girl (2007)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Notebook (2004)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A walk to remember (2002)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Locul 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sl8bGmJlZaI/AAAAAAAAA5g/KgMBG4_2lSQ/s1600-h/august_rush_ver6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sl8bGmJlZaI/AAAAAAAAA5g/KgMBG4_2lSQ/s200/august_rush_ver6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359031881728091554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sl8bNYNAhiI/AAAAAAAAA5o/3z7BYsnXX10/s1600-h/poster_seven_pounds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sl8bNYNAhiI/AAAAAAAAA5o/3z7BYsnXX10/s200/poster_seven_pounds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359031998243440162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sl8bUgg5dLI/AAAAAAAAA5w/PRSfFiFVA78/s1600-h/LoveMeIfYouDare2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sl8bUgg5dLI/AAAAAAAAA5w/PRSfFiFVA78/s200/LoveMeIfYouDare2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359032120733430962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;August Rush (2008)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seven Pounds (2008)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love me if you dare(2003)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Locul 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sl8e1WsFX-I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/bYO8BTUj-L0/s1600-h/ps_i_love_you_film_movie_torrent_download.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sl8e1WsFX-I/AAAAAAAAA6Q/bYO8BTUj-L0/s200/ps_i_love_you_film_movie_torrent_download.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359035983566561250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sl8e1jT6IdI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/nbEU7GDhntc/s1600-h/If_only_02_%282004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sl8e1jT6IdI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/nbEU7GDhntc/s200/If_only_02_%282004%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359035986954822098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sl8e13M8KvI/AAAAAAAAA6g/HP4wSiOJzP8/s1600-h/the-holiday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sl8e13M8KvI/AAAAAAAAA6g/HP4wSiOJzP8/s200/the-holiday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359035992294304498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;P.s: I Love You (2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If Only (2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;The Holiday(2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Locul 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sl8crCuP3rI/AAAAAAAAA54/qedFtrOH3i8/s1600-h/the_lake_house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sl8crCuP3rI/AAAAAAAAA54/qedFtrOH3i8/s200/the_lake_house.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359033607384981170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sl8c1wSe2lI/AAAAAAAAA6A/5dKefmYNEo0/s1600-h/Sweet-November-7321979189972-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sl8c1wSe2lI/AAAAAAAAA6A/5dKefmYNEo0/s200/Sweet-November-7321979189972-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359033791415245394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sl8c2FcvwTI/AAAAAAAAA6I/Tpg2xd19z1Y/s1600-h/pearl+harbour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sl8c2FcvwTI/AAAAAAAAA6I/Tpg2xd19z1Y/s200/pearl+harbour.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359033797095440690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Lake House (2006)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sweet November (2001)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pearl Harbor(2001)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Locul 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sl8g0llk83I/AAAAAAAAA7A/vbSTqR-lZJs/s1600-h/serendipity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sl8g0llk83I/AAAAAAAAA7A/vbSTqR-lZJs/s200/serendipity.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359038169409188722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sl8hFEWd5LI/AAAAAAAAA7I/DzraxMHFg0k/s1600-h/eternalsunshinepubv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sl8hFEWd5LI/AAAAAAAAA7I/DzraxMHFg0k/s200/eternalsunshinepubv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359038452545217714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sl8h6VX7sOI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/6JsRjt2UQ1s/s1600-h/user3203_1176973910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sl8h6VX7sOI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/6JsRjt2UQ1s/s200/user3203_1176973910.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359039367647834338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sl8hjD8ZMlI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/pSiquXgthac/s1600-h/wedding_date.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sl8hjD8ZMlI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/pSiquXgthac/s200/wedding_date.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359038967831933522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Serendipity (2001)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind(2004)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;License to wed (2007)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The wedding date (2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Primesc cu mare caldura si alte sugestii pentru ca am cam epuizat filmele de dragoste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Si va recomand alte filme  care m-au impresionat enorm si nu intra in categoriile de mai sus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sl8fjN9AMbI/AAAAAAAAA6o/fZ4cS6YQkj8/s1600-h/freedomwriters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sl8fjN9AMbI/AAAAAAAAA6o/fZ4cS6YQkj8/s200/freedomwriters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359036771495588274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sl8foqrCWdI/AAAAAAAAA6w/-KgHM1-N6s0/s1600-h/The_Shawshank_Redemption_1211290441_1994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sl8foqrCWdI/AAAAAAAAA6w/-KgHM1-N6s0/s200/The_Shawshank_Redemption_1211290441_1994.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359036865104206290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sl8mJeg_jyI/AAAAAAAAA74/R-P29HRl9Jw/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sl8mJeg_jyI/AAAAAAAAA74/R-P29HRl9Jw/s200/18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359044025846304546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sl8jHtT4MgI/AAAAAAAAA7w/t-R7q82cO3Y/s1600-h/the-majestic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sl8jHtT4MgI/AAAAAAAAA7w/t-R7q82cO3Y/s200/the-majestic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359040696923206146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sl8jHHlGKHI/AAAAAAAAA7o/b4hMN0HVrLE/s1600-h/schindlers-list-DVDcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sl8jHHlGKHI/AAAAAAAAA7o/b4hMN0HVrLE/s200/schindlers-list-DVDcover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359040686794877042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sl8ipzgNMhI/AAAAAAAAA7g/610PNx2nvQU/s1600-h/the-illusionist_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sl8ipzgNMhI/AAAAAAAAA7g/610PNx2nvQU/s200/the-illusionist_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359040183189451282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Freedom writers (crima, drama- 2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Shawshank Redemption (drama -1994)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Memoires of a Geisha (Drama,Romantic-2005)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Majestic (comedie, drama- 2001)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Schindler's List(Biografic,Drama,Istoric,Razboi-1993)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Illusionist (aventuri,Drama,Romantic,Thriller-2006)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Deci, vizionare placuta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Later edit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Inca 2 filme care m-au facut sa plang.Frumoase tare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SmBCcckHOxI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/Pufd2ve9PUE/s1600-h/blinddating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SmBCcckHOxI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/Pufd2ve9PUE/s200/blinddating.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359356613042322194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SmBCcasenBI/AAAAAAAAA8I/ql1pFU1RHi8/s1600-h/50FirstDates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SmBCcasenBI/AAAAAAAAA8I/ql1pFU1RHi8/s200/50FirstDates.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359356612540537874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blind dating (comedie romantica 2007)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;50 first dates (comedie romantica 2004)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/9080561130714120235-397348920840816330?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/397348920840816330/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=397348920840816330&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/397348920840816330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/397348920840816330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/07/cele-mai-frumoase-filme-romanticedrame.html' title='Cele mai frumoase filme romantice/drame.'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sl8ZXfjV9uI/AAAAAAAAA5A/3ojZrwQhZlM/s72-c/my_sassy_girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-2166936089149267588</id><published>2009-07-14T23:13:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:37:10.695+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Si cica viata are prioritate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Slzsbg_1h-I/AAAAAAAAA4w/4EFl_aM5iA4/s1600-h/colant.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Slzsbg_1h-I/AAAAAAAAA4w/4EFl_aM5iA4/s320/colant.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358417614122354658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veneam acasa in seara asta pe la 10 jumate, dupa o seara superba..eram in maxi taxi cu prietenul meu si am surprins un accident, care a avut loc in plina strada ( Potcoava de aur, pt cei din gl). Daca v-as da o singura incercare sa-mi spuneti ce/cine credeti ca a cauzat accidentul, pun pariu ca 90% dintre voi veti ghici raspunsul. Da, un motociclist. Nu stiu exact cum s-a intamplat, cert e ca ..initial am vazut multa lume adunata , apoi un tip intins pe jos, pe trotuar..dupa cate am reusit sa vad cred ca era inconstient..apoi am sesizat cu stupoare ca pe trecerea de pietoni era o femeie si ea lata pe jos..nu se misca si o droaie de curiosi aplecati asupra sa. Atat am reusit sa vad, pentru ca am simtit cum mi se inmuiau picioarele si mainele si mi se facuse rau. Noroc ca prietenul meu a fost mai inteligent ca mine , m-a luat in brate si nu m-a mai lasat sa privesc.Peste vreo 3 minute a trecut si o masina Smurd pe langa noi.&lt;br /&gt;E ciudat sa vezi asemena scene..cred ca e al 2lea incident de genul acesta pe care il surprind. Cand vezi in filme sau chiar la stiri..nu au acelasi impact sau nu afecteaza deloc.Dar cand esti de fata si ..mai ales stateam si ma gandeam ca putea fi oricine in locul fetei care trecea strada ca un om normal.&lt;br /&gt;Cei mai rau e ca..asemena indivizi cu scutere, motociclete sau ce naiba sunt alea..se inmultesc pe zi ce trece. Nu ar fi ceva rau in asta, daca ar conduce cu prudenta..cu simt de raspundere asupra vietii. In Galati s-au intamplat o groaza de accidente cauzate de cei care au mania aceasta. Cand te plimbi pe faleza superioara e imposibil sa mergi mai multi metri fara sa dai de o cruce plasata in locul unde au murit motociclisti..sau victimele lor.&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie luata o masura in legatura cu intamplarie astea. Oare nu-si pune nimeni nicio intrebare? Cum de moare atata lume din cauza lor?Pentru ce?Pentru adrenalina si senzatii extreme?Pentru ca sunt ei imparatii soselelor?Si viata..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-2166936089149267588?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/2166936089149267588/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=2166936089149267588&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/2166936089149267588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/2166936089149267588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/07/si-cica-viata-are-prioritate.html' title='Si cica viata are prioritate.'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Slzsbg_1h-I/AAAAAAAAA4w/4EFl_aM5iA4/s72-c/colant.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-2411626991357205203</id><published>2009-07-14T12:20:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T01:20:17.677+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poveste..(5-  Nu e niciodata prea tarziu..)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SlxVutHD7GI/AAAAAAAAA4g/cHqTzsmvvZw/s1600-h/Boyandgirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 169px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SlxVutHD7GI/AAAAAAAAA4g/cHqTzsmvvZw/s400/Boyandgirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358251917535603810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Februarie.&lt;br /&gt;O macina zi de zi, ceva in interior;Vocea probabil dezmintea,uneori.dar inima nu putea sa o minta..asa ca a acceptat ca ii este un dor imens de el, ca il iubeste cu mult mai mult, decat cu o luna inainte. Ochii care nu se vad se uita? "E o prostie", isi zicea. Daca ochii aceia ii ai zi de zi in mintea ta, ii vezi..ti-e dor de privirea lor..cum sa-i uiti? Nu. Ochii care nu se vad, se atrag mai mult.&lt;br /&gt;Mergea sa se intalneasca cu prietenele. Inainte de asta..acasa , a avut parte de o cearta urata..vroia sa se descarce, sa povesteasca cuiva..cuiva care ii pasa. A luat telefonul, a format..primul numar care i-a venit in cap.N-a ezitat nicio secunda, nu se astepta ca sa-i raspunda cineva si nu i-ar fi parut rau nici in acel caz..ea a facut doar ce i-a dictat inima,pentru ca nu avea orgoliu, nu-l avusese vreodata..&lt;br /&gt;A raspuns, da. El..Imaginati-va ca, va certati foarte urat cu o persoana la care tineti mult, rupeti orice legatura si intr-o seara va treziti cu un telefon de la respectivul, care vorbeste ca si cand nimic nu s-ar fi intamplat, amiabil..cu emotie in voce.Cum ati reactiona?&lt;br /&gt;Au vorbit..38 de minute.Nimic legat de ce a fost in trecut legat de ei doi. Ea s-a plans si i-a povestit ce avea pe suflet, dar care erau doar maruntisuri..pe langa povara ca il iubeste si ca nu-i poate spune asta. El, cu aceeasi voce calda, a sfatuit-o ce a considerat ca ar fi bine.Au mai vorbit doar lucruri elementare..scoala, sanatate..prostii. Cand a ajuns la destinatie, ea..a trebuit sa incheie convorbirea..care nu s-a mai terminat cu "te iubesc"..ci cu.."mai vorbim,pa pa ".&lt;br /&gt;Prietenele ei..au certat-o putin, dar ..ea le-a asigurat " nu am facut decat sa vorbim, nu ma impac cu el niciodata!".Nu stiu daca a fost doar un pretext pentru ca prietenele ei sa taca, sau ca  inima ei sa inceteze sa mai bata cu atata rapiditate.&lt;br /&gt;Si-a propus sa uite ce a facut. A intrat intr-o relatie, pentru ca avea impresia ca..altcineva o va ajuta sa uite.El era intr-o alta relatie de putin timp.&lt;br /&gt;Si..&lt;br /&gt;Duminica, 8 februarie, 12:56..a primit un sms..de la numarul lui :"Te Iubesc!". As vrea sa va pot descrie ce a fost in sufletul ei atunci, dar nu stiu daca gasesc o comparatie..o alta situatie.&lt;br /&gt;10 februarie , de la el..pt ea "Cat poti sa-mi lipsesti".&lt;br /&gt;Au continuat sa vorbeasca prin mesaje..Ea nu mai inselase niciodata pe cineva, ii parea rau pentru cel cu care era, dar nu-l vedea decat un prieten.&lt;br /&gt;Si..s-au vazut , pe ascuns, (teoretic, pt ca au fost vazuti de o prietena a celei cu care era el) . A fost emotionant, ciudat..frumos.Nu se mai saturau unul de celalalt..&lt;br /&gt;Ea s-a despartit de prietenul ei, pe 14 februarie..urat din partea sa, ce-i drept.. insa el,inca era prins in relatia aceea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;va urma..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/07/poveste4-orice-inceput-are-si-un.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;citeste-Poveste part4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-2411626991357205203?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/2411626991357205203/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=2411626991357205203&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/2411626991357205203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/2411626991357205203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/07/poveste5-nu-e-niciodata-prea-tarziu.html' title='Poveste..(5-  Nu e niciodata prea tarziu..)'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SlxVutHD7GI/AAAAAAAAA4g/cHqTzsmvvZw/s72-c/Boyandgirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-6986678001509642471</id><published>2009-07-13T15:53:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T01:23:40.007+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poveste..(4- Orice inceput are si un sfarsit..)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SlsvgE-HnrI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/1V-3Yk9WYBk/s1600-h/in_memory_of____by_defenestratedduck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SlsvgE-HnrI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/1V-3Yk9WYBk/s400/in_memory_of____by_defenestratedduck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357928409823944370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ea a trecut peste..a incercat sa uite, cel putin facea tot posibilul sa nu mai aminteasca despre acel incident care a marcat-o..Si a venit randul ei sa se destinuie.Era o seara de Noiembrie, faceau 2 luni..deh,mare lucru, o sa spuneti. El avea mania de a face lucruri nebunesti, nu pentru a o impresiona ci pentru ca..era fericit ca o avea alaturi si era in stare de orice. Asa ca, s-a dus in mijlocul strazii..si a stat acolo pana a venit si ea. Fata a incercat sa-l traga, nu de alta dar semaforul urma sa se faca verde.El nu vroia cu niciun chip : "pana nu ma saruti aici in mijlocul&lt;br /&gt;strazii nu ma misc"&lt;br /&gt;ea: " Te Iubesc!" si a fugit repede de acolo lasandu-l pierdut si putin socat..uitand unde e si ca..eventual ar trebui sa plece mai repede pana nu era luat la injuraturi de soferi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stiti..exista si metode mai frumoase de a spune acele doua cuvinte care inseamna atat de mult. Daca intr-adevar crezi ce spui, nu vei trimite un sms..si nici n-o vei face pe mess cu 3 randuri de emoticoane tampite pupacioase. Cred ca si-ar pierde tot farmecul. Trebuie sa simti emotia din momentul acela..sa-l ai pe celalalt lipit de tine, sa-i auzi bataile inimii si sa incerci sa te stapanesti din tremurat. Atunci , da! Nu virtual , nu in scris..nici macar prin telefon. Prima data trebuie sa fie special..asa credea si ea.&lt;/span&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A urmat inca o perioada destul de frumoasa..normal cu certuri ridicole, care duceau la impacari frumoase. Ce-ar fi dragostea fara certuri? Ceva banal. Asta nu inseamna ca trebuie exagerat.&lt;br /&gt;Decembrie, pe la mijlocul lunii..Ei, intre ei era din nou multa tensiune..parca ceva ii impiedicA sa fie fericiti, pentru ca pana la urma..stiau ca sunt facuti unul pentru celalalt. Craciunul a fost urat,&lt;br /&gt;abia vorbeau..de revelion din nou divergente pentru ca nu l-au facut impreuna..ea a vrut sa-l faca cu prietenii ei, nu cu ai lui..Probabil veti spune, important era ca..era el acolo, nu contau prietenii lui..Hmm..nu stiu.In fine. S-au vazut pe 1 ianuarie, dimineata..pe la 4,5.&lt;br /&gt;Ea a simtit-o ca pe o impacare  definitiva..parca intalnirea si sarutul din acea dimineata, demonstrau ca n-o sa se mai schimbe nimic. Si totusi, avea ceva el..Cand parca el isi revenise si nu vroia ca sa se termine totul, a renuntat ea..&lt;br /&gt;S-au despartit la inceputul lunii ianuarie,dupa 4 luni tumultoase. Definitiv.Nu si-au mai vorbit,nu s-au vazut nici macar intamplator, n-au mai stiut nimic unul de celalalt,fiecare a reusit sa mearga pe drumul lui; El in alta relatie peste putin timp, ea singura..pana in februarie, cand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va urma..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/05/poveste3-cat-esti-dispus-sa-te.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;citeste: Poveste part 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-6986678001509642471?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/6986678001509642471/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=6986678001509642471&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/6986678001509642471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/6986678001509642471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/07/poveste4-orice-inceput-are-si-un.html' title='Poveste..(4- Orice inceput are si un sfarsit..)'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SlsvgE-HnrI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/1V-3Yk9WYBk/s72-c/in_memory_of____by_defenestratedduck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-6414596944577311048</id><published>2009-07-08T00:18:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T00:35:51.985+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsaaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;1. Ce iti place sa faci atat de mult, incat ai plati pentru asta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sa rad. Dar ras din acela pana la lesin..pana iti dau lacrimile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;2. Daca ai afla astazi ca mai ai de trait exact 5 ani, ce ai face incepand de maine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mi-ar trebui 1 an sa ma obisnuiesc cu ideea. Hmm..si apoi..un credit la banca, cat de mare, pe care il voi plati de pe lumea 'ailalta..ca sa fac tot ce poate nu mi-am permis pana in acel moment..alaturi de cei apropiati, evident .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;3. Daca ai castiga un milion de euro neimpozabil, ai continua sa faci ce faci acum?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;:))da si inca multe altele pe deasupraa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;4. Peste 15 ani, ce ai vrea sa scrie pe prima pagina despre tine, in cel mai important ziar din tara? Care ar fi titlul articolului?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ea este cea care l-a snopit in bataie pe individul care maltrata caini" :)))))))) e cu doua taisuri:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;5. Ce vrei sa spuna prietenii tai despre tine la ceremonia ta funerara?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"A fost o sotie,mama,fiica,sora,prietena extraordinara..in rest putea sa se abtina;a facut-o dar cam tarziu..si totusi, ne va fi dor de ea." :)) e prea mult?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;6. Dar pe piatra ta funerara ce vrei sa scrie despre tine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nu te apropia. Pericol de scufundare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;7. Cand erai mica ce le raspundeai celor mari la intrebarea: Tu ce vrei sa te faci cand vei fi mare?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Doctorita ,nu va e clar:))?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;8. Ce ai face daca ai sti absolut sigur, dincolo de orice dubiu, ca este imposibil sa esuezi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Nu m-as mai agita ca dobitoaca de la orice lucru banal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;9. Ce ai vrea sa le spuna copiii tai nepotilor tai despre tine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Era nebuna sa nu faceti ca ea, nu in totalitate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;10. Daca ai putea acum sa te proiectezi in viitor, in ultima zi a vietii tale si sa iti iei un interviu, care sunt trei intrebari pe care ti le-ai adresa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Imi pare rau .nu mai dau niciun interviu. Ce pana mea, e ultima zi din viata mea. See ya, didn't wanna be ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se duce la cine se plictiseste, la fel de tare ca si mine:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/9080561130714120235-6414596944577311048?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/6414596944577311048/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=6414596944577311048&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/6414596944577311048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/6414596944577311048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/07/leapsaaa.html' title='Leapsaaa'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-5078321238924827027</id><published>2009-07-07T10:43:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T11:06:02.930+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Carti : Unde esti? ,Marc Levy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SlL_67ilVQI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/_--kcdkS7Ys/s1600-h/f29653-Marc-Levy-Unde-esti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 205px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SlL_67ilVQI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/_--kcdkS7Ys/s320/f29653-Marc-Levy-Unde-esti.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355624294777181442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dragostea adevarata nu piere, nici dincolo de oceane, munti..sau moarte. Asa as descrie eu aceasta carte.&lt;br /&gt;E genul de carte pe care n-o poti lasa din mana, pentru ca astepti cu nerabdare continutul urmatoarei pagini. E totodata un roman 2in 1, daca i-as putea spune asa..pentru ca pe langa o poveste de dragoste se prezinta si o poveste ..de viata; o viata, departe de realitatea noastra de aici..poate fara griji, pentru ca noi doar ne inchipuim ca am avea griji : gen banii sau eu stiu. Acolo banii sunt nuli. Viata are prioritate. Acolo s-a gandit sa mearga unul din personajele principale ale romanului..Susan.Ramasese orfana din copilaria, deci avea idee ce sunt greutatile.. dupa terminarea colegiului se angajeaza intr-o asociatie umanitara care trimite tineri in strainatate, tineri dornici sa ajute oamenii. Astfel ajunge sa infrunte ororile uraganului Fifi din America Centrala, in timp ce..al 2lea personaj principal ..Philip, ramane in Manhattan pentru a-si urma cariera.In acest timp, cei doi isi alimenteaza dragostea prin scrisori..care devin din ce in ce mai rare la un moment dat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se vor revedea doar cateva minute, dupa mai mult timp, distanta intre avionul care o aducea..si cel ce pleca. Philip i-a facut o promisiune, careia atunci nu i-a acordat mare importanta..ca va fi alaturi de ea oricand i s-ar intampla ceva..dar aceasta promisiune ii va schimba viata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-5078321238924827027?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/5078321238924827027/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=5078321238924827027&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/5078321238924827027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/5078321238924827027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/07/carti-unde-esti-marc-levy.html' title='Carti : Unde esti? ,Marc Levy'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SlL_67ilVQI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/_--kcdkS7Ys/s72-c/f29653-Marc-Levy-Unde-esti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-8018729899726456072</id><published>2009-07-06T12:58:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T13:34:26.701+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Intrebare: De ce sunt oamenii atat de rai ? [1]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SlHS3j4FQSI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/wvwzo92No9I/s1600-h/ignorance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SlHS3j4FQSI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/wvwzo92No9I/s320/ignorance.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355293283885334818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Omul e lup fata de om .(David Hume)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Atunci cand un om are repulsie fata de vreun animal, inteleg..probabil se simte superior si de aceea actioneaza uneori inconstient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dar omul fata de om?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E ciudat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1.Poate isi doresc sa aibe ce ai si tu, sa fie ca tine, nu reusesc si te urasc pentru asta. -INVIDIE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2.Alta cauza: se presupune ca are de toate, mai multe ca tine, material si poate intelectual si se comporta superior tie, cu ingamfare si ..rautate, evident.- MANDRIE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Astea ar fi doar 2 situatii, care mi-au venit rapid in minte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dupa parerea mea, un om nu trebuie sa fie neaparat educat ca sa stie ca cel de langa dansul e tot o fiinta. Nimeni nu e mai presus sau mai prejos de nimeni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Si totusi, esti privit cu rautate daca razi zgomotos pe strada cu o prietena.De ce? El nu stie sa rada?Ba da. Dar probabil nu are motive.Si de aceea ti le refuza si pe ale tale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De ce atunci cand mergi cu un autobuz, pe jumatate gol, te asezi si un mos se ia de tine ca nu cedezi locul?Pentru ca vrea sa impuna respect, pentru ca are impresia ca daca are in cont 60 de ani, el are toate greutatile, bolile si lucrurile rele de pe lume; ca este demn de mila oricui si il da la o parte pe tanarul, care..poate a avut un examen dificil si isi mai trage sufletul..poate e bolnav si el, dar fara ca boala sa aiba semne vizibile. Nu , nu se gandeste nimeni la asta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nu pot sa nu va povestesc si ce am patit ieri dimineata. Prietenul meu a venit sa ma astepte in fata blocului sa mergem la biserica. Am coborat si eu si cum era normal, m-a luat in brate si ne-am sarutat..ceva firesc , nu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De la etajul 2, la balcon, statea unul din mirificii mei vecini, care privea..dezolat ca la o catastrofa . Nu l-am observat si, evident a simtit nevoia sa se faca..auzit, prin interjectia " nţ, nţ, nţ " .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ne-am uitat nedumeriti la el, n-am zis nimic si a continuat :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" Nu va e rusine, aici in fata la toata lumea, nesimtitilor, escrocilor, boilor , etc".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(1. Poanta era ca, nu era nici tipenie de om, duminica dimineata in jur de 9; mai ales in fata blocului meu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2.Sunt..bou?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3.N-am zis nimic, ca sa se agite in halul asta.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu nu am reusit sa ma adun, ma frapase. Prietenul meu, nu mai stiu exact ce i-a zis dar i-am pus mana la gura, ca domnu' mos vroia sa vina jos, eventual sarea direct de acolo. (Stiti atunci cand sunt copiii mici si sunt pacaliti de parinti,, care se prefac ca pleaca..si se duc spre usa ...ei asta incerca sa faca individul).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu am apucat sa zic :" care lume?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mosu : "Proasto!Taci, proasto!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tin minte ca mi-am facut cruce, nu-mi venea sa cred cine imi strica mie dimineata..si a reactionat ca ..dracu la gestul meu "ce-ti faci cruce, proasto?".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Au fost chiar mai multe cuvinte urate , dar nu am retinut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deci, ce i-am facut noi mosului libidinos?Daca tot nu l-am jignit deloc ieri, imi permit acum. Putea cel putin sa zica frumos, nu sa zbiere si sa arunce vorbe jignitoare.Pe moment radeam, dar sincer..imi venea sa plang.Urmatoarele 4 ore..m-am simtit rau..psihic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pentru ca oamenii sunt rai!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Va urma..&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/9080561130714120235-8018729899726456072?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/8018729899726456072/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=8018729899726456072&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/8018729899726456072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/8018729899726456072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/07/intrebare-de-ce-sunt-oamenii-atat-de.html' title='Intrebare: De ce sunt oamenii atat de rai ? [1]'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SlHS3j4FQSI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/wvwzo92No9I/s72-c/ignorance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-1511557046764801761</id><published>2009-07-04T13:02:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T13:10:28.585+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Stripper.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sk8o31d2GtI/AAAAAAAAA3I/TBArjMRsOdA/s1600-h/kenney.stripper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sk8o31d2GtI/AAAAAAAAA3I/TBArjMRsOdA/s320/kenney.stripper.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354543421676985042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/mary18me/3bb531334af5af.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/mary18me/3bb531334af5af.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soho Dolls - Stripper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;                                                                     You can call me x,&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can call me y,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can call me z,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can come and try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come and try..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;color:#545559;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;color:#545559;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#545559;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#545559;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;pentru ca ma binedispune enorm ..melodia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;color:#545559;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/9080561130714120235-1511557046764801761?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/1511557046764801761/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=1511557046764801761&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/1511557046764801761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/1511557046764801761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/07/stripper.html' title='Stripper.'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sk8o31d2GtI/AAAAAAAAA3I/TBArjMRsOdA/s72-c/kenney.stripper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-6176859276307272095</id><published>2009-07-03T13:01:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T13:15:35.201+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Prostie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sk3aPC4UDVI/AAAAAAAAA3A/WXGxt66Kq4Y/s1600-h/Garfield2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sk3aPC4UDVI/AAAAAAAAA3A/WXGxt66Kq4Y/s320/Garfield2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354175484019346770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma uitam aseara din greseala la o emisiune..si erau prezentate mai multe modele de la noi din tara(mai mult sau mai putin modele)..stiti voi gen non-vedetele(siliconate si botoxate) mult consacrate la televiziunea poporului sau la alte "impuritati" de emisiuni. Si era una, o stie toata lumea, dar sincer nu am niciun interes sa dau nume..si sustinea ceva ce suna cam asa " in ziua de azi nu mai exista dragoste.Acum te casatoresti din cauza crizei..cu cineva bogat si asta e casnicia.Iubirea e interes nu investesti sentimente in nicio relatie, nu merita".Aproximativ asa a sunat.&lt;div&gt;Bai, poate daca macar era serioasa cand spunea toate astea..era o chestie; dar radea ca..proasta-n targ(mai pe romaneste). M-a frapat efectiv. Cred ca daca eram eu in locul reporterului o scuipam in ochi. Stie ea..prea-inteligenta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ma lasa rece..tot ce se da la tv. Nu mai zic de bietul M.J. care, odata vazut mort il intorc si pe fata si pe dos, scornesc toate tampeniile de pe lume..de parca au ei vreun drept sa-l judece. O fi fost gay, o fi abuzat copii, a avut cea mai tumultoasa viata..dar pana la urma era geniu si trebuie sa admiram artistul din el, nu? Si toate creatiile deosebite lasate mostenire intregii planete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M-am descarcat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-6176859276307272095?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/6176859276307272095/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=6176859276307272095&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/6176859276307272095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/6176859276307272095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/07/prostie.html' title='Prostie.'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sk3aPC4UDVI/AAAAAAAAA3A/WXGxt66Kq4Y/s72-c/Garfield2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-1462585692772664590</id><published>2009-07-03T12:30:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T12:50:33.017+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Inchide ochii..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sk3TqWDTAEI/AAAAAAAAA2A/odyPpnN6yMM/s1600-h/S6004267-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sk3TqWDTAEI/AAAAAAAAA2A/odyPpnN6yMM/s320/S6004267-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354168256440762434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E o liniste care ajunge sa te inspaimante..privesti in jurul tau si realizezi ca orice obiect sau fiinta contempleaza asupra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..propriei stari.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Toate in jur sunt cuprinse de o tacere mortuara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Nu stii care e cauza,dar poate e mai bine sa ramana un mister.Din cand in cand, oftezi..numai ca sa fii sigur ca mai este o farama de viata in incapere.Zambesti, ca sa fii sigur ca mai e o farama din acea dulceata a vietii..te intristezi, pentru ca nimic si nimeni nu-ti poate intoarce zambetul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nu intelegi mare lucru..doar hotarasti sa inchizi ochii, sa-ti astupi urechile si sa te pierzi ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E noaptea cea mai lunga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E dorul..cel mai arzator.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E cosmarul din care te vei trezi singur..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Si iti faci curaj ca sa deschizi ochii. Totul pare altfel. Raze de lumina patrund printre copaci se reflecta in fereastra apoi pe asternut..Totul pare ca respira acum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E cea mai frumoasa dimineata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sk3TT4k4e9I/AAAAAAAAA1w/D0eyNl3foPk/s320/S6000620.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354167870571445202" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-1462585692772664590?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/1462585692772664590/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=1462585692772664590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/1462585692772664590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/1462585692772664590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/07/inchide-ochii.html' title='Inchide ochii..'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sk3TqWDTAEI/AAAAAAAAA2A/odyPpnN6yMM/s72-c/S6004267-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-2307256126462698054</id><published>2009-07-02T14:41:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T14:54:14.730+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacanta &amp; Co.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Skyf2lkTSQI/AAAAAAAAA1o/KcHG6qIgx4s/s1600-h/SA61XX_02_HQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Skyf2lkTSQI/AAAAAAAAA1o/KcHG6qIgx4s/s320/SA61XX_02_HQ.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353829817182800130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce face vacanta din om? Il termina.&lt;br /&gt;Iti propui sa faci multe lucruri de dimineata, ai planul deja intiparit in minte de noaptea trecuta, cand nu-ti gaseai somnul ..sau nu te gasea el pe tine.&lt;br /&gt;Dimineata. Logic, ca nu te-ai trezit la ora 8 cum ti-ai propus. Mai degraba 11, 12. Cand dormi mult, vrei sa dormi si mai mult. Si uite asa te apuca o lene acuta. Mama (in prima faza) trage de tine sa te ridici din pat, pentru ca ea trebuie sa plece la serviciu. Asa adormita cum esti, iti insira o lista lunga de sarcini(faza a2a), pe care involuntar o uiti (Problema e ca nici n-ai auzit-o bine).&lt;div&gt;(In ultima faza)  Aceeasi mama, te ameninta ca nu-ti mai lasa bani..daca nu te ridici din pat. Ei, nu prea mai ai de ales.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si uite asa..a trecut jumatate de zi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nici macar miscare nu-ti vine sa faci. Si parca te auzeai cu o luna inainte :" abia astept sa inceapa vacanta, sa pot alerga pe faleza in fiecare dimineata" . Aha, si marmota?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probabil e ceva in aer..o toxina, un fenomen inexplicabil..de fapt cred ca stiu exact ce e : plictiseala!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La un moment-dat trebuie sa te aduni.Nu de alta, dar ...cand te gandesti ca din septembrie vine cls aXIIa..parca e pacat sa irosesti un timp asa pretios, ca ultima vacanta de vara fara stres.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-2307256126462698054?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/2307256126462698054/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=2307256126462698054&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/2307256126462698054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/2307256126462698054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/07/vacanta-co.html' title='Vacanta &amp; Co.'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Skyf2lkTSQI/AAAAAAAAA1o/KcHG6qIgx4s/s72-c/SA61XX_02_HQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-5188438016733669370</id><published>2009-06-14T12:48:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T13:02:33.094+03:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SjTKSOpRy8I/AAAAAAAAA1g/skdb2M4sotg/s1600-h/Leo(026).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SjTKSOpRy8I/AAAAAAAAA1g/skdb2M4sotg/s320/Leo(026).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347121072113306562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..si te gandesti intotdeauna ca se va termina.&lt;div&gt;Ii este usor cuiva sa te doboare cu simple cuvinte , dar pe cat de simple pe atat de&lt;i&gt; grele&lt;/i&gt; sufletului..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E din cauza ca nu are altceva cu care sa te atace..si foloseste arma limbajului, atat de bine incat ..stai si te gandesti :&lt;i&gt; ma si daca are dreptate ? &lt;/i&gt;Dar nu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..te consumi mult, indiferent daca arati sau nu. Te macina in interior asemenea unor termite care vor sa distruga un arbore tanar. Arborele e prins in radacini, nu se poate misca. Termitele napadesc totul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..dar poate interveni ceva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fiecare are partea sa de rai, indiferent ca este ..intr-o carte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;langa o floare..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..sau langa o persoana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acolo uiti de toate..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si ma ascund in raiul meu.. care-mi pretuieste lacrimile chiar daca-s puerile sau inutile ..cum le vad cei din exterior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Care ma pretuieste pe mine.. &lt;/div&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/9080561130714120235-5188438016733669370?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/5188438016733669370/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=5188438016733669370&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/5188438016733669370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/5188438016733669370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='..'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SjTKSOpRy8I/AAAAAAAAA1g/skdb2M4sotg/s72-c/Leo(026).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-6419348223077595186</id><published>2009-06-13T09:55:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T10:02:29.887+03:00</updated><title type='text'>18 ani.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SjNO0ktP01I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/Mx5S-MLT2wQ/s1600-h/DSC04776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SjNO0ktP01I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/Mx5S-MLT2wQ/s320/DSC04776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346703847732532050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;1991,iunie,joi 13, ora 11.15.De aici informatii la mama.&lt;br /&gt;Am fost un copil obraznic, ma legau de patut ca sa nu ma arunc in cap.Da, suna a sechestru ,dar cand pleci cateva minute  si te intorci sa vezi ce frumos se joaca copilasul tau si ..stupoare vezi peretii de langa patut plini de sange.Care e primul lucru la care v-ati gandi? Nu cred ca vreau sa aflu.Va spun eu : am ros varul de pe pereti cu gingiile si am cam lasat urme.Deci faptul ca eram legata de patut nu se poate numi in niciun caz maltratare a minorului.&lt;br /&gt;Pana pe la 4,5 ani  am stat mai mult pe la bunici la tara.Mancam pietre,excremente de pasare de pe jos.Acum sa nu ma intrebati ce gust aveau,Slava Domnului ca nu-mi amintesc.Mergeam cu bunica pe dealuri ,ea prasea viile sau porumbul..eu ma jucam cu furnicile la umbra nucilor.Mergeam peste tot cu ea;eram practic atasata ca un pui de cangur de mama sa.&lt;br /&gt;Am fost primul copil din familie deci a avut cine sa ma alinte.Eram mereu in centrul atentiei.Ma uitam de exemplu pe o caseta veche de la nunta matusii,sora mamei si..mai mult eram eu filmata decat mireasa;aveam in jur de 5 ani.Eram pasata la fiecare invitat, spalata pe ochi de sarutarile babelor si probabil mi-au latit si obrajii tragandu-ma de parca aveam cauciuc in loc de piele.&lt;br /&gt;La gradinita n-am facut decat grupele mare si pregatitoare.Am fost prima din clasa care a invatat sa citeasca si invatatoarea ma numea sa impart caietele colegilor pentru ca puteam citi numele de pe etichete.&lt;br /&gt;Din clasele primare nu-mi aduc aminte mare lucru, decat ca bateam baietii cu pumnii in stomac si mama se trezea cu reclamatii.Ca si acum de altfel incepeam un lucru si nu-l mai finalizam.In clasa a Va am facut cateva luni de karate , asta pana a trebuit sa dau examen pentru urmatoarea centura.Nu m-am mai dus de frica. Cam putina tarie de caracter pentru o karatista. Prin aVIa am mers cateva luni la atletism, dar m-am plictisit rapid.&lt;br /&gt;Am fost mereu inconjurata de prieteni,majoritatea baieti. Nu am fost niciodata lider intr-un&lt;br /&gt;grup,dar cand luam initiative aveam o putere mare de convingere asupra celor din jur.&lt;br /&gt;Intotdeauna am fost catalogata drept "aia mica si rea".Stiu ca mi-a zis cineva ca dincolo de taria mea s duritatea cuvintelor ascund ceva..poate o slabiciune..poate cine stie.&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu cand au trecut 18 ani, cert e ca vreau sa opresc timpul aici.&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu daca am fost un ghinion pentru cei care m-au intalnit..cert e ca am dat ce-am avut mai bun cand a fost nevoie si cand cineva a meritat.&lt;br /&gt;Eu consider ca timpul nu-ti cere voie sa te lase in urma,sa te ia cu el..sau sa te arunce intr-un viitor anonim.Timpul trece,odata cu noi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-6419348223077595186?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/6419348223077595186/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=6419348223077595186&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/6419348223077595186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/6419348223077595186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/06/18-ani.html' title='18 ani.'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SjNO0ktP01I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/Mx5S-MLT2wQ/s72-c/DSC04776.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-8362303833124358320</id><published>2009-06-04T21:24:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:48:59.169+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Daca..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SigWpOna7DI/AAAAAAAAA1I/cLV-zGGk_Ng/s1600-h/4df32e607185b8cea758bf3b1a4c9ab1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SigWpOna7DI/AAAAAAAAA1I/cLV-zGGk_Ng/s400/4df32e607185b8cea758bf3b1a4c9ab1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343545855428979762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O privesti cum doarme.&lt;br /&gt;Incearca sa descifrezi ce-ti transmit pupilele ce se zbat necontenit..acoperite de pleoapele-i subtiri,unde fiecare vena se cunoaste asemena unor drumuri intr-un labirint.Viata pulseaza.&lt;br /&gt;Se pare ca viseaza ceva..da!&lt;br /&gt;Pare ca o furtuna in abisul ochilor.Si pare a-i fi teama..&lt;br /&gt;Tu..da TU : de ce stai si o privesti doar..?&lt;br /&gt;Nu ai certitudinea ca o poti trezi dintr-un cosmar..ceea ce ar fi ideal,dar incearca.Stii ca orice e acolo,orice ia viata dincolo de pleoape..orice se intampla, e fara tine.Tu stai neputincios si astepti sa deschida ochii singura.&lt;br /&gt;De ce faci asta?&lt;br /&gt;Trezeste-o!&lt;br /&gt;Saruta-i fruntea..adu-o din nou la realitatea ta, a voastra.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar ce faci..adormi si tu langa ea..&lt;br /&gt;Fiecare e pentru el acum.&lt;br /&gt;Poate tu, nu vei avea parte de un cosmar.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-8362303833124358320?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/8362303833124358320/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=8362303833124358320&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/8362303833124358320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/8362303833124358320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/06/daca.html' title='Daca..'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SigWpOna7DI/AAAAAAAAA1I/cLV-zGGk_Ng/s72-c/4df32e607185b8cea758bf3b1a4c9ab1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-6997234485111061655</id><published>2009-06-02T19:55:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:24:27.568+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Carti:  Panza de paianjen, Cella Serghi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SiVfi8xA2qI/AAAAAAAAA04/japX2YlFmV8/s1600-h/everytime_I_think_of_you____by_mayawhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SiVfi8xA2qI/AAAAAAAAA04/japX2YlFmV8/s400/everytime_I_think_of_you____by_mayawhite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342781586976856738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Te gasesc atât de schimbata, încât îmi este teama sa nu te însel pe tine cu tine..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mi-am spus :ceea ce ma atragea la el era impresia pe care mi-o dadea ca e singur,nenorocit,ca unicul lui stimulent in viata sunt eu, ca sunt singura lui bucurie ,unica lui preocupare.Daca nu-i asa,nu ma intereseaza.Nu ma intereseaza un barbat decat in masura in care cred ca-l stapanesc ca femeie ,in care cred ca sunt pentru el, intr-un moment din viata ,o fiinta unica, de neinlocuit.Stiu ca sunt femei mai frumoase decat mine dar asta nu are nicio insemnatate ,fiindca oricat de frumoasa ar fi o femeie , se poate intotdeauna ivi alta,care sa fie si mai frumoasa;dar cred ca poate exista o adancime sufleteasca,o sensibilitate,o inteligenta care poate insufleti in asa fel un anumit fizic , care pot crea o feminitate infungibila( cum se spune in Drept despre bunurile care nu se pot schimba intre ele, cum ar fi un tablou, un covor, un exemplar de carte dintr-o editie rara), amalgam unic de insusiride neinlocuit,cel putin intr-o clipa data,pentru un om intr-un anume climat sufletesc."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mai mult decat superba aceasta carte..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-6997234485111061655?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/6997234485111061655/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=6997234485111061655&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/6997234485111061655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/6997234485111061655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/06/carti-panza-de-paianjen-cella-serghi.html' title='Carti:  Panza de paianjen, Cella Serghi'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SiVfi8xA2qI/AAAAAAAAA04/japX2YlFmV8/s72-c/everytime_I_think_of_you____by_mayawhite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-1327247390163230556</id><published>2009-05-31T22:26:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:19:31.895+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Timp absurd. Tu si timpul.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SiLdEHvhZ7I/AAAAAAAAA0o/hbn8sQJfDTw/s1600-h/Everytime_I_see_your_eyes_by_MotyPest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SiLdEHvhZ7I/AAAAAAAAA0o/hbn8sQJfDTw/s320/Everytime_I_see_your_eyes_by_MotyPest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342075170882414514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E o concordanta intre toate. Privirea le leaga si ea. Nu, nu e pentru ca vrea..ci din obisnuinta, din cauza ca a trecut deja mai mult de un ceas.&lt;br /&gt;Minutar.&lt;br /&gt;Secundar.&lt;br /&gt;Ceasul de pe perete.&lt;br /&gt;Telefon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai citesti o pagina din cartea ce-ti sta pe brate..poate asa va trece timpul fara sa realizezi ce astepti.Mai ..bland.(?)&lt;br /&gt;Si inca una..&lt;br /&gt;10..&lt;br /&gt;100..&lt;br /&gt;Gata.&lt;br /&gt;Timpul abia s-a miscat..stiai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutar..secundar..fix.Seara!&lt;br /&gt;Stii..resemneaza-te, nu va suna, va trece doar timpul..degeaba, absurd si ridicol , fara ..sa-l scuze macar; fara sa-i pese..lui, timpului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;si nu, n-a mai sunat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-1327247390163230556?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/1327247390163230556/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=1327247390163230556&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/1327247390163230556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/1327247390163230556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/05/timp-absurd-tu-si-timpul.html' title='Timp absurd. Tu si timpul.'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SiLdEHvhZ7I/AAAAAAAAA0o/hbn8sQJfDTw/s72-c/Everytime_I_see_your_eyes_by_MotyPest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-8713074779910310553</id><published>2009-05-26T22:14:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T01:24:58.960+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poveste.(3-Cat esti dispus sa -te- sacrifici?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peste cateva zile ,insa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O cearta  care si-a lasat amprenta mai mult decat ar fi trebuit.Ea vroia timp si rabdare.Timp era destul, rabdare din partea lui..nu.&lt;br /&gt;S-au despartit.Mai repede decat s-ar fi asteptat si ei si cei care ii cunoasteau.S-au despartit pentru ca asta fusese dorinta lui, la care ea n-a avut de ales.O durea mai mult faptul ca..a crezut in el,decat cel ca si-a pus toate sentimentele in relatie.&lt;br /&gt;Dar..n-a durat prea mult pana sa se impace.Toate bune si frumoase, din nou..sau nu.Era ceva in neregula cu el, un "ceva" care il macina profund, dar nu putea sa se destainuie nici macar ei.&lt;br /&gt;Ea nu-l cunoastea indeajuns ca sa stie ce e cu el.Dar inima n-o insela.Astepta doar..vroia sinceritate, pe care a primit-o ca o lovitura brusca si dureroasa.&lt;br /&gt;Au iesit amandoi, seara ..au stat pe o banca.Mai in gluma, in serios, fata incerca sa-l descoase , sa-l faca sa se descarce.A reusit.&lt;br /&gt;"El: M-a chemat la ea cu pretextul ca i se stricase mouse'ul.M-am oferit  sa-i dau unul de la mine.&lt;br /&gt;Ea: continua..(stia ce avea sa urmeze,dar vroia sa auda de la el)&lt;br /&gt;El : Si m-am dus la ea..m-a convins sa intru , sa ne uitam la un film..chipurile.&lt;br /&gt;Ea:( avea lacrimi in ochi)&lt;br /&gt;El :Si..a inchis filmul, apoi a pus muzica..se tot foia..de colo-colo..&lt;br /&gt;Ea: ..&lt;br /&gt;El : Nu mai pot continua."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regreta , da ..chiar regreta. A luat-o in brate pentru ca incepuse sa planga .L-a respins; simtea o ura, repulsie imensa fata de el..n-a mai scos un cuvant .A plecat.&lt;br /&gt;Ce a urmat?&lt;br /&gt;L-a iertat?Da.&lt;br /&gt;Inainte sa-l cunoasca isi spunea ca  nu s-ar lasa vreodata calcata in picioare de niciun baiat, ca ultimul lucru care i l-ar permite unuia..ar fi sa o insele. Asta..inainte sa-l cunoasca.&lt;br /&gt;Prea tarziu..l-a cunoscut.&lt;br /&gt;Probabil o veti judeca, dar..a gandit cu inima.&lt;br /&gt;Nu stia nimeni..doar ea.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;.il iubea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ShxABR179KI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/hlEufEFuE94/s1600-h/2833351200_2007b080a5_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 162px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ShxABR179KI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/hlEufEFuE94/s320/2833351200_2007b080a5_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340213648868242594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;va urma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/05/poveste-2-no-promises.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;citeste :Poveste part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-8713074779910310553?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/8713074779910310553/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=8713074779910310553&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/8713074779910310553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/8713074779910310553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/05/poveste3-cat-esti-dispus-sa-te.html' title='Poveste.(3-Cat esti dispus sa -te- sacrifici?)'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ShxABR179KI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/hlEufEFuE94/s72-c/2833351200_2007b080a5_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-3851061072284966873</id><published>2009-05-26T20:23:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:27:34.220+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Carti : Adela, Garabet Ibraileanu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ShwmGZMKHeI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/PkW2dyvRMvI/s1600-h/Understanding_You_by_MultiCurious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ShwmGZMKHeI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/PkW2dyvRMvI/s320/Understanding_You_by_MultiCurious.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340185149437517282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Femeia asta tanara si curioasa de viata si de stari sufletesti ma scruteaza necontenit,fara sa aiba aerul.Eu imi ingros cat se poate epiderma sufletului , s-o fac impermeabila.Dar cu femeile jocul e pierdut intotdeauna.Ele privesc in sufletul barbatului ca intr-o vitrina.Manejul e interesant.Dar, in definitiv, n-am ce ascunde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sufletul i-l iubesc sau,mai exact , i-l ador -numai intrucat este expresia fiintei ei intime: senzatii,emotii,imaginatie,turnura spiritului-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;femeia din ea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-ii simt prezenta,victorioasa ei prezenta,care anihilieaza tot ce nu-i ea si al ei.Dar ea respira numai viata,candoarea vietii,caldura vietii,spontaneitatea vietii; si palpitarea asta intensa si necontenita a existentei ei o impiedica de a starui in ipostasul de fiinta pur ganditoare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-3851061072284966873?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/3851061072284966873/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=3851061072284966873&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/3851061072284966873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/3851061072284966873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/05/carti-adela-garabet-ibraileanu.html' title='Carti : Adela, Garabet Ibraileanu'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ShwmGZMKHeI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/PkW2dyvRMvI/s72-c/Understanding_You_by_MultiCurious.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-8192988552563967727</id><published>2009-05-26T20:22:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:22:51.332+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hai sa ne punem masca.</title><content type='html'>E trist sa vrei sa pari ceea ce nu esti; si mai ales sa-ti dai toata silinta aratand asta.&lt;br /&gt;Sa te crezi cult si (prea)inteligent ,fata de persoane care nu-ti sunt in niciun caz inferioare; care tot ce vor este sa te aduca pe un drum..de pe care ai deviat total.&lt;br /&gt;p.s: Gandeste-te de doua ori inainte sa spui ceva ce te va face(cu certitudine) sa regreti mai tarziu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-8192988552563967727?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/8192988552563967727/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=8192988552563967727&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/8192988552563967727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/8192988552563967727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/05/hai-sa-ne-punem-masca.html' title='Hai sa ne punem masca.'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-8228586598302027771</id><published>2009-05-23T12:14:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T16:27:10.603+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat e biletul ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ShlLDAu2qxI/AAAAAAAAA0I/cvLsAT-u6Ec/s1600-h/The_train_station_by_Kronyk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339381348332645138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ShlLDAu2qxI/AAAAAAAAA0I/cvLsAT-u6Ec/s320/The_train_station_by_Kronyk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E ca atunci cand trenul patrunde printr-un tunel.Stii ca va iesi,dar nu ai habar prin ce va trece pana la iesire.Devine vulnerabil ,lipsit de protectie in intunericul si neantul tunelului.Incerci sa privesti pe fereastra sa vezi macar o urma de lumina (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; speranta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ) ,dar nu;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Privesti in jur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nimeni cunoscut;doar persoane carora&lt;em&gt; nu le este frica de intuneric.&lt;/em&gt; Pacat ca nu poti &lt;em&gt;fura&lt;/em&gt; si tu macar putin din curajul si increderea lor. Cu siguranta vor trece nepasatori de tunel.Si totusi.. asa e firesc?Nepasare?&lt;br /&gt;Acel lung sirag de vagoane,fiecare ducandu-si propriile povesti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trenul. (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;viata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vagoanele. (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anii &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Locomotiva. (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;inima omului&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tunelul .(?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/9080561130714120235-8228586598302027771?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/8228586598302027771/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=8228586598302027771&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/8228586598302027771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/8228586598302027771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/05/cat-e-biletul.html' title='Cat e biletul ?'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ShlLDAu2qxI/AAAAAAAAA0I/cvLsAT-u6Ec/s72-c/The_train_station_by_Kronyk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-8976754533257911026</id><published>2009-05-22T12:29:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T16:38:54.627+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Inchide ochii.Atinge-ti sufletul.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ShZyHg78tnI/AAAAAAAAA0A/xqZUXtqE9N4/s1600-h/Mirror_by_SamurajGrzes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338579881720329842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ShZyHg78tnI/AAAAAAAAA0A/xqZUXtqE9N4/s320/Mirror_by_SamurajGrzes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daca sufletul ti s-ar reflecta in oglinda ai simti o repulsie fata de propria fiinta (?).Stii ca nu poti sfasia ce e in interiorul tau,odata cu prefacerea oglinzii in cioburi.E captiv sub pielea ta,in maduva si sangele tau..te inghite treptat,putin..inca putin.Pana..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pana descoperi ca nu poti fi altfel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Inchizi ochii,intinzi mana dreapta ..e doar sticla,e rece..e ca sufletul tau.Deschide ochii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(iti place) Ce vezi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reeditare :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"-Nathan draga,nu stiu de unde am cetit, poate ca dintr-un roman rusesc,ceva cam asa : "Nu poti pleca din tine insuti"&lt;nu&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Dar acest "tine insuti"&lt;tine&gt; e variabil. Poti schimba o odaie punand o floare,deschizand o fereastra-dar un suflet!... " (Lorelei.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-8976754533257911026?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/8976754533257911026/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=8976754533257911026&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/8976754533257911026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/8976754533257911026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/05/inchide-ochiiatinge-ti-sufletul.html' title='Inchide ochii.Atinge-ti sufletul.'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ShZyHg78tnI/AAAAAAAAA0A/xqZUXtqE9N4/s72-c/Mirror_by_SamurajGrzes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-2850553908532517495</id><published>2009-05-20T22:34:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T23:13:52.781+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Femeia in viziunea ..lor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ShRkZsNi4PI/AAAAAAAAAz4/9uuA6z3SPxE/s1600-h/in_your_dream__by_orientalm0nk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ShRkZsNi4PI/AAAAAAAAAz4/9uuA6z3SPxE/s320/in_your_dream__by_orientalm0nk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338001850868359410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Femeia e forta motrice a vietii.Barbatul e doar cheia de contact( Valeriu Butulescu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca sunt femei, pentru ca nu sunt barbati, nici altceva. Pentru ca din ele-am iesit si-n ele ne-intoarcem, si mintea noastra se roteste ca o planeta greoaie, mereu si mereu, numai in jurul lor.&lt;br /&gt;(Mircea Cartarescu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nevoie, oare, sa va explic ce ati facut din destule femei?Niste fiinte care dupa ce au dormit multi ani langa un barbat, i-ar da cu ceva in cap intr-o zi.Se pot compara, oare, asemenea barbati politicosi si enervanti cu Don Juan? Oricat ar fi de porc, el a lasat in urma lui numai regret. Caci noi, femeile, am dorit intotdeauna sa fim mintite frumos.(Octavian Paler) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cunosti o femeie,o vezi,o auzi, constatand o serie de calitati si defecte, distrat si in treacat ,sau atent si cu dinadins ,te deprinzi sa ramai "tu" in prezenta ei, adica spectator mai mult sau mai putin atras de spectacolul feminitatii ei,o critici mintal,o apreciezi uneori si o accepti treptat,afland cum e frumoasa cum e desteapta sau mediocra,avand surprize agreabile si dezamagiri suparatoare,-pana cand intr-o zi,simti ca mai presus de aprecierea ta,femeia aceea devine un fel de secret intim,pe carea abia-l stii numai tu.Bataia de inima pe care ti-o da acest secret te face sa respiri adanc propriul tau suflet in care au aparut arome misterioase decat cele aduse de sevele pamantului.Intinzi bratele spre primavara lor.Iubesti.Si femeia demultu cunoscuta iti pare noua,din clipa in care ai intalnit-o.Te miri ca n-ai vazut de atunci ce abia descoperi intr-o evidenta edenica.E o mirare intensa ca geniul,oricat ar fi de plat ceea ce-i urmeaza,Secunda acestei mirari hraneste cu luceferi pe poeti si cu cea mai virulenta toxina pe oamenii obisnuiti.(Ionel Teodoreanu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Femeia este iubita asa cum e iubita muzica, e iubit luxul. Este spirituala sau este sentimentala si este dorita. Dar ceea ce ea crede, ceea ce simte, ceea ce poarta in gand… nu intereseaza pe nimeni. (Antoine de Saint Exupery )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Femeile sunt creaturi menite sa fie iubite, nu intelese. (Oscar Wilde)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Femeia? Ce mai este si acest mar de cearta,&lt;br /&gt;Cu masca ei de ceara si mintea ei desarta,&lt;br /&gt;Cu-nfricosate patimi in fire de copila,&lt;br /&gt;Cu fapta fara noima, cand cruda, cand cu mila,&lt;br /&gt;A visurilor proprii eterna jucarie?&lt;br /&gt;Un vis tu esti in minte-i — si astazi te mangaie,&lt;br /&gt;Iar maine te ucide. Cu-acelasi ras pe buza&lt;br /&gt;Ea azi asculta soapta-ti de-amor sa o auza,&lt;br /&gt;Iar maini cu mii propuneri te chinuie si stie&lt;br /&gt;Ca orice nerv in tine il rumpe si-l sfasie.&lt;br /&gt;Comedianta veche ca lumea — comedie&lt;br /&gt;Ea joaca azi — juca-va de astazi ani o mie,&lt;br /&gt;Cu-aceeasi masca mandra, neteda, miscatoare —&lt;br /&gt;Si cel iubit de dansa azi rade, maine moare.&lt;br /&gt;Si asta nerozie, cruzime intrupata,&lt;br /&gt;In lumea cea de chinuri ea oare ce mai cata —&lt;br /&gt;Ea, cea ce nu gandeste, gandind doara cu gura?&lt;br /&gt;Caci sarutari si vorbe de-amor i-a dat natura,&lt;br /&gt;Si rasul cel mai vesel, zambirea-mbatatoare,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atata-ntelepciune e-n gura ei de floare,&lt;br /&gt;Atata-ntelepciune pari a vedea, s-atata&lt;br /&gt;Placere pare-aduce in inima-amarata,&lt;br /&gt;Cand capul c-oboseala pe umaru-i ti-l culci&lt;br /&gt;Sau cand te uiti in ochii-i ucizatori de dulci,&lt;br /&gt;Incat chiar mantuirea cea vecinica ti-o sfermi&lt;br /&gt;Si redevii un Sisif — sacrifici pentru viermi:&lt;br /&gt;Sa le compui in lume o haina-n generatii —&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifici si mandrie, si minte, s-aspiratii.&lt;br /&gt;O, moarte, dulce-amica — sub mantia ta larga&lt;br /&gt;Acoperi fericitii — si magica ta varga&lt;br /&gt;Atinge cate-o frunte de om, ce te doreste:&lt;br /&gt;Il face ca titanii, detot despretuieste,&lt;br /&gt;Despretuieste lumea, pe sine — si-n sfarsit —&lt;br /&gt;Despretuie gandirea ca e despretuit,&lt;br /&gt;Priveste asta viata ca pas spre mantuire,&lt;br /&gt;Ocazie durerei, o lunga adormire&lt;br /&gt;In inimi spaimantate — un chin si o povara,&lt;br /&gt;Ce veacuri ce trecura pe umeri i-ncarcara.&lt;br /&gt;A vietii comedie miscata e de aur —&lt;br /&gt;Cand scena astei viete e-al mantuirii faur.&lt;br /&gt;Ironica e ziua ce vesel te priveste&lt;br /&gt;Pe cand in fire-o fiinta pe alta prigoneste,&lt;br /&gt;Ironica-i miscarea a florilor in vant&lt;br /&gt;Cand sug cu radacina viata din pamant;&lt;br /&gt;Ironic e pamantul — visternic de viete&lt;br /&gt;Cand sanul lui ascunde seminte mii, razlete,&lt;br /&gt;Care iesind odata l-a soarelui lumina,&lt;br /&gt;Cu capul se saluta, se sug cu radacina.&lt;br /&gt;O lupta e viata si toata firea-i lupta,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milioane de fiinte cu ziua intrerupta&lt;br /&gt;Sustin prin a lor moarte, hranesc prin putrezire,&lt;br /&gt;Acea frumoasa haina ce-acopere pe fire.&lt;br /&gt;In van creati la vorbe si le-azvarliti in vant:&lt;br /&gt;Plodirea este rolul femeii pe pamant.&lt;br /&gt;Priviti acele rasuri, zambiri, visari, suspine,&lt;br /&gt;Dorinta de plodire o samana in tine.&lt;br /&gt;Ce va certati cu noaptea si buiguiti cu luna?&lt;br /&gt;De-ti face-o, de nu-ti face-o... totuna e, totuna.&lt;br /&gt;De nu-ti fi voi in lume din nou sa prasiti neamul,&lt;br /&gt;Oricare vita suie, oricare tont e-Adamul&lt;br /&gt;Vietii viitoare... si fie-un par de gard,&lt;br /&gt;Femei ramaie-n lume, de doru-i toate ard.&lt;br /&gt;O, moarte! — nu aceea ce-omori spre-a naste iara,&lt;br /&gt;Ce umbra esti vietii, o umbra de ocara —&lt;br /&gt;Ci moartea cea eterna in care toate-s una,&lt;br /&gt;In care tot s-afunda, si soarele si luna,&lt;br /&gt;Tu, care esti enigma obscurei constiinti,&lt;br /&gt;Cuprins-abia de-o minte, din miile de minti,&lt;br /&gt;Tu, stingere! Tu, haos — tu, lipsa de viata,&lt;br /&gt;Tu, ce pan’ si la geniu spui numai ce-i in carti;&lt;br /&gt;O, slaba fulgerare... cea, carui nu te teme,&lt;br /&gt;Ingheti nervul vietii din fugatoarea vreme,&lt;br /&gt;Cand altii cu-a lor ganduri mereu in lume sapa,&lt;br /&gt;— Istorie e viata ce scrisa e pe apa; —&lt;br /&gt;Pe tine, dulce-amica, pe tine, intuneric,&lt;br /&gt;Tu, care c-o suflare stingi jocul cel feeric&lt;br /&gt;Al lumii sclipitoare — pe tine, gand de noapte,&lt;br /&gt;Te stinge o femeie cu tainicele-i soapte.&lt;br /&gt;Nimic nu e in soapta-i — stii tu ce ea sopteste?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ea nu ma vrea pe mine — pe tine te uraste.&lt;br /&gt;Cand imi zambeste mie, ea-atunci s-a pus la panda;&lt;br /&gt;Tu esti jertfa la care tinteste-a ei izbanda,&lt;br /&gt;Ea n-a stiut vodata, ca ce voieste-i alta —&lt;br /&gt;Ca tu esti inamicu-i si ca eu sunt unealta.&lt;br /&gt;Unealta chinuita! unealta de ocara,&lt;br /&gt;Cand eu cunosc prea bine iubirea ca-i amara,&lt;br /&gt;Ma mint pe mine insumi, doresc si cred c-amorul&lt;br /&gt;Folos mi-aduce mie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mihai Eminescu -Femeia?..Mar de cearta)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-2850553908532517495?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/2850553908532517495/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=2850553908532517495&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/2850553908532517495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/2850553908532517495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/05/femeia-in-viziunea-lor.html' title='Femeia in viziunea ..lor.'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ShRkZsNi4PI/AAAAAAAAAz4/9uuA6z3SPxE/s72-c/in_your_dream__by_orientalm0nk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-1028449942409998032</id><published>2009-05-18T19:24:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:00:10.983+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dar sa nu-mi iei niciodata dragostea..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ShGTEZpwCsI/AAAAAAAAAzo/0KbPn0cOfOw/s1600-h/if_tomorrow_never_comes_by_Ryye19marsa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337208737225509570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ShGTEZpwCsI/AAAAAAAAAzo/0KbPn0cOfOw/s320/if_tomorrow_never_comes_by_Ryye19marsa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saruta-mi zambetul si imbratiseaza-mi sufletul..fa-ma sa nu-mi fie teama decat de&lt;em&gt; divin&lt;/em&gt; si atat;pentru ca tu esti langa mine si nimic altceva nu ma poate &lt;em&gt;ucide&lt;/em&gt;.. Fii umbra pasilor mei, dar atunci cand ma intorc spre o cale gresita..impiedica-ma,dar nu ma indruma tu.Lasa-ma sa continui,doar cu atentionarea ta.Nu voi cadea, nu cat esti tu langa mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nu-mi opri plansul , este evadarea dintr-un infern social si sufletesc(&lt;em&gt;rareori&lt;/em&gt;)..care vrea sa ma termine incet incet.Dar nu-i voi da vreodata satisfactia aceasta;nu cat esti tu langa mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nu-mi opri zborul, chiar daca mi-s aripile frante..voi reusi,pentru ca am inima plina de dragoste, speranta, credinta si..asta e tot ce e nevoie.Nu ma voi prabusi niciodata in tarana,nu cat esti tu langa mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dar sa nu-mi iei niciodata dragostea..pentru ca atunci nu vei mai fi tu langa mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="41" width="440"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/source/go2player.php?type=audio&amp;amp;hash=0ff970823b23b2&amp;amp;userid=al3cse&amp;amp;src=hi5"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/source/go2player.php?type=audio&amp;hash=0ff970823b23b2&amp;userid=al3cse&amp;src=hi5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Poti sa ma faci una cu pamantul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sa ma calci in picioare de o mie de ori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sa ma sfasii cu dintii si-apoi sa chemi vantul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sa-mi imprastie trupul intr-o mie de zari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dar sa nu-mi iei niciodata dragostea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fiindca atunci am sa mor de dorul tau..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-1028449942409998032?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/1028449942409998032/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=1028449942409998032&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/1028449942409998032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/1028449942409998032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/05/dar-sa-nu-mi-iei-niciodata-dragostea.html' title='Dar sa nu-mi iei niciodata dragostea..'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ShGTEZpwCsI/AAAAAAAAAzo/0KbPn0cOfOw/s72-c/if_tomorrow_never_comes_by_Ryye19marsa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-5627288382768789332</id><published>2009-05-17T18:18:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T19:10:13.483+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eurovision elena gheorghe finala 2009'/><title type='text'>Eurovisionu'..si vrajeala.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ShA2GYh3JeI/AAAAAAAAAzY/j-Ki4G0pHso/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336825041725629922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ShA2GYh3JeI/AAAAAAAAAzY/j-Ki4G0pHso/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na ca s-a dus si Eurovision editia 2009;acum toata lumea critica, evident..pe Elena Gheorghe.Nu stiu daca a fost sau nu &lt;em&gt;The Balkan Girls&lt;/em&gt; o melodie potrivita pentru un asemena contest(&lt;em&gt;pana la urma e vreuna?),&lt;/em&gt;dar show'ul a fost unul foarte bun.Daca in semifinale , emotiile Elenei s-au resimtit putin in voce,asta cred ca am observat cu totii, aseara a cantat impecabil ,eu nu pot decat sa o felicit chiar daca toate&lt;em&gt; borcanele ii sunt sparte in cap&lt;/em&gt; numai ei acum si in viitorul apropiat.Cred ca piesa a fost mult prea mult mediatizata in Romania si.. mai deloc in Europa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pana la urma care-i faza si cu acest &lt;em&gt;minunat&lt;/em&gt; concurs?Mi se pare mai mult o chestiune..politica(rectific, nu mi se pare..este!).Parca ar fi un razboi mondial muzical si se aliaza fiecare cu vecinii lui si favoritii acestora impotriva tuturor. Recunosc ca m-am mirat cand ,una din cele 2 3 sperante ale noastre in materie de punctaj maxim,Spania nu ne-a mai oferit 12 puncte..apoi insa mi-am amintit ca e un razboi rasial impotriva noastra in tara lor si m-am calmat. In plus, am sesizat ca atunci cand am primit cele 12 puncte rezervate de Moldova Elena probabil a refuzat sa apara pe micul ecran ,pentru ca punctele alea prapadite n-o incalzeau cu nimic si simtea ca a dezamagit deja otara intreaga, dar nu cred ca e asa..sau n-ar trebui sa fie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Norvegia stiu ca a mai castigat de vreo cateva ori..nu m-am documentat sincer..si dupa parerea mea,daca tipul Alexander Rybak nu avea zambetul acela si ar fi cantat aceeasi melodie un barbat la vreo 50 de ani,probabil nu mi-ar fi placut cine stie ce.De locurile 2 -Islanda (Yohanna-Is it true) si 3- Azerbaijan(Aysel &amp;amp;Arash-Always) eu personal sunt multumita.Deasemena mi-au placut melodiile Moldovei si Albaniei.In rest..sincer nu mai tin minte.M-a lasat rece Eurovisionu' si anul acesta.E cel mai subiectiv concurs inventat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s: mai multi maimutoi si paiate pe o singura scena intr-o singura seara n-am vazut in viata mea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s2: a fost dragut cum au pregatit cei de la Moscova intreaga seara, mi-a placut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/9080561130714120235-5627288382768789332?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/5627288382768789332/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=5627288382768789332&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/5627288382768789332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/5627288382768789332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/05/eurovisionusi-vrajeala.html' title='Eurovisionu&apos;..si vrajeala.'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ShA2GYh3JeI/AAAAAAAAAzY/j-Ki4G0pHso/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-3380342504619881143</id><published>2009-05-15T16:33:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T17:05:37.924+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Uite de ce Magura e una din slabiciunile mele</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Prajitura asta nu numai ca ma binedispune,dar ..e si o slabiciune majora de-a mea.De ce?Pai: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frate-meu : Oanaaa da-te de la comp!&lt;br /&gt;Eu : Nu!&lt;br /&gt;Frate-meu : 'ai ma lasa-ma sa ma joc putin ca nu mori!&lt;br /&gt;Eu : Bai am zis nu!&lt;br /&gt;Frate-meu : Ti-am mai spus ca esti o scorpie?&lt;br /&gt;Eu : Aha . (&lt;em&gt;de cel putin 2537256486 ori..neinteresant)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frate-meu : 'aide ma oanaa,doar putin te rogg ,promit ca nu depasesc timpul care mi-l zici tu!&lt;br /&gt;Eu : Ma disperrrrrri! Nu!!!!!!!!Ai stat azi, 'ti-ajunge!&lt;br /&gt;Frate-meu : Ma duc sa-ti iau o magura cu lapte?&lt;br /&gt;Eu : O ora e suficient? Si ia-mi doua te rog (:"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Frate-meu : E perfect! (stiam eu.mereu o prostesc asa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y-9Yzgl17TM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y-9Yzgl17TM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Adorabil, am si eu un asemenea specimen :)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ROoR0frBT-M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ROoR0frBT-M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;El : Ce ai?&lt;br /&gt;Ea: Nimic. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;El:Inseamna ca am eu ceva.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Stim ca femeile sunt greu de multumiiit"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-3380342504619881143?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/3380342504619881143/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=3380342504619881143&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/3380342504619881143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/3380342504619881143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/05/uite-de-ce-magura-e-una-din.html' title='Uite de ce Magura e una din slabiciunile mele'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-4045475724913869517</id><published>2009-05-14T16:23:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T17:29:38.338+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat valoreaza o viata de om?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SgwcBkSXQmI/AAAAAAAAAyg/nIUDo3tfLA0/s1600-h/alone_by_M0rt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335670471773340258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SgwcBkSXQmI/AAAAAAAAAyg/nIUDo3tfLA0/s320/alone_by_M0rt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu valoreaza.Nimic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;reeditare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335685304939323266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sgwpg-IuH4I/AAAAAAAAAyo/9Gl8WCnZ-Mw/s320/pasare1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335685308036971026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SgwphJrQehI/AAAAAAAAAyw/oXJ7srPpfB4/s320/pasare2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335685307584604274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SgwphH_Z6HI/AAAAAAAAAy4/EKGz7oKo_YI/s320/pasare3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335685313708785458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SgwphezhfzI/AAAAAAAAAzA/XhlYJFkyaLM/s320/pasare4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335685389356395026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sgwpl4nUahI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/7ZnupY9Jb-0/s320/pasare6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335685313925436578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SgwphfnLVKI/AAAAAAAAAzI/H2tP8pI8wl0/s320/pasare+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Orice este mai sigur ca viata.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-4045475724913869517?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/4045475724913869517/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=4045475724913869517&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/4045475724913869517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/4045475724913869517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/05/cat-valoreaza-o-viata-de-om.html' title='Cat valoreaza o viata de om?'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SgwcBkSXQmI/AAAAAAAAAyg/nIUDo3tfLA0/s72-c/alone_by_M0rt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-1626568551415762940</id><published>2009-05-13T20:14:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:38:38.903+03:00</updated><title type='text'>13. [7 luni..si ultima luna a lui 17.]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SgsEfv5Dd6I/AAAAAAAAAyY/fVVKqgFM3Ew/s1600-h/HPIM2974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335363127028709282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SgsEfv5Dd6I/AAAAAAAAAyY/fVVKqgFM3Ew/s320/HPIM2974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E ultima &lt;em&gt;ramasita&lt;/em&gt; din cei 17 ani.Si tocmai de aceea voi profita de asta pentru ca mi-a placut la nebunie anul acesta,varsta aceasta(&lt;em&gt;lasand la o parte ce a fost mai putin frumos..nu are cum sa ne fie doar bine pana la urma,nu&lt;/em&gt;?).Cum sa va spun..cred ca 17,a fost(este) apogeul.Am gandit mult mai matur anumite situatii(&lt;em&gt;cel putin asa vreau sa cred&lt;/em&gt;),nu am uitat ca sunt inca un copil..dar unul mai responsabil pe faptele sale.Am invatat sa iubesc, sa pastrez o prietenie(pentru ca merita!) gandindu-ma mai bine si analizand greselile ,fara sa ma supar prosteste..trecand cu vederea poate uneori, dar pentru asta sunt prietenii;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ma cam sperie gandul ca voi deveni majora,parca urmeaza o alta etapa din viata mea,cu si mai multe griji..sau e doar un pitic pe creier.Mai e totusi pana atunci..n-are rost sa-mi fac probleme de pe acum.Lucrurile vor veni de la sine..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si nu..13 nu aduce ghinion!&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;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Si...7 luni,noi.Te Iubesc!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/source/go2player.php?type=audio&amp;hash=1e7840d379d13a&amp;userid=Mini2005&amp;src=hi5"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/source/go2player.php?type=audio&amp;hash=1e7840d379d13a&amp;userid=Mini2005&amp;src=hi5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-1626568551415762940?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/1626568551415762940/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=1626568551415762940&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/1626568551415762940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/1626568551415762940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/05/13-7-lunisi-ultima-luna-lui-17.html' title='13. [7 luni..si ultima luna a lui 17.]'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SgsEfv5Dd6I/AAAAAAAAAyY/fVVKqgFM3Ew/s72-c/HPIM2974.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-2395329989186149996</id><published>2009-05-12T18:39:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T01:26:31.101+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poveste. (2-No promises)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;[..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si s-au intalnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din partea ei se presupunea o prima intalnire rece,scurta si la obiect in care probabil vor vorbi despre vreme..despre scoala care avea sa inceapa si orice altceva..plictisitor.Daaar nu a fost chiar asa!&lt;br /&gt;Primul gest ..(&lt;em&gt;odata pusi unul in fata altuia&lt;/em&gt;)a fost sa se imbratiseze.Parca s-a simtit o oarecare usurare, o greutate imensa luata de pe suflet ,odata cu acea imbratisare care parea ca nu se mai termina.A urmat o plimbare,tremurau amandoi din toate incheieturile,dar nu se stia de ce ;impact prea mare?emotie?teama?&lt;br /&gt;S.au oprit undeva pe faleza superioara,de unde se vedea totul dintr-o singura privire.Vantul se intetise ,racoare..El a cuprins-o din nou in brate ca sa o incalzeasca.&lt;br /&gt;Ea vroia sa para dura, sa nu se lase intimidata de la prima intalnire(&lt;em&gt;dar in interior era cu totul altceva&lt;/em&gt;)..si chiar daca el a incercat subtil sa-i fure un sarut,n-a reusit si s-a lasat batut.S-a multumit doar sa o sarute pe frunte..un gest care inseamna foarte multe (&lt;em&gt;fetele vor intelege mai bine..).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se intorceau spre casa,fiecare plin de bucuria intalnirii celuilalt.&lt;br /&gt;Au vorbit, au ras..gesturi fine, subtile si retrase..dar care au avut o mare insemnatate.&lt;br /&gt;Apoi, ..intr-o statie banala de maxi taxi..ca o revelatie , un sarut..primul.A fost ceva spontant.De data asta ea nu s-a mai ferit..si-au intalnit pur si simplu buzele, ca apoi sa raman uimiti..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334989536641488178" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 109px; height: 127px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sgmwt7PxFTI/AAAAAAAAAxY/aDhOR1P3Wjw/s320/copilarie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urmatoarele 2 saptamani au decurs aproape perfect in relatia lor..apoi au inceput insa divergente.El vroia mai multa atentie, ea nu vroia sa fie sufocata, ii era teama sa nu se plictiseasca de el..cum i se intamplase deobicei in orice relatie.Si de data asta ii pasa, pentru ca nu era "orice relatie".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1luna.Octombrie&lt;/em&gt;. Era o seara friguroasa..intr-un parc,amandoi.&lt;br /&gt;Ea statea in leagan,el se aseza in fata ei ..Si,poate prematur,dar din suflet..a rostit primul &lt;em&gt;Te iubesc&lt;/em&gt;..Fata a ramas inmarmurita,;in coltul ochilor se vedea o lacrima.N-a avut puterea sa spuna nimic,doar l-a strans in brate si..a sperat ca ce a auzit,era un adevar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peste cateva zile,insa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Va urma..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" href="http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/05/poveste-1-inceputbanal-de-frumos.html"&gt;citeste: Poveste part1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/source/go2player.php?type=audio&amp;amp;hash=06800e09a8f23a&amp;amp;userid=missU&amp;amp;src=hi5"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/source/go2player.php?type=audio&amp;amp;hash=06800e09a8f23a&amp;amp;userid=missU&amp;amp;src=hi5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="41"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-2395329989186149996?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/2395329989186149996/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=2395329989186149996&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/2395329989186149996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/2395329989186149996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/05/poveste-2-no-promises.html' title='Poveste. (2-No promises)'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sgmwt7PxFTI/AAAAAAAAAxY/aDhOR1P3Wjw/s72-c/copilarie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-3720946772300067922</id><published>2009-05-11T21:43:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T01:29:54.500+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poveste. (1- Inceput,banal de frumos)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sgh-mP-h2AI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/x-H_SZR0Nms/s1600-h/deep_inside_by_Tenderlilac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334652954209277954" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sgh-mP-h2AI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/x-H_SZR0Nms/s320/deep_inside_by_Tenderlilac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Era toamna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ea :o fata care aspira la foarte multe, cu vise si idealuri dar prea departe..de a fi realizate.Nu vroia nimic maret in acea clipa, dragostea adevarata la 17 ani era un lucru nerealizabil si poate nici nu-si dorea,sau nu credea in asta;parea o responsabilitate mult prea mare.Bogatie?Nici atat.Poate cel mai mult uraste persoanele materialiste,pline de mandrie si cele mincinoase.Era mereu criticata pentru ca nu-si ascundea parerea ,spunea lucrurilor pe nume..dar poate prea sincer uneori; asta nu ducea decat la ranirea unor persoane..desi spunea adevarul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;El : un necunoscut inca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Septembrie.Tehnologia moderna uneori ..desi poate prea exagerata, a avut o contributie mai mult decat benefica.Era o seara plictisitoare pentru ea;internet, mess,hi5.Hi5?Da stiu,o mare prostie..dar..Parca vroia sa gaseasca pe cineva anume, cauta ceva..ce nici ea nu stia..A dat de profilul lui.Inca un necunoscut.Un comment banal si in 2 minute el a raspuns.Parca simtea ceva in stomac, mai ales cand il vedea destul de interesat.De ce?Nici ea nu stia(din nou).Schimb de id-uri.. 2,3 vorbe si pe mess (strictul necesar)apoi el a trecut direct la subiect :numarul de telefon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pana aici ceva..banal.Poate multi ati trecut prin asta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pasul urmator: schimb de sms-uri..iar a 2a zi seara..convorbire telefonica de aproximativ 2 ore. Acum intrebare: Ce puteau vorbi 2 necunoscuti la telefon timp de 120 de minute?Multe..si-au dat seama ca..nu se termina aici.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apoi s-au intalnit..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Va urma..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Citeste :&lt;br /&gt;Poveste  &lt;a href="http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/05/poveste-2-no-promises.html"&gt;part 2&lt;/a&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/05/poveste3-cat-esti-dispus-sa-te.html"&gt;part 3&lt;/a&gt;;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/07/poveste4-orice-inceput-are-si-un.html"&gt;part4&lt;/a&gt; ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/07/poveste5-nu-e-niciodata-prea-tarziu.html"&gt;part5&lt;/a&gt; ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/09/poveste6-daca-ar-fi-fost-usornu-insemna.html"&gt;part 6&lt;/a&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/9080561130714120235-3720946772300067922?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/3720946772300067922/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=3720946772300067922&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/3720946772300067922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/3720946772300067922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/05/poveste-1-inceputbanal-de-frumos.html' title='Poveste. (1- Inceput,banal de frumos)'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sgh-mP-h2AI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/x-H_SZR0Nms/s72-c/deep_inside_by_Tenderlilac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-6995423480763277848</id><published>2009-05-09T23:24:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T23:51:24.078+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A venit si a plecat..si totusi e inca aici.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SgXsEuiBtvI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Jp7nraH7FFw/s1600-h/something_inside_by_eskiimo_kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333928899644602098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SgXsEuiBtvI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Jp7nraH7FFw/s320/something_inside_by_eskiimo_kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oamenii&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;vin si pleaca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Iubirea vine si pleaca?Ma refer la &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dragoste&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..cea pe care o simti o data-n viata.Eu zic ca nu.Indiferent daca povestea se termina intr-un anumit punct,din anumite motive..n-are cum sa piara,nu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E la fel ca si in cazul &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amintirilor&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;Oricat de mult ai vrea,nu poti scapa de ele,nu te poti ascunde;se intiparesc in memorie si raman acolo, te lovesti mereu de ele fie ca vrei sau nu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si daca stau bine si ma gandesc..esti om,fie ca iti doresti ,fie ca nu.Nu poti fugi de asta.De ce sa fugi de dragoste?Las-o acolo in &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;inima&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ta..chiar daca,poate e pentru cineva care nu o merita,cineva care nu mai e sau..care nu te cunoaste ori te dispretuieste.Dragostea te face mai bun,mai intelegator si sensibil.Daca cineva nu-ti intoarce sentimentul..foarte rau pentru el.Isi va da seama ..poate prea tarziu.Tu..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;iubeste&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Căci eu iubesc. Si flori, şi ochi, şi buze, şi morminte..(Blaga)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-6995423480763277848?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/6995423480763277848/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=6995423480763277848&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/6995423480763277848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/6995423480763277848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/05/venit-si-plecatsi-totusi-e-inca-aici.html' title='A venit si a plecat..si totusi e inca aici.'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SgXsEuiBtvI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Jp7nraH7FFw/s72-c/something_inside_by_eskiimo_kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-7673883278400183681</id><published>2009-05-07T14:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T14:40:05.037+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Se intampla si lucruri bune!</title><content type='html'>Astazi am realizat inca o data ca nu suntem singuri, ca cineva de acolo de sus are mare grija de noi.Am avuuut multe multe emotii,am tremurat din toate incheieturile dar in final au meritat toate eforturile.Am fost unite si..increzatoare(cel putin am incercat) si...am dat dovada ca putem fi cele mai bune.Bravo feteleee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Concurs Sanitarii priceputi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Etapa Locala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;CNMK- 10 teorie si 10 practica,Locul I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-7673883278400183681?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/7673883278400183681/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=7673883278400183681&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/7673883278400183681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/7673883278400183681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/05/se-intampla-si-lucruri-bune.html' title='Se intampla si lucruri bune!'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-8354035184204509349</id><published>2009-05-06T22:06:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:18:12.828+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Stiu sa gresesc si singura!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SgHiBbnkqHI/AAAAAAAAAwI/Ux8AeifORk0/s1600-h/black_sea_by_dizzi_bizzi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SgHiBbnkqHI/AAAAAAAAAwI/Ux8AeifORk0/s320/black_sea_by_dizzi_bizzi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332791948004862066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sunt momente in viata cand pur si simplu , ai o problema dar nu esti dispus sa te plangi sau sa  impartasesti ..neplacerile cu cei de langa tine.Efectiv ,consideri ca n-are rost (cel putin pe moment..cand rana e deschisa) sa-i complici si pe ceilalti.Gandesti : " &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bai,imi trebuie 1zi,2..si-mi revin singur&lt;/span&gt;" , si asa si este nu? Da, uneori nu putem depasi anumite situatii fara un sfat,o vorba buna..dar cand simti ca POTI SI SINGUR pai asa va fi. Si ce fac cei de langa tine in circumstantele astea?Te critica,se supara..ca deh, se simt nebagati in seama, ca nu ii zici lu' ala sau lu' celalalt ce te roade pe tine.Ba mai mult, mai scornesc si cum ca n-ai avea incredere in ei.Ce e de facut in situatii ca astea?Sa dai apa la moara?Sa te superi si tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-8354035184204509349?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/8354035184204509349/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=8354035184204509349&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/8354035184204509349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/8354035184204509349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/05/stiu-sa-gresesc-si-singura.html' title='Stiu sa gresesc si singura!'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SgHiBbnkqHI/AAAAAAAAAwI/Ux8AeifORk0/s72-c/black_sea_by_dizzi_bizzi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-6678559962680852762</id><published>2009-05-05T19:31:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T20:05:59.183+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SgBx6dGvSpI/AAAAAAAAAwA/a4AkIBBCbfY/s1600-h/e4c365e0846ec336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332387207865911954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SgBx6dGvSpI/AAAAAAAAAwA/a4AkIBBCbfY/s320/e4c365e0846ec336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DEZAMĂGÍ= A face pe cineva să-şi piardă speranţele, iluziile; a deziluziona, a decepţiona. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nici nu-mi gasesc cuvintele proprii ca sa explic ce simt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&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/9080561130714120235-6678559962680852762?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/6678559962680852762/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=6678559962680852762&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/6678559962680852762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/6678559962680852762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/05/dezamagi-face-pe-cineva-sa-si-piarda.html' title=''/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SgBx6dGvSpI/AAAAAAAAAwA/a4AkIBBCbfY/s72-c/e4c365e0846ec336.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-301115760571177259</id><published>2009-05-04T19:32:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T19:53:56.254+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa ?</title><content type='html'>1. Ziua cea mai frumoasa ?&lt;br /&gt;Cand s-a nascut fratele meu mai mic(unul din ei).Eram atat de fericita ,de parca as fi nascut eu.&lt;br /&gt;2. Lucrul cel mai usor ?&lt;br /&gt;sa judeci.&lt;br /&gt;3. Cel mai mare obstacol ?&lt;br /&gt;Exista unul "cel mai mare"?In fiecare zi te impiedici de altul si iti spui "&lt;em&gt;n-o sa pot merge mai departe,de data asta nu&lt;/em&gt;"..si totusi reusesti.Fiecare zi e un obstacol.&lt;br /&gt;4. Cea mai mare greseala ?&lt;br /&gt;Depinde.Sunt dificile intrebarile si ..te pot incurca.Asta mi se intampla mie acum.Vai de capu meu cate greseli am facut in aproape 18 ani:))cea mai mare?nu stiu.&lt;br /&gt;5. Cauza rautatilor ?&lt;br /&gt;Invidie (?) ,dar de fapt..sunt multe.&lt;br /&gt;6. Cea mai mare infrangere ?.&lt;br /&gt;Nu cred ca am trecut prin asa ceva pana acum.&lt;br /&gt;7. Prima necesitate ?.&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu.Nu tu.Dragoste(?)&lt;br /&gt;8. 404 Eroare. Aceasta intrebare nu exista in acest tag.&lt;br /&gt;9. Cel mai mare defect ?&lt;br /&gt;NAIVITATE!&lt;br /&gt;10. Persoana cea mai periculoasa ?&lt;br /&gt;M-a vazut cineva cand am nervii intinsi la maxim?&lt;br /&gt;11. Cel mai urat sentiment ?&lt;br /&gt;Tradarea?Minciuna?Lipsa de respect?..asta daca pot fi numite..sentimente.&lt;br /&gt;12. Cel mai frumos cadou ?.&lt;br /&gt;Vaiii..sper ca nu e vorba de cadouri materiale pentru ca as spune pas.Pai..prietena mea cea mai buna sa se faca pe ea cadou,pe viata.Suna egoist(?).&lt;br /&gt;13. Cel mai bun remediu ?.&lt;br /&gt;Eheeee ..plang!plang pana nu mai pot,pana ma descarc de toate problemele.Apoi e ok.Believe me!&lt;br /&gt;14. Protectia efectiva ?.&lt;br /&gt;Dumnezeu.&lt;br /&gt;15. Cele mai necesare persoane ?.&lt;br /&gt;Mama,fratiorii..fie si tata.Prietena mea siiii..el.&lt;br /&gt;6. Sentimentul cel mai frumos ?.&lt;br /&gt;All we need is loveeee loveeee loveeeeeee :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leapsa asta o pasez la feteee &lt;a href="http://thesoudofrain.blogspot.com/"&gt;Halatel&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://din2009.blogspot.com/"&gt;Leo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-301115760571177259?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/301115760571177259/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=301115760571177259&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/301115760571177259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/301115760571177259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/05/leapsa.html' title='Leapsa ?'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-3072127105705968819</id><published>2009-05-04T17:47:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T18:12:03.831+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Joc infantil (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sf8FiLdOLXI/AAAAAAAAAv4/TttoUlbvwPU/s1600-h/a.OGFr824480-02.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331986568579001714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sf8FiLdOLXI/AAAAAAAAAv4/TttoUlbvwPU/s320/a.OGFr824480-02.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cum te simti cand esti cea care intra in viata cuiva fara sa ai vreun drept?Da,tu!O intrusa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cand te minti singura, ca el te-ar prefera pe tine..desi SUSTINE orbit si josnic ca o iubeste pe ea?Pe ea care va fi mereu langa el,(&lt;em&gt;care este doar a lui&lt;/em&gt;)..dar care nu va sti niciodata cat rau ii face acesta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;O iubeste pe ea sau pe tine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Evident..pe niciuna.Sunt doua obsesii separate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Poti iubi doua persoane in acelasi timp?Categoric,nu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Poti iubi una..si te poti distra cu alta?Nu,din nou.Poti iubi separat.Te poti distra separat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;El e un fel de&lt;em&gt; Zburator&lt;/em&gt; al timpurilor noastre..tu cine esti?Domnisoara Christina a lui Eliade.Vrei sa fii dorita de el;il atragi cu trupul si farmecele tale.Nu te gandesti decat la tine.Te minti in continuare cu fiecare sarut,cu fiecare atingere,soapta..imbratisare.Ai din nou impresia ca nimic nu-l va face sa plece in noaptea aceea de langa tine,esti trup si suflet a lui.El e doar trup..sufletul e tot la ea.Care viseaza cu ochii deschisi la iubirea lui.Ea e sincera,pura si si-a incredintat intreaga viata si dragoste doar lui.Iar el..e doar un el.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ce faci tu?Te tradezi pe tine,pe ea care nu are nicio vina,ii dai satisfactie lui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;El ce face?Se distreaza cu tine,profita,dar iti place.De ea nu-i pasa cand e cu tine.Te paraseste,regreta,dar cu prima ocazie o ia de la capat.Ramne cu ea,o minte cu nerusinare.&lt;br /&gt;Ea ce face?Il iubeste cu toata inima si are o incredere oarba. in acesta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tu si el..V-ati intrebat pana cand?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Va urma..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-3072127105705968819?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/3072127105705968819/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=3072127105705968819&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/3072127105705968819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/3072127105705968819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/05/joc-infantil-1.html' title='Joc infantil (1)'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/Sf8FiLdOLXI/AAAAAAAAAv4/TttoUlbvwPU/s72-c/a.OGFr824480-02.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-8034148440476511887</id><published>2009-05-02T16:06:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T16:59:04.191+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakeven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SfxOhtJ13II/AAAAAAAAAvk/IUniY0f_1pI/s1600-h/c96b3de4e89c6a251419b9ccbf6a0951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331222399863348354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SfxOhtJ13II/AAAAAAAAAvk/IUniY0f_1pI/s400/c96b3de4e89c6a251419b9ccbf6a0951.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E frig.Parca te-ai obisnuit cu zilele frumoase din ultima vreme,tocmai de aceea ti-ai si ascuns hainele mai groase in fundul sifonierului,din dorinta de a face loc zilelor insorite.Cafeaua de dimineata n-a avut efect si ai o stare continua de somnolenta , de "meditatie" (&lt;em&gt;in pat poate, cu doua paturi pufoase pe tine&lt;/em&gt;) asupra ..nimicului(?).Telefonul e ,ca intotdeauna,sub perna si-l cauti,cotrobaind cu mana ca sa te uiti la ceas din 5 in 5 minute..sau cel putin asta vrei sa pari ca faci.Nu ora e importanta(&lt;em&gt;deja e seara..&lt;/em&gt;)..ci faptul ca n-a mai sunat de ceva timp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Dar,lasa&lt;/em&gt;, iti spui.&lt;em&gt;Va suna.Intotdeauna prea tarziu,dar tot va suna.Asta e cel mai important&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Toate lucrurile din jur iti par inutile , ar fi fost acelasi lucru daca stateai intr-o camera goala.Citesti cateva pagini dintr-o carte care zace langa tine,parca asteptand nerabdatoare sa fie deschisa intr-un sfarsit,dar nu..nu ai dispozitia necesara pentru a te pierde in povestea altcuiva acum;esti deja pierduta in propria ta poveste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mainile iti sunt inghetate,dar te incapatanezi sa nu te imbraci.Stai ghemuita in coltul patului ,lumina e pala si linistea te inspaimanta(&lt;em&gt;oarecum..).&lt;/em&gt; O melodie veche la radio iti starneste un zambet colorat pe chip;probabil ti-a amintit de o intamplare mai veche,sau de o persoana..sau cine stie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ai mult de invatat pentru scoala, saptamana ce urmeaza va fi una grea.Insa, pare ca nu-ti pasa,esti detasata complet de grijile astea lumesti ,care ii preocupa pe toti in acest moment.Esti increzatoare ca vei trece cu bine peste.Pana la urma, lucrurile uneori..sunt de asa natura, sa se rezolve singure.Noi le complicam,stricam totul si ..cand sa indreptam raul, nu mai e asa simplu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si ..uite, in sfarsit suna..&lt;/em&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/9080561130714120235-8034148440476511887?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/8034148440476511887/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=8034148440476511887&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/8034148440476511887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/8034148440476511887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/05/breakeven.html' title='Breakeven'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SfxOhtJ13II/AAAAAAAAAvk/IUniY0f_1pI/s72-c/c96b3de4e89c6a251419b9ccbf6a0951.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-4419107556451294466</id><published>2009-05-01T19:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T12:52:11.002+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nimiiic in lume nu ne-opresteee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SfwXtGUDeUI/AAAAAAAAAvE/akC7Igvhm0A/s1600-h/page43jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331162122456103234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SfwXtGUDeUI/AAAAAAAAAvE/akC7Igvhm0A/s400/page43jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cum a fost 1 mai la voi?Pentru mine,aproape perfect.S-a resimtit oboseala din ziua precedenta,dar a fost frumos.Daca ai cu cine..si aici ma refer obligatoriu la prieteni, nu are importanta cand,unde,cum..te distrezi.&lt;br /&gt;Noi ne-am strans vreo 11..si am fost in padurea Garboavele, asta pana s.a gandit ploaia sa intervina pe la ora 4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Prea multe de spus nu cred ca ar fi..poate de privit :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-20738852c00cf923" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D20738852c00cf923%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329905618%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D40C8915059A88DD87257C8E593CB1AC2386175A2.1CBEFFBE7807FE06C69B008A36B544EB1B37163F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D20738852c00cf923%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dw5rs_Y0dFCIRoM2fm4hprkjbBwo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D20738852c00cf923%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329905618%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D40C8915059A88DD87257C8E593CB1AC2386175A2.1CBEFFBE7807FE06C69B008A36B544EB1B37163F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D20738852c00cf923%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dw5rs_Y0dFCIRoM2fm4hprkjbBwo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SfspnP1lcOI/AAAAAAAAAt8/zTL34bVXx5s/s1600-h/DSCF1304.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SfspmzNQFjI/AAAAAAAAAt0/znQ6B9fCdZw/s1600-h/DSCF1229.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9080561130714120235-4419107556451294466?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=20738852c00cf923&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/4419107556451294466/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=4419107556451294466&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/4419107556451294466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/4419107556451294466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/05/nimiiic-in-lume-nu-ne-opresteee.html' title='Nimiiic in lume nu ne-opresteee!'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SfwXtGUDeUI/AAAAAAAAAvE/akC7Igvhm0A/s72-c/page43jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-2939019815610296592</id><published>2009-04-30T23:42:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:07:57.166+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jurnal [part 7]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SfoSdC5xiyI/AAAAAAAAAtc/kKoAGZUhsws/s1600-h/DSCF1156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330593399151102754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SfoSdC5xiyI/AAAAAAAAAtc/kKoAGZUhsws/s320/DSCF1156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Aprilie..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Se spune ca asa cum incepe o zi,o luna ,an..asa va continua.Din cate imi amintesc am inceput aprilie cu 4 la mate.Nu l-am terminat tot asa(asta pentru ca nu am avut matematica astazi) dar a fost o zi plina de ..stres,cearta,irascibilitate,in care tot ce NU am nevoie este sa mai zbiere cineva la mine ;&lt;br /&gt;Lasa-ma sa ma dau capul de pereti,sa tip,sa plang, tu doar asculta-ma..macar ma cert singura nu cu tine sau..eu stiu.Baga-ti degetele in urechi,inchide ochii..prefa-te,n-o sa-mi dau seama.E mult mai bine, decat sa tipi si tu odata cu mine,nu crezi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Doar ca uneori..e greu sa ne controlam.Asa ca am tacut tot eu.Si..dupa o zi ca asta,inca mai am puterea sa zambesc..supravietuiesc,nu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Du-te aprilie..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&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/9080561130714120235-2939019815610296592?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/2939019815610296592/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=2939019815610296592&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/2939019815610296592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/2939019815610296592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/04/jurnal-part-8.html' title='Jurnal [part 7]'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SfoSdC5xiyI/AAAAAAAAAtc/kKoAGZUhsws/s72-c/DSCF1156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9080561130714120235.post-4706508265482577545</id><published>2009-04-30T15:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:29:47.430+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vama in Galati</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In sfarsiiiiiiiiiiit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vineri, 8 mai, la ora 22, formatia Vama va sustine un super show in &lt;strong&gt;Club S, Galati&lt;/strong&gt;. Baietii vor canta atat piese vechi, cat si melodii de pe discul “Vama”, printre care single-ul proaspat lansat, &lt;em&gt;Dumnezeu nu apare la stiri&lt;/em&gt;. Pretul unui bilet la concertul din Galati este de 25 ron. Biletele se gasesc in reteaua Diverta si pe &lt;a title="http://www.ticketpoint.ro/" href="http://www.ticketpoint.ro/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.ticketpoint.ro/&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330460353858769426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SfmZcykOEhI/AAAAAAAAAtE/HPom_lXerUE/s320/vama_01.jpg" border="0" /&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/9080561130714120235-4706508265482577545?l=nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/feeds/4706508265482577545/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9080561130714120235&amp;postID=4706508265482577545&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/4706508265482577545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9080561130714120235/posts/default/4706508265482577545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-mi-pasa.blogspot.com/2009/04/vama-in-galati.html' title='Vama in Galati'/><author><name>Uuoana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00728916526735335883</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/ScuzZMSaJmI/AAAAAAAAAk4/awtToT1YF20/S220/Mashimaro_by_ghostddrp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_olD7izYsQL0/SfmZcykOEhI/AAAAAAAAAtE/HPom_lXerUE/s72-c/vama_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
