<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7365715288973853221</id><updated>2011-12-29T13:08:32.062+02:00</updated><title type='text'>the world</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>scantei mov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801457601911403236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/TNcpUJ42XUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/FrJAjJNZ-os/S220/DSC03857.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7365715288973853221.post-9208915973003772330</id><published>2011-11-23T20:48:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T13:08:32.070+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Prieten drag?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5V_hR6dxyDw/Ts1AvARoodI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Pk-UXUFVMVI/s1600/masca.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 287px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5V_hR6dxyDw/Ts1AvARoodI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Pk-UXUFVMVI/s320/masca.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678265881456058834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Un chip frumos in spatele cariua se ascunde un demon,asta esti tu prieten drag...Tu reprezinti prietenia,iubirea,iluzia,visarea dar in acelasi timp dezamagirea si ura. Esti ce aveam mai frumos in zilele triste si ploioase,in care vroiam sa dispar,sa nu mai fiu eu..esti iluzia cu care am trait si in care am crezut atata timp,fiinta sufletului meu.Erai zambetul rasaritul si apusului de soare,erai raza care imi lumina calea,care imi dadea putere sa merg mai departe si sa cred ca va fi bine. Alaturi de tine invatam in fiecare zi sa zambesc iar si iar,precum un copil care zilnic incearca un zambet nou,mai pur si mai frumos de fiecare data.... Acum totul e trist,soarele nu mai iese,nu mai zambeste,nu mai imi da motive sa fiu fericita,sa rad ..Pentru ca tu,prieten drag ai renuntat la chipul tau frumos si te-ai transformatin demonul care mi-a rapit zambetul..si visarea spre o lume mai frumoasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7365715288973853221-9208915973003772330?l=cool-andreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/feeds/9208915973003772330/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7365715288973853221&amp;postID=9208915973003772330' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/9208915973003772330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/9208915973003772330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/2011/11/un-chip-frumos-in-spatele-cariua-se_6673.html' title='Prieten drag?!'/><author><name>scantei mov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801457601911403236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/TNcpUJ42XUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/FrJAjJNZ-os/S220/DSC03857.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5V_hR6dxyDw/Ts1AvARoodI/AAAAAAAAAW8/Pk-UXUFVMVI/s72-c/masca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7365715288973853221.post-3614663469308801778</id><published>2011-09-05T21:06:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T22:42:34.501+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Intrebari fara raspuns</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;
Mereu aceleasi intrebari,de ce a plecat,de ce nu mai e,de ce se mai intoarce uneori?De ce nu vine cand vreau eu ? De ce respir iubire,de ce doar eu mereu? Cum pot fi oamenii atat de indecisi? Cum sa te trezesti intr-o zi si sa spui GATA nu te mai vreau langa mine,cand cu o zi inainte promiteai tot viitorul impreuna ? De ce nu pot sa uit? Pentru ca tu nu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0UJ2fAUMzRE/TmUVQvJTxHI/AAAAAAAAAWE/emaVkgwU4VQ/s320/46227855l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648944684883756146" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; imi dai voie.... Ma lasi sa ma framant si cand te simti pierdut,ma intorci la neuitare. Imi place sa visez sa cred ca va fi &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;bine,imi place sa ma mint si tu sa razi de mine. As vrea sa-ti spun ca ,GATA te-am dat uitarii,ca tu nu mai existi,dar tu nu-mi dai scapare. Esti ca un basm frumos,in care tu esti demon,si nu imi lasi o cale sa fug la fericire.Te iubesc mai mult decat vreodata am crezut,dar in acelasi timp ma simt atat de departe in sentimente pentru tine.Esti aerul pe care il respir, sursa mea de visare si totusi cand nu esti parca nu mai doare asa de tare.Te chem in vise uneori,te chem cu glasul inimii,te chem in fiecare zi..de ce nu vrei sa vi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7365715288973853221-3614663469308801778?l=cool-andreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/feeds/3614663469308801778/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7365715288973853221&amp;postID=3614663469308801778' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/3614663469308801778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/3614663469308801778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/2011/09/mereu-aceleasi-intrebaride-ce-plecatde.html' title='Intrebari fara raspuns'/><author><name>scantei mov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801457601911403236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/TNcpUJ42XUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/FrJAjJNZ-os/S220/DSC03857.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0UJ2fAUMzRE/TmUVQvJTxHI/AAAAAAAAAWE/emaVkgwU4VQ/s72-c/46227855l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7365715288973853221.post-4045773978706435746</id><published>2011-07-29T00:37:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T00:57:07.863+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Promisiunie...amagire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4RTCPP6hgl0/TjHbLongsFI/AAAAAAAAAV0/9xK73_pRzoc/s1600/apa-marii-final.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4RTCPP6hgl0/TjHbLongsFI/AAAAAAAAAV0/9xK73_pRzoc/s320/apa-marii-final.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634525601745383506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Iti promit ca va fi bine,si frumos si tot ce vrei.Iti promit ca o sa razi, o sa radiezi &lt;/span&gt;de fericire.Mai asteapta putin,un an,doi de amagire si va fi cum ai visat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7365715288973853221-4045773978706435746?l=cool-andreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/feeds/4045773978706435746/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7365715288973853221&amp;postID=4045773978706435746' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/4045773978706435746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/4045773978706435746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/2011/07/iti-promit-ca-va-fi-binesi-frumos-si.html' title='Promisiunie...amagire'/><author><name>scantei mov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801457601911403236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/TNcpUJ42XUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/FrJAjJNZ-os/S220/DSC03857.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4RTCPP6hgl0/TjHbLongsFI/AAAAAAAAAV0/9xK73_pRzoc/s72-c/apa-marii-final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7365715288973853221.post-278742419505111934</id><published>2011-07-09T00:16:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T00:39:26.124+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Iubesc</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-z35XiDcpM/Thd4q9cLAdI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Sd5P7cG1rOU/s1600/In_love_by_angrymouse.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-z35XiDcpM/Thd4q9cLAdI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Sd5P7cG1rOU/s320/In_love_by_angrymouse.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627098938865287634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Iubesc sa stiu ca esti al meu,iubesc sa nu te pot avea,dar totusi sa te simt aproape...Iubesc sa te tin  strans &lt;/span&gt;in brate&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;,sa te sarut,sa te ador.Iubesc cand torci ca o felina,cand corpul tau il simt atat de aproape.Iubesc sa-mi spui ca sunt frumoasa,atunci cand totul imi pare trist.Iubesc momentul diminetii,cand deschid ochii si te vad,atat de dulce si copil.Iubesc ca te iubesc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7365715288973853221-278742419505111934?l=cool-andreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/feeds/278742419505111934/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7365715288973853221&amp;postID=278742419505111934' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/278742419505111934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/278742419505111934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/2011/07/iubesc.html' title='Iubesc'/><author><name>scantei mov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801457601911403236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/TNcpUJ42XUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/FrJAjJNZ-os/S220/DSC03857.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-z35XiDcpM/Thd4q9cLAdI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Sd5P7cG1rOU/s72-c/In_love_by_angrymouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7365715288973853221.post-9167954498664666913</id><published>2011-06-25T00:48:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T01:19:50.424+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;2&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;4. iunie 2011-un nou inceput.Ziua in care am simtit cum viata mea parca s-a intors in copilarie.Un nou el,dar totusi vechi. Prietenul din copilarie, prieten acum sub o alta forma. E cea mai ciudata senzatie posibila,sa stii ca in trecut adorai sa stai la povesti cu pe&lt;/span&gt;rsoana pe care acum vrei sa o strangi i&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2mZrxNS_jM4/TgUKDPLIdkI/AAAAAAAAAVk/yZaozStZi8M/s320/DSC04884.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621910760571041346" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;n brate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7365715288973853221-9167954498664666913?l=cool-andreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/feeds/9167954498664666913/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7365715288973853221&amp;postID=9167954498664666913' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/9167954498664666913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/9167954498664666913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/2011/06/24.html' title=''/><author><name>scantei mov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801457601911403236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/TNcpUJ42XUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/FrJAjJNZ-os/S220/DSC03857.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2mZrxNS_jM4/TgUKDPLIdkI/AAAAAAAAAVk/yZaozStZi8M/s72-c/DSC04884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7365715288973853221.post-2628181912615211187</id><published>2011-02-03T01:14:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T02:09:33.318+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Visare...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stii ca te-am visat? A fost cel mai frumos lucru care mi s-a intamplat in ultimul timp.Erai din nou tu,tu plin de frumusetea pe care ochii tai o exprimau candva...&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/TUnuVn_Rv6I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Li034cLsvfQ/s1600/1484516_thumb[2].jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569244469499379618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/TUnuVn_Rv6I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Li034cLsvfQ/s320/1484516_thumb%255B2%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M-ai privit,si am simtit cum toata fiinta mea este invadata de o fericire infinita,pentru ca tu,omul de gheata,erai din nou cald si plin de iubire ca altadata.Nu a fost nevoie de vorbe,imi spuneai din priviri ca ma iubesti,si m-ai facut sa simt iar si iar acel sentiment pe care il credeam pierdut &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pentru tine...Cand m-am trezit din visare,am inceput sa te caut,vroiam sa te strang in brate,sa simt caldura fiintei tale,sa simt ca ma iubesti ca mai 'nainte,dar ce pacat caci totul nu a fost decat o iluzie,o simpla....&lt;em&gt;visare&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7365715288973853221-2628181912615211187?l=cool-andreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/feeds/2628181912615211187/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7365715288973853221&amp;postID=2628181912615211187' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/2628181912615211187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/2628181912615211187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/2011/02/stii-ca-te-am-visat-fost-cel-mai-frumos.html' title='Visare...'/><author><name>scantei mov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801457601911403236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/TNcpUJ42XUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/FrJAjJNZ-os/S220/DSC03857.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/TUnuVn_Rv6I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Li034cLsvfQ/s72-c/1484516_thumb%255B2%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7365715288973853221.post-1765113260708061360</id><published>2010-08-06T00:21:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T00:54:19.877+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Satietate</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;M-am saturat de lumea asta ipocrita in care traiesc.M-am saturat sa am mereu , si mereu incredere in oamenii de langa mine.Vreau ca timpul sa se opreasca,sa nu mai cunosc in fiecare zi oameni noi in care sa ma incred,pentru ca fiecare poveste are acelasi final ... Ce poveste idioata repetata la infinit...Mereu un nou el/ea cu care fac cunostinta, zambesc, ma imprietenesc, imi spun ca de data asta nu o sa mai ma incred in noul/noua el/ea, dar pana la urma cedez si imi gasesc pentru a 1000 a oara prietenul/prietena cel/cea mai bun/a pe care-l/o caut de o viata. Si surpriza...intr-un final descoper ca iar am luat teapa si ca nici macar in mine nu pot avea incredere,cu atat mai putin in alte persoane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7365715288973853221-1765113260708061360?l=cool-andreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/feeds/1765113260708061360/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7365715288973853221&amp;postID=1765113260708061360' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/1765113260708061360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/1765113260708061360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/2010/08/m-am-saturat-de-lumea-asta-ipocrita-in.html' title='Satietate'/><author><name>scantei mov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801457601911403236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/TNcpUJ42XUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/FrJAjJNZ-os/S220/DSC03857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7365715288973853221.post-9117373469218009919</id><published>2010-08-06T00:04:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T00:14:48.096+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplu....Vama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vama la festivalul Jack Daniels din Costinesti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;




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&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/TFsn59PGHMI/AAAAAAAAAUI/GxOUtQC0n6E/s1600/Fotografie0240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502035246407097538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/TFsn59PGHMI/AAAAAAAAAUI/GxOUtQC0n6E/s320/Fotografie0240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/TFsn4tH82mI/AAAAAAAAATw/pKG7kaeKIbg/s1600/Fotografie0239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502035224902294114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/TFsn4tH82mI/AAAAAAAAATw/pKG7kaeKIbg/s320/Fotografie0239.jpg" border="0" /&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/7365715288973853221-9117373469218009919?l=cool-andreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/feeds/9117373469218009919/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7365715288973853221&amp;postID=9117373469218009919' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/9117373469218009919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/9117373469218009919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/2010/08/vama-la-festivalul-jack-daniels-din.html' title='Simplu....Vama'/><author><name>scantei mov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801457601911403236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/TNcpUJ42XUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/FrJAjJNZ-os/S220/DSC03857.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/TFsn58VXdmI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/nvhgDlt-diI/s72-c/Fotografie0241.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7365715288973853221.post-470711552885141434</id><published>2010-05-24T15:12:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T15:34:23.995+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Urasc</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Urasc cand te porti ca un nemernic,urasc cand nu te mai suport,urasc cand iti urasc prietenii.Vreau sa fim doar tu si eu,si restul lumii sa dispara;poate asa voi uita sa urasc tot ceea ce ma-nconjoara.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Urasc sa crezi ca ai dreptate (doar eu pot avea), ca ceea ce spui tu e bun, ca ai impresia ca ma salvezi de-atate ori, cand tu defapt ma afunzi in nebunie. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Urasc ca te iubesc, urasc ca esti normal, urasc ca mergi pe jos,urasc ca ma iubesti....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Urasc ca nu am curaj,sa-ti spun ca te urasc; urasc sa-ti spun mereu,acelasi te iubesc,ce suna atat de fals cand buzele-l rostesc...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Urasc sa fie soare,cand in sufletul meu ploua si pe obraz imi curge roua,roua&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Urasc,urasc...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7365715288973853221-470711552885141434?l=cool-andreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/feeds/470711552885141434/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7365715288973853221&amp;postID=470711552885141434' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/470711552885141434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/470711552885141434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/2010/05/urasc.html' title='Urasc'/><author><name>scantei mov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801457601911403236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/TNcpUJ42XUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/FrJAjJNZ-os/S220/DSC03857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7365715288973853221.post-5472711626854215938</id><published>2010-02-26T15:19:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T00:41:44.343+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbatul perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De multe ori auzim notiunea de "barbatul perfect".Dar ce inseamna asta? "Barbatul perfect" poate fi diferit de la o femeie la alta.Majoritatea femeilor il vad pe acest barbat ca fiind genul tandru,galant,chipes ,care aduce flori si cadouri (fara a avea un motiv intemeiat,ci pentru ca pur si simplu asa a simtit),care spune macar o data pe zi acel tandru "te iubesc",care tace si nu riposteaza chiar daca este ferm convins ca femeia nu are dreptate in ceea ce spune! Tiparul"barbatului perfect"(galant) s-a schimbat foarte mult in zilele noastre fata de cel din anii 1900.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442553086167255330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/S4fVMiw0iSI/AAAAAAAAATo/jRVpm0eF0jI/s320/The_Perfect_Man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In acele vremuri barbatii invitau doamnele la plimbari brat-la-brat sau cu trasura pe ulita mare pentru a fi admirati si pentru a arata cat de domni sunt,iar in zilele noastre adevaratii"domni" sunt cei care au cea mai de fitza masina si care duc doamnele in cele mai "tari"cluburi.Atunci sau acum,totusi cred ca "barbatul perfect" este la fel: iti pregateste masa,te ajuta la curatenie,are grija de tine atunci cand esti bolnava,iti spune tot timpul cat de mult te iubeste si te face sa te simti cea mai implinita si frumoasa din intreaga lumea.Nu stiu de ce dar imi suna aproape cunoscut barbatul as&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/S4fTQN8WLHI/AAAAAAAAATY/uY1KCUpsU3M/s1600-h/The_Perfect_Man.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/S4fUvRmXtGI/AAAAAAAAATg/qhsRLJJrnn8/s1600-h/The_Perfect_Man.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7365715288973853221-5472711626854215938?l=cool-andreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/feeds/5472711626854215938/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7365715288973853221&amp;postID=5472711626854215938' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/5472711626854215938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/5472711626854215938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/2010/02/barbatul-perfect.html' title='Barbatul perfect'/><author><name>scantei mov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801457601911403236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/TNcpUJ42XUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/FrJAjJNZ-os/S220/DSC03857.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/S4fVMiw0iSI/AAAAAAAAATo/jRVpm0eF0jI/s72-c/The_Perfect_Man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7365715288973853221.post-7332632119467669069</id><published>2010-02-09T18:53:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T12:58:57.098+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

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Luminat de dragoste mereu"&lt;/span&gt;
De multe ori imi place sa ma gandesc la viitor,la clipa in care o sa fiu pe deplin fericita.Nu ca acum nu as fi...Recomand oricarei persoane sa faca macar o data pe saptamana un exercitiu de "viitor".Arata viitorul tau de fiecare data la fel,cand te gandesti la el? Stiu ca atunci cand eram mica,de fiecare data cand ma gandea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/S3FShBMbpPI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Ji7CpGAdiYE/s1600-h/happiness_by_wint3r88.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436216952422638834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/S3FShBMbpPI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Ji7CpGAdiYE/s320/happiness_by_wint3r88.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;m la viitor,il vedeam mereu altfel.Intr-o zi vroiam sa fiu actrita,alta data psiholog,cameraman si chiar sofer de tir sau om bogat.Acum nu mai vreau nimic din toate astea pentru ca fiecare zi din viata mea,reprezinta o scena pe care imi joc propriul rol,sunt propriul meu psiholog si cei din jur imi"filmeaza"fiecare miscare.Bogata ma simt zilnic,din punct de vedere emotional si sofer de tir nu pot sa fiu pentru ca nu am nici macar permis,dar tir.Desi nu voi realiza nimic din tot ce visam in copilarie,sunt fericita pentru ca stiu ca alte lucruri frumoase mi se intampla si se vor mai intampla.Toate deruleaza dupa un scenariu bine pus la punct,care nu e creat de noi ,ci de destin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7365715288973853221-276520433530426233?l=cool-andreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/feeds/276520433530426233/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7365715288973853221&amp;postID=276520433530426233' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/276520433530426233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/276520433530426233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/2010/02/fericirea-are-chipul-tau-luminat-de.html' title='Fericirea are chipul tau...'/><author><name>scantei mov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801457601911403236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/TNcpUJ42XUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/FrJAjJNZ-os/S220/DSC03857.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/S3FShBMbpPI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Ji7CpGAdiYE/s72-c/happiness_by_wint3r88.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7365715288973853221.post-7200983283103400306</id><published>2010-02-04T13:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T13:41:33.713+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa visam spre viitor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/S2qyCwm304I/AAAAAAAAATI/zL581saoRxk/s1600-h/true_love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434351660853351298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/S2qyCwm304I/AAAAAAAAATI/zL581saoRxk/s320/true_love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De ce atunci cand iubesti,mai ai totusi indoieli in ceea ce priveste viitorul langa persoana iubita? Cred ca noua,oamenilor,ne este frica sa fim fericiti. Cand suferim ,vrem ca ceva frumos,bun sa ni se intample si sa putem sa zambim, sa iubim,sa fim fericiti. Este totusi ciudat,pentru ca atunci cand avem parte de toate aceste lucruri,ne cuprinde teama ca totul este prea frumos si avem impresia ca in orice secunda ne putem trezi dintr-un vis si totul se va termina si vom suferi iar si iar.Este atat de usor sa visezi,sa-ti faci iluzii,planuri de viitor...dar ce se intampla atunci cand toate acestea se naruie intr-o singura clipa si-ti dai seama ca ai pierdut atata timp din viata doar visand? Mi-ar placea sa pot sa-i spun unei persoane ca o iubesc infinit,fara ca mai tarziu sa-mi reproseze ca vorbele mele au fost doar niste minciuni ,care au lasat-o sa viseze.&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/7365715288973853221-7200983283103400306?l=cool-andreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/feeds/7200983283103400306/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7365715288973853221&amp;postID=7200983283103400306' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/7200983283103400306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/7200983283103400306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/2010/02/sa-visam-spre-viitor.html' title='Sa visam spre viitor'/><author><name>scantei mov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801457601911403236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/TNcpUJ42XUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/FrJAjJNZ-os/S220/DSC03857.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/S2qyCwm304I/AAAAAAAAATI/zL581saoRxk/s72-c/true_love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7365715288973853221.post-8537183351806264017</id><published>2009-07-24T00:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T22:04:32.862+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Evadare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/SmjgCq4XlSI/AAAAAAAAAQg/3mlr1EkJ7QE/s1600-h/DSC03966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361781692859651362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/SmjgCq4XlSI/AAAAAAAAAQg/3mlr1EkJ7QE/s320/DSC03966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;In weekend am revazut Busteniul.Locul asta imi da o stare de bine,ma face sa visez,sa cred ca timpul se opreste in loc doar pentru mine.Crucea de pe Caraiman mi se pare din ce in ce mai batrana si mai trista,dar in acelasi timp la fel de interesanta ca in trecut,desi ii cam lipsesc beculetele care seara o faceau sa cuprinda cu bratele ei toata statiunea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/SmjgB2PHVqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Yazxz9qItrQ/s1600-h/SPM_A0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361781678727976610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/SmjgB2PHVqI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Yazxz9qItrQ/s320/SPM_A0063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;M-a intristat cel mai tare faptul ca si aici am intalnit cocalari care nu stiu sa spuna un simplu "&lt;em&gt;multumesc";&lt;/em&gt;credeam ca au plecat cu totii la mare :P .Oricum ,recomand cu drag celor care vor sa se rupa pentru cateva clipe de viata cotidiana, sa se duca in Busteni(si daca mai sunt si cu persoana iubita,atunci totul e perfect)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361785726448112290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/SmjjtdKzEqI/AAAAAAAAAQw/rSk4uPj-DdU/s320/SP_A0678.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;


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&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Iti mai aduci aminte prima privire,primul suras,prima visare la casuta de pe plaja,in care o sa stam si iarna si vara-impreuna,si cum o sa ne plimbam prin apa,pe valuri, atunci cand e frutuna?Inchid ochii si mi se pare ireal,parca acum se intampla totul desi a trecut ceva timp de atunci...Tu imi oferi acea siguranta la care am visat intotdeauna.Langa tine simt ca pot sa visez,sa prind aripi si in acelasi timp sa am siguranta ca nu voi cadea ca in trecut,de pe culmile visarii.Stau si ma intreb unde ai fost oare pana acum,de ce nu te-am gasit mai devreme?Acum a fost momentul?Momentul sa gasesc ce am visat atata timp?Atunci inseamna ca a meritat asteptarea...Te-as mai fi asteptat inca pe-atat,daca stiam ca esti tu cel din visul meu.Poate e prea devreme pentru cuvinte"mari",dar simt ca ti se cuvin si stiu ca si pe viitor va fi la fel...&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/7365715288973853221-5982785015322424061?l=cool-andreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/feeds/5982785015322424061/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7365715288973853221&amp;postID=5982785015322424061' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/5982785015322424061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/5982785015322424061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/2009/07/nu-e-asa-ca-o-sa-ma-ajuti-sa-evadez.html' title='Nu e asa ca o sa ma ajuti sa evadez?'/><author><name>scantei mov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801457601911403236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/TNcpUJ42XUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/FrJAjJNZ-os/S220/DSC03857.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/SlZtRWgOJKI/AAAAAAAAAQA/nwpDA9-EtK0/s72-c/rr.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7365715288973853221.post-3542418977373568536</id><published>2009-07-07T00:11:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T11:32:21.934+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Libertate frate, poate facultate, si viata de noapte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/SlJrRN3BqdI/AAAAAAAAAP4/OTTHa_LAZpU/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355460850419345874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/SlJrRN3BqdI/AAAAAAAAAP4/OTTHa_LAZpU/s320/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;In sfarsit pot sa spun :"Bacu l-am luat usor,/Am copiat la mate si la sport./Scoala s-a terminat,/Libertate frate, poate(sigur) facultate, si viata de noapte ".... Gata! Acum chiar ca am incheiat inca o etapa din viata mea:"Liceul". Din momentul asta urmeaza ce e mai greu:distractia,libertatea si facultatea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Duminica cred ca am avut cele mai multe emotii din toata viata mea de pana acum."Noroc" cu Adi care a avut grija sa ma tina treaza in seara din'naintea aflarii rezultatelor,asa am avut si mai mari emotii.Deci...5 iulie a fost data care mi-a marcat viitorul!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7365715288973853221-3542418977373568536?l=cool-andreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/feeds/3542418977373568536/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7365715288973853221&amp;postID=3542418977373568536' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/3542418977373568536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/3542418977373568536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/2009/07/libertate-frate-poate-facultate-si.html' title='Libertate frate, poate facultate, si viata de noapte'/><author><name>scantei mov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801457601911403236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/TNcpUJ42XUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/FrJAjJNZ-os/S220/DSC03857.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/SlJrRN3BqdI/AAAAAAAAAP4/OTTHa_LAZpU/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7365715288973853221.post-1976738132177753429</id><published>2009-06-29T17:09:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T11:32:14.912+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Falsa prietenie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Uneori un simplu gest poate face mai mult decat 1000 de cuvinte spuse fara rost.Intotdeauna am stiut ca prietenii adevarati se gasesc rar sau chiar deloc.Stiu ca in ultimul timp am dezamagit o anumita persoana,dar totusi nu ma asteptam la un astfel de comportament din partea ei avand in vedere ca intre noi existau multi ani de prietenie(sau cel putin asa am crezut eu).De acum stiu ca nu vorbele sunt cele care conteaza,pentru ca oricine iti poate spune in fata ca te apreciaza si ca iti e prieten,dar in fond sa nu te poata suferi pentru ca stie ca esti mai bun decat el(chiar daca tu incerci sa eviti sa ii arati asta ) .Imi pare rau pentru toti acesti ani de prietenie falsa in care am fost ancorata,imi pare rau pentru toate secretele dezvaluite tie D. imi pare rau pentru ca am zambit si suferit alaturi de tine,fara a-mi da seama ca tu porti doar o masca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7365715288973853221-1976738132177753429?l=cool-andreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/feeds/1976738132177753429/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7365715288973853221&amp;postID=1976738132177753429' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/1976738132177753429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/1976738132177753429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/2009/06/falsa-prietenie.html' title='Falsa prietenie...'/><author><name>scantei mov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801457601911403236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/TNcpUJ42XUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/FrJAjJNZ-os/S220/DSC03857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7365715288973853221.post-8786271206387849392</id><published>2009-06-21T23:53:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T00:52:29.890+02:00</updated><title type='text'>............</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349888286491802066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/Sj6fDThd-dI/AAAAAAAAAPw/f3OZlnCXBSk/s320/bbb.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Peste cateva ore incepe si bacul...Inca nu realizez :)) Zilele astea au fost asa frumoase incat am uitat de bac...Vreau sa-ti "multumesc" tie ca ai omorat definitiv copilul din mine.Nici macar nu stiu daca te urasc pentru asta...cred ca nici macar atat nu meriti.In schimb ,ii pot spune un sincer"Multumesc!" lui A. pentru momentele minunate pe care le-am trait impreuna in ultima perioada si pentru ca mi-a redat increderea in mine si mi-a aratat ca pot avea din nou sentimente frumoase pentru cineva,ceea ce tu ma facusesi sa cred ca nu mai pot avea vreodata.Multumesc A. si imi doresc sa nu ajung sa cad iar de pe culmile visarii! Multa bafta tuturor celor care dau bacul,si mie in primul rand! :d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7365715288973853221-8786271206387849392?l=cool-andreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/feeds/8786271206387849392/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7365715288973853221&amp;postID=8786271206387849392' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/8786271206387849392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/8786271206387849392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_21.html' title='............'/><author><name>scantei mov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801457601911403236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/TNcpUJ42XUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/FrJAjJNZ-os/S220/DSC03857.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/Sj6fDThd-dI/AAAAAAAAAPw/f3OZlnCXBSk/s72-c/bbb.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7365715288973853221.post-4535764403093983482</id><published>2009-06-10T00:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T22:12:38.940+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Copilul din mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/Si7VCWt12tI/AAAAAAAAAOo/RyG2eHX2jEg/s1600-h/dff.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345444044169665234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/Si7VCWt12tI/AAAAAAAAAOo/RyG2eHX2jEg/s320/dff.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Copilul din mine&lt;/em&gt; te vrea inapoi;te vrea, sa-l strangi din nou in brate si sa-i spui vorbe ce par a fi reale,dar care in fond sunt doar minciuni.&lt;em&gt;Copilul din mine&lt;/em&gt; te iubeste,vrea sa simta fiecare pas,mangaiere,alinare,durere ce fiinta ta o poate percepe.Dar ce pacat caci,&lt;em&gt;copilul din mine&lt;/em&gt; nu mai exista,pentru ca tu l-ai ucis incet-incet,pana nu a mai ramas decat adultul plin de ura si neincredere...Acel adult care,care nu mai poate simti nimic frumos pentru ceea ce insemni &lt;em&gt;tu&lt;/em&gt;,nici macar pentru acei 2 ochi caprui,in care m-am pierdut de atatea ori si care, pe&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;copilul din mine&lt;/em&gt; il fascinau.Reinvie &lt;em&gt;copilul din mine&lt;/em&gt; si iti&lt;em&gt; voi arata &lt;/em&gt;din nou iubire...

&lt;/span&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/7365715288973853221-4535764403093983482?l=cool-andreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/feeds/4535764403093983482/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7365715288973853221&amp;postID=4535764403093983482' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/4535764403093983482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/4535764403093983482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/2009/06/copilul-din-mine.html' title='Copilul din mine'/><author><name>scantei mov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801457601911403236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/TNcpUJ42XUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/FrJAjJNZ-os/S220/DSC03857.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/Si7VCWt12tI/AAAAAAAAAOo/RyG2eHX2jEg/s72-c/dff.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7365715288973853221.post-4202747817800133816</id><published>2009-05-26T20:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T11:31:48.267+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Urasc telepatia!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/ShwtR2-HIvI/AAAAAAAAAKY/mdGNYprwh1Q/s1600-h/5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340193042991620850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/ShwtR2-HIvI/AAAAAAAAAKY/mdGNYprwh1Q/s320/5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Urasc sa-mi fie dor de tine,sa nu te pot vedea sau macar sa-ti aud glasul dulce...Urasc sa stiu ca te gandesti la mine,dar nu faci nimic sa ma vezi,sa ma auzi... Nu inteleg cum pot simti ca te urasc,dar in acelasi timp ca te iubesc cu toata fiinta mea.Cum poate exista ura si iubire in acelasi timp?Urasc faptul ca sunt o persoana telepatica,pentru ca asta ma face sa corespondez cu tine.Iti mai aduci aminte de zilele cand ne amuzam ,constienti fiind ca,comunicam telepatic? Cand ma gandeam la tine,tu te gandeai la mine...cand vorbeai cu cineva de mine sughitam,si tu la fel.Stii si acum sughit deseori,asta inseamna ca inca mai ma regasesc in conversatiile tale? Dar de comunicare noastra in vis,mai stii? De mult am incetat sa-ti mai vorbesc in vis,oare pentru ca tu nu o mai faci?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7365715288973853221-4202747817800133816?l=cool-andreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/feeds/4202747817800133816/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7365715288973853221&amp;postID=4202747817800133816' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/4202747817800133816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/4202747817800133816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/2009/05/urasc-telepatia.html' title='Urasc telepatia!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>scantei mov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801457601911403236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/TNcpUJ42XUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/FrJAjJNZ-os/S220/DSC03857.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/ShwtR2-HIvI/AAAAAAAAAKY/mdGNYprwh1Q/s72-c/5.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7365715288973853221.post-1997296503133094239</id><published>2009-05-19T13:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T11:31:40.078+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Unde este gura de oxigen de care avem nevoie?</title><content type='html'>Traim intr-un secol in care toata lumea este intr-o permanenta miscare si parca nici nu mai are timp sa respire.Dar daca ar avea timpul necasar pentru o gura de oxigen,de unde ar putea sa o procure cand totul in jur reprezinta o sursa de poluare?Strazile sunt pline de cozi interminabile de masini(care polueaza..uhh si inca mult),padurile sunt axfisiate de fumul gratarelor pe care mititeii sfaraie,restaurantele,cluburile,barurile au in ele perdeaua de fum de tigare(locurile pentru nefumatori sunt putine,mici si prost amenajate,astfel incat fumul de tigare patrunde si in ele).Spunem cu totii ca am vrea mai mult aer(aer curat),dar nimeni nu face nimic in acest sens.Cati dintre noi ar fi dispusi sa renunte la vicii(masini,tigari etc.) pentru a-si putea umple macar pentru o secunda plamanii cu oxigen pur?-extrem de putini- Daca noi tot nu putem sa renuntam la pornirile noastre,macar am face bine ,daca nu i-am determina si pe altii sa ne urmeze exemplul.Recunosc ca am avut de multe ori tendinta de a urma proastele exemple ale celor din jurul meu,dar niciodata nu am fost de acord sa transmit mai departe ceea ce eu am facut gresit.Uneori ma urasc pentru exemplul gresit pe care l-am dat in doar cateva secunde si pe care altii l-au urmat desi eu am spus"nu face-ti ca mine pentru ca nu este bine".Chiar si un singur fum de tigare tras in momentul nepotrivit in fata unei persoane dornice de noi cunoasteri,ii poate cauza acesteia un"handicap" de care cu timpul sa nu se mai poata desprinde,si in felul asta avem, castigat inca un inamic al mediului!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7365715288973853221-1997296503133094239?l=cool-andreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/feeds/1997296503133094239/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7365715288973853221&amp;postID=1997296503133094239' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/1997296503133094239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/1997296503133094239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/2009/05/traim-intr-un-secol-in-care-toata-lumea.html' title='Unde este gura de oxigen de care avem nevoie?'/><author><name>scantei mov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801457601911403236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/TNcpUJ42XUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/FrJAjJNZ-os/S220/DSC03857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7365715288973853221.post-4229402427034095801</id><published>2009-05-18T03:45:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T11:31:32.523+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Seara muzeelor deschise</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aseara i-am intalnit din nou privirea,care de data asta parca era mai pierduta in intunericul serii ca niciodata si atat de fara de-nteles.Si cu toate astea parca ma invoca si ma facea sa vreau sa-l strang in brate,sa-i spun cuvinte pe care nu le merita o persoana ca&lt;em&gt; el &lt;/em&gt;,dar pe care eu inca le am in minte atunci cand il intalnesc.Am reusit cu greu sa ma stapanesc si sa ma prefac ca &lt;em&gt;el &lt;/em&gt;nu mai are nici o importanta in viata mea.


````````Am fost la Muzeul de Geologie cu Alexa,Doru si Mugu,unde a fost extrem de amuzant! E pentru a doua oara cand am fost aici.Prima oara am fost cu Ioana si Andrei si atunci parca ceva imi spunea ca ma voi intoarce...Aseara am intalnit in fata muzeului o imensitate de oameni care ascultau muzica traditional romaneasca..Ne-am speriat cand am vazut ca e spectacol de muzica populara:)),dar ne-am linistit cand am intrat in caldura infernala din muzeul supraaglomerat de oamenii veniti sa viziteze "pietrele" noaptea.


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Desi rubinul a fascinat-o pe Ale,cand am ajuns la etaj,nu am mai putut sa o clintim de la masutele targului amenajat pe culoare.Am facut poze cu cranii,dinozauri si in sfarsit i-am dus( am facut putin pe ghidul,doar era a 2 a oara cand eram aici) sa vada "camera obscura"de la subsol,unde intr-o secunda am devenit fosforescenti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7365715288973853221-4229402427034095801?l=cool-andreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/feeds/4229402427034095801/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7365715288973853221&amp;postID=4229402427034095801' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/4229402427034095801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/4229402427034095801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/2009/05/seara-muzeelor-deschise.html' title='Seara muzeelor deschise'/><author><name>scantei mov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801457601911403236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/TNcpUJ42XUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/FrJAjJNZ-os/S220/DSC03857.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/ShAhz_MQPmI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/pGmf1HGneaU/s72-c/Imag031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7365715288973853221.post-1711703563658802037</id><published>2009-05-04T17:13:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T11:31:24.329+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignoranta</title><content type='html'>Intotdeauna in viata m-am ghidat dupa premisa:"Ignoranta doare cel mai tare".Pe parcursul a peste 18 ani de existenta, am constatat ca oamenii percep ignoranta in mai multe feluri,dar toti au un punct comun si anume faptul ca ignoranta este ceva care ii doare.
Iata cateva moduri in care reactioneaza oamenii atunci cand simt ca-i ignori:
&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fostul/fosta prieten/a- iti promite ca daca nu-i raspunzi la telefon cand te suna,cu prima ocazie cand te vede sigur te cafteste.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cel/cea mai bun/a prieten/a cu care te-ai certat-se jura ca toata lumea va afla toate"secretele tale",dar intr-o varianta mult piperata de el/ea&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Parintii-se vaita la toate rudele ca ei s-au chinuit atat de mult sa te creasca si in schimb tu te comporti urat cu ei &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Profesorul- iti da 3 chiar daca tu ai stiut tot ce te-a intrebat el &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vecinii-iti arunca vorbe in stanga si-n dreapta despre cat de needucat/a esti tu.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vanzatorul de la care nu mai cumperi pentru ca a vrut sa te pacaleasca-ii minte pe ceilalti clienti ai sai ca tu mereu ramaneai dator/datoare si ca el era intelegator,iar acum il ignori din nerecunostinta&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fosta gasca-spune ca te-ai facut ingamfat/a&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Preotul-spune ca niciodata nu ai fost un bun enorias&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Si lista poate continua la infinit,nu-i asa?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7365715288973853221-1711703563658802037?l=cool-andreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/feeds/1711703563658802037/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7365715288973853221&amp;postID=1711703563658802037' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/1711703563658802037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/1711703563658802037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/2009/05/ignoranta.html' title='Ignoranta'/><author><name>scantei mov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801457601911403236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/TNcpUJ42XUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/FrJAjJNZ-os/S220/DSC03857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7365715288973853221.post-5910326837135587932</id><published>2009-04-30T16:02:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T11:31:15.727+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Adolescentul Anului 2009</title><content type='html'>"7 dimineata orasul se trezeste da nimeni nu zambeste;Fum de tigara, cafea cu lapte chioara, Shaorma se-nfioara, politia e cu tine doar cand iti este bine "

Stiti care este programul unui adolescent din ziua de azi,de dimineata si pana seara? Crede-ti ca citeste,se duce la teatru,la cercuri de literatura?Ei bine aflati ca nu este deloc asa.Iata ce face adolescentul anului 2009:
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;ora 7- Primul lucru pe care-l face este sa injure ceasul desteptator care iar suna parca mai devreme decat ar fi trebuit
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ora7:02-Se ridica cu greu din pat si se duce la baie pentru a efectua ritualul de inviorare&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;ora 7:11-Ia prima gura din cafeaua cu lapte si injura ca nu poate sa fumeze o tigare(ce parinti..cum sa-ti interzica sa fumezi de fata cu ei? )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ora 7:13-Se imbraca in graba pentru ca iar a inceput mama sa tipe la el ca intarzie la liceu&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;ora 7:14-Iese pe usa sa plece nu inainte de a lua o ultima sorbitura din ceasca de cafea.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;ora 7:15-In sfarsit poate sa-si aprinda o tigare si sa simta cu adevarat ca s-a trezit.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;ora 7:22-Ajunge in statia de Ratb.Termina tigarea.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;ora 7:29-Se satura de asteptat autobuzul si pleaca. Isi mai aprinde una.
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ora 7:36-Termina din nou tigarea.Ajunge in statia din Dorobanti.Vine autobuzul si se urca injurand ca iar nu are loc de bosorogii care pleaca de dimineata de acasa ca sa nu-i gaseasca moartea&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;ora 7:43-Coboara din autobuz tot injurand &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;ora 7:45-Ajunge la liceu,intra in clasa,saluta profesorul(daca isi aduce aminte) ,se duce in banca lui(ultima de la geam) si adoarme cu capul pe ghiozdanul pictat cu marker&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;ora 8:03-Este trezit brusc de strigatul profului si de rasetele colegilor care-l privesc amuzati&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;ora 8:04-Profesorul il pofteste sa paraseasca clasa si se duce sa-si continuie somnul pe scara liceului&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;ora 8:20-PAUZA.Se trezeste din cauza soneriei de pauza care tipa ca o sirena de salvare&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;ora 8:21-Se duce la magazinul din colt,isi cumpara o cafea dupa care se intalneste cu colegii si fumeaza cu totii cate o tigare&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;ora 8:40-Isi da seama ca s-a cam sunat de ceva vreme si se duce in clasa sa faca putina bascalie de batrana profesoara surda, de stiinte umane&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;ora 9:20 -PAUZA.Isi reia activitatile din pauza precedenta &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;ora 9:31-Se grabeste sa ajunga la ora de germana.Nu ca i-ar placea germana,dar profa e "buna"rau si asa ca are la ce sa se uite toata ora&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ora 10:20-PAUZA.Isi da seama ca a pierdut prea mult timp la liceu si isi suna tovarasii sa se intalneasca la Universitate sa mai dea un graffiti&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ora 10 :35-Se intalnesc si incep opera de arta pe cladirea dintre blocuri&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ora 12:24-Admira cu totii capodopera si se pregatesc sa-i faca ultimile retusuri.Observa o patrula a politiei indreptandu-se spre ei cu pasi repezi.Isi strang in graba totul si o iau la fuga printe blocuri cu politistii pe urmele lor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ora 12:30-Ajung in statia din Romana si urca in autobuzul care tocmai se pregatea sa inchida usile.Le fac cu mana din masina politistilor care din cauza burtilor mari se afla abia in dreptul cinematografului Studio si nu au reusit sa-i prinda&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ora 12:47-Intra cu baietii in McDonald's Unirii sa infulece ceva.Isi cumpara si a 3 a cafea din zi &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ora 13:26-Iese din McDonald's,fumeaza o tigare cu tovarasii,dupa care ii saluta si pleaca spre Romana.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ora 13:50-Isi ia prietena de la liceu.O saruta salbatic.O invita la film.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ora 13:55-Casa de bilete-cinematograf.Cumpara bilete-prietena plateste&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ora 13:57-Intra in sala de cinematograf&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ora 14:00-Incepe filmul&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ora 16:00-Filmul se termina.Iese cu prietena din cinematograf.Aprinde o tigare,isi ia prietena de mana si pleaca pe jos spre casa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ora 16:27-Isi lasa prietena la ea acasa si pleaca si el spre casa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ora 16:32-Ajunge acasa,isi arunca ghiozdanul intr-un colt al camerei ce arata ca dupa razboi.Isi aprinde o tigare.Se culca pe pat si isi fixeaza privirea in tavan tragand cu patos din tigare&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ora 16:38-Termina tigarea si isi aprinde alta.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ora 16:58-Stinge si a 3 a tigare si adoarme&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ora 22:13-Suna telefonul.Se trezeste,injura si raspunde.Inchide.Injura ca nu poate fuma-iar sunt parintii acasa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ora 22:15-Suna cineva la usa.Se duce si deschide.Prietena lui intra.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ora 22:16-Se giugiulesc in camera lui cateva minute&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ora 22:27-Suna telefonul.Raspunde.Inchide.Isi ia prietena si pleaca spre club&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ora 22:29-Isi aprinde o tigare&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ora 22:58-Ajung in club.Se intalnesc cu prietenii.Incepe distractia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ora 04:21-Paraseste clubul cu iubita si prietenii&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ora 04:49-Isi lasa prietena acasa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ora 04:56-Ajunge acasa.Adoarme.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7365715288973853221-5910326837135587932?l=cool-andreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/feeds/5910326837135587932/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7365715288973853221&amp;postID=5910326837135587932' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/5910326837135587932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/5910326837135587932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/2009/04/7-dimineata-orasul-se-trezeste-da.html' title='Adolescentul Anului 2009'/><author><name>scantei mov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801457601911403236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/TNcpUJ42XUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/FrJAjJNZ-os/S220/DSC03857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7365715288973853221.post-6270730936671572045</id><published>2009-04-27T18:09:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T11:31:08.382+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Minciuna...de ce ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ce este minciuna? Minciuna este un adevar "intors" pe care il folosim atunci cand simtim nevoia de a ne ascunde,de a provoca suferinta sau dimpotrivă de a proteja pe cineva de suferinta.Minciuna este precum un nor negru din care ies fulgere spre a aduce putina scanteie intr-o mare de intuneric si a produce impresia ca totul se va lumina.





Mi-ar placea sa nu mai fiu niciodata nevoita sa apelez la minciuna,sa pot spune intotdeauna lucrurilor pe nume si sa nu fiu judecata pentru ceea ce cred si simt sau imi doresc.De ce parintii,prietenii,toti cei care ma inconjoara imi dau uneori senzatia ca nu m-ar intelege daca as spune adevarul si parca ma obliga indirect sa-i mint? De ce atunci cand spui cuiva ca ai nevoie de el/ea langa tine nu intelege, dar daca il/o minti ca ceva grav ti s-a intamplat vine imediat? Ce frumosc ar fi ca atunci cand spun "te iubesc" sau "priveste-ma,eu voi pleca-n curand,ramai cu mine-n gand" sa-ti dai seama ca nu mint.

Vreau sa traiesc intr-o lume desenata de-un copil ,intr-o lume a inocentei in care sa nu existe nori intunecati si minciuna!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7365715288973853221-6270730936671572045?l=cool-andreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/feeds/6270730936671572045/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7365715288973853221&amp;postID=6270730936671572045' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/6270730936671572045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/6270730936671572045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/2009/04/minciunade-ce.html' title='Minciuna...de ce ?'/><author><name>scantei mov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801457601911403236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/TNcpUJ42XUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/FrJAjJNZ-os/S220/DSC03857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7365715288973853221.post-6720029945868963564</id><published>2009-04-24T13:41:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T11:30:51.604+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Topul...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Cele mai idioate chestii le care le-am auzit la persoanele din jurul meu in ultimul timp:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Mai intra si tu pe mess sa mai vorbim ca nu te-am mai vazut de un car de timp"(R: Nu pot sa-i inteleg pe cei care stau 24/24 h/zi pe mess...ce tot gasiti de vorbit? Mi se pare ok sa stai pe mess cand ai cu adevarat ceva de vorbit,nu asa toata ziua cu replici din alea idioate de genul :" -Buna,ce faci? / -Eu bine,tu?..." )&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;"Stiu eu ca ma iubeste,desi e cu domnisoara X de 10 ani...pe ea nu o iubeste.Nu poate renunta la ea,ca altfel ar fi acum cu mine." ( R: Fetelor trezirea :)) Nici un barbat nu sta intr-o relatie daca nu simte ceva pentru persoana respectiva si bineinteles ca toti va spun ca va iubesc pentru a avea o aventura cu voi )
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Iesim la un film? Da sa stii ca nu am nici un ban."(R: Cum sa inviti pe cineva la film daca nu ai bani? Putea sa zica mai bine: " Invita-ma la un film",suna mai putin penibil)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;"Te-am vazut nu stiu cand si mi s-a parut ca erai tu,dar sigur nu erai" (R: Pai hotaraste-te eram eu sa nu? Cum m-ai vazut daca zici ca nu eram eu? )&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;"Te-am scos la o plimbare pentru ca am nevoie de bani." (R: Gaseste-ti un job de dadaca pentru caini,daca nu suporti copii mici.Copii mari nu mai au nevoie de dadaca avand in vedere ca nu mai plang,scutece nu mai au,pentru a avea tu ce sa schimbi...)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;"Te imprumut cu 500 lei,dar sa stii ca ii vreau pana diseara."(R: Daca omul nu are bani,de unde sa-ti dea imprumutul inapoi in aceeasi zi? Doar se imprumuta din cauza ca nu are bani. )&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;"Imi e dor de tine,sper sa ne vedem cat de curand.De Craciun e bine?"( R: Mai bine astepti pana la Paste ca abia a trecut)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;"-De dimineata i-au cumparat sicriul, ca au zis ca in cateva zile moare. /-Asa au zis medicii? /-A nu...sotia lui si copii"( R:Saracul om,ce mult il mai iubeau ai lui,stiau ei ca moare chiar inainte de a zice medicii chestia asta... :)) Cu asa familie ce rost mai are sa traiesti. )&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;In a doua zi de Paste,am mai primit inca 2 vesti proaste,ambele de la celalalt capat de fir al telefonului(cred ca o sa incep sa urasc telefoanele)...prima dintre ele era despre persoana la care tin cel mai mult(facuse accident),iar a doua despre cineva pe care din pacate viata nu mi-a dat sansa de a il cunoaste prea bine(infarct...doar aparatele mai il tineau in viata).Mi-am dorit si de aceasta data sa se intample acel miracol mult asteptat.Si din fericire acel miracol s-a intamplat dar doar pe jumatate(accidentul persoanei la care tin cel mai mult s-a soldat doar cu pagube materiale,dar la cealalta persoana se pare ca cineva mai avea nevoie de un inger asa ca a decis ca o inima sa inceteze sa mai bata). Prefer sa ma opresc aici,nu mai vreau sa scriu despre moarte...Si imi doresc ca cineva,de acolo de sus,sa ne mai pasuie mult timp de acum inainte pana sa mai ia pe cineva dintre noi...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7365715288973853221-1227004341586901293?l=cool-andreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/feeds/1227004341586901293/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7365715288973853221&amp;postID=1227004341586901293' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/1227004341586901293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/1227004341586901293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/2009/04/tristete.html' title='Tristete'/><author><name>scantei mov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801457601911403236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/TNcpUJ42XUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/FrJAjJNZ-os/S220/DSC03857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7365715288973853221.post-6884343206055362007</id><published>2009-04-20T17:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T11:30:20.401+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uimitor...inca nu-mi vine sa cred ca a fost Pastele.Cred ca este primul an din restul vietii mele cand nu am simtit aproximativ deloc Invierea Domnului.Spun aproximativ deloc, pentru ca a existat un singur moment care m-a umplut de bucuria acestei minunate sarbatori,si anume atunci cand preotul la &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/SeyHkTLnq8I/AAAAAAAAAGw/kU-TMoAzXuM/s1600-h/DSC03745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326781516966505410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/SeyHkTLnq8I/AAAAAAAAAGw/kU-TMoAzXuM/s320/DSC03745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;miez
ul noptii a anuntat Invierea Domnului si ne-a chemat sa luam lumina.De obicei ma aflam in multime "luptandu-ma" sa ajung sa iau lumina din flacarea Sfanta,dar in acest an am simtit ca toate astea trebuie sa se schimbe,ce rost are sa te imbulzesti cand poti sa te duci dupa ce a
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trecut "uraganul" si sa-ti iei frumos lumina binecuvantata.Timp de 10 minute am privit dintr-un colt, din afara multimii, toata ingramadeala care s-a iscat atunci cand preotul a iesit din biserica tinand in maini lumanarile, a caror flacare era chiar din tara Sfanta-Ierusalim.Cu greu preotul a trecut prin multimea de credinciosi si a mers pana cand si ultimul crestin a putut sa se bucure de Inviere Mantuitorului luand lumina,apoi s-a oprit la masa din curtea bisericii de unde a propovăduit slujba de Inviere.In sfarsit,dupa ce toata lumea s-a linistit si s-a asezat frumos sa asculte slujba,am luat si eu lumina de la preot fara sa mai fiu calcata in picioare ca in alti ani , si mi-am dat seama cat ar fi de minunat ca toti oamenii sa fie civilizati macar in aceasta seara atat de sfanta,si cat de frumos ar fi ca lumea sa stea organizat si sa primeasca lumina Sfanta. Paste Fericit!-atat cat a mai ramas din el...





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&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/7365715288973853221-8674946357222593232?l=cool-andreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/feeds/8674946357222593232/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7365715288973853221&amp;postID=8674946357222593232' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/8674946357222593232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/8674946357222593232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>scantei mov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801457601911403236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/TNcpUJ42XUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/FrJAjJNZ-os/S220/DSC03857.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/SdswKdSG02I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p61Kn3ZxmSM/s72-c/DSC03692.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7365715288973853221.post-6224367299163655393</id><published>2009-04-06T14:12:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T11:30:02.358+02:00</updated><title type='text'>De ce....de ce????????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Intotdeauna mi-am inchipuit ca lumea in care traiesc nu poate avea nimic urat in ea...Nu pot sa inteleg de ce zilnic vad atata rautate in jurul meu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cum este posibil ca o persoana in care ai avut toata increderea din Univers si care credeai ca niciodata nu va putea sa te raneasca nici macar prin vorbe,cu atat mai mult prin fapte ,se poate transforma dintr-o data intr-un monstru? De ce nu a vrut sa accepte ajutorul cand l-am simtit ca prin faptele lui "striga"dupa cineva care sa-l ajute?De ce a preferat sa se transforme intr-o bruta decat sa fie cel de demult? Cum se poate schimba un om atat de mult?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;De ce cei de langa noi nu pot ramane la infinit gingasi precum razele soarelui si trebuie sa devina precum furtuna,intunecati si agresivi? As vrea sa pot sa-l iau in brate,sa-i spun din nou ca il iubesc si tot ce e urat sa dispara,sa fie din nou el...el fiinta minunata cu ochii caprui si chip de copil in care ma regaseam in fiecare secunda a existentei mele. Oare asa ceva mai poate exista vreodata,va mai fi el vrodata Fat Frumosul acela capabil sa-mi arate iubire? Si daca asta se va intampla cum voi putea uita toate aceste clipe de groaza,in care el e de nerecunoscut?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7365715288973853221-6224367299163655393?l=cool-andreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/feeds/6224367299163655393/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7365715288973853221&amp;postID=6224367299163655393' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/6224367299163655393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/6224367299163655393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/2009/04/intotdeauna-mi-am-inchipuit-ca-lumea-in.html' title='De ce....de ce????????'/><author><name>scantei mov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801457601911403236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/TNcpUJ42XUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/FrJAjJNZ-os/S220/DSC03857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7365715288973853221.post-4860257362299183327</id><published>2009-03-27T13:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T11:29:54.009+02:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ce se intampla? Stari de tensiune,agitatie,nervi,stres...2 luni si putin pana la bac?Cand a trecut timpul,cand a trecut liceul? Parca tinea 4 ani,de ce am impresia ca la mine a tinut mai putin? Mie dor de zilele alea cand nu aveam nici un stres din cauza ca liceul se termina...vreau sa dau timpul inapoi ... Vreau sa am iar macar 15 ani,atunci cand ma gandeam cu entuziasm la 18 ani...ce pacat ca nu ma gandeam si ca 18 reprezinta terminarea inca unei perioade de liniste care va fi marcata de stres maxim;cel mai mare stres din viata de elev.

Sfat: sa nu va doriti niciodata sa aveti 18 ani pentru ca la varsta asta se termina copilaria si vine domnul BAC!!!!!!!!!!! GROAZNIC

Zilele astea imi aduceam aminte de perioada cand eram copil( nu ca acum nu ma mai simt ca un copil de 5 ani :P ) si am constatat cu tristete ca atunci vroiam sa cresc...Ce dorinta mizerabila,oare cum puteam sa gandesc asa,de ce eram atat de inconstienta? Doamne cat de frumos era atunci,cand eram copil,cata distractie,plimbari, lipsa de griji si responsabilitati...uhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7365715288973853221-4860257362299183327?l=cool-andreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/feeds/4860257362299183327/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7365715288973853221&amp;postID=4860257362299183327' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/4860257362299183327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/4860257362299183327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/2009/03/ce-se-intampla-stari-de.html' title='....'/><author><name>scantei mov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801457601911403236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/TNcpUJ42XUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/FrJAjJNZ-os/S220/DSC03857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7365715288973853221.post-1280297677236311851</id><published>2009-03-03T16:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T22:16:28.077+02:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;In ultimile zile ma tot framanta niste ganduri...ma intreb cum de nu putem sa ne dam seama la timp de faptul ca uneori ii ranim pe cei din jur prin gesturile,faptele si vorbele noastre? Abia cand vedem cat pierdem din cauza unor simple vorbe,unor neadevaruri spune privind in ochii persoanei la care tineam,dar pe care intr-un anumit moment vrem sa o indepartam ,ne dam seama ce usor este sa ranesti pe cineva,dar cat de greu este sa "repari" sufletul unui om.De ce sunt momente in viata cand facem totul contrar a ceea ce simtim?
De ce nu putem sa spunem"Te iubesc!" si sa trecem mai departe in secunda potrivita,de ce ne gandim la tot ce a fost in trecut si nu stim sa traim prezentul si viitorul?De ce atunci cand cel care inseamna totul in viata ta iti spune :"Te iubesc,hai sa o luam de la capat..." trebuie sa-ti aduci aminte ca te-a ranit si nu-i mai dai o sansa ,sansa pe care in adancul sufletului tau stii ca o merita(oricine merita o a doua sansa).Ne este mai usor sa ii ranim pe cei din jur,crezand ca astfel noi vom avea de castigat;dar adevarul este ca ranindu-i pe ei,ne ranim pe noi insine si constientizam asta cand deja lasam o rana adanca in sufletele lor...mult prea adanca pentru a mai putea schimba ceva...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7365715288973853221-1280297677236311851?l=cool-andreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/feeds/1280297677236311851/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7365715288973853221&amp;postID=1280297677236311851' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/1280297677236311851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/1280297677236311851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-ultimile-zile-ma-tot-framanta-niste.html' title='....'/><author><name>scantei mov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801457601911403236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/TNcpUJ42XUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/FrJAjJNZ-os/S220/DSC03857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7365715288973853221.post-1279900127967798791</id><published>2008-10-28T17:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T11:29:38.157+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mereu eu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Dak as fi orb ,te-as pierde pentru ca nu te pot vedea.
Dak as fi muzician,te-as rani pentru k nu as putea sa-ti cant iubirea ce ti-o port...
As vrea sa fiu soarele,sa te pot mangaia tot timpul fara ca tu sa-ti dai seama;
As vrea sa fiu luna, sa-ti luminez calea pentru a gasi mereu drumul spre mine..
Dar sunt doar eu...mereu acelas eu kre iubeste in tacere si se stinge precum soarele si luna la apus si rasarit de dorul tau,pentru k tu nu vezi lumina din sufletul meu..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7365715288973853221-1279900127967798791?l=cool-andreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/feeds/1279900127967798791/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7365715288973853221&amp;postID=1279900127967798791' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/1279900127967798791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/1279900127967798791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/2008/10/dak-as-fi-orb-te-as-pierde-pentru-ca-nu.html' title='Mereu eu...'/><author><name>scantei mov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801457601911403236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/TNcpUJ42XUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/FrJAjJNZ-os/S220/DSC03857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7365715288973853221.post-1860625669133531062</id><published>2008-10-10T19:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T11:29:29.823+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Prezenta ta ma chinuie....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Cum sa fac sa nu-ti mai simt prezenta in fiecare secunda a existentei mele,cum sa nu-ti mai simt atingerea tandra cand ma trezesc dimineata,cum sa nu mai ma gandesc la tine in fiecare clipa? Pentru cateva momente am crezut k te-am uitat si m-am simtit libera,asa cum parca nu ma mai simtisem niciodata de cand te-am cunoscut...dar,mi-am adus subit de tine aminte si parca m-am trezit dintr-o scurta visare spre libertate.Am realizat k tu inca esti aici,in fiinta ,in sufletul si inima mea,dar ce folos caci din viata mea ai plecat de ceva vreme si poate k nimic nu te va mai aduce vreodata inapoi.&lt;/em&gt;


&lt;em&gt;Cat de trist e sa ma trezesk dimineata si sa nu te pot suna...sa nu te pot suna sa-ti aud vocea ce odata era plina de tandrete.Dar poate e mai bine asa,decat sa simt indiferenta ce o porti in suflet.Uneori te vad langa mine...ma tii de mana(zambim amandoi),ma privesti,apoi ma saruti si in cateva clipe devenim o singura fiinta...Ma pierd in ochii tai de-un albastru ceresc,ma simt precum un copil care vede pentru prima oara marea...sunt fericita,zambesc! &lt;/em&gt;

&lt;em&gt;Ma doare k nu pot sa-ti spun "Te iubesc!"pentru k aqm e prea tarziu,dar cel mai tare doare k nici macar nu mi-ai dat seansa sa-ti demonstrez asta vreodata....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7365715288973853221-1860625669133531062?l=cool-andreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/feeds/1860625669133531062/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7365715288973853221&amp;postID=1860625669133531062' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/1860625669133531062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/1860625669133531062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/2008/10/prezenta-ta-ma-chinuie.html' title='Prezenta ta ma chinuie....'/><author><name>scantei mov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801457601911403236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/TNcpUJ42XUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/FrJAjJNZ-os/S220/DSC03857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7365715288973853221.post-5675408828341850072</id><published>2008-09-18T20:47:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T11:29:21.150+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciudat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ciudat...de ce spun ciudat?Pentru k in ultima perioada m-am tot chinuit sa mai scriu si eu un amarat de articol pe blog si park ceva ma tot impiedica....Si acum stau si ma intreb oare de ce nu am mai putut scrie nimic atata timp,desi aveam atatea de povestit.Sa fie oare faptul k nu pot sa imi expun trairile? Dar sa trecem peste asta si sa va spun ce am mai facut in ultimile saptamani....In primul rand am decis sa este mai bine ca in momentul de fata sa iau o pauza in ceea ce priveste potentialele relatii sentimentale pentru k wow mai e putin si vine bac-ul(bine putin mai mult,pana la anu :D ),m-am apukt serios de lecturat(tot ce nu are legatura cu scoala),am descoperit k sunt marfa si cartile despre drogati si lumea interlopa,nu doar cele gen dragoste-drama(sunt in curs de citire la "Prietenul meu Leonard"-de James Frey-super roman).In rest imi dau seama in fiecare zi ce trece k ce am afirmat odata asa este,si anume faptul k nu poti sa ai incredere in nimeni afara de tine insuti si chiar nu exista prieteni adevarati pe kre sa te poti baza knd ai nevoie...sad.Cam atat pentru moment.Aaaa si scuze pentru faptul k te-am dezamagit pe tine X,nu a fost intentia mea dar asa este viatza cu suisuri si coborasuri si nu in ultimul rand multumesc domnule Z pentru putinele clipe de visare din kre m-ai trezit km brusk lovindu-ma puternic de cel mai inalt prag de unde nu speram sa cobor prea curand,dar poate este mai bine sa traiesti fiecare senzatie la momentul ei desi uneori acesta este mult prea aproape decat ne-am dori....爱否我遗弃&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7365715288973853221-5675408828341850072?l=cool-andreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/feeds/5675408828341850072/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7365715288973853221&amp;postID=5675408828341850072' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/5675408828341850072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/5675408828341850072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/2008/09/ciudat.html' title='Ciudat'/><author><name>scantei mov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801457601911403236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/TNcpUJ42XUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/FrJAjJNZ-os/S220/DSC03857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7365715288973853221.post-200403501443291237</id><published>2008-09-01T00:22:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T11:29:12.465+02:00</updated><title type='text'>18 ani...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Trecut de ora 24,deci- 1 septembrie-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;


&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cat de mult mi-am dorit sa ramana "17 ani...infinit",dar totul s-a sfarsit...Nu mai am 17 ani,nu mai intru in ritm,nu-mi mai iau palme din plin si nu mai cred in destin....Totul s-a schimbat intr-o secunda,in secunda dintre 23:59 si 00:00(dupa cum ar spune mama... 12 fix-esti punctuala-de unde atata:P )Stau si-mi tot repet"Nu mai ai 17,acum ai 18;suna ciudat rau...imi vine sa plang.Nu,nu vreau...nu vreau sa am 18 ani,sa iubesk si sa nu am bani(bine adevarul e k vreau soseaua mea cu un singur sens,poate ma va duce undeva),vreau sa ramana acei" 17 ani...infinit"cu bairame,timiditate, început,salivă ,buze ,răsuflare..."
Pentru cei kre nu stiu ink, 17 este varsta la kre totul e ciudat dar adorabil...Prima iubire adevarata,primii fiori asa cum nu ai mai simtit
niciodata;iubire,deceptie,furie,plans,zambet,confuzie,toate acestea te reprezinta knd vine vorba de...17.Acum stau si ma gandesk cum au fost ultimile zile din 17...imi vine in minte o imagine trista,dar apoi zambesk pentru k imi aduk aminte kte nebunii am faqt :)) exact k un copil.Ultima nebunie de la 17 a fost..... "wow",nici aqm nu-mi vine sa cred :D.Am faqt eu asta,eu copilul cuminte?Ma ingrozesk,dar da,da am faqt eu asta si sunt fericita pentru k am faqt ce am vrut si am trait nebunia de la 17 ani...
Desi pana aqm imi treceau prin minte numai lucruri urate despre 18,imi dau seama k am inceput relativ bine,am intrat km cu dreptul in majorat,pentru k tu desi departe ai fost langa mine!Desi te cunosk de atat de putin timp imi dau seama k ai devenit un pion principal in viatza mea,in viatza mea cu kre nu stiu prea bine ce sa fak acum,ce sa aleg...sa te aleg pe tine?Oare e bine?De ce trebuie sa sufere cineva,eu nu vreau asta?! :( He,he,he da lasa k vad eu ce fak;in fond abia aqm intru q bocancii in viatza :P Urati-mi bafta !!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7365715288973853221-200403501443291237?l=cool-andreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/feeds/200403501443291237/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7365715288973853221&amp;postID=200403501443291237' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/200403501443291237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/200403501443291237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/2008/08/18-ani.html' title='18 ani...'/><author><name>scantei mov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801457601911403236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/TNcpUJ42XUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/FrJAjJNZ-os/S220/DSC03857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7365715288973853221.post-9039594679411923345</id><published>2008-08-25T16:37:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T11:29:02.073+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Plictiseala</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Stau,privesc,zambesk,visez,sper,cred,vreau....te vad,de ce nu esti aici? Uhhh iar m-am plictisit.Mdah,dulce-amara stare de spirit.Planga,rad,imi amintesk,traiesk,cad,ma ridik,te ador,te uit si iar plang,rad.E clar,acum chiar realizez:m-am plictisit :D; de tine si de noi,de noi toti,amandoi. Te privesk,dar tu nu esti aici.Acum tu visezi cu ochii deschisi....da,da tu esti aici,dar departe de mine;esthi in universul tau in kre sunt si eu.Te pierzi in vise,desenezi culori si te ridici zambind.Te pictez in culori,esti gri.....ooops iar am gresit tiparul.Asa acum esti roz..ha ha ha =)) esthi roz-chhh.Ce se intampla,de ce te schimbi singur,vrei sa fi verde? Esti copac sau ce?Aaaa inteleg esti ren...verde?Esti nebun,renii nu sunt verzi,ei sunt mov :p Nu serios ce vrei sa fi? Dak tot e sa alegi vrei sa fi un zmeu...aha vrei sa ai toate culorile,mai bine ai fi curcubeu :)) oriqm semeni cu un glob disco...&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Domnule te rog,eu acum vorbesk serios...nu,nu visez!Serios?! Nu mai spune?De knd poti fi tu-eu?Plictiseala iti da voie? Ce treaba are ea cu mine? Aaaa ma vede paun,lasa k ma umflu eu in pene si sa vezi cum zboara ea.Dar nu pot :(( Acum ma cred cer,fara stele...negru...O urask....Cum pe cine?Pe ea,pe plictseala...Hai k tu m-ai plictisit,ma intork la ea....Nu,nu te parasesk pentru altul,ea doar ea,plictiseala dulcele meu tovarasi cu nume de fata sau e la neutru? Da,da...gata,gata...am inteles plek...Nici sa nu te gandesti,pe ea nu ti-o imprumut,e doar a mea...Plictiseala....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7365715288973853221-9039594679411923345?l=cool-andreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/feeds/9039594679411923345/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7365715288973853221&amp;postID=9039594679411923345' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/9039594679411923345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/9039594679411923345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/2008/08/plictiseala.html' title='Plictiseala'/><author><name>scantei mov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801457601911403236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/TNcpUJ42XUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/FrJAjJNZ-os/S220/DSC03857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7365715288973853221.post-7585860694570716224</id><published>2008-08-20T13:18:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T11:28:51.809+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternitate</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Avem impresia uneori ca totul va dura o eternitate. Dar ce inseamna eternitatea?Eternitatea nu este ceva care începe după ce mori. Ea se întâmplă tot timpul. Suntem în ea acum.Si trebuie sa o traim in fiecare clipa,in fiecare parte a fiintei noastre desi uneori ETERNITATEA doare.
Odata am crezut ca fiecare lucru ce mi se intampla este pentru eternitate....eram cu capul in nori,visam la infinitul ce nu credeam ca se poate transforma intr-o clipa in finit .Ce frumos este atunci cand visezi,atunci cand inchizi ochii si esti doar tu in intreg universul pe care il desenezi numai in culorile curcubeului si totul arata atat de viu,de colorat-asta este eternitatea pe care o visez si in care vreau sa traiesc.Dar e trist cand simti deodata ca adevarul te loveste bufff si trebuie sa te trezesti la realiatate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/SKv6oh1j-XI/AAAAAAAAAB0/LFgAT6aODeM/s1600-h/respiratia.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236554565933070706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/SKv6oh1j-XI/AAAAAAAAAB0/LFgAT6aODeM/s320/respiratia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;
Inca mai cred ca intr-o zi cineva va veni si-mi va sopti ca tot ce traiesc este un vis si ca trebuie doar sa deschid ochii pentru a vedea ca totul este minunat,ca un basm in care nu exista zmei si ca nici macar Fat-Frumos nu a trebuie sa treaca prin atatea ca sa ajunga la Ileana Cosanzeana,asa ca de ce as trece eu,nu viata mea este frumoasa asemenea iubirii dintre doi indragostiti-roz-.
Uneori ma intreb daca mi-ar placea ca viata sa fie pictata in roz.Pe moment in zic:"Da,da vreau ca viata mea sa fie roz,sa traiesc intr-un glob de sticla,sa nu am griji,probleme", dar apoi ma ingrozeste acest gand.Daca mi s-ar face rau de la atata roz?Daca ajung sa urasc rozul ce o sa ma fac neavand alta culoare in care sa traiesc?O sa mor de tristetea rozului,o sa ajung sa vad si suferinta in rozca si iubirea; si atunci care ar mai fi diferenta dintre iubire si suferinta?Eternitatea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7365715288973853221-7585860694570716224?l=cool-andreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/feeds/7585860694570716224/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7365715288973853221&amp;postID=7585860694570716224' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/7585860694570716224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/7585860694570716224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/2008/08/avem-impresia-uneori-k-totul-va-dura-o.html' title='Eternitate'/><author><name>scantei mov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801457601911403236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/TNcpUJ42XUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/FrJAjJNZ-os/S220/DSC03857.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/SKv6oh1j-XI/AAAAAAAAAB0/LFgAT6aODeM/s72-c/respiratia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7365715288973853221.post-6983199717707883632</id><published>2008-08-04T23:39:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T11:28:42.167+02:00</updated><title type='text'>iubire de copil...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cat de usor poate fi sa iubesti si cat de greu este pana ajungi sa intalnesti iubirea.Dar ce e iubirea?....Iubirea,iubirea este pasiune,dragoste,daruire,furie,razboi,ura,toate acestea impreuna...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Iti aduci aminte knd ai iubit prima oara?Eu imi aduk aminte perfect...a fost o dragoste enorma ce a tinut 2 ani,dar din pacate era platonica si mai mult k sigur neimpartasita.Era dragostea aceea a unei copile in inceput de maturizare,plina de teama k cineva ar putea sa-i descopere"misterul" si ca el,cel pe care il iubea va afla toate astea....Dar de ce imi era teama?Ce dak el ar fi aflat,oare nu era mai bine asa?Poate k da, dar mai bine nu... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232131225121672754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/SJxDoNObTjI/AAAAAAAAABs/HqT5Smj_xgs/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;

&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cand suntem doar niste copii ce incep sa se maturizeze totul ni se pare magic...primele trairi,prima iubire chiar si prima dezamagire ,toate sunt "wow".Ce bine ar fi dak si aqm ,peste atatia ani am crede la fel,dak nu ne-am da seama de ce se intampla cu adevarat in jurul nostru.Gandeste-te pentru o secunda cum ar fi sa nu-ti pese de ce se intampla...ce dak el nu te mai iubeste,si care e problema dak ea e mai buna k tine ?Tu stii kt valorezi si asta conteaza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ce bine era atunci knd nu-mi pasa de sentimentele altora,atunci knd eu ii faceam pe ei sa suspine si sa sufere .Cateodata ma intreb de ce nu pot sa fiu si acum la fel....dar imi gasesk repede o explicatie-m-am maturizat- si asa se intampla cand cresti;trebuie sa treci prin toate starile sufletesti,sa zambesti,sa iubesti ,sa crezi,sa speri,sa suferi,dar totodata sa te ridici si sa ai puterea sa o iei de la capat,pentru k asa este viata si altfel ea nu ar mai avea nici un farmec...ar fi chhhhhhh :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7365715288973853221-6983199717707883632?l=cool-andreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/feeds/6983199717707883632/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7365715288973853221&amp;postID=6983199717707883632' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/6983199717707883632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/6983199717707883632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/2008/08/cat-de-usor-poate-fi-sa-iubesti-si-cat.html' title='iubire de copil...'/><author><name>scantei mov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801457601911403236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/TNcpUJ42XUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/FrJAjJNZ-os/S220/DSC03857.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/SJxDoNObTjI/AAAAAAAAABs/HqT5Smj_xgs/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7365715288973853221.post-3375116087117647527</id><published>2008-07-30T15:11:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T11:28:33.217+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Liceu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/SJBc5QuGvyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/o6VGRwuiYTA/s1600-h/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228781306187792162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/SJBc5QuGvyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/o6VGRwuiYTA/s320/0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Liceu, - cimitir&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Al tinereţii mele -&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Pedanţi profesori&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Şi examene grele...&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Şi azi mă-nfiori&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Liceu, - cimitir&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Al tinereţii mele!-&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Liceu, - cimitir&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Cu lungi coridoare -&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Azi nu mai sunt eu&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Şi mintea mă doare...&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Nimic nu mai vreau -&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Liceu, - cimitir&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Cu lungi coridoare...-&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Liceu, - cimitir&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Al tinereţii mele -&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;In lume m-ai dat&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;In vâltorile grele,&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Atât de blazat...&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Liceu, - cimitir&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Al tinereţii mele!&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/7365715288973853221-3375116087117647527?l=cool-andreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/feeds/3375116087117647527/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7365715288973853221&amp;postID=3375116087117647527' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/3375116087117647527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/3375116087117647527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/2008/07/liceu.html' title='Liceu'/><author><name>scantei mov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801457601911403236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/TNcpUJ42XUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/FrJAjJNZ-os/S220/DSC03857.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/SJBc5QuGvyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/o6VGRwuiYTA/s72-c/0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7365715288973853221.post-2260437156376498830</id><published>2008-07-25T22:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T11:28:23.537+02:00</updated><title type='text'>viatza....mister?</title><content type='html'>Credeam...Credeam k stiu ce inseamna cu adevarat viata!Oare de ce am crezut asta tot timpul si de ce,de ce ea(viatza) s-a incapatanat sa-mi arata k nu e asa,k nu stiu nimik despre ea?De ce trebuie k atunci knd avem impresia k viatza este compusa numai din fericire,din roz,de ce trebuie ea sa ne loveask brusk si sa ne arate k nu e asa,k ea nu e o vata de zahar in mana unui copil kre poate face ce vrea cu ea,ci din contra poate fi cat vrea ea de capricioasa si de neagra?

Azi pentru mine curcubeul a disparut,rozele nu mai sunt roze,ele nu mai infloresk,nu mai esti vecinul de alaturi si nu mai ma iubesti....Cum poate viatza asta sa aiba o ura atat de mare inkt sa se bucure knd ne vede suferind,de ce mai avem doar o viatza dak si aceea este urata si trista si avem momente knd nu am mai vrea sa o avem,iar dak suntem putin norocosi din fire chiar reusim sa scapam de ea odata pentru totdeauna si sa nu mai suferim .

Cine poate explica suferintza ce o simt acum knd tu nu mai ma vrei langa tine,pentru k fara sa vreau.pentru k asa mi-a fost scris tragicul destin , te-am faqt sa suferi...Ce simti tu knd vezi k eu ma lupt cu suferintza knd tu esti fericit sau nu e asa?Si dak nu ar fi asa ,dak ink ai mai tine la mine,chiar ai putea sa ma faci sa sufar atat de tare k acum knd simt k mi se rupe inima,sufletul in mii de bucatele,knd simt k ma ridik incet la cer desi fizik ink sunt in lumea asta plina de ura si suferinta care nu face altceva decat sa-mi unga ranile cu cel mai tare alcool pentru a suferi si mai mult.De ce nu pot sa ma sting intr-o mare de foc iar apoi sa renasc din propria-mi cenusa precum pasarea Phoenix?...inteleg eu nu sunt asa maiastra k si ea;oare de asta nu mai ma iubesti?Cum poti sa porti atata ura in sufletul pe care il stiam curat precum izvorul cristalin,cat rau ti-am putut face intr-un timp atat de scurt?Sau poate pentru tine a insemnat o eternitate?

Iti aduci aminte knd ne iubeam,ce frumos era?Atunci erai vesel,acum esti trist.Atunci erai tandru,acum esti de piatra.Atunci ma iubeai,acum......E oare ea mai buna decat mine si te iubeste mai mult?Sau ea nu exista,existi doar tu si inima ta rece k ghiatza kre nu mai ma vrea iar langa tine? Oriqm eu te iubesk,te voi iubi mereu....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7365715288973853221-2260437156376498830?l=cool-andreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/feeds/2260437156376498830/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7365715288973853221&amp;postID=2260437156376498830' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/2260437156376498830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/2260437156376498830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/2008/07/credeam.html' title='viatza....mister?'/><author><name>scantei mov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801457601911403236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/TNcpUJ42XUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/FrJAjJNZ-os/S220/DSC03857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7365715288973853221.post-7713833025338418636</id><published>2008-07-21T23:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T11:27:56.329+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotii pentru prima data....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Astazi 21 iulie 2008 este pentru prima data knd scriu pe acest blog...am emotii :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sa vedem.Incep cu mari emotii dar sper sa trek repede peste ele.Sa va spun kte ceva despre mine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-numele meu este Andreea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-sunt nascuta pe 1 septebmrie 1990(17 ani-ink)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-sunt o persoana capricioasa(imi place k toata lumea sa fie la picioarele mele),ador sa fiu iubita,rasfatata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-imi place sa ascult muzica(in afara de manele),sa citesc(uneori :D) si ador sa scriu (atunci knd dispun de inspiratia necesara),ador plimbarile si calatoriile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-sunt eleva in Bucuresti in clasa a XII-a(din toamna)-urmeaza bac-ul ,urati-mi bafta :D. Pupici&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7365715288973853221-7713833025338418636?l=cool-andreea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/feeds/7713833025338418636/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7365715288973853221&amp;postID=7713833025338418636' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/7713833025338418636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7365715288973853221/posts/default/7713833025338418636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cool-andreea.blogspot.com/2008/07/astazi-21-iulie-2008-este-pentru-prima.html' title='Emotii pentru prima data....'/><author><name>scantei mov</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03801457601911403236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_46RK3CYAZlQ/TNcpUJ42XUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/FrJAjJNZ-os/S220/DSC03857.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
