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mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ma uit la maini ..sunt reci, uscate si dor..ma uit laele..si parca mi-e greu sa cred ca au sters &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;atatea lacrimi..si si-au pastrat totusiculoarea..mi-e greu sa cred ca in timp ce poarta arsura trecutului mangaie cucaldura obrajii celui care-i smulge cate un zambet. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Din cand in cand..ma iau in brate…nimeni nu mapoate lua in brate ca propriile-mi maini. Ele mi-au acoperit urechile candpalme de sunete imi loveau timpanul..mi-au acoperit ochii cand destinul mi-aaratat o alta fata..si tot ele m-au tinut in brate cand cei incredintati prinnatura sa o faca…nu s-au sinchisit. Ele sunt cele care ma dau in fiecaredimineata jos din pat si ma pun fata in fata cu realitatea, sunt cele care maimbraca,sunt cele care-mi deschid usa, care-mi aseaza parul, care-mi dau demancare, sunt cele cu care intru in contact cu orice alta persoana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;N-o sa ma iubeasca nimeni, asa cum o fac ele, la fel cum nuo sa&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;ma urasca nimeni asa cum ma urascele. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nu vreau sa salvez pe nimeni…n-ar fi corect fata de mine,cum sa salvezi pe altcineva cand nu ma salvez pe mine? Dar pot trai prin altii,ei sunt cei care-mi dau tipare de fericire, frumos create sau mai incomplete. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Nu caut fericirea, ea nu se gaseste pe un raftintr-o biblioteca de fapte sau trairi. Cel mult poti sa o concepi, dar epuizeziresurse de sentimente inutil, pe tine nu ai cum sa te minti, cel mult poti sate pierzi in joc pentru cateva secunde. Nu vreau sa fiu fericita, e prea scump siobositor si cand stii si tu ca nu vine cu certificat de garantie, incepi sa fiinesigur. Traiesc prin fericirea altora, destul de naivi si nebuni sa o incerce,si incerc sa “vand” fericire altora, destul de creduli sa o accepte.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Fericicea pana la urma e un act deautosugestie, facut rational, unii reusesc in a-i creea o magie ce rezista,poate ani…altii esueaza in doar cateva secunde. Mi-am frant universul de multprea multe ori ca sa mai fac greseala de a crede-n fericirea MEA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aw-CAz_76Js/Ts6L11BavsI/AAAAAAAAAp0/W5A7oWgfHKY/s1600/3295054422_78a8b3a38a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aw-CAz_76Js/Ts6L11BavsI/AAAAAAAAAp0/W5A7oWgfHKY/s320/3295054422_78a8b3a38a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;p.s: nu ma mai ridicati de jos…de fiecare data-mi datidrumul mai tare..mi-am frant genunchii demult &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-8053380674211411785?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/8053380674211411785/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=8053380674211411785' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/8053380674211411785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/8053380674211411785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2011/11/ati-auzit-de-oameni-fericit.html' title='Ati auzit de oameni fericit?'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aw-CAz_76Js/Ts6L11BavsI/AAAAAAAAAp0/W5A7oWgfHKY/s72-c/3295054422_78a8b3a38a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-1910948837018583930</id><published>2011-11-14T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T11:55:08.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cel care...</title><content type='html'>Sunt in mine minute care se repeta. Cu o oboseala gratioasa umblu in bratele lui. Sunt acele minute in care nu mi-e frica sa privesc spre cer, sunt acele minute in care nu mi-e frica de infinitul stelelor. Il tin strans de mana, sa-i provoc durerea care sa-mi confirme existenta lui reala de langa mine. E cel care ma face sa ma simt vie, e cel pentru care am reinceput sa-mi asez firele rebele, e cel pentru care am reinceput sa-mi exersez zambetul. E cel care mi da in fiecare zi o alta definitie a fericirii. E cel care rade de mine intr-un mod naiv(cum ar fi ca nu stiu sa scrumez). E cel care mi-a aratat ca trebuie sa vezi rasaritul ca sa intelegi apusul. E cel care ma protejeaza de mine...Si tot el e cel care ma lasa sa-l privesc dormind...iar in podul palmei lui imi regasesc esenta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-1910948837018583930?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/1910948837018583930/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=1910948837018583930' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/1910948837018583930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/1910948837018583930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2011/11/cel-care.html' title='cel care...'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-5477349348393871208</id><published>2011-09-25T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T00:35:56.669-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ganduri'/><title type='text'>ongoing...</title><content type='html'>bucati de fericire ma lovesc cu putere. sunt amendata pentru orice zambet. iar mainele mele legate..vor doar sa simta podul palmei cald,am o furtuna calma-n mine ce mi aseaza sentimentele in sertare de tacere..mi am legat sufletul de un ghetar de ura. si stau...astep..intr-o zi sertarele astea or sa se uzeze, n-or sa se mai inchida la fel de bine...si incet or sa cada din ele franturi din mine...iar tu...ai sa simti in podul palmei tale ce a lovit furtuna, si cat de tare....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yHi6M9mU4QU/Tn-UjDfZ1WI/AAAAAAAAAoM/RVVhSD-w7LU/s1600/black%252Cand%252Cwhite%252Cartistic%252Ceye%252Cart%252Ccarolina%252Cmatthes%252Cfemale-cf4fac14de5c995d63f6dab71b3d9581_h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yHi6M9mU4QU/Tn-UjDfZ1WI/AAAAAAAAAoM/RVVhSD-w7LU/s200/black%252Cand%252Cwhite%252Cartistic%252Ceye%252Cart%252Ccarolina%252Cmatthes%252Cfemale-cf4fac14de5c995d63f6dab71b3d9581_h.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;atunci sa-ti amintesti ca te iubeam si&amp;nbsp; pe timp de "ploaie"...si te iubeam mai mult...ca nici nu-ti imaginai ce furtuna ascund ochii mei limpezi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-5477349348393871208?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/5477349348393871208/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=5477349348393871208' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/5477349348393871208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/5477349348393871208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2011/09/ongoing.html' title='ongoing...'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yHi6M9mU4QU/Tn-UjDfZ1WI/AAAAAAAAAoM/RVVhSD-w7LU/s72-c/black%252Cand%252Cwhite%252Cartistic%252Ceye%252Cart%252Ccarolina%252Cmatthes%252Cfemale-cf4fac14de5c995d63f6dab71b3d9581_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-2024818997035554886</id><published>2010-01-28T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T13:58:07.944-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='el/ea'/><title type='text'>el/ea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/S2IIQ1ZAg-I/AAAAAAAAAn0/xg7Q3Dbm7LI/s1600-h/black,and,white,b,w,girl,thinking,bw,lip-b332a03c6749aa63253b0fd2f2d11b6c_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 247px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431913185865139170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/S2IIQ1ZAg-I/AAAAAAAAAn0/xg7Q3Dbm7LI/s320/black,and,white,b,w,girl,thinking,bw,lip-b332a03c6749aa63253b0fd2f2d11b6c_h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; el: ti-ai uitat zambetul pe etajera.. &lt;div&gt;ea: si asa e rece afara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;el: mi-e dor sa-ti pun zambetul pe buzele alea crapate de la&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;atata "frig"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ea: nu le mai simt...nu-l mai simt...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;el: poate pentru ca e frig..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ea: poate..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;el: iar e iarna vesnica in tine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ea:ai un strugurel?... imi sangereaza buzele de la atata frig&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;el:il tin mereu pentru atunci cand ai nevoie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ea:am nevoie:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;el: de fericire &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ea: de strugurel...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;el: de zambet si de mare....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ea: e frig iar buzele imi sangereaza de la atata frig&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;el: ti-ai uitat zambetul pe etajera.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-2024818997035554886?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/2024818997035554886/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=2024818997035554886' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/2024818997035554886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/2024818997035554886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2010/01/elea.html' title='el/ea'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/S2IIQ1ZAg-I/AAAAAAAAAn0/xg7Q3Dbm7LI/s72-c/black,and,white,b,w,girl,thinking,bw,lip-b332a03c6749aa63253b0fd2f2d11b6c_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-3422899407691288009</id><published>2009-12-19T04:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T04:06:31.114-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SyzBvcBRILI/AAAAAAAAAnU/LyaSwvR0piQ/s1600-h/animals,dog,girl,love,cold,people-63bcdbcc5aa27fac2a7aa076738cefa9_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416917472539386034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SyzBvcBRILI/AAAAAAAAAnU/LyaSwvR0piQ/s320/animals,dog,girl,love,cold,people-63bcdbcc5aa27fac2a7aa076738cefa9_h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;....cu cat va cunosc mai bine.....cu atat imi iubesc mai mult cainii :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-3422899407691288009?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/3422899407691288009/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=3422899407691288009' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/3422899407691288009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/3422899407691288009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SyzBvcBRILI/AAAAAAAAAnU/LyaSwvR0piQ/s72-c/animals,dog,girl,love,cold,people-63bcdbcc5aa27fac2a7aa076738cefa9_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-2937590292711545715</id><published>2009-12-01T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T00:39:04.885-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let&apos;s call them people'/><title type='text'>oameni 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxV1suk4giI/AAAAAAAAAnE/hnfniZEYx5w/s1600/DSC05654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410359938632942114" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxV1suk4giI/AAAAAAAAAnE/hnfniZEYx5w/s200/DSC05654.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 150px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Cum sunt acei oameni prea siguri de ei? sau cum devin acei oameni prea siguri de controlul asupra altora? Devin indiferenti la ce este in jurul lor, sunt total indiferenti fata de cei pe care ii controleaza sentimantal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Conteaza sa fii acolo la momentul potrivit,conteaza sa spui cuvintele potrivite, conteaza sa faci gesturile potrivite? Da conteaza,s-ar putea sa te mire tinere dar conteaza mai mult decat poti tu constientiza, si asta fac diferenta dintre felul tau de a simti si al altora. Poti afirma ca iubesti o persoana daca n-o vezi, daca nu-i spui din cand in cand, daca nu-i arati prin mangaierea aia care doar tu stii sa o oferi cuiva, daca nu esti acolo cand are nevoie, daca nu-l faci sa se simta in largul sau langa tine? Nu, nu poti...si aici incepi sa gresesti si inevitabil sa pierzi. Poti spune ca ai atins soarele daca nu esti ars pe degete? Nu, nu poti. Sa fii prefacut sau doar ai fost doar invatat sa primesti si sa oferi ceva superficial?. Daca n-ai contribuit la fericirea mea, de ce stai langa mine si ma judeci pentru ea? De fapt tu stai prea putin ca sa vezi in ce consta fericirea mea :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;....................................................................................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Exista si oameni care stiu ce te "misca" si care nu se multumesc cu doar a sti , ci fac tot posibilul sa contribuie la zambetul tau, iar acei oameni sunt mult prea rari si cateodata poate pentru mult prea putin timp .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;Iti multumesc ca ai fost pe pod :), ca m- ai lasat pentru cateva secunde fara ganduri, ca dupa mult timp mi-ai umezit ochii de fericire :) ca m-ai strans in brate si ca ai fost singura persoana care a stiu cat de mult inseamna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-2937590292711545715?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/2937590292711545715/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=2937590292711545715' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/2937590292711545715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/2937590292711545715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2009/12/oameni-9.html' title='oameni 9'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxV1suk4giI/AAAAAAAAAnE/hnfniZEYx5w/s72-c/DSC05654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-6275291426487669757</id><published>2009-10-18T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T02:39:03.071-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentimente'/><title type='text'>"noaptea exagereaza emotiile..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/StriISqRhMI/AAAAAAAAAlM/kMJoBjeIjTI/s1600-h/girl,rain,graphic,sad,black,white,photography-8279c6f2dcc46f6a46ab0861cfb42d52_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393872135805568194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/StriISqRhMI/AAAAAAAAAlM/kMJoBjeIjTI/s320/girl,rain,graphic,sad,black,white,photography-8279c6f2dcc46f6a46ab0861cfb42d52_h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Gandurile tale, chiar si cele nefericite, sunt mai profunde atat timp cat le pastrezi pentru tine. Indata ce incerci sa le formulezi, par mai ridicole si mai necinstite decat sunt in fond.” (EL )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-6275291426487669757?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/6275291426487669757/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=6275291426487669757' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/6275291426487669757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/6275291426487669757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2009/10/noaptea-exagereaza-emotiile.html' title='&quot;noaptea exagereaza emotiile...&quot;'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/StriISqRhMI/AAAAAAAAAlM/kMJoBjeIjTI/s72-c/girl,rain,graphic,sad,black,white,photography-8279c6f2dcc46f6a46ab0861cfb42d52_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-7642463084830355250</id><published>2009-10-11T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T10:19:12.475-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='el/ea'/><title type='text'>el/ea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/StITc17-vwI/AAAAAAAAAk8/YcvuZAeFmRE/s1600-h/b,w,couple,kiss,love-a4c2f9222f3b17708feea22883c25ba0_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391393090151825154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/StITc17-vwI/AAAAAAAAAk8/YcvuZAeFmRE/s320/b,w,couple,kiss,love-a4c2f9222f3b17708feea22883c25ba0_h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ea: ...mi e dor..de.. &lt;div&gt;ea: mai bine lasa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;el:..si mie..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ea: voiam doar sa stii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;el: "doar"..ce fac eu cu "doar"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ea: numai tu stii al meu "doar"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;el: ...si mie...:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ea: incepe sa fie frig...si rece...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;el: ...iar tu credeai ca vara ta..de abia acum...incepe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ea: mai bine lasa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;el: ...eu plec...te las..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;el: cand ai sa racesti...din nou...sa mi zici... am sa vin..din nou..sa-ncerc..sa fie cald in zambet..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ea: deja...tusesc..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;el has signed out(10/11/2009 20:00 PM )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-7642463084830355250?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/7642463084830355250/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=7642463084830355250' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/7642463084830355250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/7642463084830355250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2009/10/elea.html' title='el/ea'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/StITc17-vwI/AAAAAAAAAk8/YcvuZAeFmRE/s72-c/b,w,couple,kiss,love-a4c2f9222f3b17708feea22883c25ba0_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-6441628731191388272</id><published>2009-08-18T04:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T04:20:08.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stii ce e ciudat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SoqNrlScYrI/AAAAAAAAAj8/X9XEpz4HfbI/s1600-h/DSC08464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371261285476098738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SoqNrlScYrI/AAAAAAAAAj8/X9XEpz4HfbI/s320/DSC08464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...nu-mi imaginam ca fericirea o sa ajunga sa stie si adresa mea... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-6441628731191388272?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/6441628731191388272/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=6441628731191388272' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/6441628731191388272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/6441628731191388272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2009/08/stii-ce-e-ciudat.html' title='stii ce e ciudat?'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SoqNrlScYrI/AAAAAAAAAj8/X9XEpz4HfbI/s72-c/DSC08464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-8947288204121521322</id><published>2009-07-27T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T00:39:42.289-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentimente'/><title type='text'>mersi :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sm39eqCzuHI/AAAAAAAAAjs/yAeLMbDrlqY/s1600-h/DSC03253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="200" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363221434392098930" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sm39eqCzuHI/AAAAAAAAAjs/yAeLMbDrlqY/s200/DSC03253.JPG" style="display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YCa35brreIk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YCa35brreIk&lt;/a&gt; ( for those nights when you..dream of..:) )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( Sometimes when you're young you think nothing can hurt you.It's like being invincible.Your whole life is ahead of you and you have big plans.Big plans.To find your perfect match,the one who completes you.But as you get older you realize it's not always that easy.It's not until the end of your life that you realize how the plans you made were simply plans.Because at the end when you're looking back instead of forward you want to believe you made the most of what life gave you.You want to believe you're leaving something good behind.You want it all to have mattered. :))&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/8727340762179528599-8947288204121521322?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/8947288204121521322/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=8947288204121521322' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/8947288204121521322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/8947288204121521322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2009/07/mersi.html' title='mersi :)'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sm39eqCzuHI/AAAAAAAAAjs/yAeLMbDrlqY/s72-c/DSC03253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-6819645261810705492</id><published>2009-07-15T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T09:40:58.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='el/ea'/><title type='text'>el/ea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sl4GesXqWDI/AAAAAAAAAjU/gpryeEMp0V4/s1600-h/couple,love,romance,space,tattoo,typography-dc7e09cedf61154b9fecef6bef39d4dc_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358727730993715250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sl4GesXqWDI/AAAAAAAAAjU/gpryeEMp0V4/s320/couple,love,romance,space,tattoo,typography-dc7e09cedf61154b9fecef6bef39d4dc_h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .......................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;EL: da...stiu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ea: :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El: e bine ca inca zambesti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ea: e bine ca inca mai pot disimula ;))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El: ce prosti...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ea : naivi...nu prosti..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;El: stii ca...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ea : si eu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ea : am fugit...vorbim :*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-6819645261810705492?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/6819645261810705492/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=6819645261810705492' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/6819645261810705492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/6819645261810705492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2009/07/elea.html' title='el/ea'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sl4GesXqWDI/AAAAAAAAAjU/gpryeEMp0V4/s72-c/couple,love,romance,space,tattoo,typography-dc7e09cedf61154b9fecef6bef39d4dc_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-243956427607107069</id><published>2009-07-06T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T00:39:56.001-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentimente'/><title type='text'>ai un foc?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SlH4At8SzRI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_xmk-5Lt-2Q/s1600-h/smoke,cigarette,girl,blanco,y,negro,art,face-b4fba5a096a22fe87d028da00e3b7e85_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355334123136404754" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SlH4At8SzRI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_xmk-5Lt-2Q/s320/smoke,cigarette,girl,blanco,y,negro,art,face-b4fba5a096a22fe87d028da00e3b7e85_h.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 320px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 220px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;cand inima ti e pulbere..fa o tigara...fumeaz o...si lasa fumul sa inece sentimente..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-243956427607107069?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/243956427607107069/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=243956427607107069' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/243956427607107069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/243956427607107069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2009/07/ai-un-foc.html' title='ai un foc?'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SlH4At8SzRI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_xmk-5Lt-2Q/s72-c/smoke,cigarette,girl,blanco,y,negro,art,face-b4fba5a096a22fe87d028da00e3b7e85_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-870675488369697395</id><published>2009-06-24T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T13:57:29.174-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='el/ea'/><title type='text'>el/ea (tu sau trecutul? )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SkKS27eKvMI/AAAAAAAAAi8/Y5GMOCS3IEY/s1600-h/DSC05734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351000779644386498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SkKS27eKvMI/AAAAAAAAAi8/Y5GMOCS3IEY/s200/DSC05734.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;El: cum iti mai este?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ea: buna :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;El: adica bine :)... am observat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ea: poate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;El: poate mi a fost dor de ..zambet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ea: poate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;El: poate totusi.. o sa lasi trecutul...in amintiri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;El: caci poate eu te am ..... nimic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ea: nimic?..mereu a fost nimic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ea: poate ai pierdut din cauza lui "nimic" :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;El: poate..ce mai conteaza acum..cand tu...te intorci din drum ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ea : poate..ma joc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;El: :) mereu te.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ea: ma intorc la joaca mea ...pana iti faci curaj pentru "te am iubit mereu" :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;El: sa nu te indragostesti din nou de trecut ...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ea: :) ma joc ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-870675488369697395?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/870675488369697395/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=870675488369697395' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/870675488369697395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/870675488369697395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2009/06/elea-tu-sau-trecutul.html' title='el/ea (tu sau trecutul? )'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SkKS27eKvMI/AAAAAAAAAi8/Y5GMOCS3IEY/s72-c/DSC05734.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-4403435155014607436</id><published>2009-06-03T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T00:40:11.309-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentimente'/><title type='text'>pentru ce?..si cu ce pret?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SiasWnwXN9I/AAAAAAAAAic/IHkjqeLUMy4/s1600-h/addict,art,beauty,black,and,white,bw,color-9a875170ce14b4e29dfd071d60b2c906_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343147512550602706" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SiasWnwXN9I/AAAAAAAAAic/IHkjqeLUMy4/s320/addict,art,beauty,black,and,white,bw,color-9a875170ce14b4e29dfd071d60b2c906_h.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 214px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;intr o zi o sa am puterea sa mi ridic ochii..intr o zi o sa am puterea sa mi strig ura din neputinta de a fi cum as fi visat in oglinda ciobita din baie acum cativa ani....intr o zi am sa recunosc ca s goala pe dinauntru ca un glob ce fura priviri datorita "ornamentului" exterior...intr o zi am sa va arat cum se iubeste...intr o zi cand ranile astea nu ma vor durea de fiecare data cand deschid ochii dimineata...intr o zi am sa arat cat de superficiali sunteti..intr o zi am sa iubesc..si o sa vina ziua cand..am sa va gasesc existenta la fel de inutila..pe cat mi am construit universul in jurul vostru la un moment dat in viata... si am sa ma joc si eu putin cu voi,inainte ..inainte sa vina ziua in care va las...si atunci am sa va zambesc..caci fara voi probabil as fi trait serile astea de vara linistita pe o banca cu vreun vis legat de mana celui ce mi mangaia fata.. intr o zi am sa am puterea sa va zic cat va urasc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;si tot ce mi am dorit am obtinut...dar pentru ce si cu ce pret?...si de ce..nici acum..nu ma face mai fericita...si numar zilele...caci..vor ramane doar "zilele" :) sa stii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-4403435155014607436?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/4403435155014607436/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=4403435155014607436' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/4403435155014607436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/4403435155014607436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2009/06/pentru-cesi-cu-ce-pret.html' title='pentru ce?..si cu ce pret?'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SiasWnwXN9I/AAAAAAAAAic/IHkjqeLUMy4/s72-c/addict,art,beauty,black,and,white,bw,color-9a875170ce14b4e29dfd071d60b2c906_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-2088127489955570570</id><published>2009-05-15T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T00:40:23.512-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentimente'/><title type='text'>Si cate prostii numite sentimente (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sg01CXevjjI/AAAAAAAAAh0/valHtwdXWgE/s1600-h/modif.jpg"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335979448282877490" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sg01CXevjjI/AAAAAAAAAh0/valHtwdXWgE/s200/modif.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 200px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 150px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Si PRIMUL SARUT avea sa moara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;In aceeasi zi,in aceeasi seara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Nu era nimeni pe strada sa vada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Era doar statuia din piatra moarta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Si zile au mai fost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Si seri,si saruturi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Si gust de tutun si iarba si fumuri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Aceeasi banca aceeasi masa la terasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Si drumul spre casa..o da!!..drumul spre casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Dar primul sarut se ineaca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;In seri de tacere si iarba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Si statuia se intreaba:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Unde-s copii ce de mana se leaga?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Terasa e goala si banca la fel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Si eu,si visele toate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Caci stau si ma intreb:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Daca au meritat toate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Trairi vor mai fi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Si seri neuitate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Terasele-s pline de iubiri de o noapte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Dar spune i tu statuii in soapte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: black;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Sa pastreze povestea mainilor legate&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-2088127489955570570?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/2088127489955570570/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=2088127489955570570' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/2088127489955570570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/2088127489955570570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2009/05/si-cate-prostii-numite-sentimente-1.html' title='Si cate prostii numite sentimente (1)'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sg01CXevjjI/AAAAAAAAAh0/valHtwdXWgE/s72-c/modif.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-1361209752040661018</id><published>2009-05-14T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T00:40:32.423-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='franturi din fericire'/><title type='text'>Everybody's free (to wear sunscreen)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SgxRkV985mI/AAAAAAAAAhM/dd8nqN1EA1U/s1600-h/message,poster,typography,emotion,text,visual,text-8637e4b4b016ba4b631bd628ebc07f48_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335729343341323874" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SgxRkV985mI/AAAAAAAAAhM/dd8nqN1EA1U/s320/message,poster,typography,emotion,text,visual,text-8637e4b4b016ba4b631bd628ebc07f48_h.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 320px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’97&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;than my own meandering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;experience…I will dispense this advice now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;imagine.Don’t worry about the future;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;or worry, but know that worrying is as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;mon some idle Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;Do one thing everyday that scares you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;Sing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;people who are reckless with yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;Floss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;yourself.Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;succeed in doing this, tell me how.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;Stretch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;olds I know still don’t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;Get plenty of calcium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;Enjoy your body,use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll everown..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;Dance…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;people most likely to stick with you in the future.Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;knew when you were young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;Travel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;noble and children respected their elders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;Respect your elders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;Don’t expect anyone else to support you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;Maybe you have a trust fund,maybe you have a wealthy spouse; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;but you never know when either one might run out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;look 85.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;supply it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;ugly parts and recycling it for more than&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;ït’s worth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;But trust me on the sunscreen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sTJ7AzBIJoI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sTJ7AzBIJoI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/http//www.youtube.com/watch?v=sTJ7AzBIJoI"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-1361209752040661018?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/1361209752040661018/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=1361209752040661018' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/1361209752040661018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/1361209752040661018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2009/05/everybodys-free-to-wear-sunscreen.html' title='Everybody&apos;s free (to wear sunscreen)'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SgxRkV985mI/AAAAAAAAAhM/dd8nqN1EA1U/s72-c/message,poster,typography,emotion,text,visual,text-8637e4b4b016ba4b631bd628ebc07f48_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-1805332584479482745</id><published>2009-05-13T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T00:41:32.789-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'>Un alt fel de zodiac (Gemeni)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sgp3BMGxi1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/Lrqih46eWpQ/s1600-h/composition,female-65c6bcc0c89c7ce4141e54f06e2145ae_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335207570886986578" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sgp3BMGxi1I/AAAAAAAAAhE/Lrqih46eWpQ/s200/composition,female-65c6bcc0c89c7ce4141e54f06e2145ae_h.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 133px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;FIXURI SI OBSESII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;"NU TE ENERVA"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Cum e zodia asta?&lt;br /&gt;Cei mai vioi si mai adaptabili copii ai Zodiacului, Gemenii, sunt si cei mai lipsiti de obsesii si de manii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Ce "PASARELE" are?&lt;br /&gt;Daca dragostea pentru informatie, comunicare si miscare ar putea fi catalogata drept"fixatie", atunci cam asta ar fi meteahna lor. Si inca ceva: se feresc de oamenii prosti, neindemanatici si inceti. Dar, de-aici si pana la obsesii, e cale lunga. De ce sa te consumi in incordari&lt;br /&gt;psiho-emotionale, cand pe lume sunt atatea lucruri interesante?&lt;br /&gt;Tiparele rigide nu sunt de ei. Spirite libere si democrate, li se pare absolut aberant sa le impui celorlalti gusturile sau ideile tale. Nu merge ceva? Nici o problema,se reorienteaza cat ai clipi. Bineinteles ca au si ei micile lor ciudatenii,dar, in general, nu sunt deranjante.&lt;br /&gt;Se mai supara uneori, insa le trece repede.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Cand face urat?&lt;br /&gt;Cu ei, nimic nu e batut in cuie. Atragatori ca niste fluturi si la fel de greu deprins, Gemenii deranjeaza adesea tocmai prin lipsa reperelor fixe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Activitate preferata : sa ajunga la concluzia gresita (o, daaaaa) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Carte preferata: Cum sa faci pe oricine sa fie de acord cu orice zici &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Model in viata: Diavolul tasmanian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Fraza de agatat: Ai citit vreo carte buna in ultima vreme?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Sa fii cu un Geaman este ca si cum ai fi invitat permanent la petrecerea Palarierului Nebun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;EA: spirit si inima generoasa, mereu inconjurata de prieteni. Cauta un tip original si ocupat care sa nu vrea sa o lege de maini si de picioare. Distractiva, isteata, iubitoare si vesnic curioasa. Poate sa se imparta cu succes intre responsabilitatile din familie, cariera si casa.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Cum se inteleg cu altii:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Pariaza pe: Berbec, Leu, Balanta, Varsator &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Doar prieteni: Gemeni, Sagetator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Trage-ti un glont in cap acum: Fecioara, Scorpion, Pesti, Taur, Rac &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Oaia neagra: Capricorn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-1805332584479482745?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/1805332584479482745/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=1805332584479482745' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/1805332584479482745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-6154266618151094660</id><published>2009-05-07T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T00:41:57.268-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='el/ea'/><title type='text'>el/ea..de parca n as sti cand mi e dor ..ca totu-i trecator</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SgNM7OWRLiI/AAAAAAAAAg0/CItiinapQnM/s1600-h/portrait,woman,female,sadness,smoking-0d8b15f3e15a7ae93d6bdb424dadf239_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333190964084289058" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SgNM7OWRLiI/AAAAAAAAAg0/CItiinapQnM/s320/portrait,woman,female,sadness,smoking-0d8b15f3e15a7ae93d6bdb424dadf239_h.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 213px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;El: te am zarit ieri...treceai strada&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ea: mi era dor..de semafor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;El: da..de semafor...erai cu..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ea: da..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;El :mi era dor sa ti vad podul palmei&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ea: de ce nu m ai luat de mana ?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;El: erai...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ea: de parca n ai sti ca..totu i trecator&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;El :mi era dor...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ea : ...totu i trecator..:)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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85%;"&gt;Dupa cum spuneam intr un post precedent...de 1 mai am fost la mare..Cum a fost?(tot am primit intrebarea asta)..pai sa va povestesc.Joi dimineata eram 4 si o masina...joi seara eram 3 masini si 12 oameni...joi noaptea pe la 2 jumate asteptam pe ce a de a 4 masina..pe la 3 plecam glorios 4 masini(15 oameni) spre mareeeee :D..Am avut detector de radar:))...care am aflat la intrarea in Iasi(cand veneam) ca tot drumul a fost pus invers de aia nu tipa nimic,chair daca treceam lejer pe langa "organele" de politie din diverse localitati,stateam eu azi si calculam cam cate plicuri ar trebui sa mi vina acasa in curand...hmm..lejer..3:)).Revenind,normal ca ne "jucam" tot drumul de a "ascunsa" cu masinile(adica fiecare o lua pe "drumul" cel bun,revenind pe drumul spre mare dupa vreo 2 km,10 injuraturi de la restu si tot asa).4 soferi eram..adica..4 oameni treji..si cam 2 trancaniti...4 temelie..si 4 dusi(astea erau treptele pe care le urmau in spre a deveni beat mort:)) )...normal ca si dictractia era mare("opreste sa ma p*s"/"opreste sa b****c"/"opreste sa mai luam vodka").Ajungem la bac unde am dorit sa i demonstram bacului ca noi incapem toti in linie dreapta..ce a insemnat asta?..a insemnat ca persoanele din 2 masini sa nu poata iesi din masina :)),exact acele persoane care aveau nevoie de aer:)).Continuam drumul,tot 4 masini(tineti minte numaratoarea masinilor ca e improtanta) ajungem la o benzinarie,incuiem baietii in baie,ii lasam pana la stadiu de injurat.Voiam initial sa ne luam o cafea de om,dar era 3 RON ,asa ca am luam una la toti insi(pfaii ce bun ar fi fost daca mai ajungea si la mine :)) ).Ajungem pe la 8 30 in Constanta unde intram pe niste stradute sa lasam ceva la cineva(nu stiu exact,noi doar mergeam dupa prima masina).Hopa intra noi(cele 4 masini) pe o straduta,prima intersectie "stop"..Opreste skoda(1),da prioritate /trece,opreste Polo,da prioritate/trece,opreste skoda(2,adica eu),da prioritate/trece...ce se gandeste turcu cu BMW..."eu nu opresc trec,daca astia toti s au asigurat,ce naiba,doar n o trece fix acu un tico care sa intre in mine"...hmm..incepe si BMW sa treaca..si "poc"...tico isi pliaza frumos botu masinii in timp ce BMW-ul era putin zgariat si roata unduiata.De pe la 8:30 pana pe la 2..am vizitat politia din Constanta,ne am relaxat pe strazi..Intr un sfarsit ajungem 3 masini si la destinatie(Costinesti). Ne cazam in camerele super "calduroase",de aia am dormit cu blugi,tricou,bluza,hanorac si 2 paturi.Intrase la un moment dat la mine in camera Grasu speriat si afirmand ingrozit"noi nu avem calorifer in camera" :)).Numai bine ne aducem bagajelu,hop sa ne odihnim/trezim o ora dupa care sa mergem sa ne dicstram.Pun capu pe perna..in curtea de alaturi 2 boze cat mine urlau a adi minune cu salam de cercel.Sincer va zic,am ascultat toate "bucatile" 2009 in materie de manele timp de 72 de ore..de ce?..pai au cantat incontinuu pe ploaie,frig,vant,noapte..isi permiteau aveau termopane..noi nu,normal.Nici bine n am pus capetele pe perna ca deja toti eram 'da ce facem unde mergem?"..."hai la plaja ce naiba,o fi frig aici dar pe plaja...."...pe plaja si mai frig si mai vant...Nici un om in apa,toti ca niste catei plouati pe nisipul ud..mai vedeam cate o incercare de a vreo unui "viteaz" de a intra..da nici nu i ajungea valu la.....ca si l vedeam sarind pe mal...m am jucat eu la inceput..cu piciorusele in apa..si asa toata lumea se holba"asta i nebuna,sta cu picioarele de vreo 10 minute in apa" care ce i drept avea vreo..3 grade(asta incarcat de la mine :)) )...Ce ma gandesc..ia sa fac un ban de ring..si sa pun pariu pentru cat ma bag in apa...ofertele nici nu au intarziat sa apara...incat oferta fiind atat de tentanta...a trebui sa ma balacesc nitel(de fapt sincer ma obisnuisem sa nu mi mai simt picoare,degete,incat ma rugau astia ca de obicei sa ies ) :))....da fratilor...am facut baie la mare de 1 mai la vreo 3 grade in apa,si minus 1 afara(asta pentru mine iesita din mare).Cum se uita toata plaja la mine?...hmm...n as putea sa zic..dar oricum..ce i drept am iesit victorioasa de pe plaja.."nah&amp;gt;:)..suckers,ati venit la mare doar ca sa va bata briza?"Normal primul popas..farmacia din colt:)).Escapada de 1 mai la mare a fost...tare in ciuda faptului ca a fost frig,a plouat,ne am intors 3 masini in loc de 4,nu am fost in nici o discoteca,am vazut voma cat pentru toata viata,am asculat cele mai noi "bucati" in materie de manele(si lista ar putea continua);))...Serile incepeau de fiecare data promitator gen"mo hai...unde o trantim in seara asta?..tineretului/ring"..."mo stai mai bagam un pet cu vodka sa ne incalzim si mergem"...Pet-ul se facea pet-uri ,sticla cu vodka se facea sticlele cu vodka...mai bagam un foc sa ne incalzim(:)) ) si uite asa ne prindea a doua zi.."da lasa ca deseara o trantim"...la fel acelasi itinerariu plus s a jucat poker pe chibrituri,barbut cu piese de la table,s a facut gratar din coada de porc si am cersit si mancarea altora,s au usurat pe rasadurile omului si alte lucruri dar care nu pot fi chiar toate precizate.Duminica dimineata ne am adunat toti la o cafea cu iaurt si cafea cu lamaie,am incercat sa ne amintim cele 2 zile,ne am facut bagajele si am plecat spre Iasi.Mi ar fi greu sa descriu distractia,a fost,nu asa cum ma asteptam eu(ce i drept) dar a fost.Atasez acestui psot si cateva poze:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sf9DR0V1_OI/AAAAAAAAAfU/QfCnh8Z45bw/s1600-h/DSC05111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332054457217055970" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sf9DR0V1_OI/AAAAAAAAAfU/QfCnh8Z45bw/s320/DSC05111.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 320px; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In drum spre mare,cam asa se incalzea fiecare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sf9DSHHihHI/AAAAAAAAAfc/o06Ege5M5BA/s1600-h/DSC05120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332054462257333362" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sf9DSHHihHI/AAAAAAAAAfc/o06Ege5M5BA/s320/DSC05120.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;popas(eram prima masina:)),NUMAI la popas:)) )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sf9DRRHKbJI/AAAAAAAAAfM/NmZYqYxuKJI/s1600-h/DSC05093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332054447760239762" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sf9DRRHKbJI/AAAAAAAAAfM/NmZYqYxuKJI/s320/DSC05093.JPG" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pe bac,cald,soare:)),in spate Grasu care rade de Rashad si Flo care stateau in masina,pentru ca nu puteau sa iasa,nu se vede liniuta noastra dar,era:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sf9DRRHKbJI/AAAAAAAAAfM/NmZYqYxuKJI/s1600-h/DSC05093.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sf9EdrfHL0I/AAAAAAAAAgc/z_JGyZLdol8/s1600-h/DSC05252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332055760510070594" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sf9EdrfHL0I/AAAAAAAAAgc/z_JGyZLdol8/s320/DSC05252.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 320px; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;am vorbit serios cand am zis ca am facut la gratar coada de porc:))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sf9D9cmeEtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/bY6PjjnbGUI/s1600-h/DSC05186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332055206758585042" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sf9D9cmeEtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/bY6PjjnbGUI/s320/DSC05186.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Always there:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sf9D9uxxu8I/AAAAAAAAAgU/Miw7psE372o/s1600-h/DSC05275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332055211637849026" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sf9D9uxxu8I/AAAAAAAAAgU/Miw7psE372o/s320/DSC05275.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;capul mesei,Capusha(baga apa in ea dupa atata garone),eu(scuipam seminte),Rashad("Mo da ci facimmmm mo?" a pierdut la barbut pe table,doar eram in stanga lui normal:)))grataragiul si sotia,mada(cu sticla ei de corido,din care n am apucat sa beau),Grasu(voia sa vada care castiga banii la barbut pe table ca sa se dea bine pe langa el),Flo("unde suntem?")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sf9D9ZVVIzI/AAAAAAAAAgE/Vpgn06o_Z_M/s1600-h/DSC05241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332055205881389874" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sf9D9ZVVIzI/AAAAAAAAAgE/Vpgn06o_Z_M/s320/DSC05241.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;am jucat remi pe gogosele:D(n am castigat,dar tot eu am mancat :)) )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sf9D9Lo1n3I/AAAAAAAAAf0/-aCHMzrugX0/s1600-h/DSC05214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332055202205114226" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sf9D9Lo1n3I/AAAAAAAAAf0/-aCHMzrugX0/s320/DSC05214.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rashad :"Mo da sunteti temelie mo,unde o trantim in seara asta?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sf9DSY_kQNI/AAAAAAAAAfk/5sv7YyQcjLo/s1600-h/DSC05135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332054467055730898" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sf9DSY_kQNI/AAAAAAAAAfk/5sv7YyQcjLo/s320/DSC05135.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ma desprind de...tot:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sf9DSQMr-lI/AAAAAAAAAfs/VvIce6CG6bk/s1600-h/DSC05145+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332054464694843986" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sf9DSQMr-lI/AAAAAAAAAfs/VvIce6CG6bk/s320/DSC05145+%282%29.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:Xunii inca nu ma cred ca am facut baie..iaca poza:))&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sf9EdrfHL0I/AAAAAAAAAgc/z_JGyZLdol8/s1600-h/DSC05252.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sf9Ed68bPUI/AAAAAAAAAgk/EqtYiLBSliQ/s1600-h/DSC05262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332055764659551554" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sf9Ed68bPUI/AAAAAAAAAgk/EqtYiLBSliQ/s320/DSC05262.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mda un moment in care toata lumea,manca dupa o zi jumate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sf9D9kx2kvI/AAAAAAAAAgM/pCNq8aYIFcc/s1600-h/DSC05267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332055208953811698" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sf9D9kx2kvI/AAAAAAAAAgM/pCNq8aYIFcc/s320/DSC05267.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 240px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;de la stanga la dreapta:Grasu("care urca dupa un pet?"),Grataragiu("Wai ne dati si noua niste pireu,va rugam,suntem ieseni cu totii ce naiba?" si Rashad spre mine:)) ("Mo pot sa beau 2 luni de acum,ca n am permis,deci unde o trantim ?".Rashad era omu cu intentii bune-de cele mai multe ori realizabile,era si omul care facea focul ca sa ne incalzim,si tot el vorbea singur toata noaptea despre "dihanii" si cum si ar lega el,daca o sa aiba,fata de calorifer daca ar da peste unul de al de el)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;p.s:am mancat gogosele,cristii s a facut manga(a sters pozele deci il fac de ras pe blog macar),am invatat care sunt stadiile de betie..n am avut caldura..dar..am avut parte de altfel de caldura :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sf9Ed68bPUI/AAAAAAAAAgk/EqtYiLBSliQ/s1600-h/DSC05262.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sf9D9cmeEtI/AAAAAAAAAf8/bY6PjjnbGUI/s1600-h/DSC05186.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sf9DR0V1_OI/AAAAAAAAAfU/QfCnh8Z45bw/s1600-h/DSC05111.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sf9D9kx2kvI/AAAAAAAAAgM/pCNq8aYIFcc/s1600-h/DSC05267.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-4547152984847956869?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/4547152984847956869/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=4547152984847956869' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/4547152984847956869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/4547152984847956869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2009/05/1-mai-mo.html' title='1 mai mo :))'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sf9DR0V1_OI/AAAAAAAAAfU/QfCnh8Z45bw/s72-c/DSC05111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-1784023379906619341</id><published>2009-04-27T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T00:42:41.771-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DE CE?'/><title type='text'>blog,blogging,blogger..de ce?..pentru ce?..cum?..etc</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SfWjRFS6AUI/AAAAAAAAAec/fmPSeUsLZpo/s1600-h/276_poza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329345247937429826" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SfWjRFS6AUI/AAAAAAAAAec/fmPSeUsLZpo/s200/276_poza.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 113px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Azi am avut un minunat seminar de etica(pfaii am inceput cu ceva de genu"5 lucruri care le am facut dimineata-cum zicea colega mea Filip),anyway...era vorba despre etica in jurnalism or smth .Dupa frumoasa prezentare a colegei mele Valentina,intrerupta maiestuos de nenumaratele observatii a profului de seminar,cu remarci care mai de care mai inteligente si provocatoare/atractive...finally...incepe prezentarea colegei mele Filip(o cheama si Oana,da Filip suna mai ...eihh.asa mi place ;)) ).Incepe in acelasi ton ca si colega de dinainte,frumos,linear,cu idei bine sintetizate,pe intelesul tuturor colegilor,chiar si a colegului ...cand deodata se aduce problema de blog-uri.Dupa un eye contact in care presimteam ceva care ma va face sa ma impiedic de scaunul urcat pe catedra,si pe care se afla laptop-ul celei ce tinea discursul...doreste buna mea colega(be aware,ca "buna" doar acum vei mai vedea asociat cu numele tau Filip &amp;gt;:) ) sa inceapa cu o mica introducere la intrebarea care se indrepta tinta/fulger spre mine"Stiu macar o persoana care are blog(hopa mana dreapta si ochii frumos ma identifica"dupa care vine o intrebare legat de ce postez eu,ma rog..never mind. Normal ca domnu prof si a scos interventiile din buzunar incat n am putut sa i raspund...lu' Filip.Se ajunge dupa la o discutie de ce isi face lumea blog,cui se adreseaza,ce nisa,ce public,cum sa vedem daca un blog e bun sau nu etc etc. Astfel ca am inceput eu sa ma intreb.De ce mi am facut blog? sau Ce fel de blog e al meu? sau Cine il citeste?..Pai blog mi am facut ca era in 'fashion" si ca aveam pe atunci o idee,care oricum n am putut sa o mai pun in practica,si am "abandonat " blog ul vreo 2 luni,dupa care am inceput sa scriu,ce?..pai cum zicea si Filip"cele 5 lucruri care le am facut dimineata"..intrebarea buna era "de ce?"..pai ,eram constieanta ca va fi cel putin o persoana straina care va citi blog-ul,astfel o persoana straina va sti cum poate gandi o alta persoana straina,asa cum eu citesc "n" blog uri pentru ca dupa sa mi dau seama ca parerea mea despre laptele cu cereale de dimineata nu mai e la fel de tare ca inghetata cu cereale de dimineata a unui strain,by the way...try it..=p~..poate scriu pentru ca ma amuz cand citesc intamplari "tampite" pe blog uri ,care de care mai haioase..si consider ca intamplarea mea cu cainele de dimineata e mai tare si mai amuzanta(who knows..poate voi fi un comic intr o zi,deci as avea arhiva...thx god:)) ). Si as mai avea o intamplare haioasa..."how Filip was killed" but...sa termin experienta si dupa va povestesc...so funny :))...Cat despre celelalte postari cam morbide,sau la prima vedere fara inteles,logica...sunt sigura ca sunt persoane care se vor simti "bine" cand vor vedea ca nu e singurul/a nebun/a care gandeste asa..si ca mai sunt...Orice "prostie" isi are publicul sau...tested:D. Nu comentez stiri,desi ma cam tenteaza,cine stie...vom vedea...oricum prima mea stire ar fi "un grav accident intre un scaun un laptop si o catedra,soldat cu moartea laptop-ului..sincere condoleante Proprietarei"...cu mici cizelari..ca tot se vorbea de limbajul folosit pe blog-uri...Cele mai bune injuraturi le stiu de pe blog-uri...la fel si cele mai tari "lexeme":))(for those who knows,only)...Inchei prin a multumi colegei mele,once again...si"watch out...habar n ai cand te lovesc cu o intrebare :)) ".(punctul asta l am pus dupa ghilimele,ca asa am vrut eu,nu ca nu stiu care ar fi ordinea,"." poate avea si alte semnificatii decat un semn de punctuatie,asta pentru cei care mi cauta nod in papura:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-1784023379906619341?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/1784023379906619341/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=1784023379906619341' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/1784023379906619341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/1784023379906619341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2009/04/blogbloggingbloggerde-cepentru-cecumetc.html' title='blog,blogging,blogger..de ce?..pentru ce?..cum?..etc'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SfWjRFS6AUI/AAAAAAAAAec/fmPSeUsLZpo/s72-c/276_poza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-6718387489240851601</id><published>2009-04-23T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T02:19:20.597-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='franturi din fericire'/><title type='text'>sunt rani pe care timpul nu le vindeca..dar cu care putem invata sa traim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SfDLPpvg1OI/AAAAAAAAAds/UAUauLysVd8/s1600-h/2751710012_76bf643029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327981828942910690" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SfDLPpvg1OI/AAAAAAAAAds/UAUauLysVd8/s200/2751710012_76bf643029.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 160px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Am invatat sa iau totul ca atare,sa nu mi complic existenta cu intrebari,cu cereri de lamuriri,cautand raspunsuri..desi imi place sa mi se raspunda la ce intreb,sunt momente si persoane carora nu le cer raspunsuri.De ce? Pentru ca nici ele nu le au sau nu le vor,pentru ca nici macar nu merita efortul meu de a fi pus intrebarea.De obicei cand mi se intampla ceva mai putin placut,cand la inceput parea fenomenal de frumos,rad.Nu prea ma mai mira(tot repet asta cu "nimic nu ma mai mira" :-??,dar asa este),si nici nu ma atinge...vorba aia ce nu te doboara te face mai puternic,iar la mine vorba asta spusa mai mult de altii ca o incurajare oarba,merge ca uns.Eu tot adun,lucrurile/gesturile/persoanele care incearca sa ma doboare,si le adun,dar totodata ma fac mai puternica pentru ca odata ce am trecut peste ele,sufar pe loc,ma ridic si ma uit inainte.stiu or sa mai fie,dar macar ele(personalizate)raman in trecut.Mai sunt momente cand trecutul ma mangaie pe spate,usor,ma saruta pe obrac si mi da parul din fata,stau,ma opresc,astep sa vad ce vrea de data asta...e doar o joaca de a lui,vrea sa vada cum iti mai este,daca au mai ramas urme din el.Zambesc,pe moment ma las dusa de mangaiere,dar..de fiecare data deschid ochii cand gestul stangaci ma bruscheaza..si trecutul se intoarce in trecut.Revenind...sa stiti,ca mi se intampla si lucruri frumoase(asta ca toata lumea ma intreaba de ce scriu doar "trist" cum zic unii)...bine ca platesc pentru ele,numai eu stiu cat si cum,dar mi se intampla si ma bucur,atat cat pot.Si saptamana asta mi s au intamplat 2 lucruri frumoase,daca pe cele rele vi le spun,vi le impartasesc,desi putini,foarteeee putini inteleg ce vreau eu sa zic,pe cele bune n o sa le zic,sunt mult prea putine ca sa risc sa pierd din farmecul lor,vreau sa fiu egoista sa ma bucur doar eu cu ele..suna a un vers dintr o manea proasta..dar asta este.Zambesc din nou,nu stiu cat o sa o mai pot face,si chiar daca fericirea mea poate cauza durere altora....prea putin imi pasa..realizez ca nu am timp sa mai simt regrete..traiesc cu trecutul in buzunar...pansez ranile..si invat sa traiesc cu ele...credeti ma,viata e prea scurta ca sa stai sa astepti sa te vindeci si apoi sa mergi mai departe.NU e o rusine ca trecutul ti e in buzunar,e o rusine sa nu l accepti ca fiind trecutul tau.Ma gandesc la viitor cu groaza si cu extaz...nu e exact libertatea la care visam...dar cine stie la ce sa se astepte cand cere libertate...aa..am mai invatat ceva..sa ai grija ce ceri...mare grija...ca s ar putea sa primesti,dar nu in forma la care te gandeai tu,ci doar in forma la care ai cerut..Postul asta nu m am impatasit,m a urmarit ideea asta peste tot,familie ,prieteni,si popa de la biserica a intrebat de mine..de ce sa o fac,daca nu imi doresc? De ce sa fac ceva daca nu mi doresc,chiar daca e ceva bun sau ceva ce trebuie facut.Dumnezeul meu ma intelege asa,fara sa mananc vin cu paine,Dumnezeul meu ma asculta in fiecare seara...In seara asta..am sa i cer sa fie soare..maine..:)..si sa gresesc mai putin:)fata de mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-6718387489240851601?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/6718387489240851601/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=6718387489240851601' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/6718387489240851601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/6718387489240851601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunt-rani-pe-care-timpul-nu-le.html' title='sunt rani pe care timpul nu le vindeca..dar cu care putem invata sa traim'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SfDLPpvg1OI/AAAAAAAAAds/UAUauLysVd8/s72-c/2751710012_76bf643029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-6439067232956923594</id><published>2009-04-23T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T00:44:05.971-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fara raspuns'/><title type='text'>I JUST want to be OK....today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SfBA1XzxeII/AAAAAAAAAdk/FJWQmUdX1dk/s1600-h/untitled33.bmp"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327829644847708290" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SfBA1XzxeII/AAAAAAAAAdk/FJWQmUdX1dk/s200/untitled33.bmp" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 136px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tot ce vreau este sa fiu "ok","ok" in sensul in care el a fost inventat. Pe timpul razboiului, cand veneau acasa trupele fara pierderi, se tinea o tablita în sus pe care era scris "0 Killed". De aceea, "OK" înseamna ca este totul în ordine...so...in the end...we all want to be ok:D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-6439067232956923594?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/6439067232956923594/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=6439067232956923594' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/6439067232956923594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/6439067232956923594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-just-want-to-be-oktoday.html' title='I JUST want to be OK....today'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SfBA1XzxeII/AAAAAAAAAdk/FJWQmUdX1dk/s72-c/untitled33.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-6704304516855026610</id><published>2009-04-21T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T00:30:45.069-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fara raspuns'/><title type='text'>vis sufocat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Se4DuOCWT-I/AAAAAAAAAdc/Jy5i6jgw4Pk/s1600-h/poz.bmp"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327199501802688482" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Se4DuOCWT-I/AAAAAAAAAdc/Jy5i6jgw4Pk/s200/poz.bmp" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 196px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Ceva iti ingreuneaza respiratia,dupa 10 minute de somn,iti intredeschizi ochii,usor,usor,sperand ca totul sa nu fi fost decat un vis urat intr o zi de vara.Te lovesti din nou de albul ala suparator,te acopera ca niste panze mari albe,si stii si tu de ce nu puteai respira.Deschizi de tot ochii,era o farama in tine care stia ca acolo te vei trezi.Nici nu apuci sa te uiti in jur,ca simti varful rece al acului cum iti sparge vena fierbinte de durere si oboseala.Si apasa tot mai adanc,de parca nu ar stii deja cat suferi si cat te doare,ar vrea sa mai schitezi si fizic,poate asa se va opri.Si incerci sa ridici privirea,insa te dor pleoapele sau mai bine zis ti-s obosite.Aceeasi asistenta de vreo 35 de ani,cu acelasi halat alb murdarit de maini ce fie i cereau ajutorul fie o rugau sa nu mai infinga acul atat de adanc.Imi zambeste ironic,mai apasa putin si..pleaca...In sfarsit si narile ti se trezesc la viata,si sunt din nou doborate de mirosul de spital ca a unei gropi de morti in putrefactie.Te uiti la perfuzie,nu stii ce i in ea,pentru ce,sau de cand,si simti fiecare picatura cum se prelinge din perfuzie incet incet in vena,si din vena intr un joc copilaresc se pierde printre sangele cald..si te gandesti ca tot ce ti a mai ramas cald e sangele...si acela incearca sa fie racit de o sustanta,de care n ai nici macar nevoie..de ce ai tu nevoie...nu sta intr o sustanta,nu sta in nimeni si nimic...e doar ceva..si atat.Te uiti in jur a nu stiu cata oara,cauti salvarea din nou...te opresti...si vezi fereastra..pentru prima data e deschisa.Nu vezi soarele dar auzi multimi de oameni susotind,pasari in sunete iritante si mii de insecte care joaca in copacul ce ti fura privirea de ansamblu..si n toata aceasta agitatie inecata in lumina surda..stii si tu..ca e soare afara si cald. Azi era o zi buna de bronz,de putina culoare,te uiti la mainile vinetii si reci,numai ele stiu cat de bine le ar fi prins o adiere calda de lumina.Ti e pielea scoarta rece,sub care bolboroseste sangele deja diluat cu acea sustanta care te intriga de cand ai simtit varful rece de ac.In stanga pe un scaun,doarme tata.Te uiti la el:"Camasa aia si a luat o si el?De parca ar fi la inmormantare".NU vrei sa vorbesti tare sa nu l trezesti,e obosit..de la cat a tipat pe holurile spitalului si cat a udat cersaful alb,izbitor de alb,si doar lacrimile lui ti au mai inchis din asprimea mainii stangi.Se sprijina in mana dreapta de coltul unui scaun de lemn ce abia sustine suferinta unui om obosit incercand sa nu innebuneasca in fata singurului lucru care i da sens ultimelor zile.Ti e sete,iti freci buzele uscate,te opresti,te doare,dar e prea tarziu...deja iti sangereaza buza de jos,si tu ca o leoaica insetata de sange,iti mangai cu limba buza.E cald si sarat,dar in urma buza a ramas umeda.Ti a trecut setea,pentru ca stii si tu ca ceri prea mult.Perdeua incepe sa joace a plecare..adie vantul..si ti intorci fata spre fereastra sa simti macar o atingere,de orice natura.SI atunci dusmanul intra intr o fuga,cu papucii albi de spital si tranteste geamul si trage perdeaua..."Femeie,imi iei chiar TOTUL?"...Asta ai tipat,in minte in timp ce ea se intoarce si arucna acelasi zambet ironic de "Ai sa fii bine".S a trezit si tata care deja e langa patul de fier acoperit cu alb."Cum te simti?",ii zambesti,n ai vrea sa l minti si din cuvinte."Sa inteleg ca mai bine",ii zambesc din nou..."O sa fie bine,am vorbit cu doctorul,si dupa cateva analize,si o sa ti mai dea ei niste medicamente...o sa mergem acasa"...acasa,intr un context universal,ar suna ca rai...in contextul tau...nici macar n a sunat..Vine doctorul,si tata fuge spre el,ca spre Dumnezeu si l intreaba"Cum e?" si se intoarce cu spatele,stie ca l cunosti prea bine ca sa si ascunda vreo farama de expresie.Dar stii si tu ce se intampla si stii si tu,ca ar fi mai bine sa inceapa sa ti placa patul ala de fier si albul si ar fi bine sa raspunzi la ranjetul stricat al asistentei,si eventual sa o rogi sa caute si alte vene,ca asta a fost sparta de mult prea multe ori..si ar fi bine sa te muti mai langa fereastra,e tot ce o sa mai ai intr una din zilele astea..si poate si ultima ta privire spre tot ce lasi in urma.Tata iese pe sala,probabil nu si a putut tine in frau lacrimile pline de neputinta.Iar doctorul se indreapta spre tine,te priveste lung a mila si incepe un discurs prost despre ce ai cum o sa te vindeci,in termeni alesi in asa fel incat tu sa nu intelegi nimic dar totusi totul.Te bate usor pe piciorul stang si ti zice "Fii tare".Mai tare decat esti?..se poate?..exista?...De abia acum te intrebi unde e mama?...hmm...tre sa se fi ascuns iar prin cabinete de doctori in cautare de leacuri miraculoase care sa te scape de intunericul ce incet incet iti umple inima prin perfuzia aia tampita care deja iti zgarie neuronii incat incepi sa auzi si picaturile care se izbesc de podul acului si si incep drumul spre vena.Inchizi ochii,dar nu inainte de a privi din nou prin perdeaua aia a naibii de inflorata si geamurile nesterse de mult,asa vrei sa ti inchizii ochii de fiecare data,e ca si cum dupa o zi lunga de munca,te intinzi in pat si visezi,e ca si cum dupa o zi plina de plansete,seara iti faci planuri prin care sa razbati suferinta...e ca si cum dupa o zi in care ai fugit in tocuri si fusta..seara iti iei pijamalele tale si te intinzi in pat.Albul te sufoca incet incet,in timp ce inchizi ochi se aude usa,probabil e tata,dar stii si tu ca nu mai vrei sa i vezi ochii rosii si zambetul disperat si murdarit de durere...Nu ti pare rau de nimic,la fel cum stii si tu ca n ai pierdut nimic,viata pur si simplu nu ti putea oferi mai mult,din contra vrea doar sa te ajute sa ti ia durea...pentru totdeauna...Zambesti cu ochii inchisi..."ce nebuni,sa plangeti doar pentru ca eu voi inceta sa mai plang,si voi inceta sa mai sufar...m ati vrea cred tot asa cu suferinta mea cu tot,ati fi nebuni ..sa cereti asta nu?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-6704304516855026610?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/6704304516855026610/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=6704304516855026610' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/6704304516855026610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/6704304516855026610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2009/04/vis-sufocat.html' title='vis sufocat...'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Se4DuOCWT-I/AAAAAAAAAdc/Jy5i6jgw4Pk/s72-c/poz.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-917106334133375211</id><published>2009-04-17T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T00:45:21.291-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'>Gemeni 2009 :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SehAm2HeIxI/AAAAAAAAAdE/G43bqwWgbvk/s1600-h/gemini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325577595471667986" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SehAm2HeIxI/AAAAAAAAAdE/G43bqwWgbvk/s320/gemini.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 138px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 167px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Femeia Gemeni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Pentru viata sentimentala a Gemenilor, anul 2009 se anunta plin de sentimente, dorinte si emotii. In ceea ce priveste dragostea, Gemenii sunt favoritii astrelor. Asadar, asteapta-te la surprize placute!Se pare ca in ultimii ani ai cam facut greseli in dragoste si ai avut destul de mult de platit. Ei bine, in 2009 esti mai inteleapta si dovedesti ca ai invatat cum sa profiti de sansele care se ivesc si cum sa te bucuri de fiecare clipa de fericire. Esti mai sincera, mai relaxata, iar aceasta atitudine noua iti aduce multe avantaje. Daca ai deja un partener stabil, vei vedea ca te incurajeaza in tot ce faci si te sustine atunci cand ai probleme cu cei din jur. Daca nu ti-ai gasit inca dragostea, in 2009 s-ar putea ca norocul sa ti-o scoata in cale. Primeste-o cu bratele deschise si nu te mai intreba daca e prea frumos ca sa fie adevarat sau cat o sa dureze relatia. Totul depinde de tine: tu poti face ca relatia sa dureze, daca vei da frau liber sentimentelor. Scoate-ti din minte ca o relatie stabila inseamna o ingradire a libertatii tale. Dimpotriva, in doi va puteti face viata mai frumoasa. Jupiter, aflat acum in Varsator, te ajuta sa privesti totul mai relaxat si sa actionezi mai intelept. A venit vremea schimbarii pe care partenerul tau o astepta si pe care tu o tot ai tot amanat-o. Iar puterea pe care ti-o insufla Saturn din Fecioara te ajuta sa te adaptezi fara dificultati.Inainte petreceai cu prietenii, acum incepi sa sarbatoresti evenimente fericite in familie.S-ar putea sa apara si probleme, mai ales daca esti neglijenta cu banii. Esti certata, dar fara rautate. Una peste alta, 2009 este un an bun pentru Gemeni, daca pot dovedi ca au invatat sa acorde atentie lucrurilor cu adevarat importante. Vei merge inainte cu pasi mici, dar siguri. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Zodiile tale&lt;br /&gt;Persoanei nascute la data 7.6.1988, ora 09:28, ii corespund urmatoarele zodii:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Dupa Zodiacul European: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eastrolog.ro/zodiac-european/zodia-gemeni.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;zodia Gemeni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt; (decada 2) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eastrolog.ro/ascendent/ascendent-leu.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;ascendent in Leu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Dupa Zodiacul Chinezesc:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eastrolog.ro/zodiac-chinezesc/zodiac-chinezesc-dragon.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;zodia Dragon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt; (de Pamant) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eastrolog.ro/zodiac-chinezesc/ascendent-zodia-sarpe.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;ascendent in Sarpe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Dupa Zodiacul Indian: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;-zodia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eastrolog.ro/zodiac-indian/phoenix.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Phoenix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Dupa Zodiacul Druidic: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;-zodia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eastrolog.ro/zodiac-druidic-arboricol/carpen.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Carpen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Dupa Zodiacul Floral:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;- zodia Orhidee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-917106334133375211?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/917106334133375211/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=917106334133375211' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/917106334133375211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/917106334133375211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2009/04/gemeni-2009-d.html' title='Gemeni 2009 :D'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SehAm2HeIxI/AAAAAAAAAdE/G43bqwWgbvk/s72-c/gemini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-814879076124275079</id><published>2009-04-15T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T00:45:36.163-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='despre oameni'/><title type='text'>oameni 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SeYNQUJ7XqI/AAAAAAAAAc0/6q33DYyt9so/s1600-h/Funny_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324958183351606946" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SeYNQUJ7XqI/AAAAAAAAAc0/6q33DYyt9so/s320/Funny_08.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 320px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 271px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Ca nu sunt cea de ieri,stiu,la fel cum stiu ca maine nu voi fi cea de azi.Si asa ti e greu sa ti accepti propriile tale schimbari,cum faci cand altii se schimba.Cum faci cand intri in jocul lor pervers de "cum ar fi daca"? Te pierzi,iti pierzi zidul rece de care te sprijineai si incet,incet saruti pamantul,pentru ca daca tot o sa cazi,macar fa o din iubire ,pentru pamant.Sub o umbrela nu incap mai mult de 2 persoane(testat),insa ce faci cand umbrela nu te accepta singura sub ea? Renunti si incepi sa cersesti. Ce? Uitare,uitare si visare. Iar sinceritatea s a pierdut undeva prin hainele de firma ce miros a un parfum ametitor de scump. Te mira? Nu,dar mereu faci aceiasi pasi gresiti care te aduc mereu la acelasi start al startului deja invechit. Si pleci,si de fiecare data iti propui o alta tactica,daca cumva vei atinge vreo linie de sosire,oricum nu stii spre ce pleci,sau unde te opresti. Ai obosit? Si inca cum!!! Si ce?! ai altceva de facut decat sa "alergi"? Nu.. Atunci?..Priveste in jur,fete si baieti inunda parcurile si trotuarele de maini transpirate in miros caldut de sarut,femei cu verghete pe mana pe terase,barbati cu scoruri in meciuri de sex,si baieti timizi care urmaresc stangaci fetite prea devreme "coapte".Tu unde te incadrezi? Nicaieri... Atunci vezi de ce trebuie sa alergi mereu,de ce trebuie sa te intorci mereu la acelasi start? Nu ti a mai ramas nimic decat fuga,in care cei din jurul tau cladesc un curaj,o forta,o putere care ti o atribuie si de care se minuneaza mereu,de fiecare data cand pleci de la start.Opresti un om pe strada noaptea si l intrebi "cat e ceasul"..el iti raspunde "e tarziu"..si nici macar nu l cunosteai. Oamenii nu te mai mira demult,la fel cum ei nu ti mai trezesc vreun interes sa schitezi vreun zambet,aceiasi trandafiri rosii,aceleasi sms uri,aceleasi plimbari si gesturi si aceeasi adunatura de cuvinte surde rostite intr una cat mai teatral "te iubesc". Esti cu mult sub ei,cu mult,pentru ca inca nu poti intra in ritm cu ei,nu poti juca la fel de bine,la fel cum nu poti simula sentimete pe care ei le incearca zilnic ca un nou fel de mancare.Esti rece si atat.Ti e bine? Nu.Cat tupeu sa vrei sa ti depasesti conditia,dar te as intreba "Ai forta pentru MAI mult?" Nu.Atunci invata sa ramai acolo jos,si invata sa te multumesti macar cu ce sentimente ti au mai ramas,dramaluiestele cu inteligenta. Sunt oameni care traiesc emotiv la scara inalta,care iubesc si nu le este rusine sa o zica,si apoi sunt cealalta categorie care iubesc emotiv dar nu o zic,si nu pentru ca le ar fi rusine ca iubesc,ci pentru ca le ar fi rusine sa zica ce iubesc,iubesc sentimentul de a iubi sau de a fi iubit odata,iubesc sa fie in preajma acelui sentiment care i aduce aminte de faptul ca a iubit si el/ea odata,iubesc sa fie reci la fel cum iubesc wisky-ul cu gheata,iubesc sa faca sex,sa se mandreasca cu ce au/avut.Nu mi e mila de ei,ii iubesc,as vrea sa fiu ca ei,sa mi permit sa ma joc si eu cu sentimentele asa cum o fac ei,sa ma simt puternica.Chiar vrei? Probabil ca nu.E ca si cum iti plac pantofii cu toc dar stii si tu ca te vei incalta mereu cu balerini pentru ca in ei te simti comod si bine.Inca un motiv pentru care iubesc oamenii,cred ca ii iubesc cel mai mult pentru ca eu nu sunt ei si niciodata nu as putea fi oricat m as stradui si as incerca.Imi place sa pledez in copila aia prostuta,cu care rad majoritatea,ma prinde.Cat am sa o fac? O viata,pentru ca nimeni nicicand nu va avea tupeul sa ma suporte asa cum sunt.Te iubesc..da pe tine care citesti si ai impresia ca citesti o carte a sufletului meu....Au iesit papadiile!!... :)) Nu ma astept sa intelegi de ce imi plac...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-814879076124275079?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/814879076124275079/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=814879076124275079' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/814879076124275079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/814879076124275079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2009/04/oameni-8.html' title='oameni 8'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SeYNQUJ7XqI/AAAAAAAAAc0/6q33DYyt9so/s72-c/Funny_08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-564514481413761822</id><published>2009-04-09T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T00:45:47.217-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='el/ea'/><title type='text'>el/ea..:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sd4EMpTZxsI/AAAAAAAAAbc/VkHOgo4HI3o/s1600-h/untitled67.bmp"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322696424890681026" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sd4EMpTZxsI/AAAAAAAAAbc/VkHOgo4HI3o/s200/untitled67.bmp" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 154px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver; font-size: 85%;"&gt;El : ce soare:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Ea : buna :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver; font-size: 85%;"&gt;El : de ce mereu trebuie sa o luam de la inceput ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Ea : da,e soare,e bine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver; font-size: 85%;"&gt;El : stiu,se simte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Ea: ce copil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver; font-size: 85%;"&gt;El: atunci...mai bine .."buna":)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-564514481413761822?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/564514481413761822/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=564514481413761822' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/564514481413761822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/564514481413761822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2009/04/elea.html' title='el/ea..:)'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sd4EMpTZxsI/AAAAAAAAAbc/VkHOgo4HI3o/s72-c/untitled67.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-1316000585365409885</id><published>2009-03-25T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T00:46:02.673-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ganduri'/><title type='text'>nu.exista</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Scoph02oijI/AAAAAAAAAZs/e4Zw1oSdAeM/s1600-h/2fpQAn170673-02.bmp"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317107971164506674" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Scoph02oijI/AAAAAAAAAZs/e4Zw1oSdAeM/s200/2fpQAn170673-02.bmp" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista c***e ieftine , doar femei proaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista rable proaste doar masini luxoase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista c***e de lux doar femei bune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista zile bune doar zile fara nervi si spume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista nopti pierdute ci doar nopti uitate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista bani pierduti , doar bani pusi deoparte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista aurolaci , doar artisti fara fani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista saraci , doar milionari fara bani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista miracole doar magie ieftina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista supereroi doar romani fara frica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista lideri , doar oameni care insiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista oameni care nu iti plac , doar oameni care te oftica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista boala doar probleme care trec greu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista papagali , doar bufnite cu mult tupeu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista vise doar planuri pe termen lung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista speranta doar vointa bine pusa la punct&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista inteligenta doar o carte in plus citita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista crima , doar oamnei care s'o comita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista bun simt doar buna purtare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista dragoste , doar senzatie de atasare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista motive doar intrebari fara raspuns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista liniste doar soapte spuse pe ascuns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista ganduri rele doar idei iesite din comun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Cum nu exista nici un gand bun care sa vi'l spun .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Daca te uiti din fata toti par la fel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Daca te uiti din spate toate par la fel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Daca te uiti din parti nu ti se pare rau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Deci orice lucru prost am eu e la fel de bun ca al tau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista vile doar garsoniere cu etaj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista durere doar stare de sevraj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista droguri doar medicamente tari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista criminali doar tineri dependenti fara bani .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista genii doar oamnei care stiu prea multe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista femei tacute , doar femei surdomute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista inchisoare doar cazare gratis Invata ca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista ceva mai rau decat cazare pe viata .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista idei gresite doar drumuri alese prost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista nu pot doar nu gasesc nici un rost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista batrani doar oameni ramasi in urma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista haite doar oameni care stau in turma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista grup de prieteni doar grup de ajutoare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista moarte doar cea mai simpla cale de scapare . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista plictiseala doar distractie in declin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Cum nu exista nici un zeu trecut prin chin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;La care sa ma inchin .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista minciuni doar adevar fara dovezi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista nu cred doar nu esti in stare sa vezi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista familie doar casnicie cu o vaca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista nu'mi place sa beau doar beau fara sa imi placa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista scuze doar pareri de rau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista idei tari doar ideile din capul tau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista prost doar parere proasta despre tine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista "nu am bani" doar "stiu oameni cu mai multi bani decat mine"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista tradatori doar tovarasi fara creier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista prieteni mai bun decat un bull-terrier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista blonda proasta buna de senzatie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Doar femeie cu cap care stie ce dracu vor barbatii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista nu te f**i doar nu stii cu ce se mananca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista nu sugi p**a doar ca tu nu iti dai seama inca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista vinovat doar prins in pat cu victima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nu exista scapare doar ca speranta moare ultima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-1316000585365409885?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/1316000585365409885/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=1316000585365409885' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/1316000585365409885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/1316000585365409885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2009/03/nuexista.html' title='nu.exista'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Scoph02oijI/AAAAAAAAAZs/e4Zw1oSdAeM/s72-c/2fpQAn170673-02.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-3918499641283509538</id><published>2009-03-20T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T00:46:19.872-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='despre oameni'/><title type='text'>oameni 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/ScNorQPyH9I/AAAAAAAAAZk/mxM95GzC1FM/s1600-h/DSC04781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315207077532147666" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/ScNorQPyH9I/AAAAAAAAAZk/mxM95GzC1FM/s320/DSC04781.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 240px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Sunt sociabila la cerere(cum imi zicea cineva si am pachete standard si unele chiar "gold").Imi impart viata ca hainele din dulap pe care le imbrac in functie de vreme,fie pregatita sa mi iau bocanci si blugii rupti cu un tricoul primit pe strada sau fie pregatita sa mi pun rochia de gala cu tocurile dusmanoase pe picioarele mele si cerceii perfect asortati.Starile mi le schimb la fel de des ca ciorapii(adica cam de 2 ori pe zi),insa am vreo saptamana de cand schimb ciorapi asemanatori ca si culoare si forma...sa mi fi stabilit un "ritm",sau sa ma simt atata de bine in "ciorapii" astia incat n as vrea sa stric ceva si sa i schimb?..Nu stiu....Oricum incerc sa ma dezobisnuiesc sa privesc in urma,stiu ca produsul final e o suma a experinetelor anterioare,dar imi place sa privesc spre viitor ca sansa de a imbunatati produsul prezent.E frig afara,nici in sufletul meu nu sunt mai multe grade,insa asa cum niciodata nu mi am plans de mila,n o fac nici acum pentru ca sunt intr un sistem in care nu mi permit sa stric "echilibrul" cu mila,cu plansete,cu vise.Asa am ajuns sa functionez din inertie,si lipsita de erori majore.Inertia mi e favorabila,ma duce incet incet spre normalul la care "visez" de ceva timp. Nu m am vazut niciodata Cenusareasa..pentru ca nu ma vad asteptand pe "print" sa vina la mine cu "pantoful",cel mai probabil m as fi dus eu la el si i as fi cerut pantoful inapoi si i as fi lasat si un numar de telefon in caz ca vrea sa vada si celalat pantof.N o sa stau sa astept ca ceva mirific sa mi se intample,mi le fac eu mirifice sau cel putin incerc.Incerc sa nu cad prada starilor "emo",incerc sa fac multe lucruri care sa nu ma tina in trecut,sau pur si simplu lucruri care sa nu ma lase "eu cu mine',e o tehnica de autoaparare prin care gasesti "normalul",nici nu mi as dori mai mult.Simt mai putin,gandesc mai putin,sunt draguta mai putin,rad mai mult,glumesc mai mult.Imi place sa cred ca in viata nu am pierdut nimic,sau sa zicem ca am pierdut doar acele "lucruri" care nu mi au trebuit,orice sfarsit aduce un nou inceput,aici intervine inteligenta fiecaruia de a construi un inceput mult mai frumos mai "intelept".Sunt astfel intr o continua concurenta cu mine,un "eu" mai bun ca cea de ieri,si ma lupt mereu cu "obiceiuri" din trecut.Mintea iti spune ce sa faci,insa cred ca inima iti spune daca e bine sau rau.A se intelege inca odata ca nu port ura nimanui,ca nu sunt suparata pe nimeni,nici macar pe mine,cum as putea fi suparata pe o persoana care la fel ca mine "greseste",cum as putea fi suparata de ploaie ca mi a stricat coafura?...Toti gresim,unii mai mult...important e sa nu stam doar in regrete.Ma ridic de fiecare data,ma scutur de fiecare data,dar totdeauna cand ma ridic,ma scutur si mi aranjez hainele prafuite ,todeauna ma uit inainte,si incerc sa mi "pavez" drumul cu mai multa incredere si siguranta,si mai putina vulnerabilitate. Ma intreba cineva daca mai am incredere in oameni,in prieteni?...Cum sa nu,e ca si cum nu mi as da mie o sansa de a trai.Insa oamenii pe care i am lasat in urma,nu faceau fata "ritmului" meu,sau poate pur si simplu au luat un alt drum,ne mai intalnim in intersectii,dar de fiecare data fiecare e atent la semnele de circulatie(ar fi o prostie sa te "accidentezi" din nou cu ei nu?).Iubesc oamenii,doar ca am invatat sa mi i aleg eu.Nu am nevoie de o "gasca" de "oameni " ca sa ma simt bine,pot sa ma plimb pe drumul de centura si cu doi oameni si sa fiu implinita in acel acel moment.E o prostie sa incetezi sa iubesti doar pentru ca o persoana din univers a incetat sa te mai iubeasca.Imi tin trecutul in buzunarul de la spate,asa e cel mai posibil sa 'cada" fara sa mai "simt" sau e posibil sa sa l uit eu in buzunar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Cand va veni si "timpul "meu ,de abia atunci iti voi putea multumi pentru tot ce nu mi ai "aratat",pentru tot ce n am putut visa,si atunci ma voi aseza la marginea drumului ,voi privi inapoi si voi...zambi..Iti voi multumi atunci pentru ca nu mi ai aratat"tot" ce as fi putut "simti".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-3918499641283509538?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/3918499641283509538/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=3918499641283509538' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/3918499641283509538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/3918499641283509538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2009/03/oameni-7.html' title='oameni 7'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/ScNorQPyH9I/AAAAAAAAAZk/mxM95GzC1FM/s72-c/DSC04781.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-2507971906819134683</id><published>2009-03-17T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T00:46:37.561-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='el/ea'/><title type='text'>el/ea...:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sb_Qgu9fwoI/AAAAAAAAAZc/wRzlyXaKN_k/s1600-h/DSC04755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314195346100830850" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sb_Qgu9fwoI/AAAAAAAAAZc/wRzlyXaKN_k/s320/DSC04755.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 227px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 290px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;El has signed "back "in(16/03/2009 0:00 AM)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;El: ce frig..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ea: sunt rece..de la atata frig&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;El: o sa uiti&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ea: nu..am sa plec&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;El: e tarziu..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ea: demult nu mai simt..timpul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;El: mai ramai putin....te rog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ea: e tarziu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;El: e frig...si o sa ploua&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ea: am iesit din timp...nu mai simt..nimic:)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;El: dar..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ea has signed out (16/03/2009 zero: 02 Am )&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-2507971906819134683?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/2507971906819134683/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=2507971906819134683' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/2507971906819134683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/2507971906819134683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2009/03/elea_17.html' title='el/ea...:)'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sb_Qgu9fwoI/AAAAAAAAAZc/wRzlyXaKN_k/s72-c/DSC04755.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-7694297034421018330</id><published>2009-03-16T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T00:48:52.268-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prietenie'/><title type='text'>57 de ore..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sb5PM_2ZiPI/AAAAAAAAAZM/NkUqdbHuuQI/s1600-h/DSC04697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313771695060388082" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sb5PM_2ZiPI/AAAAAAAAAZM/NkUqdbHuuQI/s200/DSC04697.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 150px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;3 zile departe de civilizatie,departe de iasi,de trafic,de miros de benzina,de gunoaie,de facultate,de ai mei,de falsi prieteni,de shony,de mess,de ziare,badea...3 zile eu cu cei mai dragi mie..totul parea sa stea impotriva muntilor si a zapezii...vineri dimineata eram pe cale de a anula totul..n a durat 5 minute in care sa ma gandesc,daca sa renunt la mine,la un moment neintrerupt de liniste,de normal...mi am raspuns si mai repede..am format numarul si am zis "mergem".. Am uitat de tot in momentul in care am plecat din fata casei mele si mi am promis in gand ca o sa fac o pauza de la tot ce ma inconjoara..am tre zile in care sa fiu eu fara probleme,false zambete sau bucurii...ieseam din iasi...ma uitam in dreapta mea...era persoana care a fost mereu acolo cand mi a fost mai greu...persoana care totdeauna stia ca un jeleu ma va face sa zambesc..si cate si mai cate..iar acum...aveam sa petrecem 3 zile faine..am condus 300 de km,nu am simtit o clipa oboseala...nu mi permiteam sa mi irosesc vreun minut sa obosesc,sau sa ma duc cu gandul departe..puteam sa mai conduc de trei ori pe atat...iar cu ei in masina..totul parea ca un pilot automat care ne ducea spre liniste,spre noi,doar noi...Au fost trei zile in care am ras,am mancat ciocolata de casa cat pentru 10,am baut,am facut gratare la minus grade,am mers prin padure cand ningea mai tare,am adormit cu gandul nul in fiecare seara...n am avut timp nici macar sa constientizez cat de bine imi este...o fac acum...si totul parca ia o alta intorsatura...ganduri pozitive,zambete,soare,jeleuri,babe,curajul de a merge cu cauciucuri de vara (roase) la munte pe zapada etc..M am reintors in Iasi ieri..ciudat..inca nu simt ca am revenit la "normalul meu"...cu siguranta ca fi ceva care o va face..dar momentan..ma uit la sutele de poze si rad..Demult n am mai avut parte de o asa vacanta...poate prin a clasa a 12 a..cand la fel totul mi se parea atat de simplu si usor...Conteaza mult,sa lupti cu tine,sa ti propui sa te distrezi,chiar stand cu fundul la minus grade pe zapada si razand ca te ai pierdut in padure...sau urcand cheile bicazului cu cauciucuri de vara(roase) si cu bordul indicand o defectiune la electromotor:-j..dar tu...cantand cu toti in masina si razand de fiecare data cand vezi un morman de zapada pe drum:))...mai faci si o poza cu mircea radu(da bre,am dat de el,ne uitam amandoi la niste sosete prin cheile bicazului,ne am tras in poza si mi a si zis ca sunt frumoasa,deci...va rog..poza era pentru mama a se intelege;)) )..Nu va zic mai multe,unele amintiri e bine sa le tii pentru tine,vide..sa le scoti atunci cand trebuie sa ti aduci aminte ca poti fi fericit...M am uitat indreapta de multe ori pe drum...i am multumit in gand de mult prea multe ori ca sa poata fi zis cu vocea...puteam face orice,oriunde...era in dreapta mea...cu mana intinsa cu jeleu sau cu alune de padure... cantand si doar ea intelegand de ce melodia "mergem la mare" cantata de superba trupa candy:))..se potrivea perfect spre drumul spre munte:))..si i multumesc si acum pentru fiecare zambet al meu..si pentru 57 de ore de "eu" de "normal"... MULTUMESC :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sb5PgKZ1DgI/AAAAAAAAAZU/HDl3KN5M5kE/s1600-h/DSC04918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313772024310861314" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sb5PgKZ1DgI/AAAAAAAAAZU/HDl3KN5M5kE/s200/DSC04918.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 150px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sb5OgfYgG8I/AAAAAAAAAYs/BSpOfEBGwck/s1600-h/DSC06847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313770930430811074" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sb5OgfYgG8I/AAAAAAAAAYs/BSpOfEBGwck/s200/DSC06847.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 150px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sb5OuV7jtVI/AAAAAAAAAY0/p52WLWXIITg/s1600-h/DSC06849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313771168411661650" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sb5OuV7jtVI/AAAAAAAAAY0/p52WLWXIITg/s200/DSC06849.JPG" style="cursor: hand; height: 150px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sb5PEVcbE2I/AAAAAAAAAZE/B4wSgVvX-SI/s1600-h/DSC04668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313771546238194530" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sb5PEVcbE2I/AAAAAAAAAZE/B4wSgVvX-SI/s200/DSC04668.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 150px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sb5O5ZqinpI/AAAAAAAAAY8/9AdiSsAsaRk/s1600-h/DSC04641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313771358392589970" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sb5O5ZqinpI/AAAAAAAAAY8/9AdiSsAsaRk/s200/DSC04641.jpg" style="cursor: hand; height: 150px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-7694297034421018330?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/7694297034421018330/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=7694297034421018330' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/7694297034421018330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/7694297034421018330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2009/03/57-de-ore.html' title='57 de ore..'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/Sb5PM_2ZiPI/AAAAAAAAAZM/NkUqdbHuuQI/s72-c/DSC04697.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-1664222317988260097</id><published>2009-03-08T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T00:49:07.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimul post morbid...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Te cantaresti mereu raportandu te la reusitele si esecurile tale...dar ce faci cand rezultatele sunt doar cele pe care lumea le vede?..ce se intampla cand lumea iti spune ca te ai schimbat,ca ai devenit mai rau,mai egoist,mai fitos,mai rece....si cand tu stii ca ce era in sufletul tau acum ceva timp...inca se afla acolo,neclintit nici macar pentru o secunda de ceea ce tu arati lumii....ai nevoie de aer curat ca de ultima sansa de a supravietui logic...Te raportezi mereu la ce zic altii,prietenii te admira,nu stiu cum ai resusit,cei care sustin ca te au cunoscut sunt uimiti de schimbare....Sunt atat de prinsi de uimire incat nu vad stangaciile care tradeaza lumea ta perfecta si fericita.Te ai luptat ca nimeni sa nu ti planga de mila,ti ai jurat razbunare,ti ai promis fericire.Dar numai tu stii cat iti este de greu sa te trezesti dimineata,doar tu stii ca niciodata nu vei mai fi la fel,nu vei mai zambi la fel.Te bucuri,te bucuri nespus si sincer pentru fericirea altora pentru ca ai ajuns la realitatea ca a ta a trecut.E ciudat sa realizezi ca ai fost fericit si ca stii ca niciodata nu vei mai fi la fel de fericit,ai ca dovada sufletul de azi.Ciudat,oamenii nu te cred si zic ca e o 'chestie" de moment,dar tu stii ca vei suspina odata pe an,ca va trebui sa ti joci rolul social ca sa nu dai de banuit.Te trece un gand rece..sa renunti...dar nu ai cum,nu ai puterea,esti prea slab,prea mic..si totusi in ochii lor atat de mare.Ai dezamagit si vrei acum sa demonstrezi ca esti tare,ca nu te mai atinge nimic.Dar cum sa te atinga cand tot ce te a putut distruge pe dinauntru a facut o deja.Iti placea sa fii copil sa crezi in fiecare "te iubesc" sa zambesti la fiecare ciocolata...Azi incerci sa joci o fericire demult uitata..ca sa demonstrezi ca esti puternic.Nu te mai atinge nimic,si ar fi o apocalipsa sa spui exact ce gandesti,ai opri din fericire atata lume...Te multumesti cu lucruri care pentru multi sunt nesemnificative,sau doar o rutina zilnica,gasesti in ele masca fericirii..o porti atat de ipocrit,dar totusi lumea te aclama....esti cel mai prost actor al vietii tale..si totusi atat de bun pentru specatorii tai....Ce naivi...toti...caci nimeni niciodata nu va mai putea vedea ce ascunzi dupa zambete,ironii,jigniri,tigari,bautura, rasete,subtilitati,injuraturi...nimeni...nicicand... caci chiar daca lumea va putea citi pe acest blog despre tine...tu..prietene...iti vei fermeca din nou,si i vei face din nou sa te aclame... traiesti din trecut...ai incetat de cateva luni bune sa mai visezi noaptea inainte sa adormi..e mai bine..face totul mai usor de acceptat..si mai clar de jucat...Ti ai promis ca va fi ultima data cand te vei lasa descoperit,vulnerabil...de maine...iti promiti sa ti joci rolul mai cu atentie,fara scapari si fara uitari de replici...soptitor nu ai,ar fi si culmea..sa ti dicteze cineva zambetul si gluma..n ar mai fi la fel de realist...Si ti promiti sa te inchizi de tot,ai fost fericit,a trecut,ai iubit,a trecut,ai avut noroc, s a dus,ai fost sincer,s a incheiat....Si nimeni nicicand nu va putea sa te dezlege...Esti cel mai realist om de pe pamant...esti cel mai realizat...stii ca nu vei mai fi fericit,si esti dispus sa ti continui viata....numai daca ar sti vreounul..sa te apalude din culise...dar i ai dat pe toti afara din culise...te faceau vulnerabil....oamenii se schimba...tu..nu...tu ti schimbi doar mastile...ca sa te aperi...nu ca sa cauti fericirea....pacat ca lumea inca se mai crede profesorul tau.....esti singur cand te duci la somn,in sufletul tau...dar totusi atatia fani si spectatori...Si daca cineva iti poate promite fericirea...te amuzi si i lasi sa se desfasoare..asa mai uiti si tu de timp,de trecut....te admir....si totusi...NIMENI..NICICAND...Iar cei care vor sta mereu in primul rand privindu te...ei vor fi cei care vor fi absorbiti si impresionati cel mai mult de jocul tau scenic...ce ironie...iar printre ei se afla si trecutul si prezentul si viitorul...le zambesti...stii ca asta le simplifica viata...traiesti din firmiturile lor de fericire,nici n ai putea altfel...cata putere..acum..e noapte..da ti masca jos si bagate in pat...maine trebuie sa fii in forma...spectatorii isi vor ocupa locurile de dimineata in sala vietii tale sociale..bucura i...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SbRpZl3qv9I/AAAAAAAAAYM/z5txLp7MwoU/s1600-h/DSC06748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310985748959903698" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SbRpZl3qv9I/AAAAAAAAAYM/z5txLp7MwoU/s200/DSC06748.JPG" style="cursor: hand; height: 219px; width: 162px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;Acest post este un pamflet si trebuie luat ca atare,anumite insusiri ale personajului principal sunt hiperbolizate in mod special de autor,nu are legatura cu realitatea si nici nu face referire la vreun "personaj" din preajma posesoarei acestu blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-1664222317988260097?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/1664222317988260097/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=1664222317988260097' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/1664222317988260097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/1664222317988260097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2009/03/ultimul-post-morbid.html' title='Ultimul post morbid...'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SbRpZl3qv9I/AAAAAAAAAYM/z5txLp7MwoU/s72-c/DSC06748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-7574295928405510290</id><published>2009-03-06T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T00:49:24.441-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fara raspuns'/><title type='text'>workin' on a dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SbGTCWOEZeI/AAAAAAAAAXc/u5GQ9Pg8Y2w/s1600-h/YDJmFm636618-02.bmp"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310187104180135394" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SbGTCWOEZeI/AAAAAAAAAXc/u5GQ9Pg8Y2w/s200/YDJmFm636618-02.bmp" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 167px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;see..somehow..I have the power to see the truth...somehow I handle my own fears...and finally...I'm still on the track...if only I knew what I know today....i have my own dream..someday...i'll finish it...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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dream'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SbGTCWOEZeI/AAAAAAAAAXc/u5GQ9Pg8Y2w/s72-c/YDJmFm636618-02.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-4360757552401038407</id><published>2009-03-06T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T00:49:36.536-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='despre oameni'/><title type='text'>oameni 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SbGPl_QhpsI/AAAAAAAAAXU/XB6gapkf3eE/s1600-h/tevx4Y697332-02.bmp"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310183318445205186" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SbGPl_QhpsI/AAAAAAAAAXU/XB6gapkf3eE/s200/tevx4Y697332-02.bmp" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 155px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;ma doare..sincer..ma doare....dar uimirea mi e mai mare..mi a prins durerea ca-ntrun joc al mirajului...zambesc...ce copil prost..si ce sentimente copilaresti...chiar ai crezut in unicorn? in zapada care sa nu se topeasca? in print frumos? in ganduri nobile? in dreptate ? in.....?...imi rezam capul intre astea doua maini care au imbratisat atata lume,cu atata dor si fericire,si visare...tot voi dragele mele ati imbratisat si dusmanii,si visele,si iluziile.Cum de nu obositi,cum de inca mai lucrati pentru sufletul meu?...cum de rezemati cel ce va aduce atata nefericire?...cata putere..As vrea sa fiu puternica ca voi,sau sa simt ca puterea voastra face parte din mine...dar vidul meu nu concepe putere...Dar gata..da..parea inca o postare despre suferinta si nefericire...mi a ajuns...durerea /suferinta s a transformat in uimire...de azi...ma minunez..nu mai incape in mine pic de suferinta...doar uimire...si Doamneee cate uimire poate exista in lume...si eu ma uimesc pe mine..si cata autofrustare...autodezamagire..nu sunt normala(perfecta nici nu indraznesc sa tastez,e mult prea departe de mine)..port in mine sacul cu defecte..si doamnee ce greu e...dar cei din jur,mi l fac atat de usor...Dar ce rost are ca eu sufar,plang,ma consum,ma autodistrug cu ganduri nocive?...sunt mult prea insignifianta pentru lumea asta...imi ordon meticulos patratica mea si punct...imi ocup locul si....ma minunez....zambesc...la tot ce ma inconjoara ..zambesc...si va multumesc..fara voi probabil ..ca..as fi aflat..ce e fericirea:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-4360757552401038407?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/4360757552401038407/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=4360757552401038407' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/4360757552401038407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/4360757552401038407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2009/03/oameni-6.html' title='oameni 6'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SbGPl_QhpsI/AAAAAAAAAXU/XB6gapkf3eE/s72-c/tevx4Y697332-02.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-8984261611277110596</id><published>2009-03-06T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T00:49:53.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tu ce faci cand ei te au dezamagit?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SbEDGiiMWGI/AAAAAAAAAXM/V4ChI1_hb1k/s1600-h/7abVkL257832-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310028846530844770" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SbEDGiiMWGI/AAAAAAAAAXM/V4ChI1_hb1k/s200/7abVkL257832-02.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 150px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Ca nu ma duc la cursurile de la ora 8 dimineata se stie,ca nu mi place sa merg pe jos asta se stie, ca mi place ciocolata asta se stie,ca rad aiurea si mult,si asta se stie.Ce nu stie lumea,si ce nu poate ea vedea cu ochiul liber?..nu stie ca nu suport barbatii seriosi,fetitele cu plicuri,spanacul,melodiile siropoase,si momentele romantice care dau in diabet mental. Am abilitatea de a analiza tot ce se petrece in jurul meu,sa gandesc fara sa spun ceea ce gandesc,am abilitatatea de a face pe "proasta" pentru ca,ce poate fi mai ironic decat sa te comporti in preajma unuia crezandu l prost si sa ti dai seama mai tarziu ca nu e.?Si lumea permanent este interesata de persoana mea,vor sa stie unde sunt,cu cine,ce am mai facut,daca e iar la pamant sau iar scrie pe blog despre cum s a ridicat ea nevoie mare..De obicei,cand las ceva in 'urma" nu ma mai intereseaza ce se intampla cu acel ceva/cineva.Stiu ca daca am ales sa l las in urma a fost pentru ca am constientizat ca mi va fi mai bine,si ca acel ceva nu mi poate oferi "avantajele" de care am nevoie pentru fericire...Avem "obiceiul" de a socializa,unii mai mult,altii mai putin.Mi se reproseaza des ca nu ma las sa fiu descoperita..Pai cum donsoara/domnu "X" sa ma deschid tie ca o carte prin care poti lectura de cate ori ai chef,si poti intoarce paginile de cate ori n ai inteles ceva,sau pentru a tine minte ceva?...Eu cu ce ma aleg dupa..dupa ce tu,stai si meditezi si ti zici "ce carte proasta,n as recomanda o nimanui" si o inchizi la loc(de fiecare data mai tare si mai adanc) si pleci.Pentru ca tot in natura noastra sta obiceiul de a pleca atunci cand nu ne convine ceva,cand nu ne mai place ceva.Iar eu de fiecare data trebuie sa "lucrez" din nou la copertile mele,ca data viitoare sa nu mai atrag potentialii cititori care din nou dupa o lectura profunda aleg sa plece.Lucrez la coperti ca sa atrag acei cititori care vor dori sa ma puna in "biblioteca" sufletului pentru toata viata.Mai sunt ,bineinteles,si acei cititori care citesc pe diagonala si au impresia ca stiu tot ce se putea sti despre acea carte...ce naivi,si sunt multi,si din ce in ce mai multi...Ei aleg sa plece,nu i pot judeca ca nu le a placut ce le am aratat...dar ceea ce ma scoate din sarite..este "critica" de dupa..sustinuta de cate ori au ocazia in fata unui auditoriu,care normal,sunt de acelasi nivel(sau chiar mai jos) ca ei.Si uite asa traiesc zilnic,auzind din nou cum "x" a zis ca"..."...si ma amuz(teribil)...Si mai ai curajul sa ma intrebi de ce nu vorbesc despre mine,de ce nu "ma deschid" in fata ta?...Am dat de prea multe ori o parte din mine(o parte din paginile vietii mele) unora,care au plecat..am ramas ,din ce in ce cu mai putine pagini de iubire,stima,prietenie..toti insa mi au lasat paginile cu rece,cu ura,cu indiferenta(astea nu i atrag niciodata)...E clar poate acum de ce mi apar si ultimele "pagini" (ingalbenite,rupte cum or fi ele) ascunse intre doua coperti atat de frumoase,atragatoare,amuzante,naive si copilaresti....Ceea ce multi nu stiu..este ca de fiecare data cand au avut prilejul sa ma parcurga ca pe o carte..au lasat urme,care sunt si acum impregnate pe paginile ramase..si ceea ce face ca lectura sa fie din ce in ce mai grea(si mai greu lizibila) pentru cei ce i urmeaza...Cuprinsul..l am rupt demult,nu facea decat sa mi aduca aminte de cate"erori" umane m au inconjurat...Am pastrat notele de subsol(pe care le inteleg doar cativa pasionati de lectura mea,si pentru ei sunt mereu dispusa sa ma deschis,cu riscul de a lasa si pe altii sa si lase amprentele pline de invidie,ura,de a ma folosi pentru a si umple timpul liber)....Nu sunt o persoana razbunatoare...dar am "defectul" de a tine minte..si de a tine(in mine)...iar ei ma ajuta sa adun..fara sa si de a seama...si le zambesc de fiecare data cand rup bucatele din paginile mele..desi daca ar gandi cat de putin ar sti ca un "imi pare rau" nu va lipi perfect la loc bucatica rupta..nu stiu,acum...cine e mai naiv...eu?..sau...voi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Inchei cu un vers de a lui Ombladon: “Ti- am mai zis(...):imi rupi inima...iti rup capu!..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-8984261611277110596?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/8984261611277110596/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=8984261611277110596' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/8984261611277110596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/8984261611277110596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2009/03/tu-ce-faci-cand-ei-te-au-dezamagit.html' title='tu ce faci cand ei te au dezamagit?'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SbEDGiiMWGI/AAAAAAAAAXM/V4ChI1_hb1k/s72-c/7abVkL257832-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-5982122544812885351</id><published>2009-03-05T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T00:50:13.035-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leapsa'/><title type='text'>LeApSa:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SbA3h8vnGYI/AAAAAAAAAXE/ancFTCWIr2E/s1600-h/big_smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309805017050847618" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SbA3h8vnGYI/AAAAAAAAAXE/ancFTCWIr2E/s200/big_smile.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 128px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 128px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;6(sau sashaaa-cum ar zice babe-) lucruri care ma fac sa zambesc:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;-ma fac sa zambesc diminetile de sambata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;-ma face sa zambesc sms-ul de la babe (in care ma trezeste pe la 2 noapteadoar sa mi zica "fata ce proasta-s am dat cu capul de usa de la baie)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;-ma fac sa zambesc gama diversificata de minti "normale si logice" care ma inconjoara(ma amuza teribil oamenii in armonia lor cu lumea)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;-ma face sa zambesc(si cu sufletul) marea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;-ma face sa zambesc orice lucru marunt( e tot ce lumea nu mi poate lua)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;-ma face sa zambesc ..nu ma pot abtine(am incercat sincerX( ) ciocolata:X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-5982122544812885351?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/5982122544812885351/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=5982122544812885351' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/5982122544812885351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/5982122544812885351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2009/03/leapsad.html' title='LeApSa:D'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SbA3h8vnGYI/AAAAAAAAAXE/ancFTCWIr2E/s72-c/big_smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-4131790927648215837</id><published>2009-03-02T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T00:50:22.766-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='el/ea'/><title type='text'>el/ea...:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SawDan3dgOI/AAAAAAAAAW8/u1LPXdXzStM/s1600-h/DSC04480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308621816676057314" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SawDan3dgOI/AAAAAAAAAW8/u1LPXdXzStM/s200/DSC04480.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 150px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;El : ...si martie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Ea : si soare..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;El : al tau?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Ea : va fi :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;El : ma uimesti..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Ea : al nostru..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;El : al tau...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-4131790927648215837?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/4131790927648215837/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=4131790927648215837' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/4131790927648215837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/4131790927648215837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2009/03/elea.html' title='el/ea...:)'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SawDan3dgOI/AAAAAAAAAW8/u1LPXdXzStM/s72-c/DSC04480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-6930898978813619216</id><published>2009-02-25T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T00:51:36.361-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'>eu..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SaWYEhr8fEI/AAAAAAAAAWc/-WLyp4yv2FA/s1600-h/DSC06675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306814939455585346" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SaWYEhr8fEI/AAAAAAAAAWc/-WLyp4yv2FA/s200/DSC06675.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 150px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver; font-size: 85%;"&gt;X&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; mă insultă. Sunt gata să-l pălmuiesc. După ce mă gândesc, renunţ. Cine sunt? Care e adevăratul meu eu: cel care ripostează sau cel care se retrage? Prima mea reacţie e întotdeauna energică; urmatoarea, moale. Ceea ce se cheamă "înţelepciune" nu e, în fond decât un veşnic "după ce mă gândesc", adică nonacţiunea ca prim gest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-6930898978813619216?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/6930898978813619216/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=6930898978813619216' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/6930898978813619216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/6930898978813619216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2009/02/eu_25.html' title='eu..'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SaWYEhr8fEI/AAAAAAAAAWc/-WLyp4yv2FA/s72-c/DSC06675.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-3439438997230437483</id><published>2009-02-24T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T08:47:25.707-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leapsa'/><title type='text'>LeApSa:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sunt...&lt;/strong&gt; dusa cu capu.(but everybody knows that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aş vrea...&lt;/strong&gt;sa comercializez sentimente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Păstrez...&lt;/strong&gt; amintiri unui copil naiv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mi-aş fi dorit...&lt;/strong&gt;sa fi ras mai mult,sa fi simtit mai putin,sa nu fi refuzat bucata aia de ciocolata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nu îmi place...&lt;/strong&gt;sa fiu mintita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mă tem...&lt;/strong&gt;ca ma limitez la prea putin...sau ca visez la prea mult..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aud...&lt;/strong&gt;mereu...cum imi canta prietenii mei imaginari:X "I got my mind set on you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Îmi pare rău că&lt;/strong&gt;...ma maturizez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Îmi plac&lt;/strong&gt;...ciocolata,caramelul,ideile bune,tigarile cu alcool,somnul,idea de iubire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nu sunt&lt;/strong&gt;...asa cum mi as fi dorit...(sunt mai mult decat atat:D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dansez&lt;/strong&gt;...mai tot timpul:))..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cânt...&lt;/strong&gt;ca un butoi..de fapt mai rau..ca o ciubota...dar asta ma face sa rad:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Niciodată....&lt;/strong&gt;nu mai spun niciodata(mi s a dovedit de prea multe ori=)) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rar...&lt;/strong&gt; plang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plâng când privesc&lt;/strong&gt;...in cimitirul meu cu amintiri( se intampla rar;)) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nu îmi place de mine pentru că..&lt;/strong&gt;sunt prea copil,prea naiva..pentru tot ce ma inconjoara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunt confuză...&lt;/strong&gt;cand trebuie sa aleg intre milka de caramel sau inghetata de caramel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am nevoie&lt;/strong&gt;... de zambetul meu(mereu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ar trebui...&lt;/strong&gt;sa mananc mai multa ciocolata (pentru cat de gretoasa e lumea:) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-3439438997230437483?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/3439438997230437483/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=3439438997230437483' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/3439438997230437483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/3439438997230437483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2009/02/leapsad.html' title='LeApSa:D'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-291699403632535397</id><published>2009-02-22T01:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T00:52:03.017-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fara raspuns'/><title type='text'>corecteaza ma..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SaEiCoJfeQI/AAAAAAAAAV0/HUu2pS0XG8U/s1600-h/DSC00498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305559264551467266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SaEiCoJfeQI/AAAAAAAAAV0/HUu2pS0XG8U/s200/DSC00498.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 150px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Corecteaza ma cand iti spun ca ne am nascut din iubire,la fel demult cum unii s au nascut din ura....ca viata e cea mai frumoasa clipa...si daca nu inveti sa ti o faci prieten...poate fi cel mai obsesiv gand...corecteaza ma daca gresesc cand zic ca timpul ni l am facut partener,sperand ca astfel il avem de partea noastra si ca astfel ne poate oferi mai mult...Curand vei realiza ca indiferent ce este el pentru tine...trece..si lasa urme...insa de tine depinde ce fel de urme si cat de profunde..timpul te invata sa uiti......sa regreti..sa iubesti mai mult ceea ce te inconjoara in prezent...de ce pierzi secunde/minute/ore..din prezent planificand viitorul...Si colaborarea asta cu timpul...ti se pare una dintre cele mai bune reusite ale tale...copil prostut...timpul trece..iti ofera vise...care usor ti le transforma in cosmaruri...perfecte...stie sa te puna pe scena lui..si sa se joace cu tine...ajungand sa te izbeasca intr o mocirla...frumos..planuita impreuna cu el...Timpul nu vindeca....doar naivii spera ca el va aduce fericirea,in timp ce ei stau si asteapta...timpul n a urma nici un curs de terapie a sufletelor,nici o lectie de consultanta mentala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Corecteaza ma daca gresesc cand iti spun ca indiferent cu cine ne aliem...singuri trecem prin cele mai dure situatii...acelea in care nimeni nu ti poate lua durerea,in care nimeni nu ti poate da iluzia perfecta a unui "ceva mai bun"..in care visele pierd in fata cosmarului realitatii...Toti din jur iti dau sfaturi...care sunt perfecte...dar nu perfecte si pentru tine..nu ai puterea sa le aplici...comoditatea situatiei in care te afli iti dicteaza reflexul de a "te complace"..si timpul trece....si corecteaza ma daca gresesc cand iti spun ca pierzi secunde bune..doar..stand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Corecteaza ma daca gresesc cand iti spun ca indiferent de ce esti,faci sau nu faci..esti insotit permanet de vise....pacat..va fi prea tarziu..si te rog corecteaza ma daca voi fi gresit...cand vei invata sa ti traiesti visul..in realitatea care te inconjoara...sa ti iei visele si sa le impletesti intr un frumos joc ,care sa starneasca invidia celor ce le au lasat undeva pe drum,iar timpul(colaboratorul perfect) le a luat..le a dus...in trecut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;...Si in sfarsit...promit ca te voi corecta daca vrei gresi spunand ca renunti...voi incerca...si daca totusi..vei renunta...voi intelege...asa cum inteleg mereu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-291699403632535397?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/291699403632535397/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=291699403632535397' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/291699403632535397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/291699403632535397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2009/02/corecteaza-ma.html' title='corecteaza ma..'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SaEiCoJfeQI/AAAAAAAAAV0/HUu2pS0XG8U/s72-c/DSC00498.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-388046882359990785</id><published>2009-02-15T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T00:52:20.550-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='el/ea'/><title type='text'>el/ea...:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SZh4jpG0yFI/AAAAAAAAAUs/y6AKmYfoP0o/s1600-h/DSC06630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303121114953992274" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SZh4jpG0yFI/AAAAAAAAAUs/y6AKmYfoP0o/s200/DSC06630.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 150px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;El: si...cum a fost?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Ea: :)..as vrea sa pot zice.."bine"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;El: ma faci sa rad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Ea: bine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;El: ai zis "bine" ;))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Ea: as vrea sa fi fost "bine"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;El: va fi..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Ea:..urasc speranta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;El: atunci lupta:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;Ea: iar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;El has signed out(15/02/2009 DOI:00 PM)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-388046882359990785?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/388046882359990785/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=388046882359990785' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/388046882359990785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/388046882359990785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2009/02/elea_15.html' title='el/ea...:)'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SZh4jpG0yFI/AAAAAAAAAUs/y6AKmYfoP0o/s72-c/DSC06630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-2548437261460947346</id><published>2009-02-13T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T00:52:32.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>14 feb...so uat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SZVwBQyMa4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/WbcSBBvjgd8/s1600-h/Emo_Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302267303286303618" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SZVwBQyMa4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/WbcSBBvjgd8/s200/Emo_Love.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 134px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Mda...si uite a venit si,de fapt e maine,sfantul valentin(chiar am o cunostinta cu numele asta:-? )...Pentru prima data dupa cativa ani Sf Valentin m a prins...singura...linistita,fericita..singura(am mai zis asta parca).Ma lovit din plin marketingul agresiv....Ma plimbam azi prin Selgros,Kaufland,Mall(nu cautam cadou petru ziua de 14,in nici un caz..ci ceva dragut pentru prietena mea a carei zi a fost pe 12 si urmeaza sa o sarbatorim pe 14..in completarea cadoului)...ma rog...ce sa zic...mi s a facut greata de la atata "dulcegarii"..de la mainile impreunate ale 2 persoane de sex opus,de zambete cat fata,de chichoteli in fata rafturilor cu diverse kkt-uri in forma de inimioara....A da...am ramas uimita cate chestii in forma de inimioara pot crea marile companii..nu zic...ok e un moment perfect sa manipulezi masa(care este"legata" de o alta persoana)..nu zic,e un moment perfect sa ti pui la bataie creativitatea incat sa sensibilizezi orice tanara domnisoara in cautare de ceva"micutz,dragutz,finutz,gingas" care sa smulga multumiri ,zambete si multe saruturi de la partener...inteleg oportunitatea comerciantillor care si rotunjesc bine conturile pana in ziua de 14..ii inteleg,si e normal..daca masa cere..i se da..contra cost(dar cine se uita la bani cand vine vorba de persoana iubita)....De unde pornisem?...aa..de la diversele chestioare...si ma uitam cu ochii cat cepele la cutiile frumos ambalate in care luceau ciocolatelele in forma de inimioara...la tortuletzul de ciocolata in forma de inimioara...la conffeti in forma de inimioara...acadele in forma de inimioara..accesorii..cutiute,pungute,felicitari,rame,canite,farfuriute,lenjerie intima,tricouase,lumanarele,breloc...ursuleti,pernute..toate in forma sau pline cu inimi..inimi in stanga in dreapta pe raftul de sus pe cel de jos..hopa si doi ciudati cate poarta un carton frumos decupat in jumatati de inima...inimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii...peste tot,oriunde....M a luase cu ameteala sincer sa va zic,cautam o bucata de ciocolata,o bucata tampita de ciocolata...si hopa...tot raftul cu milka,raffaello..era prin de inimioare tampite ...si mi ziceam in gand"Andreea doar n oi fi proasta sa ti cumperi si sa manaci inimi,poate se termina stocul si ultimul indragostit vine in graba si hopa tu i ai luat ultima surpriza pentru prietena sa,sau poate aia de la casa iti va zambi ironic("uite indragostita")...am gasit in spate pe un raft o ramasita de milka de caramel,si aia strivita de inimioarele de ciocolata milka...De vreo saptamana netul inunda in mesaje,concursuri,inimioare..ca sa te pregateasca psihic pentru ziua de 14...vitrinele,tejghelele,statiile de tramvai/autobuz,email-uri etc au fsot invadate de inimile rosii prost vopsite desenate..Prea mult rosu,parca as fi intr un spital in tot orasul,si suntem in epoca transplanturilor de inimi...E trist ca avem nevoie de "24 de ore" &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SZVwIlj1HrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/QPZNgj-kmlQ/s1600-h/emo_love--large-msg-11805805474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302267429122285234" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SZVwIlj1HrI/AAAAAAAAAUc/QPZNgj-kmlQ/s200/emo_love--large-msg-11805805474.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 132px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oficiale pentru a abunda in dragoste,saruturi,atingeri,declaratii,sex...e trist ca oamenii nu si dau seama de proportia de 99,9% de comert...ca o dam in extrem de multe dulcegarii,si sentimente(daca sunt sentimente) facute publice...De ce nu avem si o zi a oamenilor singuri,sau a despartirilor...dc?..probabil pentru ca nimeni nu ar avea ce vinde,pentru ca nimeni nu ar avea ce cumpara,pentru ca "nu da bine pe ecran"...pentru ca nu facem "rating" pentru ca profitul nu va creste,pentru ca prostia omului are nevoie de inca unul ca sa se incurajeze in a creste in prostie..pentru ca.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;  Oricum va urez succes in ambuscada de inimi.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O sa raman acasa de ziua iubirii… O sa raman acasa de teama ca nu cumva vreun agent de vanzari mai dedicat sa-mi bage ranjind vreo inima pe gat…sau sa castig vreo excursie in "doi" la Paris..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-2548437261460947346?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/2548437261460947346/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=2548437261460947346' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/2548437261460947346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/2548437261460947346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2009/02/14-febso-uat.html' title='14 feb...so uat?'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SZVwBQyMa4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/WbcSBBvjgd8/s72-c/Emo_Love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-7220955367373040916</id><published>2009-02-06T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T01:44:07.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>el/ea...:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SYwFCl21byI/AAAAAAAAATk/brqKBrPQ5Qk/s1600-h/DSC04249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299616403588214562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SYwFCl21byI/AAAAAAAAATk/brqKBrPQ5Qk/s200/DSC04249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;El: am auzit ca esti iarasi singura...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ea: mereu am fost:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;El: si eu?..si ei?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ea: :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;El: esti singura..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ea: mereu am fost...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-7220955367373040916?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/7220955367373040916/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=7220955367373040916' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/7220955367373040916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/7220955367373040916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2009/02/elea_06.html' title='el/ea...:)'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SYwFCl21byI/AAAAAAAAATk/brqKBrPQ5Qk/s72-c/DSC04249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-5149429984967838697</id><published>2009-02-04T12:17:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T00:53:05.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ten rules..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SYn9BVdPZnI/AAAAAAAAATU/T2UCvftoHL4/s1600-h/DSC06416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299044635959584370" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SYn9BVdPZnI/AAAAAAAAATU/T2UCvftoHL4/s200/DSC06416.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 150px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. In primul rand..n o lasa sa bea..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. Si cand bea..car o pe umar..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;3.Pregateste-te sa intri la puscarie.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;4.Nu te astepta la prea mult ajutor din partea tatalui&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;5.Daca ai impresia ca stii ce urmeaza sa se intample...gresesti.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;6. Cand o dor picioarele..fa schimb de pantofi cu ea..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;7.Continua sa ti repeti aceeasi fraza:"Totul face parte din farmec"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;8.In a 33 a zi impreuna...adu i un singur fir de trandafir...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;9.Daca iti spune ca te va omori sa nu presupui ca e o metafora..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;10.Ii place sa scrie...incurajeaz o..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Si in final timpul petrecut cu ea..va fi cel mai fericit din viata ta/"111&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-5149429984967838697?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/5149429984967838697/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=5149429984967838697' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/5149429984967838697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/5149429984967838697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2009/02/ten-rules_04.html' title='ten rules..'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SYn9BVdPZnI/AAAAAAAAATU/T2UCvftoHL4/s72-c/DSC06416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-7161671932301439612</id><published>2009-02-01T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T00:53:18.938-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='el/ea'/><title type='text'>el/ea...:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SYYQs1rDGHI/AAAAAAAAATE/DEX7AtNUbdc/s1600-h/DSC06376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297940374155892850" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SYYQs1rDGHI/AAAAAAAAATE/DEX7AtNUbdc/s200/DSC06376.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 150px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Ea: ce vreme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;El: buna vis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Ea: :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;El: ..la fel de tare doare?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Ea: doar cand uit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;El: noteaza ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Ea: poti tu sa ti notezi sentimente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;El: ti le pastrez eu atunci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Ea: doare..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;El: ploua..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Ea: m am saturat de atata ploaie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;El: nu...chiar ploua..uitate pe fereastra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Ea:..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;El: pe mai tarziu vis..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Ea: sa le tii bine ...te rog...sa nu cada(iar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-7161671932301439612?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/7161671932301439612/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=7161671932301439612' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/7161671932301439612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/7161671932301439612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2009/02/elea.html' title='el/ea...:)'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SYYQs1rDGHI/AAAAAAAAATE/DEX7AtNUbdc/s72-c/DSC06376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-6809789914664403065</id><published>2009-01-27T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T01:26:51.005-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='el/ea'/><title type='text'>..:)..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SX7TTvVrhKI/AAAAAAAAASk/8iIfqJ-jf14/s1600-h/Picture+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295902547912656034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SX7TTvVrhKI/AAAAAAAAASk/8iIfqJ-jf14/s320/Picture+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;El: ce vreme!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ea: ploua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;El: si afara si n mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ea: esti beat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;El: as vrea sa fiu...de fericire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ea: ploua nu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;El: e rece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ea:n ai invatat ca umbrela te apara de ploaie(de rece)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;El: nu mai am umbrela..de mult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ea:ti o imprumut pe a mea cat ploua(-n tine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;El: si tu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ea:m am invatat cu ploaia,cu rece..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;El:ploua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ea: scutur umbrela de praf(ul amintirii)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-6809789914664403065?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/6809789914664403065/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=6809789914664403065' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/6809789914664403065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/6809789914664403065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_27.html' title='..:)..'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SX7TTvVrhKI/AAAAAAAAASk/8iIfqJ-jf14/s72-c/Picture+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-7775628980163714107</id><published>2009-01-22T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T13:40:06.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LeApSa:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SXjnCX0YANI/AAAAAAAAARU/zDnj3-h5ve0/s1600-h/DSC04650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294235389913465042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SXjnCX0YANI/AAAAAAAAARU/zDnj3-h5ve0/s200/DSC04650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Ce iti place sa faci atat de mult, incat ai plati pentru asta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sa rad...deja platesc pentru asta:-ss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Daca ai afla astazi ca mai ai de trait exact 5 ani, ce ai face incepand de maine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;M as duce la examenul de publicitate si i as zambi profei stiind ca indiferent de rezultat n o sa ajung la sf de master,deci whatever=))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Daca ai castiga un milion de euro neimpozabil, ai continua sa faci ce faci acum?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ce fac acum? :-??...da:-s cred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4.Peste 15 ani, ce ai vrea sa scrie pe prima pagina despre tine, in cel mai important ziar din tara? Care ar fi titlul articolului?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rotaru Andreea:singurul actionar al fabricilor de ciocolata din intreaga lume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Ce vrei sa spuna prietenii tai despre tine la ceremonia ta funerara?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ticaloasa norocoasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Dar pe piatra ta funerara ce vrei sa scrie despre tine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nebuna.Aici odihneste repuatia unui strumf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Cand erai mica ce le raspundeai celor mari la intrebarea: Tu ce vrei sa te faci cand vei fi mare?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fericita:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8. Ce ai face daca ai sti absolut sigur, dincolo de orice dubiu, ca este imposibil sa esuezi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As incerca sa eseuz,de dragul distractiei:)).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9. Ce ai vrea sa le spuna copiii tai nepotilor tai despre tine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aveti reputatia lu bunica,asa ca cultivati ciocolata in orice suflet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De ce?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De ce?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De ce?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-7775628980163714107?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/7775628980163714107/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=7775628980163714107' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/7775628980163714107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/7775628980163714107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2009/01/leapsad.html' title='LeApSa:D'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SXjnCX0YANI/AAAAAAAAARU/zDnj3-h5ve0/s72-c/DSC04650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-1889632400141813130</id><published>2009-01-22T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:26:23.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SXieJhv32CI/AAAAAAAAARM/7y1nIvfwLPQ/s1600-h/modif+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294155248489191458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SXieJhv32CI/AAAAAAAAARM/7y1nIvfwLPQ/s400/modif+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8727340762179528599-1889632400141813130?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/1889632400141813130/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=1889632400141813130' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/1889632400141813130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/1889632400141813130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_22.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SXieJhv32CI/AAAAAAAAARM/7y1nIvfwLPQ/s72-c/modif+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-4394111763460850931</id><published>2009-01-20T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T11:22:24.462-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prietenie'/><title type='text'>13(acusi 14)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..Ma uit in jur...ma uit la prieteni amici,cunostinte,colegi,fosti colegi etc...Vorbeam cu cineva ca o persoana nu poate avea mai mult de 2 prieteni...desi suntem cel mai evoluat animal,inzestrat cu inca o functie a limbii...pe care ne o dezvoltam,cizelam si ajungem chiar sa ne sugrumam functia,de la prima zi de viata pana la ultima...hmm...Eu cred ca D-zeu m a omis...cred ca..nu m a vazut cand am iesit din aria Lui de lucru cand a dat oamenilor aceasta "regula"..Am 3 persoane care mi sunt cele mai prietene...si sper sa nu-L "sifonez" acum ca vede ca sunt greseala din lucrarea Lui armonioasa si divina,si sper sa ma lase "greseala" Lui ,pentru ca daca tot suntem noi facuti dupa asemanarea si chipul sau..si cum noi gresim(si inca mai mult decat reparam greselile facute)..deci si el are "dreptul"(Doamne nu te supara ca &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SXY4LGDyiaI/AAAAAAAAARE/Fl5IqfcrxpE/s1600-h/img001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293480175276820898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SXY4LGDyiaI/AAAAAAAAARE/Fl5IqfcrxpE/s200/img001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nu Ti dau eu drepturi dar chiar nu stiu cum as putea sa formulez mai siropos:-ss ) de a gresi.Acum 13 ani(acusi 14) faceam cunostinta cu colega de clasa(intai) si prietena mea pe viata...O uram,era colega din banca a patra(eu stateam in prima banca) care controla temele la matematica pe randul meu...si doamnee cat de atenta era daca erau toate cele 2 exerciti executate asa cum doamna invatoare ne aratase pe tabla ruginita..si..nu stiu cum...verificarea aia zilnica si tampita a temei mele..ne a facut sa devenim prietene...cele mai bune prietene...suna siropos si dau spre manea..dar...cred ca am dreptul....sunt 13 ani(acusi14) in care mi am castigat dreptul de a fi siropoasa cand vine vorba de vasea..Vasea...o cheama Oana...de unde si pana unde Vasea..nici una nu ar putea sa zica exact:))...Asa cum nici n as putea sa stiu momentul in care am constientizat ca am o "cea mai buna prietena"..sa fi fost oare petrecerea din clasa a3 sau a 4 cand dansam ca 2 idioate cu ,colegii nostri unul si unul..sa fie oare excursia din clasa a 4 pe care eu nu mi o amintesc dar ea ma asigura ca am fost...sa fi fost ora de fizica cand imi facea ea experimentele si mi scria si formula pe caiet si i zicea profului(ca ea era sefa de grupa) ca stiu tot ca sunt pregatita si apta pentru orice problema de fizica...sa fie oare lucrarea de la fizica cand mi am pus fitzuica in coperta(trasnparenta de la carte) si in care trageam amandoua de carte cand proful a vrut sa o ia de pe banca noastra sa ne dicteze problema(se uita omul la noi ca la 2 infometate de fizica care nu se puteau dezlipi de cartea de formule)..sa fi fost oare orele de geografie in care faceam curat in cabinetul profului(eram fetele cu harta) si ii cautam prin geanta si ne prosteam prin cabinet...sa fi fost..pauzele in care stateam ca "fetele" pe sala..poate poate..om trezi interesul vreounui baiat din clasele mai mari..sau pauzele in care coboram la etajul unul la magazin doar ca sa trecem sa vedem baietii frumosi de acolo:X...sau pauzele in care am mers sa fumam pentru prima data(ca era la moda si cum copilele vor sa fie in trend nu se puteau lasa mai prejos)...sa fi fost oare atunci cand chiuleam de la desen..si nu ajungeam in fata cinematografului ca ne si intorceam("daca ne pune absent:-sss " )....da..nu prea eram noi in stare sa chiulim(tre sa recunosc)...sau sa fi fost oare orele in salile de net(era un trend pe atunci) cand radeam de toti prostii care ne credeau blonde de 21 de ani modele internationale si carora le dadeam intalnire si pe langa care treceam si radeam....sa fi fost oare ziua cand ne am dus cu revista (pe coperta careia era tipa de la TATU aia cu parul scurt) la coaforul din colt si am zis raspicat"asa vrem sa aratam" si dupa ce am renuntat la aproape 84% din podoboaba capilara stateam in fata oglinzii si bocind incercam sa ne facem sa aratam cat de cat normal(dar cine a intrat a 2 a zi in clasa frizate:&amp;gt; )....sau sa fi fost oare prima data cand ne am imbatat cu polar ,bere,vin si saniuta(prin a 7 a cred) si cand bunica ei ne dadea pastile(pentru ca credea ca suntem racite)....sa fi fost oare banchetul dintr a 8 a cand( nu mi amintesc tot ce stiu e ca a fost tare si ca a inceput instantantaneu sa boceasca :)) dupa omu din armata)...sa fi fost oare primul an de liceu cand boceam amandoua la telefon de cat de dezamagite eram de prima zi de liceu...sa fi fost oare toate noptile cand stateam sa ne facem planuri marete de viitor....sa fi fost oare concertul de la mine din camere("Tatarasiul e cu noi?" ) sau sedintele de spiritism sau plimbarea prin cartier inarmate pana in dinti cu....cutzite lu mama(sa ne aparam in caz ca..)...sa fi fost oare oare noaptea cand ne am speriat de o matza care zgaria pervazul si motiv pentru care l am vazut pe tatal ei in chiloti(l am trezit sa ne apere de"violentul agresivul amenintatorul....matz:-ss )...sa fi fost oare...seara cand ne am imbatat pentru a doua oara (si dupa care n am mai mancat pizaa-long story,poate v o povestesc odata)....sau oare datile cand ne adunam noi 2 la barfa...sau datile cand ma aranja ca un adevarat make-up artist si hairstylist ce este.si ma facea sa mi palca de mine...As mai continua...dar nu pot toate fi povestite;))....am o multime de amintiri placute...Ciudat..nu mi amintesc nici o cearta,foarte ciudat...Nu stiu cand,cum au trecut 13 ani...parca ieri era la banca mea si mi cerea tema si eu ma uitam chioras la ea....13 ani in care am trecut prin absolut orice..a fost acolo cand am avut cele mai mari bucurii si cele mai bocitoare nopti(daca mi se permite)...Ce e si mai surprinzator..este cat de firesc au decurs toate..fara sa ne chinuim sa facem ceva....E de ajuns sa ne privim si sa stim ce si cum gandim....Si e ciudat ca stiu ca..vom fi prietene la fel de bune si peste 50 de ani..si deja avem planuri cum si ce facem cu copii si sotii:) ( daca o sa ii avem)...E ciudat sa realizez ca cel mai bun lucru pe care l am cladit..este prietenia cu vasea...Si e ciudat sa stiu ca sunt multi care ne invidiaza,care se mira....Acusi facem 14 ani..si cum zicea si vasea...trebuie sa ne facem buletin:))....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/8727340762179528599-4394111763460850931?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/4394111763460850931/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=4394111763460850931' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/4394111763460850931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/4394111763460850931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2009/01/13acusi-14.html' title='13(acusi 14)'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SXY4LGDyiaI/AAAAAAAAARE/Fl5IqfcrxpE/s72-c/img001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-3641150716836673139</id><published>2009-01-19T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T08:22:13.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rentabilitatea sufletului...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SXSoatjkfGI/AAAAAAAAAQc/WAJOUzoS1dU/s1600-h/JustLeaveMeAlone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293040638926027874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SXSoatjkfGI/AAAAAAAAAQc/WAJOUzoS1dU/s200/JustLeaveMeAlone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;citeam pe un site..ca cica ziua de 19 ianuarie ar fi cea mai deprimanta zi din istoria omeniri..ca vezi doamne!..au ajuns specialisti la concluzia ca azi toti oamenii resimt criza mai profund decat au facut o pana acum la fel si efectele ei ,datoriile,vremea,munca etc. Milioane de oameni din intrega lume se vor simti atat de rau, incat vor decide sa nu se ridice din pat astazi. De asemenea, potrivit cercetarilor, un sfert dintre muncitori se vor invoi astazi de la munca, invocand "probleme medicale"...hmm si daca asta v a mirat pana acum..stati ca vine si cireasa de pe tort...Am citit cu uimire cum pshilogul cutare a descoperit ca astazi va fi cea mai deprimanta zi..cum?!...pe baza unei formule matematice...Adica cum,domnule pshiholog..am ajuns in 2009 sa ni se calculeze suferinta,lenea,depresia prin formule matematice?...Imi puteti calcula si mie procentajul de plictiseala....sau mai bine..imi puteti calcula prin inventiva formula matematica...cea mai fericita zi din viata mea...nu de alta...dar sa stiu..sa ma pregatesc din timp..sa o trec in calendar..poate uit de ea si trec mai departe nestiind ca ea e ce mai fericita zi din viata mea...Si acest domn...daca tot calculati sentimente si emotii...ati putea inventa,daca nu e deja inventata(si atunci imi cer scuze pentru lipsa mea de informare) formula pentru calcularea iubirii armonioase..sa stiu cand sa ma opresc din cautat...sau si mai bine..formula de calculare a compatibiliatii..poate unul dintre toti asta care misuna prin curtea sufletului meu ar fat frumos in print-cersetor si eu aspir mai mult decat mi e lungul nasului...presimt un 2009 plin de sentimente rezultate din formule matematice ale unor.."mari" pshihologi...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ocupata imi calculez rata de sentimente,dobanda de tristete,cota de piata de iubire:-b&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-3641150716836673139?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/3641150716836673139/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=3641150716836673139' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/3641150716836673139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/3641150716836673139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2009/01/citeam-pe-un-site.html' title='rentabilitatea sufletului...'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SXSoatjkfGI/AAAAAAAAAQc/WAJOUzoS1dU/s72-c/JustLeaveMeAlone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-7472835271634292246</id><published>2009-01-17T04:13:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T04:27:30.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..:)..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SXHOp6OD6FI/AAAAAAAAAQM/BDT1esC59Nk/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292238256535234642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SXHOp6OD6FI/AAAAAAAAAQM/BDT1esC59Nk/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;El: Ce faci?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;EA:..;))..ma urc pe nor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;EL: esti nebuna?!...de fapt...asa esti u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;EA: nu prea reusesc eu in fiecare zi..dar incerc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;EL:..esti bine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;EA: da..dc?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;EL:aa nu..aseara a fost vant si minus..si rece..si ma gandeam..ca..poate e de la tine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;EA: :))..nu stii ca am devenit prietena cu noaptea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;EL: nu..n am mai vbit de mult..ce sa mai stiu de tine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;EA: mi e bine..acum..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;EL:..dar maine...ma gandeam..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;EA: maine..u stii cine e maine?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;EL: as vrea sa fie o cafea...la tine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;EA: e 12.00..e maine...vii la o cafea..la mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;EL: ma bucur ca ti e bine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;EL:.ai uitat ca...nu beau cafea:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;EA: mi e bine..maine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;El: ai grija de tine....pentru mine:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;EA: mie bine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-7472835271634292246?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/7472835271634292246/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=7472835271634292246' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-5702673601233475530</id><published>2009-01-15T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T07:50:47.449-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='despre oameni'/><title type='text'>oameni 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SW9bOWO7xdI/AAAAAAAAAPU/QWaSRKDGPro/s1600-h/DSC03515.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291548389228135890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SW9bOWO7xdI/AAAAAAAAAPU/QWaSRKDGPro/s200/DSC03515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mi am skinuit putin blogul,sper sa va placa....da voua...pentru voi am facut asta...oamenii care mi citesc,urasc,inchid deschid ,urmaesc blogul asta de doi lei(cu care mi as putea cumpara niste jeleuri daca stau bine si ma gandesc ..deci tot e bine:D )...Insa revenind la...de fapt ..tot la voi..la mine...la noi..oamenii...Va intrebati oare ce ma mai deranjeaza,ce am mai descoperit,invatat despre ei(adica noi)...Multe...insa..mi e dor...de...ei...de prietenii mei(zicea melodia care m a facut sa scriu pe blog in plina sesiune de sesiune)...Ma gandeam...cui sa multumesc pentru prietenii pe care ii am..Ma roade gandul cateodata...ca nu stiu...cine mi i a facut prieteni..eu pe ei sau ei pe mine...de ce eu sa am parte de ei...de ce nu sunt in stare sa i apreciez,sau mai bine zis sa simta ei ca sunt apreciati...Si pana la urma de ce am ajuns noi prieteni...cu ce sunt eu mai deosebita...de ce ma suna fara motiv,doar ca sa ma faca sa zambesc...de ce cand mi se intampla orice chestie mica(chiar si o parcare amenintata de un politist nervos) o sun pe babe...de ce cand mi se intampla o porcarie de care rad singura pe strada o sun pe luta si de ce daca am chef sa ma auda plangand cineva o sun pe uana..de ce cand am chef sa vad lucrurile asa cum as trebui sa le vad o ascult pe miha nervoasa cum imi explica ea ...si de ce cand am chef sa rad de altii...vorbesc cu alex...Oricum v am mai zis de ei...aa..daca stau si ma gandesc ..n am mentionat de baietii...da...am devenit in ultimul timp si prietena celor cu 2 capuri(inutile in 80% din timp in care "lucreaza) )..dar am eu langa mine si cateva exceptii..cu care fac toate prostiile ,pichiu,persoana care:-??...hmm sunam aiurea la oameni,vorbim in dialecte ciudate..si...dormim impreuna cand o imbatam pe luta..aa si mergem la restaurante cu specific chinezesc...ca sa radem unii de altii:))... de ce ne am luat de cum ne indelectnicim cu betisoarele si tot asa..ar mai fi cativa..dar nu e momentul sa i mentionez...nu de alta...dar isi cam cer drepturi..pe care le dau..doar atunci cand am eu chef....Si de ce ei...De ce cand strig dupa ajutor...doar ei...De ce cand nu am bani..doar ei...de ce cand plang..ma vad doar ei...Iar cand sunt fericita...imi beau...mintile cu ei....Sunt cei carora pe pasa de mine..cand mi se ineaca visele...Totul devine normal cu ei...de la primul shut,la primul drum,la primul pub,la primul ras de orice kkt,la primul cantat.....Si..nu purtam niciodata fusta...n avem nevoie de impresii de rahat sa cucerim un baiat...Si pana la urma.....Nu poti sa ne desparti...asa cum nu desparti pe ali baba de hoti:))....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O tigara si un sfat...cat de mult au contat:)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-5702673601233475530?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/5702673601233475530/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=5702673601233475530' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/5702673601233475530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/5702673601233475530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2009/01/oameni-5.html' title='oameni 5'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SW9bOWO7xdI/AAAAAAAAAPU/QWaSRKDGPro/s72-c/DSC03515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-5904534668619654165</id><published>2009-01-10T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T12:42:31.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oameni 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SWkHn-Q_i3I/AAAAAAAAAO8/EtJHEOaEsFo/s1600-h/DSC05004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289767620633922418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SWkHn-Q_i3I/AAAAAAAAAO8/EtJHEOaEsFo/s200/DSC05004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...Sunt zile in care nu am chef de nimeni si de nimic..si sunt zile in care...mi e dor de zambetul unui prieten bun...si pana la urma cele mai bune momente sunt cele mai simple..in camera mea cu fetele sau in camerele fetelor cu ele....Atunci si acolo ma simt cel bine si cel mai clad..da..am scris corect..ma simt cald....sunt momente in care renunt la a mai fi rece si nepasatoare..sunt acele clipe cand babe ma face sa rad chiar si de rasul ei...cand vasea ma lasa sa ma joc cu papusile lu sor sa..sau cand lutza ma lasa sa ma dau la pichiu...Si e impresionant sa vezi...cata putere au gesturile simple facute de oamenii dragi...Ma cocot cat mai confortabil in patul unuia si incepem sa radem si vorbim despre vrute si nevrute,despre oameni ciudati,despre sentimente neintelese...si serile umplute cu astfel de buna dispozitie ma fac sa mi apreciez prietenii,in ciuda a ceea ce sunt eu ,in ciuda a ceea ce zic altii despre ei ...Amintirile prezente nu mai dor...pentru ca in ei mi am cladit zidul care sa ma apere de tot ceea ce ar putea sa ma raneasca...pana la urma tot asa am realizat cat imi sunt de dragi...si cat de aproape mi sunt ei...si nu m as vedea azi si acum zambind daca n ar fi fost un babe,un vasea sau un lutza...si n as fi fost eu puternica si n as fi fost eu in stare sa ma opresc in a mi mai face rau...E greu sa ti propui sa nu mai iubesti....e greu pentru ca chiar daca reusesti..vezi in jur ca lumea nu poate trai mult timp fara sa iubeasca...insa...atat timp cat pe patul meu isi vor mai incalzi fundurile babe vasea si lutza...voi continua sa lupt..chiar si cu mine...daca se cere...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-5904534668619654165?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/5904534668619654165/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=5904534668619654165' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/5904534668619654165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/5904534668619654165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2009/01/oameni-4.html' title='Oameni 4'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SWkHn-Q_i3I/AAAAAAAAAO8/EtJHEOaEsFo/s72-c/DSC05004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-4314896435346557865</id><published>2009-01-10T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T07:28:55.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vreau...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SWi918I40nI/AAAAAAAAAO0/HcAsAf_xZmY/s1600-h/DSC03397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289686496720769650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SWi918I40nI/AAAAAAAAAO0/HcAsAf_xZmY/s200/DSC03397.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vreau să plâng pe un umăr de bărbat frumos cu dinţi albi şi picioare nervoase. ..Vreau sa rad din suflet in fata unui barbat matur cu un umor de copil ce i se citeste in zambetul discret cu care ma priveste atunci cand nu i acord atentie...Si as putea continua propozitiile cu "Vreau"..dar stiu ca as taia incet incet si acei barbati care le ar fi trecut prin gand ca as fi "interesant"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Că mă plac cocalarii în călduri am spus-o fără pic de mândrie de foarte multe ori. ..Fără a mă simţi specială în vreun fel fiindcă am atras atenţia unui astfel de animal, în majoritatea cazurilor am luat în glumă toate aborările lor mai mult sau mai puţin necioplite şi-am mers liniştită mai departe. .S au am fost rea si aronganta ..pana si ultimul "berbec" in calduri s a retras de pe frontul "glumitelor" mele ingenios plasate in momente cand credeau ca se aflau pe piedestatul inimilor frante si la bza carora inima mea sustinea gloriosul apogeu...Am auzit vrute si nevrute de la n persoane care mai de care mai pricepute in ale amorului/dragostei/pasiunii animalice...Mi s a zis lucruri de care ma minunez de cate ori am timpul si cheful sa rad("Nu i a placut masina?" ..nu..nu i a placut eul de sine mult prea inalt pentru a ma obosi sa l inteleg,si nu i a placut modul in care vorbeai despre prietenul tau ce l mai bun,si nu mi a placut camasa de manelist..si sa nu uit...masina:)) )....Eih..si cate si mai cate..Si uite asa..andreea mea a devenit asa cum nu ar fi vrut...ironic....Mi am ucis sensibilitatea prin indiferenta..imi consuma mult prea multe resurse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..Schimbările sunt greu de depistat tocmai pentru că nu încep acolo unde vorbesc numai faptele. Mereu va sta ceva la baza gândului, ca la rădăcina unui copac ce s-a uscat sau dimpotrivă, a înflorit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-4314896435346557865?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/4314896435346557865/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=4314896435346557865' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/4314896435346557865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/4314896435346557865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2009/01/vreau.html' title='vreau...'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SWi918I40nI/AAAAAAAAAO0/HcAsAf_xZmY/s72-c/DSC03397.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-5089912576668416272</id><published>2009-01-10T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T05:00:02.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PRima leapsa pe 2009..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SWibx2-fb1I/AAAAAAAAAOs/I38JFdkV__M/s1600-h/Picture+216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289649043220164434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SWibx2-fb1I/AAAAAAAAAOs/I38JFdkV__M/s200/Picture+216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mâncarea anului: Dupa surplusul de "sunculitze" as zice..the one and only...borshullll mamii:X&lt;br /&gt;Băutura anului: hmm..tare asta...Gilmans....prietenii stiu de ce=))(poate comenteaza vreounul:-w)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Party-ul anului: mda..pai..crek singurul pe care nu mi l amintesc...si in care stiu ca m am facut de tot kkt ul:))...si dupa care am stat la coada la niste masini parcate:))...again...prietenii stiu de ce:))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patul anului: a lu var mea..in care stau cu cristi,la povesti:"&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Piesa anului sau artistul anului: artistul anului..eu in masina..si piesa...clar..I got my mind set on you:))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Site-ul anului: Păi... &lt;a href="http://pitzipoanca.org/"&gt;pitzipoanca&lt;/a&gt;:) Habar n-am.&lt;br /&gt;Blogul anului: hmm..parca era unul..ceva de genu...Dorinte,ganduri,pofte,realitati...mda..bunicel...scrie nebuna aia numa tampenii,dragi:"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ruda anului: :)) oare cine?...capusha(si prin analogie pichiu)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gafa anului: A fost sa cred sa sunt iubita,cand era clar...ca eram doar..folosita:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prietena anului: is 2 p langa ruda anului...vasea si babe:"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iubitul anului: The one and only... ..f*uck.:-??..hmm:-ss...nu inteleg termenul..trecem mai departe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Îmbrăcămintea anului: pijamaua de corso=))(everyone knowsX( now)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Excursia anului: brasov=))..pt prima si ultima data cand ma cred sotia lu tarzan:))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vorba anului: am si eu reputatia mea=))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sportul anului: lupta cu realitatea &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Filmul anului: bolt(thx babe:D )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cartea anului: uat?..revistele se pun:-ss?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jocul anului: de a despartirea=))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-5089912576668416272?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/5089912576668416272/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=5089912576668416272' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/5089912576668416272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/5089912576668416272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2009/01/prima-leapsa-pe-2009.html' title='PRima leapsa pe 2009..'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SWibx2-fb1I/AAAAAAAAAOs/I38JFdkV__M/s72-c/Picture+216.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-426640712457107941</id><published>2008-12-15T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T11:09:35.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SUarZVVchuI/AAAAAAAAAOE/hAWc8NvtMA0/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280096064850659042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SUarZVVchuI/AAAAAAAAAOE/hAWc8NvtMA0/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..primul fulg de zapada....mi a adus linistea:)....mi a adus privirea ta....si timpul trece....si fulgul se transforma-n nea:X....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nici nu stii de cate ori mi-ai adus in vise flori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-426640712457107941?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/426640712457107941/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=426640712457107941' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/426640712457107941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/426640712457107941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SUarZVVchuI/AAAAAAAAAOE/hAWc8NvtMA0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-3591096981432625864</id><published>2008-12-08T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T05:53:22.825-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ganduri'/><title type='text'>gandul de luni..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SUO-Kn-ZIQI/AAAAAAAAAN8/6jH1SfgaYJ8/s1600-h/DSC03496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279272277946999042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SUO-Kn-ZIQI/AAAAAAAAAN8/6jH1SfgaYJ8/s200/DSC03496.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;viata merge mai departe .....iar eu ma duc cu ea.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-3591096981432625864?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/3591096981432625864/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=3591096981432625864' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/3591096981432625864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/3591096981432625864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2008/12/gandul-de-luni.html' title='gandul de luni..'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SUO-Kn-ZIQI/AAAAAAAAAN8/6jH1SfgaYJ8/s72-c/DSC03496.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-5791303763835560695</id><published>2008-11-17T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T10:35:06.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gandul de luni..</title><content type='html'>sunt plina de falsa compatamire,sunt zero la capitolul convieiuire,in pielea mea ma simt excelent,frecvent distrug vise in mod evident..tehnic...ma inchid ermetic in mine calculand erorile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-5791303763835560695?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/5791303763835560695/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=5791303763835560695' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/5791303763835560695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/5791303763835560695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2008/11/gandul-de-luni_17.html' title='gandul de luni..'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-3069690782261431153</id><published>2008-11-16T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T07:36:04.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oameni 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SSA916GM6bI/AAAAAAAAAMs/sTTsU8LaMfs/s1600-h/th_Dl5fArXFnwZA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269279560361109938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SSA916GM6bI/AAAAAAAAAMs/sTTsU8LaMfs/s200/th_Dl5fArXFnwZA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pauza de o ora...verific mailul si blogul;))...ma uit peste postarile mele,vad cum ma contrazic singura,cum zic ceva,apoi zic ca m am schimbat,apoi revin din nou la prima iubire si tot asa.Imi dau seama ca sunt greu de inteles si nu i de mirare ca oamenii din jur se sperie cateodata de mine,sau ma fac nebuna ;)).Cred,sau imi place sa cred ca sunt in continua schimbare,spre mai bine,deocamdata nu vad acel "bine" din ecuatie,dar inca mai sper ca va fi sau va rezulta. Ma aflu intr un loc,intr un moment,stiu ca desi pare intamplator sa fiu acolo ,nu e deloc asa.Oamenii pe care-i întâlnim la locul şi momentul potrivit nu sunt acolo întâmplător, la fel cum nu sunt nici cei care incomodează. De fapt, starea de spirit dă tonul şi pe ea o alegi mult mai greu pentru că are tendinţa să domine, să cucerească teritoriul ca pe un vas gol ce aşteaptă să fie folosit. Si desi nu sunt acolo intamplator,si si joaca rolul catastrofic sau dimpotriva glorios in viata ta,mare parte din ei sunt cum as zice eu de unica folosinta.Sunt acei oameni pe care ii intalnesti,ii cunosti in anumite momente,zile,secunde care stii si tu si el ca nu se vor mai repeta.Sunt oameni care isi pun amprenta peste sufletul tau si pleaca mai departe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-3069690782261431153?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/3069690782261431153/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=3069690782261431153' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/3069690782261431153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/3069690782261431153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2008/11/oameni-3.html' title='oameni 3'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SSA916GM6bI/AAAAAAAAAMs/sTTsU8LaMfs/s72-c/th_Dl5fArXFnwZA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-7094479094284106636</id><published>2008-11-11T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T10:58:13.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lets talk about me...:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SRnVvsHaBbI/AAAAAAAAAMc/6q7923kCXQ4/s1600-h/smile8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267476254459299250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SRnVvsHaBbI/AAAAAAAAAMc/6q7923kCXQ4/s200/smile8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.If your lover betrayed you, what would your reaction be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;N ar fi,pe moment...dupa...vede el...but..nu e cazu(ca sa par interesanta acum;)) ).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. If you have a dream you'd like to come true, what is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vis?...an incetat sa visez....si totusi in momente bune visez sa am o vacanta la mare de 4 luni pe an.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Whose butt would you like to kick?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mie,poate merg mai departe(asta pozitiv fiind)...ar mai fi..my ex,profului de filosofie,ala care mi o taiat calea in intersectie:-??...si unui "prieten bun"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As cumpara milka si kinder...mi as cumpara o plaja:-??...sau as face un foc cu toti ca sa moara materialistii de ciuda:))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Will your best friend always be your best friend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crek da...cu variatii normal;))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Have you ever been in love with 2 people at once?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E posibil?..:-? nu cred,dar cine stie s o fi inventat si sportul asta extrem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. How long would you wait for someone you really loved?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmm:-?...ma cam plictisesc asteptand deci....dar daca mi da ciocolata,cine stie...o viata:)).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. If you won the lottery, would you quit the job?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Care job...si chiar de l as avea,nu....sa pierd eu invidia,ura de pe fata colegilor si a sefului...no way8-&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Who is on your celebrity top 5 … you know, the ones … that if you ever had an opportunity …&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one:-?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. What sucks the life out of you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prefacutii,fetele naive,barbatii cu eul cat a lu brad pitt,fitotsii,taximetristii,cei care au boala pe femeile la volan:-?..cam atat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. How would you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probabil cu un bou pe canapeaua din sufragerie,cu frigideru plin de ciocolata si ou kinder,iar eu jucandu ma WII cu copilul(a meu sau a boului si al "vecinei").:))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. What is your greatest fear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sa se epuizeze resursele de ciocolata din lume:-ss..I'd kill myself:-ss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Would you rather be single and rich or married but pour?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm...Acu un an as fi zis married but pour..Azi...cred ca s o gasi un ciudat,idiot,prost...sa mi suporte fitzele....macar pentru bani:)).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. What’s the first thing you do when you wake up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pup colgate ul:D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Repet acu un timp as fi zis da...Azi...nu chiar tot..sau tot mai putin cand e vorba de ciocolata:)).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Is your career vitally important to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ar fi..dar nu o lasa lenea din mine sa se manifeste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing someone has done?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu..vorba aia..fie roata si patrata tot se-ntoarce ea odata...but..never say never.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Do you prefer being single or having a relationship?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Single in a relationship:D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-7094479094284106636?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/7094479094284106636/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=7094479094284106636' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/7094479094284106636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/7094479094284106636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2008/11/lets-talk-about-med.html' title='lets talk about me...:D'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SRnVvsHaBbI/AAAAAAAAAMc/6q7923kCXQ4/s72-c/smile8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-3632079270177847927</id><published>2008-11-10T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T10:10:40.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gandul de luni...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SRhcSD8_p4I/AAAAAAAAAMU/rYe9j9ww8Z0/s1600-h/Broken_heart--large-msg-120096802138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267061229578332034" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px; height: 133px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SRhcSD8_p4I/AAAAAAAAAMU/rYe9j9ww8Z0/s200/Broken_heart--large-msg-120096802138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Barbatul pe care il iubesc e cel pe care l-am desenat cu degetul pe un geam aburit, intr-un tren, cand aveam 20 de ani.Tot el e cel pe care mi s-a parut ca-l vad in spatele fiecarui barbat de care m-am indragostit.Daca l-as pune acum alaturi de viata mea, absolut toate amintirile mele ar fugi neputincioase si mirate si i-as ramane in fata doar cu un suflet vizibil. Stiu sigur ca l-ar lua de mana si l-ar face sa zambeasca, stiu sigur ca mintea mea ar fi in sfarsit razbunata pentru toate tampeniile cu care a fost confruntata in alte relatii si stiu sigur ca barbatul pe care-l iubesc s-ar aseza calm si fara ezitare in fata tunurilor cu care altii trag mereu in mine.Pe barbatul acesta il vad de cate ori inchid ochii si el este inventatorul fiorului care-mi strabate chiar acum sira spinarii…Si cand sunt foarte singura, ajunge sa inchid ochii si sa-i zambesc.Barbatul acesta sigur exista.E iubirea vietii mele. Si e chiar acum in mine, alaturi de femeia care mi-a adus aminte ca sunt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-3632079270177847927?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/3632079270177847927/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=3632079270177847927' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/3632079270177847927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/3632079270177847927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2008/11/gandul-de-luni.html' title='gandul de luni...'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SRhcSD8_p4I/AAAAAAAAAMU/rYe9j9ww8Z0/s72-c/Broken_heart--large-msg-120096802138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-1994837509943061585</id><published>2008-11-03T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T23:31:21.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tu vs eu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SQ_6J1Bj2nI/AAAAAAAAAK8/MHI5gzrIsIA/s1600-h/DSC03394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264701536178788978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SQ_6J1Bj2nI/AAAAAAAAAK8/MHI5gzrIsIA/s200/DSC03394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;TU ai un fel de paradis al tau,in care fiecare miscare trece observata pentru ca asa vrei tu,pentru ca de asta traiesti,sa te faci remarcat....Te privesc in ansamblu ca sa pot gasi la tine acel detaliu pe care as vrea sa l analizez.....nu prezinti nici un detaliu....trist...dorinta ta de imitare nu te lasa sa trezesti vreun sentiment fie el si de indignare...Asa te au construit altii pana la urma,si desi ei privesc la tine ca la o opera magnifica la care au lucrat timp indelungat cu gandurile tale ,cu comportamentul tau...acum se bucura ca au resusit ce si au dorit....au cladit in tine ....persoana la care ei au visat....iar tu...te ai lasat modelat,in fiece minut de o vorba,gest,comportament al lor.....Ti s a implementat in noul cip in asa fel incat tu crezi ca te ai format singur,ca asa esti tu pentru ca asa ai ales tu...ironic...si ...trist....Eu....Sunt liberă. Pot alege exact ce-mi place, ce-mi doresc cu adevărat. Tu poţi să mă consideri fiţoasă. Eu îţi spun însă că sunt realistă. Trăiesc într-o lume plină de javre şi nu intenţionez să le îngroş rândurile....Ai fost candva tu...acum...esti....suma ideilor lor:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-1994837509943061585?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/1994837509943061585/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=1994837509943061585' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/1994837509943061585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/1994837509943061585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2008/11/tu-vs-eu.html' title='tu vs eu'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SQ_6J1Bj2nI/AAAAAAAAAK8/MHI5gzrIsIA/s72-c/DSC03394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-800363704955650970</id><published>2008-10-29T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T12:12:34.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>din categoria go traby go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SQi1XFPMmsI/AAAAAAAAAJc/TKX3fZgpyIE/s1600-h/GoTrabyGo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262655572729961154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SQi1XFPMmsI/AAAAAAAAAJc/TKX3fZgpyIE/s200/GoTrabyGo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.copou.ro/blog/category/go-traby-go/"&gt;http://www.copou.ro/blog/category/go-traby-go/&lt;/a&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/8727340762179528599-800363704955650970?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/800363704955650970/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=800363704955650970' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/800363704955650970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/800363704955650970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2008/10/din-categoria-go-traby-go.html' title='din categoria go traby go'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SQi1XFPMmsI/AAAAAAAAAJc/TKX3fZgpyIE/s72-c/GoTrabyGo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-8846074100377086625</id><published>2008-10-29T11:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T11:55:47.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>traby rulzzzzzzzzzzz</title><content type='html'>"it's about a student dream car"..cam asa veti vedea desenat pe un trabant,care se plimba prin iasi,once in a while...Povestea lui....am aflat o chiar de la copilotul soferului trabantului=)),daca mi se permite..(cel care amesteca uleiul cu benzina... metoda destul de grea-fizic-:)) )....Totul a pornit de la o idee..probabil "nascuta" la o bauta...aceea fiind...pe 1 mai sa ajunga la mare....cu ce....cum cu ce?...cu traby...Si uite asa au cautat baietii,si tot au cautat si au gasit the traby,care le va implini visul:)).....traby normal a suferit cateva interventii chirurgicale minore...si au pornit cu...cateva sute de mii si cam vreo 30 de red bull..si..un laptop...au ajuns,normal..traby se tine de cuvant...nu se zice cum au ajuns...dar au ajuns...va recomand sa vedeti toate filmuletzele....acum daca stau sa ma intreb daca vacanta lor a fost mai faina ca a mea...cu sigurantzaaa....:))............BV,love the spirit:D =&gt;&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.copou.ro/blog/category/go-traby-go/"&gt;http://www.copou.ro/blog/category/go-traby-go/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-8846074100377086625?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/8846074100377086625/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=8846074100377086625' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/8846074100377086625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/8846074100377086625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2008/10/traby-rulzzzzzzzzzzz.html' title='traby rulzzzzzzzzzzz'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-1778332645210732042</id><published>2008-10-29T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T02:04:19.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just living my life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SQgnCd2f75I/AAAAAAAAAJM/eODqT1ZDFys/s1600-h/lemon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262499087908859794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SQgnCd2f75I/AAAAAAAAAJM/eODqT1ZDFys/s200/lemon2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;....so live your life. Instead of chasing that paper. ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-1778332645210732042?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/1778332645210732042/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=1778332645210732042' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/1778332645210732042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/1778332645210732042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-living-my-life.html' title='just living my life...'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SQgnCd2f75I/AAAAAAAAAJM/eODqT1ZDFys/s72-c/lemon2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-8077154177969004062</id><published>2008-10-04T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T09:29:32.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Profilul profesional al femeii in functie de zodie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SOeZ1TNgzyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/jxE5oeMf10I/s1600-h/d09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253336631320039202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SOeZ1TNgzyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/jxE5oeMf10I/s200/d09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Astrologia este o stiinta rezultata din mii de ani de studiu, care stabileste un raport intre om si stelele, planetele, etc care il guverneaza.&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta stiinta nu spune totul, insa ne da ocazia de a intelege si a cunoaste un profil profesional al femeii, in functie de data la care s-a nascut.&lt;br /&gt;Berbec&lt;br /&gt;Femeilor berbec le place sa duca la capat ceea ce au inceput, le place sa preia controlul situatiilor in care se afla, si de cele mai multe ori dau impresia ca isi doresc sa fie unice pentru ca sunt intr-o continua cautarea a individualismului. De aceea par egoiste. Par sa nu se potriveasca cu nimeni, exceptie facand sagetatorul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taur Femeile nascute sub acest semn zodiacal sunt foarte rezervate, insa sunt bune colege la serviciu. Sunt cele care isi doresc sa organizeze petreceri si care invita toti colegii. Nu au incredere in nimeni atunci cand vine vorba de bani, si nu le place sa imprumute pe nimeni. Este nevoie de mult timp sa faci femeia taur sa capete incredere sau sa semneze un contract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Gemeni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Femeile gemeni sunt foarte destepte si au un chef nebun de distractie. Sunt compatibile cu orice zodie si pot fi vazute alturi de orice persoana care sa le faciliteze drumul spre ceea ce isi doresc sa faca. Sunt ingenioase si talentate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rac Acestor femei le este greu sa imparta ceva si le place la nebunie sa conduca, pentru ca o fac cu foarte multa naturalete. Nu sunt foarte bine dispuse, iar atunci cand au o problema acasa, vin cu ea si la serviciu. Formeaza o companie sau infiinteaza o afacere doar cu membrii familiei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Leu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Femeile leu cauta in permanenta admiratia celor din jur, cer sa fie elogiate in public pentru ca sunt geloase, posesive si nu au deloc incredere in sine. In cazul in care sefa ta este leu, asteapta-te la ce e mai rau pentru ca au un caracter tare dominant.&lt;br /&gt;Fecioara &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Femeile fecioara sunt niste lucratoare prin excelenta, ele nu vor arunca niciodata in fata cuiva tot efortul si toate problemele survenite la locul de munca. Sunt niste colege foarte bune si sunt mereu dispuse sa colaboreze la proiecte noi.&lt;br /&gt;Balanta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aceste femei sunt foarte sociabile desi uneori nu sunt deloc bine dispuse si nu te poti apropia de ele cu niciun chip. Daca este un lucru care nu le place acela este faptul de nerecunoastere a valorilor sale.&lt;br /&gt;Scorpion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Femeia scorpion iubeste si uraste, este prietena si dusman la birou. Daca isi doresc sa faca ceva, vor gasi mereu un partener perfect pentru acel ceva. Sunt foarte intelegatoare cu colegii de la job.&lt;br /&gt;Sagetator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Femeia sagetator tinde sa fie intr-o dispozitie excelenta , sunt foarte sincere si au o atitudine foarte pozitiva. Genereaza multa energie pozitiva la job pentru ca mereu au o stare de bine. Atunci cand sunt triste se inchid in ele si nu vor sa isi imparta tristetea cu colegii de la job.&lt;br /&gt;Capricorn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Femeile capricorn sunt cele care au sare si piper atunci cand vine vorba de negocieri si job. Le place sa dea sfaturi practice colegilor desi uneori sunt cam cicalioare, ele incearca sa capete o alura de sef asupra vietii noastre. Sunt foarte bune in pozitii de top.&lt;br /&gt;Varsator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Femeile varsator sunt foarte distrate. Aceste native sunt foarte bune in a lucra la proiecte de mare amploare pentru ca au o viziune extraordinara asupra viitorului. Sunt foarte sociabile si nu creeaza probleme pentru ca sunt foarte bine dispuse mereu.&lt;br /&gt;Pesti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aceste native sunt un dezastru cand vine vorba de administrarea banilor. Sunt foarte creative, dependente si afectuoase la birou. Le place sa asculte problemele celorlalti si sa le dea sfaturi ca si cum ar fi terapeut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-8077154177969004062?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/8077154177969004062/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=8077154177969004062' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/8077154177969004062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/8077154177969004062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2008/10/profilul-profesional-al-femeii-in.html' title='Profilul profesional al femeii in functie de zodie'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SOeZ1TNgzyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/jxE5oeMf10I/s72-c/d09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-6195684821566845805</id><published>2008-09-30T05:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T05:26:06.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>el vs ea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SOIa2oaaAUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/qdsZSMEK-yc/s1600-h/break-up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251789641330852162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SOIa2oaaAUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/qdsZSMEK-yc/s200/break-up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Barbatul,datorita eului sau asa-zis "superior",se da dragostei cu prudenta,pastrand rezerve pentru sine,de aceea isi pastreaza,macar partial,ECHILIBRUL.Pe cand noi,femeile,cand iubim,ne dam integral,mistuindu-ne in asa fel incat nu ne ramane decat umbra celor ce am fost"(Mihail Drumes) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-6195684821566845805?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/6195684821566845805/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=6195684821566845805' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/6195684821566845805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/6195684821566845805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2008/09/el-vs-ea.html' title='el vs ea'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SOIa2oaaAUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/qdsZSMEK-yc/s72-c/break-up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-1665489318112610154</id><published>2008-09-26T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T15:24:46.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SN1hJ5UjldI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Sf28VTM2XxQ/s1600-h/5434846-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250459563217622482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SN1hJ5UjldI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Sf28VTM2XxQ/s200/5434846-lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...nu ai vrut sa crezi ca poti sa visezi si -n doi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-1665489318112610154?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/1665489318112610154/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=1665489318112610154' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/1665489318112610154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/1665489318112610154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_26.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SN1hJ5UjldI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Sf28VTM2XxQ/s72-c/5434846-lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-7966691312485739320</id><published>2008-09-24T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T04:08:01.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ghid de supravietuire 1-despartirea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SNoepwaozpI/AAAAAAAAAFs/h71kli2bNgw/s1600-h/Broken-Heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249542018373832338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SNoepwaozpI/AAAAAAAAAFs/h71kli2bNgw/s320/Broken-Heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greseala nr. 1: "Hai sa ramanem prieteni"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este cea mai mare prostie pe care o poti face. Nu ai cum sa ramai prieten(a) cu cineva care tocmai te-a parasit - e valabil pentru amandoi. De obicei te gandesti ca asta e cea mai civilizata metoda, sa ne despartim ca doi adulti, ne vedem, luam masa impreuna, discutam... bla bla. De fapt, in adancul sufletului tau pe de o parte inca il iubesti (si evident ca vazandu-l in fiecare zi intretii "flacara"), pe de alta il urasti de moarte pentru ca te-a parasit. Exista o singura situatie in care acest final de relatie merge, si anume acolo unde nici unul nu a fost prea implicat de la bun inceput, iar atractia s-a stins de la sine si a ajuns oricum in stadiul de prietenie.&lt;br /&gt;Cand treci printr-o despartire, intr-adevar ai nevoie de un prieten care sa-ti fie alaturi. Insa prietenul nu poate fi acelasi care iti provoaca durerea - logic, nu? De aceea, cel mai bun lucru pe care poti sa il faci este sa intrerupi total legaturile cu el, macar pentru un timp ("un timp" inseamna cateva saptamani, cateva luni - in nici un caz doua zile). O sa fie groaznic: o sa-ti fie dor, o sa vrei sa-l suni, o sa te intrebi ce face sau cu cine este in clipa asta, o sa vrei sa te postezi "sub acoperire" in fata casei lui si sa-i urmaresti toate miscarile... ce pot sa spun, mintea femeii infuriate este absolut diabolica . Bineinteles ca nu trebuie sa faci nimic din toate astea. Remedii recomandate:*accepta toate invitatiile in oras (o sa te miri cati prieteni ai de fapt)*schimba ceva in viata ta: serviciul, coafura, stilul de imbracat (in felul asta, la nivel subconstient vei fi o persoana noua, nu te vei mai asocia cu "el")*da-ti voie sa te razbuni, macar metaforic. Aud de multe ori povesti despre X, "care e isterica, draga, a spart toate cauciucurile de la masina prietenului ei cand a parasit-o". Si toti ne gandim: vai, saracuta, are nevoie de psihiatru. Ei bine, eu cred ca tocmai spargand respectivele cauciucuri X s-a eliberat de toata energia negativa si nu o sa mai aiba nevoie de psihiatru deloc. Asta nu inseamna ca te indemnam la acte de vandalism. Insa niste mici ritualuri nevinovate pe care nu le mai stie nimeni - sa-i rupi toate fotografiile, sa-i desenezi colti si coarne in Photoshop si sa arzi toti ursuletii cu "I love you" de la el - sunt acceptabile. Si distractive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Greseala nr. 2: "Nu ma vrei? Las' ca iti arat eu tie ca pot sa am pe cineva mult mai bun!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bineinteles ca poti avea pe cineva mult mai bun, ca doar si tu ai evoluat ca persoana, nu? Esti actuala, activa si atractiva, cum ar spune prietenii nostri de la Cosmo. Dar nu esti deloc pregatita pentru o noua relatie. Dupa despartire, mai ales daca ati fost impreuna mult timp, ai nevoie de timp ca sa te regasesti, sa-ti amintesti cum e sa fii numai tu cu tine, sa iti dai seama cine esti acum, dupa experienta unei relatii serioase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Greseala nr. 3: "Niciodata nu voi mai gasi pe cineva ca el"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bineinteles ca nu vei mai gasi pe cineva ca el. Vei gasi pe cineva mai atent, care te va iubi mai mult si te va face mult mai fericita. Hai sa gandim logic: nimeni nu iese dintr-o relatie in care se simte bine. Oricat de mult te-ar durea, trebuie sa admiti ca nu era fericit cu tine, de asta te-a parasit. In cazul in care el nu era fericit, nu avea cum sa te faca pe tine "happy". In concluzie, mai bine ca s-a terminat. Este preferabil sa fii parasita decat jumatate a unei relatii suferinde.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Concluzie"Despartirile sunt foarte urate!",&lt;/span&gt; cum mi-a spus mie un prieten amarat (ultimele studii au aratat ca si ei sufera !), la un pahar de vin. Dar stiti cum se zice, orice sut in fund e un pas inainte. Si cu cat sutul e mai puternic, cu atat si saltul aferent e mai mare. O despartire nu e neaparat un sfarsit, ci inceputul unei noi etape din viata ta - de cele mai multe ori o etapa mai interesanta si mai infloritoare. Dar asta depinde numai de felul in care privesti tu problema. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-7966691312485739320?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/7966691312485739320/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=7966691312485739320' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/7966691312485739320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/7966691312485739320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2008/09/ghid-de-supravietuire-1-despartirea.html' title='ghid de supravietuire 1-despartirea'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SNoepwaozpI/AAAAAAAAAFs/h71kli2bNgw/s72-c/Broken-Heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-2670370857385547917</id><published>2008-09-23T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T13:31:37.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dragostea n are sfarsit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SNlSA-bbcEI/AAAAAAAAAFk/KFAyTd8c-xY/s1600-h/Broken_heart--large-msg-120096802138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249317017388544066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SNlSA-bbcEI/AAAAAAAAAFk/KFAyTd8c-xY/s320/Broken_heart--large-msg-120096802138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In orice zi m-a luminat un soare...In orice zi am navigat pe-o mare...Cate stele au căzut atatea lacrimi am pierdut...Dar tu n-ai aparut....In orice zi am de trecut o vamă...In orice zi am de inchis o rană...Am să uit tot ce-a durut..am să uit tot ce-am pierdut...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-2670370857385547917?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/2670370857385547917/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=2670370857385547917' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/2670370857385547917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/2670370857385547917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2008/09/dragostea-n-are-sfarsit.html' title='dragostea n are sfarsit'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SNlSA-bbcEI/AAAAAAAAAFk/KFAyTd8c-xY/s72-c/Broken_heart--large-msg-120096802138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-9056018972105247756</id><published>2008-09-10T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T02:44:56.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SMeXFH9V3GI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KITEIEohrs0/s1600-h/DSC039111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244326405387705442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SMeXFH9V3GI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KITEIEohrs0/s200/DSC039111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;time heals ..they say....but also ruins....I think I have changed during the dark weeks of september...i know i did...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-9056018972105247756?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/9056018972105247756/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=9056018972105247756' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/9056018972105247756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/9056018972105247756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2008/09/time.html' title='time..'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SMeXFH9V3GI/AAAAAAAAAE8/KITEIEohrs0/s72-c/DSC039111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-6968017447679927070</id><published>2008-09-06T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T10:02:29.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SMK3nNTWoOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/T5hTfchhS7g/s1600-h/poze+@iul+416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242954800426295522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SMK3nNTWoOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/T5hTfchhS7g/s200/poze+%40iul+416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De multe ori in viata ajungem la extreme,si de multe ori simtim ca nu mai este nimic,ca nu a mai ramas nimic,ca nu vom mai putea merge inainte,si incetam sa credem.Cateodata visele noastre cad la pamant,ca niste bucati de stele care incet incet se sting,inima noastra plange in tacere,iar cand lacrimile cad,inunda tot corpul,iar inima de la atata iubire se transforma in piatra ca sa nu mai sufere,ca sa nu mai planga....Dar daca iti intorci privirea spre cer,iti vei da seama ca iti raman milioane de stele,si si fecare dintre ele este un vis de indeplinit...Sa nu incetezi niciodata sa crezi,pentru ca iubirea si visele tale sunt unica poarta spre eternitate ta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-6968017447679927070?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/6968017447679927070/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=6968017447679927070' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/6968017447679927070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/6968017447679927070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_06.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SMK3nNTWoOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/T5hTfchhS7g/s72-c/poze+%40iul+416.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-6348819328595549479</id><published>2008-09-02T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T01:17:24.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ne mintzim frumos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SLz2jNEJYCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/wZKLn77QlGw/s1600-h/DSC03192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241335151015321634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SLz2jNEJYCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/wZKLn77QlGw/s200/DSC03192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ne mintzim frumos….&lt;br /&gt;Pivesti de fiecare data cu neincredere spre viitor si te raportezi mereu la trecut ca la o Biblie a lucrurilor dovedite,a experientelor consummate si irepetabile.&lt;br /&gt;In fiecare relatie exista un trecut si un viitor insa te intrebi mereu daca nu e doar in mintea ta.&lt;br /&gt;Inceputul e cel mai frumos:flori,intalniri romantice,cadouri,un “te iubesc” spus din senin intr o zi ploioasa in care raiul e acolo….langa el…surprize ce zi de zi iti intaresc convingerea k el e alesul si te intrebi cum ai trait pana acum nestiind acest lucru. Iti placea la nebunie cand iti facea fetze zambitoare in farfurie sau cand iti lasa dimineatza mesaje…&lt;br /&gt;Si acum dupa ce toate gesturile romantice si frumoase au trecut,gandindu te la asta inca mai zambesti discret. Pana la urma ai aflat k fericirea ta se ascunde in trecut ,intr o amintire,intr o scrisoare,intr un biletzel sau intr un mail patrat in inbox&lt;br /&gt;Ce defineste o relatie/..trecut sau viitor?....si daca cele catalogate acum ca amintiri iti aduk bucurie iar perspectivele iti provoaca neliniste si nesigurantza,de unde stii ce sa alegi?...Oare e bine sa mergi mai departe atunci cand te simti zi de zi park incatusata si singura desi tot doi suntetzi?...Are sens o relatie in care fericirea sta in trecut si obisnuitza in viitor?...&lt;br /&gt;Te gandesti ca atunci cand esti adolescent toata viatza ta se invartea in cautarea distractiei,apoi te ai maturizat si ai invatzat sa fii mai precaut.Te uitai inainte sa faci pasul urmator si cateodata nu l faceai delok de teama sa nu te impiedici si sa nu fie nimeni care sa te prinda sa te ajute. Insa in viatza nu exista centura de sigurantza daca esti singur si astfel obisnuitza de acum iti asigura confortul..Acum in ciuda tuturor are cine sa te prinda si in situatiile cele mai grele stii k ai un ajutor.Cu toate k gesturile nu mai exista,surprizele sunt acum prevazatoare,cadourile mici obligatii,diminetile sunt toate pe fuga si uiti pana si sa sarutzi de ramas bun..viitorul tau e sigur si ushor de planificat&lt;br /&gt;Asta ne dorim cu totzii san e putem planifica din timp actiunile pt a nu intampina nici o problema….dar cum ramane cu fluturii din stomac?....traiesc doar o zi apoi se transforma in omizi ,iar u ramai cu sufletul in trecut si cu mintea in viitor iar sclipirea din ochii tai se transforma in oboseala…obosita de tot ce se intampla te indrepti ushor…..spre….el…….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-6348819328595549479?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/6348819328595549479/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=6348819328595549479' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/6348819328595549479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/6348819328595549479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2008/09/ne-mintzim-frumos.html' title='ne mintzim frumos...'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SLz2jNEJYCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/wZKLn77QlGw/s72-c/DSC03192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-4266279335861427670</id><published>2008-08-25T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T06:11:44.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oAmEnI 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SLKu6ZknxlI/AAAAAAAAADI/J2bgLy00v00/s1600-h/DSC02361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238441634905441874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SLKu6ZknxlI/AAAAAAAAADI/J2bgLy00v00/s200/DSC02361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Au trecut cateva luni de la primul text postat despre OaMeNi.Au trecut multe de atunci peste sufletul meu,astfel ca azi am din nou placerea sa vorbesc despre ei,despre noi.Daca atunci ma refeream la persoanele pe care le vad pe strada,la facultate,in baruri,acum ma refer la cei ce m au inconjurat,ma inconjoara si poate ma vor inconjura.Sunt acele persoane pe care le numesti la momentul potrivit prieteni,iubiti,rude,amici,straini(care se vor in anturajul tau).Sunt acele persoane care te stiu,te cunosc,te au facut sa i placi,sa i iubesti,sa le acorzi incredere,sa le spui totul despre tine,sa ai asteptari,sa te faca sa zambesti,sa te bucuri,sa fie acolo pur si simplu.Si e bine si e frumos si razi si ai impresia ca acum e cea mai speciala perioada din viata ta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar cand ei se hotarasc sa plece....cum ramane cu tine,cu tot ce credeai,cu cumulul de sentimente,de asteptari,de vise si planuri,de zambetele pastrate pentru momentul potrivit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se zice ca daca iubirea doare e bine...ca exista pentru oricine persoana potrivita...Se zice ca nu l uiti pe primu...ca al treilea e cel mai bun si pentru totdeauna...Se zice....Dar cum ramane cu ce vrei tu,cu tot ce i in sufletul tau?...Inca iubesc oamenii,pentru ca la cei 20 de ani ai mei,datorita voua am trecut prin toate starile posibile,am probat toate sentimentele posibile...si va multumesc.Azi mi am facut putina curatenie prin raftul de prieteni,am desfiintat raftul cu iubire,si mi am facut un loc special cu cei speciali,si sunt putini,dar atat cat imi trebuie,cat pot face fatza,si le multumesc ca sunt,ca n au uitat ca prietenia dureaza o viata indiferent in ce relatii vom fi,ca daca am nevoie de ei,sunt acolo,ca daca vreau sa plang imi ofera un umar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uite asa a mai trecut o zi,scriu textul de dimineata...e placut sa fii singur cateodata,e placut sa stii ca sunt persoane carora nu le mai prezinti nici un interes peste un timp...e pur si simplu placut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-4266279335861427670?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/4266279335861427670/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=4266279335861427670' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/4266279335861427670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/4266279335861427670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2008/08/oameni-2.html' title='oAmEnI 2'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SLKu6ZknxlI/AAAAAAAAADI/J2bgLy00v00/s72-c/DSC02361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-5235915943243564532</id><published>2008-08-22T07:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T07:33:40.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interviu cu Dumnezeu, de Octavian Paler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SK7OPcG1KfI/AAAAAAAAACo/OOT6oBKHBBs/s1600-h/DSC03178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237350181316667890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SK7OPcG1KfI/AAAAAAAAACo/OOT6oBKHBBs/s200/DSC03178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ai vrea sa-mi iei un interviu, deci... zise Dumnezeu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Daca ai timp... i-am raspuns. Dumnezeu a zambit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Timpul meu este eternitatea... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ce intrebari ai vrea sa-mi pui?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ce te surprinde cel mai mult la oameni? Dumnezeu mi-a raspuns:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Faptul ca se plictisesc de copilarie, se grabesc sa creasca...., iar apoi tanjesc iar sa fie copii; ca isi pierd sanatatea pentru a face bani......iar apoi isi pierd banii pentru a-si recapata sanatatea. Faptul ca se gandesc cu teama la viitor si uita prezentul iar astfel nu traiesc nici prezentul nici viitorul; ca traiesc ca si cum nu ar muri niciodata si mor ca si cum nu ar fi trait.&lt;br /&gt;Dumnezeu mi-a luat mana si am stat tacuti un timp. Apoi am intrebat:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ca parinte, care ar fi cateva dintre lectiile de viata pe care ai dori sa le invete copiii tai?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Sa invete ca dureaza doar cateva secunde sa deschida rani profunde in inima celor pe care ii iubesc... si ca dureaza mai multi ani pentru ca acestea sa se vindece; sa invete ca un om bogat nu este acela care are cel mai mult, ci acela care are nevoie de cel mai putin; sa invete ca exista oameni care ii iubesc dar pur si simplu inca nu stiu sa-si exprime sentimentele; sa invete ca doi oameni se pot uita la acelasi lucru si ca pot sa-l vada in mod diferit; sa invete ca nu este suficient sa-i ierte pe ceilalti si ca, de asemenea, trebuie sa se ierte pe ei insisi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Multumesc pentru timpul acordat....am zis umil. Ar mai fi ceva ce ai dori ca oamenii sa stie? Dumnezeu m-a privit zambind si a spus:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Doar faptul ca sunt aici, intotdeauna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-5235915943243564532?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/5235915943243564532/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=5235915943243564532' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/5235915943243564532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/5235915943243564532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2008/08/interviu-cu-dumnezeu-de-octavian-paler.html' title='Interviu cu Dumnezeu, de Octavian Paler'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SK7OPcG1KfI/AAAAAAAAACo/OOT6oBKHBBs/s72-c/DSC03178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-7277508545434279700</id><published>2008-05-29T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T00:49:36.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>alegere</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SD5gCW5BSpI/AAAAAAAAACI/lSl5Jh_T6Zo/s1600-h/giumalau+192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205703812907616914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SD5gCW5BSpI/AAAAAAAAACI/lSl5Jh_T6Zo/s200/giumalau+192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;inainte de a posta versurile care apartin unui bun pretene,iul(aveti adresa lui de blog la favorites),as dori sa precizez ca versurile care ii apartin imi plac foarte mult,ca nu stie ca i am "luat" versurile si ca le voi posta si pe blogul meu,dar merita sa le vada cat mai multa lume,pentru ca toti in mare sau mica masura ar trebui sa ne identificam cu ele.Sa va zic cate ceva de Iulik,eih bine el e cel mai bun preten al prietenului meu,este fost coleg de liceu cu mine,baiatul cu care m am batut in clasa a 9 a(god knows why),e baiatul de la geografie care sta intr un camin de medicinisti(fiind singurul care nu i la medicina).II place berea,ii plac tigarile,timpul liber frecat aiurea,ghitara,versurile,rapa,vama,blondele,plimbarile in duba,banii facuti usor,distractiile anormale,verdele(cum zice el),nu i plac glumele lu razvan:)). Gata despre el va las sa cititi versurile,sunt si la el pe blog,normal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;un copil tre s-aleaga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;intre chin si extaz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;intre un orgasm divin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;si o lume in care va muri ars...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dumnezeu ii da raiul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ii da aripi usoare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;o viata monotona&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dar va avea puterea sa zboare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diavolu-i da caldura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;curve si zaruri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;multa bautura,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;distractii si baruri..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copilul ar vrea s-aleaga focul satanei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dar i-ar place sa fie tot el si dumnezeu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;singura problema in aceasta dilema&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e ca baiatul...este ateu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are-ncredere-n sine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nu-i pasa de maine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nu-i pasa de satana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;si nici de dumnezeu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el vrea doar sa traiasca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;salerge si sa zambeasca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;baiatul a ales, a ales&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sa fie ateu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"cu piesa asta am ajuns celebru:)))"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(sper ca nu va reactiona prea urat,am uitat sa mentionez ca i plac bratarile mele din bomboane,god dam it!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-7277508545434279700?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/7277508545434279700/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=7277508545434279700' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/7277508545434279700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/7277508545434279700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2008/05/alegere.html' title='alegere'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SD5gCW5BSpI/AAAAAAAAACI/lSl5Jh_T6Zo/s72-c/giumalau+192.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-2844544301767546113</id><published>2008-04-08T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T14:08:07.259-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='despre oameni'/><title type='text'>OaMeNi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/R_vaESw2XzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/GCzRsVII-z0/s1600-h/DSC01320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186979163138318130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/R_vaESw2XzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/GCzRsVII-z0/s200/DSC01320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi din nou am avut placerea sa redescopar ce lucrare minunata este omul,pe cat de perfect din punct de vedere fizic,pe atat de imperfect spiritual.....Probabil nu intelegeti despre ce vorbesc sau de ce tocmai despre asta vreau sa vorbesc.Ei bine,mai intai as dori sa precizez ca sunt studenta la Filosofie sectia Comunicare si relatii publice,pe cat de minunat suna titlu,pe cat de multe asteptari ai de la ea,pe atat de dezamagit vei fi dupa prima zi.Nu ca ar fi facultatea de vina,ci "oamenii" care i calca pragul.Da...sunt exact acei oameni care habar nu au ce inseamna Comunicare,Relatii...acele persoane care n au scos capul din carti decat pentru a alege o alta carte de pe raftul cu cele mai "bune","interesante" pagini ale omenirii.Nu ma numar printre acei oameni,insa am "placerea" sa fac impreuna cu ei aceasta facultate.Si nu e vorba numai de ei,sunt zilnic inconjurata de oameni care prezinta cam aceleasi simptome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ASTAZI imi plac oamenii mult mai rar decat inaintea, doar de vreo 2 ori pe zi. Dar cred ca e doar un moment. Si e drept ca-mi plac de la distanta, e mai sigur asa, ca si cum te-ai uita la niste ursi panda de pe partea cealalta a raului. Oricum, e bine si-asa. Azi m am readus la realitatea cruda,de fapt o fac in fiecare zi,difera momentul si speranta.Din nou am vazut cum oamenii,aceste fiinte complexe,sunt guvernati doar de propiul interes,ridicat la o cota care il face sa para ridicoli.Chiar au impresia ca nu i vad,ca nu mi dau seama,ca sunt legata la ochi cu prostia,insa ceea ce ei nu stiu este ca nu i observ numai eu,sunt si altii care trecand prin lucruri asemanatoare au ajuns sa manifeste o anumita sensibilitate in ceea ce priveste oamenii de acest tip.Stau si ma gandesc in ce categorie sa i includ.Sunt atat de multe,oameni mici sau personalitati mari,oameni care daruiesc si cersetori,oameni care vorbesc si oameni care asculta,oameni carora le pasa si..indiferenti,oameni care se ingrijoreaza si oameni care incurajeaza,oameni care urasc si oameni care iubesc neconditionat,oameni care te fac sa razi si sa plangi si oameni pe langa care treci fara sa i observi,oameni profunzi si superficiali,intelepti si prosti,prieteni si straini,CARACTERE SI CARICATURI,oameni care merita si oameni care nu merita. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si azi ma bucur ca sunt sincera,desi asta ma face putin antisociala,egoista,greu de inteles.Prefer sa spun ceea ce gandesc despre fiecare in parte,pentru a i oferi lui posibilitatea de a alege sa ma accepte sau sa plece.Prefer sa rad in continuare la fel de mult pentru a nu lasa pe nimeni sa treaca dincolo de zambete si sa vada adevarata stare.Prefer sa fiu antisociala.Prefer sa am un prieten si atat.Prefer sa tac decat sa vorbesc pentru a mi se spune ca mai bine taceam sau pentru a mi se reprosa ca sinceritatea mea e rautate.Da... prefer sa fiu rea,pentru propriul suflet,pentru a putea sa ma indragostesc de fiecare data,sa acord incredere de fiecare data,sa iubesc de fiecare data,sa ma bucur de fiecare data.Nimeni nu ma cunoaste,nici macar voi pe voi insiva,insa multi dintre voi cadeti intr un mimetism numit"socializare".Bafta insa... u in care dintre categorii te inscrii?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-2844544301767546113?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/2844544301767546113/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=2844544301767546113' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/2844544301767546113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/2844544301767546113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2008/04/oameni.html' title='OaMeNi...'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/R_vaESw2XzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/GCzRsVII-z0/s72-c/DSC01320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-7504517553386945669</id><published>2008-04-08T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T06:28:57.202-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fara raspuns'/><title type='text'>ai tu vreun raspuns?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/R_ttJCw2XxI/AAAAAAAAABA/-tNwbHN87sk/s1600-h/DSC01208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186859397975269138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/R_ttJCw2XxI/AAAAAAAAABA/-tNwbHN87sk/s200/DSC01208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. De ce "prescurtare" este un cuvant asa lung ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. De ce soldatii Kamikaze purtau o casca ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. De ce se sterilizeaza acele cu care se fac injectiile condamnatilor la moarte ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;4. Care este sinonimul cuvantului " sinonim" ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;5. De ce nu exista mancare de pisici cu gust de soarece ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;6. Daca nimic nu se lipeste de teflon, cum e lipit teflonul de tigaie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;7. De ce balerinele merg mereu pe varfuri ? Nu ar fi mai simplu sa angajeze balerine mai inalte ?8. Vreau sa imi cumpar un bumerang nou. Cum pot sa scap de cel vechi ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;9. De ce localurile deschise non stop au incuietori ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;10. De ce avioanele nu sunt fabricate din acelasi material din care sunt facute cutiile negre ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;11. Cum poate avea Donald nepoti daca nu are frati sau surori ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;12. Adam avea buric ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;13. Daca Superman este asa de destept, de ce isi ia chilotii peste pantaloni ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;14. Cand faci fotografii cu Mickey la Disneyland, omul din interiorul lui Mickey zambeste ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;15. Cand o masina merge, aerul din interiorul pneului se invarte ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;16. Daca o pisica pica mereu in picioare si o bucata de paine cu unt cade mereu pe partea unsa, ce se intampla daca legam o felie de paine unsa cu unt de spatele unei pisici si o aruncam pe fereastra ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;17. De ce nu castiga ghicitoarele la 6 din 49?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;18. Cum se va numi epoca care va succede epoca contemporana?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;19. Daca despre o femeie se spune atunci cand nu este moarta ca este vie,de ce nu face struguri?20. Cum se traduce "Ziua Pacii" in engleza fara sa sune vulgar un romaneste?&lt;br /&gt;21. Daca de la inot se slabeste, unde gresesc balenele?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;22. Daca uleiul de porumb se face din proumb, cum este cu uleiul de corp?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;23. Daca lipiciul superglue lipeste intr-adevar orice, de ce nu si interiorul tubului?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;24. De ce nu suna ocupat cind gresim numarul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;25. De ce iti trebuie programare la clarvazator?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;26. Daca azi sunt zero grade, si maine e de doua ori mai frig, cat de frig va fi maine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;27. Primesti bani inapoi daca taxiul merge cu spatele?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;28. De ce morcovii sunt mai portocalii decit portocalele?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;29. De ce oamenii te cred pe cuvant cand le spui ca exista 400 milioane de stele pe cer, dar cand le spui ca aceasta banca a fost proaspat vopsita, cred ca glumesti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;30. De ce sucul de lamaie este in mare parte din ingrediente sintetice, pe cand in solutia de spalat vase este zeama de lamaie adevarata?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;31. De ce Tarzan nu are barba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;32. Oamenii casatoriti traiesc mai mult, sau doar li se pare?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;33. Cu ce viteza se deplaseaza intunericul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;34. Cum se impacheteaza bilutele de polistiren cand vrei sa le trimiti pachet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;35. Exista alt cuvant pentru cuvantul "sinonim"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;36. Cum ar arata scaunele, daca am avea genunchii la spate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;37. De ce femeile nu merg niciodata singure la WC?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;38. Un termos vara pastreaza bautura rece, iarna calda. De unde stie termosul cand e vara si cand e iarna?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;39. Eschimosii orbi au caini de sanie dresati pentru orbi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;40. Un sofer care lucreaza pe masini de desapezire, cum ajunge dimineata la servici ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;41. Daca penisul se micsoreaza la apa rece, de ce nu se mareste la apa calda?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-7504517553386945669?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/7504517553386945669/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=7504517553386945669' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/7504517553386945669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/7504517553386945669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2008/04/poate-cineva-sa-mi-satisfaca.html' title='ai tu vreun raspuns?'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/R_ttJCw2XxI/AAAAAAAAABA/-tNwbHN87sk/s72-c/DSC01208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-4197921968744722421</id><published>2008-04-08T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T01:39:59.229-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let&apos;s call them &quot;people&quot;'/><title type='text'>Can you speak up?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/R_svRCw2XuI/AAAAAAAAAAo/31HrmtUaOqE/s1600-h/DSC00903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186791365693300450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/R_svRCw2XuI/AAAAAAAAAAo/31HrmtUaOqE/s200/DSC00903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A silent majority can say as much as a loud one. So when you don’t speak up for a friend, you’re saying quite a bit.I think at times we are all guilty of something like not speaking up. weather if it is something We believe in strongly or to defend a friend or a cause.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why We remain silent at the times is up in the air. You know that a Woman will get into an elevator with a strange man that gives her the creeps, because She does not want to offend or make them feel uncomfortable. A big metal box with no way out! hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it is just me, but I think that not saying something because you might offend someone, is ludicris. I cannot take the time to pussyfoot around and not be myself to make everyone comfortable. Sometimes I will go to far to defend a friend in instances. But is this a bad quality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I listen to people talk crap about their lovers, their friends and people that they work with. The one thing I notice is that most of these cowards do not say anything to the person they are having the problem with. I will hear these things and state my opinion, especially if I like the person, or will say something good about them.The enjoyment that people get from degrading others is amazing. I admit I love to make fun of people and go to the mall food court to watch and have a good laugh sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So wouldn’t we all like to be ourselves? And what are the consequences for being who you really are and saying what you really think? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-4197921968744722421?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/4197921968744722421/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=4197921968744722421' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/4197921968744722421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/4197921968744722421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2008/04/can-you-speak-up.html' title='Can you speak up?...'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/R_svRCw2XuI/AAAAAAAAAAo/31HrmtUaOqE/s72-c/DSC00903.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-4299731848200599326</id><published>2008-04-07T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T23:44:41.377-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Five'/><title type='text'>five</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/R_qKpiw2XtI/AAAAAAAAAAg/TGVWNHGelk4/s1600-h/DSC00465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186610367181512402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/R_qKpiw2XtI/AAAAAAAAAAg/TGVWNHGelk4/s200/DSC00465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;five first:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First pet's name:adolph&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First crush: who knows,i was in kindergarten:))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First best friend: oana(still is)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First true love: buoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First wish: a barbie doll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;five last: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last thing i ate: jelly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last movie I saw:Stand up 2 the street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last kiss: 24 hours ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last wish: happyness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last song i listened:anouk-nobody's wife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;five favorite things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:sweets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;laughing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sea side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;buoy(the thing buoy not the person buoy;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;five people i most trust:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;buoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;five things i want to do before i die: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brush my theeth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;buy a barbie doll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;go to disney land&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;meet nemo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;find prince charming...then..kill him(he knows  why;)) )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-4299731848200599326?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/4299731848200599326/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=4299731848200599326' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/4299731848200599326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/4299731848200599326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2008/04/five.html' title='five'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_B_4fcvb9VX4/R_qKpiw2XtI/AAAAAAAAAAg/TGVWNHGelk4/s72-c/DSC00465.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727340762179528599.post-8063159070431126642</id><published>2008-04-07T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T12:46:21.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>Timpul&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; s a oprit!!...ca sa mi fac eu blog....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727340762179528599-8063159070431126642?l=andreearotaru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/feeds/8063159070431126642/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8727340762179528599&amp;postID=8063159070431126642' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/8063159070431126642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8727340762179528599/posts/default/8063159070431126642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andreearotaru.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>Andreea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09810493592521883221</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/_B_4fcvb9VX4/SxD-i2XkneI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PLpPmVNlpZQ/S220/modif3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
