<?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-4499720300511996450</id><updated>2012-01-14T01:09:11.014+02:00</updated><category term='house music'/><category term='house history'/><category term='summer serenade'/><category term='only once'/><category term='madonna bucresti'/><category term='madonna huiduita la Bucuresti'/><category term='Oceanlab'/><category term='rave'/><category term='Teardorps On My Guitar Lyrics'/><category term='Miracle lyrics'/><category term='Don&apos;t forget about us'/><category term='melinda and jim'/><category term='eternity video'/><category term='treu love of melinda and jim'/><category term='esecul madonnei'/><category term='about me'/><category term='ghost whisperer sayings'/><category term='Mariah Carey'/><category term='Above and Beyond'/><category term='forever'/><category term='Taylor Swift'/><category term='Jack&apos;s house'/><category term='concert oribil'/><category term='love'/><category term='first love'/><category term='robbie williams'/><title type='text'>doar eu...si marea</title><subtitle type='html'>"Never take someone for granted. Hold every person close to your heart because you might wake up one day and realize that you've lost a diamond while you were too busy collecting stones!"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-708409042147411383</id><published>2010-09-07T21:33:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T22:07:42.181+03:00</updated><title type='text'>If there was a way to get back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/TIaNEL_iDBI/AAAAAAAAAOI/10ZXf8m42fw/s1600/536719640_ab19a1ddd9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/TIaNEL_iDBI/AAAAAAAAAOI/10ZXf8m42fw/s320/536719640_ab19a1ddd9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514249896840006674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Asa cum am gasit mereu cuvintele potrivite doar prin simplul fapt ca ascultam piesa potrivita, asa sper sa le pot gasi si de data asta ! In acest caz ma va ajuta &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ilv9c4OPzf4"&gt;Nic Chagall feat. Jonathan Mendelson - This Moment&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunt momente in viata in care realizezi ca esti singur... . Singur cu gandurile tale, cu parerile tale, cu sentimentele tale, cu deciziile tale. Nimeni nu va putea sa iti impartaseasca gandurile niciodata, la fel cum nimeni nu va putea sa iti poarte de grija sau sa te iubeasca mai mult decat te iubesti tu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu?... Eu nu cer nimic. Am incetat sa mai cer ceva cuiva vreodata. Mi-am zis ca nu conteaza...oricum nu voi primi nimic inapoi. La ce bun? Singurul lucru pe care pot inca sa-l mai "cersesc" e compania. Nu iti cer sa ma iubesti !...Nu voi face asta. Nu iti cer sa-mi fi loial ! Nu iti cer sa ma respecti...pentru ca la un moment dat va veni un moment in care oricum nu o vei mai face ! Nu iti cer sa ma protejezi...pentru ca nu ma pot proteja de propria-mi persoana! Nu iti cer sa fi aici...pentru ca poti pleca in orice moment. Si poate cel mai important... nu iti cer sa faci ceea ce eu nu pot face!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E impresionant cum nu mai ramane nimic dintr-un om la un moment dat in viata !... Si cu asta cred ca am acoperit in totalitate ceea ce vroiam sa exprim. Totusi, pentru cei ce inca nu isi dau seama, e vorba despre momentul ala in care simti ca nu mai ai nimic de oferit. Vrei sa oferi, dar nu mai ai ce...te intrebi daca mai are vreun rost sa te chinui, cand oricum nu mai ai de unde sa dai ! Nu a mai ramas nimic... Candva  credeai ca sentimentele sunt inepuizabile, dar te trezesti dintr-o data ca nu e asa. Atunci realizezi ca esti intr-adevar singur si ca ce din jurul tau sunt doar o scuza pentru a nu te simti in felul asta. Oare e mai bine asa ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4499720300511996450-708409042147411383?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/708409042147411383/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=708409042147411383' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/708409042147411383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/708409042147411383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-there-was-way-to-get-back.html' title='If there was a way to get back...'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/TIaNEL_iDBI/AAAAAAAAAOI/10ZXf8m42fw/s72-c/536719640_ab19a1ddd9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-1919312919149670871</id><published>2010-08-21T16:12:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T16:37:29.292+03:00</updated><title type='text'>From now on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/TG_WSXJlbxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/u9h9ee1lbMg/s1600/In+Thoughts+of+You.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/TG_WSXJlbxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/u9h9ee1lbMg/s320/In+Thoughts+of+You.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507856480237612818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"From now on"...mereu am avut fraza asta intiparita in minte... nu conta despre ce era vorba. Mereu am invatat din propriile greseli si e u lucru cu care ma mandresc ! Am avut momente in care am tolerat prea multe. Well, asa ma simt si acum.... E ciudat sa ma gandesc la faptul ca o simpla discutie poate ajunge la aruncarea unor cuvinte grele... . Asta nu ! Asta nu sunt dispusa sa accept indiferent de persoana in cauza. Uneori am fixatiile mele, dar incerc sa nu insult persoana de langa mine, mai ales cand motivul discutiei este unul banal si stupid.... .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Un alt " From now on" pe care il am in minte este....nu incerca sa schimbi o persoana, pentru ca nu vei reusi niciodata sa o faci...schimba-ti tu viata prin a merge mai departe!...cateodata mai departe de persoana respectiva. Nu te astepta ca cineva sa se schimbe pentru tine! Nu o va face...sau poate o va face , insa numai la suprafata. Nu tine! Nu ma simt centrul universului ca cineva sa se schimbe pentru mine! Nu ma cred cea mai importanta persoana ! Doar ca...atunci cand te respect, respecta-ma si tu pe mine! Nu cer nimic mai mult decat sa-mi platesti cu aceeasi moneda !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Poate acestea sunt printre putinele motive din cauza carora nu mai cred in sentimente puternice. Nu mai cred de mult... . Nu mai cred in nimic mai mult decat in sentimentele oferite de propria familie, desi sunt si ele foarte rare... . De fapt asta era: Am incetat sa mai cred...!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4499720300511996450-1919312919149670871?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1919312919149670871/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=1919312919149670871' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/1919312919149670871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/1919312919149670871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2010/08/from-now-on.html' title='From now on...'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/TG_WSXJlbxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/u9h9ee1lbMg/s72-c/In+Thoughts+of+You.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-840764373675928711</id><published>2010-06-27T22:38:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T23:05:34.830+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi-am luat liber !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/TCeuwxQfS3I/AAAAAAAAANw/KCiAvLTDSLM/s1600/sea-at-night-wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/TCeuwxQfS3I/AAAAAAAAANw/KCiAvLTDSLM/s320/sea-at-night-wallpaper.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487546823853689714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pe cat de simplu, pe atat de linistior... . Stau in fata laptopului si ascult &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LXTDo_Fe21Q"&gt;"Another Day On The Terrace"&lt;/a&gt;... Piesa asta ma calmeaza, ma ajuta sa ma teleportez direct pe malul marii, acolo unde as sta cu orele, fara sa ma plictisesc, chiar daca nu am o anumita activitate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ascult piesa in continuare si simt ca mi-am luat efectiv liber de la tot stresul acumulat in ultima perioada. Nu ma mai gandesc la ceea ce las in urma pentru ca stiu ca ceea ce ma asteapta ma va convinge de faptul ca am facut o alegere buna. Incep sa-mi dau seama din ce in ce mai mult de faptul ca nu as fi avut niciun viitor facand ceea ce am inceput. E buna schimbarea... Un sentiment de implinire si satisfactie totala ma cuprinde... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Deja peisajul real din jurul meu nu mai exista. Sunt undeva pe malul marii, asteptand cu nerabdare rasaritul soarelui.  Sunt desculta, ma plimb de-a lungul plajei si mimez o incercare de a nu imi uda picioarele. Stiu ca nu imi face bine racoarea pe care mi-o provoaca valurile din toiul dimintetii, dar nu imi pasa. Stiu ca momentele acestea valoreaza mai mult decat orice consecinta. Ma uit spre mare si deja peisajul devine bizar... . Albastrul inchis ce il vizualizam cu atata placere pana in acele momente se transforma usor intr-un oranj suparator. Spun suparator pentru ca imi da o oarecare energie, ma scoate din acea stare de liniste pe care o pot obtine atat de rar...., acea stare pe care o vanez in fiecare clipa, dar care numai pe parcursul a cateva ore o gasesc. Nu imi place euforia aceasta, nu o doresc....plec mai departe...ma indepartez... .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cam asta imi poate transmite mie aceasta piesa. O piesa instrumentala. O piesa pe care multi ar considera-o fara rost. O piesa din acelea cum numai &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/sunloungerwhitesand"&gt;Sunlounger&lt;/a&gt; ( aka Roger Shah- poate asa va suna mai cunoscut) stie sa faca !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4499720300511996450-840764373675928711?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/840764373675928711/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=840764373675928711' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/840764373675928711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/840764373675928711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2010/06/mi-am-luat-liber.html' title='Mi-am luat liber !'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/TCeuwxQfS3I/AAAAAAAAANw/KCiAvLTDSLM/s72-c/sea-at-night-wallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-1523694413287953459</id><published>2010-06-13T22:55:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T23:11:46.837+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Din nou vara...din nou eu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/TBU7Qr-SfAI/AAAAAAAAANo/NIZeqJZYl9U/s1600/the-sea-really-is-that.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/TBU7Qr-SfAI/AAAAAAAAANo/NIZeqJZYl9U/s400/the-sea-really-is-that.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482353279261375490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mi-am amintit de vremurile in care ma asezam in fata pcului si incepeam sa scriu exact ce imi trecea prin minte la momentul respectiv...si mi-era dor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Acum, de exemplu, stateam si ma gandeam la cat de ironice sunt unele momente din viata. De ce oare exact atunci cand stiu ca nu voi mai vedea anumite persoane din viata mea pentru foarte mult timp, reiau legaturile cu ele? De ce de fiecare data cand te indepartezi sau esti pe punctul de a te indeparta de cineva drag, realizezi ca de fapt vrei sa mai ramana acolo, sa nu se termine aici? I guess k nu voi gasi prea curand raspunsul la intrebarile astea...( desi egoismul si nepasarea ar putea fi niste variante).&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am inceput sa-mi dau seama ca mi-e dor de mare...rau! Si am promis ca nu voi pleca din tara pana nu o voi vizita, macar pentru cateva zile! Mi-e dor de plimbarile mele singura pe malul marii, noaptea, doar eu, ea si gandurile mele. Pentru mine nu exista mod mai bun de a ma relaxa si de a elibera tot stresul si toate gandurile acumulate pe parcursul anului ! Mi-e dor sa-i aud sunetul valurilor care se sparg de mal, parca purtand o conversatie foarte placuta cu gandurile mele... De multe ori cand am fost in impas, mi-am regasit linistea langa ea si sunt sigura ca la fiecare revedere va fi la fel ! &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stiu ca ma asteapta o perioada grea din viata. O tara noua, oameni noi, o facultate noua, alte sisteme...ce sa mai, o alta viata, dar privind partea buna ....o noua mare, de data asta mult mai aproape de mine. :)&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/4499720300511996450-1523694413287953459?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1523694413287953459/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=1523694413287953459' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/1523694413287953459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/1523694413287953459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2010/06/din-nou-varadin-nou-eu.html' title='Din nou vara...din nou eu'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/TBU7Qr-SfAI/AAAAAAAAANo/NIZeqJZYl9U/s72-c/the-sea-really-is-that.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-991081595765612525</id><published>2010-04-28T19:29:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T21:11:29.810+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ba, eu zic ca nu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/S-G0hFCbXfI/AAAAAAAAANg/WF_qUHoWtro/s1600/bullshit11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/S-G0hFCbXfI/AAAAAAAAANg/WF_qUHoWtro/s400/bullshit11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467849902985534962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Stiu ca mi-am luat liber de la blogareala ceva vreme, dar deh... . Acum insa, revin cu un subiect destul de stresant dar pe care ador sa il dezbat. Si anume...pararampampam : ASE-ul ( as in A Se Evita).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta minunata facultate la care m-am inscris cu atata entuziasm si al carei examen mi-a adus un plus de stres in viata, s-a dovedit a nu fi nici macar 20 % pe masura asteptariolor mele ( nu de alta ,dar cele 20 % care cica exista sunt asteptarile negative). De ce? Pai hai sa incepem :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Multe materii inutile ( si ca sa scutesc o intreaga lista tin sa specific ca doar 1 sau 2 materii pe care le-am avut pana acum mi s-au parut intr-adevar folositoare.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyFull" title="Spaţiere de la stânga la dreapta" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 13);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Spaţiere de la stânga la dreapta" class="gl_align_full" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Profesori mai mult interesati sa ne bombardeze cu carti intregi de teorie decat de ceea ce intr-adevar este important ( si noi cu ce ramanem in cap?...cu nimic evident !). Exista si exceptii dar mult prea rare ca sa se " puna" cu "bossii".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)In absolut tooot ASE-ul , la fiecare etaj, pe aproape fiecare perete, la fiecare intrare, pana si la toaleta sau cantina sunt lipite afise cu termenul limita de plata a taxelor, dar cand te duci la secretariat sa intrebi ceva ( de exemplu unde este decanatul facultatii)...toata lumea da din umeri, sau te trimite cine stie unde( loc ce oricum nu are nici cea mai mica legatura cu ceea ce te intereseaza pe tine). Ca sa nu mai zic de decontarea abonamentelor RATB( multi colegi nu au vazut un ban nici pana in ziua de astazi) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Repartizarea locurilor la camine: Hai sa o luam cu inceputul . Pe lista iti sunt afisate de exemplu 19 locuri la camin alocate pentru facultatea ta. Tu , om serios, incepi sa-ti scrii optiunile. Cand ajungi la comisie aflii ca desi esti al 18-lea de pe lista, tu nu ai prins loc la camin.Mda, e posibil. Cum? Explicatia celor din ASE:erau 2 locuri de baieti, vroiai sa te pun in camera de baiat? Intrebarea logica: De ce nu s-a afisat acest MIC detaliu  dinainte de repartizare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Desi la alte facultati raman locuri libere de cazare la camin, nu se pot repartiza celor ramasi fara loc de la o alta sectie... aici m-am blocat. Gasiti voi explicatia ! In caz ca exista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Ultima ( cel putin pe blogu meu, k in realitate....) si poate cea mai funny: Domnul profesor de etica afacerilor pe care il consider un om cu kre poti avea conversatii infinite fara sa te plictisesti vreun moment, mi-a oferit sansa de a auzi din gura unui cadru didactic ceea ce asteptam de mult sa aud( si nu ca ar fi avut intentia asta, ba dimpotriva). So, here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domnul profesor: Toti tinerii de varsta voastra vor sa li se dea totul pe tava. Nu au niciun ideal in viata. Sunt cu totii mediocrii. Pentru a depasi acest stadiu de mediocritate, trebuie sa va preocupe lucrurile pe care le faceti la facultate, sa veniti mereu voi cu idei noi, sa nu asteptati sa vi le dea profesorii mura-n gura. Facultatea este foarte importanta daca vreti sa aveti un viitor starlucit si o cariera de durata. (ceva de genul asta)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andreea: Domnule profesor, dumneavoastra considerati ca trecerea prin facultate v-a facut sa depasiti statutul de mediocritate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domnul profesor: Nu !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai spun nimic decat: EPIC!:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4499720300511996450-991081595765612525?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/991081595765612525/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=991081595765612525' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/991081595765612525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/991081595765612525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2010/04/ba-eu-zic-ca-nu.html' title='Ba, eu zic ca nu...'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/S-G0hFCbXfI/AAAAAAAAANg/WF_qUHoWtro/s72-c/bullshit11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-4549350167270669203</id><published>2010-02-04T23:30:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T23:54:00.812+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Din nou...eu !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/S2tB6IayuPI/AAAAAAAAANY/dICEBQ64_mI/s1600-h/geek2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/S2tB6IayuPI/AAAAAAAAANY/dICEBQ64_mI/s400/geek2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434509842300713202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu am mai scris de mult ceva aici...si desi suna ciudat: n-am mai scris de anul trecut. Ce pot sa spun...pentru prima data dupa mult timp, ...nu mai am timp. Si e bine ! E mult prea bine ! Iubesc si iubesc sa nu am timp de nimic !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revin pe propria mea pagina de "plangeri si observatii" cu un fapt trist pentru noi toti: sesiunea ! Dupa un semestru de facultate "cu prestigiu", am ajuns sa descopar diferitele fatade pe care le poate avea un student de Bucuresti ( mai precis de A.S.E.)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pana sa inceapa sesiunea toata lumea se arata indiferenta in fata faptului ca restantele sunt un eveniment cat se poate de plauzibil. Reactii ca : " Eh si ce? E o restanta !", "Ce are daca tot trec?" sau "Nu mi-am invatat nimic. N-am chef." erau tot mai frecvente in perioada precedenta sesiunii.... Numai ca odata cu inceperea examenelor majoritatea studentilor respectabili ai Academiei de Studii Economice din Bucuresti , Piata Romana &amp;amp; co. s-au transformat in niste ulii in stare de orice sacrificiu pentru un punct in plus la examen(ultima reactie citata ramane valabila si in cazul celor cu media 10 pe linie, fiind inca o dovada a ipocriziei studentesti). Toata fericirea precedenta legata de "viata de student" dispare o data cu spiritul de competitie. Da, e o competitie acerba ! Nimeni nu mai e prieten cu nimeni, toti sunt dusmani cand vine vorba de  note... . Ba mai mult unii folosesc diverse metode de intimidare si de injosire a "inamicului", precum : statusuri de mess de genul: "vai cat de tare sunt eu, nici nu se simte sesiunea asta!" sau " Vai , dar ce ai asteptat tot anul?? Tu chiar crezi ca vei invatat ceva acum??(inaptule)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Povestea asta ar putea continua la nesfarsit cu diferite tehnici si metode de "a invinge" , de a avea suprematie asupra "lecturii", cu alte cuvinte de "a pupa in cur sistemul", dar ma gandesc cu placere la finalul facultatii cand se va vedea intr-adevar cine a procedat bine si cine nu.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ca sa termin intr-o nota melancolica, am sa citez fosta 8 D : "Bafta retardatiloooooooooor!:x"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4499720300511996450-4549350167270669203?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4549350167270669203/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=4549350167270669203' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/4549350167270669203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/4549350167270669203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2010/02/din-noueu.html' title='Din nou...eu !'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/S2tB6IayuPI/AAAAAAAAANY/dICEBQ64_mI/s72-c/geek2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-3220290681216201531</id><published>2009-12-02T22:53:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T23:22:04.800+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bits of confusion...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SxbZR15WcFI/AAAAAAAAANQ/meid1s8tMRc/s1600-h/9962e8813ffecd2f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SxbZR15WcFI/AAAAAAAAANQ/meid1s8tMRc/s400/9962e8813ffecd2f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410750902880858194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sacrificul"...un cuvant greu, din ce in ce mai rar intalnit. E greu sa-ti pastrezi mentalitatea cand tot ceea ce vezi se schimba zi de zi ! Se spune ca cel mai bine e sa te adaptezi....da, adevarat, dar ce faci daca nu te poti obisnui cu o anumita situatie? Ce faci daca simti ca tot ce ai construit pana intr-un anumit punct incepe sa se destrame? Cum faci sa aflii daca suspiciunile tale au o baza? Oare e totul doar in mintea ta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se spune ca cel mai bine e sa te detasezi...sa incerci sa iti gasesti tot felul de ocupatii care sa te faca sa nu te mai gandesti la problemele pe care le ai in fata, dar de cele mai multe ori realizezi ca nu rezolvi nimic ... Nimic nu se rezolva fara comunicare! Spunand ce ai de spus risti sa pari paranoic, tacand din gura risti sa ramai cu problemele.... . Uneori din situatiile cele mai dificile poti iesi doar facand anumite sacrificii. Daca vrei, suporti! Si totusi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4499720300511996450-3220290681216201531?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3220290681216201531/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=3220290681216201531' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/3220290681216201531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/3220290681216201531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2009/12/bits-of-confusion.html' title='Bits of confusion...'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SxbZR15WcFI/AAAAAAAAANQ/meid1s8tMRc/s72-c/9962e8813ffecd2f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-30171544168188737</id><published>2009-11-28T16:20:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T16:22:17.794+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to basics today....</title><content type='html'>just in mood fot it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bz0P9V1dwXY&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bz0P9V1dwXY&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4499720300511996450-30171544168188737?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/30171544168188737/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=30171544168188737' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/30171544168188737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/30171544168188737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-to-basics-today.html' title='Back to basics today....'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-8554906005390098853</id><published>2009-11-26T00:19:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T00:19:59.948+02:00</updated><title type='text'>hai sa fim penibili !</title><content type='html'>De fiecare data cand vad personajul asta la televizor "ma apuca ficatu'"( ® cabral). Bineinteles vorbesc despre majestatea sa Dudu cu cap de fier. Stau , ma uit si ma gandesc cum de exista asemenea specimene... dupa ce mi se face greata bine, ma apuca rasul ca altceva nu-mi inspira aceasta sursa suprema de inteligenta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dupa ce s-a gandit omul mult pana sa ne lumineze in ceea ce priveste noile tendinte ( sau 'tendinti mai precis), a inteles omu ca niste mici schimbari la mufa de genul: suvite roz, codite afro, gene false si un pensat extrem de prost n-ar strica. Ce poti sa-i ceri unui copil care apare la televizor in chiloti rosii cu inscriptia " FITZE" scrisa bineinteles din blaniTZa ca altfel nu se putea, si cu o "pereche" de cizme, una cu respectiva blaniTZa si cealalta din lac?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citez: Cat mai CIO-BA-NESC posibil !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4499720300511996450-8554906005390098853?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8554906005390098853/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=8554906005390098853' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/8554906005390098853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/8554906005390098853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2009/11/hai-sa-fim-penibili_26.html' title='hai sa fim penibili !'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-7866762963107930420</id><published>2009-11-26T00:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T00:18:01.370+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Doar atat !</title><content type='html'>Pur si simplu 24 noiembrie si atat !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4499720300511996450-7866762963107930420?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7866762963107930420/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=7866762963107930420' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/7866762963107930420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/7866762963107930420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2009/11/doar-atat.html' title='Doar atat !'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-1199087575682063490</id><published>2009-11-07T15:29:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T15:49:04.234+02:00</updated><title type='text'>But still...</title><content type='html'>Tocmai am citit un post de pe blogul unei prietene si m-am intristat complet desi stiam povestea...poate si faptul k respectivul post avea atasata melodia ce o am pe repeat de azi-dimineata a avut de-a face cu ceea ce simt... . Nu pot sa ma simt altfel tocmai pentru ca stiu ca are dreptate !...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uneori pare ca Dumnezeu ia de langa noi numai persoane ce stiu sa se bucure de viata, ce ne ofera noua si nu numai,linistea sufleteasca de care uneori avem atat de multa nevoie. Nu am cunoscut persoana in cauza, dar vazand pozele cu ea, mi-am dat seama ca ceea ce era scris despre ea nu avea cum sa nu fie adevarat ! Nu are cum sa ma intristeze faptul ca vad cum o persoana ce avea toata viata inainte, ajunge sa o paraseasca...mult prea repede... .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In momente de genul asta iti dai seama ca viata trebuie traita cat mai intens, fara sa ne facem prea mult timp pentru regrete! Trebuie sa invatam sa punem in balanta anumite lucruri inainte sa facem un lucru de care poate mai tarziu ne va parea rau ca l-am facut! Trebuie sa invatam sa pretuim ce avem, atata timp cat mai avem acel ceva!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despre noi...sa invatam sa fim mai putin egoisti! Despre ea...Dumenezeu sa o odihneasca!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NHBy9lkVOg8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NHBy9lkVOg8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4499720300511996450-1199087575682063490?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1199087575682063490/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=1199087575682063490' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/1199087575682063490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/1199087575682063490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2009/11/but-still.html' title='But still...'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-2268474158993604930</id><published>2009-10-19T19:36:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T19:41:16.042+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The new oldies</title><content type='html'>Astazi am simtit nevoia sa-i ascult pe baietii astia. Nu i-am mai ascultat de ceva vreme si am zis sa dau un shuffle prin discografie. Melodia asta mi-a atras atentia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wnLTuOj2G9Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wnLTuOj2G9Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4499720300511996450-2268474158993604930?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2268474158993604930/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=2268474158993604930' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/2268474158993604930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/2268474158993604930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-oldies.html' title='The new oldies'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-3287644682660884103</id><published>2009-10-12T20:41:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T21:02:13.638+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer of 2009 2 (the conclusions)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Am promis ca voi reveni cu amintiri din vara lui 2009...si cu ventilatorul in pioneze, incep sa trag niste concluzii:&lt;br /&gt;Concluzia nr.1: A fost cea mai ciudata vacanta din viata mea !...Dar, pe de alta parte a fost si cea mai trista !... Am pierdut multe persoane ce credeam ca imi vor fi alaturi mai mult timp. Dupa cum spune si zicala: Cand ii dai omului un deget, iti ia toata mana. Asa ca la sfarsitul acestei "minunate" veri am hotarat sa nu mai "dau atatea degete" ! Am gasit de curand un quote care mi-a placut foarte mult si mi se pare mai mult decat adevarat : "Never turn your back on your friends ! That's the best target !" Pentru cativa asa-zisi prieteni ce si-au adus aminte "subit" dupa cateva zile ca a fost si ziua mea cred ca e perfecta. ... Va multumesc dragii mei(pentru scuze, nu pentru altceva. Si stiu ca suna urat, dar am adunat o colectie impresionanta de scuze penibile zilele astea...dar le pastrez...mai rad si eu din cand in cand.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concluzia nr.2: Nu pleca niciodata in concediu cu persoane cu care nu ai apucat inca sa convietuiesti ! Conform unui spectacol Deco Cafe: "S-ar putea sa te doara !" ( cunoscatorii stiu la ce ma refer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concluzia nr. 3(chiar daca e post-vacanta): Se poate sa ai si colegi ok. Se poate sa convietuiesti cu oameni ! Si aici ma refer la grupa 311. Si ca sa nu termin acest post in nota pesimista cu care am inceput, un mic mesaj pentru voi: N-AU MA FATZA DE GRUPA NOASTRA !! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4499720300511996450-3287644682660884103?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3287644682660884103/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=3287644682660884103' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/3287644682660884103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/3287644682660884103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2009/10/summer-of-2009-2-conclusions.html' title='Summer of 2009 2 (the conclusions)'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-7124482636864997411</id><published>2009-09-19T23:19:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T23:46:04.230+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little stop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SrVC9gIuFdI/AAAAAAAAANI/dYbB6GaX2eA/s1600-h/takeawalk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SrVC9gIuFdI/AAAAAAAAANI/dYbB6GaX2eA/s400/takeawalk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383282553957258706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ma opresc putin din relatarile "Summer of 2009" pentru un mic brainstorming. Zilele trecute, intr-o discutie filosofica despre viata cu cea mai draga persoana din viata mea, am auzit ipoteze interesante, dar si in contradictie cu modul meu de a percepe lucrurile. Ceea ce m-a surprins in mod placut a fost sa aflu ca mai exista totusi oameni care imi impartasesc gandurile pe tema asta...si anume: prietenie, oameni apropiati, legaturi intre oameni. Nu voi da exact citatul ce mi-a fost comunicat, dar ideea este aceeasi: In viata suntem singuri. Ne nastem singuri, luam decizii pe cont propriu, ne descurcam singuri, traim singuri si intr-un final murim singuri.(Osho).Nimic mai adevarat din punctul meu de vedere ! Pana acum ceva vreme aveam o parere sa spunem " general intalnita" despre asa numita prietenie. Nu pot spune ca relatiile mele cu cei din jur s-au schimbat in vreun fel pentru a ma face sa imi modific aceasta parere...Nu ! Pur si simplu am realizat ca noi suntem prieteni si ne consideram prieteni pentru ceilalti doar din nevoia de dependenta... . Poate ca prietenia este cea mai nevinovata dependenta...sau cea mai nociva? Asta depinde de perceptia  si de gradul de implicare al fiecaruia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E oarecum ciudat faptul ca am ajuns sa cred cu tarie un lucru ce nu imi imaginam ca il voi crede vreodata. Prima oara cand o persoana foarte importanta in viata mea mi-a spus: "Nu exista prieteni adevarati !" , reactia mea aducea poate cu revolutia de la 1848...,insa ulterior am stat, am gandit la rece, iar rezultatul a fost cel de fata: Nimic mai adevarat !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca m-am contrazis prin faptul ca am mentionat 2 persoane cu adjectivul " importante", dar sunt om si am si eu dependentele mele, iar aceste 2 persoane sunt poate singurele ce au reusit sa faca aceasta dependenta sa merite !...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4499720300511996450-7124482636864997411?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7124482636864997411/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=7124482636864997411' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/7124482636864997411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/7124482636864997411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-little-stop.html' title='Just a little stop.'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SrVC9gIuFdI/AAAAAAAAANI/dYbB6GaX2eA/s72-c/takeawalk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-1920611233421523388</id><published>2009-09-09T21:24:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T21:25:43.613+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer of 2009 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Am revenit cu o mica pagina de jurnal din vacanta lui 2009. Am avut o vacanta destul de interesanta as putea spune si voi descrie pe scurt unele dintre cele mai frumoase momente...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Mission 2009 @ Plaja Hanul Piratilor Navodari:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/So8COYhHGPI/AAAAAAAAAM4/GuW-oUVWfnA/s1600-h/090801_025653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/So8COYhHGPI/AAAAAAAAAM4/GuW-oUVWfnA/s400/090801_025653.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372515326599043314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dupa momentele tensionate petrecute in asteptarea biletului, am reusit in sfarsit sa ajung in fata scenei la aproape o ora de la inceperea programului lui Armin Van Buuren... . Nu mai vorbesc despre multitudinea de ganduri ce imi trecea prin cap in timp ce ma plimbam prin fata intrarii, pentru ca toate acestea au trecut odata cu "Faces"- melodia pe care eu si prietenul ce urma sa imi aduca biletul ne-am facut "glorioasa" intrare. Totul a fost un amalgam de sentimente, muzica buna si oameni fara nicio grija ! Frigul indurat pana la rasaritul soarelui nu a mai avut nicio valoare fiind pus in balanta cu evenimentul in sine !&lt;br /&gt;Tip: Statul pe plaja in pantaloni scurti: not so good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Marea in sine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SpGgO3BROfI/AAAAAAAAANA/_xsfQxAa4s4/s1600-h/P8010105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SpGgO3BROfI/AAAAAAAAANA/_xsfQxAa4s4/s400/P8010105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373252007577598450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dupa cum se stie deja, marea are un rol special in viata mea. Anul asta am reusit sa o vizitez de 3 ori... asta m-a facut fericita. Pacat ca nu am putut sa "enjoy it" asa cum as fi vrut... asta din cauza unor incidente...incidente ce pot spune ca mi-au fost destul de folositoare. Am realizat multe lucruri. Mi-am dat seama ca nu totul era atat de roz precum mi se parea in relatiile cu cei din jur... .Practic mi-a fost demonstrata inca o data o conceptie mai veche de-a mea. Nu as fi vrut sa se intample asa, dar dupa cum mereu imi spun in fata unor astfel de situatii: Dumnezeu stie ce face si de ce face !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to be continued...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4499720300511996450-1920611233421523388?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1920611233421523388/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=1920611233421523388' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/1920611233421523388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/1920611233421523388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2009/09/summer-of-2009-1.html' title='Summer of 2009 1'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/So8COYhHGPI/AAAAAAAAAM4/GuW-oUVWfnA/s72-c/090801_025653.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-2021297230654607196</id><published>2009-08-27T00:32:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T00:56:44.971+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert oribil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madonna bucresti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madonna huiduita la Bucuresti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esecul madonnei'/><title type='text'>Concert Madonna Bucuresti = OROARE !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tocmai am ajuns acasa dupa ce am plecat de pe la jumatatea concertului "divei". Pot spune ca am fost profund dezgustata de ceea ce am vazut, sau ma rog ...n-am vazut! Proiectii teribil de proaste, vestimentatie execrabila, intarziere, voce mai mult lipsa, nu mai spun de prosta orgnizare in general... . Toate ca toate, dar sa ajungem la partea interesanta !(si aici ma adresez celor ce au fost la concert). Am fost "profund impresionata" de mesajul transmis in timpul showului "gypsy". De fapt cred ca am fost cu totii "impresionati", avand drept dovada huiduielile in masa ! Bine ati facut ! Respectul meu pentru romani! Madam asta numita regina muzicii pop ar trebui sa-si faca dansa bagajele si sa plece de unde a venit cat mai repede cu putinta !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca cel mai bun pasaj din acest show "minunat" a fost jumatatea de ora a lui Paul Oakenfold. Atunci lumea chiar se simtea bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dupa asemenea delectare a simturilor am plecat spre casa sperand ca macar bratara de la mana sa-mi ramana, dar nu ! Si aceasta ne-a fost taiata la iesire. Explicatia: Sa nu intrati la alte concerte!( sa mai rad?...)...in rest Que vivan los hot- dogs !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4499720300511996450-2021297230654607196?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2021297230654607196/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=2021297230654607196' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/2021297230654607196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/2021297230654607196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/concert-madonna-bucuresti-oroare.html' title='Concert Madonna Bucuresti = OROARE !'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-4200808855797521803</id><published>2009-08-24T23:47:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T14:19:30.199+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Criss Blaziny- 7 august</title><content type='html'>Un videoclip foarte reusit ! De mult nu am mai vazut un videoclips bun facut in Romania!Stiu ca am promis ca il postez mai devreme ...nu am avut timp. If it's here it means I like it(cu tot cu potrivirea datei de 7 august), so keep up the good work!;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tom45wmMNwA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tom45wmMNwA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4499720300511996450-4200808855797521803?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4200808855797521803/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=4200808855797521803' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/4200808855797521803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/4200808855797521803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/criss-blaziny-7-august.html' title='Criss Blaziny- 7 august'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-1904786580872610134</id><published>2009-07-08T23:47:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T00:33:32.825+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Chiar asa domne?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SlUQGj3OC4I/AAAAAAAAAMw/z8ggybS0bSk/s1600-h/blue+tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 199px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SlUQGj3OC4I/AAAAAAAAAMw/z8ggybS0bSk/s400/blue+tears.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356205036719180674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revin si eu la blogareala cea de toate zilele dupa o perioada de invatat aproape degeaba (absolventii de clasa a 12 a cunosc problema). M-am gandit sa abordez o problema destul de comuna de cateva zile incoace : moartea lui M.J. Glumeam! Nu ma apuc sa dezbat problema asta pentru ca nu mi-ar ajunge pagina ! Despre asta voi spune doar ca mi se pare un mare circ ( ca sa o citez pe cea care a fost mai mereu alaturi de el). Totul se poate incadra foarte usor in tiparul: hai sa plangem dupa cineva( despre care nici macar nu am auzit, valabil pentru unii) doar pentru ca ceilaltio o fac, si la naiba! Daca putem sa scoatem si bani din asta de ce nu? Mai trebuie sa precizez ca au fost vandute bilete la inmormantarea lui cu 20.000$?... De parca ideea in sine de a da bilete pentru o inmormantare nu era suficient de penibila...(funny...not!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trecand mai departe la ceea ce imi doresc cu adevarat sa dezbat, am sa insir o lista de cuvinte : nepasare, ignoranta, falsitate, razbunare, interiorizare, minciuna, complexe, dezamagire, neimplinire, frustrare, neintelegere, intrebari fara raspuns... . Primele cuvinte sunt in stransa legatura cu ultimele. Am putea spune ca sunt o urmare a celor din urma. Aceste situatii sunt tot mai des intalnite in zilele noastre. Personal, in ultima vreme am intalnit tot mai multe persoane ce hotarasc sa o ia pe un drum al inchiderii in sine. Uneori, fiecare dintre noi avem nevoie de astfel de momente, dar ce se intampla atunci cand nepasarea noastra are efecte negative asupra celor din jur( in special asupra celor carora le pasa de noi)? Atunci facem rau fara sa ne dam seama... .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exista si cazul ce l-am intalnit de curand. Atunci cand nepasarea se imbina si cu o dorinta de razbunare ( uneori inconstienta). De exemplu : "am tinut la persoana respectiva. m-a dezamagit. de ce mi-ar pasa de altcineva? de ce sa nu fac si eu la fel?". In acest caz creem o iluzie in jurul nostru..o iluzie ce implica persoana ce a aparut in viata noastra intr-un moment nepotrivit, persoana pe care o facem sa sufere doar pentru un capriciu si pentru incapacitatea noastra de a ne resemna in fata unui esec. Nepasarea e contagioasa!....din pacate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va urma...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4499720300511996450-1904786580872610134?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1904786580872610134/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=1904786580872610134' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/1904786580872610134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/1904786580872610134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2009/07/chiar-asa-domne.html' title='Chiar asa domne?...'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SlUQGj3OC4I/AAAAAAAAAMw/z8ggybS0bSk/s72-c/blue+tears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-7736296831940947246</id><published>2009-06-18T14:30:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T19:31:28.041+03:00</updated><title type='text'>REVOLUTIOOOOOON !!!</title><content type='html'>Da !!! In sfasit mult asteptatul (cel putin de mine) eveniment al anului 2009. In seara de 18 iulie ma voi pierde cu siguranta prin multimea multicolora de pe plaja dintre Venus si Saturn! Ca la orice eveniment asemanator, atmosfera face totul, dar cand ii ai in prim-plan pe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Planet Funk&lt;/span&gt; si&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Ferry Corsten&lt;/span&gt; parca se mai schimba un pic situatia, iar euforia ajunge la cote maxime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pana pe data magica de 18 iulie ne delectam cu imnul "Revolution" (Vibers &amp;amp; Tara McDonald).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne vedem in multime !Enjoy!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NPZI6thLJKE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NPZI6thLJKE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4499720300511996450-7736296831940947246?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7736296831940947246/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=7736296831940947246' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/7736296831940947246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/7736296831940947246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/revolutioooooon.html' title='REVOLUTIOOOOOON !!!'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-3146785646072947030</id><published>2009-06-07T18:09:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T18:15:47.150+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Buenas Noches! Mucho gusto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;Doar una din multele melodii de acest gen pe care le tot ascult de cateva zile...&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c6OBbqY2MEU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c6OBbqY2MEU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4499720300511996450-3146785646072947030?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3146785646072947030/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=3146785646072947030' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/3146785646072947030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/3146785646072947030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/buenas-noches-mucho-gusto.html' title='Buenas Noches! Mucho gusto...'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-1839162784462001279</id><published>2009-05-29T21:46:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T22:16:06.772+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jungla cu restante pe toate planurile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;De curand cineva incerca sa-mi potoleasca una din rabufnirile mele pe o tema ce ar suna asemanator cu :"de ce azi nu imi merge nimic bine? dar de ce asta se intampla tot mai des in ultima perioada? de ce nu ii mai pasa nimanui de nimeni? de ce " ne nastem sanatosi, incercand sa ne vindecam devenim bolnavi"?de ce? de ce ? de ce?si mai ales de ce ma lamentez atat cand e evident ca nu pot schimba nimic? La ineput, cand am auzit cuvintele ce aveau menirea sa ma linisteasca, impulsul a fost rasul...dar, analizand mai bine situatia si felul in care aceste cuvinte se potriveau ei, am realizat ca fenomenul de "going with the flow" cam poseda subiectul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Viata e o jungla! Fiecare e pentru el!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nimic mai adevarat! Cel putin din ce observ tot mai des in ultima vreme... . Din pacate cu totii stim poate volume intregi de teorie, fara macar o data sa o punem in practica! Stim cu totii ca daca un om in autobuz te-a facut nesimtit, tu nu trebuie sa-l balacaresti, iar daca auzi un om facand asta sa nu strigi la el in gura mare jumatate de ora sa se potoleasca ( chiar daca omul eventual s-a pototlit), iar daca vezi un om facand asta sa nu tipi la el ca tipa prea tare...si povestea poate continua!( apropo, tocmai am vizionat o astfel de scena, avand pe fundal: "Plata taxei de calatorie se regaseste in calitatea serviciului de transport public....etc.").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De fiecare data cand observ un om in starea tot mai deasa de " nepasare totala"(din dorinta de a intelege ce se intampla cu acest fenomen mi-as fi dorit sa creez jurnalul de care pomeneam in postul anterior) incerc sa imi amintesc faptul ca acel om a trecut printr-un anumit moment dificil pentru a ajunge la asta! Niciodata nu am pus in fata : Daca va aplica si in cazul meu acest feeling general? Nu am facut-o tocmai din cauza faptului ca sunt destul de in tema cu acest fenomen, avand ocazia de nenumarate ori sa-l pun in aplicare si in cazul meu, dar refunzand cu vehementa... . Uneori sunt acuzata de toleranta mult prea ridicata, de implicare emotionala adusa la un nivel anormal... . Imi asum aceste " calitati?" si nu imi doresc sa renunt la  a vedea partea buna a unui om, doar pentru ca acesta a fost afectat de sindromul nepasarii si al inchiderii in sine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca mai sunt oameni ce gandesc intr-un mod asemanator sau au ceva de spus impotriva a ceea ce am descris eu, astept pareri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4499720300511996450-1839162784462001279?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1839162784462001279/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=1839162784462001279' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/1839162784462001279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/1839162784462001279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/jungla-cu-restante-pe-toate-planurile.html' title='Jungla cu restante pe toate planurile'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-2333410063272880512</id><published>2009-05-19T00:41:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T00:50:22.677+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone?</title><content type='html'>As dori sa incep o noua campanie sub forma de jurnal. Ea se va numi: Jurnalul lehamitei totale! Daca se ofera cineva sa ajute la aceasta mareata creatie astept cu interes sugestii;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4499720300511996450-2333410063272880512?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2333410063272880512/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=2333410063272880512' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/2333410063272880512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/2333410063272880512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/anyone.html' title='Anyone?'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-8251606408683091804</id><published>2009-05-04T19:39:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T19:52:49.090+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hush Hush darlin'...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lBCDxBEVlY0&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" color2="0x4e9e00" fs="1&amp;amp;color1="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Astazi este o zi in care am ales sa nu spun unele lucruri ce poate trebuiau spuse. De asta am melodia pe repeat de ceva vreme. Cateodata linistea spune mai mult decat 1000 de cuvinte!:) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4499720300511996450-8251606408683091804?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8251606408683091804/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=8251606408683091804' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/8251606408683091804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/8251606408683091804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/hush-hush-darlin.html' title='Hush Hush darlin&apos;...'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-4156241098818996661</id><published>2009-04-22T21:01:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T21:23:16.865+03:00</updated><title type='text'>moleseala si marele albastru</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Se9geCoxO_I/AAAAAAAAALo/qe7qDM97vwM/s1600-h/relax.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327582953422797810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Se9geCoxO_I/AAAAAAAAALo/qe7qDM97vwM/s400/relax.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cu muzica boema pe fundal si cu melancolia in vene speakuiesc urmatoarele:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ma plangeam zilele trecute la mister &lt;a href="http://blogarealadinphilly.wordpress.com/"&gt;Count&lt;/a&gt; ca viata mea sociala se duce usor usor d rapa. De ce? Vizitele mele la mult adoratul mall se diminueaza...ceva trebuia facut! Asa ca am luat masurile de rigoare si m-am deplasat alaturi de o prietena buna la acest loc de revigorare spirituala si intelectuala(mai ales:)) ). Dupa vizita obligatorie la zona cu restaurante ( ca doar ne e in traditie) ne-am indreptat atentia catre maretul movieplex( la un film pe gratis bineinteles ca altfel nu mai avea niciun fun). Am hotarat de comun acord( ma rog...decizia a fost a mea as usual) sa vizionam "Vineri, 13". Buuuun, intram noi, trecem de baietasul de la intrare ce parea foarte surprins ca noi chiar avem 18 ani(ma rog:)) ) si cautam in disperare sala. Numerotarea aparea in felul urmator:1,2,3,5. Cum se intampla intotdeauna (aici fiind binecuvantat regele Murphy) lipsea exact ce cautam noi. Dupa cateva minute de disperare ne dam noi seama de faptul ca mult cautata sala era chiar ACEA sala(lounge pe numele ei). Dada!:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intram, urcam si dam de marele albastru sau scaunul cu care ne-am facut de cap(ma mir ca mai traieste). Cu portia de nachos cu sos de branza in mana dreapta si cu mana stanga experimentand functiile diferite ale marelui albastru stau si vizionez un film....as putea spune...bun, dar se putea si mai bine. Un copil dezaxat si stresat care devine ucigas in serie...aaa, si ghiciti ce! E si nemuritor pe deasupra! Pot spune ca ceea ce mi-a ramas din aceasta experienta a fost ceva de genul: Uaaaaauu! Chiar exista asa scaune???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mergand spre casa imi revine acea stare de melancolie profunda si de moleseala acuta despre care nu mai scriu!Ha! Forget it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4499720300511996450-4156241098818996661?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4156241098818996661/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=4156241098818996661' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/4156241098818996661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/4156241098818996661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/moleseala-si-marele-albastru.html' title='moleseala si marele albastru'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Se9geCoxO_I/AAAAAAAAALo/qe7qDM97vwM/s72-c/relax.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-93399704981504927</id><published>2009-04-14T09:50:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T10:24:17.123+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuand leapsa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;Hai ca am citit si am zis totusi sa vreau!:) Deci si prin urmare voi da "copy-paste" la regulile jocului de la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://strawberry-effect.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;Andreea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt; ca sa stie lumea ce fac eu aici si ce au de facut alesii(cum suna asta!muahaha!):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. Fiecare om care primeşte leapşa trebuie să completeze definiţiile celor 5 cuvinte primite şi să dea mai departe alte 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Definiţiile nu trebuie să arate stil dicţionar, ci să fie cât mai originale.&lt;br /&gt;Cuvinte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. soare&lt;br /&gt;2. tristete&lt;br /&gt;3. frumusete&lt;br /&gt;4. culoare&lt;br /&gt;5. aroganta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa purcedem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "soare"--&gt;eu as defini soarele ca fiind un necesar dat fiind faptul ca tind sa cred ca inca suntem majoritari pe langa vampiri(aici se va bucura cineva).Nu, serios vorbind, soarele este cel care ne motiveaza sa ne trezim dimineata, cel care ne face sa ne bucuram de o iesire in parc, care ne face sa renuntam la puloverul gros al bunicii...si last but not least: fara soare nu am putea face plaja si implicit inota(ce e asta frate?? blasfemie!). Deci si prin urmare: soare= foarte important!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "tristete"--&gt;cum parerea mea despre toate dependentele cotidiene este ca sunt sub controlul efectului "placebo", tind sa cred acelasi lucru si despre tristete. Ea este acolo doar daca o invitam noi "inside". Este poate cel mai urat sentiment pe care il poate avea un om( along with hate &amp;amp; dissapointment).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "frumusete"--&gt; aici nu cred ca ar putea exista o definitie clara. Fiecare lucru are frumusetea lui. Deci pot foarte bine sa spun ca frumusetea este ceea ce transmite o stare de bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "culoare"--&gt; am ajuns din nou la un necesar. Multe s-ar schimba in ziua de astazi fara culoare( mai ales in vietile dragilor nostri pitzi &amp;amp; coca!muha!). Culoarea iti dezvaluie stilul, se adapteaza la diferite situatii, iti da informatii pretioase precum stopurile(desi nu prea le respecta nimeni).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "aroganta"--&gt; aici m-as putea dezlantui! Stia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://strawberry-effect.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;Andreea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt; de ce l-a pus ultimul. Dar voi fi scurta pentru a nu iesi din tiparul celorlalte definitii. Detest persoanele ce vor sa arate in orice situatie cat de superioare sunt celorlalti din anumite puncte de vedere. Nu mi-a placat acest aspect niciodata si nici nu pot da o definitie acestui cuvant...pot decat sa ii dau un sinonim: prostie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Bun!Dam mai departe la: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://haemoglobian.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;haemoglobian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt; , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogarealadinphilly.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;Count&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt; si &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://theshapeoflife.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;Irina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt; (dar numai daca vor si li se pare interesant:) ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;1. apa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;2. iubire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;3. mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;4. comunicare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;5. muzica&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/4499720300511996450-93399704981504927?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/93399704981504927/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=93399704981504927' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/93399704981504927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/93399704981504927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/continuand-leapsa.html' title='Continuand leapsa...'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-6111420998459851379</id><published>2009-04-07T23:21:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T23:36:38.874+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ehem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sdu4ZijlzHI/AAAAAAAAALQ/c_obp8IhKQc/s1600-h/8766nij2sb452w.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322050133580696690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sdu4ZijlzHI/AAAAAAAAALQ/c_obp8IhKQc/s400/8766nij2sb452w.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, hai sa spunem doar ca m-am cam saturat de etichetele puse pe oameni in ziua de azi, desi sunt muuulte de spus la acest capitol, voi mentiona doar unele lucruri ce imi trec prin cap in momentul de fata a.i:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Domne, daca ai un blog si alegi sa scrii intr-un mod mai diferit fata de cel "de baza" nu esti in trend si nicidecum "cool". Pentru a face fata blogarelii din ziua de astazi trebuie sa ai macar un singur post in care sa-ti arati desteptaciunea prin a face misto de cei care in viziunea ta nu sunt atat de inzestrati de mama natura. Aici vine o miiiica intrebare: Ce ti-au facut tie personal acei oameni??...bine...un raspuns primit de cele mai multe ori ar fi: EXISTA FRATE!...ok! Am inteles! Crezi ca ai o problema legata de persoanele nu foarte inzestrate cand de fapt ai o problema cu faptul ca nu stii despre ce altceva ai putea sa scrii ca sa iti citeasca lumea tie blogul. Eh....si uite asa se formeaza blogurile de tipul ziarelor de scandal....si...stau si ma gandesc oare prin ce sunt diferiti oamenii care le citesc fata de cei ce apar acolo?;;)... va las pe voi sa cugetati! Peace!(frate) &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sdu5E9bE65I/AAAAAAAAALg/-PX8pjkVkH4/s1600-h/CAG1OV47.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sdu5E9bE65I/AAAAAAAAALg/-PX8pjkVkH4/s1600-h/CAG1OV47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322050879527119762" style="WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sdu5E9bE65I/AAAAAAAAALg/-PX8pjkVkH4/s400/CAG1OV47.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sdu5E9bE65I/AAAAAAAAALg/-PX8pjkVkH4/s1600-h/CAG1OV47.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/4499720300511996450-6111420998459851379?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6111420998459851379/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=6111420998459851379' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/6111420998459851379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/6111420998459851379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/ehem.html' title='Ehem...'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sdu4ZijlzHI/AAAAAAAAALQ/c_obp8IhKQc/s72-c/8766nij2sb452w.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-260905970533430630</id><published>2009-04-05T22:16:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T23:16:45.189+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Soul Symphony Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SdkQHrKAFrI/AAAAAAAAALA/qMomHYjlnvQ/s1600-h/summer+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321302158744753842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 396px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SdkQHrKAFrI/AAAAAAAAALA/qMomHYjlnvQ/s400/summer+girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...era o primavara frumoasa din anul 2004...Andreea avea cam 13 ani. Era in clasa a 7-a...era doar un copil ce inca nu cunostea faptul ca viata poate fi si altfel decat ceea ce traise pana atunci. Totul parea o joaca, o joaca ce se producea doar prin comportamentul ei pentru ca mintea deja ii zbura la unele lucruri pe care unii copii de varsta ei le cunosc peste ceva timp...nu! Ea stia de pe acum foarte bine ceea ce isi doreste, doar ca nu stia cum sa obtina acel lucru! Avea impresia ca toti ii vor binele si ca orice cuvant rostit catre ea este unul venit din suflet si niciodata minciuna!...nu era naiva...ii placea doar sa creada, sa aiba prieteni, sa cunoasca cat mai multe alaturi de ei si sa-si traiasca viata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ca orice pustoaica de varsta ei, a inceput sa viseze la ceva mai mult. Deja ceea ce simtea in fata unei prezente masculine era total diferit de sentimentele precedente...ea nu stia...nu stia ca inca nu venise vremea sa se implice in ceva mai mult decat o prietenie obisnuita...era inca prea copil, prea influentata de ceea ce vedea in jurul sau, nu avea inca o gandire proprie, ceva cu care sa se apere in fata tentatiilor de fiecare zi. Deja prietenele sale intrau in acest joc, iar ea era nerabdatoare sa descopere acest nou teritoriu, convinsa fiind de faptul ca ii va aduce numai beneficii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Una din prietenele sale cele mai bune cunoscuse pe cineva...era ceva fantastic, nemaipomenit, un subiect fara sfarsit pentru micul lor grup! Parea perechea ideala: blond, ochi verzi-albastrui, mai mare cu un an decat ele, cunoscut printre multi din scoala lor... . Vorbeau cu orele la telefon...ea le povestea cat de bine se simte si cat de neobisnuit de frumos este acest sentiment nou. Fiecare din ele incercau sa afle cat mai multe detalii picante despre acest baiat misterios...ce mesaje ii mai trimitea ei, cum ii vorbea, cand se vor intalni...totul era ceva fascinant! Andreea impartea cu prietena cea norocoasa si cu restul grupului acel sentiment de extaz, dar in adancul sufletului ei si-ar fi dorit sa i se fi intamplat si ei ceva asemanator, poate chiar mai frumos, dar...destinul nu o alesese pe ea de aceasta data. Nu era nefericita, nu parea sa-i pese. Ba chiar isi ajuta prietena de fiecare data cand acel baiat dadea vreun semn ca ar dori ceva de la ea. Pana la urma s-au intalnit. Andreea statea cu prietena sa in spatele scolii in timp ce una dintre ultimele ninsori din acel an isi facea loc prin parul lor...il asteptau pe el, pe Adrian. Deodata prietena sa ii face un semn disperat sa plece caci el va sosi curand. Andreea nu sta pe ganduri si pleaca spre clasa, dar...uitase sa-i ureze succes prietenei sale! Se intoarce din drum repede si ajunge aproape de aceasta. Singurele cuvinte ce a apucat sa le rosteasca au fost:" Iti urez...". Nu a apucat sa termine fraza caci in fata ei aparuse Adrian. Era prima data cand il vedea indeaproape. Atat de aproape ca nu stia cum sa reactioneze, asa ca fara sa-si continue urarea sau sa schiteze vreun zambet pleaca... .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aceste intalniri ale prietenei sale au continuat pana intr-o zi cand lucrurile au inceput sa se schimbe...acesta nu o mai cauta cu acelasi interes ca la inceput. Prietena sa era foarte trista, dar cu toate acestea a decis sa ramana amica lui Adrian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Era sfarsit de februarie...deja iarna parea ca disparuse din peisajul acelui inceput de an. Pomii incepusera sa infloreasca, iar temperatura permitea un alt tip de imbracaminte. Andreea si una din prietenele sale, Diana, stateau in fata intrarii din scoala lor. Diana tocmai ii arata Andreei noul sau telefon. Era foarte mandra de el. Andreea il ia pentru a-l putea privi mai atent. In acel moment se apropie Adrian si o saluta (pentru prima oara).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Frumos telefon! E al tau?", spuse Adrian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Nu! Este al Dianei", se aude o voce timida care inca nu dorea sa ridice privirea din respectivul aparat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Super! Sa-l stapanesti sanatoasa!"ii ureaza Adrian posesoarei telefonului.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imediat dupa asta, Andreea se hotaraste in sfarsit sa ridice privirea, iar primul lucru pe care aceasta il vede este zambetul lui entuziast ce i se adresa fara nicio indoiala numai ei....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4499720300511996450-260905970533430630?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/260905970533430630/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=260905970533430630' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/260905970533430630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/260905970533430630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/summer-soul-symphony-part-i.html' title='Summer Soul Symphony Part I'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SdkQHrKAFrI/AAAAAAAAALA/qMomHYjlnvQ/s72-c/summer+girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-84652554223100120</id><published>2009-04-04T21:04:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T21:34:44.371+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Chill...</title><content type='html'>Pentru ca acestea sunt probabil cele mai pretioase momente pe care le putem petrece noi cu gandurile noastre, am ales sa va arat cateva din melodiile care imi dau o stare de liniste...melodiile pe care pot reflecta cel mai bine asupra a ceea ce se intampla in viata mea. Hope you like'em!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Taio Cruz- I'll never love again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6h_COReXY1Y&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Taxi- Ploaie Pe Mare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BqMC2Hy0V9M&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Anna Nalick- Breathe(2 AM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jPz3YaIJkjQ&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="480" height="295" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Natasha St-Pier - A l'amour comme a la guerre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GKdwdOv0jEA&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Silbermond -Symphonie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HSeQeFntBgk&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In caz ca le-ati ascultat astept pareri! thanks!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4499720300511996450-84652554223100120?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/84652554223100120/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=84652554223100120' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/84652554223100120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/84652554223100120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/chill.html' title='Chill...'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-7949423573436794280</id><published>2009-04-01T23:44:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T00:09:29.326+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SdPX96WzvrI/AAAAAAAAAKg/e99CWQfSigs/s1600-h/RedGuy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319833043491602098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SdPX96WzvrI/AAAAAAAAAKg/e99CWQfSigs/s400/RedGuy1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SdPXlM_DNaI/AAAAAAAAAKY/PzomeHA67sM/s1600-h/red_guy_small.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, doar prin simplu fapt ca mi-am propus sa pun capat unui lung sir de regrete inutile fata de unele persoane care nu merita sa fie respectate doar din cauza faptului ca nu stiu sa respecte ceva ce in viziunea mea a meritat din plin, am ales sa scriu despre lucrurile excesive din viata mea si poate a multora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bun, astazi, 01.04.2009(si nu, nu e la misto) calatorind cu minunatul mijloc de transport in comun denumit generic 41, am realizat ca unele lucruri te urmaresc fara sa vrei...de exemplu: turma de oameni ce inca nu au descoperit apa si sapunul care urca zilnic, de cateva zile incoace, in acest mijloc de transport parca special la aceeasi ora la care imi urmez linistita drumul... . Sarind peste faptul ca acea combinatie de litere aflata in numerele de inmatriculare ale unor masini devine din ce in ce mai des intalnita de catre ochii mei( uneori si de mai multe ori pe zi, numai vorbesc de masina parcata in capatul strazii), ajung la acea situatie in care oricine ar spune: Da domne, dovedit! De ce ti-e frica de aia nu scapi!Ma bucur ca nu am prins primul curs la sala pentru ca asa am scapat de fitele excesive ale tipei care la fel de excesiv ii face avansuri antrenorului. yeeey! Intru in sala fericita la al 2-lea curs si ghiciti cine imi "sufla" in spinare langa raftul cu greutati! dada!! chiar ea! Se hotarase ca nu ii este de ajuns profesorul de kick box, iar cel de body pump arata chiar bine. Toata ora se straduia saraca fata sa faca impresie(asezata fiind bineinteles cat mai aproape posibil de "victima"). Mai nou sala de sport a ajuns un adevarat teren de agatat si de flirt necontrolat chiar si cu profesori, dar deh...hai ca m-am obisnuit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sa revenim la subiect! Mi se pare groaznic de stresant faptul ca desi uneori esti constient ca nu vei scapa de unele lucruri , trebuie sa ti se aminteasca cu fiecare ocazie cat de "into it" esti! Cam asta ar fi ideea principala pe ziua de azi...vom reveni cu amanunte picante(si evident cat mai stresante) din viata de zi cu zi.&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/4499720300511996450-7949423573436794280?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7949423573436794280/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=7949423573436794280' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/7949423573436794280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/7949423573436794280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/stop.html' title='Stop!'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SdPX96WzvrI/AAAAAAAAAKg/e99CWQfSigs/s72-c/RedGuy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-1921275804507945079</id><published>2009-03-30T00:28:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T00:35:47.022+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh, Eh [there's nothing else I can say]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sc_pSNeyvWI/AAAAAAAAAKI/XlVVQvjS-zY/s1600-h/Lady_GaGa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318726184013577570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sc_pSNeyvWI/AAAAAAAAAKI/XlVVQvjS-zY/s400/Lady_GaGa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Cherry cherry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Boom boom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;GaGa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Boy, we've had a real' good time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;And I wish you the best on your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Eh I didn't mean to hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;I never thought we'd fall out of place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Eh eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;I have something that I love long-long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;But my friends keeping telling me that something's wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Then I met someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;And babe, there's nothing else I can say...Eh eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;There's nothing else I can say...Eh eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;I wish you'd never looked at me that way...Eh eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;There's nothing else I can say...Eh eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Not that I don't care about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Just that things got so compilquee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Eh I met somebody cute and finally got each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;And that's funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;hey, eh eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Eh eh, There's nothing else I can say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Eh eh (eh eh)I wish you'd never looked at me that way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Eh eh (eh eh)There's nothing else I can say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Eh eh (eh eh)hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Cherry cherry, boom boom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Eh eh, hey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;All I can say is eh eh !!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;si serios ca doar asta am de spus!:)&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/4499720300511996450-1921275804507945079?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1921275804507945079/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=1921275804507945079' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/1921275804507945079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/1921275804507945079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/eh-eh-theres-nothing-else-i-can-say.html' title='Eh, Eh [there&apos;s nothing else I can say]'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sc_pSNeyvWI/AAAAAAAAAKI/XlVVQvjS-zY/s72-c/Lady_GaGa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-5476450413652405860</id><published>2009-03-24T22:29:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T22:49:27.690+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Brown eyes</title><content type='html'>I only knew 2 sincere brown eyes in my life...it still is the only look I remember, the only one I have in my mind when things tend to go from bad to worse...even in my happiest moments they come right in front of me just to remind me that I should always remember them that one way! The way they were back then... . Maybe those are the most important moments...those happy moments... . I always remember that I owe everything I am to them! Yes...I found that what I think is right, it really is, just that...I can't be that way without being understood...and maybe this is what hurts the most... . I hope that those brown eyes will always remember what they mean to me!( you may wonder what i still say it in present...well I do it because they will always be a part of my life:) ). Thank you for being there when I needed you to be! Thank you for making me feel special! Thank you for showing me that wonderful feeling...the most wonderful one...the once in a lifetime one! Thank you for giving me the chance to be what I wanted to be , but never before could! Thank you for sharing my ignorance! Thank you for...just being there...just giving me the chance to get to know you!...Thank you for everything! ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everything was everything,but everything is over! Everything could be everything if only we were older!…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-dYVUMHlpks&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4499720300511996450-5476450413652405860?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5476450413652405860/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=5476450413652405860' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/5476450413652405860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/5476450413652405860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/brown-eyes.html' title='Brown eyes'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-2796712198512911336</id><published>2009-03-20T21:56:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T22:36:24.080+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Da, suntem putine!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/ScP-Hk0HMuI/AAAAAAAAAKA/D1JGDkkceWU/s1600-h/Friendship_by_Lestrim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315371391322108642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 383px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/ScP-Hk0HMuI/AAAAAAAAAKA/D1JGDkkceWU/s400/Friendship_by_Lestrim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tocmai vorbeam cu tine si imi spuneai ca suntem putine cele care facem asta! Unii ne judeca, nu sunt de acord cu modul asta de a exprima ce crezi si ce simti. E normal! Fiecare cu parerile lui!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stiu ca de cele mai multe ori ceea ce scriu eu pe blog nu prea are sens pentru multi... . Imi citesc posturile ca si cum ar citi orice altceva, dar stiu ca tu stii despre ce vorbesc si sincer ma simt bine ca pot discuta cu cineva despre asta si ca acel cineva ma si intelege!...cam greu!:)) Imi place ca de fiecare data cand povestesti ceva eu te pot opri si pot continua povestea fara sa-i schimb sensul.( uneori chiar ma amuza). Si stii ce imi place si mai mult? Ca ai mai multa vointa ca mine. Poti face unele lucruri pe care eu am putut sa le fac dupa un timp indelungat!( da hai ca le-am facut! asa ca nu comenta!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;La inceput te-am crezut altfel! La inceput aveam un val peste fata care ma facea sa explodez la fiecare lucru care mi se parea a fi o amenintare! Nu stateam sa cercetez terenul. Pur si simplu actionam fara sa imi pese de consecinte... si datorita impulsivitatii mele am avut mult de pierdut...mai bine zis am avut tot de pierdut(la un moment dat...), dar mi-am revenit!(zic eu-bitting nails:)) ). Te-am recuperat si asta ma face sa ma simt bine!:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, d aici nu mai scriu siropos!Asta a fost o mica exceptie 4 u !:) De maine se revine la normal:))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4499720300511996450-2796712198512911336?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2796712198512911336/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=2796712198512911336' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/2796712198512911336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/2796712198512911336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/da-suntem-putine.html' title='Da, suntem putine!...'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/ScP-Hk0HMuI/AAAAAAAAAKA/D1JGDkkceWU/s72-c/Friendship_by_Lestrim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-2385419679086993175</id><published>2009-03-06T22:12:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:34:23.787+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;t forget about us'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='only once'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mariah Carey'/><title type='text'>Mariah Carey-Don't forget about us(LIVE 2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WQO_YiIlkAE&amp;amp;hl=" width="480" height="385" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" color1="0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=" fs="1&amp;amp;rel="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep in mind the lyrics ! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/mariahcarey/dontforgetaboutus.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/mariahcarey/dontforgetaboutus.html&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunt sigura ca multi dintre voi sunteti de acord cu ce spune melodia asta! Cred ca asta este cea mai frumoasa amintire pe care o poate avea cineva in viata! Nu mai conteaza partile negative ale povestii cand stii ca asa ceva se simte doar o data!:)&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/4499720300511996450-2385419679086993175?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2385419679086993175/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=2385419679086993175' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/2385419679086993175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/2385419679086993175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/mariah-carey-dont-forget-about-uslive.html' title='Mariah Carey-Don&apos;t forget about us(LIVE 2006)'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-6844604193947985049</id><published>2009-02-24T23:02:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T23:43:40.335+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"singuratate"...50%: adjudecat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SaRo9bC9dXI/AAAAAAAAAJo/guP8_1Oi-t8/s1600-h/Redemption_by_zemotion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306481665390769522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SaRo9bC9dXI/AAAAAAAAAJo/guP8_1Oi-t8/s400/Redemption_by_zemotion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Am realizat un sondaj acum ceva vreme in care v-am intrebat care ar fi cel mai greu de suportat lucru. Si ...sincer! Nu ma asteptam ca singuratatea sa aiba un procentaj asa mare dupa voturile voastre! As fi crezut ca orice lucru pe lumea asta poate fi mai greu de suportat decat singuratatea, si asta datorita faptului ca vad zilnic numai oameni siguri pe ei, in stare sa-ti arunce mereu in fata cea mai buna replica posibila pentru a se simti impliniti. Nu imi puteam imagina cum de acei oameni mereu pusi pe fuga si care trec nepasatori pe langa tine pe strada, pot "suferi" de "sindromul singuratatii".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oare de ce simtim mereu nevoia de a avea pe cineva langa noi? De ce ne izbim mereu de neputinta de a ne rezolva singuri problemele sau de a ne da singuri sfaturi atunci cand avem nevoie? Un raspuns simplu ar fi: Pentru ca niciun joc de carti nu se joaca singur! sau traducerea frazei precedente intr-un limbaj pe gustul meu: Marea nu poate exista fara ploaie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aceasta problema a singuratatii ar putea fi rezolvata destul de simplu daca ne-am uita macar pentru o clipa la cei ce ne-a fost alaturi mereu, dar noi eram prea grabiti sa ne dam seama de asta.Daaaaar, de ce se grabeste lumea sa gaseasca unele lucruri pe care de cele mai multe ori le au langa ei fara sa isi dea seama? Simplu: E doar o vointa stupida de a-si hrani orgoliul, de a se simti impliniti ca au facut "eforturi supraomenesti" de a-si gasi fericirea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eu nu pot sa spun: Hai oameni trezirea! Pentru ca stiu ca nimeni nu ma va lua in seama, daaaar, ce pot spune este: Yey! In sfarsit am descoperit cauza egoismului. Sper ca de acum sa nu mai am ocazia de a mai gasi si alte cauze...&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/4499720300511996450-6844604193947985049?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6844604193947985049/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=6844604193947985049' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/6844604193947985049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/6844604193947985049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/singuratate50-adjudecat.html' title='&quot;singuratate&quot;...50%: adjudecat!'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SaRo9bC9dXI/AAAAAAAAAJo/guP8_1Oi-t8/s72-c/Redemption_by_zemotion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-920502624041915001</id><published>2009-02-21T17:51:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T18:01:45.660+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer serenade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robbie williams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eternity video'/><title type='text'>Eternity</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vcagC7ExZek&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vcagC7ExZek&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A summer serenade" intr-adevar... . O melodie de care nu te poti desparti asa usor daca ii intelegi mesajul. Pentru mine "Eternity" inseamna cateva cuvinte:vara, iubire, nostalgie, siguranta, sinceritate. Pe scurt o melodie de exceptie pe care sper sa o indragiti macar pe jumatate cat o indragesc eu!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4499720300511996450-920502624041915001?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/920502624041915001/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=920502624041915001' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/920502624041915001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/920502624041915001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/eternity.html' title='Eternity'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-2187387901733552193</id><published>2009-02-19T18:38:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T19:45:09.620+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miracle lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oceanlab'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Above and Beyond'/><title type='text'>Above &amp; Beyond pres. Oceanlab-Miracle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SZ2NlQyqeiI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Z4kcLkil-ns/s1600-h/miracle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304551607414454818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SZ2NlQyqeiI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Z4kcLkil-ns/s400/miracle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personal, versurile imi aduc aminte de faptul ca nimic nu ne va pica din cer...Fiecare vis trebuie ajutat sa devina realitate. cum?: prin simpla noastra vointa. Niciun miracol nu poate exista fara putin ajutor din partea noastra!:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;Don't they know that there's something going on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;What they're harming with their indecision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;But who will be left standing when I'm gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;There'll be nothing left but a vision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;It's too easy to turn a blind eye to the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;It's too easy to bow your head and pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;There are some times when you should try to find your voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;This is one voice that you must find today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;Are you hoping for a miracle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;as the ice caps melt away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;No use hoping for a miracle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;There's a price we'll have to pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't they know that there's something they can do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be sure of tomorrow's tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And too late is too late for me and you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No more time left for you to borrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;It's too easy to turn a blind eye to the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;It's too easy to bow your head and pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;There are some times when you should try to find your voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;This is one voice that you must find today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;Are you hoping for a miracle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;as the ice caps melt away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;No use hoping for a miracle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;There's a price we'll have to pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;Are you hoping for a miracle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;Am I still there in your plans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;No use hoping for a miracle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;I am balanced in your hands...&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/4499720300511996450-2187387901733552193?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2187387901733552193/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=2187387901733552193' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/2187387901733552193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/2187387901733552193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/above-beyond-pres-oceanlab-miracle.html' title='Above &amp; Beyond pres. Oceanlab-Miracle'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SZ2NlQyqeiI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Z4kcLkil-ns/s72-c/miracle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-7428142192208143536</id><published>2009-02-13T19:55:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:14:28.691+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack&apos;s house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house music'/><title type='text'>Jack's House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SZW3t182yHI/AAAAAAAAAJA/UjWIhxsKGjU/s1600-h/addicted.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302346134502951026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SZW3t182yHI/AAAAAAAAAJA/UjWIhxsKGjU/s400/addicted.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the beginning, there was Jack, and Jack had a groove.&lt;br /&gt;And from this groove came the groove of all grooves.&lt;br /&gt;And while one day viciously throwing down on his box, Jack boldy declared,&lt;br /&gt;"Let there be HOUSE!"&lt;br /&gt;and house music was born.&lt;br /&gt;"I am, you see,&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;the creator, and this is my house!&lt;br /&gt;And, in my house there is ONLY house music.&lt;br /&gt;But, I am not so selfish because once you enter my house it then becomes OUR house and OUR house music!"&lt;br /&gt;And, you see, no one man owns house because house music is a universal language, spoken and understood by all.&lt;br /&gt;You see, house is a feeling that no one can understand really unless you're deep into the vibe of house.&lt;br /&gt;House is an uncontrollable desire to jack your body.&lt;br /&gt;And, as I told you before, this is our house and our house music.&lt;br /&gt;And in every house, you understand, there is a keeper.&lt;br /&gt;And, in this house, the keeper is Jack.&lt;br /&gt;Now some of you who might wonder,&lt;br /&gt;"Who is Jack, and what is it that Jack does?"&lt;br /&gt;Jack is the one who gives you the power to jack your body!&lt;br /&gt;Jack is the one who gives you the power to do the snake.&lt;br /&gt;Jack is the one who gives you the key to the wiggly worm.&lt;br /&gt;Jack is the one who learns you how to walk your body.&lt;br /&gt;Jack is the one that can bring nations and nations of all Jackers together under one house.&lt;br /&gt;You may be black, you may be white; you may be Jew or Gentile. It don't make a difference in OUR House.&lt;br /&gt;And this is fresh.&lt;/strong&gt;&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/4499720300511996450-7428142192208143536?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7428142192208143536/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=7428142192208143536' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/7428142192208143536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/7428142192208143536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/jacks-house.html' title='Jack&apos;s House'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SZW3t182yHI/AAAAAAAAAJA/UjWIhxsKGjU/s72-c/addicted.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-670105161449068014</id><published>2009-02-03T19:52:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:34:10.007+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teardorps On My Guitar Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor Swift'/><title type='text'>Taylor Swift- Teardrops on my guitar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SYiICFRUMOI/AAAAAAAAAI4/qrj4HR3mqC4/s1600-h/Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298634530957308130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SYiICFRUMOI/AAAAAAAAAI4/qrj4HR3mqC4/s400/Love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SYiFeKVS_MI/AAAAAAAAAIo/3nijZi4NNRY/s1600-h/Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uneori ma intreb...: exista melodie mai buna sa ma descrie in unele momente? In momentele despre care e vorba in melodie...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drew looks at me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I fake a smile so he won't see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I want and I need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And everything that we should be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll bet she's beautiful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That girl he talks about&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And she's got everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I have to live without&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drew talks to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I laugh 'cause it's just so funny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't even see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyone when he's with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He says he's so in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's finally got it right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder if he knows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's all I think about at night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's the song in the car &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I keep singing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't know why I do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drew walks by me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can he tell that I can't breathe?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And there he goes, so perfectly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The kind of flawless I wish I could be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She better hold him tight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give him all her love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look in those beautiful eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And know she's lucky 'cause&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's the song in the car I keep singing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't know why I do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I drive home alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I turn out the light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll put his picture down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And maybe get some sleep tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cuz he's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The only one who's got enough of me to break my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's the song in the car I keep singing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't know why I do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's the time taken up but there's never enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And he's all that I need to fall into&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drew looks at meI fake a smile so he won't see...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tm5cOkPZGug"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tm5cOkPZGug&lt;/a&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/4499720300511996450-670105161449068014?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/670105161449068014/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=670105161449068014' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-5891541203845496025</id><published>2009-01-26T22:30:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T22:55:09.258+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ciudat, dar adevarat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SX4jFDKKV2I/AAAAAAAAAIg/ekTlFd1pJWg/s1600-h/thinking1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295708781488527202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SX4jFDKKV2I/AAAAAAAAAIg/ekTlFd1pJWg/s400/thinking1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#336666;"&gt;Ok, stiu cat de mult iubiti(-im) toti limba latina, dar intr-un mod impresionant am gasit ceva ce merita spus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#336666;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Primum vivere, deinde philosophari&lt;/em&gt; !" a.i. Mai intai traieste, apoi filosofeaza!&lt;-- un lucru de retinut pentru "mai marii" zilelor noastre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#336666;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Abusus optimi pessimus&lt;/em&gt;!" a.i.Cel mai rau este ca se abuzeaza de ceea ce este cel mai bun!&lt;-- situatie general valabila...mai bine zis intotdeauna valabila! Lasand la o parte capitolul cu"Un sut in fund e mereu un pas inainte" tin sa corectez:"Un sut in fund e mereu dat celor ce il merita cel mai putin!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#336666;"&gt;Sa speram ca germana va deveni mai digerabila prin:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#336666;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Eines passt sich nicht fur alle&lt;/em&gt;!"( scuzati lipsa diacriticelor ) a.i.Ce se potriveste pentru unul nu este bun pentru toti!&lt;--unii dintre noi nu ar trebui sa se grabeasca in a da sfaturi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#336666;"&gt;Si last but not least...in limba de toti vorbita comes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A man convinc'd against his will&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is of the same oppinion still!..."&lt;/em&gt; traducerea nu cred ca isi mai are rostul, dar e de retinut pentru cei ce sunt de parere ca pot schimba adeptii anumitor teorii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...to be continued...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4499720300511996450-5891541203845496025?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5891541203845496025/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=5891541203845496025' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/5891541203845496025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/5891541203845496025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2009/01/ciudat-dar-adevarat.html' title='ciudat, dar adevarat...'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SX4jFDKKV2I/AAAAAAAAAIg/ekTlFd1pJWg/s72-c/thinking1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-7898986251639699572</id><published>2009-01-20T19:22:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:40:37.144+02:00</updated><title type='text'>sa....sau sa nu?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SXYMeKioNDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x1Q_gkt-Tr0/s1600-h/mirror+gray+white+ladies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293432124385801266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 408px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SXYMeKioNDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x1Q_gkt-Tr0/s400/mirror+gray+white+ladies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;DraCi cititori, stateam si ma gandeam ca poate ar trebui sa va cer parerea in anumite domenii aparent fara raspuns. So, here it goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;1. Sa astepti sau sa cauti?;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;2. Sa n-ai incredere sau sa fii dezamagit?;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;3. Rece sau cald?;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;4.Principii sau libertate?;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;5. Preventie sau visare?;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;6. Material sau spiritual?;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;7. Perfectiune sau greseli?;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;8. Initiativa sau asteptare?;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;9. Copil sau adult?;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;10. Intrebare sau raspuns?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;...ar mai fi multe de adaugat, dar cam asta e esentialul, din ceea ce observ im jurul meu. Nu am sa raspund si eu pentru ca la aproape toate intrebarile nu m-as putea abtine de la "amandoua".:)&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/4499720300511996450-7898986251639699572?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7898986251639699572/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=7898986251639699572' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/7898986251639699572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/7898986251639699572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2009/01/sasau-sa-nu.html' title='sa....sau sa nu?!'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SXYMeKioNDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/x1Q_gkt-Tr0/s72-c/mirror+gray+white+ladies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-7655063835902490719</id><published>2009-01-04T21:47:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T22:15:45.154+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghost whisperer sayings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melinda and jim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treu love of melinda and jim'/><title type='text'>everything...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SWEVgshEVSI/AAAAAAAAAHI/O3Iy04eh8Ww/s1600-h/ghost-whisperer14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287531088959526178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SWEVgshEVSI/AAAAAAAAAHI/O3Iy04eh8Ww/s400/ghost-whisperer14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love Still Won't Die (2x02)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mel:I never thought that I was gonna be able to trust anyone after Kyle... and then there was Jim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jim:You're not gonna break into song right now are you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mel:I might.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Grave Matter (2x05)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mel:You know what? It's fun, to brainstorm this stuff with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Jim:I know, I read somewhere, ghost-busting keeps a marriage strong&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Woman of His Dreams (2x06)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mel:Jim, come on, I can take it. Spit it out, was she beautiful?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jim:She's drop dead gorgeous, she looks like a model.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mel:A simple yes would have done.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Speed Demon (2x14)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mel:Does this mean anything to you: 190206?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jim:What's left on our mortgage?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mel:No.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jim:Last plumber's bill?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mel:No again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mel:Why is it so much harder when you're trying to get lost?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jim:You're doing great, I have no idea where we are.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SWEWcBtMZwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/w62Attxy_ZE/s1600-h/mel+threshold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287532108259813122" style="WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SWEWcBtMZwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/w62Attxy_ZE/s400/mel+threshold.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;No Safe Place (3x04)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He whispers in her ear and walks to the door)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jim:And ah..you know where to find me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mel:I know you are not about to take that peanut butter up into my bed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jim:Ah no...no! I was gonna take this peanut butter up into my bed!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imaginary Friends and Enemies (4x06)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jim:You're more beautiful every time I see you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mel:You're awake. I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jim:Mel, there's a thing that happened. Um... uh... it's called an embolism - it's a technical term and you don't need to know about it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mel:Let me go get you a doctor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im:No, please. Just look at me, right here. Please look at me, right now. Look, look at me right here. I want you to remember me this way. Please.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jim: I will always love you Melinda . . . Always! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mel: No!Not you!Please....not you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;(this one I really hate!!!....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SWEWJTDb7BI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/h-pZmmoE_aY/s1600-h/mel+&amp;amp;jim+threshhold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287531786498993170" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SWEWJTDb7BI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/h-pZmmoE_aY/s400/mel+%26jim+threshhold.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heart and Soul (4x08)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mel:The last Conscious decision my husband made was to risk everything just to be with me, I am not going to turn my back on that. . . .No he took a chance out of love and out of loyalty for the one person who meant everything to him, even though he know it doesn't make any sense. That is what Love is! Jim:You've be amazingly supportive, but its just weird...I mean I don't even know you and suddenly I'm moving into your place and then whats even weirder is how I feel when were together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SWEWxaJ8SFI/AAAAAAAAAHg/pG48Z3CzaS0/s1600-h/ghostwhisperer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287532475600095314" style="WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SWEWxaJ8SFI/AAAAAAAAAHg/pG48Z3CzaS0/s400/ghostwhisperer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SWEXRpaHn2I/AAAAAAAAAHo/K4tx0x2suu0/s1600-h/ghost_whisperer_jennifer_love_hewitt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287533029450293090" style="WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SWEXRpaHn2I/AAAAAAAAAHo/K4tx0x2suu0/s400/ghost_whisperer_jennifer_love_hewitt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;more on: &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/4499720300511996450-7655063835902490719?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7655063835902490719/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=7655063835902490719' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/7655063835902490719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/7655063835902490719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2009/01/everything.html' title='everything...'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SWEVgshEVSI/AAAAAAAAAHI/O3Iy04eh8Ww/s72-c/ghost-whisperer14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-5787787746832820342</id><published>2009-01-02T21:20:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T00:04:12.596+02:00</updated><title type='text'>muzica...adica eu...adica raspunsuri</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SV6OIqwR64I/AAAAAAAAAGo/vdg_sr5kbsQ/s1600-h/Music_by_AlexMassacre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286819292146428802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SV6OIqwR64I/AAAAAAAAAGo/vdg_sr5kbsQ/s400/Music_by_AlexMassacre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SV6Nv9grLxI/AAAAAAAAAGg/MKYfSlnACZM/s1600-h/music_by_devianterika.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286818867684519698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SV6Nv9grLxI/AAAAAAAAAGg/MKYfSlnACZM/s400/music_by_devianterika.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663333;"&gt;Cele mai bune raspunsuri pe care le am la unele intrebari:):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663333;"&gt;1.Melodia "eu": "Natasha St. Pier- Comme dans un train "(de obicei asa actionez...desi as vrea sa ma reprezinte CHIAR in totalitate, dar se apropie cu pasi repezi);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663333;"&gt;2.Care e starea mea de spirit de astazi?: "VeritaSaga-Spune-mi" (nc...really);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663333;"&gt;3. Ce planuri de viitor am?: "Vanessa Carlton- Watch me shine"(can I please be succesful?);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663333;"&gt;4.Ce i-as dedica persoanei iubite?: "Shakira- Que me quedes tu"(ma org...ipotetic...);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663333;"&gt;5.De ce stau singura acasa acum?: "Soko-Shitty day"(in fine...);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663333;"&gt;6.Care este povestea ultimelor 4 zile?: "Dido - Life for rent"(scurt si la obiect);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663333;"&gt;7. Ce mi-as dori de la persoana de langa mine?: "Delerium- Touched"(prea multa visare...);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663333;"&gt;8.Ce i-as dedica intotdeauna( 4 ever and ever)?: "Taxi- Ploaie pe mare"( sentimentul ala si mare...nimic mai mult si voi fi eu);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663333;"&gt;9.My "I know" gone bad?nasol momentu', still miss speaking the same shit at the same time...:"Katty Perry- Hot &amp;amp; Cold"...sau..."Inna-Hot"....sau Nelly Furtado &amp;amp; Timbaland- Promiscuous"...sau Leona Lewis- Footprints in the sand"...depinde ce poveste apare preferabila...;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663333;"&gt;10.Cum imi merge momentan?:"Sugababes-Shape";&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663333;"&gt;11.Ce voi face maine?:" Soko- I'll kill her"( :)) las...mai bine ma pastrez pentru ceea ce conteaza), deci: "Above &amp;amp; Beyond pres.Oceanlab: Lonely girl"(as vrea eu...si eu si melodia);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663333;"&gt;12.Cum imi vad viata?simplu...: "Adda-Haos organizat"(sper ca am spus tot);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663333;"&gt;13. Cum vad eu prietenia adevarata?:" Kate Alexa: We are together;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663333;"&gt;14.Viata de liceu: "Britney Spears-Toxic"(din toate punctele de vedere:)) :);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663333;"&gt;15.Petrecerile cu prietenii:"Britney Spears-Freakshow"(daaa...tot Britney...melodii sugestive ce sa-i faci?);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663333;"&gt;16.Vara la mare: "Dj Encore &amp;amp; Engelina- Walking in the sky" (la propriu...!!!);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663333;"&gt;17.Cea mai profunda melodie de dragoste: "Natasha St-Pier- A l'amour comme a la guerre" (groaznic...);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663333;"&gt;18.Mereu as putea sa dansez pe: "Destiny's Child- Lose my breath"( da da daaaa...);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663333;"&gt;19.Pentru momentele de sensibilitate las: "Brian McFadden feat. Delta Goodrem- Almost here";&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663333;"&gt;20.Relaxarea incepe cu : "Mandalay- Beautiful", continua cu : "Blank &amp;amp; Jones- The hardest heart" si se termina cu : " Bliss- Wish you were here";&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663333;"&gt;21.Melodia ce spune totul chiar daca nu contine versuri: "Trentemoller- Miss you";&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663333;"&gt;22.Cea mai buna pentru a-ti aduce aminte de iarna: "Beyonce- Smash into you"(chiar nu stiu de ce, dar imi insipra un aer de iarna);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663333;"&gt;23.La drum cu: "Pink- Gone to California"( desi nu as vrea sa ajung pe acolo);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663333;"&gt;24.Ce imi aduce aminte de copilarie: "Candy- Poveste de iubire"(copil mic si prost:) );&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663333;"&gt;25.Song which turns me on: "Tiesto feat. Charlotte Martin- Sweet things";&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663333;"&gt;26.Cel mai frumos soundtrack : "Howie Day- Collide";&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663333;"&gt;27.Ce as dori sa fac pentru cineva intr-o zi: "The Script- The ma who can't be moved";&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663333;"&gt;28.Melodia elegantei:" Brian Adams- Have you really loved a woman" (buna intrebare!);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663333;"&gt;29.Ce melodie mi-a placea sa-mi fie dedicata: "Celine Dion- Because you loved me";&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663333;"&gt;30. Cum imi vreau eu viitorul: "Jennifer Lopez- Alive".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286820080404084450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SV6O2jPjNuI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Gc_SNf8wViE/s400/_MusiC__by_nebulaskin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286819909546974882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SV6OsmwCnqI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Fl39DKx4PMk/s400/Music_by_firarifunda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4499720300511996450-5787787746832820342?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5787787746832820342/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=5787787746832820342' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/5787787746832820342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/5787787746832820342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2009/01/muzicaadica-euadica-raspunsuri.html' title='muzica...adica eu...adica raspunsuri'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SV6OIqwR64I/AAAAAAAAAGo/vdg_sr5kbsQ/s72-c/Music_by_AlexMassacre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-6534588678103357847</id><published>2009-01-01T23:14:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:58:47.472+02:00</updated><title type='text'>a new beginning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SV04TR1b6XI/AAAAAAAAAGY/JuvxqZp65CI/s1600-h/be305ba3004126b4ba3d374cb7427272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286443441459030386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SV04TR1b6XI/AAAAAAAAAGY/JuvxqZp65CI/s400/be305ba3004126b4ba3d374cb7427272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Suntem deja in 2009...toata lumea viseaza catre ceva nou, catre ceva cu totul diferit si bineinteles mai bun. Personal, am mereu in minte viitorul,dar si trecutul la miezul noptii. Intr-un fel imi creeze o imagina asupra a ceea ce mi-as dori sa realizez in anul ce urmeaza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Anul nou aduce cu sine schimbari in viata unei persoane, fie ele de ordin material, fie spiritual. Se poate spune ca noaptea dintre ani aduce putina...hai sa-i spunem "ambitie" in gandirea unora. Apare ca un fel de impuls catre schimbare, o oarecare dorinta de reusita care de data aceasta sa fie totala. este vorba despre acele ganduri de genul: "Anul asta nu mai fumez!" sau "Incepand cu 1 ianuarie voi avea mai multa grija cum ma comport cu cei dragi! "sau "Voi trece cu siguranta bacul!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Eu....ei bine am si eu o ambitie de inceput de an, si de data asta se manifesta mult mai puternic decat celelalte ambitii. Sper sa o pot duce la bun sfarsit!:)...dar pana atunci: HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s:un mic hint pentru cei ce au avut in minte ideea unei schimbari in noul an:):check this out:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Vanessa Carlton- Watch me shine"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4499720300511996450-6534588678103357847?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6534588678103357847/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=6534588678103357847' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/6534588678103357847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/6534588678103357847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-beginning.html' title='a new beginning...'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SV04TR1b6XI/AAAAAAAAAGY/JuvxqZp65CI/s72-c/be305ba3004126b4ba3d374cb7427272.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-5342008375277796146</id><published>2008-12-21T18:50:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T18:58:45.072+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ganduri</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;cam asta e ce am eu de spus acum...:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282288456168077634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SU51XTcLeUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/VaYtOQlPJIU/s400/Dreaming_In_Winter_by_larafairie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I haven't really ever found a place that I call home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I never stick around quite long enough to make it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I apologize that once again I'm not in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;But it's not as if I mind that your heart ain't exactly breaking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;It's just a thought, only a thought...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;But if my life is for rent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;and I don't lean to buy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Well I deserve nothing more than I get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Cause nothing I have is truly mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I've always thought that I would love to live by the sea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;To travel the world alone and live my life more simply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I have no idea what's happened to that dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Cause there's really nothing left here to stop me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;It's just a thought, only a thought...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;But if my life is for rent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;and I don't learn to buy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I deserve nothing more than I get &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause nothing I have is truly mine &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;While my heart is a shield &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I won't let it down &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;While I am so afraid to fail so I won't even try&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well how can I say I'm alive If my life is for rent... &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/4499720300511996450-5342008375277796146?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5342008375277796146/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=5342008375277796146' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/5342008375277796146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/5342008375277796146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2008/12/ganduri.html' title='ganduri'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SU51XTcLeUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/VaYtOQlPJIU/s72-c/Dreaming_In_Winter_by_larafairie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-589377578883275313</id><published>2008-12-14T19:38:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T19:59:00.858+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ingeri....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SUVH-FDK66I/AAAAAAAAAGI/WZa6QU8lUW0/s1600-h/sad.angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279705269994711970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SUVH-FDK66I/AAAAAAAAAGI/WZa6QU8lUW0/s400/sad.angel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;Inger...un termen greu, greu de atribuit... .Ce este oare un inger? Sa fie oare acea "entitate" care face ca totul in jurul tau sa fie un camp de liniste pentru tine....care stie mereu sa apara din inuneric atunci cand ai nevoie de o raza de lumina..care ar face orice sa te vada zambid...in cateva cuvinte simple: cel ce te iubeste dincolo de aparente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;O melodie spunea:"Dar eu sunt cel ce credea ca a invatat ca demonii au fete de ingeri si ingerii de fapt nu exista!". E posibil sa nu mai existe? E posibil ca fiecare inger sa se piarda...sentimentele sale sa dispara odata cu dezamagirea produsa de factori externi? Din pacate de multe ori se intampla..."ne pierdem printre ace , fumuri si glume facute pe seama celor slabi, incercand sa ne vindecam devenim bolnavi...".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;Am crezut sa vad acea aura, am crezut sa simt bataie aripilor sale, am simtit acea liniste, am simtit sa nu mai am nevoie de nimic altceva, dar....a murit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;Oare mai exista ingeri?&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/4499720300511996450-589377578883275313?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/589377578883275313/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=589377578883275313' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/589377578883275313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/589377578883275313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2008/12/ingeri.html' title='Ingeri....'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SUVH-FDK66I/AAAAAAAAAGI/WZa6QU8lUW0/s72-c/sad.angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-8915181427929467765</id><published>2008-12-13T10:21:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T10:43:53.467+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Plimbare pe gheata</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SUN000suywI/AAAAAAAAAGA/F30G5J8rUGE/s1600-h/ice-skate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279191639056632578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SUN000suywI/AAAAAAAAAGA/F30G5J8rUGE/s400/ice-skate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Este iarna...cel putin teoretic pentru ca zapada inca nu si-a facut aparitia. Si cu toate acestea patinoarele din Bucuresti sunt pline de oameni de toate varstele care doresc sa grabeasca fulgii de zapada. E frumos...parca e cu totul alta lume. O alta atmosfera... .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Astazi, putini se mai gandesc la o plimbare alaturi de cei dragi, dar cei care totusi o fac nu au nimic de pierdut, ba dimpotriva! Iesirile la patinoar au devenit atat de populare in ultimii ani incat in fiecare an o noua locatie este inaugurata. Patronii acestor locatii pentru distractie stiu foarte bine sa-si puna in valoare afacerea, de aceea putine sunt patinoarele unde sa nu gasesti un magazin unde se vinde vin fiert sau un dj care sa intretina atmosfera pana la ultimul client. Toate acestea le putem gasi la preturi accesibile: in jur de 10-15 ron (pentru 1 ora jumate sau 2, in functie de patinoar), iar pentru cei ce nu detin o pereche de patine, pentru 10 Ron pot inchiria una. Personal, consider ca investitia nu merita. Mai bine va faceti un drum pana in hypermarketurile bucurestene si va procurati o pereche de patine(preturile incep chiar undeva in jurul sumei de 70 de Ron), iar cu ele va bucurati de nenumarate plimbari (si cazaturi dupa caz).:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So....enjoy while it lasts!See you on ice!:)&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/4499720300511996450-8915181427929467765?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8915181427929467765/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=8915181427929467765' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/8915181427929467765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/8915181427929467765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2008/12/plimbare-pe-gheata.html' title='Plimbare pe gheata'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SUN000suywI/AAAAAAAAAGA/F30G5J8rUGE/s72-c/ice-skate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-5034609648246543734</id><published>2008-12-05T21:34:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T22:12:11.272+02:00</updated><title type='text'>fulgi de zapada si...visare...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/STmIykUqgiI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vspo06jFFqs/s1600-h/no+comment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276398840766431778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/STmIykUqgiI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vspo06jFFqs/s400/no+comment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Atmosfera calda de iarna...fulgi de zapada, zapada din lumina felinarului de pe strada, patinoar, cizme imblanite, bulgari, prietenie, si anotimpul amintirilor si visarii(cel putin pentru mine:) ). Acestea ar fi elementele ce definesc spiritul iernii pentru mine...pacat ca acum lipsesc cu desavarsire...da...azi cred ca au fost pe putin 10 grade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Imi lipseste mult iarna trecuta...foarte mult! Dc? pentru ca am petrecut-o alaturi de voi...m-ati acceptat si m-ati facut sa ma simt..well...EU! Un cuvant pe care il uitasem de mult... . Imi lipseste enorm atmosfera aceea calda pe care o simteam de fiecare data cand ne intalneam...chiar daca poate afara erau - 20 de grade! Stiu ca poate momentele alea nu vor mai reveni, dar...cu siguranta vor ramane intiparite in mintea mea...imagini...imagini superbe ca: zilele pe patinoar, rentzu interminabil, jeleuri, cora pantelimon, metrou "Costin Georgian", parcul de langa metrou, I.O.R, auchan si shaorma lui, serile in care va certati si va impacam, Craciun cu 'domnul broasca', revelion cu somn la gramada si sensibilitatea mea traditionala lui, ziua ta, a lui...si visare....muuuuulta visare! Toate astea au insemnat lumea...inceputul... pentru mine unul nou, poate pentru voi continuarea a ceea ce a fost, dar nu stiu daca astazi as fi ceea ce sunt daca nu as fi trecut prin perioada asta! Sincer...una dintre cele mai frumoase din viata mea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Doar vreau sa imi amintesc mereu de:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"FIECARE CAUTA IUBIREA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SI FIECARE ARE O CALE A SA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SI TOTI VISAM FERICIREA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PENTRU CA TOTI AVEM NEVOIE DE EA !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FIINDCA VIATA E AICI DOAR O DATA,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;VREAU ACUM SA SIMT CA TRAIESC !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ZI DE ZI TRAIESC ASA CUM VREAU,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;VIATA-I FRUMOASA CAND STII SA IUBESTI !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ZI DE ZI TRAIESC CUM IMI PLACE,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;VIATA-I FRUMOASA ZI DE ZI DACA STII S-O TRAIESTI!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276400609785809778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/STmKZibwC3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/NFQH8oTe_Pk/s400/eu+si+ei.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4499720300511996450-5034609648246543734?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5034609648246543734/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=5034609648246543734' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/5034609648246543734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/5034609648246543734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2008/12/fulgi-de-zapada-sivisare.html' title='fulgi de zapada si...visare...'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/STmIykUqgiI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vspo06jFFqs/s72-c/no+comment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-5104506405917737391</id><published>2008-12-01T14:00:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T18:56:51.025+02:00</updated><title type='text'>spirite?...sau o lectie de viata?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/STPacrDbFhI/AAAAAAAAAFg/53V7r4MADko/s1600-h/gw+blog.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274799774709257746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 424px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 384px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/STPacrDbFhI/AAAAAAAAAFg/53V7r4MADko/s400/gw+blog.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663366;"&gt;Stau si ma gandesc...oare cate luni sunt de cand urmaresc serialul asta?...de fapt cred ca deja sunt ani! S-au facut ani de cand tot incerc sa fac rost de toate seriile...downloadari ce durau ore in sir, conexiuni intrerupte in ultimele minute...erau doar rezultate ale faptului ca nu gasisem siteu ce acum il consider "a blessing"(&lt;a href="http://www.surfthechannel.com/"&gt;http://www.surfthechannel.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;--asta pentru cei obsedati de seriale tv..asa ca mine:D...pot spune ca este raiul devoratorilor de televiziune) Dupa ce v-am dat acest mic"hint", sa continui totusi cu ce am de spus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663366;"&gt;"Ghost Whisperer"...da, exact! Obsesia mea de cativa ani incoace! E ciudat cum pentru mine un astfel de serial tv a devenit o lectie de viata in adevaratul sens al cuvantului! Pe langa faptul ca lumea spiritelor mi se pare fascinanta, iar aici nu este prezentata o povestioara despre fantomite care sperie copii in ajunul Holloweenului, ci fapte care se intampla intr-adevar intr-o oarecare masura. Chiar intr-un episod ce l-am vazut ieri am auzit ceva ce mi-a schimbat total conceptia despre "mitul cimitirelor"! Si mi se pare foarte logic:"Spiritele au nevoie de energie...deci asteapta-te sa le gasesti intr-un centru comercial, nu intr-un cimitir!" Destul de pertinent, nu-i asa? Ei bine, multe "adevaruri" de genul acesta am gasit in actiunile Melindei Gordon(J.L.Hewitt).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663366;"&gt;Lasand la o parte latura "fantomatica" a filmului, pot spune ca ceea ce impresioneaza cel mai mult sunt lectiile de viata pe care le ofera! Nu pot sa nu mentionez faptul ca personajele principale ale acestui serial(Melinda Gordon si Jim Clancy) vor ramane mult timp in postura de "cuplu perfect"(cel putin in viziunea mea).Si aici nu pot sa ma abtin de la a nu posta un citat semnat Melinda:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663366;"&gt;"He took a chance out of love and out of loyalty for the one that meant everything to him even tough he knows it doesn't make any sense...that's what love is! In case you were unsure..."--Melinda Gordon, Ghost Whisperer 4/8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663366;"&gt;Serialul chiar are un "target" (si aici nu ma refer la faptul ca incearca sa ne demonstreze ca sufletele "earth-bound" exista si ca sunt printre noi mereu). Ma refer la faptul ca exista mereu situatii in care puterea de a ierta, de a iubi, de a merge mai departe ne sunt puse la incercare. Din pacate nu pot povesti aceste situatii pentru ca mi-ar lua pagini intregi si in fond nu asta este ideea... . Faptul ca o pelicula ma poate invata o groaza de lucruri ce pana acum le credeam doar o parte nesemnificativa a vietii(si nu e deloc asa), ma face sa-mi dau seama ca....:Da domne, mai exista filme ce merita vazute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663366;"&gt;Si...in speranta ca v-am trezit macar un pic interesul...see you online!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a682c8fb347899f8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da682c8fb347899f8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329889206%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D58A99A8B597D90544D74F44EF37F8A6FE1DA9B2C.60F52F242E8C0FDBFCF5413FF3B60AD00709765E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da682c8fb347899f8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQs9lPBcKovxh5djCy02CGZAT44A&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da682c8fb347899f8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329889206%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D58A99A8B597D90544D74F44EF37F8A6FE1DA9B2C.60F52F242E8C0FDBFCF5413FF3B60AD00709765E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da682c8fb347899f8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQs9lPBcKovxh5djCy02CGZAT44A&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4499720300511996450-5104506405917737391?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a682c8fb347899f8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5104506405917737391/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=5104506405917737391' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/5104506405917737391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/5104506405917737391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2008/12/spiritesau-o-lectie-de-viata.html' title='spirite?...sau o lectie de viata?'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/STPacrDbFhI/AAAAAAAAAFg/53V7r4MADko/s72-c/gw+blog.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-3041611599432146750</id><published>2008-11-12T21:07:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:42:58.050+02:00</updated><title type='text'>changement d'etat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SRswm5L7uUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qVHJ8A-sQnQ/s1600-h/lost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267857633883961666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SRswm5L7uUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qVHJ8A-sQnQ/s400/lost.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SRswKWUPP8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/tEuusWa-6Q8/s1600-h/elegantwindow.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Hai sa ne gandim la un subiect comun in mintile tuturor...un subiect ce tine de perceptia fiecaruia asupra vietii: pe cine ascultam si pe cine nu. Nu de putine ori am auzit de la cei din jur afirmatii care sa sune asemanator cu: "Ce mult te-ai schimbat in ultima vreme", "ai cam luat-o razna in ultima perioada", "Ar fi cazul sa te mai gandesti inainte de a face asta", "Eu cred ca ar fi mai bine sa/ sa nu...", etc. Este normal ca aceste cuvinte sa ne dea de gandit mai ales daca vin din partea unor persoane cunoscute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Toti ne vor dupa bunul lor plac chiar daca de cele mai multe ori nu ne este benefic...dar....se pare ca am inceput sa ne obisnuim cu ideea ca altii pot gandi pentru noi mult mai bine decat propria persoana. FALS! Fiecare dintre noi cunoaste cel mai bine ce e bine pentru el! de cate ori nu am repetat fraza:Cum am putut sa ma iau dupa ea/el?...eu cel putin, de multe ori... . Sincer...viata e mult prea scurta ca sa actionam dupa vointa celor din jur. De ce am mai trai daca nu putem invata din propriile greseli, daca nu ne putem crea propriul drum? doar pentru a deveni niste roboti ai societatii care se ghideaza numai dupa niste reguli impuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lost til you're found&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Swim til you drown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love til you hate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jump til you break&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Know that we all fall down !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/4499720300511996450-3041611599432146750?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3041611599432146750/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=3041611599432146750' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/3041611599432146750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/3041611599432146750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2008/11/hai-sa-ne-gandim-la-un-subiect-comun-in.html' title='changement d&apos;etat'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SRswm5L7uUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qVHJ8A-sQnQ/s72-c/lost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-6545665202538392233</id><published>2008-10-28T21:23:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:38:48.120+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossible...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SQdpl21tuAI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vlmWArj-4A8/s1600-h/22n[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262290788702599170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SQdpl21tuAI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vlmWArj-4A8/s400/22n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999900;"&gt;If everyone cared then nobody cried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999900;"&gt;If everyone loved and nobody lied &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999900;"&gt;If everyone shared and swallowed their pride &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999900;"&gt;We’d see the day when nobody died !...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999900;"&gt;...niste versuri...cuvinte pe o pagina alba, insa pline de sens ! pentru ca traim intr-o lume in care nu mai poti avea asa usor inceredere in straini...si mai greu fiind momentul in care realizezi ca si cei pe care i-ai crezut prieteni iti sunt de fapt straini. Doare sa vezi ca eforturile tale de a face ceva pentru a vedea efectele starii de bine sunt in zadar. Ba mai mult, "reusesti" sa faci si mai mult rau pentru ca cei pe care ii considerai apropiati prefera sa creada in continuare in straini...si asa ne invartim cu totii intr-un cerc vicios din care scapa numai cei care gasesc puterea sa nu le pese de absolut nimic sau care au inteligenta necesara sa fie suficient de selectivi cu asa numitii"cei mai buni prieteni"(termen teoretic). De cele mai multe ori insa, egoismul isi intra in rol, iar cercul societatii actuale isi reia drumul "firesc". Si oamenii care incearca sa-l intrerupa sunt din ce in ce mai putini, deci am putea spune ca versurile de mai sus sunt doar pentru cei care le inteleg(si nu numai ca pe o teorie)....&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/4499720300511996450-6545665202538392233?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6545665202538392233/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=6545665202538392233' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/6545665202538392233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/6545665202538392233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2008/10/imposible.html' title='Impossible...'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SQdpl21tuAI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vlmWArj-4A8/s72-c/22n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-4593103688542671382</id><published>2008-10-18T12:17:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T13:37:52.514+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Footprints in the sand...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SPm1o7nE7hI/AAAAAAAAAFA/pDNTlQ0UKjc/s1600-h/sea+feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258433754732752402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SPm1o7nE7hI/AAAAAAAAAFA/pDNTlQ0UKjc/s400/sea+feet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SPm1gXBk7OI/AAAAAAAAAE4/1FoqrLR9GlI/s1600-h/sea+feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se spune ca in viata lucrurile cele mai bune se obtin cu cele mai mari eforturi si cu siguranta asa se intampla. Nu te poti bucura de un lucru atata timp cat nu depui un anumit efort pentru a il obtine. E ca un fel de sentiment de mandrie atunci cand observi ca primesti o rasplata pentru tot ceea ce esti...chiar daca acea rasplata nu dureaza prea mult timp... .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;I was thinking that maybe I shouldn't take another step...not until I'll find out wat was going on. Those were only thoughts 'cause from that moment only actions could speak. We both thought at the same time: " What just happened?", but you were the one who said it... What happened was the beginnng of knowledge... .The moment I found out that some differences are so insignificant...they don't matter actually! I started to focus on real things, those that really mattered. And i found it...that "me" who could understand everything that I was saying. It wasn't necessary to explain 'cause that "I know" came right away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Every little thing that made me sad that moment was gone and away 'cause I realised that when somebody wants to make me sad the only thing that they do is push me into more happiness. They only make me discover that I am not alone and that i relly diserve what I get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;In a special day special things happened...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;"I don't want ya feelin' guilty,That'd keep you in pain too...So maybe you could learn from this !"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;"I promise you I'm always there When your heart is filled with sorrow And despair And I'll carry you When you need a friend You'll find my footprints in the sand ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;"They can take tomorrow and the plans we made They can take the music that we'll never play All the broken dreams Take everything Just take it away But they can never have yesterday !"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/4499720300511996450-4593103688542671382?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4593103688542671382/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=4593103688542671382' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/4593103688542671382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/4593103688542671382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2008/10/footprints-in-sand.html' title='Footprints in the sand...'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SPm1o7nE7hI/AAAAAAAAAFA/pDNTlQ0UKjc/s72-c/sea+feet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-4594343234820853380</id><published>2008-10-15T20:41:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T21:07:16.522+03:00</updated><title type='text'>over and over again...(cat se poate de neformal)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SPYxQCR5MVI/AAAAAAAAAEw/0UmNcR5OlTY/s1600-h/walk+onwater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257443766561222994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" height="200" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SPYxQCR5MVI/AAAAAAAAAEw/0UmNcR5OlTY/s400/walk+onwater.jpg" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SPYxGwizSDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/unuv4fft_Nc/s1600-h/walk+onwater.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#330033;"&gt;Am observat ca niciodata nu pot sti ce surprize imi aduce ziua de maine, dar cand aceste asa numite "surprize" vin in " ziua de azi" si nu in cea de maine deja parea putin cam mult... . Am onoarea de a scrie din punctul de vedere al unei persoane de 18 ani( cica mature acum)... mda...poate. Ceaa ce pot sa scriu este ca de fiecare data cand o schimbare intervine realizez ca de fapt nu stiu nimic despre viata...mereu ma poate surprinde. De data asta pot sa spun deja cunoscuta fraza"Dumnezeu ma iubeste!"...and he really does! adica...sa fim seriosi ...cum poate cineva sa primeasca o caramida in cap si la cateva ore o canistra de bomboane?!?!...inexplicabil. Si pentru ca e inexplicabil e cea mai frumoasa parte a problemei! Nu ma asteptam la atatea schimbari majore in viata mea in doar cateva ore!...dupa cum se spune...straight face!serios! deocamdata astept urmatoarea "surpriza"...sper sa fie placuta la fel ca precedenta, dar nu vreau una la fel! la naiba!...e prea mult!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/4499720300511996450-4594343234820853380?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4594343234820853380/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=4594343234820853380' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/4594343234820853380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/4594343234820853380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2008/10/over-and-over-againcat-se-poate-de.html' title='over and over again...(cat se poate de neformal)'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SPYxQCR5MVI/AAAAAAAAAEw/0UmNcR5OlTY/s72-c/walk+onwater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-7883419944992886638</id><published>2008-10-08T23:44:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T00:01:55.739+03:00</updated><title type='text'>patience or nightmare?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SO0fjI71JoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mgh6Z2LybJQ/s1600-h/drownedheart.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254891028765550210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px" height="255" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SO0fjI71JoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mgh6Z2LybJQ/s400/drownedheart.gif" width="348" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;Sunt intr-un moment in care nu-mi pot explica multe lucruri...multe lucruri ce inainte pareau banale...nu mai am un raspuns la nimic, nu mai exista siguranta din unele puncte de vedere, iar optimismul...ei bine...se duce si el incetul cu incetul... . Nu pot accepta ceva ce ma face sa simt doar nesiguranta si tristete...nu pot spera ca va fi mai bine facand asta cand stiu ca acum nu imi face bine! Doar imi doresc sa primesc exact atat cat dau! Nu am cerut si nu voi cere niciodata mai mult!... . De fiecare data mi sa refuzat sansa de a arata ce sunt, ce pot fi...nu mai am energie...nu mai pot lupta..simt ca renunt prea usor la o lupta ce ar putea deveni victorie...dar...nesiguranta isi spune cuvantul din ce in ce mai mult...ma ascund in cuvinte pentru ca nu pot striga, nu pot spune ceea ce simt! Asa sunt...nu ma pot schimba! Am invatat sa caut afectiune si sa o daruiesc, dar inca nu stiu sa ma resemnez in momentul in care nu o primesc inapoi!...Stiu ca acum inca vorbeste copilul din mine...stiu ca va mai dura pana sa suport cu adevarat partile triste ale unei povesti... . Nu mai pot crede cand nu stiu daca am in ce sa cred... . Cand stiu canimic nu e sigur ci e doar un vis...o dorinta, nu imi doresc decat sa nu se ajunga la stadiul in care sa devenim proprii nostri dusmani...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;Se spune ca lucrurile complicate genereaza frumosul...dar oare cate trebuie sa depasesti sa ajungi la acea stare de fericire? Cate trepte sunt de urcat si mai ales de cate ori trebuie sa te impiedici sa atingi podeaua?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#999999;"&gt;E doar....mult prea greu cand stii ca lucrul ce l-ai dorit cel mai mult in viata nu il poti avea!...Doare....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4499720300511996450-7883419944992886638?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7883419944992886638/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=7883419944992886638' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/7883419944992886638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/7883419944992886638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2008/10/patience-or-nightmare.html' title='patience or nightmare?...'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SO0fjI71JoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mgh6Z2LybJQ/s72-c/drownedheart.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-1982169115654992972</id><published>2008-09-11T23:26:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T00:37:16.310+03:00</updated><title type='text'>...just music...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SMmPVFHS-4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/E_4i695GhaE/s1600-h/bmusic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244880833362459522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SMmPVFHS-4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/E_4i695GhaE/s400/bmusic2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SMmPMLGCB7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/lV2cDzIAWss/s1600-h/beautiful+music.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Inca nu-mi vine sa cred ca nu am niciun articol despre muzica! ce bizar...tocmai elementul principal al emotiilor mele lipseste din peisajul descriptiv!Am decis sa rezolv aceasta problema right away! So...here it goes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Muzica...un cuvant cunoscut tuturor, numai ca fiecare il percepe in modul sau. Chiar si eu am modul meu special de a "vedea" muzica. O vad ca pe o entitate ce ia diferite forme in functie de stil, versuri, sentimente, voce... . E acel element ce reuseste ca prin minune sa augmenteze o anumita stare sau sa o diminueze, dupa caz. M-am gandit sa scriu putin si despre originile muzicii:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Muzica datează din paleoliticul mijlociu şi constă în lovituri între pietre, lemne sau orice alte obiecte uzuale. Au fost concepute şi imnuri de slăvire, din urlete şi dansuri.&lt;br /&gt;Astăzi, aceste forme de manifesare sunt privite oarecum sceptic deoarece ele erau limitate la sunete precare şi destinate mulţumirii zeilor.&lt;br /&gt;Muzica neolitică se cânta în temple păgâne iar cea laică de către doici copiilor. Cu toate că nu există dovezi scrise, s-au găsit numeroase piei şi mai târziu &lt;a title="Pergament" href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pergament"&gt;pergamente&lt;/a&gt; desenate cu instrumentele preistorice.&lt;br /&gt;Treptat, această muzică s-a dezvoltat ajungând la muzica antică puţin celebră şi cunoscută în ziua de azi."(sursa-wikipedia).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Este oarecum impresionant faptul ca de la a lovi niste pietre s-a ajuns la ceea ce cunoastem cu totii astazi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;La fel ca marea, si muzica are un loc special in viata mea. nu m-as imagina fara castile mele in urechi mergand cat de mult pot pe jos. Eliberare...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Intotdeauna am apreciat artistii care vad muzica mai mult decat pe o afacere profitabila. De obicei acestia sunt cei care pun suflet in muzica lor(iar diferenta se simte ...e chiar evidenta pot spune) si cei ale caror creatii merita acultate. Personal nu mi se pare ca muzica ce este creata greu este cea mai valoroasa! O melodie poate avea doar 2 sunete ce transmit cat 1000!Uneori niste versuri pot pronunta cuvinte ce nu avem curajul sa le rostim...de multe ori pot ajuta...de multe ori pot lega sau desparti persoane...de multe ori sunt doar ele...niste versuri bine ascunse undeva in adancul sufletului nostru...avand o insemnatate speciala pe care num ai noi o putem descifra...cam asta ar fi definitia " melodiei preferate". Eu, ca o persoana ce asculta muzica zilnic(as putea spune ca aceasta activitate imi ocupa majoritatea timpului) am mai multe "melodii preferate". Iata cateva din ele, in caz ca sunteti curiosi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anna Nalick- breathe(2 AM);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sugababes-Shape;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Natasha ST.Pier- Comme dans un train;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Santana feat. Steve Tyler-Just Feel Better;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nadia Ali- Crash &amp;amp; Burn;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Shakira- Que me quedes tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;De adaugat mai sunt multe!!Si cand spun multe ma refer sa sute de melodii in care ma regasesc macar intr-o parte... asta pentru ca muzica este o parte din viata mea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4499720300511996450-1982169115654992972?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1982169115654992972/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=1982169115654992972' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/1982169115654992972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/1982169115654992972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-music.html' title='...just music...'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SMmPVFHS-4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/E_4i695GhaE/s72-c/bmusic2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-758225290511352053</id><published>2008-09-05T01:01:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T10:47:25.727+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Stop!...never stop!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SMBfsvnGVWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7uop5DQZVeQ/s1600-h/fly+away.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242295188558599522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SMBfsvnGVWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7uop5DQZVeQ/s400/fly+away.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;E impresionant cum niste imagini, niste versuri, niste amintiri te pot face sa treci de la o emotie la alta...si de fiecare data cand vezi ca acel lucru pe care il cauti cu atata dorinta poate exista...sub imaginea altor persoane,dar ce mai conteaza??!! E acolo simti ca e atat de aproape de tine..si atunci visezi...visezi cu ochii deschisi ca poate intr-o zi va fi atat de aproape incat va ajunge sa fie palpabil. Nu te poti opri...numai valuri de sentimente te inunda, ochii iti sunt plini de lacrimi, iar zambetul de pe fata ta ia necontrolat drumul viselor....DA, exact despre asta vorbesc!Visele...poate cel mai frumos drum catre fericire, catre implinire!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ele, visele, sunt cele ce pun bazele fericirii...iar atunci cand ceea ce au cladit este mistuit de minciuna...acea rivala cruda...atunci ele iau totul de la capat, construindu-si inca o data destinul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;De cele mai multe ori uitam sa visam! Uitam sa traim clipele din viata noastra ca si cum ar fi ultimele! Ne dorim atat de mult sa gustam din fericire incat uitam de lucrurile cu adevarat importante! Da...suna ciudat! De ce trebuie mereu sa alergam dupa fericire? De ce nu o lasam sa ne inunde? De ce ne gandim ca din moment ce minciuna ne-a doborat odata visele o va face si a2a oara? O va face...intr-adevar! Dar atunci cand se va opri din succesiunile ei crude?? Ce va fi?? Va fi sentimentul suprem, fericirea deplina...ceea ce noi nu am vrut sa lasam sa ne cuprinda datorita temerilor noastre... . Daca intalnim minciuna o data nu inseamna rutina...daca intalnim fericirea o data nu inseamna falsitate, ci libertate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Oare cum e acolo? Oare cum e atunci? Oare cum va fi? Oare cand?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hai sa plutim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hai sa zburam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hai sa zambim &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hai sa visam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hai sa traim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si sa uitam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hai sa iubim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si sa iertam!!... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4499720300511996450-758225290511352053?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/758225290511352053/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=758225290511352053' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/758225290511352053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/758225290511352053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2008/09/dont-stopnever-stop.html' title='Don&apos;t Stop!...never stop!'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SMBfsvnGVWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7uop5DQZVeQ/s72-c/fly+away.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-7539574056738907874</id><published>2008-08-29T17:05:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T17:19:52.958+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Portrait of a woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SLgFgAgKknI/AAAAAAAAADw/9Ep0Ue8RXz8/s1600-h/portrait+of+a+woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239944213894435442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SLgFgAgKknI/AAAAAAAAADw/9Ep0Ue8RXz8/s400/portrait+of+a+woman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;She...you meet her every day trying to figure out her thoughts! You just can't read her mind...she's too lost in her own existance...she will never listen to you...not until she feels safe, not until you proove to be like her thoughts. You cannot pretend that you are somebody without being so...she will notice. She is just trying to figure out some things, she has feelings, she has dreams, she has ideals, she has them all! A woman will never missunderstand her thoughts, she will never do something without thinking twice, she is that type of a lifetime lady... . It's good for her not to show who she rally is when she doesn't feel safe! She knows that her beloved ones will manage to see beyond her hopeless eyes. Even tough she smiles to every person she meets and she is kind, you cannot pretend...you cannot use her just because she seems vulnerable. She did create a stone just to let only pure water play with her... she is no longer a child...she is just a portrait of a lonely, rational soul...&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/4499720300511996450-7539574056738907874?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7539574056738907874/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=7539574056738907874' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/7539574056738907874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/7539574056738907874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2008/08/portrait-of-woman.html' title='Portrait of a woman'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SLgFgAgKknI/AAAAAAAAADw/9Ep0Ue8RXz8/s72-c/portrait+of+a+woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-2239607019425295051</id><published>2008-08-29T16:21:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T17:04:40.527+03:00</updated><title type='text'>...haos organizat 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SLgB7aWlaMI/AAAAAAAAADo/CFwyIe5UzJo/s1600-h/greened.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239940286643529922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SLgB7aWlaMI/AAAAAAAAADo/CFwyIe5UzJo/s400/greened.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sunt doar eu incercand sa-mi explic rolul si stiu ca pana la urma voi gasi un raspuns la orice intrebare, stiu ca sunt sezoane care nu sunt ale mele, unii sunt aici doar pentru un singur lucru...altii...nu-mi imaginez..nu-mi dau seama...as vrea sa-mi dau seama...un lucru e sigur!nimeni nu poate gasi butonul de rewind...de asta mi-am dat eu timpul pe foreward! uvintele astea pe care le scriu aici sunt un jurnal pentru mine, dar stiu ca poate vor fi folosite de unii in scop personal, cu un alt inteles, alta poveste...Viata e doar o clepsidra lipita de masa...de asta nu incerc sa o desprind ci invat mereu din momentele in care imi vine sa ma ascund sub masa pe care se afla clepsidra mea. Le vreau pe toate acum! Nu mai tarziu! sa vina toate sa ma incerce, sa le cunosc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Imi aduc aminte de primul articol in care spuneam de asa numitele"about me" care ar putea sa rasara pe parcurs...sunt mai multe de cat credeam...am multe de spus...ma simt un monstru al prezentarilor existentiale. Ele sunt bune, intr-un fel...imi arat viziunea asupra faptelor de zi cu zi, poate nu sunt singura persoana care gandeste asa. In felul in care unii oameni m-au ajutat pe mine sa deschid ochii asupra unor elemente din viata doar avand aceeasi viziune( desi conceptii diferite), asa incerc si eu sa realizez o fuziune de ganduri, analize... tu stii ca asa e! Tu mereu ai stiut pentru ca ai ascultat ce aveam de zis!Tu mereu ai stiut sa fii acolo si sa sustii sau sa transformi o idee!Tu esti acea persoana care odata ce imi spune ca imi este prietena nu disimuleaza si nu o face cu un anume interes....daca te simti "tu" atunci vei stii despre ce vorbesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Fi doar tu, iar eu voi fi mereu eu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&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/4499720300511996450-2239607019425295051?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2239607019425295051/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=2239607019425295051' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/2239607019425295051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/2239607019425295051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2008/08/haos-organizat-2.html' title='...haos organizat 2'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SLgB7aWlaMI/AAAAAAAAADo/CFwyIe5UzJo/s72-c/greened.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-1249546290341884810</id><published>2008-08-25T00:03:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T01:00:05.067+03:00</updated><title type='text'>ALIVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SLHYTM2QJ4I/AAAAAAAAADg/_xmFUlbv8BE/s1600-h/wf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238205665986488194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SLHYTM2QJ4I/AAAAAAAAADg/_xmFUlbv8BE/s400/wf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;Acest articol este dedicat persoanelor care stiu ce inseamna sa lupti pentru ceea ce iti doresti!ESPECIALLY FOR YOU GIRL...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#339999;"&gt;Scriu intr-un moment greu acum...un moment care ma face sa realizez ca sunt rare unele sentimente ,dar exista! Ma doare...ma doare faptul ca putine persoane pot simti asa si ma doare ca exact acele persoane intampina cele mai mari dificultati! Tell me girl: Why does it have to be this way? You know what...I don't care what it takes!'Cause I'm still gonna fight ! And you should do the same!Fell lucky just to be here!Fell lucky just to be you and to be alive!Stiu ca amestec 2 limbi...nu sunt increzuta...nu ma dau mare ca stiu engleza...de fapt nu o stiu la perfectie...doar scriu cum imi vine in acest moment! Si poate te intrebi de ce am ales culoarea asta pentru articol...ei bine...nu-ti aduce aminte de nimic?da...e EA!marea...doar am vorbit despre EA!Nu vreau sa repet ce ti-am spus la telefon pentru ca...nu stiu de ce dar am impresia ca ai retinut cuvintele mele!!(aici rad!)Stiu ca am fost dura si stiu ca nu aveai nevoie sa auzi ce am zis acum,dar incerc sa te fac sa vezi si o alta fata a lucrurilor chiar daca nu realizezi in momentele astea!Si...desi te ajut acum si o voi face de cate ori vei avea nevoie as vrea sa stii ca uneori ma doare comportamentul tau...indiferenta ta...de asta am si ales sa stau mai departe...nu mai pot vorbi cu tine cum o faceam inainte...imi pare rau,dar cum eu nu-mi pierd niciodata speranta...nu vreau sa scriu aici prea mult!ia ce am scris aici ca pe un cadou,sau nu stiu...inchei aici ca doare...si stii si tu cum, ce si cat. Doar pot sa te asigur ca o sa fie bine!It's a promise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000 1px solid; FONT-SIZE: 12px; BORDER-LEFT: #000 1px solid; WIDTH: 300px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 48px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ccc" align="center"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="15" width="300" data="http://www.airmp3.net/player/slim.swf?&amp;amp;player_title=found on AIRMP3.net&amp;amp;song_url=http%3A%2F%2Fdownload.muzoff.ru%2Fm3_files%2F59%2F5955%2Fjennifer_lopez_-_alive.mp3&amp;amp;song_title=Jennifer+Lopez+-+Alive (found on AIRMP3.net)"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.airmp3.net/search/jennifer_lopez/mp3/a"&gt;jennifer lopez songs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bresso.com/"&gt;Download free music&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.airmp3.net/"&gt;Download free mp3&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4499720300511996450-1249546290341884810?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1249546290341884810/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=1249546290341884810' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/1249546290341884810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/1249546290341884810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2008/08/alive.html' title='ALIVE'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SLHYTM2QJ4I/AAAAAAAAADg/_xmFUlbv8BE/s72-c/wf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-4102867487641986982</id><published>2008-08-23T22:23:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T23:01:08.761+03:00</updated><title type='text'>...haos organizat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SLBr3IP9jzI/AAAAAAAAADY/xiixdt9-D34/s1600-h/haos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237804961483296562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SLBr3IP9jzI/AAAAAAAAADY/xiixdt9-D34/s400/haos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;...stau pe un scaun inalt,ma uit intr-un ecran plat si scriu...scriu despre sentimente, despre viata, despre zile, despre prieteni, despre falsitatea umana,despre tot ceea ce ma intampina zi de zi...si in felul asta scriu despre mine. Nu ma intereseaza haosul prin care trec zi de zi atata timp cat el mi se arata bine organizat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Am incercat sa deschid cerul, sa scriu pe un nor cu o picatura de ploaie,apoi sa arunc in mare fulgerele si sa las soarele sa muste din tunete. Mi-am incercat norocul lasand o floare sa se ofileasca pentru ca mai apoi sa incerce sa se replanteze singura..inca n-a mers...nu si-a gasit semintele necesare...dar nu-mi pierd speranta,o ud zilnic,dar..e vara..cald...seceta...e uscata, si isi refuza o noua viata desi stie ca in acea viata poate avea parte de linistea ce si-a dorit-o. Am mers pe malul marii sa-mi dau seama de ce valurile se intorc mereu de unde au plecat...raspunsul...nici el nu venea,dar am observat ca odata udate picioarele mele s-au uscat...ma gandeam ca nu le voi mai uda,dar am indraznit si au fost la fel de ude...atunci am fost implinita! M-am gandit ca se poate, dar totusi ele trebuiau uscate bine inainte de a fi udate din nou...tocmai am realizat ceva!:) Sunt fericita,dar inca nu sunt pregatita sa le ud din nou...mi-e frica sa nu racesc,sa fie apa prea rece...nu stiu...ma gandeam sa las apa sa vina la ele...da! Voi sta mai aproape de mal. Poate ca usor usor o sa am curaj sa ma apropii....candva...odata...dintr-o data!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;...dar totusi...de ce cad frunzele toamna??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4499720300511996450-4102867487641986982?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4102867487641986982/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=4102867487641986982' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/4102867487641986982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/4102867487641986982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2008/08/haos-organizat.html' title='...haos organizat'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SLBr3IP9jzI/AAAAAAAAADY/xiixdt9-D34/s72-c/haos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-3166616080872823451</id><published>2008-08-15T21:31:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T23:28:51.830+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I have the power in my hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SKiJ2GI2DZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VgVFNmQXi2k/s1600-h/sea+cut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235586129271852434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" height="205" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SKiJ2GI2DZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VgVFNmQXi2k/s400/sea+cut.jpg" width="145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SKiIwJ494xI/AAAAAAAAADI/OxmoWnjbA3Q/s1600-h/sea+cut.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Cel care nu are curajul sa vorbeasca pentru drepturile sale nu poate castiga respectul celorlati." - Rene Torres&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ieri am avut o zi ciudata...ma simteam puternica dar in acelasi timp fragila...starea s-a pastrat si astazi...ciudat,neasteptat,dar totusi ceva ce a ajuns sa fie o obisnuinta imuna... .Stau si ma gandesc la cauzele acestui amestec de sentimente total opuse...nu gasesc raspuns! Doar ca stiu foarte bine ce am de facut pentru a putea sa ma simt implinita cu faptul ca am procedat corect intr-o anumita situatie si pentru a stii k nu voi regreta daca rezultatul nu va fi favorabil...I just did my best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Poate ca ar trebui sa-mi gasesc locul...sa nu mai deschid mereu oportunitati pe care stiu ca oricum la un moment dat le voi inchide... . Ca valurile marii ce se intorc mereu de unde au plecat...cauta un loc mai bun, dar de fiecare data isi urmeaza chemarea, asa imi gasesc mereu cate o fasie de nisip pe care o analizez pana in momentul in care imi dau seama ca tot milul de pe fundul apei este cel mai bun loc pentru mine chiar daca inainte credeam k orice nisip se poate transforma in mil odata udat... Si uite asa am ajuns din nou la mare!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;As vrea sa am puterea de a ma retrage in larg, de a-mi pierde statutul de val, de a ramane una cu originile mele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/4499720300511996450-3166616080872823451?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3166616080872823451/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=3166616080872823451' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/3166616080872823451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/3166616080872823451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-have-power-in-my-hands.html' title='I have the power in my hands'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SKiJ2GI2DZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VgVFNmQXi2k/s72-c/sea+cut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-757595027786507993</id><published>2008-08-13T19:49:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T20:41:33.864+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fusion...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SKMWV8sS2cI/AAAAAAAAAC4/w6NzermxTYM/s1600-h/fusion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234051758259624386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SKMWV8sS2cI/AAAAAAAAAC4/w6NzermxTYM/s400/fusion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SKMWB1CantI/AAAAAAAAACw/YABbfCxmlWo/s1600-h/fusion.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier,I know that the clubs are weapons of war,I know that diamonds mean money for this art,But that’s not the shape of my heart!...niste versuri ce exprima diferenta dintre lumea exterioara si ceea ce se afla in sufletul unei persoane. Eu personal ma regasesc in aceste versuri... de fapt in toata melodia daca stau bine sa ma gandesc! Ceea ce vedem noi la exterior poate fi uneori atat de diferit fata de ce este cu adevarat...Dar ce se intampla atunci cand si interiorul intra in conflict cu propriile sale principii? Este la fel cu aparitia unei fuziuni dintre bine si rau,dintre sentimente apartinand unor sfere complet diferite!"Sa cred sau nu? Sa ma las prada instinctelor sau sa urmez calea ratiunii?"...sunt doar 2 din intrebarile ce pot semnala un astfel de conflict. Este la fel de greu sa raspundem la aceste intrebari asa cum ne este practic imposibil sa gasim un raspuns plauzibil intrebarii:"Sa iubesc in continoare sau sau sa imi construiesc un nou drum bazat pe neincredere?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Uneori, visand putem da sens acestor intrebari fara sa "ranim" latura noastra rationala! Cum? Urmandu-ne sentimentele si spulberand regretele!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;"Nu am de ce sa ma simt ranit, deoarece stiu ca am dat totul din mine pentru a fi fericit! Si am fost...am trait cel mai frumos sentiment din viata mea!..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;"The most important thing is to be able to sacrifice everything you have for what you could become!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6e4bc974c7489db4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6e4bc974c7489db4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329889207%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5792602A495B2936D17AA5BD12630856C2AF850F.2DBA306A9C1735D996FDC8C2412496E2D2C79D8F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6e4bc974c7489db4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dn9yG_SIc6pFkEjCpo5VJaJJawKw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6e4bc974c7489db4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329889207%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5792602A495B2936D17AA5BD12630856C2AF850F.2DBA306A9C1735D996FDC8C2412496E2D2C79D8F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6e4bc974c7489db4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dn9yG_SIc6pFkEjCpo5VJaJJawKw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4499720300511996450-757595027786507993?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6e4bc974c7489db4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/757595027786507993/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=757595027786507993' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/757595027786507993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/757595027786507993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2008/08/fusion.html' title='Fusion...'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SKMWV8sS2cI/AAAAAAAAAC4/w6NzermxTYM/s72-c/fusion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-8899881600775972002</id><published>2008-08-11T21:54:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:38:15.554+03:00</updated><title type='text'>natural portrait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SKCU_CnWgOI/AAAAAAAAACo/t26iPez_Xfg/s1600-h/np1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233346577759109346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SKCU_CnWgOI/AAAAAAAAACo/t26iPez_Xfg/s400/np1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SKCUol2TXYI/AAAAAAAAACg/jZE4ck8-3Jg/s1600-h/np1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;Traim intr-o lume in care oamenii folosesc tot felul de metode fie pentru a ascunde anumite imperfectiuni ale propriului corp, fie pentru a da o alta suprafata lucrurilor ce ne inconjoara. In viziunea mea ceea ce conteaza mai mult, ceea ce da o stralucire cu totul aparte oricarei fiinte sau lucru este tocmai naturaletea! Exact ceea ce noi incercam sa ascundem si sa schimbam da acea nota de puritate, de incredere,de sentiment neincercat de praful modernismului! Mereu m-am intrebat:de ce oare simtim nevoia de a fi cat mai naturali fata de persoanele apropiate de sufletul nostru? Poate ca este acel sentiment de siguranta ca nu vom fi criticati din cauza defectelor noastre, sau poate ca simpla lor prezenta ne face sa uitam de orice lucru ce ar putea fi clasificat ca fiind defect. Un singur lucru arata adevarata valoare a unui om: puterea de a vedea dincolo de clisee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Fericirea perfecta nu exista pe acest pamant; aceasta s-a zis de mult timp si de oameni foarte invatati; avem insa iluziunea, credinta si speranta. Aceste dauri divine compun pentru noi, aici pe pamanat, ceea ce numim fericire."- Nicolae Filimon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Fericirea poate fi intalnita intr-un simplu graunte de nisip din desert."- Paulo Coelho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4499720300511996450-8899881600775972002?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8899881600775972002/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=8899881600775972002' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/8899881600775972002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/8899881600775972002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2008/08/natural-portrait.html' title='natural portrait'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SKCU_CnWgOI/AAAAAAAAACo/t26iPez_Xfg/s72-c/np1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-3920740756851769233</id><published>2008-08-11T20:59:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:51:40.308+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SKCJ-DpQ3LI/AAAAAAAAACY/ubFONVUmmPc/s1600-h/oot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233334466227788978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SKCJ-DpQ3LI/AAAAAAAAACY/ubFONVUmmPc/s320/oot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SKCJq7ffV1I/AAAAAAAAACQ/5zSPfNAADfg/s1600-h/oot.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SKCIPvxGWII/AAAAAAAAACI/e4x5nwZUh34/s1600-h/oot.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We sat and watched the sun go down, Picked a star before we lost the moon. Youth is wasted on the young, Before you know its come and gone too soon...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#996633;"&gt;...asa suna un vers dintr-o melodie...o melodie trista in esenta ei,dar care imi umple ochii cu lacrimi de fericire doar vizualizandu-i povestea. O poveste ca oricare alta insa doar in aparenta...personajele ii sunt necunoscute de ochii strainilor...acei straini de sentimentele carora aceasta poveste le-a dat nastere,sentimente pierdute in timp.Dar nu scriu acum pentru a vorbi de sentimente...nu!...pentru simplul motiv ca acestea sunt percepute diferit de fiecare. Voi incerca sa vorbesc despre un element ce poate face ca viata sa para mai colorata sau poate macina aceeasi urma de speranta in asteptarea acelei pete de culoare ce este singura care ii poate uni faramele...TIMPUL!Mai bine exprimat:lipsa timpului... .Poate asa as putea numi acel sentiment de sufocare sufleteasca atunci cand lucrurile in jurul meu nu mai au sens si totul se transforma intr-o asteptare necontrolata... .Dar totusi,ce astept? Astept acele clipe in care nimic nu ma va face sa ma uit inapoi,acele clipe in care trecutul se va contopi cu prezentul pentru a forma un viitor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#996633;"&gt;Asa cum apa marii se distanta tot mai mult de privirea mea pe masura ce trenul in care ma aflam isi grabea drumul spre destinatie, asa clipele de implinire sufleteasca par tot mai indepartate. As vrea sa pot avea incredere,sa pot visa, sa pot atinge fara sa-mi fie teama ca va veni o zi in care voi simti doar umbra atingerii, sa pot avea incredere,dar mai presus de toate sa pot spune:TE IUBESC! fara retineri si din tot sufletul... .Dar...cu fiecare clipa...acea piatra pare ca devine tot mai puternica...mi-as dori sa o pot sparge in mii de bucatele,dar nu mai pot...I'm out of time....!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The past is done, we've been betrayed, its true...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4499720300511996450-3920740756851769233?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3920740756851769233/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=3920740756851769233' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/3920740756851769233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/3920740756851769233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2008/08/out-of-time.html' title='Out of time...'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SKCJ-DpQ3LI/AAAAAAAAACY/ubFONVUmmPc/s72-c/oot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-9083439476835287184</id><published>2008-08-08T20:51:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T21:47:35.198+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cersetori de personalitate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SJyUr4rQETI/AAAAAAAAABQ/b65ioCIuRDk/s1600-h/clowns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232220348766753074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SJyUr4rQETI/AAAAAAAAABQ/b65ioCIuRDk/s320/clowns.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Da...traim intr-o lume subiectiva...si asta ne ocupa tot timpul(si da!stiu ca nu suna asa expresia initiala)!Chiar daca ne este greu sa recunoastem ne place sa fim noi cei care au mereu dreptate,iar cei din jur sa isi planifice actiunile dupa universul gandirii noastre.Noi suntem unici mostenitori asupra actiunilor noastre ,iar asta ne face sa ne gandim ca din moment ce putem controla atat de bine o anumita situatie, dc nu am impune si celorlalti un pic din "inteligenta" noastra?!Suna urat...doare(bine,doar in unele cazuri),dar sa recunoastem!De cate ori nu ne-am certat cu o persoana apropiata pe motivul ca ideea noastra de a executa o anumita actiune era mult mai potrivita decat cea a persoanei in cauza(chiar daca poate nu era asa...)? Sunt nenumarate aceste "mici certuri", poate cele mai frecvente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Ideea acestui subiect mi-a venit in minte chiar astazi in timp ce lucram.Majoritatea persoanelor care se prezentau in fata mea imi"cerseau" constient sau inconstient un anumit tip de servire(evident cel rapid si de calitate),un zambet,niste vorbe amabile... .Un lucru important ar fi acela ca niciunuia dintre ei nu ii pasa vizibil de faptul ca poate starea mea fizica sau de spirit nu erau potrivite pentru cerintele sale din acel moment. In definitiv nici nu ar trebui sa ii pese...asa am fost informati...oare sa fie asa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Fa ceea ce iti spune inima ca este corect sa faci - pentru ca oricum vei fi criticat. Vei fi condamnat indiferent ce vei face."- Eleanor Roosevelt &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4499720300511996450-9083439476835287184?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/9083439476835287184/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=9083439476835287184' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/9083439476835287184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/9083439476835287184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2008/08/cersetori-de-personalitate.html' title='Cersetori de personalitate'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SJyUr4rQETI/AAAAAAAAABQ/b65ioCIuRDk/s72-c/clowns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-3274635308947499165</id><published>2008-08-03T23:07:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:27:26.691+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Most important things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SJYYHRrwUeI/AAAAAAAAABI/0jDGSwIK2lQ/s1600-h/redflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230394530522485218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SJYYHRrwUeI/AAAAAAAAABI/0jDGSwIK2lQ/s320/redflower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#999900;"&gt;"Traieste-ti viata ca si cum fiecare fapta a ta ar deveni lege universala." - Immanuel Kant .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#999900;"&gt;Ai incercat vreodata sa te gandesti la ce a contat cu adevarat pana acum in viata ta? Ai avut vreodata senzatia ca toate sacrificiile pe care le faci se reduc la cateva secunde de fericire deplina?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#999900;"&gt;De multe ori, in viata, lasam sa treaca unele momente de care mai tarziu ne-ar putea fi dor...acele momente fara de care nu am putea spune ca am cunoscut intr-adevar culorile acesteia. Putini oameni stau sa se gandeasca: "Oare cand a fost ultima oara cand am zambit?", sau "Cand am spus ultima data cuiva 'TE IUBESC'?". Toate aceste "mici" lucruri fac o persoana sa se simta mai bine chiar daca la suprafata nu par importante. Majoritatea avem senzatia ca prezenta noastra este de ajuns atunci cand o persoana draga ne este alaturi...Sunt nenumarate momentele in care am simtit nevoia unui zambet, unei imbratisari sau a oricarui gest de afectiune din partea celor ce au un loc in sufletul meu!Uneori le-am primit, alteori...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#999900;"&gt;Nu degeaba se spune ca "un gest valoreaza cat o mie de cuvinte..." . Atunci cand nu putem gasi cuvintele potrivite pentru a exprima ceea ce simtim, incepem sa ne folosim de gesturi si atunci...totul devine mult mai usor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#999900;"&gt;Ce ar fi daca am pretui mai mult culoarea unei flori, primele picaturi de ploaie, faptul ca vecinul ne-a salutat si ne-a urat"o zi buna",gustul primului sarut,emotia primului "TE IUBESC"...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#999900;"&gt;Unde am ajunge daca am pretui ceea ce conteaza intr-adevar? Am cunoaste cu adevarat fericirea?Poate ca aceste raspunsuri nu le vom cunoaste vreodata,dar cu siguranta putem incerca sa le aflam!;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4499720300511996450-3274635308947499165?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3274635308947499165/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=3274635308947499165' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/3274635308947499165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/3274635308947499165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2008/08/most-important-things.html' title='Most important things...'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SJYYHRrwUeI/AAAAAAAAABI/0jDGSwIK2lQ/s72-c/redflower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-3773859501646388596</id><published>2008-08-01T21:44:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:27:27.381+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SJNkTGHUuGI/AAAAAAAAABA/l6K1m8jFFI8/s1600-h/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229633871528900706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SJNkTGHUuGI/AAAAAAAAABA/l6K1m8jFFI8/s320/friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SJNjRo6H-TI/AAAAAAAAAA4/psgSpLmtIcg/s1600-h/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Nu rupe firul unei prietenii, caci, chiar daca il legi din nou, nodul ramane." - Octavian Paler &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Nimeni nu poate trai fara prieteni, chiar daca stapaneste toate bunurile lumii." - Aristotel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ce bine e sa stii ca ai pe cineva langa tine atunci cand ai nevoie de acea persoana!...Si nu neaparat cand esti trist,chiar si cand esti vesel...acel cineva poate sa imparta un zambet cu tine si asta incepe sa conteze mai mult ca orice! E ca un fel de dependenta de afectiune...de a stii ca nu esti singur,ca cineva te iubeste fara conditii. E o persoana acolo , undeva, care nu iti va inchide telefonul chiar daca deja s-au scurs 2 ore de cand plangi sau razi din acelasi motiv...pur si simplu exista acel tip de "chemistry" intre voi doi ce nu va lasa sa va"plictisiti" unul de celalalt. E unul dintre lucrurile care iti dau cea mai mare siguranta in viata... . Sa stii ca e cineva acolo care mereu iti va da o mana de ajutor indiferent de momentul in care ai nevoie de asa ceva!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Nu pot exprima sentimentul de a stii ca 2 din persoanele in care ai cea mai mare incredere sunt la mii de kilometrii distanta de tine...si asta nu pentru putin timp! E ciudat sa trebuiasca dintr-o data sa iti dai singur sfaturi si sa fi tu acela care isi "linisteste" propriile temeri! A cauta intelegere in alta parte...daaa...ar fi o solutie...dar totusi nu una de lunga durata! Nimeni nu te cunoaste atat cat o fac acele persoane. Sa o iei de la capat nu poti... . Atunci? Ce ar trebui sa faci?? Sa astepti. Da,asteptarea e lunga,si doare! Doar gandul ca intr-o buna zi vor fi din nou langa tine te face sa zambesti. Acele clipe in care veti fi doar voi, in care tot acest timp de "departare" se transforma intr-o poveste parca interminabila si faptul ca petreceti ore in sir vorbind este cel mai placut lucru din lume!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Iubeste-ti aproapele..."poate una din cele mai importante lucruri...Gaseste persoana care sa impartaseaca aproximativ aceleasi idei cu tine si din acel moment nu vei mai avea nevoie sa iti pui intrebarea:" Eu la cine apelez?..." Fi sigur ca si acelei persoane ii va conveni ideea de dependenta pentru ca si atunci cand aceasta va avea nevoie de ceva tu vei fi acolo pentru ea indiferent de circumstante!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/4499720300511996450-3773859501646388596?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3773859501646388596/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=3773859501646388596' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/3773859501646388596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/3773859501646388596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2008/08/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SJNkTGHUuGI/AAAAAAAAABA/l6K1m8jFFI8/s72-c/friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-6860881888729230002</id><published>2008-07-30T12:04:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:27:27.640+02:00</updated><title type='text'>...morning thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SJA6jOsGBnI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ddWhMtok_UI/s1600-h/morning+thoughts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228743544290018930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SJA6jOsGBnI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ddWhMtok_UI/s320/morning+thoughts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E dimineata...am langa mine o cana de ice coffee si ma gandesc la felul in care imi voi desfasura ziua. Cam asa incepe fiecare zi din viata mea( exceptand partea cu ice coffee...e doar ceva de moment). Cateodata stau si ma gandesc cum ar fi daca lumea,asa cum o cunoastem noi, ar avea cu totul alte reguli. Cum ar fi ca vorbele fiecarui om sa fie luate in serios atunci cand acesta are intr-adevar ceva de spus? Cum ar fi ca nimeni sa nu-si bata joc de sentimentele celuilalt...cum ar fi daca intr-adevar fiecare dintre noi ar cunoaste sensul cuvintelor: IMI PASA?? Pe zi ce trece ma conving ca aceste intrebari sunt retorice si ca oamenii carora intr-adevar le pasa sunt si vor fi alaturi de tine atat la bine cat si la rau! Nu putem sa cersim iubire...astfel nimeni nu ne-o va da! Putem doar sa fim noi insine si cei care ne cunosc interiorul ne vor iubi asa cum suntem! Atunci cand vom gresi acestia vor putea sa ne ierte...dar...ne gandim noi oare vreodata ca si iertarea isi are propriile limite? Atunci cand aceasta devine o obisnuinta intr-o relatie de orice fel, sentimentul existent deja nu se mai poate numi iubire... A gresi e omeneste!Nimic mai adevarat! Si totusi...nu putem transforma aceasta zicala intr-un motto! Ce ar trebui sa avem in minte in permanenta este ca: Atunci cand dai respect persoanelor apropiate, ai toate sansele sa-l primesti inapoi! De fapt, daca stau bine sa ma gandesc, cam in asta consta ideea de a tine la cineva, de a avea persoane apropiate...respectul...hmmm...un cuvant greu,dar tocmai "greutatea" sa il face unul din cele mai frumoase si ravnite cuvinte de catre noi toti! Probabil pentru ca este ceva ce se nu castiga cu usurinta...acest fapt ne conduce spre dorinta de a castiga respectul fiecarei persoane pe care o intalnim! Stiind acest lucru, increderea in propriile puteri este cu siguranta mult mai mare!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Stiu ca tot ce am scris eu aici face parte dintr-un univers general valabil si ca in particular, uneori, lucrurile stau cu totul altfel, dar sa nu uitam ca din exterior suntem toti vazuti ca fiind un intreg...si fiind un intreg se presupune ca unele lucruri sunt valabile pentru toate partile componente!...&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/4499720300511996450-6860881888729230002?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6860881888729230002/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=6860881888729230002' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/6860881888729230002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/6860881888729230002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-thoughts.html' title='...morning thoughts'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SJA6jOsGBnI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ddWhMtok_UI/s72-c/morning+thoughts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-3816034001091403454</id><published>2008-07-29T12:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:27:27.824+02:00</updated><title type='text'>...si marea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SI7ojTbzzFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/aHw0WeE1zf4/s1600-h/IMGP1135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228371910633704530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SI7ojTbzzFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/aHw0WeE1zf4/s320/IMGP1135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;...marea...este acel loc in care timpul nu mai are bariere,acel loc unde niciun gand nu este unul gresit sau pacatos,un loc ce isi are propriul mister pe care stie bine sa il foloseasca. Nu stiu sa fi intalnit vreun loc mai pur,mai sigur pentru gandurile mele! Nu stiu sa explic de ce de fiecare data cand sunt in preajma marii am senzatia ca nimeni nu poate sa distruga nimic din ce am cladit pana in acel moment. E ca si cum as intra in cu totul alta lume in care regulile sunt atat de diferite de ceea ce vad zilnic in preajma mea... . As da orice sa pot aduce marea langa mine in acele momente cand sufletul mi-e obosit si nu mai poate simti...in acele momente ca acesta... . As putea scrie pagini intregi despre mare,despre sentimente,despre felul cum apa distruge orice pacat si-l transforma in cel mai pur sentiment... si totusi...parca simt briza marii alungand orice urma de suferinta lasand doar amintirea in urma...o amintire ce nu mai doare, e doar un sentiment placut a ceva superb cu care te intalnesti o singura data in viata... . Nu imi pot da seama daca marea poate oferi un sentiment universal valabil, sau doar am eu o pasiune pentru stropii d apa adusi de vant, pentru valurile ce mi se sparg de picioare noaptea,atunci cand nimeni nu deranjeaza siesta obisnuita a apei ori pentru imensitatea acelei culori uniforme pe care o vad... . Poate majoritatea vad marea doar ca pe un loc de scaldat insa eu va d mult mai mult de atat. Imi vad linistea, imi vad gandurile, amintirile...viitoarele actiuni...vad o noua lume,a mea,doar a mea... .&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/4499720300511996450-3816034001091403454?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3816034001091403454/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=3816034001091403454' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/3816034001091403454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/3816034001091403454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2008/07/si-marea.html' title='...si marea'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SI7ojTbzzFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/aHw0WeE1zf4/s72-c/IMGP1135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499720300511996450.post-7253349609532328477</id><published>2008-07-29T00:27:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:27:28.338+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>doar eu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SI5JmlufrjI/AAAAAAAAAAg/sZhDNDN0Z9c/s1600-h/Buwinuse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228197144734707250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SI5JmlufrjI/AAAAAAAAAAg/sZhDNDN0Z9c/s320/Buwinuse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SI5FkOE12lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IzRkAOHWgiY/s1600-h/Imag053.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Eu...despre mine pot sa spun ca sunt un om extrem de visator...niciodata nu imi gasesc locul... trebuie sa visez mai departe,sa gasesc noi cai de a-mi organiza gandurile... . Pentru mine meditatia este ceva vital,nu cred ca as putea sa vad viata la fel fara acele clipe in care sunt numai eu si gandul...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;De la viata...ce imi doresc de la viata este sa imi arate toate fetele ei...sa o vad asa cum este,fara retusari si fara masti...chiar daca uneori pare greu sa suporti etapele grele la care te supune,acestea iti sunt date doar pentru a te invata... .Incerc sa iau ce e mai bun din fiecare persoana ce o intalnesc ,chiar daca uneori acea persoana imi produce mari dezamagiri, am incetat sa mai port resentimente...vreau sa vad ce are de oferit fiecare,cum gandeste si care sunt conceptiile sale, de aceea incerc mereu sa-i intreb pe cei din jurul meu ce parere au despre un anumit lucru,o anumita fapta,chiar si despre mine si felul in care ma comport. Sunt genul de om care se ataseaza foarte repede de o persoana daca aceasta ii arata minimum de afectiune si respect. Poate e un defect de-al meu...poate unii profita de asta...sau poate nu... . Am incetat sa mai judect aspectele exterioare si faptele unui om...am descoperit cu stupoare ca exteriorul poate fi atat de diferit de interior!... si ca unii oameni,inclusiv eu, isi arata adevarata infatisare doar persoanelor ce considera ca merita sa o afle!Ceea ce sunt cand se afiseaza in public si faptele pe care le comit,una mai neobisnuita ca cealalta,sunt doar un invelis,o suprafata uneori greu,alteori usor de indepartat... totul sta in sufletul omului si in modul in care acesta gandeste!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;De la prieteni...imi doresc sa fie acolo pentru mine exact atat cat sunt si eu pentru ei! Si daca sentimentele pe care le am eu pentru ei sunt reciproce atunci ceea ce am scris mai sus se subintelege!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;De la mine... as vrea sa pot sa-mi ating propriile scopuri...sa am sanatatea necesara si longevitatea de care am nevoie pentru a cunoaste cat mai mult! Oricum...principalele lucruri fara de care nu as putea face nimic sunt: SANATATEA si IUBIREA(deci,implicit FERICIREA)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sper sa va placa ce scriu eu aici, iar daca nu imi cer scuze ca v-am rapit din timp cu vorbele mele!p.s. ce am scris aici nu este tot ce am de spus despre mine...poate...undeva pe parcursul a ceea ce o sa scriu voi mai insera cateva pasaje stil "about me...".cam atat deocamdata.enjoy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/4499720300511996450-7253349609532328477?l=ania2dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7253349609532328477/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4499720300511996450&amp;postID=7253349609532328477' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/7253349609532328477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4499720300511996450/posts/default/7253349609532328477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ania2dreams.blogspot.com/2008/07/doar-eu.html' title='doar eu...'/><author><name>ania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06918988999540909347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/Sf8eGzaIM4I/AAAAAAAAALw/CuJlP8Nf9WE/S220/DSC_0081.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X46DXCLddYc/SI5JmlufrjI/AAAAAAAAAAg/sZhDNDN0Z9c/s72-c/Buwinuse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
