<?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-1880258717912584671</id><updated>2012-01-21T11:00:20.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stefy's world-Pages of my journal</title><subtitle type='html'>Blog-ul acesta a fost realizat pentru a crea un nou univers.Un loc in care falsitatea nu exista,ceva in care sentimentele si visele sunt importante.:)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagesofmyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880258717912584671/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagesofmyjournal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stefania's world-pages of my journal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691895194829824235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880258717912584671.post-6143586810255030062</id><published>2012-01-21T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T11:00:20.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu fi trist ...greselile te-nvata.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z6Vc2PJD5Iw/TxsIm9otrdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/p2uHOhkAFao/s1600/Tacking_Back_Control_by_complejo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z6Vc2PJD5Iw/TxsIm9otrdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/p2uHOhkAFao/s1600/Tacking_Back_Control_by_complejo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; De multe ori intelegem ca atunci cand exista o greseala noi suntem de vina ,insa nimeni sau aproape nimeni nu priveste catre firul destinului si nimeni sau aproape nimeni nu se gandeste la faptul ca fiecare greseala ne duce catre o alta lume...catre diverse locuri in care ne regasim ,in care descoperim o alta latura a noastra.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Invata de gresile si pretuieste orice moment,nu condamna greseala,iubeste-o ca a existat in viata ta...fara ea oricum nu sti sigur ce s-ar fi intamplat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fhGcwTLrkuM/TxsJ8mOuU0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/-bHXyjinC1M/s1600/good_bye_ordinary_world_by_pacsaman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fhGcwTLrkuM/TxsJ8mOuU0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/-bHXyjinC1M/s320/good_bye_ordinary_world_by_pacsaman.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Esti liberrrrrr,bucuta-te de faptul ca treci peste si tine cont ca exista sutee de cazuri in care gresesti si oamenii nu te judeca de ce o faci tu ?Esti om ...bun deci gandesti.NU STTTIII VORBA AIAAAA?Toti oamenii gresesti asa ca nu fi trist ca s-a intamplat ,ci zambeste ca ai&amp;nbsp; trecut peste!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Toate-s trecatoare si tine minte ca cine iti sterge lacrimile de bucurie ,ti le va sterge si pe cele ale tristetii daca te iubeste cu adevarat si te va lasa sa vorbesti ore in sir indiferent daca aberezi sau nu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880258717912584671-6143586810255030062?l=pagesofmyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagesofmyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6143586810255030062/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pagesofmyjournal.blogspot.com/2012/01/nu-fi-trist-greselile-te-nvata.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880258717912584671.post-581062453422988321</id><published>2012-01-15T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T01:26:10.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZI DE ZI...</title><content type='html'>De ce sa nu recunoastem ca nu avem o singura zi in care sa nu vedem oameni care isi bat joc la propriu de cei ce trec pe langa ei si de ce sa nu recunoastem ca exista persoane care cred ca pot schiba lumea.Ca mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QT24T6LBES4/TxKa3HK4QkI/AAAAAAAAAEY/uhQYvI8Tup4/s1600/oameni-pe-strada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QT24T6LBES4/TxKa3HK4QkI/AAAAAAAAAEY/uhQYvI8Tup4/s320/oameni-pe-strada.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tind de foarte multi ani desi nu am o varsta asa mare ca oamenii au undeva acolo acel ceva magic care ii poate schimba.Cred ca intr-o zi vom trece de la indiferenta&amp;nbsp; care ne imbata pe strazile tarii noastre la zambetele gingase si felul saritor pentru a da o mana de ajutor cuiva.&lt;br /&gt;Practic nu am un interes clar ,insa sunt genul ala de persoana care se bucura atunci cand vede oamenii zambind.Dezavantaj?Uneori prefer sa sufar eu ca altii sa fie fericit si revenind sper ca intr-o zi oamenii sa isi dea mastile jos.Sa ajute,sa zambeasca,sa rada ,sa fie dezinvolti si sa nu conteze daca cunosc sau nu pe cineva de langa mine sau sa nu imi fie frica ca daca rog pe cineva sa imi faca o poza raman fara aparat.&lt;br /&gt;Asadar.....incercati oamenilor sa fiti buni si veti vedea ca veti vedea si voi lumea ca mine.Imaginati-va o zi plina de zambete ,soare,plimbari in locul celor agitate cu rautatea din jur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880258717912584671.post-4985448924319722104</id><published>2012-01-08T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T14:43:37.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senzuala sau vulgara?/Penibil sau sexy?</title><content type='html'>Senzuala sau vulgara?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Avand in vedere ca dupa minuscula mea experienta de viata sunt in stare sa sesizez diferenta dintre o femeie sunzeala ce aduce in discutie adevaratele atuuri sexy ala unei femei prin care poate da pe spate pe oricine si o femeie vulgara care nu face decat sa te duca cu gandul catre trotuar.Prea sincer?E mai bine...in ultimul timp clubirile,strazile ,evenimentele si simplele party-uri sunt pline de astfel de persoane chicioase.&lt;br /&gt;ATENTIE!O femeie care isi arata formele nu inseamna ca este neaparat vulgara.Atitudinea e mult mai importanta decat credeti.&lt;br /&gt;FEMEI SEXY?DUPA PAREREA MEA DESIGUR SI STIU CLAR CA MULTI SUNT DE ACORD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zAp1Sl8hz9Q/TwoU0WvqcPI/AAAAAAAAADw/KCuxpMQi1yI/s1600/Angelina-Jolie-Wallpapers-for-Desktop-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zAp1Sl8hz9Q/TwoU0WvqcPI/AAAAAAAAADw/KCuxpMQi1yI/s320/Angelina-Jolie-Wallpapers-for-Desktop-5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De exemplu ,Angelina intotdeauna a fost una dintre cele mai ravnite ,desi a fost si criticata.Pentru mine este o adevarata femeie oricum .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asadar,parerea mea este ca pot oferi un strict necesar de idei ,deoarece nu pot da sfaturi ,nu ma consider in masura:D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.O petrecere nu inseamna oportunitatea de a-ti arata tot ce ai tu pe sub lenjeria intima,ci o buna ocazie pentru a-ti arata bunul gust,finetea si cat de cizelata esti.&lt;br /&gt;2.Clubul,evenimentele ce au loc in timpul serii,REVELIONUL,etc. nu aduc cu sine kilogramele de strasuri si sclipici care va fac sa pareti ieftine in momentul in care nu aveti habar cum sa le folositi.&lt;br /&gt;3.Nu purtati tocuri foarte inalte daca stici ca nu puteti sta pe ele .De ce?Nu este frumos sa mergi intr-un club de exemplu si sa stai toata seara jos din cauza pantofilor.Era un efort?Nu!Puteti gasi ceva frumos,pe placul vostru,stilat care sa aiba tocul mai micut si in care sa va simtiti confortabil.&lt;br /&gt;4.Nu faceti pe ,,modelul''.Daca ai tocuri ,rochie etc.nu inseamna ca trebuie sa iti impleticesti picioarele ,deoarece important este sa arati ca nu te balangani ,nu fluturi din maini si nu esti cocosata,nu ca te-ai uitat la prezentarile de moda unde intradevar ai nevoie sa stii sa mergi intr-un anume fel.PS:Cine poate merge asa ,BRAVO!:x&lt;br /&gt;5.Nu amestecati materialele!Se vede oribil atunci cand ai catifea,sclipici,bumbac si mai stiu eu ce amestecate in tinuta ta .NUUUU!Poti arata bogatia garderobei tale pe rand,nu cred ca locul in care mergeti o sa fie primul si ultimul.&lt;br /&gt;6.Nu va coafati ca si cum ar trebui sa fiti cea mai cea.Va asigur ca daca stiti sa impuneti o anumita tinuta si imagine veti fi superbe si cu parul intins sau buclat sau in orice caz ceva destul de usor de realizat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nadmHq1Ekjs/TwoXaU_m9iI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3ofJRqxoIpg/s1600/3917o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nadmHq1Ekjs/TwoXaU_m9iI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3ofJRqxoIpg/s320/3917o.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ex:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Nu mai folositi tonele alea de scipici,perle iluminatoare sau bronzante,glossuri stridente,culori indraznete etc.amestecataaaaa.Incercati sa fiti mai naturaleee.Mai bine ingrijitiva mai mult de tenul vostru si dati-i o textura mai neteda,aratati-l ingrijit si odihnit,altfel o sa pareti penibile si mai ingrijite decat ati fi aparut cu cearcanele de dimineata:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IETdTmFdcjc/TwoYU3hMz9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/D9UCMH7WgmY/s1600/main_ingrijire_ten1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IETdTmFdcjc/TwoYU3hMz9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/D9UCMH7WgmY/s320/main_ingrijire_ten1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ex:&lt;br /&gt;7.Nu alegeti rochii foarte sexy si sclipitoare in acelasi timp .Orientati-va catre o eleganta care sa va ofere feminitatea si senzualitatea potrivita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Comportativa normal si nu incercati sa iesiti in evidenta prin tipete ,glume proaste etc.&lt;br /&gt;9.Nu fiti false!Faceti ceea ce simtiti ,insa nu intreceti limitele.Tineti cont de faptul ca acolo se mai afla si alte persoane.&lt;br /&gt;10.Alege parfumul si accesoriile potrivite.Nu arunca nimic la intamplare pe tine.Daca nu stii ce sa pui mai bine alegi ceva simplu si discret decat ceva pompos si ridicol.Daca iti permite tinuta ...renunta de tot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PENIBIL SAU SEXY?&lt;br /&gt;De parca nu stim in ziua de azi de cate ori nu vedem baieti care si-ar pune un semn mare in frunte ca sa atraga atentia devenind niste clovni .&lt;br /&gt;1.Aveti grija la tunsoare.Nu va faceti cine stie ce prostie daca nu sunteti asigurati ca o puteti intretine,ca va sta bine.si ca nu va maturizeaza sau intinereste mai mult decat este cazul.&lt;br /&gt;2.Nu va dati cu toata sticla de parfum.Mai bine aveti grija sa nu dati dovata ca sunteti prieteni buni cu porcii atunci cand beti ceva acidulat sau mancati.(stiti la ce ma refer).&lt;br /&gt;3.Nu folositi tot gelul sau fixativul ca sa fiti voi sigur ca tot o sa fie ok.Mai bine apareti si voi cu ceva mai relaxat si obisnuit decat sa aratati ca o coada de matura toata seara.&lt;br /&gt;4.Evitati si voi sa va deschideti camasile daca nu sunteti siguri ca e cazul si aveti putin mai multa grija ca parul de pe piept ,subrat etc.&lt;br /&gt;5.Nu amestecati adidasii cu sacourile etc.Decat sa faci o ciorba mai bine stai acasa.&lt;br /&gt;6.Nu te arunca la bar doar ca sa arati fetelor ce rezistent esti tu si dupa sa faci ca un disperat pe langa ele.&lt;br /&gt;7.Daca ai prietena incercati sa va asortati si voi cu ceva ...E CAM AIUREA CA EA SA FIE IN ROCHIE SI TU IN ADIDASI NU?&lt;br /&gt;8.Lasati si voi din chestiile stralucitoare...gen...prea mult lac ,sclipici etc pe haine sau incaltaminte.&lt;br /&gt;9.Lasati ghiulurile ,telefoanele de fita,ceasurile si asa daca nu au nicio legatura cu ocazia sau tinuta.Aveti o viata sa le aratati ,PLUS CA toate deodata va fac sa pareti chiciosi.&lt;br /&gt;10.Dovediti ca sunteti gentlemani si seriosi.Zambiti atragator si sexy asta sigur o sa va aduca muuultee fete,decat sa va frecati de ele toata seara:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H3l7fXkSk58/Twob7VrUlKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/JnEdzUPn2RY/s1600/26+William+Levy+Gutierrez+picture.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H3l7fXkSk58/Twob7VrUlKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/JnEdzUPn2RY/s320/26+William+Levy+Gutierrez+picture.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ex.:EL E OK!;)&lt;br /&gt;ACUM VREAU SA FIE CLARRRRR CA NU AM NICIO TREABA CU MODA SAU CHESTII DEASTEA.SUNT PUR SI SIMPLU OPINII DE ALE MELE DE CARE EU MEREU AM TINUT CONT SI PE CARE AM VRUT SA LE IMPARTASESC:x!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880258717912584671-4985448924319722104?l=pagesofmyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagesofmyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4985448924319722104/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pagesofmyjournal.blogspot.com/2012/01/senzuala-sau-vulgarapenibil-sau-sexy.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880258717912584671/posts/default/4985448924319722104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880258717912584671/posts/default/4985448924319722104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagesofmyjournal.blogspot.com/2012/01/senzuala-sau-vulgarapenibil-sau-sexy.html' title='Senzuala sau vulgara?/Penibil sau sexy?'/><author><name>Stefania's world-pages of my journal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691895194829824235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zAp1Sl8hz9Q/TwoU0WvqcPI/AAAAAAAAADw/KCuxpMQi1yI/s72-c/Angelina-Jolie-Wallpapers-for-Desktop-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880258717912584671.post-819683870893938810</id><published>2012-01-07T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T00:56:04.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ca doi copii...:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zckX247BDec/TwgG2NKogiI/AAAAAAAAADY/uL0FdElLkLI/s1600/petreceri-copii-mea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zckX247BDec/TwgG2NKogiI/AAAAAAAAADY/uL0FdElLkLI/s320/petreceri-copii-mea.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E asa genial atunci cand ai pe cineva aproape,acel cineva care stie sa te faca bine atunci cand esti suparat ,cineva care te intelege si sprijina,te face sa razi,te sustine ,cineva important.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Nu demult am realizat ca persoana asta exista pentru mine si el stie foarte bine asta si nu ma va deranja niciodata sa imi fac publice sentimente de genu...&lt;br /&gt;DE CE?PENTRU CA SUNT MANDRA DE EL.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Toti oamenii gresesc,deci si el o face ,insa asta nu inseamna ca pot uita momente minunate,romantice,haioase,frumoase ,amintirile alea care te fac sa vrei trecutul inapoi si indiferent de certuri sau divergente tine minte ca cel ce tia fost alaturi mereu iti va fi defapt intotdeauna in sufletul lui,insa atunci cand intervine indiferenta inseamna ca nu merita.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Iubesti si esti iubit?FRUMOS DE-A DREPTUL,insa urat este atunci cand sentimentul nu este reciproc...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; SFAT?Renunta.E cel mai bine pentru ca tie nu iti va da lacrimile inapoi nimeni si in timp ce tu suferi el iti va rade in nas ,insa pana sa fii sigur de asta LuPtA !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; PS:Adevaratele sentimente nu pot fi omorate de nimeni ,ci intarite .Nici macar distanta nu poate distruge atunci cand exista dragoste adevarata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jELUcr6nFdI/TwgIj4-6AZI/AAAAAAAAADo/CEmB5D9RXGY/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jELUcr6nFdI/TwgIj4-6AZI/AAAAAAAAADo/CEmB5D9RXGY/s1600/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Aceasta este singura avutie pe care nu o poate lua nici chiar moartea:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880258717912584671-819683870893938810?l=pagesofmyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagesofmyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/819683870893938810/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pagesofmyjournal.blogspot.com/2012/01/ca-doi-copii.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880258717912584671/posts/default/819683870893938810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880258717912584671/posts/default/819683870893938810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagesofmyjournal.blogspot.com/2012/01/ca-doi-copii.html' title='Ca doi copii...:)'/><author><name>Stefania's world-pages of my journal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691895194829824235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zckX247BDec/TwgG2NKogiI/AAAAAAAAADY/uL0FdElLkLI/s72-c/petreceri-copii-mea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880258717912584671.post-7693996859970186759</id><published>2012-01-04T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T14:01:31.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FEMEILE...DIFICILE?NU,CI MISTERIOASE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JefuA4HwXfs/TwSmbh2F0ZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/pKP6MAfXRtI/s1600/O+femeie+din+trei+a+tinut+macar+o+data+o+dieta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JefuA4HwXfs/TwSmbh2F0ZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/pKP6MAfXRtI/s320/O+femeie+din+trei+a+tinut+macar+o+data+o+dieta.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;REGULI?NU!NU AI NEVOIE!&lt;br /&gt;CEEA CE TREBUIE SA STI ?...asta daca sunteti deja impreuna.&lt;br /&gt;1.Niciodata sa nu ridici tonul la ea...te asigur ca urmatoarea miscare a ei va fi emitarea unui racnet care te va lasa surg pentru minute bune.&lt;br /&gt;2.Evita sa vorbesti cu subinteles.Va avea grija de fiecare data sa inteleaga ceva in asa fel incat tu vei pica prost.&lt;br /&gt;3.Nu-i inchide telefonul...Care pot fi urmarile?Lacrimi sau o cearta imensa pentru urmatoarele 10 zile.&lt;br /&gt;4.Nu jigni si Nu O Lovi orice tiar face.Asta e dovada ca esti sau nu un mitocan.&lt;br /&gt;5.Nu o minti.Te asigura ca este preferabila o palma ,decat o despartire pentru o minciuna.&lt;br /&gt;6.Nu comenta atunci cand ea alege filmul.Plictisitor sau nu pentru ea faptul ca idiotenile la care se uita iti plac e o dovada de iubire.&lt;br /&gt;7.Spune-i ,,te iubesc''atunci cand simti cu adevarat si esti sigur pentru ca dupa aceste doua cuvinte este considerat prins ,insfacat si legat bine.&lt;br /&gt;8.Daca iti face de mancare sau curat in camera sau orice altceva sa NU spui niciodata ca nu e bine.Se va lasa cu plansete si certuri.&lt;br /&gt;9.Nu ii spune niciodata ca nu arata bine ,dimpotriva fa-o sa se simta sexy si vei ajunge in Rai.&lt;br /&gt;10.Niciodata sa nu uiti ziua voastra sau a ei.O SINGURA ZI UITATE ESTE EGALA CU ANI INTREGI IN CARE ITI VA SPUNE: ,,DA...SI ANUL ACELA CAND AI UITAT MAI STII?PORCULE!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bunnn...vrei sa o cuceresti si nu sti cum...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pentru inceput sa zicem ca ai intalnit-o la cafenea sau in club sau oriunde altundeva unde tu ai putea fi .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.Cere-i discret numarul de telefon (nu id-ul,urasc despteptii care fac asta,de parca alta treaba n-am decat sa astept sa vad daca intra el sau nu),dar asigura-te ca prietenul ei nu e la masa cel putin asta daca nu cumva ea chiar nu are unul.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.Nu o invita la o intalnire din prima ,o sa i se pare ca esti TIPIC.Fa ceva original ...arata-i ca nu gandesti doar cu acel cap...si incearca sa o cunosti putin .Intretine genul ala de conversatii in care pari interesat de ea ,insa nu transforma totul intr-un interogatoriu.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.Fiiiiii haiossss ,dar ai grija sa nu pari un papagal.Dovedeste-i ca esti sensibil,calm,elegant si gentleman.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.Dupa cateva discutii e momentul pentru o intalnire...asa ca poti renunta la discutii sincere si monotone si incearca sa o vezi in actiune ,invit-o la un club undeva unde sa se poata,,dezlantui'' si te asigur ca daca accepta si ea te place.Femeile stiu bine ca genul de locuri sunt perfecte pentru o tinuta sexy si o ocazie buna de a-si arata atuurile.Apropo:daca nu ai bani de club invito frumos la tine acasa si asigur-o ca nu se va intampla nimic.Putina muzica si un film o sa ii placa sigur.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.Arata-i ca iti pasa fiind grijuliu si atent cu ea.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;6.Nu insista daca nu iti raspunde la telefoane ,poti deveni stresant.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;7.Te respinge?E bine .Asta inseamna ca te place ,insa in cazul in care iti vorbeste raspicat renunta.E mai bine!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;8.Nu te uita la nimeni altcineva ,priveste-o fix .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;9.Nu te imbraga ca un papitoi,nu consuma toata cutia cu gel,nu folosi chilotii cei noi si fardurile lu maicata doar ca sa o impresionezi pentru ca o sa isi dea seama ca o faci doar ca sa faci impresie.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;10.Lasa ,,capul''cu ajutorul caruia toti aveti tendinta sa ganditi.Incearca ceva frumos.Pentru sex ai timp o viata !&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; PS:Nu sunt pentru relatiile extraconjugale ca sa zic asa,insa daca tii la ea cu adevarat nu o forta sunt atatea si atatea care tanjesc:))!&lt;/b&gt;&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/1880258717912584671-7693996859970186759?l=pagesofmyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagesofmyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7693996859970186759/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pagesofmyjournal.blogspot.com/2012/01/femeledificilenuci-misterioase.html#comment-form' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880258717912584671.post-3087722637798169514</id><published>2012-01-03T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T10:42:06.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bucura-te de banal...candva va fi fenomenal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--qJmsLofoso/TwNSbqZzQwI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Fi5m_1k2cNM/s1600/Zambet-de-copil.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--qJmsLofoso/TwNSbqZzQwI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Fi5m_1k2cNM/s320/Zambet-de-copil.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sunt absolut sigura ca toti ati avut momente in care ati privit pozele de cand erati mici mirandu-va de faptul ca radeati cu gura pana la urechi pentru ca mama voastra se stramba in spatele tatalui in timp ce acesta facea poza si pun pariu ca vi s-au povestit o gramada de intamplari in care mama voastra era suparata pentru ca sparseserati inca o data setul bun de farfurii iar voi o sfidati stand in fund pe covor si razand de parca ati vazut cel mai bun film de comedie din lume.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Crestem si sunt sigura ca daca la 0 ani ne-am putea forma amintiri toti am rade si ne-am gandi cat de ciudat e sa stai la sanul mamei parand rusinos si zicand:,, Cat de aiurea''.,insa atunci universul acela mic in care creati reprezenta o intreaga insiruire de zambete iar dupa doua minute in care plangeati pentru ca va deranja soarele sau mama va infofolea prea tare ,zambeati.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Acum ,cand esti mare nu mai ai nimic din ceea ce aveai intr-un timp ,eventual cand soarele te deranjeaza incepi si injuri,stai la semafor si ai impresia ca mori daca astepti sa fie verde,razi de oamenii batrani sau de copii care cad si se lovesc,insa cati oameni mai au curajul sa fie cu sufletul deschis?Cati oameni au tupeul sa spune ca frunza care le-a cazut pe umar toamna trecuta li s-a parut cel mai frumos lucru din lume,cati vorbesc despre unicitatea fulgilor de zapada ce dispar ,cati se simt linistiti cand aud scancete sau rasete de copil.Cati mai sunt COPII?Am fost...toti am fost copii si stiti bine ca adulti va spun mereu:,,Eu am fost ca tine!''&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Intradevar...ceea ce inseamna ca si ei au iubit ceva banal,ceva ce la ,,maturitate'' ,valoarea pe care toti avem impresia ca o dobandim de azi pe maine uitam si astfel dam dovada de incurabilul virus omenesc.A FI&amp;nbsp; MATUR NU INSEAMNA A TE RUSINA DE BANALITATILE VIETII CE TE FAC FERICIT,CI A FI PREGATIT SA ITI ASUMI ORICE FAPTA SI A FI INTOTDEAUNA GATA SA LUPTI PENTRU CEEA CE ITI DORESTI.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Toti priviri zambind la pozele din copilarie....dura si grea,perfecta si haioasa,toti am trecut prin ea si toti am zambit macar o singura data.Acum de ce sa uitam sa fim copii?De ce sa ne ascundem?In fiecare om exista un copil si acela se arata de cele mai multe ori la vederea amintirilor iar un om adevarat este mandru de faptul ca de mic a stiut sa aprecieze orice lucru minor din jurul sau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLijbdmZ8PE/TwNVYhkDzqI/AAAAAAAAADE/QuaByLcUyNA/s1600/banal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLijbdmZ8PE/TwNVYhkDzqI/AAAAAAAAADE/QuaByLcUyNA/s320/banal.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; AM SCRIS ACEST ARTICOL PENTRU A DOVEDI CA NU IMI ESTE FRICA SA RECUNOSC CA INTOTDEAUNA VOI FI COPIL,CA INTOTDEAUNA VOI AVEA IN MINTE MOMENTELE FRUMOASE DIN COPILARIE SI CA INTOTDEAUNA VOI FI MANDRA CA EU TRAIESC PRIN AMINTIRI!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880258717912584671-3087722637798169514?l=pagesofmyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagesofmyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3087722637798169514/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pagesofmyjournal.blogspot.com/2012/01/bucurate-de-banalcandva-va-fi-fenomenal.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880258717912584671/posts/default/3087722637798169514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880258717912584671/posts/default/3087722637798169514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagesofmyjournal.blogspot.com/2012/01/bucurate-de-banalcandva-va-fi-fenomenal.html' title='Bucura-te de banal...candva va fi fenomenal!'/><author><name>Stefania's world-pages of my journal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691895194829824235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--qJmsLofoso/TwNSbqZzQwI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Fi5m_1k2cNM/s72-c/Zambet-de-copil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880258717912584671.post-7789072335955619831</id><published>2012-01-02T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T08:00:38.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iubirea.Sentimente lasate intre doua lumi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jW589GT3iRU/TwHRT64aGaI/AAAAAAAAACg/XRzu6rW8_4o/s1600/763_2_misterele_iubirii.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jW589GT3iRU/TwHRT64aGaI/AAAAAAAAACg/XRzu6rW8_4o/s320/763_2_misterele_iubirii.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; De ce traim intr-o lume atat de superficiala in care nimanui nu-i pasa de ceea ce inseamna trecutul?De ce nimeni nu se gandeste ca daca trecutul nu ar exista nici el nu ar putea fi pe Pamant?De ce iubirea trebuie sa insemne de fiecare data o zguduitura prea puternica pentru cei ce cred cu toata fiinta in ea si de ce trebuie sa devina intotdeauna o dezamagire?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E asa greu sa gasesti persoana potrivita ,insa e si mai greu sa acea persoana sa te inteleaga ,deoarece a avea lucruri in comun cu o persoana nu inseamna a fi la fel ca si ea.De ce atunci cand ceva e important pentru unul celalalt pune intrebari in loc sa taca,de ce atunci cand unul plange celalalt spune ca vrea sa inceteze in loc sa il lase sa se descarce,de ce atunci cand exista rugaminti ne lamentam si nu intelegem ca daca unul a vrut primul sa se intample ceva si pentru asta plange inseamna ca pentru el chiar&amp;nbsp; e important.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Capitolul asta atat de dezbatut,o tema inabordabila pentru multi,o idee prosteasca pentru unii,un motiv de a trai pentru altii,o dezamagire pentru anumiti,un colt de rai pentru putini,o poveste cu un inceput de sfarsit pentru majoritate...iti dau tot?Cati nu spun asta?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sunt sigura ca sunt mii de oameni pe lumea asta ,femei sau barbati ca mine care ar da orice pentru persoana iubita si la fel de bine sunt sigura de faptul ca asa cum credem in iubire ne obisnuim sa traim cu ideea ca doar noi ne putem sacrifica.Celalalt?Prea greu.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Oare chiar poti fi orb cand vezi ca cineva sufera pentru tine?Oare chiar poti fi nepasator cand te implora sa faci ceva ca sa se simta iubita/iubit?Doare sa faci pe cineva fericit?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sentimentele puse pe hartie ,spuse prin mailuri ,mesaje,telefoane de multe ori n-au niciun sens pentru celalalt cand unul sufer iar cand sunt fata in fata ajung la diverse violente pentru simplul fapt ca adevarul doare.Unul iubeste mai intens,si cu toate astea cel care e plin de incredere cand vine vorba de dragoste ,cedeaza.Doare...sa iubesti si sa nu fi iubit!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Stiu si pariez ca multi trec prin momente de genu,insa e important sa crezi in tine,sa ai puterea sa treci peste si sa intelegi ca omul este prin simpla conditie efemer si eterne raman doar realizarile lui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i3fPoX3Pjd4/TwHUnTdZ7hI/AAAAAAAAACs/u6hQW1YQK3M/s1600/3251231.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i3fPoX3Pjd4/TwHUnTdZ7hI/AAAAAAAAACs/u6hQW1YQK3M/s320/3251231.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Iubirea poate fi cel mai frumos sentiment,insa poate sa si distruga!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880258717912584671-7789072335955619831?l=pagesofmyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagesofmyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7789072335955619831/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pagesofmyjournal.blogspot.com/2012/01/iubireasentimente-lasate-intre-doua.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880258717912584671/posts/default/7789072335955619831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880258717912584671/posts/default/7789072335955619831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagesofmyjournal.blogspot.com/2012/01/iubireasentimente-lasate-intre-doua.html' title='Iubirea.Sentimente lasate intre doua lumi.'/><author><name>Stefania's world-pages of my journal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691895194829824235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jW589GT3iRU/TwHRT64aGaI/AAAAAAAAACg/XRzu6rW8_4o/s72-c/763_2_misterele_iubirii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880258717912584671.post-1538638648484775383</id><published>2011-12-30T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T00:35:02.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tentatii.</title><content type='html'>Am stat de multe ori privind continuu la diverse lucruri si fiind ispitita de ele incercam sa intorc privirea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recunosc ca de multe ori am simtit asta si vis -a -vis de oameni ,sentimentul ala idiot cand incerci sa faci orice sa atragi privirea cuiva in asa fel incat sa devii tu insuti tentatia .De ce o fac/facem?Poate pentru ca avem impresia ca in momente bune putem cuceri orice,poate ca intr-o seara,intr-un club sa zicem incerci sa faci orice sa atragi trupul unui baiat ,sa zicem,in asa fel incat realizezi pentru prima oara ca te intereseaza.Esti transpirata,parul nu iti mai sta perfect,machiajul sa cam stricat ,insa esti atat de sigura ca va veni la tine.&lt;br /&gt;Normal.Asta era punctul care ma facut sa scriu ,,articolul ''asta pentru ca sunt sigur ca multi oameni patesc asa.&lt;br /&gt;PUR SI SIMPLU ,NU VINE!Se uita ,intradevar si ai impresia ca ceva nou scanteieste,insa asa cum tu te abtinut de la ispite ,asa cum tu acum esti o ispita ,el se va abtine sigur.&lt;br /&gt;Un vis ciudat m-a facut sa simt lucruri ciudate,si mesaje nenumarate de la persoane necunoscuta care se tot imbina cu visele alea de care nu mai scap.&lt;br /&gt;De ce naiba sunt urmarita aiurea de niste fantasme de care as vrea sa scap?&lt;br /&gt;E ca si cum as vrea sa am ceva si nu pot avea iar cand acel ceva(cineva) trage la mine ,plec spre el si exact cand ajung ,DISPARE!&lt;br /&gt;De-asta urasc ispitele pentru ca te fac sa tanjesti dupa oameni ,pentru ca dupa o dezvaluire in care am crezut(vorbind acum despre o persoana la care tin mai mult decat ar putea ea crede vreodata...nu conteaza cine sau daca e fata sau baiat,eu sper ca va citi si ca va simti)ajung la concluzii idioate ca am avut dreptate la inceput.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R-WTgxZtNt4/Tv13XvmUcgI/AAAAAAAAACU/wLPiPA6EuBQ/s1600/twilight-12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R-WTgxZtNt4/Tv13XvmUcgI/AAAAAAAAACU/wLPiPA6EuBQ/s320/twilight-12.jpg" width="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ODATA ,TOTUL Se PIERDE...si tentatia te invinge prin propria conditie...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880258717912584671-1538638648484775383?l=pagesofmyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagesofmyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1538638648484775383/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pagesofmyjournal.blogspot.com/2011/12/tentatii.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880258717912584671/posts/default/1538638648484775383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880258717912584671/posts/default/1538638648484775383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagesofmyjournal.blogspot.com/2011/12/tentatii.html' title='Tentatii.'/><author><name>Stefania's world-pages of my 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vecin,&lt;br /&gt;De ce ai impresia că ai plecat &lt;br /&gt;Tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primăvara şi toamna&lt;br /&gt;Te tot uiţi pe cer, pierdut în gânduri,&lt;br /&gt;Stoluri de păsări vin,&lt;br /&gt;Stoluri de păsări pleacă,&lt;br /&gt;De ce ai impresia că mergi tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toată viaţa m-am uitat pe fereastră,&lt;br /&gt;Pironit într-un colţ&lt;br /&gt;De autobuz, de tren, de vapor&lt;br /&gt;Hurducat de căruţă&lt;br /&gt;M-am uitat cum fug de mine copacii,&lt;br /&gt;Oameni, oraşe, continente&lt;br /&gt;De ce sunt copleşit de atâtea emoţii,&lt;br /&gt;De ce am impresia&lt;br /&gt;Că am cunoscut lumea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #999999; color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ,,Pleaca trenul'' de Marin Sorescu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #999999; color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #999999; color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;Atatea confuzii si aiureli la care te gandesti pur si simlu .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #999999; color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;Ziua sau noapte ,cand traversezi,cand astepti la infernalele stopuri din aglomeratele orase,cand privesti aiurea pe cer asteptand sa se intample ce?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #999999; color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;Viata trece,se duce oricum si fiecare are impresia ca agitandu-se realizeaza ceva.Calmul este totul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #999999; color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;De exemplu ,intr-o excursie la Sibiu am cunoscut o gramada de lume,toti grabiti si neatenti la micile detalii care creeaza defapt adevarata agitatie din jurul nostru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #999999; color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;Te grabesti?De ce?Timpul nu se va opri si nu va face ceea ce vrei ,nu ai de unde sa sti.Pot sa jur ca ti s-a intamplat de o gramada de ori sa nu ai ce face si sa ai impresia ca timpul te ia in ras si se opreste pur si simplu,insa pot sa bag mana in foc ca ai avut momente de nepretuit cand asteptat ca toate ceasurile din jurul tau sa dispara ca sa poti ramane acolo si dintr-o data ,timpul s-a scurs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #999999; color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;Viata e imprevizibila asemenea caracterului uman,ca si in poezie mi s-a intamplat de mii de ori sa stau in masina,tren ,si sa am impresia ca plec si las totul in urma.Prostii?Nu,ci semne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #999999; color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;Asta reprezinta genul ala de prostie care dovedeste ca tot ceea ce se intampla se intampla cu un scop ,ca de exemplu ,referitor la ideea de mai devreme,sunt de parere ca plec eu ,deoarece viata trece iar aici intalnim ideea tampita a timpului ireversibil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: #999999; clear: both; color: #b45f06; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U1R1Y6JkbFE/Tvrky3wZ3LI/AAAAAAAAACA/7R-gF_NlpJk/s1600/rgre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U1R1Y6JkbFE/Tvrky3wZ3LI/AAAAAAAAACA/7R-gF_NlpJk/s1600/rgre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #999999; color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: #999999; clear: both; color: #b45f06; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vaeVERpfkzU/Tvrkza74K_I/AAAAAAAAACE/8Pwxtjp7xnk/s1600/viata_si_moartea_moartea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vaeVERpfkzU/Tvrkza74K_I/AAAAAAAAACE/8Pwxtjp7xnk/s320/viata_si_moartea_moartea.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #999999; color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;Stresul care aduce cu el oftica?Un om poate salva vieti,poate construi,poate face mii de lucruri ,insa nu poate controla nimic din ceea ce contureaza existenta sa cu adevarat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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journal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691895194829824235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U1R1Y6JkbFE/Tvrky3wZ3LI/AAAAAAAAACA/7R-gF_NlpJk/s72-c/rgre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880258717912584671.post-6545808047248279243</id><published>2011-12-27T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T12:44:07.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pentru ea.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lHnI8O5S270/TvokkPSLuCI/AAAAAAAAABo/M8gs_hOAR_U/s1600/curcubeu1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;DE CE?PENTRU CA IMI PASA SI PENTRU CA VREAU SA INTELEAGA CA E IMPORTANTA.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lHnI8O5S270/TvokkPSLuCI/AAAAAAAAABo/M8gs_hOAR_U/s1600/curcubeu1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;DISTANTA.CA DE OBICEI REPREZINTA UN MOTIV INTEMEIAT PENTRU CARE APARE NEINCREDEREA SI INDOIALA.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lHnI8O5S270/TvokkPSLuCI/AAAAAAAAABo/M8gs_hOAR_U/s1600/curcubeu1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;AI GRESIT?SI CE?NU ESTI SINGURA DE PE PAMANT.TE DOARE?E BINE.INSEAMNA CA INCA ESTE IMPORTANT DECI, TREZIREAAA AI UN MOTIV PENTRU CARE SA FII SUS ACUM .CREZI CA NU-I PASA?ESTI FRAIERA.DESCHIDE OCHII AIA MARI.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lHnI8O5S270/TvokkPSLuCI/AAAAAAAAABo/M8gs_hOAR_U/s1600/curcubeu1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;EA..E GENUL ALA DE PERSOANA CU OCHII DULCI SI BLANZI,CU PARUL MOALE SI ONDULAT,JUCAUSA,PROSTUTA,INOCENTA,COPILAROASA,MICUTA DE STATURA ,CU GENUL ALA DE ATITUDINE CARE LASA GURA APA,CU FELUL ALA CARE FACE CAPETELE SA SE RASUCEASCA ...CU STILUL ALA PERSONAL CARE AMAGESTE ,INSA CU DEFECTUL ALA NATAL CARE O FACE SA SE RETRAGA ATUNCI CAND TREBUIE SA SPUNA LUCRURILOR PE NUME.PLANGI? NU O MAI FACE.TE IUBESC SI SUNT LANGA TINE.CUM II SPUN SI LUI BABY :ASUMA-TI FAPTELE SI GASESTE O SOLUTIE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lHnI8O5S270/TvokkPSLuCI/AAAAAAAAABo/M8gs_hOAR_U/s1600/curcubeu1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ASADAR,VORBESTE-I SI GANDESTE-TE LA NERABDAREA AIA DE AI SIMTI BUZELE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lHnI8O5S270/TvokkPSLuCI/AAAAAAAAABo/M8gs_hOAR_U/s1600/curcubeu1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lHnI8O5S270/TvokkPSLuCI/AAAAAAAAABo/M8gs_hOAR_U/s1600/curcubeu1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lHnI8O5S270/TvokkPSLuCI/AAAAAAAAABo/M8gs_hOAR_U/s1600/curcubeu1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; 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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ASTA E PENTRU CA EA CHIAR ARE NEVOIE.INOCENTA DE 15 ANI ,POVESTI CE CONTEAZA PENTRU CEI CA EA,IDEI PROSTESTI PENTRU CEI CE NU IUBESC! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lHnI8O5S270/TvokkPSLuCI/AAAAAAAAABo/M8gs_hOAR_U/s1600/curcubeu1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lHnI8O5S270/TvokkPSLuCI/AAAAAAAAABo/M8gs_hOAR_U/s1600/curcubeu1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1865593606"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1865593607"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880258717912584671-6545808047248279243?l=pagesofmyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagesofmyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6545808047248279243/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pagesofmyjournal.blogspot.com/2011/12/eu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880258717912584671/posts/default/6545808047248279243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880258717912584671/posts/default/6545808047248279243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagesofmyjournal.blogspot.com/2011/12/eu.html' title='Pentru ea.'/><author><name>Stefania's world-pages of my journal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691895194829824235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Czhbg8um38w/TvoszHVksYI/AAAAAAAAAB0/HP0wn2z2qgo/s72-c/curcubeu1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880258717912584671.post-6295334593325100071</id><published>2011-12-27T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T11:40:52.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prietenia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Majoritatea persoanelor au impresia ca prietenia exista intre orice fiinte care poarta o discutie zi de zi sau care merg si ele din cand in cand la un suc,o pizza,cumparaturi etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;NU!CLAR NU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--f8sK6qPOBc/TvoeZfOsZ_I/AAAAAAAAABE/s4BwN21R0GA/s1600/True-friends-01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--f8sK6qPOBc/TvoeZfOsZ_I/AAAAAAAAABE/s4BwN21R0GA/s1600/True-friends-01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Prietenia trebuie sa fie bazata pe sinceritate.Ceva pur care nu poate fi distrus de nimeni ,ceva asemanator unei sfere de energie in care sunt blocate cele doua persoane(in general)&lt;/span&gt;,in asa fel incat CEL CE VA INCERCA SA LE DESPARTA VA SFARSI DEZAMAGIT.&lt;br /&gt;Prietenia inseamna lacrimi,zambete,rasete ,nopti petrecute impreune,secrete dezvaluite,chicoteli si cel mai important momentele alea ciudate in care te simti exact cum se simte si persoana care ITI E PRIETENA.&lt;br /&gt;MOMENTUL ALA IN CARE IL CUNOSTI CU ADEVARAT SI ITI PASA .&lt;br /&gt;UN OM INDIFERENT NU POATE AVEA PRIETENI ,INSA CEL CARE ARE SAU A AVUT PRIETENI VA FI INTOTDEAUNA RANIT DE INDIFERENTA DIN JURUL SAU.&lt;br /&gt;AM SCRIS ASTA PENTRU CA SI EU AM AVUT PRIETENI SI POATE INCA AM ,INSA CEL MAI IMPORTANT PENTRU MINE A DISPARUT.SI VISELE URATE SUNT UNEORI BUNE ,DEOARECE IN REALITATE DEVIN LECTII DE VIATA.&lt;br /&gt;SO,DON'T CRY.IT WILL BE FINE:x!!!!!!:d:d:d:d:d&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880258717912584671-6295334593325100071?l=pagesofmyjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pagesofmyjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6295334593325100071/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pagesofmyjournal.blogspot.com/2011/12/prietenia.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880258717912584671/posts/default/6295334593325100071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880258717912584671/posts/default/6295334593325100071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pagesofmyjournal.blogspot.com/2011/12/prietenia.html' title='Prietenia'/><author><name>Stefania's world-pages of my journal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00691895194829824235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--f8sK6qPOBc/TvoeZfOsZ_I/AAAAAAAAABE/s4BwN21R0GA/s72-c/True-friends-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
