<?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-8509272017192088676</id><updated>2011-09-14T10:28:46.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Eyes...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-7496790291632334788</id><published>2010-06-15T00:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T01:21:26.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VI B.C.</title><content type='html'>Anul trecut pe timpul asta nici nu visam ca o sa ajung vreodata sa cant asa cum o fac acum...eram la stadiu de folosit matura pe post de microfon si prostit pe la mici spectacole pe acasa... Apoi i-a venit ideea unuia din colegii de facultata care deja avea experienta cu trupa N.U.D.E. ...ne-am hotarat sa ne facem trupa de rock..si-a sunat bunul prieten care era chitarist..si am inceput sa ne cautam sala..asa ca in ianuarie pentru prima data mergeam sa vedem o sala de repetitii care putea fi a noastra, in Timpuri Noi...am facut afacerea si am inchiriat sala..am trecut prin mici..mari schimbari de componenta..iar acum suntem 6 nebuni...care vor sa sperie vestul:D&lt;br /&gt;Toby(Alex)- Tobe&lt;br /&gt;Vlad - Bass&lt;br /&gt;Silviu - Chitara 1&lt;br /&gt;Teddy - Chitara 2&lt;br /&gt;Chitz (Andrei) - Clape&lt;br /&gt;Elena - Voce&lt;br /&gt;Noi formam VI B.C., tare greu a mai fost si cu gasirea unui nume..in conditiile in care ajunsesem sa stam in statie la metrou si sa cautam nume pe pereti sau pe automatele de suc:D...apoi a venit..noi ne facem singuri piesele singura problema vine la organizare si tindem sa fim "epici" si sa tinem piesa cat mai mult:)) pana ni se rup corzile..clapele..alamurile...iar eu raman fara voce:))si de aceea B.C. vine de la Broken Chords si nu de la Before Christ cum probabil v-ati gandit, desii ambele denumiri ne caracterizeaza.&lt;br /&gt;In ultima perioada s-a muncit mult si intens..cu nopti pierdute cu folos si iata ce a iesit..va las cu primul demo VI B.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="55"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/coolgirlelly/9d63e0372e3211.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="durataAudio=265&amp;amp;titluEmbed=VI%20B.C.%20-%20Follow%20me"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/coolgirlelly/9d63e0372e3211.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="55" flashvars="durataAudio=265&amp;titluEmbed=VI%20B.C.%20-%20Follow%20me"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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B.C.'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-507323063541723439</id><published>2010-06-07T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T04:28:43.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cazuta din nori...</title><content type='html'>Am luat o pauza de la invatzat si in gand imi revine mereu aceeasi intrebare ce caut la Poli.. nu e greu de raspuns...sunt aici pentru ca asa a vrut soarta pentru ca asta si-a propus ea pentru mine..a fost o ambitie de moment, o iesire din caracter..o gresala care mi-a placut dar care acum ma seaca de puteri ..si asta pentru ca stiu ce imi place si ce vreau sa fac... se numeste Muzica..simpla si complexa muzica..as sta toata ziua cu chitara in brate..azi nu pot pentru ca mi s-a rupt o coarda...si ma doare...as sta si as nascocii linii melodice..as sta si as canta si in somn..&lt;br /&gt;Sunt momente cand sunt asa de copil si asa de prostuta...ca nu vad ce e cu adevarat important...ma complic in sentimente aiure..si ma ratacesc in ganduri care nu isi au rost cand de fapt tot ce trebuie sa fac e sa cant...&lt;br /&gt;Sunt langa mine intinse cursuri de masurari...14 cursuri din care inteleg mai mult de jumatate dar problema este alta...nu imi place..si nu ma pot concentra pentru ca imi fuge mintea la note muzicale si partituri...la armonii si cum sa leg mai bine ultima piesa pe care am scris-o...&lt;br /&gt;Cazuta din nori ...cu picioarele pe pamant dar cu capul aiurea...&lt;br /&gt;Am studiat candva psihologia umana si imi era usor, si inca imi este sa imi dau seama ce oameni am in jur...sa stiu ce sfaturi sa le dau..dar cand vine vorba de mine...imi da cu virgula rau de tot..&lt;br /&gt;Imi e dor sa ies la sedinte foto...sa ies sa stau pe iarba si sa desenez oamenii si peisajul din jur..sa imi vad mainile murdare de carbune...problema.... nu am timp..&lt;br /&gt;Cati dintre noi pierdem timpul aiurea facand ceea ce nu ne place..cati dintre noi ajungem sa facem si ceea ce ne place cu adevarat.?!&lt;br /&gt;In concluzie sunt fericita ca am timp si pentru Muzica!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-507323063541723439?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/507323063541723439/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2010/06/cazuta-din-nori.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/507323063541723439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/507323063541723439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2010/06/cazuta-din-nori.html' title='cazuta din nori...'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-4191711517063764964</id><published>2010-05-03T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T05:10:18.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fara nume.</title><content type='html'>Doar ce am ajuns de la repetitii si pe drum..mai exact la Eroilor am vazut cum mai bine de 6 masini de politie, SPP, cel putin 3 masini de salvare erau prezente in locul unde tocmai avusese loc un accident in lant...4 masini lovite grav..nu stiu numarul victimelor dar stiu ca ceea ce am vazut stand la semafor m-a facut sa imi doresc sa tip de groaza..sa plang de frica si in gand am inceput sa ma rog..sa ma rog pentru cei care poate au murit..pentru cei care sunt raniti.pentru colegii mei de trupa care erau cu mine..sa ma rog pentru ca Dumnezeu sa imi permita sa traiesc suficient pentru a pleca linistita la adevarata-mi casa. Nu imi e teama de moarte...nu imi e teama de ce urmeaza..ci imi va parea rau pentru ceea ce nu voi fi apucat sa realizez..sa spun si sa fac..&lt;br /&gt;Primul gand care m-a fulgerat la ideea ca maine as muri ..a fost ca el nu ar stii cat de mult tin la el si cat de mult l-as fi putut iubi..sa ii spun ca fiecare nota pe care vocea lui o rostesteste intr-un acord, o frumoasa armonie ma face sa tresar si sa uit complet de restul lumii...&lt;br /&gt;Poate ca suna stupid si copilaresc faptul ca vazand peisajul din aceasta seara eu ma gandesc la iubire..dar pentru mine asta e cel mai important..ideea mea de viata se bazeaza pe iubire..pe sentimente ..suntem oameni asa iresponsabili si nu ne dam seama de ceea ce trece pe langa noi..si noi stam cu bandajele la ochi sperand la perfectiuni, avand idei preconcepute..totul e asa de simplu dar noi complicam lucrurile..pentru ca suntem nehotarati si pierdem timp aiurea cand am putea folosii timpul bucurandu-ne de fiecare secunda si fir de nisip care mai cad..sa ne bucuram si sa multumim pentru minutele de viata in plus...&lt;br /&gt;De unde stii ce va fi maine?!..poti doar sa speri si sa fi fericit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-4191711517063764964?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/4191711517063764964/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2010/05/fara-nume.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/4191711517063764964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/4191711517063764964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2010/05/fara-nume.html' title='fara nume.'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-1016060119531497243</id><published>2010-04-02T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T01:10:12.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pentru ca e 2 partea 2-a...</title><content type='html'>S-a mai pus un an..linie am sa trag mai tarziu ...dar am revizuit ceea ce am scris pe blog in acest an..a trecut asa de repede..tot ce stiu e ca am sa am bucur de ziua asta din plin si sper ca anul adaugat varstei sa imi aduca si mai multa intelepciune si daruire in tot ceea ce voi face...update later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-1016060119531497243?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/1016060119531497243/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2010/04/pentru-ca-e-2-partea-2.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/1016060119531497243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/1016060119531497243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2010/04/pentru-ca-e-2-partea-2.html' title='pentru ca e 2 partea 2-a...'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-2210381371757534337</id><published>2010-03-30T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T04:23:10.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not real...</title><content type='html'>Am avut parte de o zi asa frumoasa..a fost soare si cald..cu muzica, bucurii si lacrimi..nu e niciodata cine vrei tu e cine se nimereste sa fie.&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai sunt el si chitara lui, vocea lui care ma linisteau inainte de somn..chitara ce se pierdea pe fundal,dar  a ramas el cel care ma incurajeaza si care imi da puterea si ambitia de care am nevoie ca sa fac ceea ce imi place. Momentan nu am dat de nici o piedica si lucrurile au mers lin dar nu se stie...il admir si tin la el pentru ca a avut puterea sa isi urmeze visul...mi-as fi dorit asa de tare sa fie EL...dar din pacate fiecare din noi avem alt El si o alta Ea..insa nu stii niciodata unde te va duce drumul pe care ai pornit.&lt;br /&gt;Intrebare este .. ce faci cand il intalnesti pe cel pe care il consideri El si iti dai seama ca el nu simte la fel, ca in mintea lui exista o alta Ea...cazi, te ridici sau te resemnezi, uiti..mergi mai departe sau lupti?dar cum sa lupti..ce sa faci...mama spune sa las timpul sa decida, sa las soarta sa faca ce vrea cu viata mea..dar ce ma fac cand incepe sa ma doara chiar daca am incercat sa nu imi fac sperante nici pentru un minut...am fost realista in tot timpul asta si totusi nu pot sa nu il vad ca fiind El...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-2210381371757534337?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/2210381371757534337/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-real.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/2210381371757534337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/2210381371757534337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-real.html' title='not real...'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-5339886441038858807</id><published>2010-03-17T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T16:07:07.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumnezeu iti da...</title><content type='html'>Nu imi vine sa cred ca se poate, ca mi  se intampla mie, aseara l-am simtit..si am avut impresia ca am vorbit cu el pe mess, si ca ma cearta din nou pentru faptul ca stau pana tarziu..si mereu dornic sa stam de vorba sa imi povesteasca, sa ii povestesc...parintele meu spiritual, profesorul meu si mentorul meu..Timpul a fost crud si mi te-a luat dar Dumnezeu a fost bun si mi-a daruit in continuare prezenta ta in viata mea, am adormit asa de linistita si impacata aseara..cum nu mi s-a mai intamplat de cand erai...imi e dor sa te mai vad ca iti imbratisezi sotia si ca te joci cu cei doi copii, ca zambesti mandru cand Vlad vine in costumul de Spider Man si se rusineaza brusc pentru ca il iau de manuta, iar tu imi spui ca voi fi nora ta peste 20 de ani...imi e asa de dor, dar iata ca mai este cineva cu spiritul tau, cu un pic din gandirea ta...dar in acelasi timp foarte diferit, dar intelept..si in seara aceasta am sa visez frumos...astept cu nerabdare ziua de vineri.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-5339886441038858807?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/5339886441038858807/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2010/03/dumnezeu-iti-da.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/5339886441038858807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/5339886441038858807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2010/03/dumnezeu-iti-da.html' title='Dumnezeu iti da...'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-3689426789608535403</id><published>2010-03-04T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T04:33:01.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentimente...</title><content type='html'>Am avut marea placere de a asista ieri la o sesiune de inregistrari in cadrul clubului Ai Talent.&lt;br /&gt;Spre marea mea surpindere m-am simtit mult mai bine decat ma asteptam, de parca eram acasa, cu familia. Fara oameni falsi in jur, doar oameni care au muncit si care si-au dorit sa iasa ceva bine..si a iesit extraordinar de bine...persoane care nu te cunosc dar care ti se deschid si ajungi sa porti discutii pe care in mod normal le ai cu vechi prieteni, reactii la care nu te astepti.&lt;br /&gt;Aseara am fost extrem de mandra ca faceam parte din clubul artistilor, si imi tipa inima de fericire...si abea astept sa ajung si eu astazi la sala sa imi aud baietii cantand..sa radem si sa ne enervam daca ceva nu iese bine..sa dau afara toata fericirea ce sta inchisa in mine...&lt;br /&gt;Da, cu siguranta pot spune ca muzica este iubirea mea...ca oamenii care fac asta au tot respectul si admiratia mea...&lt;br /&gt;Multumesc din suflet familiei Ai Talent...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-3689426789608535403?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/3689426789608535403/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2010/03/sentimente.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/3689426789608535403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/3689426789608535403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2010/03/sentimente.html' title='Sentimente...'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-7073571277919630901</id><published>2010-02-26T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T18:00:07.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrum...</title><content type='html'>Am obosit...nu mai vreau sa mai ascult aceleasi minciuni care nu duc la nimic...da esti frumoasa..desteapta..dar nu vreau o relatie serioasa..dar totusi nu inteleg de ce nu imi dai atentie..adica de ce nu vrei sa fii cu mine(boule pentru ca tu nu vrei o relatie). Iar cand ii spun o replica de genul "asa ziceti toti"..incepe..dar vaaaai cum ma poti cataloga pe mine ca fiind toti..eu nu sunt asa(imi placi dar te vreau doar cand am chef), eu sunt sincer si ..bla bla...bla..am obosit si imi e pur si simplu scarba de tot ceea ce ma inconjoara..nu zic ca nu exista si femei asa, care nu cauta altceva decat distractia de o seara...dar poate ca sunt printre putinele care inca mai cauta iubirea pura care sa te faca sa zambesti in orice moment al zilei, sa tresari cand te prinde de mana, sa plangi pentru ca nu mai poti de dorul lui...&lt;br /&gt;Minciuni...nimic altceva..asa ca am obosit...da recunosc nu sunt cea mai nevinovata persoana si nici cea mai pura sau inocenta...dar macar putin respect si sinceritate...cer oare prea mult?!&lt;br /&gt;Acum ceva timp am luat decizia de a nu mai permite nimanui sa intre in viata mea ca un posibil El...nu e asa grea "singuratatea" pentru ca sincer in ultima perioada nu mai am timp nici sa dorm...dar parca ai momente cand ti-ai dori sa stii ca ai pe cineva, altcineva decat vechii prieteni, colegii de trupa, prietenele, parintii, caruia sa ii vorbesti, sa ii spui ca iti trezeste sentimente frumoase, sa ii spui ca iti place sa te trezesti langa el, sa il saruti pe frunte fara sa il trezesti si sa prepari micul dejun.&lt;br /&gt;Am simtit asta o singura data acum mult timp si nu am uitat pentru nici o secunda frumosul sentiment..si tocmai de aceea il vreau din nou,vreau sa curga timpul altfel...insa cum as putea face asta atata timp cat cei din jur sunt asa cum sunt...useless.&lt;br /&gt;Acum 3 saptamani am terminat versurile la o piesa ce a venit in cea mai neasteptata conjunctura..&lt;br /&gt;Sunt flacari ce ard inauntrul meu&lt;br /&gt;Sunt lacrimi ce cad pe pieptul tau&lt;br /&gt;Sunt cuvinte ce dor,&lt;br /&gt;Sunt eu cea ce mor de dorul tau&lt;br /&gt;Sunt in toate femeile pe care le-atingi&lt;br /&gt;In toate cele ce tu iubesti&lt;br /&gt;In noaptea din mare, in mare din munti&lt;br /&gt;In scrumul de tigara ce mai cade pe genunchi.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt ploaia ce cade la sfarsit de mai&lt;br /&gt;Tot ce tu puteai sa imi dai&lt;br /&gt;Cerul albastru,&lt;br /&gt;Floarea de colt ce tu o cresteai.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt corzi de chitara ce suna a gol&lt;br /&gt;Sunt timpul ce se scurge intre noi usor,&lt;br /&gt;Copilul de-o vara,&lt;br /&gt;Femeia de-o seara ce-o ti de decor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si chiar daca-as exista in lumea ta&lt;br /&gt;Ochii tai ar fugii dupa ea, si ea si ea si ea,&lt;br /&gt;Si iata vine alta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa am simtit atunci asa simt si acum, e pacat ca ne batem de multe ori joc de sentimentele noastre, de sentimentele altora, si doare...doare pentru ca tocmai acele sentimente ne diferentiaza de animale, de roboti, de restul..dar revin la teoria mea si imi caut ceea ce nu se mai gaseste in muzica, in arta si in frumosul ce iara multi nu il mai vad( simplitate, inocenta, mister, evolutie).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-7073571277919630901?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/7073571277919630901/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2010/02/scrum.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/7073571277919630901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/7073571277919630901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2010/02/scrum.html' title='Scrum...'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-1430755360693145348</id><published>2010-02-17T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T02:59:20.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idei in drum spre casa</title><content type='html'>Cati din voi ati avut pana acum sentimentul ca nu aveti un loc pe care sa-l numiti acasa...si nu ma refer la locul in care sunt parintii vostrii ci un loc in care sa va simtiti voi insiva, sa aveti libertarea de a face orice, ca acel loc va ofera tot ceea aveti nevoie.&lt;br /&gt;Azi am avut o rabufnire de sentimente si m-am intors in locul in care momentan ma simt cel mai acasa, Bucuresti, locul unde pot merge la teatru, la inot, la masaj, la repetii in care vad constant lume.&lt;br /&gt;Am o groaza teribila de locurile pustii, si cam asa e acasa la ai mei. Nu ma mai leaga nimic de locul ala in afara de mama, sora mea si multe amintirii, dar nu pot traii din amintiri, simt nevoia constanta de a face ceva, nu pot sa stau in pustietate...desi pana mai de curand ma ma simteam bine si acolo.&lt;br /&gt;Poate acum gandesc asa pentru ca nu mai exista un el de care sa fiu "legata", nu mai exista un el pentru care sa ma intorc sau sa raman. Am ramas doar eu si visul meu simplu pentru care lupt.&lt;br /&gt;Mai devreme eram in tren si ascultam muzica clasica, vagonul era gol asa ca linistea m-a lasat sa gandesc mai clar, sau poate ca nu.. Cand am privit pe geam m-a lovit o reflexie a chipului meu si zeci de lumini ale unui sat pe langa care trenul a trecut repede si neatent.&lt;br /&gt;Cam asa se intampla si cu noi..trecem repede prin viata, dar cu ce ramanem, cu o reflexie si luminite, amintiri...&lt;br /&gt;Cat de mult stii sa pretuiesti o zi din viata ta?! Cate greseli comiti zilnic, cate momente pierzi?!&lt;br /&gt;Eu am pierdut multe pentru ca nu am avut suficienta ambitie, am renuntat din lasitate si din egoism ca are sa ma doara. Care este rostul vietii daca nu o traiesti fericit?!&lt;br /&gt;Fericire, definitie relativa a ceea ce este un sentiment de exaltare interioara. O simti cand te uiti la cerul instalat, la un meci de fotbal in care echipa ta castiga, cand primesti cadoul dorit, cand iubesti.&lt;br /&gt;Iubirea..e prea simpla si complicata in acelasi timp ca sa o pot defini..&lt;br /&gt;Dar cate tipuri de iubiri exista, cum ne dam seama care este cea pe care ne-o dorim pentru toata viata?!&lt;br /&gt;Am spus si eu de multe ori "pas" unui baiat din simplul motiv ca nu il vedeam ca fiind El, the one, dar daca the one nu exista, daca e o iluzie, daca devin prea pretentioasa si pierd esenta?!!&lt;br /&gt;De unde va dati seama ca e Ea sau EL, ce va doriti de la cel/ cea langa care va veti trezi in fiecare dimineata?!&lt;br /&gt;De ce nu ne multumim cu putin, cu ce apare, cu cel care ne place primul/ prima..de ce vrem mereu mai mult, mai bun?! Suntem imperfecti dar ne dorim perfectiunea...ce egoista sunt.&lt;br /&gt;Eu am gresit.."am pus ochii pe imposibil"..l-am gasit pe cel in care il vad pe El...ma vad trezindu-ma in fiecare dimineata langa el fara sa ma plictisesc..adorandu-l dar relaitatea e destul de a naiba..degeaba e El pentru mine daca eu nu sunt Ea pentru el..facem parte din lumi diferite, religii diferite...gandiri diferite si totusi...visez la imposibil...basmele nu exista..exista printi, printese dar nu in lumea asta ci in imaginatia nostra...&lt;br /&gt;Deja am deviat de la primul subiect...ce a declansat acesta ganduri...melodii ce se aud usor pe fundal..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-1430755360693145348?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/1430755360693145348/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2010/02/idei-in-drum-spre-casa.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/1430755360693145348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/1430755360693145348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2010/02/idei-in-drum-spre-casa.html' title='Idei in drum spre casa'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-6445415512356706866</id><published>2010-01-15T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T10:33:11.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Test</title><content type='html'>Proiect experimental..asta facem 6 oameni studenti la Poli...ne-am inchiriat o sala de repetitii in Timpuri Noi si ne-am pus pe cantat...pentru ca fiecare din noi a avut in trecut o aventura muzicala si pentru ca fiecare din noi ne dorim sa putem impartasii si celorlalti pasiunea noastra. Zilele astea s-a muncit din greu..la cateva coveruri si la o piesa proprie. Apoi au venit doi prieteni dragi sa cante in Bucuresti...si am profitat de ei ca sa termin o melodie inceputa de mult, asa ca din 48 de ore am dormit doar 5 dar sunt ok...pentru ca a meritat.&lt;br /&gt;Mai departe va las cu un pic din sufletul meu..sper sa va placa...momentan e doar o simpla inregistrare facuta la 2 noaptea...mai tarziu va aparea si in forma finala, insa pana atunci enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/coolgirlelly/ad05e916dfc71d.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/coolgirlelly/ad05e916dfc71d.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;Elena Vasile - Stai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Muzica" href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-6445415512356706866?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/6445415512356706866/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2010/01/test.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/6445415512356706866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/6445415512356706866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2010/01/test.html' title='Test'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-8547049829263403776</id><published>2009-12-29T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T12:48:04.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>imi aduc aminte</title><content type='html'>A trecut asa de mult timp de cand nu am mai vorbit despre el. Multumita lui am capatat mai multa incredere in oameni si in mine. Mereu a stiut sa fie zambitor si smecher, a stiut sa ma atraga intr-un mod ciudat, astfel incat sa nu pot sa il refuz orice mi-ar fi cerut. Erau si momente cand ma enerva pentru ca nu reuseam sa il citesc, sa imi dau seama ce gandeste. Mi-a fost profesor, prieten si mentor dar cel mai mult mi-a fost imaginatie si constiinta. Imi e dor de momentele in care am plans pe umarul lui si imi e dor de momentele in care ma certa pentru ca imi pierdeam din ambitie…era ca si cum pentru cateva secunde as fi incetat sa mai cred in el..il durea si de aceea reveneam repede la zambet si la buna dispozitie.&lt;br /&gt;Ceea ce detest cel mai mult este ca nu l-am cunscut cum m-a cunoscut el pe mine. S-a ascuns  pentru ca nu a vrut ca eu sa ii cunosc durerea lui…m-a respins in ultimul moment fara ca eu sa inteleg…iar intr-un final cand l-am revazut deja nu imi mai putea spune nimic…tacerea se asternuse peste trupul lui..dar il simteam totusi aprope de mine..si mereu va fi langa mine..inauntrul meu.&lt;br /&gt;Nu am mai plans demult  dar acum iata ca am obrajii plini de lacrimi si ochii inca mi se inunda…imi e dor de el. Imi aduc aminte ca de curand isi achizitionase o noua chitara. Avea de gand sa isi invete si baietii sa cante..problema e ca mereu refuza sa ne cante si el…pana cand s-a intamplat..a fost acordul perfect si fotografia perfecta. Mai devreme am simtit ca retraiesc si eu un pic din acel moment doar ca de data asta tineam chitara impreuna si eu eram cea care ii canta lui. &lt;br /&gt;Sunt atat de multe momentele pline de insemnatate pe care le-am trait in prezenta lui....asa ca tot ce imi ramane e sa imi sterg lacrimile si sa mai spun o data ca imi e dor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-8547049829263403776?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/8547049829263403776/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/12/imi-aduc-aminte.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/8547049829263403776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/8547049829263403776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/12/imi-aduc-aminte.html' title='imi aduc aminte'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-6999565488327218109</id><published>2009-12-01T03:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T03:57:51.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 decembrie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SxUDBGnLxfI/AAAAAAAAAJw/WnzTmtLwcus/s1600/P1450430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user2054966"&gt;Emanuel Hardaut&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-7022589264673892753?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/7022589264673892753/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/11/efect-de-portocala.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/7022589264673892753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/7022589264673892753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/11/efect-de-portocala.html' title='Efect de portocala'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-3047309255927227928</id><published>2009-11-25T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T11:36:00.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>poate ca...ar trebui sa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/Sw2GnUsg1UI/AAAAAAAAAIo/vLv8zF7Kl_c/s1600/P1450042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/Sw2GnUsg1UI/AAAAAAAAAIo/vLv8zF7Kl_c/s320/P1450042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408126737670264130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa a inceput totul ...cu frunze de toamna cazute pe strazi..cu un zambet si o privire aruncate fara voie..s-a transformat totul intr-un vis..feerie...o noapte de muzica si acorduri de chitara ele m-au adus unde sunt azi...la starea in care sunt azi...din pricina ta...nici nu stii cat de mult iti multumesc pentru tot ce mi-ai oferit, pentru faptul ca m-ai facut sa ma simt iar eu..sa las partea aceea rationala sa se opreasca din dominatie, sa ma las pe mine sa simt, sa traiesc asa cum vreau. Usor, usor acordurile de chitara ma vor face sa ma indragostesc si mai tare, nu imi e frica..din contra, imi e pofta de ce are sa vina si astept cu nerabdare tot ceea ce viata imi rezerva..imi fac planuri si visez. Sambata sper sa pot ajunge la concert la The Marker, duminica e zi in familie, luni e plin de plimbari prin magazine, marti e 1 decembrie zi de culturalizare, maine am partial dar parca tot ce imi doresc e sa cad si mai mult in visare. Multumesc voua ochilor albastrii pentru tot...pentru femeia din mine si pentru copilul ce sunt.&lt;br /&gt;Poate ar trebui sa revin la starea mea realista, dar de ce as face asta cand imi e asa de bine asa...am ambitia de a continua orice ar fi,pentru ca vreau si pot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-3047309255927227928?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/3047309255927227928/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/11/poate-caar-trebui-sa.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/3047309255927227928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/3047309255927227928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/11/poate-caar-trebui-sa.html' title='poate ca...ar trebui sa...'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/Sw2GnUsg1UI/AAAAAAAAAIo/vLv8zF7Kl_c/s72-c/P1450042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-5461050808496095945</id><published>2009-11-17T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T10:12:29.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>femeia mea...</title><content type='html'>In sfarsit o am..bruneta, plina de viata..nou nascuta..e toata numai a mea..stiu ca suna ciudat dar e prima femeie din lumea mea la care tin mai mult decat la orice si oricine..am cumparat-o ieri si azi degetele ma dor pentru ca am incercat sa invat cat mai repede acordurile ca sa pot trece la ciupituri si dupa sa le leg..si dupa sa pot canta...dar mai e asa mult si imi trebuie asa de multa rabdare..stiu ca nu va fi usor dar am nevoie de asta mai mult decat am nevoie de apa...&lt;br /&gt;O iubesc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SwLnISZj3uI/AAAAAAAAAIg/VHgJU2ExhOQ/s1600/P1440876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SwLnISZj3uI/AAAAAAAAAIg/VHgJU2ExhOQ/s320/P1440876.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405136632362032866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-5461050808496095945?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/5461050808496095945/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/11/femeia-mea.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/5461050808496095945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/5461050808496095945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/11/femeia-mea.html' title='femeia mea...'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SwLnISZj3uI/AAAAAAAAAIg/VHgJU2ExhOQ/s72-c/P1440876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-185383140296904066</id><published>2009-11-07T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T12:59:04.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>opriti ceasurile.</title><content type='html'>Mi-as dorii ca acum toata lumea sa isi opreasca ceasurile si sa creada ca s-a oprit si timpul ca nimeni nu se mai misca decat ei...ce ai face...ce iti trece prin cap..de ce nebunie ai fi in stare..?&lt;br /&gt;Aberez..ceasul meu s-a dat inapoi ascult Kamelot, am ascultat azi toate albumele lor si mi-am amintit de cat de bine era in liceu, ce copila prostuta eram..iar acum sunt momente in care nu ma recunosc si incerc sa imi dau seama de ce m-am schimat..sunt parti care imi plac si parti pe care le  urasc la mine..detest faptul ca am incetat sa mai desenez.ca nu imi mai fac timp pentru fotografie sau sa citesc...urasc ca am devenit tupista si ca ma joc de multe ori cu psihicul oamenilor..uneori involuntar...imi place ca m-am ambitionat pe partea muzicala, imi place ca am spart un pic din carapace, imi place ca nu am incetat sa iubesc...imi place ca inca sunt Helen si Elena...&lt;br /&gt;Simt cum mi-au intrat in minte versuri pe care le-as desena..sa imi vad mainile pline de creion si carbune, sa simt ca dau nastere la ceva simplu dar complicat, greu si usor...Am asa de multe ganduri si dorinte...ma lupt sa devina realitate dar mai sunt si asa de multe piedici pe care de multe ori nu reusesc sa le dobor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-185383140296904066?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/185383140296904066/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/11/opriti-ceasurile.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/185383140296904066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/185383140296904066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/11/opriti-ceasurile.html' title='opriti ceasurile.'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-1918936180416285124</id><published>2009-10-27T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T07:43:05.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GBOB</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SudOeNLVmiI/AAAAAAAAAIY/DUo5j7xZpfo/s1600-h/rdg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SudOeNLVmiI/AAAAAAAAAIY/DUo5j7xZpfo/s320/rdg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397368959267084834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ieri seara am avut onoarea si placerea de a fi spectatoare la un super concurs sau mai bine zis spectacol cu muzica rock de toate tipurile si pentru toate urechile..castigatori de anul asta ,Phenomenon, nu au reusit insa sub nici o forma sa ii egaleze pe cei de anul trecut, TheMarker.&lt;br /&gt;Mishu Calian Band a luat totusi unul din premii..muzica lui a atras atentia si a placut cu siguranta tuturora. Titulul de Best Progressive Band suna prea bine..asa ca ii tin pumnii si de aici incolo sa fie bine..sa ne vedem sanatosi si cu vesti bune si la urmatorul spectacol si sper cu un premiu de la Battle of Songs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-1918936180416285124?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/1918936180416285124/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/10/gbob.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/1918936180416285124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/1918936180416285124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/10/gbob.html' title='GBOB'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SudOeNLVmiI/AAAAAAAAAIY/DUo5j7xZpfo/s72-c/rdg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-3329969406114375624</id><published>2009-10-11T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T03:13:50.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dimineata cu miros de cafea!</title><content type='html'>Ma intorc la o lume ce ma sperie, in care tu nu esti..in care nu te pot atinge..esti mult prea departe de mine si nu ma refer la kilometri!Asa a fost sa fie..e o granita mare intre noi..si nu ma lasi sa trec de ea..asa ca degeaba incerc..imi e dor sa te sarut, sa te vad in lumina focului..scriu aici pentru ca stiu ca vei citii candva!&lt;br /&gt;Ma faci fericita chiar daca te vad rar!&lt;br /&gt;Am cantat in cele din urma si am "zdranganit" chitara pusa invers desigur si nu a iesit rau..pacat ca a durat asa putin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-3329969406114375624?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/3329969406114375624/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/10/dimineata-cu-miros-de-cafea.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/3329969406114375624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/3329969406114375624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/10/dimineata-cu-miros-de-cafea.html' title='dimineata cu miros de cafea!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-1324480086478406712</id><published>2009-10-04T13:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T13:17:54.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lansare de album</title><content type='html'>Am placerea sa va anunt ca preferatul meu Mishu Calian a avut lansarea de album in acest weekend. Va las aici link-ul de la site-ul lui pentru a va delecta auzul cu melodiile sale. www.doingtheartwork.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-1324480086478406712?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/1324480086478406712/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/10/lansare-de-album.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/1324480086478406712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/1324480086478406712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/10/lansare-de-album.html' title='lansare de album'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-7478456223657821547</id><published>2009-09-25T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T05:40:41.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tablou in pixeli..</title><content type='html'>Imi e scarba de incultura ce se promoveaza in fiecare zi in scoli, pe strada, la televizor in grupul de prieteni. Am ajuns in stadiul in care imi doresc sa merg la munca din simplul motiv ca emisiunile de la TV ma deprima ma indispun, stirile sunt un virus ce patrunde fara sa vrei si iti imbolnaveste mintea, te face sa fi mai nervos, mai fricos, mai lipsit de dorinta de a trai si de a simtii ca lumea din jurul tau nu e un monstru. &lt;br /&gt;Suntem oameni ce se intorc la stadiul de animale. Nu mai stim sa respectam sau sa dam fara a astepta ceva in schimb..totul se intampla pe baza de pile, de bani, de cat de al dracu esti.&lt;br /&gt;Ramanem pustii de sentimente..tinerii isi umplu mintea goala cu manele si un ritm de house ce e acelasi pentru fiecare "melodie"..unde sunt versrile in care iubirea are rolul principal, unde sunt oameni care atunci cand fac dragoste asculta Brian Adams, unde sunt femeile care apreciaza un barbat pentru altceva decat grosimea portofelului, unde sunt barbatii care obisnuiau sa cumpere flori doar pentru ca e marti. &lt;br /&gt;Pierdem controlul unei lumi care stia ce e cultura, respectul si frica de D-zeu.&lt;br /&gt;Va las sa a ganditi la ceea ce eu am mentionat mai sus...ce e de facut?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-7478456223657821547?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/7478456223657821547/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/09/tablou-in-pixeli.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/7478456223657821547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/7478456223657821547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/09/tablou-in-pixeli.html' title='tablou in pixeli..'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-6146096603806582485</id><published>2009-09-22T04:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T04:12:31.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>19...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;object height='46' width='448'&gt;&lt;param value='http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Pufossu/ddff599ef28800.swf' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;param value='true' name='allowFullScreen'/&gt;&lt;param value='always' name='allowscriptaccess'/&gt;&lt;embed height='46' width='448' allowfullscreen='true' allowscriptaccess='always' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/Pufossu/ddff599ef28800.swf'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mishu &amp;amp; Tudor - Scrum (Acustic in Autograf)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a title='Divertisment' href='http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Divertisment'&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Divertisment&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-6146096603806582485?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/6146096603806582485/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/09/19.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/6146096603806582485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/6146096603806582485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/09/19.html' title='19...'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-1730796628574111585</id><published>2009-09-21T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T10:22:14.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Folk you...</title><content type='html'>Au trecut trei zile in care incultura a pierdut din procentaj. Teatrul national din Caracal a gazduit anul acesta gala Folk you sustinuta de Ziarului National.&lt;br /&gt;Atmosfera, insa a fost una destul de teatrala in unele momente, poate pentru ca imaginea Teatrului impunea indirect acest lucru, dar au existat si momente in care sala s-a ridicat in picioare apalaudand, fredonanad, dorindu-si mai mult. &lt;br /&gt;Am avut minunata placere de a cunoaste oameni de o caliate extraordinara precum Zoia Alecu, Emeric Imre si trupa,Alina Manole, bine cunoscutul Marius Tuca,Ada Milea, Florin Chilian, Nicu Alifantis si nu in ultimul rand surpiza, Mishu Calian. Aceasta este doar o mica parte din cei ce au facut spectacol, dar sunt cei ce au ramas in sufletul si mintea mea.&lt;br /&gt;Trairile au fost multe pentru un timp asa de scurt. Regret cel mai mult faptul ca s-a terminat, si ca atmosfera de creatie, de arta, de traire, de exaltare a luat sfarsit. Raman cu amintirea visului frumos, cu versuri scrise pe carton si un zambet de drag si dor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-1730796628574111585?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/1730796628574111585/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/09/folk-you.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/1730796628574111585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/1730796628574111585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/09/folk-you.html' title='Folk you...'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-4286599897426606531</id><published>2009-09-12T11:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T11:20:33.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iubesc....</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;object height='46' width='448'&gt;&lt;param value='http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/michael_red/3e3dde3eab77c6.swf' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;param value='true' name='allowFullScreen'/&gt;&lt;param value='always' name='allowscriptaccess'/&gt;&lt;embed height='46' width='448' allowfullscreen='true' allowscriptaccess='always' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/michael_red/3e3dde3eab77c6.swf'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vama veche - cu tine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a title='Muzica' href='http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica'&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-4286599897426606531?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/4286599897426606531/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/09/iubesc.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/4286599897426606531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/4286599897426606531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/09/iubesc.html' title='iubesc....'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-1585024001613277179</id><published>2009-09-09T23:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T23:40:57.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>planuri de viitor..</title><content type='html'>vreau sa iau carnetu sa conduc o noapte intreaga..vreau sa ajung la timisoara in maxim 4 zile..vreau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-1585024001613277179?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/1585024001613277179/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/09/planuri-de-viitor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/1585024001613277179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/1585024001613277179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/09/planuri-de-viitor.html' title='planuri de viitor..'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-4984323257095057169</id><published>2009-09-01T02:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T02:08:01.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunt Fericita...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;            Ai rabdare si asculta refrenul..ai sa vezi  ca o sa iti placa.  &lt;object height='46' width='448'&gt;&lt;param value='http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/irynuuk/bb894debfcc651.swf' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;param value='true' name='allowFullScreen'/&gt;&lt;param value='always' name='allowscriptaccess'/&gt;&lt;embed height='46' width='448' allowfullscreen='true' allowscriptaccess='always' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/irynuuk/bb894debfcc651.swf'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAPINARII      SUNT FERICIT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a title='Muzica' href='http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica'&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-4984323257095057169?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/4984323257095057169/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/09/sunt-fericita.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/4984323257095057169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/4984323257095057169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/09/sunt-fericita.html' title='Sunt Fericita...'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-3572237657417974908</id><published>2009-08-23T02:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T02:51:48.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rau de mare..</title><content type='html'>ma simt al dracu de rau..dupa 3 ore de somn din 24..trezirea de dimineata la 8.00 &lt;br /&gt;pentru ca serviciul e important, mai important decat somnul meu..&lt;br /&gt;Ieri am trait cea mai frumoasa si plina de adrenalina experienta din viata mea...oare voi stiti cum e sa mergi pe un motor cu o viteza de 240 km/h, sa simti cum iti zboara casca pentru ca e prea mare, sa simti ca ti se rupe corpu si ca te descompui in furia vantului ce se formeaza in jurul tau, sa simti ca mainile tale or sa se desprinda si ca o sa cazi, o sa mori..dar simti de asemena cum viata devine cea mai importanta atunci, fiecare secunda se scurge asa de repede si tu tii de ea si o pretuiesti pentru ca e a ta si o traiesti altfel, o traiesti din plin, si fara frica de nimic, inchizi ochii si ii deschizi privind un cer ce te urmeaza..multumesc prietenului ce mi-a oferit ocazia sa traiesc toate aceste sentimente si senzatii!&lt;br /&gt;Am renascut la fel de sentimentala cum eram candva dar un "Amic" a ucis asta pentru ca s-a crezut prea barbat..acum simt pentru un El ceva ciudat, inexplicabil, dar distanta e prea mare intre noi..asa ca nu imi reamane dacat amintirea ultimului sarut..si cele trei puncte de suspensie, ca poate cine stie...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-3572237657417974908?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/3572237657417974908/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/08/rau-de-mare.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/3572237657417974908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/3572237657417974908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/08/rau-de-mare.html' title='rau de mare..'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-639919555779842732</id><published>2009-08-17T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T08:11:48.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>inesperable...</title><content type='html'>Atunci cand te astepti mai putin..cand schimbi inelul de pe stanga pe dreapta..atunci te loveste.. ca o briza, ca un ocean ce te ineaca in placere..amintiri ce iti sunt trezite..acum nu ma mai opun, acum te doresc pentru ca nu mai am de ce sa spun nu..nu ma intereseaza motivul pentru care se intampla toate astea..nu ma intereseaza pentru ce ma vrei, pentru cat timp ma vrei, important e ca acum traiesc si simt..si imi e bine..nu trebuie sa dau explicatii pentru ca si tu stii ca te plac..ma saruti si te sarut inapoi...ciudat..al dracu de ciudat..si de bine!&lt;br /&gt;Mare ce rea esti!..tocami acum te-ai gandit sa il chemi la tine...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-639919555779842732?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/639919555779842732/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/08/inesperable.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/639919555779842732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/639919555779842732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/08/inesperable.html' title='inesperable...'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-7727087944152849334</id><published>2009-07-30T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T10:16:11.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>orbi..</title><content type='html'>sugestii...transparenta nedefinita...zile ce trec si tot ce simt e oboseala..parca incerc sa ma extenuez ca sa uit de sentimente..sa uit ce simt si ce am trait candva..visele au ajuns sa nu mai existe pentru ca atunci cand nu fac nimic si visez sunt cosmaruri din care ma trezesc speriata si panicata..si tot ce imi doresc e sa ma obosesc..m-as obosii si mai tare daca nu as avea responsabilitatea serviciului de a doua zi..&lt;br /&gt;m-am obosit la piscina..m-am obosit pe role...m-am obosit alergand..si tot mai vreau si mai pot..a trecut o luna de cand nu am mai scris nimic..din lipsa de timp, din lipsa de idei..sustin ca am principii dar reusesc sa le incalc..si la ce bun..cand apoi ma obosesc ca sa uit ca am gresit!...unde e de fapt locul meu nu stiu..dar pana am sa il gasesc va mai trece ceva timp...trebuie sa ajung la momentul critic in care sa nu mai pot..in care sa cad..ca sa pot sa privesc din nou..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-7727087944152849334?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/7727087944152849334/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/07/orbi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/7727087944152849334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/7727087944152849334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/07/orbi.html' title='orbi..'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-4818108422295122047</id><published>2009-07-07T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T02:41:33.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>munca..</title><content type='html'>Am experimentat prima saptamana de "scarbici"..si imi place..ma face sa uit un pic ca imi e asa de dor de Bucuresti. Stiu ca in fiecare zi am ceva de facut..ca trebuie sa gandesc limpede pentru ca  nu imi permit sa gresesc.&lt;br /&gt;Incep si scoala de soferi asa ca timpul meu va fi ocupat in totalitate..asa poate ca nu o sa ma plictisesc..&lt;br /&gt;Astept sa vina o veche prietena..imi e dor de ea!Poate tragem o betie de dragul vremurilor vechi.&lt;br /&gt;In rest voua va urez spor la somn si la chefuit si ne auzim cu vesti noi cand vor fi:)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-4818108422295122047?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/4818108422295122047/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/07/munca.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/4818108422295122047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/4818108422295122047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/07/munca.html' title='munca..'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-6653211893965365412</id><published>2009-06-26T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T01:32:58.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finish..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SkSHsZRtHGI/AAAAAAAAAII/RdIRfaHOe_s/s1600-h/P1390596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SkSHsZRtHGI/AAAAAAAAAII/RdIRfaHOe_s/s320/P1390596.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351551453992131682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gataaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!plec acasa..fericirea ma cuprinde din toate partile..am terminat sunt integralista, a trecut un an si nici nu imi vine sa cred, un an la o facultate la care acum un 10 luni nici nu m-as fi gandit ca as putea rezista..si cu atat mai putin ca o sa ajunga sa imi placa. Inginer..inca 3 pasi inca 3 ani!&lt;br /&gt;Colgii mei dragi sper sa ne vedem la mare..prietenii mei de acasa..ajung si eu in 10 ore!&lt;br /&gt;Deseara beau..si cant..lautari here i come!&lt;br /&gt;Maine cinematograf la sectia de arta plasitca si trezire din betie..seara iar betie...si duminica piscina!&lt;br /&gt;Luni analize pentru carnetul de conducere, si marti incep serviciul!Inca o exeprienta ce o voi face sa fie unica, va urma o vizita la munte si una la mare!fun fun fun!&lt;br /&gt;Vacanta placuta va doresc..mult chef si voie bune!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-6653211893965365412?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/6653211893965365412/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/06/finish.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/6653211893965365412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/6653211893965365412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/06/finish.html' title='finish..'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SkSHsZRtHGI/AAAAAAAAAII/RdIRfaHOe_s/s72-c/P1390596.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-3878110033777747254</id><published>2009-06-09T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T08:02:23.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marti</title><content type='html'>Primul examen..trecut cu bine..matematici speciale..un pic dezamagita de mine dar promit sa imi iau revansa..daca mintea mea nu ar zbura la norii de pe cer poate ca as putea sa ma concentrez mai bine si sa dau si un randament mai bun.&lt;br /&gt;Aseara iar nu am dormit..am crezut ca o sa adorm si o sa ratez examenul asa ca m-am concentrat la plansul unui caine milog, la vantul rece ce patrundea in camera, la cearceaful pe care il impatuream, pe paharul ce era luminat usor,ceasul a sunat si asa cum era normal l-am auzit..insa tot nu eram constienta de ceea ce se intampla...imi era frica de mine, de faptul ca am sa clachez, ca am sa uit tot, si totul va uita de mine..plus ca mai era un gand ce patrundea printre imaginile cu formule, ultimul exercitiu rezolvat...si se pierdea tot, deveneam captiva unui peisaj ce imi placea, nu departe de realitate...&lt;br /&gt;Next...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-3878110033777747254?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/3878110033777747254/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/06/marti.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/3878110033777747254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/3878110033777747254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/06/marti.html' title='Marti'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-7184123589509766322</id><published>2009-06-04T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T08:45:44.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy</title><content type='html'>O stare de bine..ce se instaleaza...usor, usor ma indrept catre casa..catre familie..catre prietenii de care imi e dor..nu ca in Bucuresti nu imi e bine..pentru ca si aici am prins drag de cateva persoane ce o sa imi lipseasca pe timpul vacantei..dar de aceea s-au inventat excursiile ca sa ma duc sa ii vizitez!&lt;br /&gt;Inainte de vacanta mai am insa de trecut printr-o sesiune de examene cam grele..plus ca e vorba de fizica...mult iubita fizica..&lt;br /&gt;dar trec eu si de astea...&lt;br /&gt;Tot ce stiu acum e ca ma simt bine..al naibi de bine..cat o sa ma tina starea asta nu stiu..dar am sa profit de ea acum cat exista..energie pura!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-7184123589509766322?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/7184123589509766322/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/7184123589509766322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/7184123589509766322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy.html' title='happy'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-4477088545679490231</id><published>2009-05-26T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T15:50:28.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>carpe diem</title><content type='html'>Scriu acest articol in urma consumarii unei sticle de bere...incercand sa imi dau seama ce ma doare si de ce!?&lt;br /&gt;Sunt decizii pe care le iei nu pentru ca vrei ci pentru ca trebuie...si asta e ceea ce ma scoate din sarite cel mai tare...vrei sa inceteze o durere provocata de placere..da stiu ca suna complicat dar asa e, iar singura modalitate de a renunta la rau e prin a renunta la bine.&lt;br /&gt;Asa e viata..iar eu de aceasta data nu pot face nimic ca sa o schimb!&lt;br /&gt;Am trait clipa dar mai mult au trait-o cei din jurul meu, pentru ca dupa clipa pentru mine urmau ore de intrebari cu un raspuns ce nu imi convenea dar pe care trebuia sa il aud..Nu aveam voie sa merg mai departe si totusi am facut-o..dar ..&lt;br /&gt;Sper ca m-am oprit la timp...desi era un joc ce nu trebuia inceput..eram prea multi jucatori si nu toti acceptam regulile impuse.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru toate exista un inceput si un sfarsit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-4477088545679490231?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/4477088545679490231/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/05/carpe-diem.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/4477088545679490231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/4477088545679490231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/05/carpe-diem.html' title='carpe diem'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-3915713413593192738</id><published>2009-05-22T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T06:41:16.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pentru ca e 22...</title><content type='html'>si ce daca e 22...inca o zi de vineri,inca o zi de mai si inca o zi din 2009...dar asta e probelma ca e un 22 mai din 2009..e prima zi...iar stau si de plictiseala apar intrebari legate de activitatile celor din jur, legate de tradatori..de cei ce mint si inseala..de cei ce nu stiu sa aprecieze ceea ce au langa ei..si isi prefera viata asa "aiurea", fara sa intervina asupra ei...replica lor este:"asta e viata"...eu va spun ca nu, nu asta e viata..e ceea ce voi creeati, alegeti sa faceti si sa fiti..comoditatea e ceva ce vine natural , ce tine de lene de impotenta de a te ridica mai sus...&lt;br /&gt;in viata mea de pana acum am fost destul de "caine de om" pentru ca eu am profitat de tot ce mi-a aparut in cale..poate nu corect dar macar am incercat..nu am putut sa spun nu..m-am riscat mereu chiar daca la sfarsit am avut multe de pierdut..dar macar am incercat ..mi-am oferit placerea asta..dar altii prefera sa vada actiunile altora si ei sa fie doar cei ce uneori schimba canalul pentru ca s-au plictisit de primul program...sau poate au ramas fara bere si s-au gandit sa mai ia..sau poate ea si-a rupt o unghie stand si nici sa asiste nu mai poate...&lt;br /&gt;Omule actiunile tale au importanta...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-3915713413593192738?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/3915713413593192738/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/05/pentru-ca-e-22.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/3915713413593192738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/3915713413593192738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/05/pentru-ca-e-22.html' title='pentru ca e 22...'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-2007482818458542853</id><published>2009-05-16T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T13:28:19.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STOP</title><content type='html'>Opreste-ma din mers si spune-mi ca visez..m-am saturat sa vad ipocriti in jur...scriu acest articol pe fuga.pentru ca plec..ma duc de nebuna..poate ca nici eu nu stiu unde...astept un apel dar am sa plec inainte sa il primesc pentru ca nu mai suport peretii din jurul meu..am nevoie de aer..de munte..de mare..de El..ce exista..da amicule de cico exista pentru ca exist eu si nu vad de ce El nu ar fi...&lt;br /&gt;As alerga dincolo de aparente..as vrea sa vad ce nu toti vad...si as vrea sa va spun tuturora ca imi e bine singura...imi e bine cand tac si ascult ce banalitati va ies pe gura..ce monotone sunt vietile voastre ce plictiseala e in jur...&lt;br /&gt;Poate cand am sa ma intorc are sa fie mai bine....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-2007482818458542853?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/2007482818458542853/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/05/stop.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/2007482818458542853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/2007482818458542853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/05/stop.html' title='STOP'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-7679235172811945921</id><published>2009-05-05T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:58:12.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back..</title><content type='html'>M-am intors la munca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SgB9NPc59OI/AAAAAAAAAHg/fzlPhdPsfhI/s1600-h/P1420542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SgB9NPc59OI/AAAAAAAAAHg/fzlPhdPsfhI/s320/P1420542.JPG" border="0" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-377145710249699825</id><published>2009-05-02T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T13:48:59.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>de 1 mai...</title><content type='html'>Pentru ca vreau sa ma linistesc, sa imi revin dupa un film pe care tocmai l-am vazut si la care am plans de ma doare capul...vreau sa va sugerez sa mergetila teatru..vreau sa va propun o piesa ce se numeste "Capra sau cine e Sylvia?" cu actori precum Marcel Iures, Emilia Dobrin, Constantin Draganescu, Marius Damian in regia lui Alexandru Dabija. Pretul biletelor: 25 LEI integral, 15 LEI redus pentru elevi si studenti. Piesa o puteti vedea la teatrul Act din Bucuresti la orele 19:00.&lt;br /&gt;La mine piesa a venit dupa o ploaie asa ca de 1 mai alaturi de persoane dragi si persoane pe care ploaia ti le aduce.&lt;br /&gt;Iar aceasta este o fotografie introductiva a ceea ce va urma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/Sfyxc8_3zgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/93JCSU72CkA/s1600-h/P1420421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/Sfyxc8_3zgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/93JCSU72CkA/s320/P1420421.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331331169868303874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-377145710249699825?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/377145710249699825/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/05/de-1-mai.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/377145710249699825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/377145710249699825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/05/de-1-mai.html' title='de 1 mai...'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/Sfyxc8_3zgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/93JCSU72CkA/s72-c/P1420421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-8217233364557672873</id><published>2009-04-26T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:59:57.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>am trait...</title><content type='html'>Pentru ca ieri internetul nu a mers..reteaua mobila la fel moarta nu am putut sa va povestesc ce am trait..a fost cutremur..asa cum toti stiti deja.&lt;br /&gt;Stateam eu destul de linistita in pat si simt ca ceva sub mine se misca usor...aud zgomot..si zic in gandul meu.."bey ce vecini energici am"...mai astept o fractiune de secunda si vad cum dulapul meu gigant se clatina si i se deschide usa.."astia nu sunt vecinii mei..e cutremur"...culmea a fost ca nu am simtit frica ci o placere sadica presupunand ca am sa imi privesc tavanul cazand..mama in schimb tremura si ma strangea in brate pentru ca are mai multa experienta decat mine si stie cum e sa traiesti un cutremur puternic! Spre dezamagirea mea s-a terminat destul de repede desi daca stau acum sa ma gandesc nu cred ca ar fi fost asa dragut sa vad cum totul se duce de rapa...Cum era si normal seara ne-am strans la barfa si ce alt subiect mai interesant de discutat decat.."la tine cum s-a simtit cutremurul?"..seara tarziu s-a lasat cu povesti din '77 si asa mai departe...ce e drept, e ca e fain sa stai cu parintii..unchi..matusi..prieteni si sa ii asculti aducandu-si aminte de vechile vremuri!&lt;br /&gt;A trecut insa si acest eveniment ce nu trebuie sa faca altceva decat sa ridice niste semne de intrebare in ceea ce priveste vietile noastre pentru ca totul incepe usor, usor sa o ia razna!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-8217233364557672873?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/8217233364557672873/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/04/am-trait.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/8217233364557672873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/8217233364557672873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/04/am-trait.html' title='am trait...'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-2850716478014777492</id><published>2009-04-15T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T05:12:27.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vacanta...</title><content type='html'>15 aprilie pentru mine a inceput vacanta..am terminat de pus la punct totul pentru a finaliza filmuletul Deschide Ochii pentru campania nationala anti-drog..deci ore nu am prea facut zilele astea...&lt;br /&gt;Mai am un pic si ajung acasa...si imi pare tare bine..pentru ca w.c.-ul de la baia noastra s-a infundat..nu vreti sa stiti cum...nici eu nu vreau sa stiu...ma bucur doar ca plec..&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu daca voi apuca sa scriu ceva in vacanta..sper sa apuc sa si invat pentru ca la mine vin partialele inca din prima saptamana de dupa distractie...&lt;br /&gt;Vacanta placuta dragi cititori!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-2850716478014777492?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/2850716478014777492/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/04/vacanta.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/2850716478014777492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/2850716478014777492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/04/vacanta.html' title='vacanta...'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-8534392026279424866</id><published>2009-04-09T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T08:43:36.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Socant...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/Sd4W_KrFiYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/HTlKBSru_es/s1600-h/artid_1239276602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 165px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/Sd4W_KrFiYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/HTlKBSru_es/s320/artid_1239276602.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322717084051147138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raman fara cuvinte la ceea ce se intampla in Moldova..am impresia ca iau si eu parte desi din afara la aceasta "revolutie"...este inacceptabil ca aceasta tara sa continue sa fie condusa de comunisti..jegosii comunisti...jurnalistilor romani le este interzisa intrarea in Moldova pentru ca Romania si tot ce vine din ea este considerata un exemplu prost pentru moldoveni...Jos Voronin..strig si eu si ma alatur cauzei lor...pentru ca acest popor trebuie sa isi capete libertatea..&lt;br /&gt;Urmaream acum cateva minute un reportaj in care agitatori erau infiltrati prin multime pentru a oprii opinia libera a oamenilor...acestia sunt amenintati..jandarmi ies in strada pentru a bloca protestul...Cat de jos decad unii oamneii doar pentru ca isi doresc Putere!!!&lt;br /&gt;Usor usor cu totii luam parte la o cadere a lumii in gol..vedem ditrugere si haos ce se dezlantuie iar noi de cele mai multe ori agravam situatia...&lt;br /&gt;Atitudine trebuie luata...si va rog si pe voi sa fiti anti comunisti...!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-8534392026279424866?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/8534392026279424866/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/04/socant.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/8534392026279424866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/8534392026279424866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/04/socant.html' title='Socant...'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/Sd4W_KrFiYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/HTlKBSru_es/s72-c/artid_1239276602.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-3038683721913064390</id><published>2009-04-02T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:52:13.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pentru ca e 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SdUJQryP5_I/AAAAAAAAADw/fKqV_b_hcBM/s1600-h/P1410807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SdUJQryP5_I/AAAAAAAAADw/fKqV_b_hcBM/s320/P1410807.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320168717044148210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi a fost greva...bravo studenti din Timisoara..bravo pentru ca ati reusit ceea ce studentii din Bucuresti nu au reusit..s-au virat in sfarsit bursele in contul facultatilor..cu marire cu tot(15% asa cum ni se promite din 2008)..&lt;br /&gt;Azi a avut loc inaugurarea Teatrului National din Caracal..se joaca teatru in teatru la Caracal dupa 22 de ani..&lt;br /&gt;Azi am chiulit la pentru prima data la un seminar pentru ca afara ploua...&lt;br /&gt;Azi am primi flori si Ciocolata...&lt;br /&gt;Azi mi-am vazut prietenii...&lt;br /&gt;Azi Dodo a cunoscut-o pe Vivi..el trebuie spalat pentru ca ea e prea noua pentru el...&lt;br /&gt;Azi mi s-a facut dor de casa si de liceu mai mult ca niciodata..primavara e aici si eu vreau sa traiesc mai mult azi decat ieri...&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca azi e 2 si pentru ca am facut 20 de ani...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-3038683721913064390?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/3038683721913064390/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/04/pentru-ca-e-2.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/3038683721913064390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/3038683721913064390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/04/pentru-ca-e-2.html' title='pentru ca e 2'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SdUJQryP5_I/AAAAAAAAADw/fKqV_b_hcBM/s72-c/P1410807.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-3722537970096312185</id><published>2009-03-29T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T03:15:55.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>high...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/Sc9JuGDVTNI/AAAAAAAAADo/RwSZNBEIwx4/s1600-h/salvati-planeta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/Sc9JuGDVTNI/AAAAAAAAADo/RwSZNBEIwx4/s320/salvati-planeta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318550741195246802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inca o zi de plictiseala in Bucuresti..m-am trezit cu o durere ingrijoratoare de cap..si am realizat ca am dormit mai mult decat era nevoie pentru ca ceasul s-a dat cu o ora inainte..&lt;br /&gt;Ieri am fost dezamagita de vointa oamenilor in general...iar..Ziua Pamantului..etc..ma asteptatm, ca la ora propusa Bucurestiul sa ramana in intuneric pentru cel putin 5 minute..insa nu s-a intamplat deloc asa...un mic anunt la televizor...luminile pe strazi au ramas aprinse..insa eu si colega mea de camera ne-am oferit placerea de a stinge lumina si de a sta la lumina lumanarii pentru un pic de timp...&lt;br /&gt;Acum astept sa vad si stirile pentru a vedea reactiile celor care aseara au fost in Piata constitutiei si au luat parte oficial la eveniment..macar acolo s-a stins lumina...&lt;br /&gt;Adevarul este ca aceasta e lumea pe care noi o criticam dar o acceptam asa cum e pentru ca nu suntem capabili sa o schimbam...impotenta..lene..nepasare...si pentru ca noi am creat-o...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-3722537970096312185?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/3722537970096312185/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/03/high.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/3722537970096312185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/3722537970096312185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/03/high.html' title='high...'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/Sc9JuGDVTNI/AAAAAAAAADo/RwSZNBEIwx4/s72-c/salvati-planeta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-5821948241155476074</id><published>2009-03-24T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T05:58:27.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>barbati..Femei</title><content type='html'>Patanie pe drumul din gara catre camin, ieri cand am ajuns in Bucuresti..&lt;br /&gt;Asa cum obisnuiesc sa fac cam de fiecare data cand vin in "frumosul" Bucuresti imi iau si casa la spinare..ca na, ce sa-mi faci sunt femeie! Deci bagaje peste bagaje..si speram si eu sa agat ceva pe drum, un individ care sa ma ajute sa car bagajul..dar se pare ca am mai mult succes la fete..sau sunt ele mai binevoitoare decat dragii nostri barbati..&lt;br /&gt;Eu am reusit cu un bagaj destul de voluminos sa merg mai repede decat un tip ce avea pe jumatate bagajul fata de al meu.. se oprea din metru in metru sa mai respire..sa fim seriosi..unde sunt barbatii de care avem nevoi..i-a mancat lupu'?..&lt;br /&gt;where is a vampire when I need one..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-5821948241155476074?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/5821948241155476074/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/03/barbatifemei.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/5821948241155476074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/5821948241155476074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/03/barbatifemei.html' title='barbati..Femei'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-8253712113851748792</id><published>2009-03-18T15:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T15:14:48.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kamelot -Wander</title><content type='html'>&lt;script src='http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed-audio/ginadoro/73149a25cb671d' language='javascript' type='text/javascript'&gt;void(0);&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;script language='javascript' type='text/javascript'&gt;show_73149a25cb671d(448, 46);&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;         Memories come back....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-8253712113851748792?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/8253712113851748792/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/03/kamelot-wander.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/8253712113851748792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/8253712113851748792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/03/kamelot-wander.html' title='Kamelot -Wander'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-3487419403303821933</id><published>2009-03-16T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T02:44:48.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eclipsa..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/Sb4e4088qhI/AAAAAAAAADg/SUbsgybkLjU/s1600-h/6a00e55291c5fc883301053698ff4d970b-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/Sb4e4088qhI/AAAAAAAAADg/SUbsgybkLjU/s320/6a00e55291c5fc883301053698ff4d970b-800wi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313718571979549202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gata..inca o carte s-a terminat...si simt ca s-a sfarsit si ceva din mine..poate ca suna aiurea..o carte sa aiba asa o influenta asupra unei persoane...dar aceste carti sunt drogul meu..si orice ar fi ..oricat as incerca sa nu le mai recitesc imi e imposibil..in ele ma regasesc..imi regasesc "vampirul si varcolacul" din viata mea lupta pe care am dat-o si eu cu mine ca sa aleg..greseli pe care le-am facut si i-am ranit...M-am enervat nespus de rau citind aceasta carte...m-am enervat pe mine..pentru ca citind realizam greselile pe care le-am comis eu...am fost nedreapta si i-am pierdut pe amandoi desi amandoi stiu ca m-au iubit poate la fel de mult..chiar daca pentru "vampir" am insemnat mai mult decat pentru "varcolac"..nesiguranta...si frica..si egoismul m-au facut sa ii pierd...&lt;br /&gt;Cel putin Bella inca ii mai are pe amandoi...si ii va avea mereu chiar daca transformarea ei va avea loc pentru ca a ales..l-a ales pe El, pe Edward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-3487419403303821933?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/3487419403303821933/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/03/eclipsa.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/3487419403303821933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/3487419403303821933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/03/eclipsa.html' title='Eclipsa..'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/Sb4e4088qhI/AAAAAAAAADg/SUbsgybkLjU/s72-c/6a00e55291c5fc883301053698ff4d970b-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-3512263073456499965</id><published>2009-03-10T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T07:51:16.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...X</title><content type='html'>Sa spuneam ca intentionat nu am scris nimic in ultimele 2 zile si am lasat cuvintele sa zaca in mine pana azi..&lt;br /&gt;Ajung in fiecare zi la concluzia ca tot nu ma cunosc..ca nu stiu exact cine sunt..ca astazi imi place mierea si maine zaharul, ca azi dorm mai bine pe stanga si ca ieri am dormit mai bine pe dreapta, ca azi nota "La" suna mai bine decat a sunat ieri cand inca eram acasa..ca a avea curaj inseamna a avea tupeul de a spune in fata ce crezi..ca traiesc printre furnici precum un fir de iarba...&lt;br /&gt;Viata e plina de surprize si ca mie imi place asa cum e Ea...de ce sa ma plang cand sunt atlii care se plang mai "tare" decat mine iar vocea mea nu poate sa ii acopere asa ca am ales sa nu ma plang si sa ma bucur de fiecare zi asa cum e ea.. si sa imi "bag picioarele" din cand in cand doar asa de drag si sa ii ascult pe ei..cei care in fiecare zi aproape se plang ca oarecum cuta de la pantaloni nu cade perpendicular pe axa de simetrie a pamantului...e criza de spatiu de parcare...e criza de zambete..e criza de oameni fericiti...&lt;br /&gt;Dar pe mine nu ma doare...am doua urechi si am sa va ascult mereu cu zambetul pe buze..pt ca la mine nu e criza de timp...&lt;br /&gt;O saptamana frumoasa va doresc...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-3512263073456499965?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/3512263073456499965/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/03/x.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/3512263073456499965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/3512263073456499965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/03/x.html' title='...X'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-6133061037258042646</id><published>2009-03-03T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T13:22:28.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>C.B.N.</title><content type='html'>Nu stiu de ce tocmai acum m-a apucat dorul de scris..dorinta de a va spune si voua ce mi se intampla mie..de parca v-ar pasa,interesa.&lt;br /&gt;A fi las e groaznic..eu dupa ce ca sunt lasa mai sunt si fricoasa...ca doar fricosenia duce la lasitate, doar din simplul fapt ca nu avem curajul sa spunem in fata ce avem de spus..si inventam scuze patetice ce duc la nimic..si stam si ne gandim ca "ha!", ca am pierde o gramada daca am spune adevarul..dar ce pierdem cand nu avem nimic...cum sa pierzi ceva ce nu ai, ce nu iti apartine.&lt;br /&gt;A fost o zi lunga si "ciudata". Imi doream sa treaca asa repede timpul si a trecut asa de greu..si la ce bun ca tot nu am scapat de nodul din gat, inca mai simt cum isi face de cap si un fluture prin stomac..&lt;br /&gt;Cum deosebesc realitatea de minciuna...cum sa fac sa plec mai repede acasa?&lt;br /&gt;Incep sa realizez ca locul meu nu e aici, ma simt ca printre straini ce cred ca ma cunosc, dar care de fapt habar nu au cine sunt eu..si nici eu nu stiu cine sunt ei...&lt;br /&gt;Am asa un dor de arta ce ma cuprinde si aici tot ce stiu e ca matematica si fizica sunt la putere, ca sunt singura doar eu cu mine...&lt;br /&gt;Si iata ca am ajuns la teoria unui vechi "amic de cico" ce spunea ca oamenii sunt singuri..adica doar tu cu persoana ta, esti singurul care te cunsoaste si care va fi mereu langa tine...prietenii nu exista sunt doar niste masti la fel cum esti si tu cu ei..pentru ca esti ceea ce vor ei sa fi, nu ceea ce esti tu de fapt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi cer scuze daca v-am plictisit cu toata neebuneala din capul meu..seara faina sa aveti si vise dulci...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-6133061037258042646?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/6133061037258042646/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/03/cbn.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/6133061037258042646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/6133061037258042646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/03/cbn.html' title='C.B.N.'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-344132067348640058</id><published>2009-03-01T06:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T06:42:32.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>este Azi..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SaqextAWJ_I/AAAAAAAAADY/C8Q7SiX-xWI/s1600-h/P1410399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SaqextAWJ_I/AAAAAAAAADY/C8Q7SiX-xWI/s320/P1410399.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308229687541377010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inca un incaput de luna..dar nu orice inceput, e inceput de primavara chiar daca ghioceii au aparut deja, acum spun ca a venit Primavara..dar la ce bun..alb si rosu azi de 1 Martie..nu sunt acasa..sunt in Bucuresti si e ciudat pentru ca m-am obisnuit sa stau printre ai mei, iar aici sunt multi ce imi par straini si la fel le sunt si eu lor.&lt;br /&gt;Totusi sunt oameni ce se pare ca s-au gandit azi la mine..m-am trezit cu ei la usa mea..si sunt niste comori pe care poate ca abea acum incep sa le cunoasc...&lt;br /&gt;Un singur lucru imi lipseste din acest peisaj, cel la care tin...si de care imi este asa de dor...&lt;br /&gt;Happy Martisor my dear...&lt;br /&gt;Happy Martisor si voua cititori de bloguri, prieteni, cunoscuti si necunoscuti sa aveti o zi plina de Rosu si Alb, de Ghiocei si Soare...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-344132067348640058?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/344132067348640058/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/03/este-azi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/344132067348640058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/344132067348640058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/03/este-azi.html' title='este Azi..'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SaqextAWJ_I/AAAAAAAAADY/C8Q7SiX-xWI/s72-c/P1410399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-3108556389304719073</id><published>2009-02-25T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T10:25:49.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>zile mari...</title><content type='html'>S-a intamplat o minune...aseara am dormit la ea..la prietena mea..ahh a fost asa de bine..&lt;br /&gt;Hei nu va ganditi la prostii...eu si Andreea doar am stat la o barfa "mica" pana catre dimineata cand am decis ca e timpul sa dormim, nu de alta dar urma sa mai mergem si la facultate, la naiba.&lt;br /&gt;S-a lasat cu ciocolata, cu ras muuuult pentru ca ne-am imaginat o intalnire peste ani intre noi doua...&lt;br /&gt;" Buna Andreea ce mai faci? Unde lucrezi?&lt;br /&gt; - Pai uite vezi cladirea aia mare, ce se numeste Judecatorie? Acolo lucrez eu.&lt;br /&gt; - Vazi de frumos.. ma bucur pentru tine..pai si ce faci tu acolo?&lt;br /&gt; - aaaa...hai sa iti arat...vezi biroul ala...?&lt;br /&gt; - Da, e al tau..?&lt;br /&gt; - Il vezi si pe celalalt?&lt;br /&gt; - Si ala e tot al tau?&lt;br /&gt; - Nu...dar eu fac curat in ele...cam prin toate fac curat...sunt femeie de servici..dar tu ce faci?&lt;br /&gt; -aaa euuuu! euuu! schimb becurile din bioul in care faci tu curat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi am luat masa in oras...:))..ca asa se face mai nou..eu, Andreea si Alin (Borde)..Deci ne-a stiut tot Maxxul..am ajuns la concluzia ca Andreea nu are o relatie si poate altceva :&gt;:&gt;:&gt;:&gt;:&gt; (cine stie cunoaste)..si asa mai departe...&lt;br /&gt;Aveam nevoie de toate astea...thanx my dear friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-3108556389304719073?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/3108556389304719073/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/02/zile-mari.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/3108556389304719073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/3108556389304719073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/02/zile-mari.html' title='zile mari...'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-123552085056051933</id><published>2009-02-22T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T13:13:46.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pana la reascultare..</title><content type='html'>In seara asta am asistat la un moment de buna dispozitie initial, pentru ca s-a lasat cu bauta dar si la un moment trist...am vazut un bun prieten cum devine sentimental pentru ca a fost ultima sa emisiune de party pe etaj..&lt;br /&gt;Asa cum ati vazut intr-un articol anterior v-am povestit de profmcampus si de Mihai, ei bine se pare ca a ajuns la concluzia ca trebuie sa mearga mai departe si a decis sa paraseasca radioul unde a crescut timp de un an si jumatate...&lt;br /&gt;Imi pare tare rau ca nu il mai pot stresa in weekend, ca nu mai pot sta asa la barfa cu el, ca nu ma mai pot amuza de modul in care fizicul lui comenteaza la fiecare interventie...&lt;br /&gt;Am satisfactia ca voi putea sa il ascult totusi, chiar daca la alt radio...&lt;br /&gt;Radio Prahova ai grija de el ca e baiat tare fain...&lt;br /&gt;I am going to miss you my dear friend..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-123552085056051933?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/123552085056051933/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/02/pana-la-reascultare.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/123552085056051933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/123552085056051933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/02/pana-la-reascultare.html' title='pana la reascultare..'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-162291785626712109</id><published>2009-02-19T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T11:44:36.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>home..or not</title><content type='html'>am ajuns iar in camin..dragul de el..aceeasi camera..acelasi pat..doar k acum nu mai aud pe nimeni..noroc ca exista muzica..asa pustiu, nu e nimeni nici pe modul, afara e vreme urata..macar de ar fi nins cum trebuie..sa simtim ca a venit muntele peste noi, dar nu..3 fulgi si gata..iarna face misto de noi..am de gand sa vad un film si sper sa uit ca e gol in jurul meu, al nostru...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-162291785626712109?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/162291785626712109/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/02/homeor-not.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/162291785626712109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/162291785626712109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/02/homeor-not.html' title='home..or not'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-3838455979660794987</id><published>2009-02-14T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T01:33:53.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pentru tine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SZaP8zod5fI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0Ei9hFYuyOk/s1600-h/EXPO_TVDC_223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SZaP8zod5fI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0Ei9hFYuyOk/s320/EXPO_TVDC_223.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302583886090200562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inainte sa te intalnesc viata mea era o noapte fara luna.foarte intunecoasa, dar cu putine stele, puncte de lumina si motivatii..apoi ai traversat cerul meu ca o cometa. brusc totul a luat foc; exista lumina si frumusete. cand n-ai mai fost, cand cometa a cazut peste orizont totul s-a facut negru. nimic nu se schimbase, dar ochii imi erau orbiti de lumina. nu mai puteam sa vad stelele. si nu mai exista nici o motivatie pentru nimic.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru tot ceea ce mi-ai oferit si mi-ai luat...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-3838455979660794987?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/3838455979660794987/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/02/pentru-tine.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/3838455979660794987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/3838455979660794987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/02/pentru-tine.html' title='pentru tine'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SZaP8zod5fI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0Ei9hFYuyOk/s72-c/EXPO_TVDC_223.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-2378902531769537376</id><published>2009-02-13T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T03:18:20.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Esente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SZVWxiuX4BI/AAAAAAAAADI/JNeXeI123jA/s1600-h/P1290275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 185px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SZVWxiuX4BI/AAAAAAAAADI/JNeXeI123jA/s320/P1290275.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302239545433514002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand ma trezesc, in fiecare dimineata, te caut din priviri si am senzatia ca lipseste jumatate din mine si chiar asa este. Ma intreb unde ai putea fi de douazeci de ori pe zi; cat de puternica e iluzia si cat ma doare ca se destrama. Cand merg la culcare nu uit sa iti pastrez loc; ma lipesc cat mai mult de perete si las goala cea mai mare parte a micului meu pat...Despartirea asta sunt sigura, ne-a aratat cate nevoie avem unul de celalalt.Dar la ce bun daca suntem incapatanati si orgoliosi si fricosi...la ce bun cand sunt alte persoane cele ce ne hotarasc destinele..catre ce ne indreptam nici noi nu stim..eu stiu doar ca imaginea ta imi e intiparita pe retina si ca oricate lacrimi ar curge ea tot nu dispare...ce reactie voi avea cand am sa te revad, nu stiu. Ritmul inimi creste doar gandindu-ma la tine in carne si oase in fata mea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-2378902531769537376?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/2378902531769537376/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/02/esente.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/2378902531769537376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/2378902531769537376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/02/esente.html' title='Esente...'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SZVWxiuX4BI/AAAAAAAAADI/JNeXeI123jA/s72-c/P1290275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-7436721300632000251</id><published>2009-02-06T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T00:46:30.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>u..me...us</title><content type='html'>Gata sesiunea..nici o restanta...vacanta 3 saptamani..din pacate se pare ca raceala nu tine cu mine si se incapataneaza sa ma tina inchisa in casa cand eu vreau sa ies..sa alerg sa ma bucur de soare..&lt;br /&gt;E soare..e frumos..e cald..si vreau si eu sa il simt cum imi scalda pielea cum imi coloreaza pupila...orice ar fi am sa ies...&lt;br /&gt;Pasiunea a renascut..am sa imi iau aparatul foto si am sa ma simt din nou ca acum mult timp cand inca ma mai luptam sa nu las ideile mele sa piara din cine stie ce cauza...inevitabiul a avut loc..dar acum multumita unei simple sedinte de poze..mi-am recapatat aerul si dorinta de mai mult..de a vedea eu ce altii nu pot sa vada...de a ma trezii dimineata cu o idee care sa nu imi incapa in piept si sa o astern pe hartie intr-o schita simpla...&lt;br /&gt;Helen is back..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-7436721300632000251?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/7436721300632000251/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/02/umeus.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/7436721300632000251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/7436721300632000251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/02/umeus.html' title='u..me...us'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-1354892473274946439</id><published>2009-01-29T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T12:09:23.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The stupid lamb fell in love with the lion...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SYIMh4QupKI/AAAAAAAAADA/djdSIyMpqWY/s1600-h/breaking_dawn_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SYIMh4QupKI/AAAAAAAAADA/djdSIyMpqWY/s320/breaking_dawn_cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296809887918892194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca sa incep totul precum o mica povestioara..Era candva un miel..era o ea..ca sa fim clari..si era asa de "ametita" incat s-a lovit de un leu..cand l-a vazut pe leu a incetat sa mai fie "ametita" dar a devenit fricoasa..de ce..pentru ca s-a indragostit de leu..a incalcat cea mai importanta lege data de "berbec"...sa nu se ataseze de leu..si acum "saraca" se mira ce sa faca cum sa faca sa ii spuna leului ce se intampla in inima ei..cum sa isi dea seama ce sa faca?cum sa aiba curajul sa il infrunte pe leu?...care de fiecare data cand o priveste si ii zambeste dulce ea se pierde pe un norisor...oare leul s-ar putea indragostii de aceasta Ea prostuta?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-1354892473274946439?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/1354892473274946439/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/01/stupid-lamb-fell-in-love-with-lion.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/1354892473274946439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/1354892473274946439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/01/stupid-lamb-fell-in-love-with-lion.html' title='The stupid lamb fell in love with the lion...'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SYIMh4QupKI/AAAAAAAAADA/djdSIyMpqWY/s72-c/breaking_dawn_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-7569228017731919954</id><published>2009-01-25T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T13:55:17.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SXzfr_4INII/AAAAAAAAACg/EuGIWZfIWdM/s1600-h/twilight-1080p_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SXzfr_4INII/AAAAAAAAACg/EuGIWZfIWdM/s320/twilight-1080p_5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295353208855082114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In data de 23 ianuarie 2009 a avut loc premiera filmului Twilight in Romania la CinemaPro..eu am ajuns insa abea azi sa il vad..si am stat la o coada ce se intindea pana in strada..sala plina..baieti si fete bucurandu-se de o ecranizare de exceptie..pentru mine a fost a 5 oara de vizionare..dar e alta senzatia cand il vezi la cinematograf...altul e sentimentul..&lt;br /&gt;si daca nu v-ati dus inca sa il vedeti..nu stiti ce pierde-ti ...grabiti-va..nu mai stati pe ganduri..si nu uitati sa cititi si cartea ce are traducerea in romana "Amurg" de Stephenie Meyer...&lt;br /&gt;Pentru cei ce l-au vazut deja si v-au placut melodiile folosite in film aveti aici site-ul cu toate numele melodiile cu trimitere pe youtube ca sa le si ascultati...http://www.edwardsmeadow.com/SongsTwilightMovie.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-7569228017731919954?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/7569228017731919954/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/01/twilight.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/7569228017731919954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/7569228017731919954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/01/twilight.html' title='Twilight...'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SXzfr_4INII/AAAAAAAAACg/EuGIWZfIWdM/s72-c/twilight-1080p_5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-2287962336341368783</id><published>2009-01-25T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T14:11:44.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asculta si tu...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SXxOPjjmorI/AAAAAAAAACQ/eC4NcjIUvzE/s1600-h/P14101096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SXxOPjjmorI/AAAAAAAAACQ/eC4NcjIUvzE/s320/P14101096.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295193291030438578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ei sunt..Bobo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SX4zXoPjh4I/AAAAAAAAACw/Y79QGabSRFU/s1600-h/P1410133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SX4zXoPjh4I/AAAAAAAAACw/Y79QGabSRFU/s320/P1410133.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295726692866951042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si Mihai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SX3XbjG1pzI/AAAAAAAAACo/qc0V6rXxCS8/s1600-h/toate+pozele+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SX3XbjG1pzI/AAAAAAAAACo/qc0V6rXxCS8/s320/toate+pozele+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295625605137934130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si Eu..cu...Bobo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SX40DlAFSSI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6zXaSMP5m1Q/s1600-h/P1410180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SX40DlAFSSI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6zXaSMP5m1Q/s320/P1410180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295727447910992162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am dat peste acest radio acum cateva luni dar, imi este asa de drag..imi e drag pentru muzica lui si pentru oamenii ce fac atmosfera in fiecare seara..Bobo si Mihai...nu credeam ca o seara de stat intr-un studio de radio iti poate oferi asa de multe..&lt;br /&gt;Aseara am avut placerea sa vorbesc si eu in emisiunea amicului meu Mihai..pentru ca acum imi pot permite sa ii spun asa...e placut si il inteleg perfect de ce iubeste aceasta "lume" nevazuta dar auzita. &lt;br /&gt;Tot cu ei am fost si pentru prima data intr-un club in Bucuresti...Cum sa nu iti cada acesti doi oameni cu tronc..cum sa nu ii iubesti cand iti aduc zambetul pe buze..&lt;br /&gt;Bobo e copilul matur, creativ, energic....foarte energic...si ii multumesc ca ma suporta cand vin sa il stresez...cand nu mai am chef de invatat!&lt;br /&gt;Mihai este cel ce te asculta mereu si cu el poti mereu discuta despre orice fara nici cea mai mica jena..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca v-am starnit interesul am sa va recomand sa vizitati blogul profm campus... http://www.profmcampus.ro ...sau sa cautati frecventa 103.8..ENJOY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-2287962336341368783?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/2287962336341368783/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/01/asculta-si-tu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/2287962336341368783'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>Chimie...</title><content type='html'>trebuie sa recunosc ca nu ma asteptam sa ma bucur asa de mult de un 6..dar da,..ma simt mai bine cand iau un 6 decat un 10..mai ales ca e vorba de chimie..primul examen serios de pe anul asta si din sesiune a fost cel la chimie..nu am dormit 3 seri la rand..dar l-am luat..acum pot sa imi bag ceva in ea de carte..sa o arunc de la etajul 4 sau eventual sa ii dau foc..&lt;br /&gt;Ma simt asa de bine..am sa beau azi..desi am mai baut..ma mai asteapta si alte examen dar satisfactia pe care o am acum nu mi-o pot oferi nici matematica si nici alta materie tampita...&lt;br /&gt;P.S. imi cer scuze daca vocabularul meu nu este foarte Ok dar sunt cam ametita cand scriu aceste randuri..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-7769458353434511203?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Nu se socheaza prea repede. Poate sa faca curatenie in casa,  sa echilibreze finantele si sa te consoleze cand &lt;br /&gt;visele tale s-au dus pe Apa Sambetei. Ii plac  romantismul, afectiunea si barbatii curajosi. Focul  dinauntrul ei nu va pieri odata cu trecerea timpului &lt;br /&gt;Dar... &lt;br /&gt;Ea va fi subiectul principal al oricarei conversatii.   &lt;br /&gt;Este fascinata de propria-i persoana si crede ca si tu  ar trebui sa fii la fel. &lt;br /&gt;Este ultracompetitiva in orice domeniu. Daca te  descurci mai bine decat ea la munca, ai avut noroc  chior. Ai castigat la loto? Si ce? Ea si-a rupt o  unghie. &lt;br /&gt;Nerabdatoare, critica, incepe si abandoneaza pe loc un  milion de proiecte. De fapt, cand incepe ceva, vrea de  fapt sa isi descarce nervii. &lt;br /&gt;Vrea putere, statut social si muuuuuuuuuulti bani. O  sa alerge pana la capatul pamantului dupa lucrurile  astea. &lt;br /&gt;Daca vrei sa fii tratat ca un barbat adevarat,  incearca orice alt semn zodiacal. Daca vrei sa ti se  spuna ce sa imbraci/mananci/bei/gandesti in timp ce ti &lt;br /&gt;se aduce aminte constant ca ea este mult mai buna  decat tine, ti-ai gasit perechea. E geloasa, dar nu pentru ca e nesigura, ci pentru ca &lt;br /&gt;vrea sa fie prima. Nu are vreo problema in a se culca  cu oricine pentru a ajunge la varf. E in stare sa puna  pe toti pe locul doi, inclusiv progeniturile, pentru a &lt;br /&gt;obtine ce vrea.   &lt;br /&gt;Pentru fiecare noapte cand te dragalesti cu ea pe  canapea o sa petreci alte 10 parandu-i atacurile  fizice sau verbale pe fundalul unui nesfarsit balamuc &lt;br /&gt;de intalniri cu prietenii, cine in oras si goane  pentru a fi primii la coada la bilete pentru cel mai  nou film. &lt;br /&gt;Poate sa fie mai desteapta, mai buna, mai rapida, mai  smechera mai...orice decat oricine. Cum de stim  chestia asta? Intreab-o pe ea. In capul ei, e o &lt;br /&gt;legenda vie, la fel ca si barbatul Leu. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;TAUR &lt;br /&gt;Mama ranitilor in pijamaluta neagra. Loiala, curajoasa  si puternica. Cauta securitate si un partener care sa  se bazeze. Banii nu sunt necesari daca are o casa buna &lt;br /&gt;si lucrurile necesare asigurate. &lt;br /&gt;Dar... &lt;br /&gt;E o mana de fier in manusa de catifea. Tare ca otelul,  indiferent ce incearca sa te convinga pe tine sau pe  ea insasi. &lt;br /&gt;E intotdeauna victima. Tu esti un ticalos doar pentru  ca stai cu ea. &lt;br /&gt;E la fel de violenta si infioratoare la nervi ca si  masculul din zodie. Asteapta-te ca orice obiect sa fie  aruncat inspre tine, chiar si cutitele de bucatarie. &lt;br /&gt;Mancare=liniste si placere Asteapta-te sa se ingrase  pentru ca mananca tot timpul. O sa se leneveasca si la  intretinutul casei. Trebuie sa castigi si pentru ea, o &lt;br /&gt;merita doar pentru ca te suporta.  O sa inceapa certuri in familie doar de amuzament. E  la fel de emotiva ca un sergent de instructie. Da  edicte si face planuri pentru viata tuturor si se  asteapta la supunere oarba. Sa te certi sau se discuti cu ea rational este inutil.  Are intotdeauna dreptate. &lt;br /&gt;Nu crede in nimic ce nu poate atinge si avea. Daca te  prinde ca ai o aventura este destul de probabil sa se  prefaca ca nu s-a intamplat nimic doar ca sa fie &lt;br /&gt;linistita.  Este maniaco-depresiva. O sa foloseasca asta ca sa te  convinga sa stai cu ea. Nu neaparat fizic, ci mai  degraba emotional si financiar. E in stare sa iti &lt;br /&gt;cheltuiasca banii si sa ii pastreze pe ai ei intr-un  cont pe care nu o sa il vezi vreodata. O martira. Nimic nu e vreodata vina ei. E din cauza  societatii, a copiilor, a vecinilor sau a ta.Niciodata din cauza ei.  Este o supravietuitoare si o sa se razbune intr-un fel  sau altul. E judecatorul si juriul celor care au  fraierit-o macar un pic iar sentinta o sa atarne  deasupra capului lor tot restul vietii. Ai intarziat  la cina o data? Asteapta-te sa iti fie adus aminte pe   patul de moarte. Nu uita niciodata. &lt;br /&gt;Vrei sa scapi de ea? Fa-o intr-un fel discret, ca sa  previi sechele fizice permanente. Iti da ea papucii? &lt;br /&gt;Nu te astepta sa iti revezi vreun lucru de-al tau  inapoi VREODATA. &lt;br /&gt;E definitia pietrei de moara Fa-o sa planga si o sa  stea toata ziua pe canapea mancand inghetata.  Enerveaz-o si o sa stai toata ziua pe podea cu ochiul  umflat. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;GEMENI &lt;br /&gt;Spirit si inima generoasa, mereu inconjurata de  prieteni. Cauta un tip original si ocupat care sa nu vrea sa o lege de maini si de picioare. Distractiva, &lt;br /&gt;isteata, iubitoare si vesnic curioasa. Poate sa se imparta cu succes intre responsabilitatile din familie, cariera si casa.. &lt;br /&gt;Dar... &lt;br /&gt;De obicei hobbiurile ei constau in alti barbati. E versiunea feminina a cuceritorului de profesie. Nu are nici un stres in a folosi sexul ca sa obtina ceea ce vrea. &lt;br /&gt;Este principalul ei dusman si atrage barbati la fel de superficiali ca si ea.Alearga dupa cai verzi pe pereti si in acelasi timp isi cauta un tatic Are multe interese, care depind in principal de starea in care se afla si de oricine/orice a tarat acasa pentru a examina, testa sau a se indragosti Adora sa barfeasca. Ii place sa creada ca are talente de detectiv. Poate sa tina un secret, dar nu se poate abtine sa nuimpartaseasca o barfa picanta, mai ales daca o face pe ea sa dea mai bine prin comparative. Traieste ca sa indrepte lucrurile, inclusiv pe &lt;br /&gt;nefericitul care ii e alaturi. O sa fie ceva timp afectuoasa si devotata, asta inainte sa inceapa procesul lung si chinuitor prin care o sa vrea sa il &lt;br /&gt;transforme in barbatul viselor ei. Respectivul ar trebui sa se astepte la carti, CD-uri, sfaturi, sedinte de terapie si exemple din propria ei viata. O sa ii gaseasca o casa, un terapeut si un balamuc in care sa il interneze si de la care asteapta rapoarte zilnice cu privire la progresul facut in experimentul de a-l schimba. &lt;br /&gt;"Viata e o petrecere si multi fraieri mor de foame" e &lt;br /&gt;una din filosofiile ei in viata &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;RAC &lt;br /&gt;E blanda si grijulie. Are un excelent simt al umorului si o inima mare si plina de dragoste. Cauta un barbat care sa fie fidel, atent si stabil. Viata ei se invarte in jurul tau, al copiilor si al catorva &lt;br /&gt;prieteni. &lt;br /&gt;Dar... &lt;br /&gt;Intra in viata ei si o sa fii supus santajului emotional pentru totdeauna. &lt;br /&gt;Casa ei e un altar al vietii sale de pana acum. Pastreaza absolut orice are o cat de mica valoare sentimentala: poze, cadouri, servetelul cu care te-ai sters la gura atunci cand ai zis ca mancarea ei este &lt;br /&gt;exceptionala... &lt;br /&gt;Pregatita pentru orice fel de urgente. Inclusiv pentru uragane, desi sta in Romania , la Brasov . Este atat de distrata incat nu o sa iti poti da seama daca te asculta sau doarme cu ochii deschisi. O sa verse o mare de lacrimi si o sa isi ceara cele mai umile scuze daca ti-a distrus vreun lucru la care tineai, dar nu o sa stii niciodata daca a fost un accident sau s-a razbunat pentru ca ai venit tarziu acasa saptamana trecuta. &lt;br /&gt;O rontaitoare. Daca ii umpli dulapurile cu dulciuri, o sa fie fericita. &lt;br /&gt;Vrea sa te faca sa crezi ca tu esti seful. Dar ea o sa aiba ultimul cuvant, printr-o serie de atacuri de inima, diverse boli psihosomatice si vizite dese la urgenta la 2 noaptea. Si o sa iti aduca aminte cat de nerecunoscator esti dupa toate sacrificiile care le-a facut pentru tine. &lt;br /&gt;Cand se enerveaza e un amestec intre o regina din tragediile grecesti si un santajist sentimental ordinar. O sa te faca sa te simti ca ultimul criminal prin poza ei de victima. &lt;br /&gt;Madam Rac pare foarte inofensiva la suprafata. Unii &lt;br /&gt;dintre criminalii in serie par la fel. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;LEU &lt;br /&gt;Loiala, de cursa lunga si sincera. Are un magnetism animal fantastic, indiferent de ce poarta. Cauta un partener atent, romantic si caruia ii place sa munceasca. Este sentimentala si amuzanta. &lt;br /&gt;Dar... &lt;br /&gt;Indiferent de cat de linistita si fermecatoare e Leoaica de langa tine, ghearele ei sunt la fel de ascutite ca ale fiarei cu acelasi nume din Africa . Matele blande pot zgaria foarte rau. &lt;br /&gt; Se zice ca o femeie trebuie sa fie o regina in societate, o gospodina acasa si o tarfa in pat. Leoaica tinde sa aplice ultima varianta pentru orice situatie din viata. E unica femeie in stare sa isi scrie singura numarul de telefon pe peretii unei bai publice. Deviza ei e "daca ai cu ce, lauda-te. Daca nu, prefa-te ca ai!" &lt;br /&gt;Poate sa se joace de-a pisica in calduri, dar e mai interesata de putere decat de sex. Iubeste barbatii cu putere sau care stiu pe cineva care are putere. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ca tot veni vorba de romantism, ideea ei de manifestari romantice include telefoane in fiecare zi, flori in fiecare saptamana si escapade romantice in fiecare luna. Daca o sa aiba salariul ei personal, o &lt;br /&gt;sa il cheltuie pe tot pe augusta sa persoana. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ii place umorul, umorul ei personal adica. Cand pare naturala si neglijenta, fii sigur ca a exersat atitudinea respectiva vreo doua luni inainte. Rade singura la glumele ei. &lt;br /&gt;Cere foarta multa atentie. Tacuta si regala sau vulgara si nestapanita, in ambele cazuri vrea toata atentia/tot salariul/toata viata ta. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;FECIOARA &lt;br /&gt;Blanda, grijulie si cu picioarele pe pamant. E calma pe dinafara dar e foarte delicata. Cauta un partener care e inteligent, atent si cald. Crede in dragostea adevarata si e in stare sa o astepte o viata intreaga. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dar... &lt;br /&gt;Daca treci de lista ei de calitati, care e extrem de lunga, o sa fii oricum cicalit si indrumat in fiecare zi. Vrea sa te perfectioneze, chiar daca asta e imposibil. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;E critica. O sa analizeze si o sa critice orice la tine, de la masina pe care ai ales-o pana la felul in care ungi untul pe paine. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;E tipicara. Daca ii zici ca o sa fii acasa la 8, cel mai bine e sa fii exact la ora 8, daca nu cumva cu cinci minute mai devreme. Intarzierile sunt de &lt;br /&gt;neiertat Week-endul ei ideal consta in a ordona familiei sa faca ordine in casa si cum sa o faca apoi sa se epuizeze corectand tot ce au facut. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Desi se considera o persoana extrem de ordonata, casa ei o sa fie de obicei un dezastru, pentru ca e prea ocupata sa scrie liste cu lucruri de facut. &lt;br /&gt;E pisaloaga si inflexibila cand se enerveaza. Cel mai bun lucru e sa incepi sa iti ceri scuze, chiar daca nu stii ce ai facut, chiar daca nu ai facut nimic. In caz contrar, sa mergi pe carbuni incinsi o sa ti se para &lt;br /&gt;foarte usor comparabil cu predica pe care o sa ti-o &lt;br /&gt;tina. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ca sa ii castigi inima, e nevoie de strategie. Planuieste-ti fazele atacului si asediaz-o. Curatenia e sfanta asa ca poti sa o impresionezi cu o tinuta &lt;br /&gt;impecabila. E foarte pasionala, daca reusesti sa ajungi pana la inima ei. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;BALANTA &lt;br /&gt;Cea mai populara dintre femeile zodiacului. E de obicei foarte atragatoare. Atenta, inteligenta, crede in egalitate. Cauta armonia si o relatie profunda. Este calda, senzuala si feminina &lt;br /&gt;Dar... &lt;br /&gt;E vanitoasa, geloasa si indragostita de oglinda. Adora excesele. Combate depresia prin terapie de cumparaturi. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Foarte rar cantareste aspectele unei probleme daca nu priveste vanitatea ei personala. Nu e proasta, dar gandirea rationala, asa cum o intelege restul lumii, nu are de a face cu ea. Este cea mai probabila &lt;br /&gt;candidata pentru multe operatii estetice. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nu exceleaza la luarea deciziilor, adica nu e in stare sa ia vreo decizie, la fel ca si corespondentul ei masculin. &lt;br /&gt;Are o structura emotionala si un simt estetic extrem de ciudate. E fie o extrema, fie cealalta. O sa iti critice gusturile in aceste domenii, chiar daca e ceva gen "rade ciob de oala sparta ". &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Noi" e cuvantul e preferat intr-o relatie. Se misca cu viteze supersonice cand vine vorba de relatii. Da-i un deget si iti ia toata mana. In final, o sa iti faca un set de reguli dupa care sa traiesti, reguli care privesc toate aspectele vietii. E ca un fel de planta parazita care se intinde si sufoca tot. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;O sa ramana in viata ta mult timp dupa ce v-ati despartit. Nu pentru ca te vrea inapoi, ci pentru ca sa se asigure ca suferi fara ea. O sa iti pastreze numarul pentru o eventuala aventura. Nu, nu are nimic &lt;br /&gt;de a face cu tine, ci cu ea. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SCORPION &lt;br /&gt;In nici un caz nu e superficiala. E o femeie increzatoare si rafinata. Stilul ei este de un sic clasic. Este prietenoasa, dar oarecum rezervata. Cauta &lt;br /&gt;un partener puternic, curajos si ambitios. E empatica, poate sa iti detecteze toate starile si sa isi dea seama ce le-a provocat &lt;br /&gt;Dar... &lt;br /&gt;Are un stil de a-si exprima parerile care iti strivesc personalitatea si iti distrug mandria. Nu se teme de nimic, pune sub semnul intrebarii orice si ar merge pana in panzele albe pentru cei care ii sunt mai dragi. E o femeie care i-ar citi Biblia dracului si ala ar asculta-o. Stie ca cea mai scurta cale spre inima unui barbat e prin cutia lui toracica. Casa ei e sanctuarul ei personal, chiar daca este iadul tau, la fel de &lt;br /&gt;personal. &lt;br /&gt;Nu o trada, nu o ameninta si nu ii pune in pericol siguranta in nici un fel. Si, in numele a tot ceea ce iubesti, nu o umili niciodata in public. O femeie Scorpion care e tradata e ca Lady Macbeth dupa cateva &lt;br /&gt;doze de cocaina. &lt;br /&gt;Desi nu o sa puna mana pe pusca, o sa pui tu mana pe sticla de tarie. Deseori si in cantitati cat mai mare. Are un foarte bun simt politic. Poate doar sa se uite la un om si sa iti zica daca o sa te ajute sa urci in &lt;br /&gt;cariera sau daca trebuie sa il eviti. Poate sa te ajute sa ajungi in varf fara ca tu sa iti dai seama. &lt;br /&gt;De ce? Adora puterea si este foarte probabil ca are si ea un plan in directia asta. Daca ai vreun dubiu, intreaba-l pe Bill Clinton despre draga lui nevasta Scorpion, Hillary. &lt;br /&gt;Se plange, sufera de depresie cronica si uneori se uita in gol ore in sir de iti vine sa juri ca are probleme mentale. E manipulatoare si santajista. Nu o sa ezite sa si-o traga ca sa ajunga in varful piramidei, daca asta e &lt;br /&gt;singura optiune valabila. Traieste pentru scandal. Isi doreste un barbat care sa ii fie egal. Din nefericire, foarte rar crede despre vreunul ca ii este egal. Asa ca mai degraba o sa il foloseasca pe post de &lt;br /&gt;carpa de sters pe jos. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SAGETATOR &lt;br /&gt;Independenta, optimista, crede ca sinceritatea e cea mai buna politica. Nu isi plange de mila. E foarte prietenoasa si spontana. Vrea un partener cultivat si care a calatorit prin lume. O femeie care o sa te &lt;br /&gt;urmeze pana la capatul lumii. &lt;br /&gt;Dar... &lt;br /&gt;Face la fel de multe gafe ca si masculul Sagetator si e victima celor mai bizare intamplari, desprinse parca din Zona Crepusculara, care o fac sa ajunga mereu la locul nepotrivit in momentul potrivit. Nu o sa vina la masa pentru ca a vazut o mata care nu mai putea sa se dea jos din copac, a sunat la pompieri si acum incearca sa ii convinga sa o lase pe ea sa se urce pe scara sa salveze pisica Intarzie mereu. Chiar daca ar pleca cu 3 ore inainte de acasa, tot o sa se se intample ceva. Cand in cele din urma ajunge, e destul de probabil ca schiopateaza sau e in carje. Asta pentru ca e la fel de expusa la accidente ca si barbatul Arcas si are tendinta sa se impiedice si sa cada foarte des. Cand se infurie, o sa vezi o explozie care o sa te loveasca in fata inainte sa poti lua orice masura de precautie. S-ar putea sa se lase cu ceva pahare sparte &lt;br /&gt;si desi nu o sa uite prea repede, o sa se potoleasca in scurt timp. Dupa aia o sa povesteasca prietenilor incidentul in cele mai mici detalii. E felul ei de a se razbuna ca ai fost rau cu ea. Poate sa turuie 20 de minute fara sa respire. Zambeste aproape non stop Isi umple existenta cu proiecte, petreceri, cauze si prietenii superficiale pentru ca nu suporta sa fie singura. &lt;br /&gt;Uraste munca in gospodarie. Ar fi bine sa angajezi o menajera ca sa nu va manance gandacii. Ii place afectiunea, dar detesta sa fie cicalita. Ii &lt;br /&gt;place libertatea, dar nu e la fel de "ratacitoare" ca nativul barbat. &lt;br /&gt;Probabil ca are multi prieteni barbati. Daca esti genul gelos, o sa iti cam puna rabdarea la incercare. Se asteapta sa ai incredere in ea si o sa refuze sa isi schimbe stilul de viata sau prietenii. Este foarte pasionala, dar prefera o partida de sex scenelor prea emotionale. Este cea mai independenta femeie de pe suprafata pamantului. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;CAPRICORN &lt;br /&gt;Are stil si maniere perfecte, poate sa fie deschisa sau rezervata, in functie de situatie, e practica si cu mult bun simt. Vrea un partener puternic, ambitios si care are planuri solide pentru viitor. &lt;br /&gt;Dar... &lt;br /&gt;E snoaba. Vrea la cele mai bune restaurante, cluburi, magazine. &lt;br /&gt;Salariul si familia partenerului sunt doua dintre criteriile de baza cand iese cu cineva. Se poarta ca o diva razgaiata, apeleaza la santaj &lt;br /&gt;sentimental si iti forteaza mana. Statutul social conteaza enorm. O sa faca orice pentru asta, indiferent de pret si de sentimentele ei &lt;br /&gt;personale. Este extrem de materialista, isi adora bunurile ei &lt;br /&gt;nepretuite de care are o grija enorma. Cauta sa impresioneze pe oricine. &lt;br /&gt;E o pretioasa, face pe marea doamna chiar daca s-a nascut la Adunatii-Copaceni Infrumuseteaza adevarul. Nu suporta sa se faca misto de ea, o sa fie botoasa zile intregi daca a fost tinta vreunei glume. Poate oscila intre mai multe iubiri, dar nu e prea aventuroasa sau picanta. Se asteapta sa fie curtata, rasfatata si excitata. Ii plac cadourile mici si intotdeauna sunt la regim. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;VARSATOR &lt;br /&gt;Un spirit liber, vesnic curioasa si intotdeauna prietenoasa. Are un farmec enigmatic. Vrea un partener romantic si intelectual. Nu e posesiva sau geloasa, crede ca dragostea se naste dintr-o prietenie &lt;br /&gt;frumoasa. E un individ complet.&lt;br /&gt; Dar...&lt;br /&gt; E foarte draguta tot timpul pentru ca face numai ceea ce are chef. E rebela, capoasa si paradoxala. Poate sa fie de un individualism egoist si exasperanta. Cand e furioasa, s-ar putea sa se poarte ca un copil &lt;br /&gt;isteric - o sa dea din picioare, o sa dea ordine, o sa dea cu lucrurile de pamant doar ca se iti faca in ciuda. Totusi, de obicei, o sa prefere sa adopte o atitudine filosofica cand se enerveaza si sa argumenteze pana cand incepi tu sa te isterizezi. E imprevizibila, nu o sa stii niciodata ce/cui o sa ii zici adio cand vrei sa pleci. Are foarte putine inhibitii in ceea ce priveste aparentele, opiniile si tactul. O sa aduca in discutie subiecte controversate cand e invitata prima data la ai tai acasa Ii plac barfele, in special alea cu adevarat nasoale. O sa bata campii toata noaptea despre lucruri absurde, inclusiv care dintre vedete ar putea fi roboti sau &lt;br /&gt;extraterestri. &lt;br /&gt;Are un alai de prieteni de toate varstele, sexele, convingerile si personalitatile. E intotdeauna disponibila pentru susmentionatii prieteni la orice ora din zi sau noapte. Casa voastra o sa inceapa sa semene din ce in ce mai mult cu o combinatie intre Gara de Nord si un cabinet de psihoterapie alternativa &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Cu cat esti mai ciudat, cu atat o sa te gaseasca mai incitant. Fi gata de experimente sexuale sau o sa sfarsesti langa o partenera foarte plictisita &lt;br /&gt;O lasa rece sentimentalismul siropos. Daca este genul asta, o sa se uite la tine ca la o pierdere de timp. Este un pic materialista... &lt;br /&gt;"O viata nu e de ajuns" e o filosofie potrivita femeii &lt;br /&gt;Varsator &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;PESTI &lt;br /&gt;Are o aura care te face sa te simti foarte bine in prezenta ei. E romantica clasica. Are nevoie de un cavaler care sa o protejeze de lumea rea. Prefera intimitatea petrecerilor, calitatea cantitatii si pe tine restului lumii. &lt;br /&gt;Dar... &lt;br /&gt;E foarte promiscua si o relatie stabila nu o impiedica sa isi faca de cap. &lt;br /&gt;Se minte singura ca aventura din ziua respectiva este singura ei iubire adevarata, chiar daca dureaza doar o ora. Mereu in cautarea sufletului pereche, oricand, oriunde, cu oricine. Aparentele insala. Variaza intre un delfin jucaus si un rechin flamand. Cand o apuca dracii, o sa &lt;br /&gt;izbucneasca, dupa care se retrage in umbrele adancurilor. Daca vrea sa riposteze, de obicei o sa o faca dintr-un coltisor in care plange isteric &lt;br /&gt;O sa iti placa atentia care ti-o va acorda la inceput, dar cand adevarata ei vocatie e sa te cicaleasca. Si asta o sa o vezi destul de curand. O sa incearca sa te transforme in barbatul perfect. Din nefericire, nu are &lt;br /&gt;o idee prea clara cum arata ala. Asa ca idealizeaza barbatul de langa ea, mai ales daca e o alegere proasta &lt;br /&gt;Poate ca pare fragila, neajutorata si nepamanteana, dar are structura de otel. Este dusmanul ei cel mai mare. Prefera sa isi planga de mila decat sa discute rational. Cearta-te cu ea si fie o sa faca spume sau o sa se interpreteze rolul "vai, nefericita de mine" prabusindu-se pe cea mai &lt;br /&gt;apropiata piesa de mobilier. De fapt ii plac circul si certurile. &lt;br /&gt;De obicei e foarte desteapta, dar nu se pune in valoare din cauza atitudinii ei aiuristice. Uita ca unele lucruri nu se reumplu singure - contul din banca, frigiderul si rezervorul masinii ar fi cateva exemple. &lt;br /&gt;Pare altruista, devotata si intelegatoare, dar o sa plece cu o bucata din sufletul tau in maini &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate comentariile voastre vor spune mai mult decat acest zodiac...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-958589201175553001?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/958589201175553001/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/01/descoperiti-femeia-de-langa-voi.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/958589201175553001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/958589201175553001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/01/descoperiti-femeia-de-langa-voi.html' title='Descoperiti femeia de langa voi...'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SXO2vTtPzlI/AAAAAAAAABY/OwKVdUWT4x0/s72-c/000_0183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-959560894990298499</id><published>2009-01-13T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T08:44:36.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My name is Diaconescu, Dan Diaconescu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWxZRNaZXoI/AAAAAAAAABQ/OpS5l25Tlpc/s1600-h/artid_1231752265%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWxZRNaZXoI/AAAAAAAAABQ/OpS5l25Tlpc/s320/artid_1231752265%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290701814446513794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se pare ca Domnul Diaconescu a cam patit-o zilele trecute in emisiunea sa "geniala"..in care Magda a disparut..Suspectul Tolea s-a prezentat in emisiune cu un mini tomberon incercand sa il bage pe Diaconescu in el..micutul Dan nu s-a lasat mai prejos si s-a luptat pentru viata sa cu mandrie si putere...Am avut placerea sa aflu de acest lucru in emisiunea lui Mircea Badea ce a comentat acest lucru, dezvoltand subiectul,cum era si normal din partea sa,ca doar unu e Badea, creeand "The American Dream of Diaconescu"!&lt;br /&gt;Intrebarea mea este, insa..A fost o punere in scena pentru audienta sau o pura intamplare...??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-959560894990298499?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/959560894990298499/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/01/se-pare-ca-domnul-diaconescu-cam-patit.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/959560894990298499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/959560894990298499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/01/se-pare-ca-domnul-diaconescu-cam-patit.html' title='My name is Diaconescu, Dan Diaconescu'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWxZRNaZXoI/AAAAAAAAABQ/OpS5l25Tlpc/s72-c/artid_1231752265%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-8615403162078102412</id><published>2009-01-11T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T13:33:50.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manipulare..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWplCtkpdQI/AAAAAAAAABI/dELtW9gPB1c/s1600-h/P1400016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWplCtkpdQI/AAAAAAAAABI/dELtW9gPB1c/s320/P1400016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290151809567520002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca si caractere umane ce suntem dorim din instinct sa manipulam sau invers ne vom lasa manipulati fie ca ne dam sau nu seama...traim intr-o lume de masti..toti ne cer sa fim cum vor ei..noi le cerem lor sa fie cum vrem noi, sa se comporte sa vorbeasca..dar cum ramane  cu propria noastra personalitate..cum ramane cu dorinta de a fi NOI...&lt;br /&gt;Azi mi s-a spus ca sunt usor de manipulat de cei care ma cunosc...bine voi nu ar trebui sa stiti asta dar fie...ceea ce nu stie cel ce a afirmat acest lucru este faptul ca de fapt eu sunt perfect constienta de momentele in care el manipuleaza..si il las doar de drag..din dorinta de a-l face sa creada k are suficienta capacitate de a " manipula"...&lt;br /&gt;Manipularea exista de cand existam si noi..Marii conducatori isi doresc o manipulare in masa..folosindu-se de toate mijloacele pentru a obtine ceea ce vor( bani si putere)..chiar si de a se vinde, alatura dusmanului propriei sale tari..cat de parsivi pot fi oamenii?care este limita lor? catre ce infinit tindem? de se complica totul? de ce ne place sa creem suferinta celor din jur?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-8615403162078102412?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/8615403162078102412/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/01/manipulare.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/8615403162078102412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/8615403162078102412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/01/manipulare.html' title='Manipulare..'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWplCtkpdQI/AAAAAAAAABI/dELtW9gPB1c/s72-c/P1400016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-9115969156013894015</id><published>2009-01-10T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T13:32:22.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkT0niRLsI/AAAAAAAAABA/3JJTgqmY5Sc/s1600-h/P1410095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkT0niRLsI/AAAAAAAAABA/3JJTgqmY5Sc/s320/P1410095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289781032010198722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ieri am ajuns din nou sa imi pun aceeasi intrebare stupida..de ce cred..de ce imi pasa..de ce simt...mda pentru ca sunt om..pentru k in afara de un inconstient pe care il are si un animal mai am si un constient ce nu imi da pace, aceasta gandire ce devine in cele din urma rationala si mereu subiectiva...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce sunt prietenii, de ce avem nevoie de ei, de ce ei au nevoie de noi, suntem asa de dependenti de altii, singuri nu putem face nimic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As fi putut sa ma ridic si singura dar nu..cineva a crezut ca am nevoie de ajutor, si apoi a decis ca nu k ar fi mai bine ca brusc sa nu imi mai dea atentie...ideea este ca uneori devine obositor..si daca il indepartez un pic se supara. Apoi revine la starea initiala, apoi imi spune ca se preface, dar eu inca am incredere in el...de ce pentru ca sunt prea credula?..nu pentru ca am nevoie sa cred k in cineva..poate ar trebui sa cred mai mult in mine..dar cine sunt eu..de ce as face asta?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deja nu mai conteaza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trecand peste astea ii multumesc vremii pentru ninsoarea din Bucuresti..chiar daca mi-am luat o mica, mare bataie cu zapada. Sper doar sa mai primim cadouri de genul asta..ca sa pot sa scot si sania din debara sa mai simt un pic ca sunt copil...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-9115969156013894015?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/9115969156013894015/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/01/ieri-am-ajuns-din-nou-sa-imi-pun.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/9115969156013894015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/9115969156013894015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/01/ieri-am-ajuns-din-nou-sa-imi-pun.html' title=''/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkT0niRLsI/AAAAAAAAABA/3JJTgqmY5Sc/s72-c/P1410095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8509272017192088676.post-670216571244735047</id><published>2009-01-05T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T02:29:00.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the End of the Beginning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWJYwuJkPhI/AAAAAAAAAAg/6cV4gIWo91Y/s1600-h/P1390666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287886506531503634" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWJYwuJkPhI/AAAAAAAAAAg/6cV4gIWo91Y/s320/P1390666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Un nou an..o noua viata..incep si eu primul meu blog..am mai avut o pagina de net..pentru ca cei ce ma stiu mai bine si imi cunosc pasiunea pentru fotografie..Acel site reprezinta o galerie foto, o mica expozitie. El inca exista dar nu am mai adaugat o fotografie de destul de mult timp...asa ca a inceput sa faca panze de paianjen.&lt;br /&gt;De ce vreau si eu sa imi impartasesc gandurile simtirile cu persoane pe care nu le cunosc?&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca ei vor ajunge sa ma cunoasca asa cum alte persoane nu au reusit...acest blog reprezinta un nou inceput pentru mine..&lt;br /&gt;Voi cititorii fideli, scriitorii constiinciosi veti afla ce gandeste Elena&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8509272017192088676-670216571244735047?l=myey3s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/feeds/670216571244735047/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/01/end-of-beginning.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/670216571244735047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8509272017192088676/posts/default/670216571244735047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myey3s.blogspot.com/2009/01/end-of-beginning.html' title='the End of the Beginning...'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02097602423893635555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWkTGEdW2bI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KyBoigF9Ir8/S220/true.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVoUwPbs6nc/SWJYwuJkPhI/AAAAAAAAAAg/6cV4gIWo91Y/s72-c/P1390666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
