<?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-3290350709723337327</id><updated>2011-11-19T23:53:13.301+02:00</updated><category term='END'/><category term='vacanta'/><category term='NU avem'/><category term='clasa a 8-aC'/><category term='de colectie'/><category term='Lepse'/><category term='plicitseala'/><category term='xD.'/><category term='dimineata'/><category term='mama'/><category term='xD'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='ora 8 jumate'/><category term='fun'/><category term='dezamagire'/><category term='prietenie'/><category term='NU avem.'/><category term='prieteni.'/><category term='prieteni'/><title type='text'>adeLovey</title><subtitle type='html'>Nothing's gonna change tonight</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>adeLovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143691644338779708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/ScqW5e90rDI/AAAAAAAAACY/stkO6jFXE8M/S220/DSC03682.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3290350709723337327.post-2200454041749047068</id><published>2009-09-08T23:23:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T01:11:07.358+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NU avem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dezamagire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='END'/><title type='text'>Ultima postare!</title><content type='html'>Am decis sa imi "inchid" blogul pentru o vreme. Nu prea mai vreau sa mai aud de el saus a intru din minut in minut sa vad ce s-a mai intamplat, cine ce-a mai postat, daca am mai primit vreun comment sau chestii de genul. Tot ce vreau sa spun e ca a fost &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt; cat a durat chestia asta cu blogul. Acum devine chiar &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt;. Nici nu prea mai ai despre ce sa scrii, iar daca scrii ceva gen opinie personala, toata lumea te critica gen "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ai avzut ce-a scris aia? Doamne ce retardata! Cum ma sa zici asa ceva? Pai e cea mai tare chestie si ea o considera nasoala? Ce stupid!&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;Am mancat destule commenturi de-astea. Le-am sters. De-aia nu se vad:)). M-am saturat de toti tacanitii care nu sunt in stare sa vada si cealalta partea paharului 8-|. Parca toata viata e roz pentru ei. Aaa. Si roz e lumea toata. Cuum sa nu :-J.&lt;br /&gt;Si in caz de ma decid, si o sa-mi revina pasiunea pentru postat, o sa optez pentru &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wordpress&lt;/span&gt;. M-am convins ca e mai bun decat &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blogger&lt;/span&gt;u`.&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P. ma` blog.&lt;br /&gt;Sii .. era sa uit^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cf45I1ZI__w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cf45I1ZI__w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cea mai bestiala melodie ever :x.&lt;br /&gt;ILY SUPERNATURAL &lt;3333.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Risin' up back on the street&lt;br /&gt;Did my time, took my chances&lt;br /&gt;Went the distance now I'm back on my feet&lt;br /&gt;Just a man and his will to survive&lt;br /&gt;So many times, it happens too fast&lt;br /&gt;You trade your passion for glory&lt;br /&gt;Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past&lt;br /&gt;You must fight just to keep them alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;It's the Eye of the Tiger&lt;br /&gt;It's the thrill of the fight&lt;br /&gt;Rising up to the challenge of our rival&lt;br /&gt;And the last known survivor&lt;br /&gt;Stalks his prey in the night&lt;br /&gt;And he's watching us all&lt;br /&gt;With the Eye of the Tiger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face to face, out in the heat&lt;br /&gt;Hangin' tough, stayin' hungry&lt;br /&gt;They stack the odds till' we take to the street&lt;br /&gt;For we kill with the skill to survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Risin' up straight to the top&lt;br /&gt;Had the guts, got the glory&lt;br /&gt;Went the distance, now I'm not gonna stop&lt;br /&gt;Just a man and his will to survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the Eye of the Tiger&lt;br /&gt;It's the thrill of the fight&lt;br /&gt;Rising up to the challenge of our rival&lt;br /&gt;And the last known survivor&lt;br /&gt;Stalks his prey in the night&lt;br /&gt;And he's watching us all&lt;br /&gt;With the Eye of the Tiger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Eye of the Tiger&lt;br /&gt;The Eye of the Tiger&lt;br /&gt;The Eye of the Tiger&lt;br /&gt;The Eye of the Tiger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3290350709723337327-2200454041749047068?l=adelovey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/feeds/2200454041749047068/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/2009/09/ultima-postare.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default/2200454041749047068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default/2200454041749047068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/2009/09/ultima-postare.html' title='Ultima postare!'/><author><name>adeLovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143691644338779708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/ScqW5e90rDI/AAAAAAAAACY/stkO6jFXE8M/S220/DSC03682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3290350709723337327.post-3731542226134835731</id><published>2009-07-26T23:18:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T00:43:27.158+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prieteni.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de colectie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacanta'/><title type='text'>Comeback in forta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/SmzNzymfjUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/QPCiFWyM6Ss/s1600-h/DSC03666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/SmzNzymfjUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/QPCiFWyM6Ss/s320/DSC03666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362887545931664706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiu! Nu te-am anuntat cand am plecat si nici cand vin. Sunt o calatoare si prin vise si prin mare. Nu te-am sunat sa-ti spun ca vin. Nu te-am lasat sa-mi desfaci bagajul. Sunt doar amintirile mele de 3 saptamani. Nu te las sa mi le furi!&lt;br /&gt; Asaaa .. acum ca am revenit de la mare si ca am calcat din nou pe pamant de Braila, vreau sa ma spovedesc daca o pot numi asa:&lt;br /&gt; Prima saptamana a fost deplorabila. Draci, dadacit (in sensul ca trebuia sa fiu ca un titrez dupa var-mea care n-are nici macar 3 ani impliniti. Toata lumea spune ca-i dragalasa, dar daca stai mai mult de-o saptamana cu ea te apuca toti dracii din toata lumea si nu te mai lasa .. inca vreo 2 saptamani de-atunci incolo). N-o s-o mai fac in viata mea pe dadaca. Poa` sa fie cine-o fi. Nu-mi pasa. Am si eu viata. Am si eu dreptul la distractie si la soare daca am ajuns la mare. Si nu numai la mare.&lt;br /&gt; A doua saptamana a fost ea cum a fost. A fost excelenta. Mi-am avut prietenii aproape; baietii 3 zile, fetele 11 zile :x. PAAAARTY! Soare, tatuaje, arsuri, mancare, bere, gheata, nori, ploi, muzica, rasarit, apus, topless, mesaje, mall, nisip, tenisi uzi, de toate.&lt;br /&gt; A treia saptamana a fost bestiala. Baietii care inchiriau seslongurile, ski-jet-urile si plimbau turistii cu banana, mi-au cazut cu tronc. Cel putin unul dintre ei. Nu are rost sa dau detalii. Spun doar ca e asa de cute felul in care vorbea si felul in care mi-a zis pur si simplu: te las pe tine sa conduci ski-jet-u pana unde vezi cu ochii incat .. chiar nu mai e nevoie de niciun detaliu.&lt;br /&gt; O sa mai am absente de-astea dar doar de week-end-uri:d. Pauzele lungi si dese, cheia marilor succese. Asta asa-i. Inteligent ala care a zis-o. Nu o sa mai scriu pe blog pana pe 10 august. Atunci o sa fie distractia distractie:x.&lt;br /&gt; P.S.: Te poti supara pe mine, dar nu ma poti face sa dau inapoi sau sa imi iei bagajul si s-ami spui: Nu pleci nicaieri fara mine. (reply) Ba bine ca pot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Las loc de interpretari. Comentati;)).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3290350709723337327-3731542226134835731?l=adelovey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/feeds/3731542226134835731/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/2009/07/comeback-in-forta.html#comment-form' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default/3731542226134835731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default/3731542226134835731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/2009/07/comeback-in-forta.html' title='Comeback in forta!'/><author><name>adeLovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143691644338779708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/ScqW5e90rDI/AAAAAAAAACY/stkO6jFXE8M/S220/DSC03682.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/SmzNzymfjUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/QPCiFWyM6Ss/s72-c/DSC03666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3290350709723337327.post-6294111910519303946</id><published>2009-07-06T17:14:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T00:28:33.693+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A new beggining!</title><content type='html'>"Yeeeeeee!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta a fost ultima propozitie emisa de mine in ultimele 4 zile. Cauza? Simpla. Pe 2 iulie 2009 pe siteul Ministerului Educatiei Cercetarii si Inovarii (MECI) -&lt;a href="http://admitere.edu.ro/2009/rapoarte/index.html"&gt;click aici&lt;/a&gt;-&lt;a href="http://admitere.edu.ro/2009/rapoarte/index.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a fost afisata lista cu cei repartizati in licee pe profile si specializari.&lt;br /&gt;Vestea mi-a fost adusa de catre Dana (nii-chan! nu stiu ce m-as face fara tinee&gt;:D&lt;): &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;D: Ade, ce faci?&lt;br /&gt;A: Bine .. sunt la manichiura.&lt;br /&gt;D: Unde?&lt;br /&gt;A: La manichiura.&lt;br /&gt;D: Unde?&lt;br /&gt;A: LA MANICHIURA!&lt;br /&gt;D: Aaa .. Si cam cat mai intarzii?&lt;br /&gt;A: N-am idee. Plec odata cu mama si mama mai are ceva treaba.&lt;br /&gt;A: Why?&lt;br /&gt;D: Pai .. s-au afisat listele cu repartitia pe edu.&lt;br /&gt;A: Pe bunee :o:x?&lt;br /&gt;D: Da. Grabeste-te sa ajungi acasa ca sa te uiti.&lt;br /&gt;A: Nu poti sa-mi spui tu xD?&lt;br /&gt;A: Te rooog :o3!&lt;br /&gt;D: Pff .. Bine. Da` sa stii ca o sa ai de asteptat ca se incarca greu. Probabil multi sunt cei care au aflat si se uita.&lt;br /&gt;A: Nu conteaza. Sunt dispusa sa astept oricat ca sa aflu pentru ca nu pot ajunge acasa in momentul acesta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dupa ce ca ardeam de draci la telefon cu Dana pentru ca pagina aia nenorocita se incarca ca un cur si ca eu nu mai aveam nervi sa mai astept pana sa-mi confirme Dana ceva ce presimteam, vestea mi-a fost adusa exact la tanc:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;D: A ... Adelina ...&lt;br /&gt;A: Asa .. continua:))!&lt;br /&gt;D: Aaa .. scuze. Nu erai tu.&lt;br /&gt;A: DANA MISCA-TE MAI REPDE CA NU MAI SUPORT TENSIUNEA.&lt;br /&gt;D: Ok. Ok. Ma misc cat de repede pot. Nu sunt eu de vina. Pagina face figuri.&lt;br /&gt;D: Pagina urmatoare, tata!&lt;br /&gt;A: Inca astept .. :))&lt;br /&gt;D: G ... Gata xD. Te-am gasit xD.&lt;br /&gt;A: ZI MAI REPEDE!&lt;br /&gt;D: Liceul Teoretic ..&lt;br /&gt;A: Pot sa incep sa plang?&lt;br /&gt;D: Nicolae Iorga Filologie Bilingv Engleza.&lt;br /&gt;A: YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Deja incepusem sa plang de fericire. Nu ma mai interesa ca ma auzise tot salonul + cei de la receptie. Important era ca ajunsesem unde visasem si unde stiam ca am cele mai mari sanse sa intru si unde stiam eu ca-mi va fi cel mai bine.&lt;br /&gt;Aseara, eram in cautarea viitorilor mei colegi de clasa si din pua intamplare i-am si gasit. I-am notat si sper sa ne intelegem mai ales ca in clasa suntm 17 fete si 11 baieti;)). Cam dezechilibrata balanta acum, dar sa speram ca va fi &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; asa cum imi place mie sa zic cand incerc ceva nou; mai ales ca 2 colege din generala deja sunt cu mien in clasa si una dintre ele va sta cu mien in banca (multumesc Sabina ca m-ai ales pentru a foua oara ca -virgula- colega de banca:*).&lt;br /&gt;Dupa cum &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bine &lt;/span&gt;zice Dana intr-o postare de-a ei tot despre entuziasmul licean: "In concluzie, din 20 de copii &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; sunt la Iorga (felicitari!), &lt;strong&gt;unul&lt;/strong&gt; la LPS, &lt;strong&gt;unul&lt;/strong&gt; la Liceul Economic (bravos), &lt;strong&gt;unul&lt;/strong&gt; la Cerna, &lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt; la Balcescu [:(] si &lt;strong&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt; la Murgoci."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Succesuri&lt;/span&gt;, distractie cat cuprinde (baluri, plimbari, excursii cu profii, etc.) si spor cu acomodarea cu profii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3290350709723337327-6294111910519303946?l=adelovey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/feeds/6294111910519303946/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-beggining_06.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default/6294111910519303946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default/6294111910519303946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-beggining_06.html' title='A new beggining!'/><author><name>adeLovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143691644338779708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/ScqW5e90rDI/AAAAAAAAACY/stkO6jFXE8M/S220/DSC03682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3290350709723337327.post-3104822211502608795</id><published>2009-06-29T16:06:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T16:11:04.329+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Avem viata in sange!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/Ski9XK40vII/AAAAAAAAAIo/AgBkaTfDopQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352736362887167106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/Ski9XK40vII/AAAAAAAAAIo/AgBkaTfDopQ/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Romania, bolile grave ale sangelui inseamna o lupta nedreapta cu destinul. Bolnavii cauta ajutor in marea lor majoritate in strainatate, desi acolo transplantul salvator ii costa triplu fata de cat ar putea sa coste in Romania. Daca autoritatile medicale ar infiinta Registrul National de Donatori Neinruditi, bolnavii ar putea primi grefe de la donatorii din Romania sau din numeroasele tari inscrise in Registrul International. Transplantul s-ar putea face in tara, rapid si cu costuri mult mai mici.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cei care vor sa devina donatori de celule stem si sa incerce sa salveze prin acest gest un bolnav de leucemie vor fi supusi initial unui simplu set de analize. Cei sanatosi vor fi introdusi intr-o baza de date. In cazul in care unul dintre ei este compatibil cu un bolnav, el este chemat la spital pentru prelevarea celulelor stem. Procedura este simpla si seamana cu donarea de singe, dar este mult mai putin solicitanta. Donatorul este legat la un aparat care selecteaza celulele stem hematopoietice din singele lui dupa care singele ii este reintrodus in organism. Procedura este simpla si nu implica nici un fel de risc pentru donator in singele caruia celulele stem se refac dupa citeva zile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;S-au inscris 31560 de persoane. Ce mai conteaza unul in plus. Sustin campania asta pentru ca stiu cum este sa pierzi pe cineva drag din cauza unei boli incurabile si tratata ca un cur in spitalele din Romania, si nu numai din aceasta cauza. Si din cauza ca noi avem bani, dar ii cheltuim pe nimicuri in loc sa donam sau ma rog .. sa facem ceva caritabil cu ei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Campanie initiata de ProTv si de Sabina si Roxana pe bloguri :D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3290350709723337327-3104822211502608795?l=adelovey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/feeds/3104822211502608795/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/2009/06/avem-viata-in-sange.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default/3104822211502608795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default/3104822211502608795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/2009/06/avem-viata-in-sange.html' title='Avem viata in sange!'/><author><name>adeLovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143691644338779708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/ScqW5e90rDI/AAAAAAAAACY/stkO6jFXE8M/S220/DSC03682.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/Ski9XK40vII/AAAAAAAAAIo/AgBkaTfDopQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3290350709723337327.post-4990624355007211523</id><published>2009-06-14T23:22:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:33:31.999+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lepse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xD.'/><title type='text'>Marathon</title><content type='html'>Leapsa no. 1:&lt;br /&gt;Regula e ca toate raspunsurile sa inceapa cu litera cu care incepe si prenumele tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Nume: Adelina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Câteva cuvinte din 4 litere: Axat, Arma, Apel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Numele unui baiat: Adelin :)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Numele unei fete: Ana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. O activitate: Aviatie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. O culoare: Albastru :x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Ceva ce sa porti în viitorul apropiat: Adidasi :)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Un nume de mâncare: Andive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Ceva ce gasesti în baie: Apa:)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Un loc: Acasa:)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Un motiv pentru întârziere: Adrenalina. (:&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Ceva ce ai urla: Amoreeee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Un titlu de film: A Walk To Remember 8-&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Ceva de baut: Alcool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Un grup muzical: AndreE =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Un animal: Acvila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Un nume de strada: Albinei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. O marca de masina: Audi^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Titlul unei melodii: Automatika (Zale).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leapsa no. 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O FLOARE: Crin.&lt;br /&gt;UN ANOTIMP:  Vara.&lt;br /&gt;O LUNA:  Octombrie.&lt;br /&gt;O CULOARE: Albastru.&lt;br /&gt;UN ANIMAL: Crocodil.&lt;br /&gt;O PIESA VESTIMENTARA: Jeansi.&lt;br /&gt;UN FRUCT:  Ananas.&lt;br /&gt;O PIESA DE MOBILIER:  Pat.&lt;br /&gt;O MELODIE:  Madcon - Beggin.&lt;br /&gt;UN VIDEOCLIP:  Paramore - Decode.&lt;br /&gt;UN OBIECT: mouse.&lt;br /&gt;UN INSTRUMENT MUZICAL: Pian.&lt;br /&gt;O PERSOANA APROPIATA: Mama.&lt;br /&gt;UN COPAC:  Mar.&lt;br /&gt;UN VERS: ” The truth is hiding in your eyes “.&lt;br /&gt;UN ORAS: New York.&lt;br /&gt;O PERSOANA PUBLICA: Selena Gomez.&lt;br /&gt;UN FEL DE MÂNCARE: Tortellini.&lt;br /&gt;O CARTE:  Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;UN SUPER-EROU: Buttercup.&lt;br /&gt;UN FENOMEN: Rasaritul.&lt;br /&gt;O MASINA: Skoda.&lt;br /&gt;O PARTE A CORPULUI: Ochi.&lt;br /&gt;UN PERSONAJ DE FILM: Jim Carrey (Bruce Almighty).&lt;br /&gt;UN FILM:  Half Light.&lt;br /&gt;UN LOC: Plaja.&lt;br /&gt;O CLADIRE: Maria Filloti.&lt;br /&gt;O LEGUMA: Morcov.&lt;br /&gt;UN TELEFON: LG.&lt;br /&gt;O BAUTURA:  Cocktail.&lt;br /&gt;CEVA DULCE: Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;UN SERIAL: CSI Miami.&lt;br /&gt;O PIESA DE TEATRU:  Omul Perna&lt;br /&gt;UN NUME: Jack.&lt;br /&gt;UN GEST:  Imbratisare.&lt;br /&gt;UN PARFUM: Calvin Klein IN2U&lt;br /&gt;O ORA: 23&lt;br /&gt;UN AN: 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leapsa no. 3:&lt;br /&gt;Reguli:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Ia cartea care este cea mai aproape de tine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Deschide-o la pagina 123.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Gaseste a 5-a propozitie/fraza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Nu indrazni sa scotocesti prin rafturi dupa cartea aceea foarte deosebita sau intelectuala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rezultat :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Paulo Coelho - Alchimistul-pagina 123-"Sunt capricioase ca desertul, si daca le invatam cu asta, data viitoare s-ar putea sa le fie lene sa traga."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leapsa no. 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CUser%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="PlaceType"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" 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with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;08) Said ‘I love you’ and meant it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;09) Hugged a tree.&lt;br /&gt;10) Done a striptease.&lt;br /&gt;11) Bungee jumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12) Visited &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;13) Watched a lightning storm at sea.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14) Stayed up all night long, and watch the sun rise.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Seen the Northern Lights.&lt;br /&gt;16) Gone to a huge sports game.&lt;br /&gt;17) Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Tower&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Pisa&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;18) Grown and eaten your own vegetables.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Touched an iceberg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20) Slept under the stars.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;21) Changed a baby’s diaper.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Taken a trip in a hot air balloon.&lt;br /&gt;23) Watched a meteor shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;24) Gotten drunk on champagne.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Given more than you can afford to charity.&lt;br /&gt;26) Looked up at the night sky through a telescope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27) Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;28) Had a food fight.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Bet on a winning horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30) Taken a sick day when you’re not ill.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Asked out a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32) Had a snowball fight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Photocopied your bottom on the office photocopier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34) Screamed as loudly as you possibly can.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) Held a lamb.&lt;br /&gt;36) Enacted a favorite fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;37) Taken a midnight skinny dip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38) Taken an ice cold bath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) Had a meaningful conversation with a beggar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40) Seen a total eclipse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) Ridden a roller coaster.&lt;br /&gt;42) Hit a home run.&lt;br /&gt;43) Fit three weeks miraculously into three days.&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44) Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;45) Adopted an accent for an entire day.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46) Visited the birthplace of your ancestors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47) Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;48) Had two hard drives for your computer.&lt;br /&gt;49) Visited all 50 states of &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;USA&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50) Loved your job for all accounts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51) Taken care of someone who was shit faced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52) Had enough money to be truly satisfied.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53) Had amazing friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54) Danced with a stranger in a foreign country!&lt;br /&gt;55) Watched wild whales.&lt;br /&gt;56) Stolen a sign.&lt;br /&gt;57) Backpacked in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Europe&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;58) Taken a road-trip.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;59) Rock climbing.&lt;br /&gt;60) Lied to foreign government’s official in that country to avoid notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;61) Midnight walk on the beach.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62) Sky diving.&lt;br /&gt;63) Visited &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ireland&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;64) Been heartbroken.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65) In a restaurant, sat at a stranger’s table and had a meal with them.&lt;br /&gt;66) Visited &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;67) Bench-pressed your own weight.&lt;br /&gt;68) Milked a cow.&lt;br /&gt;69) Alphabetized your records.&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;70) Pretended to be a superhero.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;71) Sung karaoke.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;72) Lounged around in bed all day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73) Posed nude in front of strangers.&lt;br /&gt;74) Scuba diving.&lt;br /&gt;75) Got it on to “Let’s Get It On” by Marvin Gaye.&lt;br /&gt;76) Kissed in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;77) Played in the mud.&lt;br /&gt;78) Played in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;79) Gone to a drive-in theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;80) Done something you should regret, but don’t regret it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81) Visited the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Great Wall of China&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;82) Discovered that someone who’s not supposed to have known about your blog has discovered your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83) Dropped Windows in favor of something better.&lt;br /&gt;84) Started a business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;85) Fallen in love and not had your heart broken.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86) Toured ancient sites.&lt;br /&gt;87) Taken a martial arts class.&lt;br /&gt;88) Sword fight for the honor of a woman.&lt;br /&gt;89) Played D&amp;amp;D for more than 6 hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;90) Gotten engaged.&lt;br /&gt;91) Been in a movie.&lt;br /&gt;92) Crashed a party.&lt;br /&gt;93) Liked someone you shouldn’t have to.&lt;br /&gt;94) Kissed someone so passionately it made them dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;95) Gotten married.&lt;br /&gt;96) Had sex at the office.&lt;br /&gt;97) Gone without food for 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;98) Made cookies from scratch.&lt;br /&gt;99) Won first prize in a costume contest.&lt;br /&gt;100) Ridden a gondola in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Venice&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;101) Gotten a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;102) Found that the texture of some materials can turn you on.&lt;br /&gt;103) Gotten divorced.&lt;br /&gt;104) Been on television news programs as an “expert”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;105) Got flowers for no reason.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;106) Masturbated in a public place.&lt;br /&gt;107) Got so drunk you don’t remember anything.&lt;br /&gt;108) Taken illegal drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;109) Performed on stage.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;110) Been to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Las Vegas&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;111) Recorded music.&lt;br /&gt;112) Eaten shark.&lt;br /&gt;113) Had a one-night stand.&lt;br /&gt;114) Gone to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Thailand&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;115) Seen Siouxsie live.&lt;br /&gt;116) Bought a house.&lt;br /&gt;117) Been in a combat zone.&lt;br /&gt;118) Buried one/both of your parents.&lt;br /&gt;120) Been on a cruise ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;121) Spoken more than one language fluently.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;122) Gotten into a fight while attempting to defend someone.&lt;br /&gt;123) Bounced a check.&lt;br /&gt;124) Performed in Rocky Horror.&lt;br /&gt;125) Read – and understood – your credit report.&lt;br /&gt;126) Raised children.&lt;br /&gt;127) Recently bought and played with a favorite childhood toy.&lt;br /&gt;128) Followed your favorite band/singer on tour.&lt;br /&gt;129) Created and named your own constellation of stars.&lt;br /&gt;130) Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country.&lt;br /&gt;131) Found out something significant that your ancestors did.&lt;br /&gt;132) Called or written your Congress person.&lt;br /&gt;133) Picked up and moved to another city to just start over.&lt;br /&gt;134) …more than once? – More than twice?&lt;br /&gt;135) Walked the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Golden Gate&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Bridge&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;136) Sang loudly in the car, and didn’t stop when you knew someone was looking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;137) Had an abortion or your female partner did.&lt;br /&gt;138) Had plastic surgery.&lt;br /&gt;139) Survived an accident that you shouldn’t have survived.&lt;br /&gt;140) Wrote articles for a large publication.&lt;br /&gt;141) Lost over 100 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;142) Held someone while they were having a flashback.&lt;br /&gt;143) Piloted an airplane.&lt;br /&gt;144) Petted a stingray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;145) Broken someone’s heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;146) Helped an animal give birth.&lt;br /&gt;147) Been fired or laid off a job.&lt;br /&gt;148) Won money on a T.V. game show.&lt;br /&gt;149) Broken a bone.&lt;br /&gt;150) Killed a human being.&lt;br /&gt;151) Gone on an African photo safari.&lt;br /&gt;152) Ridden a motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;153) Driven any land vehicle at a speed of greater than 100 mph.&lt;br /&gt;154) Had a body part of yours below the neck pierced.&lt;br /&gt;155) Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol.&lt;br /&gt;156) Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;157) Ridden a horse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;158) Had major surgery.&lt;br /&gt;159) Had sex on a moving train.&lt;br /&gt;160) Had a snake as a pet.&lt;br /&gt;161) Hiked to the bottom of the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Grand Canyon&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;162) Slept through an entire flight: takeoff, flight, and landing.&lt;br /&gt;163) Slept for more than 30 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;164) Visited lots of foreign countries.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;165) Visited all 7 continents.&lt;br /&gt;166) Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;167) Eaten kangaroo meat.&lt;br /&gt;168) Fallen in love at an ancient Mayan burial ground.&lt;br /&gt;169) Been a sperm or egg donor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;170) Eaten sushi.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;171) Had your picture in the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;172) Had 2 (or more) healthy romantic relationships for over a year in your lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;173) Changed someone’s mind about something you care deeply about.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;174) Gotten someone fired for their actions.&lt;br /&gt;175) Gone back to school.&lt;br /&gt;176) Parasailed.&lt;br /&gt;177) Changed your name.&lt;br /&gt;178) Petted a cockroach.&lt;br /&gt;179) Eaten fried green tomatoes..&lt;br /&gt;180) Read The Iliad.&lt;br /&gt;181) Selected one “important” author who you missed in school, and read.&lt;br /&gt;182) Dined in a restaurant and stolen silverware, plates, cups because your apartment needed them.&lt;br /&gt;183) …and gotten 86′ed from the restaurant because you did it so many times, they figured out it was you.&lt;br /&gt;184) Taught yourself an art from scratch.&lt;br /&gt;185) Killed and prepared an animal for eating.&lt;br /&gt;186) Apologized to someone years after inflicting the hurt.&lt;br /&gt;187) Skipped all your school reunions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;188) Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;189) Been elected to public office.&lt;br /&gt;190) Written your own computer language.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;191) Thought to yourself that you’re living your dream.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;192) Had to put someone you love into hospice care.&lt;br /&gt;193) Built your own PC from parts.&lt;br /&gt;194) Sold your own artwork to someone who didn’t know you.&lt;br /&gt;195) Had a booth at a street fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;196) Dyed your hair.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;197) Been a DJ.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;198) Found out someone was going to dump you via LiveJournal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;199) Written your own role playing game.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;200) Been arrested.&lt;/p&gt;  Acestea au fost lepesele luate de la Lorena (1;3;4) si Laura (2)&lt;br /&gt;Cine vrea, sa se serveasca:d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3290350709723337327-4990624355007211523?l=adelovey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/feeds/4990624355007211523/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/2009/06/marathon.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default/4990624355007211523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default/4990624355007211523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/2009/06/marathon.html' title='Marathon'/><author><name>adeLovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143691644338779708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/ScqW5e90rDI/AAAAAAAAACY/stkO6jFXE8M/S220/DSC03682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3290350709723337327.post-4380400968277052781</id><published>2009-06-13T21:37:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T23:59:04.750+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NU avem.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dezamagire'/><title type='text'>Piece of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/Sjqqk5gz3TI/AAAAAAAAAIg/n4yRNnln97Q/s1600-h/DSC02567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348775058346335538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/Sjqqk5gz3TI/AAAAAAAAAIg/n4yRNnln97Q/s320/DSC02567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/SjkMtNxCq2I/AAAAAAAAAIY/SmmCC49lzqM/s1600-h/DSC02567.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="def" onclick="return searchClickedWord(event);"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;A ascunde&lt;/b&gt; ≠ a arăta, a destăinui, a etala, a evidenţia, a manifesta, a mărturisi&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Am realizat ca este mai simplu sa ascunzi ceva decat sa-i spui acelei persoane adevarul. Este mult mai simplu sa-i ascunzi unei persoane adevarul si sa te comporti ca si cum nimic nu s-ar fi intamplat, iar acea persoana sa se gandeasca ca: Ma, chiar nu e nimic cu el/ea. Totul pare in regula cand te trezesti ca persoana caruia ii ascunzi ceva nu te banuieste de nimic, nu-ti reproseaza nimic, pur si simplu nu stie. Cel mai grav este cand cel/cea inselat/a afla adevarul de la cine nu trebuie (prieteni, iubiti, necunoscuti, etc.). Atunci se ingroasa gluma. Nu mai ai cum sa minti. Cel/Cea inselat/a nu mai are incredere in tine, nu te va mai baga in seama sau, mai rau, te va ignora complet. Ajungi sa crezi (sau nu) ca ai facut prostia vietii tale. Neah. "Nu-ti merge cu una cu doua cu mine" ii spune tipa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;: Am realizat ca sunt cel mai prost om dupa aceasta planeta cand ti-am ascuns adevarul. Trebuia sa-ti fi spus. Ar fi fost mult mai usor pentru amandoi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;: Crezi? Uite ce, pe mine nu ma intereseaza cat de rau iti pare tie. Eu stiu doar ca am tinut la tine si tu te-ai cacat in sentimentele mele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;: Stiu. Am fost un dobitoc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;: Ai fost sau esti?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;: Am fost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;: Raspuns incorect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;: Deci nu exista cale de intoarcere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;: Nici macar una singura. Nimic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;: Deci s-au evaporat sentimentele?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;: `ai nu mai spune. Pe bune? Normal ca s-au dus. Nu pot sta langa un mincinos ca tine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;: Nici eu langa o superficiala ca tine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;: Superficiala? Eu? Crezi ce vrei! Nu ma mai tentezi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;: Nici tu pe mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Si asa cei doi apucara pe calea lor. Nici ca se mai intalnira de-atunci. Nu-si mai vorbisera. Nu se mai sunasera. Se uitasera complet.&lt;br /&gt;Sa ascunzi adevarul pare foarte simplu la prima vedere, dar nu multi stiu sa faca asta. Spre exemplu, tipul din poveste. Ramane stupefiat de tot ce-i spune tipa. Incearca sa faca ceva pentru a mai ramane totusi prietena cu ea, insa, nicio sansa.&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Personajele din sceneta creata de mine sunt fictive, pana si cearta este fictiva.&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S.: Stiu ca suna banal, dar nu este obligatorie lectura, nu? (copyright Dana) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3290350709723337327-4380400968277052781?l=adelovey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/feeds/4380400968277052781/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/2009/06/piece-of-me.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default/4380400968277052781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default/4380400968277052781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/2009/06/piece-of-me.html' title='Piece of me'/><author><name>adeLovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143691644338779708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/ScqW5e90rDI/AAAAAAAAACY/stkO6jFXE8M/S220/DSC03682.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/Sjqqk5gz3TI/AAAAAAAAAIg/n4yRNnln97Q/s72-c/DSC02567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3290350709723337327.post-7012962610861974988</id><published>2009-06-11T13:46:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T00:18:34.382+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prietenie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clasa a 8-aC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacanta'/><title type='text'>Last day ...</title><content type='html'>Astazi a fost ultima zi &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;impreuna&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Astazi a fost ultima zi in care &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ne-am vazut&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Astazi a fost ultima zi in care &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ne-am zambit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Astazi a fost ultima zi in care &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ne-am imbratisat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Astazi a fost ultima zi in care &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ne-am pozat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Astazi a fost ultima zi in care &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ne-am plans unul altuia pe umar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Astazi a fost ultima zi in care &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ne-am tachinat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Astazi a fost ultima zi in care &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ne-am urat succes/succesuri&lt;/span&gt;:).&lt;br /&gt;Astazi a fost ultima zi in care &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;am plans dupa voi&lt;/span&gt;. (si voi mai plange)&lt;br /&gt;Astazi a fost ultima zi in care &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;am stat toti in aceeasi clasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Nu-mi vine sa cred. Cum a putut ziua asta sa treca nesimtit de repede? Cum se poate ca aceasta ultima zi sa se rezume la un simplu: o sa-mi fie dor de tine? Cum de n-am mai plans unul dupa altul? Sau am plans .. in tacere. Ma cuprinde melancolia ori de cate ori o sa ma uit la pozele alea in care toti eram zambitori, toti fara griji, fara sa stim ca va urma despartirea ... Mi se pare o pedeapsa mult prea grea pentru noi toti. Nu vreau ca totul sa se termine asa. Nu vreau ca tot ce-a fost sa fie uitat si mai ales nu vreau ca (virgula) colegii de astazi si fostii de poimaine sa uite tot ce-a fost, sa stearga cu buretele tot.&lt;br /&gt;       Si-acum plang .. Plang pentru ieri, plang pentru astazi, plang pentru maine si pentru prima zi de vacanta. Cele mai dure memomente cand toti pleaca si nu se mai vad. Doar in poze ne mai regasim, ne mai simtim unul pe altul, ne mai amintim ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Later Edit*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   Acum nu mai plang. Acum rasfoiesc albumul clasei. Ma uit la fetele lor si zambesc (pentru ca fericirea e o stare de bine - ce comerciala suunt:))). Nu mai sunt melancolica. Nu mai sunt dependenta de ei, dar totusi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Forta 8C`u! `Till the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dupa premiere&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div class="scrapBody"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Astazi a fost premierea. Nu s-a lasat cu nicio lacrima in cadrul curtii scolii. &lt;u&gt;Insa&lt;/u&gt;, cand am plecat de la &lt;em&gt;Maximus&lt;/em&gt; dupa poze facute pentru a zecea mia oara doar de dragul de-a avea poze cu colegii pe care apropo nu o sa-i uit niciodata (love you guys:x), cand a venit momentul luarii celui mai greu cuvant posibil si anume "ADIO", unii au plans, altora li s-a intins machiajul, unii se tineau in brate mai mult de 15 secunde, parintii se uitau la noi si mai ca incepeau si ei sa planga, doamna diriginta care ne-a indrumat in acesti ani minunati si cu care group hug`u n-a fost doar o imbratisare simpla de grup, multumiri:d.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;si nu uitati: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:7;" &gt;8C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt; RULLZ!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3290350709723337327-7012962610861974988?l=adelovey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/feeds/7012962610861974988/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-day.html#comment-form' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default/7012962610861974988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default/7012962610861974988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-day.html' title='Last day ...'/><author><name>adeLovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143691644338779708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/ScqW5e90rDI/AAAAAAAAACY/stkO6jFXE8M/S220/DSC03682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3290350709723337327.post-1010218816746043017</id><published>2009-05-27T14:49:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T13:33:30.899+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ora 8 jumate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prieteni.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de colectie'/><title type='text'>Un sfarsit si urmarile lui!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/SiZRUnAlZnI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/VwIvxpZasik/s1600-h/DSC00741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/SiZRUnAlZnI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/VwIvxpZasik/s400/DSC00741.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343047422432339570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dana&lt;/span&gt;* inspired me*&lt;br /&gt;Nici nu stiu cu ce sa incep. Cu colegii? Cu profii? Cu fazele? Cu scrisul?&lt;br /&gt;Nu incep cu toate-odata ca o sa uit initialul.&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca nu am fost cu voi in clasa dintr-a 5-a, eu va cunosc pe voi chiar de pe-atunci. Tabere, gasca, proiecte;va amintiti? Primele zile au fost de vis, au inceput aprofundarile, incepeam sa stim cate ceva unii despre altii .. sa iesim, sa radem, sa pozam, sa facem caterinca, sa umilim, sa iubim, sa raspundem, sa vedem, sa continuam, sa ne certam, sa ne impacam, s.a.m.d.&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa incep cu colegii mei de suflet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cristy&lt;/span&gt;: Doctorul Cristian Andrei a.k.a. 9595 cum imi placea mie sa-i spun, artistul nostru plastic, tricoul verde pe care scrie "Stau langa un prost" este cel mai genial pe care l-am vazut vreodata la el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lorena&lt;/span&gt;: Cu toate ca ne-am certat cam mult si pe teme diverse, ea-mi va ramane in minte prin anumite faze pe care le stim doar noi doua.(Sper totusi sa vezi ce-am scris:P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mihai&lt;/span&gt;: Calmul lui e molipsitor. La fel si desenele din ora cu Ovidiu sau Carol:d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Razvan&lt;/span&gt;: Coleg de banca pentru o luna, m-am chinuit sa-ti descifrez scrisul foarte mult timp. Esti toba la istorie, dar nu stiu daca o intreci pe Dana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nicooo&lt;/span&gt;: Nu suntem noi foarte apropiate dar pot spune ca e super de treaba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(eu ma exclud)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dragos&lt;/span&gt;: O sa-mi amintesc mereu cum iti zicea profa de franceza "uitati-va sa vedeti ce ochi frumosi are, ma!". Si porelca de Adelush:-L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Roxana&lt;/span&gt;: Esti chiar mai detreaba de cat multi altii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diana&lt;/span&gt;: Mai mergi cu mine cu liftul? Stai calma ca nu e nicun sobolan jos. Asa e liftul la blocul profului de mate;)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Andreea&lt;/span&gt;: Stiu ca urasti sa ti se zica Pamfi si de-asta ma abtin:). O sa te mai scapi vreodata cu faza aia cu S.? sper ca nu;)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Salomica&lt;/span&gt;: Telefon schimbat din luna-n luna. Un N95 ceva=))?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Andra&lt;/span&gt;: Nu te-am inteles niciodata. Nici tu pe mine. Goghy^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sabina&lt;/span&gt;: ^^. "Esti de treaba cand vorbesti ce trebuie si esti de treaba si cand taci! Ca la poze;)!". Thanks a loot&gt;:d&lt;.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Danaa&lt;/span&gt;: Esti muza mea de inspiratie pentru aceasta postare. Chiar daca te enervez cu anumite faze si anumite sms-uri trimise tarziu, stiu ca orice-ai face, nu ma poti omori. Dar eu te iubesc oricum&gt;:D&lt;:*:x. P.S: Daca se intampla ceva cu blogul meu, ti-l pot lasa in grija?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stanescu&lt;/span&gt;: Oare-si mai aminteste cand i-am zis ca ne injuram ca prostii pe degeaba? Sper ca da ca sa nu fiu nevoita s-o luam de la capat. Imi pare rau ca ai cazut in cap, sincer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ovidiu&lt;/span&gt;: Photographer. Beatboxer. Graff-artist. Foarte tare^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Carol&lt;/span&gt;: WOW. Graffiti. "Nu se potrivesc culorile". E tot ce pot spune despre tine. Si chiar daca ai tu 2m si ceva, tot 13 ani ai:p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sara&lt;/span&gt;: Esti singura persoana din zodia Peste cu care ma inteleg (cateodata si mama). maniile noastre. liceele. ginecologia:&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Sorin&lt;/span&gt;: E nevoie? Daca e nevoie zic! Pff .. Ok, ok, zic! Ai nevoie de o doza de realitate. Mai vorbeste cu Anna. E la fel de realista ca si mine:p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Liviu&lt;/span&gt;: "Liviusor!La tabla!". Rasul tau e molipsitor si fara sa-mi dau seama rad si eu de rasul tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continui cu profesorii:&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;romana&lt;/span&gt; nu eram cine stie ce genialitate sau nu aduceam compunerile la timp, am stiut mereu ca exprimarea opiniei in scris este un punct forte. Cum arata albastrul meu? Cititi compunerea:).&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;engleza&lt;/span&gt; am zis "number a" in loc de "question a" asta nu e o problema asa de grava. Important este sa iau bilingvul. Ascultam cantece despre chinezi.&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;franceza&lt;/span&gt; am facut cateva figuri, trebuie sa recunoasteti ca sunt avansata si ca radeam toti de nu mai aveam aer pana la sfarsitul orei.&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;latina&lt;/span&gt; stateam mereu si vorbeam si profa tipa la noi sa vorbim mai incet ca avea treaba, oricum media 10 ramanea caci latina e o limba moarta. La ce ne trebuie o limba moarta? S-o vorbim in mormant?&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mate&lt;/span&gt; ne speriam cu totii .. acum nu mai e asa de grav. Rugaciunile alea de dinaintea orei chiar erau multe si sincere (cu sensul de "God, help us!").&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fizica&lt;/span&gt; am media 10, tot nu stiu de ce e asa de greu sa desenezi un cub.&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chimie&lt;/span&gt; ne-am cam speriat in prima faza, a ajuns sa ne placa.&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;biologie&lt;/span&gt; trebuia sa stam ficsi pe scaunul ala pentru ca altfel ne cadeau caietele de pe picioare cand se copia la greu la teste, era frumos. Era ca o a doua ora de dirigentie.&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;istorie&lt;/span&gt; mai incurcam data primului Razboi Mondial cu data Petitiei Procalmatie, asta nu m-a impiedicat sa nu fiu atenta, dar sa si rad putin pe la ora.&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;civica&lt;/span&gt; nu prea am inteles de ce-mi trebuie mie sa stiu valorile unui om, le-am invatat ca .. deh, media .. :).&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;geografie&lt;/span&gt; am luat 9 pe primul semestru si 10 pur pe al doilea, asta nu era un obstacol pentru micile nazbatii si cateva raspunsuri suflate;eram recuzita profesoarei ("Adelina, da-mi si mie te rog cartea, culegerea"...).&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;religie&lt;/span&gt; eram siliti sa cantam imnurile lu` peste, sa mergem la biserica si sa rezolvam (musai!) exercitiile din caietul ala, eram calmi pentru ca era a doua ora din ziua de luni.&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;muzica&lt;/span&gt; nu am cantat ce-mi propusesem sa cant in fata clasei, era frumos ca ne pasam unul altuia melodiile pentru cd:).&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;desen&lt;/span&gt; era o adevarata "militarie scoasa din pod", anumite glume cu prezervative sau oameni cu mainile calcate de tiruri erau bine-venite.&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sport&lt;/span&gt; nu prea m-am sinchisit sa fac, este de apreciat ca am invatat sa servesc si eu ca un om -nu ca o vita- la voley:).&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tehnologie&lt;/span&gt; am fost stresati cu intrerupatoarele si alte aparate care se conecteaza la priza sau exasperati de ideea ca trebuie sa stim de pe acum cum se alege o meserie buna, totul a fost ok.&lt;br /&gt;Si chiar daca &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;optionalul&lt;/span&gt; "Eco-Site" a fost mult prea bun pentru unii si mult prea stresant pentru altii, jocurile de pe Miniclip, Sims sau Naruto erau mereu acceasate de noi:).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3290350709723337327-1010218816746043017?l=adelovey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/feeds/1010218816746043017/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/2009/05/un-sfarsit-si-urmarile-lui.html#comment-form' title='17 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default/1010218816746043017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default/1010218816746043017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/2009/05/un-sfarsit-si-urmarile-lui.html' title='Un sfarsit si urmarile lui!'/><author><name>adeLovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143691644338779708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/ScqW5e90rDI/AAAAAAAAACY/stkO6jFXE8M/S220/DSC03682.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/SiZRUnAlZnI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/VwIvxpZasik/s72-c/DSC00741.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3290350709723337327.post-3768103950342637392</id><published>2009-05-15T19:06:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T19:21:26.311+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lepse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Leapsa^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Ce iti place sa faci atat de mult, incat ai plati pentru asta?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;As plati ca sa stau o noapte-ntreaga pe scena sa cant impreuna cu cei mai buni prieteni, iar la sfarsit sa fiu aclamata; chiar daca Dana zice ca n-am voce, eu stiu ca am si ca pot sa cant foarte bine chiar (fara sa falsez:p).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Daca ai afla astazi ca mai ai de trait exact 5 ani, ce ai face incepand de &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Avand in vedere ca acesta se spune unor oameni care sufera de leucemie, eu mi-as lua catrafusele [o parte din ele;))] si as calatori cat m-ar tine picioarele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Daca ai castiga un milion de euro neimpozabil, ai continua sa faci ce faci acum?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Cu un milion de euro neimpozabil m-as muta intr-o casuta mica pe care as redecora-o, aş călători prin diverse locuri unde n-o să ajung de fapt niciodată şi m-aş apuca pe experimentat. Exceptand insa intreruperile, as continua sa fac ceea ce fac acum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Peste 15 ani, ce ai vrea sa scrie pe prima pagina despre tine, in cel mai important ziar din &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;? Care ar fi titlul articolului?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Nu vreau sa se scrie despre mine in niciun ziar fie de oriunde ar fi acela. Nici ep pagina 5 nu vreau sa ajung (pagina 5=pagina de scandaluri)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Ce vrei sa spuna prietenii tai despre tine la ceremonia ta funerara?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" lang="RO"&gt;Nu neaparat ceva pompos dar ceva simbolic si cum s-au simtit cu mine langa ei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Dar pe piatra ta funerara ce vrei sa scrie despre tine?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Ceva la fel de trasnit la fel ca mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Cand erai mic ce le raspundeai celor mari la intrebarea: Tu ce vrei sa te faci cand vei fi mare?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Le-am zis ca vreau sa fiu stewardeza dar dupa m-am razgandit si acum doi ani le-am zis ca ador actoria:).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Ce ai face daca ai sti absolut sigur, dincolo de orice dubiu, ca este imposibil sa esuezi?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Abia atunci as esua, cu siguranta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Ce ai vrea sa le spuna copiii tai nepotilor tai despre tine?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Nu sa le spuna ci sa le arate cum era pe vremea aia si cat de nebuna era bunica lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Daca ai putea acum sa te proiectezi in viitor, in ultima zi a vietii tale si sa iti iei un interviu, care sunt trei intrebari pe care ti le-ai adresa?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1) De ce-am plecat?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2) Cume  acolo sus?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3) Cum suporti mă pacea si linistea de acolo cand tu traiai doar cu muzica la maxim?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Este luata de pe blogosfera. Cine vrea, i-o dau cu cea mai mare placere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3290350709723337327-3768103950342637392?l=adelovey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/feeds/3768103950342637392/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/2009/05/leapsa.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default/3768103950342637392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default/3768103950342637392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/2009/05/leapsa.html' title='Leapsa^^'/><author><name>adeLovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143691644338779708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/ScqW5e90rDI/AAAAAAAAACY/stkO6jFXE8M/S220/DSC03682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3290350709723337327.post-3469498975402865870</id><published>2009-05-04T16:02:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T18:58:04.553+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Greva?? Din nou?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/Sf7sSNuKfjI/AAAAAAAAAII/9irsev3sFZ4/s1600-h/9611235776992__greva-avertisment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/Sf7sSNuKfjI/AAAAAAAAAII/9irsev3sFZ4/s400/9611235776992__greva-avertisment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331958806518332978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Ei .. ca sa fiu si eu in asa zisul trend, o sa scriu despre aceasta minunata (cu ghilimelele de rigoare) greva pe care o face toata lumea in ajun de tezele noastre cu subiect unic.&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DE CE TREBUIE EI SA SE BAGE PESTE NOI?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DE CE SUNT UNII OAMENI ATAT DE PROSTI INCAT NU AU ALTA TREABA DECAT SA NE TERORIZEZE PE NOI?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DE CE NU SE REZOLVA CEVA MAI REPEDE?&lt;/span&gt; (uite, intrebarea asta chiar are raspuns: pentru ca traim in Romania, tara unde pe multi ii doare-n cur de ce-o sa se intample cu viitorul nostru)&lt;br /&gt;4)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DE CE EI CRED CA POT SA FACA ORICE DIN NOI?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DE CE NU AVEM DREPTUL DE A NE AFIRMA? CA PANA LA URMA ESTE DREPTUL NOSTRU SA STIM CE SE INTAMPLA CU NOI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) nu stiu daca mai are rost sa continui avand in vedere ca pe de-oparte scriu si pe de-alta ascult la Realitatea daca se face greva sau nu.&lt;br /&gt;Cand hotarasc, cand se razgandesc. Si totusi, trebuie sa invatam. Macar in ultimele 24h sa fim pregatiti ca nu se stie ce-o sa fie..&lt;br /&gt;(scuzati postul cam mic dar asta este situatia: e criza -sa facem economie la litere si la cuvinte si mai ales e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GREVA!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: am nevoie de opiniile voastre asa ca nu va sfiiti sa va spuneti parerea verde-n fata:)! Multumesc anticipat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Later Edit*&lt;br /&gt;S-au scos cartile pe fata. Teza de maine va fi amanata pentru data de 7 Mai anul curent iar celelalte teze se vor desfasura conform programei initiale.&lt;br /&gt;Macar s-au decis .. Ma asteptam sa nu ia nicio hotarare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3290350709723337327-3469498975402865870?l=adelovey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/feeds/3469498975402865870/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/2009/05/greva-din-nou.html#comment-form' title='9 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default/3469498975402865870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default/3469498975402865870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/2009/05/greva-din-nou.html' title='Greva?? Din nou?!'/><author><name>adeLovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143691644338779708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/ScqW5e90rDI/AAAAAAAAACY/stkO6jFXE8M/S220/DSC03682.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/Sf7sSNuKfjI/AAAAAAAAAII/9irsev3sFZ4/s72-c/9611235776992__greva-avertisment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3290350709723337327.post-2361791475103287999</id><published>2009-04-16T13:19:00.011+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:04:35.164+03:00</updated><title type='text'>O sa ma mai sune vreodata?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/SedChLmVCvI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6WW51kSSHx0/s1600-h/telephone_by_takexitxaway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/SedChLmVCvI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6WW51kSSHx0/s400/telephone_by_takexitxaway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325298222205569778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why call me? To tempt me again? Did not adjust to what you did last summer? Look easy? Is that there is nothing easy in this world. Not even to forgetting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; you .. And I know that never-but never- I will ask you for forgiveness. It's the last thing that you do? At least for me .. At least for us .. What was the last thing that you have done for me? There was even a thing, a gesture, a gesture, attention, an olive or something? Of course not .. but you continue to lie. I don't lie and that I dislike. I wouldn't try to make an exception just because I love you. I wouldn't try this for anyone, whether you hate or love the can not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And now - the last question: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you call me again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Multumiri deviantArt pentru poza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3290350709723337327-2361791475103287999?l=adelovey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/feeds/2361791475103287999/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-sa-ma-mai-sune-vreodata.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default/2361791475103287999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default/2361791475103287999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-sa-ma-mai-sune-vreodata.html' title='O sa ma mai sune vreodata?'/><author><name>adeLovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143691644338779708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/ScqW5e90rDI/AAAAAAAAACY/stkO6jFXE8M/S220/DSC03682.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/SedChLmVCvI/AAAAAAAAAHo/6WW51kSSHx0/s72-c/telephone_by_takexitxaway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3290350709723337327.post-4789489391383899904</id><published>2009-04-13T14:33:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:12:36.430+03:00</updated><title type='text'>ComeBack!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;ComeBaaaaack!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hellou *hugz*. E prima postare de cand m-am întors de la Tusnad. Am "naufragiat" acolo aproximativ 4 zile si mi s-a părut extraordinar. Linişte. Aer. Nimeni care sa te piseze la cap. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Freedom&lt;/span&gt; *heart*. Si iata si cateva poze:).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/SeOAXCnt5KI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/3p-tRXGBUbk/s1600-h/DSC00806.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/_5IRwM_yLYMk/SeOAXCnt5KI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/3p-tRXGBUbk/s320/DSC00806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324240317810861218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/SeOAW3X_MQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Z6251xmobD4/s1600-h/Like+open+doors+.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/SeOAW3X_MQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Z6251xmobD4/s320/Like+open+doors+.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324240314792096002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/SeOAWkvClSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/2RLpjCraFVc/s1600-h/fLoWeR.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/SeOAWkvClSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/2RLpjCraFVc/s320/fLoWeR.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324240309788513570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/SeOAWXScjaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lYX6ARTOGn0/s1600-h/A+place+where+we+go.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/_5IRwM_yLYMk/SeOAWXScjaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/lYX6ARTOGn0/s320/A+place+where+we+go.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324240306178919842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/SeNMfnhofBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qt_uAhKjmts/s1600-h/DSC00765.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3290350709723337327-4789489391383899904?l=adelovey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/feeds/4789489391383899904/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/2009/04/comeback.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default/4789489391383899904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default/4789489391383899904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/2009/04/comeback.html' title='ComeBack!'/><author><name>adeLovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143691644338779708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/ScqW5e90rDI/AAAAAAAAACY/stkO6jFXE8M/S220/DSC03682.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/SeOAXCnt5KI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/3p-tRXGBUbk/s72-c/DSC00806.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3290350709723337327.post-8527047133306942054</id><published>2009-04-08T17:40:00.010+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T18:29:34.102+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cum sună ... ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/SeNaUXgufMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/SHy3FfKMXSw/s1600-h/music_panels__compiled_by_smashmethod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/SeNaUXgufMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/SHy3FfKMXSw/s400/music_panels__compiled_by_smashmethod.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324198490437221570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ee .. Musica!&lt;/span&gt;" spune Ramona Bădescu, personajul mai scandalagiu &lt;scandalagiu&gt; din Mondenii interpretat de Andreea Gramosteanu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; stau acasă: ascult &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;muzică&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; ies din casă: aud &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;muzică&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; în maşină: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;muzică&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; la semafor: aud &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;muzică&lt;/span&gt; din maşinile altora. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; salut prietenii pe stradă: ei cu căştile în urechi ascultînd (ghici?) &lt;ghici?&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;muzică&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/ghici?&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; la discotecă: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;muzică&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;house-house-house.nu mai="" vreeau=""&gt; &lt;/house-house-house.nu&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; la biserică: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;muzică&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;alta t="" cea="" pe="" care="" o="" majoritatea="" iei="" ne=""&gt;&lt;/alta&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; la TV &amp;amp; radio: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;muzică&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;la şcoală: telefoaneleee neamuleee. Când pauza/bateria teleofnului se sfârşeşte, copiii şi adolescenţii devin posomoraţi şi nu mai dau randament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;   Încep să cred că toată lumea trăieşte pentru a le bâzâi ceva în ureche tot timpul. Nu zic nu, şi eu sunt dependentă de muzică -cânt în duş, sub duş, lângă duş; fredonez la ore, în pauze, acasă, înainte să adorm; compun când mă cuprinde excesul de zel. Pot spune că trăiesc doar pentru muzică.&lt;br /&gt;O chestie iubesc, şi voi iubii mereu. It’s called music. Ştiu doar că mă relaxează când am nevoie, că mă face să zâmbesc când n-am de ce, că mă motivează să fac anumite lucruri în viaţă de zi cu zi, şi că mă influenţează când trebuie să iau anumite decizii legate de îmbrăcăminte, prieteni, şi felul de a-mi trăii viaţa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/scandalagiu&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3290350709723337327-8527047133306942054?l=adelovey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/feeds/8527047133306942054/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/2009/04/cum-suna.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default/8527047133306942054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default/8527047133306942054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/2009/04/cum-suna.html' title='Cum sună ... ?'/><author><name>adeLovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143691644338779708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/ScqW5e90rDI/AAAAAAAAACY/stkO6jFXE8M/S220/DSC03682.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/SeNaUXgufMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/SHy3FfKMXSw/s72-c/music_panels__compiled_by_smashmethod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3290350709723337327.post-6612464554590946415</id><published>2009-04-04T17:11:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T17:11:20.514+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally ... </title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIzODg1Nzc3ODM2NCZwdD*xMjM4ODU3ODcwODc1JnA9MzA*ODgxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*mbz*wMjQwZGU5Y2ZmODA*YTU1ODgzZTRhYTVjZDRkZDI1Yg==.gif" /&gt;&lt;object align="middle" id="thesims3Widget" height="300" width="400" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,0,0" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowScriptAccess"/&gt;&lt;param value="false" name="allowFullScreen"/&gt;&lt;param value="http://thesims3.ea.com/flash/countdowntimer/sims3_en.swf?gid=Amazon" name="movie"/&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality"/&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode"/&gt;&lt;param value="#ffffff" name="bgcolor"/&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="false" allowScriptAccess="always" align="middle" name="thesims3Widget" height="300" width="400" bgcolor="#ffffff" wmode="transparent" quality="high" src="http://thesims3.ea.com/flash/countdowntimer/sims3_en.swf?gid=Amazon"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3290350709723337327-6612464554590946415?l=adelovey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/feeds/6612464554590946415/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default/6612464554590946415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default/6612464554590946415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally.html' title='Finally ... '/><author><name>adeLovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143691644338779708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/ScqW5e90rDI/AAAAAAAAACY/stkO6jFXE8M/S220/DSC03682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3290350709723337327.post-2979115895988168247</id><published>2009-03-26T17:09:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T18:15:43.781+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rutina noastră cea de toate zilele .. (nu ne-o mai da nouă)</title><content type='html'>Ca oricare alt om care-si termina programul la ora 16:00, asa si elevii claselor a opta îşi termina programul la ora 14:00. Mi-am adus -întâmplător- aminte ca astăzi apare revista Cool Girl pe care obisnuiesc s-o citesc si s-o colectionez totodată de la începutul anului trecut.&lt;br /&gt;Am deschis-o la mijloc pentru a vedea "surpriza" (posterul). Dezamăgire! Pe faţă erau doi puşti emo .. pe lateral fiind scris Emo Love şi pe partea cealaltă cu Bill de la Tokio Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;Dezamăgirea a trecut repede când am deschis la pagina 6 şi mi-a atras atenţia rubrica &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;IN&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;OUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. E &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;IN&lt;/span&gt; să participi la vernisaje. Chiar am fost la unul acum câteva zile, vernisaj foto al unei prietene de familie. Deci =&gt; că sunt &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;IN&lt;/span&gt; :)). E &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;OUT&lt;/span&gt; să fii dezordonată. Asta nu mai ţine de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;IN&lt;/span&gt; sau de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;OUT&lt;/span&gt; sau de cum bate vântul. E &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;civilizaţie&lt;/span&gt;:d.&lt;br /&gt;Am ajuns şi la &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Make-Up&lt;/span&gt; :x; rubrica mea favorită. Având în vedere că port ochelari, trebuie să fiu atentă ce machiaj îmi aleg astfel încât să se vadă un pic de după ochelari:d. Romantic sau Gothic? Amândouă-mi plac la nebunie şi cred că am să le încerc pe amândouă dar nu acum:d. Sper să se ivească o ocazie mai specială cât mai repede cu putinţă că să le pot încerca pe amândouă:).&lt;br /&gt;Look what I've found! "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Învaţă&lt;/span&gt; să spui &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Câteodată .. mi-ar folosi şi mie să spun NU şi câteodată chiar mă simt luată drept fraieră .. dar nu am ce face .. sau poate am. Am citit rubrica pe sărite şi mai-mai că m-am regăsit în ea:d.&lt;br /&gt; Testeee!! Uraaaaaaaaaa!! Ceva ce mă va binedispune :d. Primul test, prima reacţie : "WHAT?!". Numele testului este: În ce film joci în capul lui? .. Okay .. pot să-mi imaginez fără să mă uit la răspunsuri .. Romantic, Horror şi [ahem] +18:)).&lt;br /&gt;WOW! Aporape că m-am potrivit cu ei. La prima şi la ultima, evident:)). În locul celor Horror au pus "Protagonista unui film de Oscar" :)). -după 10 minute- Mi-a ieşit ultima:)).Nici nu ştiu de ce. Adică ar fi trebuit să iasă altceva. Ce tâmpenie:)). NEXT -&gt; Ce fel de mireasă vei fi? Răspuns: Romantică. Şi aici a ieşit cam stupid ..&lt;br /&gt;Trecem peste Gay PPL şi peste cum a fost înjunghiată Sorina de 19 ani .. şi ajungem la ceva mai vesel. Nu că nu m-ar atrage să citesc dramele altora dar pur şi simplu .. nu prea mă pasionează asta acum. Nu m-a pasionat niciodată. Dacă aş şti că acea persoană există, aş sta şi aş ascultă-o cu mare plăcere .. poate fi o scriitoare foarte bună care-şi imaginează totul ca pe cea mai mare dramă ever.&lt;br /&gt;Movie News:x. Primul şi cel mai important: Confessions of a Shopaholic. Trebuie să-l văd:)). Şi cam atât:)). La cărţi nu mă uit că am în plan să citesc altceva ..&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac^^. Mă cert cu iubitul. Care iubit:))? Bine că stau foarte bine cu banii pe luna asta. Deci e rost de shopping^^.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3290350709723337327-2979115895988168247?l=adelovey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/feeds/2979115895988168247/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/2009/03/rutina-noastra-cea-de-toate-zilele-nu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default/2979115895988168247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default/2979115895988168247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/2009/03/rutina-noastra-cea-de-toate-zilele-nu.html' title='Rutina noastră cea de toate zilele .. 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Pune playerul pe shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. Apasă "inainte" pentru fiecare întrebare.&lt;br /&gt;3. Foloseşte titlul melodiei ca răspuns la întrebare, chiar dacă nu are sens. Nu trişa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How are you feeling today? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin Timberlake - Senorita {&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sunt o seniorita deci .. :))&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Will you get far in life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariah Carey - Heartbraker {&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meserie de viitor:))&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. How do your friend see you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayria - Rain {&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bocesc eu prea mult şi-o inund pe Danaa^^:-S?&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Will you get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blaxy Girls - Poate nu crezi în tine {&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;looooool=))&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. What's your best friend theme?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nimeni Altu Feat. Ombladon &amp;amp; Dj FaiboX  - Vremuri Grele {&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cu siguranţă NU&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. What is the story of your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paramore - That's What You Get {&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bwăă .. ce se potriveşte:|&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. What was high school like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly Clarkson - Don't waste your time {&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lol=))&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. How can you get ahead in life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilary Duff - Girl Can Rock {&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:))&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. What is the thing about your friends? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danity Kane - Ooh la la la {&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cam multe de spus dar merge şi asta:))&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. What is the store for this weekend? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Gaga - Paparazzi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. What song describes you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciara - Ooh Baby {&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nu e asta:))&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. What song would describe your grandparents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilary Duff - With Love {&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lool;))&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. How is your life going? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ombladon &amp;amp; Cheloo - Fără pic de regie {&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;asta chiar că merge:)&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. What song will they play at your funeral? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coldplay - Viva La Vida {&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;=))mai ceva decât asta nu se putea&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. How does the world see you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blaxy Girls - Da {&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nonsense&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Will you have a happy life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayria - My Poison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Do people secretly lust after you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modjo - Lady {&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;=)))))&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. How can I make myself happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce - If I Were A Boy {&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;;))&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. What should you do with your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.U.G. Mafia ft. Cătălină - Viaţa-i doar un drum spre moarte {&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;asta aşa ca de încheiere:))&lt;/span&gt;}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3290350709723337327-7933832108819222111?l=adelovey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/feeds/7933832108819222111/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/2009/03/mi-am-permis-sa-ma-servesc-cu-o-leapsa.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default/7933832108819222111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default/7933832108819222111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/2009/03/mi-am-permis-sa-ma-servesc-cu-o-leapsa.html' title='Leapşaa^^'/><author><name>adeLovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143691644338779708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/ScqW5e90rDI/AAAAAAAAACY/stkO6jFXE8M/S220/DSC03682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3290350709723337327.post-5050856244558407993</id><published>2009-03-18T21:12:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:27:20.961+02:00</updated><title type='text'>a NEW beginning</title><content type='html'>Aş putea spune că e un coşmar, dar aş minţi extrem de mult. În fond şi la urma urmei, nici nu e foarte incomod.&lt;br /&gt;Nu-i aşa că vorbesc ca proasta aici fără să ştii măcar care e subiectul? În mod evident, răspunsul e afirmativ. Este vorba despre o zi (defapt seară) în care am să-mi scriu prima impresie despre aparatul dentar pe care efectiv îl am acum în gură.&lt;br /&gt;(Continui ideea de mai sus): Şi plus de astea, arată şi bine:d. Nu că vreau să fac reclamă, dar chiar aş putea spune că nu mă va împiedica să mănînc sau să pot să râd alături de ceilalţi. Am învăţat din alte experienţe (exemplu: ochelarii:d) că nu trebuie să te închizi în cameră şi să plângi mult şi bine sperând că o să te trezeşti şi o să zici: "was just a simple dream". Nici gând! Eu am încredere că după un an o să pot să zâmbesc fără probleme şi exact cum mi-a zis şi doamna dirigintă: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;o să dai băieţii pe spate.ascultă-mă pe mine&lt;/span&gt;". Poate are dreptate. În fond şi la urma urmei (mi-am format un tic verbal cu ăsta)nu mi-e ruşine cu faptul că port ochelari sau că am nişte sârme-n gură. Ştiu doar că ele mă ajută şi că într-o bună zis o să zic: "goodbye" ..&lt;br /&gt;E scurt, dar concis:d.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3290350709723337327-5050856244558407993?l=adelovey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/feeds/5050856244558407993/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/2009/03/as-putea-spune-ca-e-un-cosmar-dar-as.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default/5050856244558407993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default/5050856244558407993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/2009/03/as-putea-spune-ca-e-un-cosmar-dar-as.html' title='a NEW beginning'/><author><name>adeLovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143691644338779708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/ScqW5e90rDI/AAAAAAAAACY/stkO6jFXE8M/S220/DSC03682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3290350709723337327.post-6763146923866362704</id><published>2009-03-14T19:11:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T20:41:27.335+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Zodiac ireventios {© Danaa^^}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; As Danaa^^ said .. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cere şi ţi se va da :p&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm .. ia să vedem ce scrie la &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Balanţa&lt;/span&gt; :p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;BALANŢA&lt;/span&gt; (23 septembrie- 22 octombrie)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Simbol&lt;/span&gt;: un cântar. Veşnic dezechilibrat, cu talgerele înclinate întotdeauna în favoarea Balanţei. Ceea ce dă o nehotărâre cronică, inclusiv în ceea ce priveşte sexualitatea. Încercarea de a echilibra trei relaţii secrete şi alte câteva aventuri în timp ce plănuieşte nunta anului îi asigură nativului titlul de necontestat de amant duplicitar al secolului&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Element&lt;/span&gt;: aer. Aerul balanţei îţi bâzâie non stop în urechi. Ideea lor de discuţie raţională este că ei vorbesc şi tu asculţi păstrându-ţi raţiunea. Pentru că într-o ureche o să îţi susure apropouri fierbinţi şi în cealaltă o înşiruire a tuturor defectelor pe care le-ai avut vreodată sau nu&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Calitate&lt;/span&gt;: cardinal. Adică conducător. Campion absolut în vorbitul pe la spate, umilirea celorlalţi şi fufa perfectă. De asemenea, expertul zodiacului când vine vorba de stricat casele altora&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Guvernator&lt;/span&gt;: Venus. Zeiţa chirurgiei plastice şi a tavanelor cu oglinzi. Zeiţa capriciilor&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Activitate preferată&lt;/span&gt;: ranjitul&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Carte preferată&lt;/span&gt;: "Cum să te căsătoreşti (şi) cu propria-ţi persoană"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Model în viaţă&lt;/span&gt;: Barbie/Ken&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Idol romantic&lt;/span&gt;: Anna Nicole Smith&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Slujbă ideală&lt;/span&gt;: avocatul diavolului&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Prima întâlnire ideală&lt;/span&gt;: în oraş apare un individ imposibil de frumos şi dezgustător de bogat într-o limuzină cu şofer. Mulţimea se dă la o parte din calea lui. Ajunge în faţa Balanţei şi îi o cere în căsătorie pe loc, cu promisiunea unei vieţi luxoase şi lipsită de nevoia de a mai lua vreo decizie vreodată&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Frază cheie&lt;/span&gt;: "pe de altă parte..."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Frază de agăţat&lt;/span&gt;: "Crezi că mi se potriveşte culoarea asta?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Parte a corpului&lt;/span&gt;: rinichii. Plini de nisip şi pietre de la dinţii pe care şi-i scrâşnesc noaptea că să compenseze surâsul fals pe care îl afişează toată ziua&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Zonă erogenă&lt;/span&gt;: fundul. Stau pe el în timp ce tu faci toată treaba&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ciudăţenie sexuală&lt;/span&gt;: orice poziţie e ok, atâta vreme cât pot să vadă o oglindă.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Stil romantic&lt;/span&gt;: întortocheat&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; - vânători de avere, nehotărâţi, lipsiţi de orice fel de autocritica, cu personalitatea unei frunze în vânt&lt;br /&gt; - văd dezacordul că pe un afront personal (o să se încrunte dacă schimbi postul de radio). Dacă te cerţi cu ei, o să ai de înfruntat o tornadă de furie. Dacă le demonstrezi că au greşit, o să fie de acord pe faţă, dar o să te urască în secret pentru asta&lt;br /&gt; - pentru o Balanţă, pacea şi armonia înseamnă să fii de acord perfect cu filosofia lor de moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; EA&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; - cea mai populară dintre femeile zodiacului. E de obicei foarte atrăgătoare. Atentă, inteligentă, crede în egalitate. Caută armonia şi o relaţie profundă. Este caldă, senzuală şi feminină&lt;br /&gt; DAR&lt;br /&gt; - e vanitoasă, geloasă şi îndrăgostită de oglindă&lt;br /&gt; - adoră excesele. Combate depresia prin terapie de cumpărături&lt;br /&gt; - foarte rar cântăreşte aspectele unei probleme dacă nu priveşte vanitatea ei personală. Nu e proastă, dar gândirea raţională, aşa cum o înţelege restul lumii, nu are de a face cu ea. Este cea mai probabilă candidată pentru multe operaţii estetice&lt;br /&gt; - nu excelează la luarea deciziilor, adică nu e în stare să ia vreo decizie, la fel ca şi corespondentul ei masculin.&lt;br /&gt; - Are o structură emoţională şi un simţ estetic extrem de ciudate. E fie o extremă, fie cealaltă. O să îţi critice gusturile în aceste domenii, chiar dacă e ceva gen ï¿½rade ciob de oală spartaï¿½&lt;br /&gt; - ï¿½noiï¿½ e cuvântul e preferat într-o relaţie. Se mişcă cu viteze supersonice când vine vorba de relaţii. Dă-i un deget şi îţi ia toată mână. În final, o să îţi facă un set de reguli după care să trăieşti, reguli care privesc toate aspectele vieţii. E că un fel de plantă parazită care se întinde şi sufocă tot&lt;br /&gt; - O să rămână în viaţă ta mult timp după ce v-aţi despărţit. Nu pentru că te vrea înapoi, ci pentru ca să se asigure că suferi fără ea. O să îţi păstreze numărul pentru o eventuală aventură. Nu, nu are nimic de a face cu tine, ci cu ea&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Cum îl depistezi: individul cu şarm tineresc, foarte bine îmbrăcat cu freză perfect aranjată şi o expresie absentă e sigur o Balanţă&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Unde îl găseşti: la intersecţii, lângă automatele cu mai multe feluri de cafea, în juriul unui concurs de Miss Univers, pe scurt, oriunde trebuie luate hotărâri neimportante.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Cum îl intrigi: dacă pari un manechin care tocmai a terminat o şedinţa foto pentru un catalog de modă. Dacă pari fără griji şi fără prea multe în cap. Dacă pari tânără  cu  foarte dezvoltaţi. După   cu foarte  răbdare   o mişcare&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  : de obicei e foarte mişto. O    într-un loc frumos (pe care  alegi ), unde o  beţi un pahar de vin (pe care  alegi tot ), o  faceţi conversaţie (despre ce vrei ). O  plătească el (pentru  i-a văzut pe alţii). De ce vrei  strici totul întrebându-l  o   sune mâine??&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Când  o faci:  ,  nu pierzi nimic.  vreun an  doi  se hotărăşte  vrea      nu. Oricum o  fie decizia ,  la   deci  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Când  pui întrebarea: când vrei  termini relaţia&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    :   -a găsit pe altcineva, pentru  nu e  stare  ia hotărâri de  lui.     recucereşti, o   bagi  . Indiferent    , o  insiste   l- forţat  o .&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;     verde: o  fie  cu altcineva, chiar  e fericit  nu,   se fi uscat  pe scrisoarea de despărţire/  fi venit confirmarea de primire a sms-ului.   vine     de nervi, aminteşte-   ar    iei  serios&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Cum  descurci cu o &lt;br /&gt; - au nevoie de armonie&lt;br /&gt; - le atragi atenţia   porţi frumos  civilizat&lt;br /&gt; - -le complimente  se  bine&lt;br /&gt; - nu    ia decizii rapide&lt;br /&gt; - iau foc  le spui  nu se potrivesc horoscoapele din Libertatea  Curierul &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Cum te descurci cu o Balanţă&lt;br /&gt; - au nevoie de armonie&lt;br /&gt; - le atragi atenţia dacă te porţi frumos şi civilizat&lt;br /&gt; - fă-le complimente să se simtă bine&lt;br /&gt; - nu îi forţa să ia decizii rapide&lt;br /&gt; - iau foc dacă le spui că nu se potrivesc horoscoapele din Libertatea şi Curierul Naţional&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Cum se înţeleg cu alţii:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; Pariază pe: Gemeni, Vărsător, Leu, Berbec &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Doar prieteni: Balanţă, Săgetător &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Trage-ţi un glonţ în cap acum: Taur, Rac, Capricorn, Scorpion &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Oaia neagră: Fecioară, Peşti &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"To do the useful thing, to say the courageous thing, to contemplate the beautiful thing: that is enough for one man's life." - T.S. Eliot, Libra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3290350709723337327-6763146923866362704?l=adelovey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/feeds/6763146923866362704/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/2009/03/zodiac-ireventios-danaa.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default/6763146923866362704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default/6763146923866362704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/2009/03/zodiac-ireventios-danaa.html' title='Zodiac ireventios {© Danaa^^}'/><author><name>adeLovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143691644338779708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/ScqW5e90rDI/AAAAAAAAACY/stkO6jFXE8M/S220/DSC03682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3290350709723337327.post-5441031165200154045</id><published>2009-03-09T20:18:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T19:52:58.978+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsessed . . .</title><content type='html'>I'm obsessed with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;a boy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the songs I have in the playlist on the blog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my gray mélange sweater.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;messages I have with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dana&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;full moons (like tonight).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pinks sunrise with the sun from the seaside.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;English language exam.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my bracelet with purple balls.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my calendar with the coolest guys.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; poster.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;conversation on the messenger (the unending ones).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my sun glasses.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;coming summer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;results from national exams.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Milka&lt;/span&gt; chocolate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CooL Girl&lt;/span&gt; magazines.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fashion.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm obsessed by the way I look(a little bit, but I am. Who wouldn't be?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3290350709723337327-5441031165200154045?l=adelovey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/feeds/5441031165200154045/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/2009/03/obsessed.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default/5441031165200154045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default/5441031165200154045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/2009/03/obsessed.html' title='Obsessed . . .'/><author><name>adeLovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143691644338779708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/ScqW5e90rDI/AAAAAAAAACY/stkO6jFXE8M/S220/DSC03682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3290350709723337327.post-5098773683841928656</id><published>2009-03-09T15:45:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T16:32:06.995+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prietenie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NU avem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prieteni'/><title type='text'>It`s About FRIENDS</title><content type='html'>"Kids, today we learn a new lesson called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt; Cam aşa aş începe să-i spun eu verişorului meu care este foarte mic şi încă nu ştie cum stă treabă cu prietenii sau cu prieteniile adevărate. Dar încep să scriu:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;: Never ask for anything to eat or drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;BEST FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;: Helps themselves and are the reason why you have no food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;: Call your parents by Mr. and Mrs. and Grandpa, by Grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;BEST FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;: Call your parents DAD and MOM and Grandpa, GRAMPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;: Would bail you out of jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;BEST FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;: Would be sitting next to you sayin “DAMN!” we fucked up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;: Have never seen you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;BEST FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;: Wont tell everyone else you cried…just laugh about it with you in private when your not down anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;: Asks you to write down your number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;BEST FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;: Has you on speed dial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;: Borrows your stuff for a few days then gives it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;BEST FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;: Loses your shit and tells you, “My bad…here’s a tissue.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;: Only know a few things about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;BEST FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;: Could write a very embarrassing biography on your life story…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;BEST FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;: Will kick the whole crowds ass that left you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;: Would knock on your front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;BEST FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;: Walk right in and say “I’M HOME.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;: You have to tell them not to tell anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;BEST FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;: Already know not to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;: Are only through highschool/college. (aka: drinking buddies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;BEST FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;: Are for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;: Will be there to take your drink away from you when they think you’ve had enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;BEST FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;: Will look at you stumbling all over the place &amp;amp; say “Bitch drink the rest of that ! You know we don’t waste!&lt;/blockquote&gt; Dar ceva mai simplu. Definiţia mea:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRIEND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; = cineva cu care poţi să vorbeşti ore întregi la telefon, cineva căruia poţi să-i spui ce simţi (oricând, oriunde, oricum), cineva care te ascultă mereu şi-ţi zice când ceva nu merge bine (chiar dacă asta o să doară), cineva care până la urmă te iubeşte aşa cum eşti şi nu-ţi zice niciodată  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCHIMBĂ-TE DACĂ MAI VREI SĂ FIM PRIETENE&lt;/span&gt;.Nu. El/Ea  îţi zice ceea ce nu ai făcut bine şi ce trebuie să faci ca să remediezi acea minunată situaţie de căcat în care te-ai băgat singur/singură.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Şi mă bucur extrem de mult că există aceste persoane în viaţă mea:x. Adică, fără ele, nu ştiu, m-aş simţi prost; foarte prost. Nu pot să dau nume, pot să spun doar că le iubesc cât pot eu de mult şi că nu le-aş lăsa pentru absolut &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;NIMIC&lt;/span&gt; pe planetă asta oricât de în criză am fi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3290350709723337327-5098773683841928656?l=adelovey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/feeds/5098773683841928656/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-about-friends.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default/5098773683841928656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default/5098773683841928656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-about-friends.html' title='It`s About FRIENDS'/><author><name>adeLovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143691644338779708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/ScqW5e90rDI/AAAAAAAAACY/stkO6jFXE8M/S220/DSC03682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3290350709723337327.post-2016025918149601584</id><published>2009-03-08T17:26:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:19:24.357+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Please don't stop the music"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/SbPpZSlQw7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/WVs0CDEa4wE/s1600-h/pian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/SbPpZSlQw7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/WVs0CDEa4wE/s320/pian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310845006294074290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu m-am ținut ieri de promisiunea cu postările de versuri, dar le scriu acum. Mi-a luat cateva minute ca să le selectez pentru a le scrie pe minunatul meu blog;)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of being here&lt;br /&gt;Suppressed by all my childish fears&lt;br /&gt;And if you have to leave&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you would just leave&lt;br /&gt;'Cause your presence still lingers here&lt;br /&gt;And it won't leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These wounds won't seem to heal&lt;br /&gt;This pain is just too real&lt;br /&gt;There's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears&lt;br /&gt;And I held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;But you still have&lt;br /&gt;All of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to captivate me&lt;br /&gt;By your resonating light&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm bound by the life you left behind&lt;br /&gt;Your face it haunts&lt;br /&gt;My once pleasant dreams&lt;br /&gt;Your voice it chased away&lt;br /&gt;All the sanity in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These wounds won't seem to heal&lt;br /&gt;This pain is just too real&lt;br /&gt;There's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears&lt;br /&gt;And I held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;But you still have&lt;br /&gt;All of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone&lt;br /&gt;But though you're still with me&lt;br /&gt;I've been alone all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears&lt;br /&gt;And I held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;But you stïll have&lt;br /&gt;All of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Evanescence - My Immortal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a song that's inside of my soul.&lt;br /&gt;It's the one that I've tried to write over and over again&lt;br /&gt;I'm awake in the infinite cold.&lt;br /&gt;But you sing to me over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;So, I lay my head back down.&lt;br /&gt;And I lift my hands and pray&lt;br /&gt;To be only yours, I pray, to be only yours&lt;br /&gt;I know now you're my only hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing to me the song of the stars.&lt;br /&gt;Of your galaxy dancing and laughing and laughing again.&lt;br /&gt;When it feels like my dreams are so far&lt;br /&gt;Sing to me of the plans that you have for me over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;So I lay my head back down.&lt;br /&gt;And I lift my hands and pray&lt;br /&gt;To be only yours, I pray, to be only yours&lt;br /&gt;I know now, you're my only hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give you my destiny.&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving you all of me.&lt;br /&gt;I want your symphony, singing in all that I am&lt;br /&gt;At the top of my lungs, I'm giving it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;So I lay my head back down.&lt;br /&gt;And I lift my hands and pray&lt;br /&gt;To be only yours, I pray, to be only yours&lt;br /&gt;I pray, to be only yours&lt;br /&gt;I know now you're my only hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm, hmmmmm, oooooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Mandy Moore - Only Hope)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Și ele sunt cele 2 cântece care-mi aduc &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;acum&lt;/span&gt; o stare de liniște și de echilibru în viață. Mai sunt și altele .. Maybe another time ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3290350709723337327-2016025918149601584?l=adelovey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/feeds/2016025918149601584/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/2009/03/please-dont-stop-music.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default/2016025918149601584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default/2016025918149601584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/2009/03/please-dont-stop-music.html' title='&quot;Please don&apos;t stop the music&quot;'/><author><name>adeLovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143691644338779708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/ScqW5e90rDI/AAAAAAAAACY/stkO6jFXE8M/S220/DSC03682.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/SbPpZSlQw7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/WVs0CDEa4wE/s72-c/pian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3290350709723337327.post-6335051101425032063</id><published>2009-03-08T10:07:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T10:40:38.742+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>8th March</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/SbOAHxl1sAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/cFAoD75ZLLY/s1600-h/Imagine008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/SbOAHxl1sAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/cFAoD75ZLLY/s320/Imagine008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310729256659431426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday to all the women in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  Am primit flori \:d/. Da. Deşi nu sunt femeie, am primit flori:d. Simt că fac parte din societatea feminină:)).&lt;br /&gt;Şi-acum îmi vine-n minte o melodie:)) *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm a bitch, I'm a lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm a child, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;I'm a mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm a sinner, I'm a saint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I do not feel ashamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm your hell, I'm your dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm nothing in between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You know you wouldn't want it any other way&lt;/span&gt;" (Meredith Brooks - Bitch)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Şi eu care credeam că melodia asta o cântă Pink acum câţiva ani:)). Seamănă foarte bine la voce cu Pink. De aici şi confuzia. Dar melodia e pe gustul meu:d. Acum, lăsând la o parte gusturile, chiar trebuie să plec, estem invitaţi la grătar. Aah femeile astea cum ar zice văr-meu:)). See ya &gt;:D&lt;!-- &lt;blockquote--&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3290350709723337327-6335051101425032063?l=adelovey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/feeds/6335051101425032063/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/2009/03/8th-march.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default/6335051101425032063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default/6335051101425032063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/2009/03/8th-march.html' title='8th March'/><author><name>adeLovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143691644338779708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/ScqW5e90rDI/AAAAAAAAACY/stkO6jFXE8M/S220/DSC03682.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/SbOAHxl1sAI/AAAAAAAAAAs/cFAoD75ZLLY/s72-c/Imagine008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3290350709723337327.post-7105140948209802905</id><published>2009-03-07T08:30:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T12:59:47.580+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NU avem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dimineata'/><title type='text'>Sambata=pregatire la romana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;`Neaţa everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;   Ce dimineaţă (minunată) ploioasă. Si nu întrebaţi de ce m-am trezit asa de devreme. Pur si simplu nu mai pot dormi, deşi .. azi-noapte m-am culcat pe la 1 si un sfert:d. M-am trezit pur si simplu ca sa-mi fac tema:O? omg .. Dar e bine ca am scris-o acum cand mi-au venit niste idei :&gt;. Aseară nu aveam nicio idee si eram si prinsă în film;)).&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e somn.Mi-e lene.Mi-e sete.Mi-e foame. Am toate stările posibile la ora asta. Mă duc sa-mi fac sandwich-uri:).&lt;br /&gt;(dupa 20 de minute) Finnaly, acum ma simt mai bine 8-&gt;. Dar e fără 25:| ceea ce înseamnă ca trebuie sa mă îmbrac si sa mă duc la pregătire 8-|. Dar promit ca atunci cînd mă întorc, sa am idei mai bune de postari si poate o sa scriu si cîteva versuri:x. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ciao&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3290350709723337327-7105140948209802905?l=adelovey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/feeds/7105140948209802905/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/2009/03/sambatapregatire-la-romana.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default/7105140948209802905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default/7105140948209802905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/2009/03/sambatapregatire-la-romana.html' title='Sambata=pregatire la romana'/><author><name>adeLovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143691644338779708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/ScqW5e90rDI/AAAAAAAAACY/stkO6jFXE8M/S220/DSC03682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3290350709723337327.post-748008881793672245</id><published>2009-03-06T21:12:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T08:28:30.919+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ora 8 jumate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plicitseala'/><title type='text'>Vineri seara .. e plin de fete:))</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;   Ce faceţi? Eu mă simt fascinată de ceea ce văd aici. Deşi ..  la o primă aruncare de ochi nu ţi se pare cine ştie ce greutate ("un fleac..") dar nuu. Găseşti lucruri foarte tari aici^^.&lt;br /&gt; Nu ştiu să fac trecerea de la un subiect la altul. Omoară-mă. Nu-i aşa că ţi se pare o crimă extraodrinară şi de neiertat că nu ştiu să fac trecerea de la un subiect la altul? O să pun buline de acum încolo:p.&lt;br /&gt; Mă fascinează reclama de la Milka^^:)). Mai ales că sunt fan Milka de când mă ştiu 8-&gt;. Am şi un tricou mov cu Milka. Ţin foarte bine minte, încă nu m-a lăsat memoria, dar naiba mai ştie pe unde e:)). Guess what color :&gt; .. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt;, în mod evident.&lt;br /&gt; Abia aştept să se termine emisiunea "Vedete-n figuri" de pe Prima ca să mă pot uita la filmul care urmează imediat; film numit "Ce-şi doresc femeile" (What Women Want).&lt;br /&gt;(după 15 minute) Iată că s-a terminat şi emisiunea. Mă duc să mă uit la film:p. Good night &gt;:D&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3290350709723337327-748008881793672245?l=adelovey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/feeds/748008881793672245/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-everyone.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default/748008881793672245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default/748008881793672245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-everyone.html' title='Vineri seara .. e plin de fete:))'/><author><name>adeLovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143691644338779708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/ScqW5e90rDI/AAAAAAAAACY/stkO6jFXE8M/S220/DSC03682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3290350709723337327.post-519844281943178498</id><published>2009-03-06T16:51:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T21:12:35.477+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Entrance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;na-na-na-na-na&lt;/span&gt;! Primul post:&gt; Pfff, ce bine ma simt ca am aflat cum sta treaba.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heeeeei, am blog:))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3290350709723337327-519844281943178498?l=adelovey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/feeds/519844281943178498/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-first-entrance.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default/519844281943178498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3290350709723337327/posts/default/519844281943178498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adelovey.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-first-entrance.html' title='My First Entrance'/><author><name>adeLovey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11143691644338779708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5IRwM_yLYMk/ScqW5e90rDI/AAAAAAAAACY/stkO6jFXE8M/S220/DSC03682.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
