<?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-7367753723874102110</id><updated>2011-07-30T21:47:15.678-07:00</updated><category term='blonda 90-60-90 Nike'/><title type='text'>Above the sky</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367753723874102110/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>just a dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610714326369969481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99PGrEo-ebQ/S8mEiMWkt2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OceHPBYxIEY/S220/DSC08587.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7367753723874102110.post-5716977814672440339</id><published>2010-09-14T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T10:38:16.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Right...NOW!</title><content type='html'>Daca toata vara am vazut reinceperea scolii ca pe un fenomen indepartat, iacata :D, ieri dimineata m-a izbit in ceafa cu tot cu trezirea devreme, cu tot cu senzatia de rece si de "mai lasa-ma 5 minute". Vara asta a fost tot un du-te vino, o vad in ceata asa, de parca acum eram la mare si ma certam cu fane pe un chesterfield gasit pe jos in bucatarie, si o secunda mai tarziu scoteam cartofi in gradina la bunicamea. Sunt multe de povestit, multe de ...doar de tinut minte, altele nu merita nici macar atat. Probabil o sa renunt la bloggereala, da' am vrut sa respect traditionalu' post post-vacanta. La scoala mari schimbari nu sunt, in afara de faptul ca ni se promite ca "nu va mai fi ca anu' trecut". Cui ii pasa atata timp cat ma lasa sa beau ceva cafea, pe care cred ca o sa mi-o car cu termosu' dupa mine ca aia de la doamna cristina's e cam slaba, cat ma lasa sa ma infasor intr-un ditamai fularu' sa-mi fie cald, si sa desenez ceva pe..orice...intelegand ca eu chiar am atentie distributiva!!! cand imi bat capul. Nu mai imi place sa filozofez mai nou, iau totul ca atare si nu e bine. Ma apropii din ce in ce mai mult de stadiul de animal:)). Beasty me. Nemultumiri, nervi, rabdare lipsa. Fericire, mahmureala, speranta, originalitate, ridicol, prietenie....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7367753723874102110-5716977814672440339?l=sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com/feeds/5716977814672440339/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7367753723874102110&amp;postID=5716977814672440339' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367753723874102110/posts/default/5716977814672440339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367753723874102110/posts/default/5716977814672440339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com/2010/09/rightnow.html' title='Right...NOW!'/><author><name>just a dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610714326369969481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99PGrEo-ebQ/S8mEiMWkt2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OceHPBYxIEY/S220/DSC08587.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7367753723874102110.post-959634627106208807</id><published>2010-05-15T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T23:36:38.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bucuresti</title><content type='html'>Si uite asa iar am ajuns eu in capitala.Am mers in metrou cu clasicii oameni transpirati, a dat lume peste mine in autobuz, s-a luat un tigan in parc la crangasi de mine si i-am  turnat un pahar cu cola de la kfc in cap. Am ajuns aici cu trenu', zica cine-o zice, ce-o zice mie mi se pare mult mai ok decat lucky-ul ala in care din nou dai de oameni transpirati, chit ca sunt decat 5 batranei in el, daca ai noroc cativa cocalari , care tresar cand iti ies tie castile, mult prea futute ca sa iesi cu ele in lume, din telefon si se aude chop suey la volumul maxim permis de telefonul, si el futut, probabil cu castile. Prima mea achizitie in buc a fost un pachetde sunday's fantasy, scortisoara sau piperu' mamii lor care le-a inventat asa bune, si care m-a facut pe mine sa le consum pana nu le mai suport mirosu'. Spiru apoi, multi copii care fumeaza in curtea scolii, vedea-i-ar directoru' de la dinicu sa-i vada, pletosi, pitzi, emonei, varietate mare moncher. Apoi clubA, dupa ce nu am putut intra in motoare, din nou, cica nu am fatza de 18 ani. Drumu' taberei, pizza, tigari, cola, mult cola si intr-un final avatar!! da, avatar! l-am vazut bineinteles dupa ce a trecut febra care il polariza. Misto film, ingenios, grafica beton, tre' sa il vad 3D. Somn pe la 3, dupa inca vreo 2 cani de cola. Trezire cu pisica in cap. Draguta, da' na:D Sun-o pe ruxi, ruxi nu vrea sa vorbeasca, renunti, o injuri si inchizi. Sau inchizi si o injuri. Dorobanti, transpirati, kfc, tiganu' sus-numit. Piata. Drumu' taberei. Poker, septica si no name game cu vlad. Maine acdc, fluturasi in stomac, tatal nostru ca sa nu ploua, ascultat de 'ji de mii de ori "mi-e dor de " de la voltaj, certat cu tati , oboseala, pt ca geo lucreaza la voltaj si le-a facut un montaj (asta pt partea cu "mi-e dor de") back in black in exces. Ploaie...Bucuresti.&lt;br /&gt;As dori sa dedic o melodie profei de romana, da' nu imi vine in minte nimic indeajuns de violent si porcos si de facut profe de romana sa langa."die mothefucker die" ar fi o idee buna, desi doamna nu e motherfucker, nu e fucker, nu e nici macar fucked, asta explicand multe chestii intamplate de dincoa' de teza:D. Sa traiasca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7367753723874102110-959634627106208807?l=sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com/feeds/959634627106208807/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7367753723874102110&amp;postID=959634627106208807' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367753723874102110/posts/default/959634627106208807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367753723874102110/posts/default/959634627106208807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com/2010/05/bucuresti.html' title='Bucuresti'/><author><name>just a dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610714326369969481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99PGrEo-ebQ/S8mEiMWkt2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OceHPBYxIEY/S220/DSC08587.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7367753723874102110.post-5388478449036290318</id><published>2010-05-09T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T12:55:17.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maine teza la biologie si tot ceea ce vreau acum e un piercing si sa plec undeva doar cu 10 lei in buzunar. Call me...om care se pisa pe orice situatie solida si fuge spre vise.&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="55"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/speeru/f82d9ffde94369.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;param name="FlashVars" value="durataAudio=202&amp;amp;titluEmbed=OCS%20-%20cine%20e%20de%20vina"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/speeru/f82d9ffde94369.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="55" flashvars="durataAudio=202&amp;amp;titluEmbed=OCS%20-%20cine%20e%20de%20vina"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/7367753723874102110-5388478449036290318?l=sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com/feeds/5388478449036290318/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7367753723874102110&amp;postID=5388478449036290318' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367753723874102110/posts/default/5388478449036290318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367753723874102110/posts/default/5388478449036290318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com/2010/05/maine-teza-la-biologie-si-tot-ceea-ce.html' title=''/><author><name>just a dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610714326369969481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99PGrEo-ebQ/S8mEiMWkt2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OceHPBYxIEY/S220/DSC08587.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7367753723874102110.post-8032693715830467847</id><published>2010-05-06T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T23:34:13.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chestie care ma cam sperie- Music leapsa:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: bold; "&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px; "&gt;RULES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesnt make sense. NO CHEATING!&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 5 ppl at their tagboard to ask them to do this!&lt;br /&gt;5. Bold the questions and with the answers, give your own comments on how it relates to the questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1.How are you feeling today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blink 182- I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: bold; "&gt;2.Will you get far in life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deff Leppard- Two steps behind (nu-i a buna :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: bold; "&gt;3.How do your friends see you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Yeah Yeahs- Way out(nici asta)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: bold; "&gt;4.Will you get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vama veche - De ce? :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: bold; "&gt;5.What is your best friend’s theme song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Seicaru- antiprimavara:-?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: bold; "&gt;6.What is the story of your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; pixie lott-cry me out (refuz sa cred asta:)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: bold; "&gt;7.What was high school like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eagles-hotel california&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: bold; "&gt;8.How can you get ahead in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee gees- stayin' alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: bold; "&gt;9.What is the best thing about your friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AC/DC- Moneytalks(stiam eu:)) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: bold; "&gt;10.What is in store for this weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-pain -Take your shirt off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: bold; "&gt;11.What song describes you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason Mraz-i'm yours...doh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: bold; "&gt;12.To describe your grandparents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bullet-abravia:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: bold; "&gt;13.How is your life going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rusted root- Send me on my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: bold; "&gt;14.What song will they play at your funeral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megadeth- Chosen ones( cu siguranta:D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: bold; "&gt;15.How does the world see you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starlight mints- What's inside of me( deja incep sa ma sperie astea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: bold; "&gt;16.Will you have a happy life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keane- Under pressure..:-t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: bold; "&gt;17.What do your friends really think of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Marley- I shot the sheriff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: bold; "&gt;18.Do people secretly lust after you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el negro- mi-e dor de tine( ce ar fi de inteles?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: bold; "&gt;19.How can I make myself happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AC/DC-T.N.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: bold; "&gt;20.What should you do with your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iris- FLoare de iris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7367753723874102110-8032693715830467847?l=sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com/feeds/8032693715830467847/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99PGrEo-ebQ/S8mEiMWkt2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OceHPBYxIEY/S220/DSC08587.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7367753723874102110.post-2561809603704327369</id><published>2010-03-30T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T14:53:45.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fara sens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Au trecut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 3 ani  si 10 luni de la primul meu concert&lt;br /&gt;- 1 an si 4 luni de cand mi-am cumparat chitara&lt;br /&gt;- 4 luni de cand sunt in cenaclu&lt;br /&gt;- 2 veri de nopti pierdute&lt;br /&gt;- o luna de cand am bagat iar bocancii undeva unde sper ca o sa ii gasesc iarna viitoare..si fularul meu atat de ..specific mie:D&lt;br /&gt;- 2 saptamani de cand nu am mai baut ciocolata calda&lt;br /&gt;- 30 de secunde de ultima oara cand am enervat pe cineva&lt;br /&gt;- 12 minute de cand a inceput "deadly women" pe discovery&lt;br /&gt;- o jumatate de ora de cand am inchis winampul&lt;br /&gt;- 7 ore de cand si-a ras Edi ciocu' ca sa nu dam lucrare la info&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai sunt&lt;br /&gt;- 2 ani de liceu&lt;br /&gt;- 3 zile pana de Paste&lt;br /&gt;- 8 ore pana o sa ma duc la magazin sa cumpar probabil  mango si dvd-uri&lt;br /&gt;- 1 luna si 17 zile pana la ACDC&lt;br /&gt;- vreo 2 zile pana o sa ma cert cu taticu' sa puna muzica mea in masina in drum spre "la tara"&lt;br /&gt;- 3 luni pana la vara, pana la ziua mea, pana la ziua Ioanei, pana la ziua Biancai, pana la cort, pana la mare, pana la muzica, pana la betii, pana la cer privit din iarba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu am idee ce m-a facut sa scriu post-ul asta ..si desi ma dezamageste ca arta, ca idee, ca si coerenta va aparea pe blog...in urmatoarele 3 2 ..&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/7367753723874102110-2561809603704327369?l=sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com/feeds/2561809603704327369/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7367753723874102110&amp;postID=2561809603704327369' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367753723874102110/posts/default/2561809603704327369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367753723874102110/posts/default/2561809603704327369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-nonsense-kind-of-post.html' title='Fara sens'/><author><name>just a dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610714326369969481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99PGrEo-ebQ/S8mEiMWkt2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OceHPBYxIEY/S220/DSC08587.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7367753723874102110.post-3318382278156086608</id><published>2009-10-26T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T00:11:37.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meanings</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/denisichi/0d3538a18482e1.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/denisichi/0d3538a18482e1.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;el negro - nopti fara tine&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7367753723874102110-3318382278156086608?l=sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com/feeds/3318382278156086608/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7367753723874102110&amp;postID=3318382278156086608' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367753723874102110/posts/default/3318382278156086608'/><link rel='self' 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O vara intreaga, trei luni, nopti nedormite si atatea vise. Imi facusem planuri. Trebuia sa fie ceva de exceptie. A fost, numai ca nu in felul in care ma asteptam. Mi s-a spus ca m-am schimbat si ceea ce m-a durut a fost ca mi s-a spus pe un ton dezamagit. Deci m-am schimbat in rau, fapt ce l-am constatat si eu, si care ma face sa imi pierd si putina incredere pe care o mai aveam in mine. Odata cu..inceperea anului scolar si revenirea la responsabilitatile de care imi e atata frica am tras o linie sub mine si sub tot ce s-a intamplat si m-am apucat sa calculez. Nu stiu daca am avut vreun pic de ajutor din partea matematicii atat de sarguincios predata de dirigu' dar macar am ajuns la o concluzie: sunt cea mai pesimista persoana in viata!!! Ma simt vinovata , intr-un mod ciudat, pentru ca m-am bucurat de vara. Si prin m-am bucurat eu inteleg faptul ca m-am deconectat cu totul de la viata sau cel putin de la tot ce imi striga mama printre usi trantite ca e cel mai important pentru mine. Am ajuns si la concluzia ca nu am niciun fel de telent scriitoricesc uneori batandu-ma chiar gandul de a renunta la bloggereala. Totusi parca ceva din mine vrea intelegere. Vrea sa i se dea dreptate pentru ca a stiut sa cante, sa se uite la stele si sa glumeasca pana in zori cu prietenii...pentru ca la ora 5 dimineata mergea cu bicicleta spre casa si pentru ca a invatat sa calareasca in loc sa faca exercitii la matematica. Astea fiind spuse mi-am luat o piatra de pe sufleţăl :)) si pot sa trec la urmatoarea constatare. Tot ceea ce credeam eu a sti despre iubire si prietenie, cele doua puncte de reper intre care ma invarteam eu, o liceeanca cu putin mai putin de o doaga lipsa din cate mi s-au spus:D,  s-a dovedit a fi gresit. Asociez aceasta constatare a mea cu o senzatie de imponderabilitate si cu franturi de melodii, cuvine, amintiri din ultima sambata din vacanta de vara 2009.&lt;br /&gt; Acum parca am cam obosit...de la prea multe constatari nu ca as fi facut mare chestie astazi. Las AC/DC-ul sa cante pă sistem , sa ma adoarma si sper sa mai am vreo frantura de inspiratie pentru posibile viitoare posturi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7367753723874102110-8335492060561751257?l=sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com/feeds/8335492060561751257/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7367753723874102110&amp;postID=8335492060561751257' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367753723874102110/posts/default/8335492060561751257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367753723874102110/posts/default/8335492060561751257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com/2009/09/cateva-constatari.html' title='Cateva constatari'/><author><name>just a dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610714326369969481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99PGrEo-ebQ/S8mEiMWkt2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OceHPBYxIEY/S220/DSC08587.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7367753723874102110.post-1295695678120480367</id><published>2009-04-29T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T12:41:09.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mai mult sau mai putin..</title><content type='html'>Cu cat fericirea este mai mare, cu atat si teama de a o pierde este mai profunda. Mi-a spus cineva ca trebuie sa fac o fericire din frumusetea fiecarui lucru marunt si aici vine si intrebarea mea "mai are rost?". Mi-am dat seama ca orice s-ar intampla, ne invartim intr-un cerc, intr-un cerc de stari scimbatoare, de varste, de persoane..in miscari bine conturate, adesea in ceata si avem parte de atatea vise, de atatea cantece, de atati prieteni mai mult sau mai putin trecatori. Facem cunostinta cu dragostea, cel mai frumos sentiment, care le subordoneaza pe toate celelalte si le face sa para parte din ea. Mergeam astazi pe strada si la un moment dat obosisem sa imi mai asucult gandurile si priveam norii, am vazut o petala de magnolie desprinzandu-se de crengi si cazand la picioarele mele. Mi s-a parut un moment unic. Intrebata de ce nu am pozat floarea caznad, am scpu ssimplu "pentru ca am pastrat-o in suflet". A sunat ciudat din gura mea. A sunat a roman de anticariat, a dragoste de cafenea..poate m-am schimbat eu si toate astea fac parte din mine. Refuz sa cred asta. Am trecut in fiecare zi pe langa copacul asta, l-am asteptat sa infloreasca, rugam  soarele sa il magaie, i-am admirat florile, subtil sa nu cumva sa le deranjez si acum realizez cu teama ca le-a trecut frumusetea, ca va trebui sa gasesc alt copac, alt floare, alta frumusete de admirat. Alt lucru simplu de iubit si intr-un fel aiurea simt un gol in stomac, a trecut si primavara. A trecut inca un an din viata mea in care nu am realizat nimic. Nu stiu daca are rost sa simt asta, dar e in sufletul meu si de acolo greu se scoate ceva, sau cineva. Cu asta am spus tot ce aveam pe suflet mai mult sau mai putin. Am aberat dar nu-i nimic, oricum putini vor citi ce am scris:D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7367753723874102110-1295695678120480367?l=sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com/feeds/1295695678120480367/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7367753723874102110&amp;postID=1295695678120480367' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367753723874102110/posts/default/1295695678120480367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367753723874102110/posts/default/1295695678120480367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com/2009/04/mai-mult-sau-mai-putin.html' title='Mai mult sau mai putin..'/><author><name>just a dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610714326369969481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99PGrEo-ebQ/S8mEiMWkt2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OceHPBYxIEY/S220/DSC08587.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7367753723874102110.post-5590364404781570955</id><published>2009-04-26T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T13:06:34.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ne ai pe noi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_99PGrEo-ebQ/SfVYT6987sI/AAAAAAAAADI/-aDyB-Vo3sM/s1600-h/P4152730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329262833332711106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_99PGrEo-ebQ/SfVYT6987sI/AAAAAAAAADI/-aDyB-Vo3sM/s400/P4152730.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99PGrEo-ebQ/SfVYIPw5W3I/AAAAAAAAADA/aMHVDATkjCE/s1600-h/Ionut052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329262632756665202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99PGrEo-ebQ/SfVYIPw5W3I/AAAAAAAAADA/aMHVDATkjCE/s400/Ionut052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am ajuns sa scriu numai cand cineva imi da sa scriu. O leapsa de exemplu, ultimele trei postari constau in asa ceva. Nu e vorba de faptul ca nu am timp, am chiar indeajuns incat sa fac orice altceva: sa ma uit la tv, sa cant la chitara, sa messenger-esc.. dar sa scriu sau sa citesc nu am avut rabdare. M-am uitat mult la cer zilele astea. Norii prindeau viata. Erau cand un dragon, cand un motociclist..cand o broasca testoasa strivita de asfalt:)) Si ii priveam impreuna cu prietenii mei. Prietenii mei care pe cat de minunati mi se par intr-o zi , pe-atat de tare ma enerveaza in alta. Am crescut impreuna. Eram mici, nici macar sexul nu ne deosebea, nu eram nici macar baieti si fete, eram copii. Jucam fotbal de dimineata pana seara si ajungeam acasa cu picioarele vinete. Cadeam, ne ridicam si o luam de la capat. Acum s-au schimbat atat de mult lucrurile incat privind in urma nu ma mai recunosc, nu ii mai recunosc. Alaturi de ei am invatat ce e bine sau rau si ne-am format pe parcurs personalitatile. Candva o sa fim oameni mari si o sa ne salutam dand din cap, cum se saluta oamenii mari:)) si nu cred ca atunci cand o sa ne intalnim pe strada o sa zicem "ce faci ma?" si o sa avem job-urile noastre (claudiu vrea sa se faca marinar) si familiile noastre! Nu cred ca o sa mai luam la pas muntii si o sa cantam in varf "am doar 18 ani" pentru ca vom avea mult mai mult. Toate astea ma fac sa vreau sa traiesc clipa.&lt;br /&gt;Va multumesc ma!:D&lt;br /&gt;Si cado' &lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/Vlady/c354b448bb81fa"&gt;o melodie&lt;/a&gt; frumoasa:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7367753723874102110-5590364404781570955?l=sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com/feeds/5590364404781570955/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7367753723874102110&amp;postID=5590364404781570955' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367753723874102110/posts/default/5590364404781570955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367753723874102110/posts/default/5590364404781570955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com/2009/04/am-ajuns-sa-scriu-numai-cand-cineva-imi.html' title='Ne ai pe noi...'/><author><name>just a dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610714326369969481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99PGrEo-ebQ/S8mEiMWkt2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OceHPBYxIEY/S220/DSC08587.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_99PGrEo-ebQ/SfVYT6987sI/AAAAAAAAADI/-aDyB-Vo3sM/s72-c/P4152730.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7367753723874102110.post-6746218569582143603</id><published>2009-04-23T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T10:51:07.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cum zicea Myley ca zicea Alexandra..o leapsa ABC-dareasca</title><content type='html'>Multumesc Myley:*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Available: pentru toti cei care au nevoie de mine&lt;br /&gt;- Age: varsta la care totul pare prea mic si in care cerul e singura limita&lt;br /&gt;- Annoyance: prostia &lt;br /&gt;- Allergic: la prostul gust(si cu asta am spus totul :manele, pitzipoance...) &lt;br /&gt;- Animal: cu cat mai multe cu atat mai bine:X&lt;br /&gt;- Actor: Ben Affleck,Liv Tyler, Jamie Lee Curtis si altii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;- Beer: Heineken si Ciucas..ce aiurea suna:D&lt;br /&gt;- Birthday/Birthplace: pentru mine birthday nu reprezinta luna, ziua, anul...pentru mine inseamna doar VARA:X&lt;br /&gt;- Best Friends: cei care au fost alaturi de mine cand am avut nevoie &lt;br /&gt;- Body Part on opposite sex: spate&lt;br /&gt;- Best feeling in the world: increderea in sine si dragostea&lt;br /&gt;- Blind or Deaf: Doamne nu &lt;br /&gt;- Best weather: summer rain &lt;br /&gt;- Been in Love: da..si singura care a ramas cu mine dupa atat been in love-eala a fost tot chitara&lt;br /&gt;- Been bitched out: not really&lt;br /&gt;- Been on stage: one upon a time&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in yourself?: din pacate nu:)&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in life on other planets: da, am ajuns la concluzia ca orice e posibil&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in miracles: da&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in Magic: da&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in God: DA&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in Satan: da&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in Santa: da, cred in fenomenul in sine nu in Mos CRaciun care sta la polul nord, Santa a devenit doar o traditie, o traditie in care cred&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in Ghosts/spirits: da, am vazut prea multe filme de gen&lt;br /&gt;- Believe in Evolution: da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;- Car: masinuta mea in care se asculta muzica buna:D:D&lt;br /&gt;- Candy: oricand oriunde&lt;br /&gt;- Color: green:X:X&lt;br /&gt;- Cried in school: da, odata de nervi si odata de fraiera ce am fost&lt;br /&gt;- Chocolate/Vanilla: vanilla&lt;br /&gt;- Chinese/Mexican: chinese&lt;br /&gt;- Cake or pie: pie doar daca e facuta de bunicamea..love mamaie:))&lt;br /&gt;- Countries to visit: intai si intai vreau sa vad statele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;- Day or Night: sunset:D&lt;br /&gt;- Dream vehicle: trenul catre fericire&lt;br /&gt;- Danced: da&lt;br /&gt;- Danced in the rain? da&lt;br /&gt;- Danced in the middle of the street? da...pe "copilita fara minte"&lt;br /&gt;- Do the splits? -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;- Eggs: de cioco?:D&lt;br /&gt;- Eyes: brown si pe ochiul stang am o pata&lt;br /&gt;- Everyone has: prieteni&lt;br /&gt;- Ever failed a class? not yet&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;br /&gt;- First crush: first love=toys&lt;br /&gt;- Full name: yeah right&lt;br /&gt;- First thoughts waking up: mai lasati-ma sa dorm, la asta ma gandesc nu am vlaga sa o si spun&lt;br /&gt;- Food: covrigi de la doamna dana&lt;br /&gt;-Fruits: avem, avem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;- Greatest Fear: chestii taratoare&lt;br /&gt;- Giver or taker: taker si giver, pe cat iau pe atata dau&lt;br /&gt;- Goals: unde nu trebuie&lt;br /&gt;- Gum: chewin'? hubba bubba cu visine &lt;br /&gt;- Get along with your parents? cel putin incerc&lt;br /&gt;- Good luck charms: nu chiar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;br /&gt;- Hair Colour: brown-black&lt;br /&gt;- Height: undeva inte 1.60 si 1.70&lt;br /&gt;- Happy: uenori si fara motiv, de multe ori&lt;br /&gt;- Holidays: in functie de holidays se numara zilele de la o vreme &lt;br /&gt;- How do you want to die:I just don't wanna die&lt;br /&gt;- Health freak? nu, dar cateodata mi-ar fi de folos&lt;br /&gt;- Hate: nu cred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;(In guys/girls)&lt;br /&gt;- Eye colour: albastrii&lt;br /&gt;- Hair Color: :-??&lt;br /&gt;- Height: nu cred ca exista un standard&lt;br /&gt;- Clothing Style: original, sa fie o parte din personalitatea respectivului&lt;br /&gt;- Characteristics: kindness&lt;br /&gt;- Ice Cream: hell yeah&lt;br /&gt;- Instrument: chitara mea frumoasa:X:X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;- Jewelry: bratarile facute de mine..:-"&lt;br /&gt;- Job: deocamdata nu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;br /&gt;- Kids: sunt simpatici ma&lt;br /&gt;- Kickboxing or karate: karate, e mai disciplinat&lt;br /&gt;- Keep a journal? da, pana l-au gasit ai mei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;- Longest Car Ride: dearest France&lt;br /&gt;- Love: se poate fara?&lt;br /&gt;- Letter: nu am primit dar imi place sa le citesc pe ale altora&lt;br /&gt;- Laughed so hard you cried: da...sigur.desi nu mai tin minte cand&lt;br /&gt;- Love at first sight: nope&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;- Milk flavour: vanilla milk&lt;br /&gt;- Movie: multe serii:D&lt;br /&gt;- Mooned anyone: not really&lt;br /&gt;- Marriage: trebuie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Motion sickness? nu, cel putin nu s-a manifestat:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- McD’s or BK: mai bine nu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;br /&gt;- Number of Siblings: eine kleine&lt;br /&gt;- Number of Piercings: zero&lt;br /&gt;- Number: 7&lt;br /&gt;-Nickname: a fost odata ca niciodata zaza&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;- Overused Phrases: "no shit"&lt;br /&gt;- One wish: nu pot sa aleg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;- Place you’d like to live: on an island in the sun&lt;br /&gt;- Pepsi/Coke: coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q&lt;br /&gt;- Quail: neah&lt;br /&gt;- Questionnaires: biology exams&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;- Reason to cry: filme si chiar carti pentru plansul de emotie..si mai exista un singur plans pentru mine: plansul de nervi&lt;br /&gt;- Reality T.V.: neah, I have my own reality&lt;br /&gt;- Radio Station: radio orioooon&lt;br /&gt;- Roll your tongue in a circle? da da da:&gt;:&gt; mi-a luat cam 2 ani sa ma prind cum&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;- Song: whiskey lullaby&lt;br /&gt;- Shoe size: depinde de shoe&lt;br /&gt;- Sushi: nope&lt;br /&gt;- Skipped school: :-"&lt;br /&gt;- Slept outside: da...doamne ce dragut se auzea marea&lt;br /&gt;- Seen a dead body? da, si niciodata nu m-am gandit la persoana respectiva ca la un dead body&lt;br /&gt;- Smoked? nu raspund:D&lt;br /&gt;- Shower daily? mai ales vara&lt;br /&gt;- Sing well? incerc&lt;br /&gt;- In the shower? daaaa&lt;br /&gt;- Swear? cam prea des&lt;br /&gt;- Stuffed Animals? nu..si mi se par chiar infricosatoare&lt;br /&gt;- Single/Group dates: single&lt;br /&gt;- Strawberries/Blueberries: straw*&lt;br /&gt;- Scientists need to invent: o lume perfecta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;- Time for bed: cand imi cade capul de pe umeri&lt;br /&gt;- Thunderstorms: frumos de privit de la geam&lt;br /&gt;- Touch your tongue to your nose? nu, da' pot sa imi ating nasul cu buzele:&gt;::))&lt;br /&gt;U&lt;br /&gt;- Unpredictable: din fericire da&lt;br /&gt;- Under the influence? inevitabil&lt;br /&gt;- Understanding? nu imi dau seama, am si eu momentele mele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;- Vegetable you hate: telina si pastarnac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Vacation spot: -&lt;br /&gt;W&lt;br /&gt;- Weakness: am si eu ca tot omul...&lt;br /&gt;- When you grow up: o sa fac ceva maret&lt;br /&gt;- Which one of your friends acts the most like you: andrei:D&lt;br /&gt;- Who makes you laugh the most: my brother&lt;br /&gt;- Worst feeling:  lonelyness&lt;br /&gt;-Want to be a model: nu, e ultimul lucru pe care mi l-as dori&lt;br /&gt;- Where do we go when we die: asta depinde de cat de frumos am trait&lt;br /&gt;- Worst weather: ploaia de toamna&lt;br /&gt;- Walk with a book on your head? da, cand eram mica si vazusem intr-un film&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;br /&gt;- X-Rays:  odata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y&lt;br /&gt;-Year it is now: 2009&lt;br /&gt;-Yellow: ca soarele:X&lt;br /&gt;Z&lt;br /&gt;- Zoo animal: let them free!!&lt;br /&gt;- Zodiac sign: gemeni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST PERSON WHO…&lt;br /&gt;1. Slept in a bed beside you? fratele meu&lt;br /&gt;2. Last person to see you cry? best friend&lt;br /&gt;3. Went to the movies with you? my friends&lt;br /&gt;4. You went to the mall with? mom&lt;br /&gt;5. You went to dinner with? friends..just love them&lt;br /&gt;6. You talked to on the phone? best friend&lt;br /&gt;7. Made you laugh? best friend, on the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; O dau si eu mai departe lui &lt;a href="http://green-ecstasy.blogspot.com"&gt;Scotty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7367753723874102110-6746218569582143603?l=sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com/feeds/6746218569582143603/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7367753723874102110&amp;postID=6746218569582143603' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367753723874102110/posts/default/6746218569582143603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367753723874102110/posts/default/6746218569582143603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com/2009/04/multumesc-myley-available-pentru-toti.html' title='Cum zicea Myley ca zicea Alexandra..o leapsa ABC-dareasca'/><author><name>just a dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610714326369969481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99PGrEo-ebQ/S8mEiMWkt2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OceHPBYxIEY/S220/DSC08587.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7367753723874102110.post-6644835264557958525</id><published>2009-03-11T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T07:12:44.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E clar, nu mai am timp nici sa scriu. Si nu e vorba de faptul ca as avea prea multe teme, sau prea multe vase de spalat, caini de plimbat sau covoare de aspirat. Eu stau toata ziua fara niciun rost si cant. Cant...visez..si cant...si visez. Si ATAT!! Bine ca am primit inca o leapsa..a doua ;;)..de la Bianca. Multumesc:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stii tu care este…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ziua cea mai frumoasa? - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;as fi zis 1 martie, prima zi in care apare soarele dupa iarna care l-a inghitit...acum nu stiu ce sa mai zic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cea mai mare greseala? - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;regretul, nu are rost sa iti para rau de ceva pentru cade multe ori nu ai cum sa indrepti lucrurile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Radacina tuturor relelor? - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;neincrederea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cea mai mare infrangere? - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;renuntarea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prima necesitate? - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;atentia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucrul care face fericit un om? - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dragostea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cel mai mare mister? - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sufletul si personalitatea omeneasca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persoana cea mai periculoasa? - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;persoana care am vrea sa fim, care exista undeva in noi si care tinde sa ne schimbe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Cel mai bun cadou? - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;prietenia sincera, atunci cand poti sa ai incredere in cineva, si acel cineva sa nu se considere superior, sa te inteleaga si sa te placa asa cum esti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lucrul cel mai de valoare? - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pozele pentru ca pastreaza vii amin&lt;/em&gt;tiri&lt;/strong&gt;le&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentul cel mai placut? - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;entuziasmul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Cel mai bun remediu? - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tacerea pe de-o parte si muzica de cealalta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Persoana de care ai nevoie cel mai mult? -&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; tu insuti, trebuie sa sti sa te ragasesti si sa fi impacat cu greselile si lucrurile bune pe care le-ai facut :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7367753723874102110-6644835264557958525?l=sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com/feeds/6644835264557958525/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7367753723874102110&amp;postID=6644835264557958525' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367753723874102110/posts/default/6644835264557958525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367753723874102110/posts/default/6644835264557958525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com/2009/03/e-clar-nu-mai-am-timp-nici-sa-scriu.html' title=''/><author><name>just a dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610714326369969481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99PGrEo-ebQ/S8mEiMWkt2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OceHPBYxIEY/S220/DSC08587.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7367753723874102110.post-6064021645936944336</id><published>2009-02-22T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T01:46:12.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99PGrEo-ebQ/SaG_mS3oA5I/AAAAAAAAACw/Bbg2b-AYhAk/s1600-h/P2041507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305732500640236434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99PGrEo-ebQ/SaG_mS3oA5I/AAAAAAAAACw/Bbg2b-AYhAk/s320/P2041507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Nu credeam niciodata ca o sa sufar. Cine s-ar fi gandit? Eram prea preocupata sa ma joc, sa alerg in jurul sentimentelor, sa le fac cu ochiul si sa le pacalesc...si apoi sa le intorc spatele. Nu am fost obisnuita cu asa ceva. Intotdeauna am fost cea care intorcea spatele, nu cea careia i se intorcea. Si ma doare. Ma doare ca am fost atat de oarba incat nu mi-am dat seama ca si eu faceam pe altii sa ii doara. Nu am cum sa schimb asta, e felul meu de-a fi..dar poate, candva, o sa reusesc sa vad dincolo de ego-ul meu ranit, de faptul ca demult am iubit. Si a durut. Trece timpul pe langa mine, undeva pe-acolo trece si fericirea si eu nu am indeajuns curaj incat sa ma arunc in fata ei. Poate o sa se arunce ea in fata mea. Am simtit nevoia sa scriu, am si constatat ca eu nu imi imaginez ca cineva sa citeasca ceea ce scriu. Eu doar imi deschid sufletul in fata tastaturii. Degetele imi fug pe taste..fug chiar repede dupa atata timp de messenger-eala..si sunt sincere..niste degete sincere si lungi, cu unghii scurte si tocite de corzi, si inelarul dungat din cauza si-ului...si bratara facuta la mare....si ganduri...si ochii mei obositi...si un somn dulce care ma asteapta sub plapuma.&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/7367753723874102110-6064021645936944336?l=sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com/feeds/6064021645936944336/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7367753723874102110&amp;postID=6064021645936944336' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367753723874102110/posts/default/6064021645936944336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367753723874102110/posts/default/6064021645936944336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com/2009/02/nu-credeam-niciodata-ca-o-sa-sufar.html' title=''/><author><name>just a dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610714326369969481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99PGrEo-ebQ/S8mEiMWkt2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OceHPBYxIEY/S220/DSC08587.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99PGrEo-ebQ/SaG_mS3oA5I/AAAAAAAAACw/Bbg2b-AYhAk/s72-c/P2041507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7367753723874102110.post-5079653514969188043</id><published>2009-02-18T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T12:35:44.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Close to flame....doar o leapşă..prima leapşă</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_99PGrEo-ebQ/SZxwPO2QAXI/AAAAAAAAACo/MUVXvVrmo78/s1600-h/P2031483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304237868121588082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_99PGrEo-ebQ/SZxwPO2QAXI/AAAAAAAAACo/MUVXvVrmo78/s320/P2031483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_99PGrEo-ebQ/SZxvRw3ZlDI/AAAAAAAAACg/NBOIwmW2fUU/s1600-h/P2031483.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am primit o leapşă, prima mea leapşa! M-a ajutat să descopar despre mine însami lucruri de care uitasem, m-a ajutat să plâng, să râd (făra exagerări) si să îmi aduc aminte de ceea ce m-a făcut pe mine să fiu astăzi ceea ce sunt, să scriu ceea ce scriu, de evoluţia sau revoluţia adolescenţei mele. Am scris sincer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;* &lt;em&gt;Sunt…&lt;strong&gt;un fir de praf, un gând răzleţ, un copil.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* As vrea… &lt;strong&gt;să caut fericirea acolo unde trebuie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Mi-as fi dorit… &lt;strong&gt;o Sanziană , floarea cu mirosul cel mai dulce de pe lume, pe birou.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Nu imi place… &lt;strong&gt;să fac ceea ce îmi spun alţii.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Pastrez… &lt;strong&gt;marea în suflet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ma tem de… &lt;strong&gt;plictiseală şi tăcere.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Aud… &lt;strong&gt;când îmi doresc cu adevarat, cum creste iarba.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Imi pare rau… &lt;strong&gt;că nu am curajul să recunosc ceea ce simt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Imi plac…&lt;strong&gt; nopţile cu valurile in ureche.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Nu sunt… &lt;strong&gt;ceea ce nu vreau să fiu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Dansez… &lt;strong&gt;de câte ori am ocazia, cu mâinile spre cer 8-&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Cant… &lt;strong&gt;dimineaţa, cânt să mă trezesc.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Niciodata… &lt;strong&gt;nu o sa mai spun niciodată.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Rar… &lt;strong&gt;ma port frumos cu cei care se poarta urât cu mine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Plang cand privesc… &lt;strong&gt;înapoi, cand văd cum tipul trece si nu observăm, şi "cautam ceva ce, nu stiam...tot aici eram".(zob si mara- cantec de dragoste)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Nu-mi place de mine… &lt;strong&gt;când fac pe cineva să sufere.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Sunt confuza… &lt;strong&gt;de atât de multe ori, incat nici nu mai percep starea asta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;* Am nevoie de…&lt;strong&gt; răbdare, ambiţie şi de cineva care sa mă împingă de la spate.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ar trebui… &lt;strong&gt;să dau mai multă atenţie oamenilor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/7367753723874102110-5079653514969188043?l=sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com/feeds/5079653514969188043/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7367753723874102110&amp;postID=5079653514969188043' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367753723874102110/posts/default/5079653514969188043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367753723874102110/posts/default/5079653514969188043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com/2009/02/am-primit-o-leapsa-prima-mea-leapsa-m.html' title='Close to flame....doar o leapşă..prima leapşă'/><author><name>just a dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610714326369969481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99PGrEo-ebQ/S8mEiMWkt2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OceHPBYxIEY/S220/DSC08587.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_99PGrEo-ebQ/SZxwPO2QAXI/AAAAAAAAACo/MUVXvVrmo78/s72-c/P2031483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7367753723874102110.post-4719958191741471194</id><published>2009-02-11T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:11:08.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Si o iau iarasi de la capat</title><content type='html'>Constat pe zi ce trece schimbarile orasului in care traiesc, faptul ca oricat am incerca sa impiedicam evolutia asta negativa nu reusim si ne vedem, intr-un final, neputiinciosi si dezamagiti. Mi-a ramas doar sa ma amuz, sa fac haz de necaz. Saptamana trecuta mi-am luat gandurile si cartile de joc in ghiozdan si am plecat la drum cu o destinatie sigura : "la mamaie". Acolo unde stiu ca e bine. Ca ajung acasa si miroase a ceai, ca e cald si ca mereu ma asteapta cate o vorba buna. Am urcat muntele si l-am coborat, am tinut zapada in mana, am numarat nori si brazi si, cum toate lucrurile frumoase dureaza putin, a trebuit sa ma intorc si acasa. Am coborat din autobuz, autobuz in care m-am cam cultivat cu cele mai noi melodii ale fiilor aliajelor aur-zinc si alte metale (copilul de aur mai exact, sau copilu').  Am asteptat la unul dintre cele 3 semafoare ale orasului nostru sa se faca verde, la trecerea de pietoni.Bineinteles ca pe langa mine au trecut strada in jur de 10 persoane, ignorand omuletul rosu din cutia neagra de pe stalpul de peste drum, ghidandu-se dupa faptul ca nu treceau masini in momentul acela. Ei bine, eu nu am vrut sa trec. Cred ca a fost doar dorinta de a arata celorlalti cam cum sta treaba cu semafoarele sau dorinta de a iesi din turma, de a nu ma pierde in multime. Culmea, nici dorinta de a face ceva interzis, adrenalina , chestii, nu a fost indeajuns de tare incat sa ma clinteasca din loc. Si am asteptat omuletul verde. Am trecut strada si am mers tot inainte. Mergeam incet sperand ca timpul, printr-un fel de magie, sa ma intoarca in apoi la munte, la brazi. Nici sa visez nu am putut. Dintr-o curte ies doua fustoase( femei cu fuste largi...rroamele..tot respectu') si se urca intr-un Mercedes de teren, 4x4. Mai mai sa le cada salbele da' haur de la gat. Spuneam, se urca in masina si mi-l aduc din nou in suflet pe prietenul meu auritul. Respir: inspir profund, expir usurat. Merg, merg...cu vise in gand si gandul departe si cer o pauza, cer o clipa de tacere. Nu cer decat sa se opreasca timpul in loc pentru cinci minute. Sa fac rost de puterea necesara pentru a o lua de la capat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7367753723874102110-4719958191741471194?l=sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com/feeds/4719958191741471194/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7367753723874102110&amp;postID=4719958191741471194' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367753723874102110/posts/default/4719958191741471194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367753723874102110/posts/default/4719958191741471194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com/2009/02/si-o-iau-iarasi-de-la-capat.html' title='Si o iau iarasi de la capat'/><author><name>just a dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610714326369969481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99PGrEo-ebQ/S8mEiMWkt2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OceHPBYxIEY/S220/DSC08587.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7367753723874102110.post-8697294686563922338</id><published>2009-02-04T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T12:35:25.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99PGrEo-ebQ/SYlXRk06n4I/AAAAAAAAACQ/EPTa3ZvBkAE/s1600-h/Poza041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298862396033113986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99PGrEo-ebQ/SYlXRk06n4I/AAAAAAAAACQ/EPTa3ZvBkAE/s320/Poza041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nu am mai scris de mult timp pe bloggeraş. Nu am avut timp,chef sau poate doar inspiratie. Viata de liceu imi ocupa tot timpul si nu imi place. Ma plictiseste. Sunt intr-o cautare disperata de lucruri noi, lucruri care sa îmi aduca cat de cat culoare in viaţa. Mă învartesc întruna intre calculator, chitara si carti fara speranta. Caut ceva.... Mi s-a facut si dor de mare. La mare ma simt libera. Sunt atat de departe de casa incat am impresia ca visez...ca tot ce tine de persoana mea a ramas in urma, ca sunt un om nou. Marea si muzica. Cele doua M-uri ale mele. Ma incurc in propriile ganduri si nimeni nu ma mai intelege. Vreau sa nu am o existenta stearsa, sa insemn ceva, pentru cineva. Daca nu pot sa fiu un exemplu bun, sa fiu unul rau. Dar sa fiu. Nu stiu daca e bine, nu cred. Si totusi o sa trec si prin asta, ca prin tot ce am trecut si pana acum: cu barbia bine infipta in piept si gandul departe:D. Am facut cunostinta si cu invidia zilele astea. Din pacate. Si mi-am dat seama ca trebuie sa fi foarte inteligent, prea inteligent si cu tarie de sine ca sa nu te pretezi la niste jocuri caraghioase menite sa sadeasca cearta.Acum iarasi stau degeaba. As vedea un film dar nu am rabdare, as citi o carte dar stiu ca din momentul in care o incep nu o mai las din mana si imi ocupa mult prea mult timp, as dormi cu riscul ca mai apoi sa simt ca nu am facut nimic si sa ma invinovatesc. Astept doar sa inceapa scoala. Sa trec iar neobservata iar eu sa observ totul. Din pacate asta a devenit aproape imposibil. Oricat m-as ascunde tot nu reusesc sa raman singura. Deci vacanta asta, fie ea doar de o saptamana, e binevenita. Am ajuns pe munte, am ajuns la zapada, am ras, am jucat carti si am reconsolidat prietenii. Sunt multumita si totusi ceva lipseste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;PS: Desenul nu este facut de mine ci de un prieten, un prieten foarte talentat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&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/7367753723874102110-8697294686563922338?l=sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com/feeds/8697294686563922338/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7367753723874102110&amp;postID=8697294686563922338' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367753723874102110/posts/default/8697294686563922338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367753723874102110/posts/default/8697294686563922338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com/2009/02/searching.html' title='Searching....'/><author><name>just a dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610714326369969481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99PGrEo-ebQ/S8mEiMWkt2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OceHPBYxIEY/S220/DSC08587.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99PGrEo-ebQ/SYlXRk06n4I/AAAAAAAAACQ/EPTa3ZvBkAE/s72-c/Poza041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7367753723874102110.post-8382994215358640685</id><published>2008-10-15T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:17:11.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deductii...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt; Eu, fratele meu  doarme cu capul pe maini, mama priveste pe geam la fostele lanuri infinite de grau si tata  conduce: suntem in masina. Octombrie se lasa incetul cu incetul si paltinii de pe marginea soselei au ingalbenit cu totul. Eu, un simplu contemplator al transformarilor din jurul meu privesc pe geam. Prin orasele mai mari vedeam masini, oameni in rest totul era pustiu. Mi-ar fi placut sa vad si in seara aceea apusul tot langa Dunare, dar ma intorc acasa intre blocurile monotone care imi inconjoara viata.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Satul Comana, judetul Olt. Pe langa noi au trecut trei motociclete,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;toate cu acelasi numar: OT. inca ceva.TOB. Primul motociclist era cu nevasta/iubita pe motocicleta.Deductie: ei mergeau inaintea tuturor, deci ei trebuia sa fie proprietarii motocicletelor. Alta deductie: Ca sa detina trei motociclete trebuie sa aiba bani, ca sa aiba bani trebuie sa fie proprietarul unei intreprinderi in cazul asta, daca este sef inseamna ca trebuie sa aiba si angajati respectiv asociati. Cele trei motociclete mergeau in coloana. Cel de-al doilea motociclist era singur, avea si el ca si primii doi geaca de piele cu inscriptia &lt;em&gt;Harley Davidson&lt;/em&gt; deci el trebuie sa fi fost asociatul sau ruda...oricum marile afaceri se fac in familie. Ultimul in sir purta o bluza de trening prea putin calitativa pentru motocicleta pe care o conducea o&lt;em&gt;  Yamaha &lt;/em&gt;simpatica, de autostrada(am cam avut de a face cu&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;motociclete)sau de viteza care clar nu era al lui. Deductie: ultimul motociclist e angajatul, un angajat destept astfel incat seful sa-si dea seama de calitatea lui  si sa il tina pe aproape insa nu indeajuns de destept ca sa se afirme. Bineinteles ca acestea sunt doar deductiile mele de la geamul unei masini, de pe o strada, din Romanica. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     &lt;em&gt;Bineinteles si ca nu voi sti cum stau de fapt lucrurile cu cei trei motociclisti din satul Comana si bineinteles ca nu e treaba mea insa in lipsa de ocupatie m-am hotarat sa scriu pe bloguletz sa expun modul meu de a gandi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si un final cu dedicatie pt pitzipoancele de la mine din liceu:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;G3tT a l!if3 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:f@t@"&gt;&lt;em&gt;f@t@ ... b3x&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; la voi:)):))...oh doamne am luat-o pe alte carari si i am &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;aberating&lt;/span&gt;:))...scoala asta:D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7367753723874102110-8382994215358640685?l=sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com/feeds/8382994215358640685/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7367753723874102110&amp;postID=8382994215358640685' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367753723874102110/posts/default/8382994215358640685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367753723874102110/posts/default/8382994215358640685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com/2008/10/deductii.html' title='Deductii...'/><author><name>just a dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610714326369969481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99PGrEo-ebQ/S8mEiMWkt2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OceHPBYxIEY/S220/DSC08587.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7367753723874102110.post-4722246417926760717</id><published>2008-10-07T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:47:09.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu mai inteleg nimic..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Ne nastem ca sa murim... trec anii peste noi si de multe ori trec fara ca noi sa fi facut mare lucru. Suntem condamnati la existenta, existenta in care incercam sa atingem fericirea suprema. Imi place sa privesc oamenii, pe strada, la scoala, la coada la cabinetul medicului de familie. Oare ei sunt fericiti? Nu de putine ori aud povesti frumoase pe care as fi vrut si eu sa le traiesc care se termina cu "ce fericiti am fost odata". Viata...condamnare sau privilegiu? Ca de obicei ajung sa ma contrazic. O consider un privilegiu pentru cei care reusesc sa indeplineasca cu adevarat ceva, sa lase o amprenta pe aceasta planeta albastra si pe cei care sunt fericiti. Sunt multe lucruri pe care nu le inteleg insa inteleg ca toti suntem pe lume cu un scop, pentru ca nimic nu e la voia intamplarii. Suntem prizonierii destinului, inlatuiti sa ne nastem...si sa murim.&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/lastexit/d8403c427271ef"&gt;http://www.trilulilu.ro/lastexit/d8403c427271ef&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7367753723874102110-4722246417926760717?l=sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com/feeds/4722246417926760717/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7367753723874102110&amp;postID=4722246417926760717' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367753723874102110/posts/default/4722246417926760717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367753723874102110/posts/default/4722246417926760717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com/2008/10/nu-mai-inteleg-nimic.html' title='Nu mai inteleg nimic..'/><author><name>just a dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610714326369969481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99PGrEo-ebQ/S8mEiMWkt2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OceHPBYxIEY/S220/DSC08587.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7367753723874102110.post-4310969334204796023</id><published>2008-10-07T10:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T12:59:46.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99PGrEo-ebQ/SOu_qIOILnI/AAAAAAAAABM/g91eOd_fH2s/s1600-h/new-jersey-autumn8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254504120739966578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99PGrEo-ebQ/SOu_qIOILnI/AAAAAAAAABM/g91eOd_fH2s/s320/new-jersey-autumn8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;Niciodata nu am stiut sa imi gestionez timpul. Multi ar spune ca in principiu eu nu fac nimic, si cateodata le dau dreptate. Jumatate din timpul meu il petrec cu muzica, muzica ma insoteste peste tot si este cel mai bun prieten. Nu stiu daca si altcuiva i s-a mai intamplat dar eu cand ascult o melodie, cum fac de obicei, de sute de ori ma atasez repede de cel care imi canta, il simt aproape. Nu fac mai mult decat mi se cere dar nici mai putin, nu pot, decat acel lucru ma atrage foarte mult, si nici atunci. Scriu acum in speranta ca biologia o sa imi intre singura in cap pentru ca eu, sa pot citi in pace. Imi place si sa citesc, desi cred ca asa ideile mele sunt transformate. Cred, insa, ca preluand idei de la cei mult mai intelepti dect mine poate ma voi innobila si eu cu putin din intelepciunea lor.&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/7367753723874102110-4310969334204796023?l=sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com/feeds/4310969334204796023/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7367753723874102110&amp;postID=4310969334204796023' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367753723874102110/posts/default/4310969334204796023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367753723874102110/posts/default/4310969334204796023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com/2008/10/niciodata-nu-am-stiut-sa-imi-gestionez.html' title=''/><author><name>just a dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610714326369969481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99PGrEo-ebQ/S8mEiMWkt2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OceHPBYxIEY/S220/DSC08587.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99PGrEo-ebQ/SOu_qIOILnI/AAAAAAAAABM/g91eOd_fH2s/s72-c/new-jersey-autumn8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7367753723874102110.post-1757475180361599250</id><published>2008-10-06T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T12:35:47.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflexii la reflexii</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99PGrEo-ebQ/SOpohh1WgjI/AAAAAAAAABE/6SKmXCWebuo/s1600-h/dyjdtyj.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254126840508219954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99PGrEo-ebQ/SOpohh1WgjI/AAAAAAAAABE/6SKmXCWebuo/s320/dyjdtyj.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Oare ce sa fie viata pentru om? Drumul intre prima si ultima suflare, sigur. Iar cand ai trait cea mai mare parte a ei, poti spune c-ar fi si deosebirea dintre inchipuire si realitate. Traim permanent intre ceea ce ne-am dori si ceea ce ni se ofera. Intristatoare pacaleala care trebuie indurata cu mult curaj.[...] Cred ca idealul unei vieti echilibrate e linistea si lipsa evenimentelor care s-o perturbe."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Ileana Vulpescu)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Astea sunt reflexiile la care eu trebuie sa reflectez....&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/7367753723874102110-1757475180361599250?l=sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com/feeds/1757475180361599250/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7367753723874102110&amp;postID=1757475180361599250' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367753723874102110/posts/default/1757475180361599250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367753723874102110/posts/default/1757475180361599250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com/2008/10/reflexii-la-reflexii.html' title='Reflexii la reflexii'/><author><name>just a dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610714326369969481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99PGrEo-ebQ/S8mEiMWkt2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OceHPBYxIEY/S220/DSC08587.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99PGrEo-ebQ/SOpohh1WgjI/AAAAAAAAABE/6SKmXCWebuo/s72-c/dyjdtyj.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7367753723874102110.post-5104222447195063027</id><published>2008-10-06T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T13:46:15.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>scrise de mine- iunie 2008</title><content type='html'>*Cu totii suntem niste persoane diferite din toate punctele de vedere si asa ar trebui sa si ramanem, sa nu ne modelam firea dupa niste tipare ci fim originali si interesanti prin propriile noastre idei si sentimente.&lt;br /&gt;*Am incercat dintotdeauna sa inteleg psihologia umana, sa cunosc mai multi oameni, sa leg prietenii, sa le dezleg, doar de dragul de a le fi facut pe toate.&lt;br /&gt;*Cel mai urat sentiment dintre toate este regretul.Mi se pare nemilos sa iti para rau ca nu ai facut ceva sau ca ai facut si nu poti face nimic ca sa schimbi lucrurile. Atata timp cat omenirea nu are darul de a da timpul inapoi, prudenta este singurul lucru care ne poate feri de regret.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7367753723874102110-5104222447195063027?l=sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com/feeds/5104222447195063027/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7367753723874102110&amp;postID=5104222447195063027' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367753723874102110/posts/default/5104222447195063027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367753723874102110/posts/default/5104222447195063027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com/2008/10/scrise-de-mine-iunie-2008-tabara.html' title='scrise de mine- iunie 2008'/><author><name>just a dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610714326369969481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99PGrEo-ebQ/S8mEiMWkt2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OceHPBYxIEY/S220/DSC08587.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7367753723874102110.post-5993528800719549478</id><published>2008-10-04T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T13:01:46.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A inceput scoala.....yehheeehooo:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99PGrEo-ebQ/SOvAJBijjeI/AAAAAAAAABU/O2_25z5l0Gw/s1600-h/cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254504651522543074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99PGrEo-ebQ/SOvAJBijjeI/AAAAAAAAABU/O2_25z5l0Gw/s320/cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99PGrEo-ebQ/SOdWvwGR4qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2NvAJI7C5Ww/s1600-h/cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru mine vacanta a fost un prilej sa ma recreez, sa caut raspunsuri pentru ceea ce nu intelegeam sau sa uit ceea ce ma deranja. Intotdeauna am stiut sa evit conflictele, sa le aplanez, numai ca atunci cand sunt pusa in fata unor situatii neplacute imi place sa lupt pentru opiniile mele care, fie ele gresite sau bine intemeiate, sunt rosul filozofiei mele proprii. Astazi m-am hotarat sa scriu despre nedreptate, despre faptul ca ,oricat am incerca sa fim corecti si cumsecade, exista mereu cineva care ne face sa ne oprima exprimarea ideilor.De obicei sunt o persoana vesela, de obicei, asta cand nu am de a face cu oameni aroganti si plini de sine. Cand ma bucura ceva arat asta prin toti porii si nu ma sfiesc sa le spun tuturor de bucuria mea. &lt;em&gt;Evident &lt;/em&gt;ca pe multi nu ii intereseza. Ok fratilor numai ca nici pe mine nu ma interseaza ca nu va intereseaza. Nu am mai postat de mult timp pentru ca am gasit multe alte lucruri de facut. De atunci si pana acum am inceput viata de liceanca, viata care oricat de interesanta ar fi ma intriga prin simplul fapt ca suntem toti clasificati pe grupe sociale, pe culoarea hainelor sau pe cea a pielii. Sincera sa fiu si eu fac la randul meu niste discriminari, numai ca eu ii discriminez pe discriminanti. Niciodata nu am facut parte dintr-un astfel de grup. Imi place sa imi creez propriul stil vestimentar, imi place sa ascult muzica mea si nimeni, absolut nimeni nu are voie sa ma critice pentru asta. Azi este o zi de sambata frumoasa care a inceput pentru mine si pentru restul elevilor de la clasa a IX-a A cu 3 ore de matematica, carora le-am supravietuit cu brio. Tot astazi am descoperit trei dintre slabiciunle mele( pe langa muzica buna si marea) batranii, copiii mici si catelusii, carora le-as da si ultimul meu cent numai sa stiu ca le-am facut un bine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pam,pam&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/7367753723874102110-5993528800719549478?l=sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com/feeds/5993528800719549478/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7367753723874102110&amp;postID=5993528800719549478' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367753723874102110/posts/default/5993528800719549478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367753723874102110/posts/default/5993528800719549478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com/2008/10/inceput-scoalayehheeehoood.html' title='A inceput scoala.....yehheeehooo:D'/><author><name>just a dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610714326369969481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99PGrEo-ebQ/S8mEiMWkt2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OceHPBYxIEY/S220/DSC08587.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99PGrEo-ebQ/SOvAJBijjeI/AAAAAAAAABU/O2_25z5l0Gw/s72-c/cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7367753723874102110.post-7055590852208033368</id><published>2008-06-12T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:31:01.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiratia nu vine singura la tine trebuie sa o gasesti</title><content type='html'>O mare scriitoare, desi nu mai stiu care dintre ele, spunea ca atunci cand are ceava de spus scrie iar atunci cand nu are nimic de spus scrie despre situatia in care se afla. Eu uneori ma uimesc cu ideile mele geniale, ma leg de cate un cuvant, un obiect, un paianjen din coltul peretelui si incepeam sa dezvolt un cadru, o intamplare "ce-ar fi daca?". Dar pana ajung la calculator sau pana gasesc un pix in dezordinea care ma inconjoara uit, sau imi pierd  sirul gandurilor. Incerc acum sa gasesc acel ceva de care sa ma leg:  icoana, o crema, un telefon, o pereche de pantaloni si sub ei ceva verde. Wow, mister...! Ce ar putea fi acel ceva verde? Verdele imi aduce de primavara, de nou, de prospetime. Ar putea fi o omida? Ar putea fi un tricu versace pierdut la mine in odaie( n-am putut sa ma abtin)? Daca este un extraterestu din planeta Catalinus Rumanus Criticus? Mai mult suspans..mmm place (inghetata din frigiderul verde)! Hai sa dam pantalonii d acolo...eventual ii si punem la loc. HA HA HA HA! e caietul d botanica dintr-a cincea!!! Duamne si cat l-am mai cautat!! Of of mai mai!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7367753723874102110-7055590852208033368?l=sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com/feeds/7055590852208033368/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7367753723874102110&amp;postID=7055590852208033368' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367753723874102110/posts/default/7055590852208033368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367753723874102110/posts/default/7055590852208033368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com/2008/06/inspiratia-nu-vine-singura-la-tine.html' title='Inspiratia nu vine singura la tine trebuie sa o gasesti'/><author><name>just a dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610714326369969481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99PGrEo-ebQ/S8mEiMWkt2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OceHPBYxIEY/S220/DSC08587.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7367753723874102110.post-3335449920579526990</id><published>2008-06-06T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T08:27:44.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~no name~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nu stiu ce se intampla cu mine, insa de la un timp am devenit foarte sensibila. Stau si ma gandesc la abstractul care ne inconjoara:timpul, fiinta, nemarginirea. Mi-e greu sa ma pot concentra cand in urechi imi zbiara Guta de la vecinul de la parter si in acelasi timp mi-e greu sa nu percep vulgaritatea noastra prin simplul fapt ca veneram niste nomazi gegosi si hoti, si urati, si negri s.a.m.d. Citeam intr-o seara un pasaj din cartea "Viata, viata, legata cu ata" scrisa de  marea doamna Ileana Vulpescu -in fata careia ma inclin cu tot respectul-  in ritmuri vibrante si gretoase de manele sensibilizatoare. Nu am mai avut de mult timp rabdarea sa citesc sau sa vad un film bun sau in general sa fac ceva, care imi poate solicita atentia. Sunt atat de obosita si tot ce cer e sa fiu lasata sa dorm intr-o stare de amorteala, sa nu aud niciun zgomot, sa nu simt nicio miscare si apoi sa ma trezesc sa o iau de la capat. Am invatat la scoala de la stimata mea profesoara de limba si literatura romana dna Banu Mihaela o gramada de clisee ingramadite in capatana mea grea de somn pentru a le folosi in comentaea textelor la prima vedere si cred ca in acest context imi pot permite sa le folosesc referitor la romanul numit mai sus. Titlul este sugestiv, in stransa legatura cu continutul textului si reprezinta prima forma de contact a cititorului: subsemnata cu acesta. Mi-a dat mult de gandit expresivitatea acestor cuvinte. Ma vedeam pe mine invartindu-ma intr-un vartej de ape (ca acela cand se scurge apa din chiuveta) si incercam sa scap. Asa aseman eu trecerea mea prin viata, ca o lupta continua, atat cu mine insami cat si cu cei din jur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7367753723874102110-3335449920579526990?l=sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com/feeds/3335449920579526990/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7367753723874102110&amp;postID=3335449920579526990' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367753723874102110/posts/default/3335449920579526990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367753723874102110/posts/default/3335449920579526990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-name.html' title='~no name~'/><author><name>just a dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610714326369969481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99PGrEo-ebQ/S8mEiMWkt2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OceHPBYxIEY/S220/DSC08587.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7367753723874102110.post-6541104321021429711</id><published>2008-06-03T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T13:44:01.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fericire (in rate doar cu buletinul:D)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A venit vara..finally! Cele trei luni in care oricat te-ar bate toata lumea la cap, tu stai si freci cu pila caramizi. Dorul de vacanta, de mare nu e ceva nou pentru mine dar faptul ca se apropie asa de repede ma incita, imi da furnicaturi pe sira spinarii. Si iar o sa ajung in Vama sa stau sa vad rasaritul printre zeci de nudisti fara inhibitii. De fapt cred ca tocmai asta imi place la aeasta statiune, si nu spun asta vrand sa par un obsedat de posterioare goale, ma refer la faptul ca eu, care toata viata m-am considerat o persoana ciudata, mai altfel de cat toata lumea, ma simt bine acolo alaturi de cei de teapa mea, pe care nimeni nu-i judeca, nimei nu zice ca au parul prea lung, sub limba. E locul meu de suflet si as vrea sa mai ajung inca 90 de ani, dupa calculele mele bine stabilite acolo. Well...I will be dreaming on and on. God save the queen!!! ;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7367753723874102110-6541104321021429711?l=sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com/feeds/6541104321021429711/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7367753723874102110&amp;postID=6541104321021429711' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367753723874102110/posts/default/6541104321021429711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367753723874102110/posts/default/6541104321021429711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com/2008/06/fericire-in-rate-doar-cu-buletinuld.html' title='Fericire (in rate doar cu buletinul:D)'/><author><name>just a dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610714326369969481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99PGrEo-ebQ/S8mEiMWkt2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OceHPBYxIEY/S220/DSC08587.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7367753723874102110.post-6490012014766070819</id><published>2008-06-03T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T00:16:56.227-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blonda 90-60-90 Nike'/><title type='text'>Inceput de drum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;    De curand am trait un moment trist. Mi-am dat seama de lumea in care traim. M-as duce pana la bazar sa-mi cumpar o curea D&amp;amp;G scris mare cu cristale (fake bineinteles) dar sunt prea ocupata sa filozofez asupra prostiei umane. Bineinteles ca mi-as etala noii mei Nike tot din bazar, of course dar ma gandec la cat de trist e faptul ca traim intr-o lume atat de snoaba, inculta si ignoranta si scriu ca sa imi inceteze oful asta al meu de om ganditor. Nu sunt un om perfect, de fapt mereu incerc sa imi gasesc defecte, de teama ca nu cumva sa le gaseasca altcineva inainte. E clar ca trebuie sa invat sa ma plac asa cum sunt. Cat de bine ar da la hi5 sa fiu o papusa blonda: 1.80; 90-60-90 si sa fiu fashion, vintage, trendy, cool, fresh, ce mai sa fiu o minunata brilianta, sa se mandreasca de mine cocalarii mei vecini. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;                                                                       La cat mai multe posturi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7367753723874102110-6490012014766070819?l=sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com/feeds/6490012014766070819/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7367753723874102110&amp;postID=6490012014766070819' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367753723874102110/posts/default/6490012014766070819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7367753723874102110/posts/default/6490012014766070819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sub-masa-lui-tanti-getuta.blogspot.com/2008/06/inceput-de-drum.html' title='Inceput de drum'/><author><name>just a dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09610714326369969481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99PGrEo-ebQ/S8mEiMWkt2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OceHPBYxIEY/S220/DSC08587.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
