<?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-3238592228530068487</id><updated>2011-11-29T05:15:53.789-08:00</updated><category term='gahttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifnduri'/><category term='Dumnezeu'/><category term='I'/><title type='text'>Simply Love</title><subtitle type='html'>un blog cu amintiri si pareri!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09439905081327502667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YTIOjF_vwqU/TeQh9AimEcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/d9G919UWxQU/s220/27032011_001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238592228530068487.post-135187537866379052</id><published>2011-11-29T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T05:15:53.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FURIE OARBA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lS2DXoM-qU0/TtTa1vl5lbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/64ZTFOswJzA/s1600/New%2BImage.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lS2DXoM-qU0/TtTa1vl5lbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/64ZTFOswJzA/s320/New%2BImage.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680405646864389554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca mi-ai vedea furia din ochii ai zce ca in comparatie cu ea o tornada e doar un vant slab.Disparii odata din viata mea!Nu te mai vreau manipulator,profitor insesibil care esti!Nemernicule!Ma intreb si acum cum am putut sa-ti iert toate inselaciunile si toate gandurile toate misogiine!Ah....IUBIREA e legata de ura....Nu vreau sa am un sentiment atat de nobil fata de un neortodox pervers ca tine!Dintre iubire accept cel mai urat sentiment..Ura.Alcoolic...ah unde am gasit eu perfectiune si iubire in tine?..Esti un las de mare clasa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238592228530068487-135187537866379052?l=nickolamadalina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/feeds/135187537866379052/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/2011/11/furie-oarba.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default/135187537866379052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default/135187537866379052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/2011/11/furie-oarba.html' title='FURIE OARBA'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09439905081327502667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YTIOjF_vwqU/TeQh9AimEcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/d9G919UWxQU/s220/27032011_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lS2DXoM-qU0/TtTa1vl5lbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/64ZTFOswJzA/s72-c/New%2BImage.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238592228530068487.post-185452364822008360</id><published>2011-11-28T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T07:32:19.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the end</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6mcAsCGLlg/TtOpWbIGwFI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/keT7AqPYVrQ/s1600/heart_of_fire_by_chymere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6mcAsCGLlg/TtOpWbIGwFI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/keT7AqPYVrQ/s320/heart_of_fire_by_chymere.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680069757748297810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca ma simt bine,e aproape sfarsitul anului 2011.Anul asta a fost dinamic.Sentimentele au jucat rolul unui elan ,plecau si iar veneau bantuindu-mi sufletul.Acum incerc sa ma bucur de liniste dar daca am liniste si imi lipseste altceva?Ma plimb prin casa fara motiv...caut minute intregi ceva ce nu e tiparit in mintea mea,caut si nu stiu ce?Ce-mi lipseste?De ce nu ma doare ce s-a intamplat,de ce simt doar o antipatie fata de tot ce inseamna trecut.De ce nu ma doare nici macar ceva ..ce firesc ar trebui sa ma doara...de ce vreau ca ceva ce am alungat din mine ca pe un gunoi sa fi fost parte din viitor,sa-mi fi fost alinare.De ce ma chinuie sentimentul de vinovatie.Nu ma regasesc.Pierduta in aceste ganduri si incercarea de a gasi raspuns vreau sa ma bucur de venirea ierni,vreau ca albu sa-mi aduca aminte de puritate,de sanatate,bucurie si curatenie,in minte si in suflet.Astept ca prima zapada sa imi umezeasca obrazul iar viscolul sa mil imbujoreze.O singura dorinta am :vreau ca In Ajunul Craciunului si in sarbatoarea de Craciun sa fiu alaturi de cei ce imi sunt dragi si sa simt iubire cu adevarata din partea lor.M-am saturat de toate persoanele negative.As vrea ceva mai bun din partea lumii.Probabil orice om insetat de afectiune ar spune asta.Cred ca in sufletul meu numai e nimic,oare asta insemna ca l-am pierdut,sunt dezamagita sau chiar nu am sa-mi mai regasesc sufletul.Nu vreau sa cad prada aceleasi firi rele,Yin-ul meu ca sa zic asa...dar Yang-ul e slab in fata suferintei si nu stie sa o alunge,de obicei e luat de prost si toata lumea profita de yang-ul meu.Nu-mi place sa fiu manipulatoare,sireata sau rea,razbunatoare...mult timp nu am mai fost asa ,dar simt ca nu am de ales...tre sa joc un rol negativ in toata povestea asta caci altfel ma distrug pe mine insumi...si sa fim cinstiti..nu ar fi corect sa te gandesti mai intai la presoana ta si cum ti-e tie bine si apoi la ceilalti??eu cred ca da...Si uite asa se intoarce roata. Cat a trecut? Jumatate de an? Aproximativ… Iti mai amintesti, nu? Iti mai amintesti ce eram eu pentru tine? Sunt sigura ca iti amintesti… Eram iluzia unei femei perfecte, care, de altfel, n-am fost niciodata… Dar te iubeam… Pe cand tu, iubeai doar femeia din mine, si acum “yin yang”-ul isi face treaba. Ai ajuns sa ma iubesti pentru ceea ce sunt, iar eu, am ajuns sa iubesc doar barbatul din tine… Doar iluzia oricarui barbat, reflectata in numele tau… E ciudat, nu? Si mie mi se pare…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atunci n’am mai putut salva nimic, dar tu incerci acum sa salvezi tot ce’a fost atunci… Sau poate te astepti la o reinviere miraculoasa… Cine stie… Speranta moare ultima, dar se pare ca cineva acolo sus nu te iubeste, sau poate nu ma iubeste pe mine si incearca sa’mi rapeasca posibila fericire… Poate asta e sansa mea la fericire si sentimentele mele o reneaga cu desavarsire…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238592228530068487-185452364822008360?l=nickolamadalina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/feeds/185452364822008360/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/2011/11/end.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default/185452364822008360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default/185452364822008360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/2011/11/end.html' title='the end'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09439905081327502667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YTIOjF_vwqU/TeQh9AimEcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/d9G919UWxQU/s220/27032011_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6mcAsCGLlg/TtOpWbIGwFI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/keT7AqPYVrQ/s72-c/heart_of_fire_by_chymere.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238592228530068487.post-9078606723226667429</id><published>2011-09-29T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T01:39:28.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Casa Radoi Baile Herculane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;(function(d, s, id) {&lt;br /&gt; 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              &lt;p class="style10" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Eu am o vecina, o fata de vis&lt;br /&gt;  Ii place sa cânte si o cheama Alice&lt;br /&gt;  Eu am o caseta care-i place precis&lt;br /&gt;  A ascultat-o aproape plângând&lt;br /&gt;  M-a rugat sa i-o pun... de trei ori la rând&lt;br /&gt;  I-am tras-o Si ei, s-o asculte oricând.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p class="style10" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Ce boxe are Alice si ce casetofon,&lt;br /&gt;  Cu microfonu-n mâna o privesc de pe balcon&lt;br /&gt;  Si imi imaginez cum as face-nregistrari cu Alice...&lt;br /&gt;  Inregistrari la fluier, la caval si saxofon&lt;br /&gt;  S-o iau din gama-n gama si mai sus c-un semiton&lt;br /&gt;  Ca oricine isi doreste o partida de trombon cu Alice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p class="style10" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Alice e strâmba si n-are doi dinti,&lt;br /&gt;  A fost nascuta gresit de parinti...&lt;br /&gt;  Bea vodca, fumeaza si injura de sfinti...&lt;br /&gt;  Mai are si SIDA si cancer in gât&lt;br /&gt;  Proteza din gura ii pute urât.&lt;br /&gt;  Mai are un picior... o mâna si-atât...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Ce boxe are Alice si ce casetofon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;   Cu microfonu-n mâna o privesc de pe balcon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;   Si imi imaginez cum as face-nregistrari cu Alice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;   Inregistrari la fluier, la caval si saxofon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;   S-o iau din gama-n gama si mai sus c-un semiton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;   Ca oricine isi doreste o partida de trombon cu Alice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Ce boxe are Alice si ce casetofon,&lt;br /&gt;  Cu microfonu-n mâna o privesc de pe balcon&lt;br /&gt;  Si imi imaginez cum as face-nregistrari cu Alice...&lt;br /&gt;  Inregistrari la fluier, la caval si saxofon&lt;br /&gt;  S-o iau din gama-n gama si mai sus c-un semiton&lt;br /&gt;  Ca oricine isi doreste o partida de trombon cu Alice.&lt;/span&gt;&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/3238592228530068487-401178068534226150?l=nickolamadalina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/feeds/401178068534226150/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/2011/06/alicealice-who-fuck-is-alice.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default/401178068534226150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default/401178068534226150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/2011/06/alicealice-who-fuck-is-alice.html' title='Alice!?!?!?!Alice ?!?!Who the fuck is Alice!?!?!?!'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09439905081327502667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YTIOjF_vwqU/TeQh9AimEcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/d9G919UWxQU/s220/27032011_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238592228530068487.post-4962490313443631135</id><published>2011-06-01T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T11:08:38.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vaca de Mall - de bobu de mazare</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nutesuparafrate.ro/imagini/alb.gif" height="11" width="26" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Vaca de mall sau mall-cow sau vaca de mollus se gaseste in natura in stare libera, densitatea cea mai mare fiind in mall.&lt;br /&gt;Vaca de mall este o specie care se inmulteste pe zi ce trece. Tanara  vacuta adolescenta, juninca, viseaza sa adere la aceasta specie cand va  mai creste mare.&lt;br /&gt;Vaca de mall trebuie tratata sub toate aspectele.&lt;br /&gt;Trasaturi fizice:&lt;br /&gt;Vaca de mall se recunoaste simplu. Poarte in picioare incaltari cu  tocuri foarte inalte si cu cioc, eventual ridicate in sus la varf.  Obligatoriu pedichiura in rosu sau negru.Pantalonii vacii de mall sint  de obicei negrii si mulati, In trecut acei pantaloni se purtau ca  trening, colanti de interior sau pijamale in noptile friguroase de  iarna. Pantalonii vacii de mall pot avea si diverse chestii  stralucitoare pe ei, sau franjuri, modele populare moderniste romanesti.  O culoare de piele va imbogati stilul in unele cazuri.&lt;br /&gt;Bluza vacii de mall incearca sa dea la iveala cat mai mult din pieptul  nu intotdeauna generos. Acest piept se poate insa suplimenta simplu cu  un sutien adecvat. Pantalonii vor fi cu talia extrem de joasa, atat cat  sa se vada discret parul pubian. Din spate obligatoriu trebuie sa se  vada micul jgheab format de cele doua buci, plus chilotii tanga sau  clasici cu dantela, colorati.&lt;br /&gt;Capul vacii de mall se recunoaste usor. Parul vacii de mall va fi negru  inchis sau negru 2 cam la baza si alb in rest. Fata vacii de mall este  intotdeauna acoperita cu un material asemanator varului lavabil, in  culori care variaza de la rosu la maroniu. Obrajjii vacii de mall sint  intotdeauna rosii, pentru a indica sanatatea acestei fiinte sanatoase.  Vaca de mall are gene lungi si negre, adunate in smocuri. Botul vacii de  mall este prelung, nu pentru a apuca furajele mai bine, ci deoarece  este accentuat cu un strat de vopsea acuta, de la rosu deschis la negru,  iar deschiderea este cam cat a unei cutii postale. Ochii vacii de mall  sunt inconjurati de funingine neagra, ca si cum s-ar fi uitat printr-un  binoclu murdar. Vaca de mall poarta cercei mari. Se observa la vaca de  mall multe chestii metalice galben stralucitor atarnate pe unde se poate  atarna ceva. Vaca de mall are parul ars cu fierul, dovada sinceritatii  pentru comuniunea vacilor de mall.&lt;br /&gt;Vaca de mall miroase strident. Vaca de mall nu da lapte. Nici macar  degresat. Vaca de mall are straturi succesive. Vaca de mall are unghiile  lungi si colorate divers.&lt;br /&gt;Trasaturi psihosomatice:&lt;br /&gt;Vaca de mall se pricepe foarte bine sa numere. Bani. Vaca de mall nu  poate trai fara sa cheltuiasca. Creierul vacii de mall gandeste rapid,  pentru a lua decizii vestimentare repede. Hainele vor fi purtate o  singura data, in cabina de proba doar. Vaca de mall este insotita de  sclavi din pacate peste tot. Vaca de mall doreste casa luxoasa si masina  mare pentru sclav si mica pentru ea. In general obiectele dorintei  vacii de mall sunt: mobilier, covoare, televizor, apartament mai  mare/vila, gresie si faianta schimbata de 2-3 ori pe an contra  demodarii, masina luxoasa. Haine. Haine multe, pentru a nu se imbraca la  fel in 2 zile din an.&lt;br /&gt;Vaca de mall este foarte indignata cand da de o tipa care nu e vaca.  Incearca din tot sufletul sa o faca sa intre in fratia vacilor de mall,  si se enerveaza cand i se opune rezistenta. Vaca de mall nu poate trai  fara cluburi, tigari, cafea, bautura. Vaca de mall iubeste asfaltul. La  parasirea orasului, vaca de mall intra putin in panica iar respiratia se  accelereaza. In natura vaca de mall este un pic pierduta si incearca sa  nu atinga pe cat posibil chestii ca iarba, frunzele... Asaltul naturii  sperie vaca de mall. Cuvantul " Hotel " aprinde insa un bec roz in capul  vacii de mall. Vaca de mall bea numai lapte degresat. Vaca de mall  doreste sa priveasca telenovele in timp ce sclavul castiga bani. Vaca de  mall crede ca i se cuvin anumite lucruri.Vaca de mall oboseste daca  citeste o carte, singura lectura fiind revistele de femei de genul  Unica, Femeia, Gravida... sau traducerea la emisiuni cu Teo, Mihaela  Radulescu sau Mihaela Tatu. Niciodata un barbat nu va castiga suficienti  bani pentru a intretine vaca de mall. Cam acestea ar fi trasaturile  vacii de mall. In general lumea venereaza vaca de mall. Barbatii iubesc  vaca de mall. Facand o paralela, daca romanii sunt numiti tigani, cum  zic unii, care la origine sunt indieni, pai atunci totul e clar. Asa cum  vaca e obiectul cultului indienilor, asa este si la noi vaca de mall.  Vaca de mall se supara foarte putin in rarele momente in care isi da  seama ca se face misto de ea. Anumite trairi sunt superficiale pentu  vaca de mall. Emotiile mari sint atunci cand in telenovela preferata  Fernando o ridica in brate pe Lucia si fac dragoste pe masa acoperita cu  ceapa, cand da de o bluzita scurta de tot in mall, cand bea un  cappucino in mall.&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta a fost prezentarea minunatei vaci de mall. Nimic nu e mai  interesant decat o conversatie cu vaca de mall, asa ca daca intalniti  asa ceva nu refuzati cateva pareri ale ei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;© &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;wwww.nutesuparafrate.ro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238592228530068487-4962490313443631135?l=nickolamadalina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/feeds/4962490313443631135/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/2011/06/vaca-de-mall-de-bobu-de-mazare.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default/4962490313443631135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default/4962490313443631135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/2011/06/vaca-de-mall-de-bobu-de-mazare.html' title='Vaca de Mall - de bobu de mazare'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09439905081327502667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YTIOjF_vwqU/TeQh9AimEcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/d9G919UWxQU/s220/27032011_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238592228530068487.post-6649319776931390487</id><published>2011-05-31T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T07:03:22.019-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I'/><title type='text'>Planuri de viitor-Wishlist</title><content type='html'>1.Now i have seventeen....that age it´s the best.....i wish next year to get the driving license&lt;br /&gt;2.I wish to go to the college....Geography&lt;br /&gt;3.I wish to find a job,a really job.dont know ,,,,all jobs &lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span title="Faceti click pentru traducerea alternativa" class="hps"&gt;related&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span title="Faceti click pentru traducerea alternativa" class="hps"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span title="Faceti click pentru traducerea alternativa" class="hps"&gt;geography...exept the teacher&lt;br /&gt;4.I wish,,,,at 28 years old to have a child,a boy,which name sound....Dont Know....Alejandro ,..or someting like that&lt;br /&gt;5.I wish in during av my life to visit almost twenty countryes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span title="Faceti click pentru traducerea alternativa" class="hps"&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/3238592228530068487-6649319776931390487?l=nickolamadalina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/feeds/6649319776931390487/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/2011/05/planuri-de-viitor-wishlist.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default/6649319776931390487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default/6649319776931390487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/2011/05/planuri-de-viitor-wishlist.html' title='Planuri de viitor-Wishlist'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09439905081327502667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YTIOjF_vwqU/TeQh9AimEcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/d9G919UWxQU/s220/27032011_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238592228530068487.post-2896737131891791302</id><published>2011-05-30T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T15:59:26.298-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gahttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifnduri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dumnezeu'/><title type='text'>o zi obisnuita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_hG3ktopqv8"&gt;M-am indepartat de tine Doamne,stiu ca esti acolo sus in Imparatia cerurilor si ne veghezi...ne impingi spre caile bune ale vietii&lt;/a&gt;.Astazi a fost o zi calma....mi-as dori ca viata sa fie usoara dar stiu ca altfel....daca n-ar avea si greutati n-as simti ca traiesc.A trecut ceva timp de cand....de cand am inceput sa ma schimr.Fiecare clipa alaturi de el e fr se umoasa dar totusi e o rana acolo careparca doare cand el pune sare vrand sau nu pe ea....probabil asta insemna sa iubesti, dupa cum observ e un echilibru in lumea asta si nu exista bine fara rau sau rau fara bine,nimeni nu-i perfect.Am asteptat mult timp sa vina vremea asta,au trecut ani ca sa rad....si ani care m-au invatat ca uneori trebuie sa ierti,ca uneori speranta nu e efemera....ca exista implinire,dezamagiri,iubire,compromisuri si regrete.Dar oare ¨bine faci bine gasesti...¨uneori simt ca numai pot ....stiu ca si eu fac greseli dar omul este tinut in viata de sentimente si construieste relatii pe baza lor,dar daca pentru unii nu e decat un joc....prea multe intrebari pe care timpul,viitorul mi le va alunga cu raspunsuri neasteptate.Sper ca exista bine....sper ca exista iubire si nu doar jocuri de manipulare,¨¨competenta¨¨&lt;a href="http://graphicshunt.com/images/angel-2094.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/pics/glitters/a/angel-2094.gif" alt="Angel" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Click Here For &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.graphicshunt.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Images&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &amp;amp; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://graphicshunt.com/images/angel-2094.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Angel Pictures&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.allansgraphics.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Pictures&lt;/a&gt;&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/3238592228530068487-2896737131891791302?l=nickolamadalina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/feeds/2896737131891791302/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-zi-obisnuita.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default/2896737131891791302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default/2896737131891791302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-zi-obisnuita.html' title='o zi obisnuita'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09439905081327502667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YTIOjF_vwqU/TeQh9AimEcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/d9G919UWxQU/s220/27032011_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238592228530068487.post-5568623098770284175</id><published>2011-04-11T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T07:29:02.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>someting to share</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;„Într-o zi, un înţelept puse următoarea  întrebare discipolilor săi: - De ce ţipă oamenii când sunt supăraţi? -  Ţipăm deoarece ne pierdem calmul, zise unul dintre ei. - Dar de ce să  ţipi, atunci când cealaltă persoană e chiar lângă tine?, întrebă din nou  înţeleptul. - Păi, ţipăm ca să fim siguri că celălalt ne aude, încercă  un alt discipol. Maestrul întrebă din nou: - Totuşi, nu s-ar putea să  vorbim mai încet? Niciunul dintre răspunsurile primite nu-l mulţumi pe  înţelept. Atunci el îi lămuri: - Ştiţi de ce ţipăm unul la altul când  suntem supăraţi? Adevărul e că atunci când două persoane se ceartă,  inimile lor se distanţează foarte mult. Pentru a acoperi această  distanţă, ei trebuie să strige ca să se poată auzi unul pe celălalt. Cu  cât sunt mai supăraţi, cu atât mai tare trebuie să strige din cauza  distanţei şi mai mari.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pe de altă parte, ce se petrece  atunci când două fiinţe sunt îndrăgostite? Ele nu ţipă deloc. Vorbesc  încetişor, suav. De ce? Fiindcă inimile lor sunt foarte apropiate,  distanţa dintre ele este foarte mică.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt; În final,  înţeleptul concluzionă, zicând: - Când discutaţi, nu lăsaţi ca inimile  voastre să se separe una de cealaltă, nu rostiţi cuvinte care să vă  îndepărteze şi mai mult, pentru că va veni o zi în care distanţa va fi  atât de mare, încât inimile voastre nu vor mai găsi drumul de  întoarcere.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238592228530068487-5568623098770284175?l=nickolamadalina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/feeds/5568623098770284175/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/2011/04/someting-to-share.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default/5568623098770284175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default/5568623098770284175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/2011/04/someting-to-share.html' title='someting to share'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09439905081327502667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YTIOjF_vwqU/TeQh9AimEcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/d9G919UWxQU/s220/27032011_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238592228530068487.post-8571881984449101378</id><published>2011-04-09T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T23:59:09.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lista cu Varsatori celebrii</title><content type='html'>&lt;h4&gt;Varsatori, primul decan (20 ianuarie - 29 ianuarie)&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Nativul  acestei perioade are pronuntate inclinatii artistice care il  directioneaza catre domeniile spirituale. Foarte rabdator, modest, timid  si original, va fi în toate împrejurarile non-violent. E un solitar  meditativ.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andrei Saguna&lt;/strong&gt; (20 ianuarie) - mitropolit al Transilvaniei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gary Barlow&lt;/strong&gt; (20 ianuarie) - membru al formatiei britanice a anilor '90, Take That&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lorenzo Lamas&lt;/strong&gt; (20 ianuarie) - actor american&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Benny Hill&lt;/strong&gt; (21 ianuarie) - comic britanic, realizator de emisiuni de divertisment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christian Dior&lt;/strong&gt; (21 ianuarie) - designer de moda francez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ema Lee Bunton&lt;/strong&gt; (21 ianuarie) - componenta a trupei de fete Spice Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Placido Domingo&lt;/strong&gt; (21 ianuarie) - tenor si dirijor spaniol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Telly Savalas&lt;/strong&gt; (21 ianuarie) - actor american, cunoscut pentru rolul din filmul "Kojak"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tiffani Amber Thiessen&lt;/strong&gt; (23 ianuarie) - actrita in serialul Beverly Hills 90210&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stela Enache&lt;/strong&gt; (24 ianuarie) - solista de muzica usoara, cunoscuta pentru piesa "Ani de liceu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alicia Keys&lt;/strong&gt; (25 ianuarie) - cantareata, actrita, textiera si pianista americana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ion Dolanescu&lt;/strong&gt; (25 ianuarie) - cantaret roman de muzica populara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Catalin Maruta&lt;/strong&gt; (26 ianuarie) - realizatorul emisiunii "Happy Hour" de la Pro TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eddie Van Halen&lt;/strong&gt; (26 ianuarie) - mambru fondator al trupei rock Van Halen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicolae Ceausescu&lt;/strong&gt; (26 ianuarie) - politician comunist roman, presedinte al RS Romania&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paul Newman&lt;/strong&gt; (26 ianuarie) - mare actor si producator american de film&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Florin Piersic&lt;/strong&gt; (27 ianuarie) - actor roman de teatru si film, student la 80 de ani...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart&lt;/strong&gt; (27 ianuarie) - compozitor clasic de opera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Camil Ressu&lt;/strong&gt; (28 ianuarie) - pictor, mambru al Academiei Romane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gianluigi Bufon&lt;/strong&gt; (28 ianuarie) - fotbalist italian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nick Carter&lt;/strong&gt; (28 ianuarie) - membru al popularului grup de muzica pop, Backstreet Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicolas Sarkozy&lt;/strong&gt; (28 ianuarie) - al 23-lea presedinte francez, ales in anul 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Razvan Ciobanu&lt;/strong&gt; (28 ianuarie) - creator de moda roman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anton Cehov&lt;/strong&gt; (29 ianuarie) - prozator si dramaturg rus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Catalin Radu Tanase&lt;/strong&gt; (29 ianuarie) - jurnalist roman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oana Pellea&lt;/strong&gt; (29 ianuarie) - actrita de origine romana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oprah Winfrey&lt;/strong&gt; (29 ianuarie) - moderatoare de emisiuni tv in Statele Unite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tom Sellek&lt;/strong&gt; (29 ianuarie) - actor cunoscut pentru rolul principal din serialul "Magnum"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William McKinley&lt;/strong&gt; (29 ianuarie) - al 25-lea presedinte al Statelor Unite ale Americii&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Varsatori, al doilea decan (30 ianuarie - 8 februarie)&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Firi  artistice, dau dovada de vivacitate, de spirit si de forta de  patrundere; uneori sunt foarte deschisi si vorbareti. Memorie buna si  spirit inventiv, vor fi extrem de receptivi la nou. Sunt de asemenea  orgoliosi, inspirati, uneori neciopliti, dar în acelasi timp au un simt  al umorului foarte dezvoltat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dick Cheney&lt;/strong&gt; (30 ianuarie) - vicepresedintele SUA in mandatul lui George Walker Bush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Franklin Delano Roosevelt&lt;/strong&gt; (30 ianuarie) - al 32-lea presedinte american intre anii 1933-1945&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gianina Corondan&lt;/strong&gt; (30 ianuarie) - prezentator tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kid Cudi&lt;/strong&gt; (30 ianuarie) - rapper si actor american&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phil Collins&lt;/strong&gt; (30 ianuarie) - cantaret englez, compozitor, tobosar si actor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Franz Schubert&lt;/strong&gt; (31 ianuarie) - compozitor romantic austriac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Justin Timberlake&lt;/strong&gt; (31 ianuarie) - mambru al formatiei N Sync, cantaret american de pop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marin Moraru&lt;/strong&gt; (31 ianuarie) - actor roman de teatru si film&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boris Yeltsin&lt;/strong&gt; (1 februarie) - presedintele Rusiei intre anii 1990-1999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brandon Lee&lt;/strong&gt; (1 februarie) - fiul lui Bruce Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don Everly&lt;/strong&gt; (1 februarie) - autorul piesei "Wake up little Susie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ion Luca Caragiale&lt;/strong&gt; (1 februarie) - dramaturg, prozator si poet roman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lisa Marie Presley&lt;/strong&gt; (1 februarie) - fiica lui Elvis Presley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucian Grigorescu&lt;/strong&gt; (1 februarie) - pictor roman postimpresionist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicolae Breban&lt;/strong&gt; (1 februarie) - scriitor, romancier, eseist, dramaturg si om de cultura roman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stefan Luchian&lt;/strong&gt; (1 februarie) - pictor roman, denumit &lt;em&gt;poetul plastic al florilor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James Joyce&lt;/strong&gt; (2 februarie) - scriitor irlandez care a scris "Ulysses"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shakira Isabel Mebarak Ripoll&lt;/strong&gt; (2 februarie) - cantareata si dansatoare columbiana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sean Kingston&lt;/strong&gt; (3 februarie) - cantaret jamaican-american de raggae si muzica pop, dar si rapper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stefan Iordache&lt;/strong&gt; (3 februarie) - actor roman de teatru si film&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alice Cooper&lt;/strong&gt; (4 februarie) - cantaret de muzica rock, cunoscut pentru piesa "Poison"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clyde William Tombaugh&lt;/strong&gt; (4 februarie) - astronaut care a descoperit planeta Pluto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan Quayle&lt;/strong&gt; (4 februarie) - vicepresedinte SUA in mandatul lui George Bush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mioara Avram&lt;/strong&gt; (4 februarie) - personalitate de renume a lingvisticii romanesti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monica Macovei&lt;/strong&gt; (4 februarie) - politician roman, fost ministru al Justitiei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Natalie Imbruglia&lt;/strong&gt; (4 februarie) - cantareata de origine autraliana, cunoscuta pentru piesa "Torn"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Octav Bancila&lt;/strong&gt; (4 februarie) - pictor realist roman si activist politic de stanga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oskar De La Hoya&lt;/strong&gt; (4 februarie) - boxer profesionist, medaliat cu aur la olimpiada din anul 1992&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bobby Brown&lt;/strong&gt; (5 februarie) - solist american, sotul cantaretei Whitney Houston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cristiano Ronaldo&lt;/strong&gt; (5 februarie) - fotbalist portughez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gheorghe Hagi&lt;/strong&gt; (5 februarie) - fost fotbalist roman supranumit &lt;em&gt;Maradona din Carpati&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Axl Rose&lt;/strong&gt; (6 februarie) - solistul trupei de rock Guns N' Roses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bob Marley&lt;/strong&gt; (6 februarie) - cantaret, compozitor, chitarist si activist jamaican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Catalin Crisan&lt;/strong&gt; (6 februarie) - interpret roman de muzica usoara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Geo Bogza&lt;/strong&gt; (6 februarie) - scriitor, jurnalist si poet roman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lavinia Sandru&lt;/strong&gt; (6 februarie) - politician roman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mary Leakey&lt;/strong&gt; (6 februarie) - arheolog si antropolog britanic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Natalie Cole&lt;/strong&gt; (6 februarie) - cantareata de jazz si pop, fiica lui Nat King Cole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ronald Reagan&lt;/strong&gt; (6 februarie) - al 40-lea presedinte american intre anii 1981-1989&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viorel Hizo&lt;/strong&gt; (6 februarie) - antrenor si fost fotbalist roman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zsa Zsa Gabor&lt;/strong&gt; (6 februarie) - actrita celebra de origine maghiara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charles Dickens&lt;/strong&gt; (7 februarie) - romancier englez, autor al romanului "Oliver Twist"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Garth Brooks&lt;/strong&gt; (7 februarie) - cantaret american de muzica country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PFP Teoctist&lt;/strong&gt; (7 februarie) - patriarhul Bisericii Ortodoxe Romane, pana la moartea sa, in anul 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alexandru Salaman&lt;/strong&gt; (8 februarie) - alias Soparla, membru fondator al formatiei dance-rock Animal X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dimitri Ivanovici Mendeleev&lt;/strong&gt; (8 februarie) - chimist rus, creatorul legii periodicitatii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jack Lemmon&lt;/strong&gt; (8 februarie) - actor american de film&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James Dean&lt;/strong&gt; (8 februarie) - actor american postbelic de teatru si film&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jules Verne&lt;/strong&gt; (8 februarie) - scriitor francez, creator al romanului stiintific de anticipatie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nick Nolte&lt;/strong&gt; (8 februarie) - actor si producator americand e film&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Varsatori, al treilea decan (9 februarie - 18 februarie)&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Fantasti  si extrateresti, au o imaginatie deosebit de fecunda si obiceiul de a  vagabonda. Gasim printre ei numerosi nebuni, ori genii. Aparent  desfranati, neintelesi, ei pot fi amabili, dar si barfitori. Increzatori  în fortele proprii, buni subalterni si buni sefi. Vorbareti si  secretosi in acelasi timp. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joe Pesci&lt;/strong&gt; (9 februarie) - actor american de origine italiana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;William Henry Harrison&lt;/strong&gt; (10 februarie) - al 9-lea presedinte american in anul 1841&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roberta Flack&lt;/strong&gt; (10 februarie) - cantareata americana cunoscuta pentru piesa "Killing me softly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maria Butaciu&lt;/strong&gt; (10 februarie) - cantareata de muzica populara din zona Bitritei-Nasaud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Victor Rebengiuc&lt;/strong&gt; (10 februarie) - actor roman de teatru si film&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brandy&lt;/strong&gt; (11 februarie) - cantareata americana si model&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Burt Reynolds&lt;/strong&gt; (11 februarie) - actor american cunoscut din filmul "Smokey and the bandit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer Aniston&lt;/strong&gt; (11 februarie) - actrita americana, cunoscuta din serialul "Friends"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kelly Rowland&lt;/strong&gt; (11 februarie) - componenta a formatiei de fete Destiny's Child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mike Shinoda&lt;/strong&gt; (11 februarie) - muzician, vocalist si textierul formatiei Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah Palin&lt;/strong&gt; (11 februarie) - politician american, fost guvernator al statului Alaska&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheryl Crow&lt;/strong&gt; (11 februarie) - cantareata americana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taylor Lautner&lt;/strong&gt; (11 februarie) - actor american, cunoscut din filmul Twilight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abraham Lincoln&lt;/strong&gt; (12 februarie) - al 16-lea presedinte american intre anii 1861-1865&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alexandru Davila&lt;/strong&gt; (12 februarie) - dramaturg si om de teatru, fiul lui Carol Davila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charles Darwin&lt;/strong&gt; (12 februarie) - naturalist englez autor al lucrarii "Originea speciilor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christina Ricci&lt;/strong&gt; (12 februarie) - actirta cu rol in "The Addams Family"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan Puric&lt;/strong&gt; (12 februarie) - actor si regizor roman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ehud Barak&lt;/strong&gt; (12 februarie) - politician israelian, premier in perioada 1999-2001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Franco Zeffirelli&lt;/strong&gt; (12 februarie) - realizator, scenarist, producator si actor italian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer Stone&lt;/strong&gt; (12 februarie) - actirita de origine americana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael McDonald&lt;/strong&gt; (12 februarie) - cantaret american de R&amp;amp;B si textier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Omar Bradley&lt;/strong&gt; (12 februarie) - general american in timpul celui de-al doilea razboi mondial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Otilia Cazimir&lt;/strong&gt; (12 februarie) - poetesa sufletelor alese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alexandru Dabija&lt;/strong&gt; (13 februarie) - regizor roman de teatru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mihai Leu&lt;/strong&gt; (13 februarie) - pugilist roman si pilot de raliu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peter Gabriel&lt;/strong&gt; (13 februarie) - muzician englez, flautist in trupa Genesis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Robbie Williams&lt;/strong&gt; (13 februarie) - cantaret si compozitor englez, fost membru al trupei Take That&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ghita Muresan&lt;/strong&gt; (14 februarie) - baschetbalist roman, fost jucator NBA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gica Craioveanu&lt;/strong&gt; (14 februarie) - fost fotbalist roman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gil Dobrica&lt;/strong&gt; (14 februarie) - interpret roman de muzica usoara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grigore Vieru&lt;/strong&gt; (14 februarie) - poet roman basarabean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael Bloomberg&lt;/strong&gt; (14 februarie) - primarul New York-ului si al 8-lea cel mai bogat american&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Galileo Galilei&lt;/strong&gt; (15 februarie) - fizician, matematician, astronom si filosof italian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;George Ivascu&lt;/strong&gt; (15 februarie) - actor roman de teatru si film&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ion Andreescu&lt;/strong&gt; (15 februarie) - pictor, pedagog si academician roman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jane Seymour&lt;/strong&gt; (15 februarie) - actrita britanica,cunoscuta din serialul "Doctor Quinn"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Titu Maiorescu&lt;/strong&gt; (15 februarie) - intemeietor al criticii romanesti moderne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adina Valean&lt;/strong&gt; (16 februarie) - politician roman, sotia lui Crin Antonescu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bogdan Petriceicu Hasdeu&lt;/strong&gt; (16 februarie) - scriitor si filolog roman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kim Jong Il&lt;/strong&gt; (16 februarie) - presedinte comunist al Coreei de Nord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sonny Bono&lt;/strong&gt; (16 februarie) - sotul si partenerul cantaretei Cher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Denise Richards&lt;/strong&gt; (17 februarie) - actrita americana si fost manechin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ioam Mircea Pascu&lt;/strong&gt; (17 februarie) - politician roman, fost ministru al Apararii Nationale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael Jordan&lt;/strong&gt; (17 februarie) - jucator profesionist american de baschet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Octavian Bellu&lt;/strong&gt; (17 februarie) - antrenor de gimnastica artistica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paris Hilton &lt;/strong&gt; (17 februarie) - mostenitoarea imperiului financiar constituit din hotelurile Hilton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stelian Tanase&lt;/strong&gt; (17 februarie) - jurnalist si scriitor roman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alessaondro Volta&lt;/strong&gt; (18 februarie) - fizician italian, din a carui nume provine cuvantul "volt"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Constantin Bebe Cotimanis&lt;/strong&gt; (18 februarie) - actor roman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr. Dre&lt;/strong&gt; (18 februarie) - compozitor american de muzica rap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John Travolta&lt;/strong&gt; (18 februarie) - actor, dansator si cantaret american, cunoscut din filmul "Grease"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jokai Mor&lt;/strong&gt; (18 februarie) - scriitor si publicist maghiar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yoko Ono&lt;/strong&gt; (18 februarie) - artista japoneza, casatorita cu John Lennon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Daca am omis ceva, oricand se pot adauga si alti varsatori. Lista ramane deschisa...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Surse: &lt;a href="http://www.famousbirthdays.com/"&gt;Famous birthdays&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.wikipedia.ro/"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.zodiace.ro/"&gt;Zodiace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238592228530068487-8571881984449101378?l=nickolamadalina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/feeds/8571881984449101378/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/2011/04/lista-cu-varsatori-celebrii.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default/8571881984449101378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default/8571881984449101378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/2011/04/lista-cu-varsatori-celebrii.html' title='Lista cu Varsatori celebrii'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09439905081327502667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YTIOjF_vwqU/TeQh9AimEcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/d9G919UWxQU/s220/27032011_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238592228530068487.post-2043063687090633508</id><published>2011-04-09T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T23:57:31.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nascut pe 29 ianuarie – Horoscop general | Profil astrologic</title><content type='html'>&lt;ins style="display: inline-table; border: medium none; height: 90px; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; position: relative; visibility: visible; width: 728px;"&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;a name="7747538979771514568"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    Daca ti-ai facut intrarea in lume  pe data de 29 ianuarie , faci parte  din zodia Varsatorului  si esti sub ocrotirea lui Uranus si a Lunii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asteapta  o clipa si nu te ambala ! Nerabdarea isi pune mereu amprenta asupra ta  si nu iti place deloc sa astepti .Reactiile tale apar cu viteza  fulgerului , iar ambitia te face sa iti doresti sa sari mai multe trepte  deodata si sa te transformi instantaneu din "cersetor" in "print".Iti  plac senzatiile tari , iar motto-ul tau in viata poate fi "cu cat mai  mult , cu atat mai bine".Incerca sa iti temperezi cateva din  nenumaratele aspiratii. Nu trebuie neaparat sa renunti la ceea ce iti  place , ci sa iti stapanesti si directionezi obiectivele.&lt;br /&gt;Probabil  ca oamenii apropiati  s-au obisnuit cu izbucnirile tale nervoase sau  emotionale. In prietenie se poate sa nu fii atat de norocos precum   crezi, intrucat unii dintre amicii tai nu sunt atat de demni de  incredere precum par si incearca sa profite de pe urma ta. Apeleaza mai  des la simtul tau de observatie si la puterea de analiza , astfel incat  sa descoperi adevaratele lor intentii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Culorile tale norocoase sunt albul , verdele si cremul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pietrele tale norocoase sunt piatra lunii si perla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zilele tale norocoase din saptamana sunt luni , marti si duminica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numerele tale norocoase si anii tai de mari schimbari sunt :  2, 11, 20, 29, 38, 47, 56, 65, 74.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personalitati  nascute pe 29 ianuarie : Anton Cehov , Dumitru D. Rosca , Emanuel  Swedenborg , Florin Calinescu , Gheorghe Braescu , John Forsythe, Matei  Visniec , Mihai Lungeanu , Oana Pellea , Oprah Winfrey, Romain Rolland ,  Sacha Distel , Tudor Vornicu , Vicente Blasco Ibañez .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SURSA:http://godessdiana88sex1.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238592228530068487-2043063687090633508?l=nickolamadalina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/feeds/2043063687090633508/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/2011/04/nascut-pe-29-ianuarie-horoscop-general.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default/2043063687090633508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default/2043063687090633508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/2011/04/nascut-pe-29-ianuarie-horoscop-general.html' title='Nascut pe 29 ianuarie – Horoscop general | Profil astrologic'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09439905081327502667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YTIOjF_vwqU/TeQh9AimEcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/d9G919UWxQU/s220/27032011_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238592228530068487.post-7838855444443280970</id><published>2010-08-14T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T06:01:06.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Varsatorii in Dragoste</title><content type='html'>Esti o fire independenta, care nu tii cont de chestiunile  traditionaliste si de "moda veche". Nu prea te innebunesti dupa  relatiile de lunga durata, pentru ca simti nevoia sa fii libera. Iti  place sa oferi pasiune, dar intotdeauna te concentrezi mai mult asupra  prezentului si mai putin asupra viitorului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desi esti foarte  creativa, iti exprimi sentimentele cu mare greutate. Cand te hotarasti  sa te asezi la casa ta, stii foarte bine ca o vei face pentru tot restul  vietii. De cele mai multe ori, incepi o relatie amoroasa cu un barbat  care ti-a fost amic o perioada lunga de timp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu suporti  monotonia si de aceea nu ai putea fi implicata intr-o relatie in care  plictiseala sta "la loc de cinste". Unele reprezentante ale acestui semn  zodiacal se implica si in alte relatii, pe langa cea oficiala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partenerul  perfect pentru tine? Unul extrovertit, cu idei neconventionale (cum  sunt si ale tale), din toate punctele de vedere. Un Einstein foarte  sufletist ar fi perfect pentru tine.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esti draguta, amabila,  foarte prietenoasa, iar ratiunea este atotstapanitoarea caracterul tau.  Stii foarte bine cum sa iti cresti copiii, acordandu-le libertate si  intelegere. Casa ta este foarte bine organizata, iar cel care se  casatoreste cu tine nu are ce sa-ti reproseze cu referire la calitatile  de sotie sau de gospodina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stii cum sa te distrezi si esti mult  mai atrasa de compania barbatilor decat de cea a femeilor. Mereu ai  nevoie sa fii admirata, indeosebi in ceea ce priveste corpul tau. Uneori  esti cicalitoare, irascibila si cheltuitoare, dar in general foarte  simpatica si agreabila, o companie placuta, loiala si interesanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deseori  ai impresia ca ideea ta este cea mai buna si vrei ca toti cei din jur  sa fie de acord cu tine. Iti place sa interactionezi cu oameni, cu  foarte multi oameni si sa te implici in actiuni care militeaza pentru  cauze nobile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiind reprezentanta unui semn de aer, tinzi sa te  apropii de partea sexuala a vietii tale via inteligenta partenerului.  Daca reusesti sa discuti despre gandurile tale cu partenerul tau si in  pat, vei fi foarte incantata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esti atrasa de parteneri care  gandesc si arata mai putin conventional, chiar ciudat. Iti place sa  experimentezi, dar exista si momente in care simti nevoia sa fii singura  pentru a-ti incarca bateriile... pentru a o lua de la capat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barbatul berbec&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate fi o relatie foarte provocatoare si excitanta, pentru ca amandoi sunteti interesati de pasiune, prietenie si sexualitate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu  va veti plictisi niciodata si veti experimenta momente memorabile.  Amandoi aveti nevoie de independenta si impartiti aceleasi abilitati  creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In timp, unul dintre voi se poate indragosti foarte repede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barbatul taur&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O  relatie cu o femeie in zodia varsator poate fi o aventura pentru acest  barbat... Aveti de invatat foarte multe unul de la celalalt, aveti idei  asemanatore si impartasiti teluri comune. El va gasi independenta ta  foarte atractiva si va veti indragosti imediat. Relatia poate duce la o  casnicie fericita. El trebuie sa iti arate ca te apreciaza, iar daca  renunta si la iesirile pline de dramatism, totul va fi perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barbatul gemeni&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atractie  sexuala la cote maxime si curiozitate fara sfarsit - acestea sunt  carateristicile relatiei dintre voi. El este atras de dorinta ta nebuna  de a trai si de nevoia de a fi independenta. Impreuna, puteti construi o  relatie care poate duce la altar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se poate intampla ca tu sa te  sperii si sa te simti sufocat de el... Barbatul gemeni poate deveni  nerabdator, ceea ce te va face sa il parasesti. Pentru ca aceasta  relatie sa functioneze, trebuie sa stiti cand sa renuntati. Nu va jucati  unul cu celalalt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barbatul rac&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El  este mereu in cautarea succesului si a sigurantei in dragoste. Tu iti  doresti sa gasesti prietenia si starea fireasca a lucrurilor, deci nu  este de mirare de ce exista atractie intre voi. Daca aveti aceleasi  aspiratii si teluri, in mod sigur puteti forma o echipa foarte buna  impreuna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insa ceva se intampla atunci cand toanele barbatului  rac isi fac aparitia si de aceea trebuie sa fii foarte atenta.  Combinatia dintre voi este interesanta si de aceea trebuie sa ii dai o  sansa. El trebuie sa iti ofere libertatea de care ai nevoie, in timp ce  tu trebuie sa fii mai atenta la sentimentele lui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barbatul leu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O  relatie provocatoare si excitanta... O combinatie interesanta de  pasiune, prietenie si sexualitate. Nu va veti plictisi niciodata!  Amandoi aveti nevoie de independenta si impartasiti aceleasi abilitati  creative. V-ati putea indragosti nebuneste unul de celalalt! Cum iti  place foarte mult sa experimentezi, mai ales in pat, el ar putea fi  deranjat de acest lucru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barbatul fecioara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esti  femeia care poate sa il surprinda in fiecare clipa! Combinatia dintre  voi este interesanta, plina de pasiune si de o sexualitate vulcanica,  iar activitatile sociale vor face relatia si mai stimulanta. Va reusi sa  te aduca cu picioarele pe pamant, iar tu va trebui sa ii acorzi  incredere. In momentele in care vei deveni foarte tacuta, el va simti  nevoia sa evadeze din relatie. Sunteti pasionati de calatorii, iar  acestea va pot scoate din monotonie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barbatul balanta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alaturi  tine, acest barbat va cunoaste dragostea adevarata. Tu il vei invata ce  inseamna aventura, exaltarea si iesirea din plictiseala. Atractia  dintre voi va fi instanta, iar relatia ar putea fi una de lunga durata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barbatul scorpion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va  intelegeti bine, atat ca amici cat si ca iubiti. Iesirile cu prietenii  si in natura va vor stimula relatia de cuplu. Il vei intriga sexual in  fiecare clipa. Amandoi aveti nevoie de independenta si de partide de sex  extraordinare. Va veti indragosti unul de celalalt foarte repede, dar  incapatanarea voastra ar putea fi o problema...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il trebuie sa renunte la posesivitate si sa renunte la minciuni, daca nu vrea sa te piada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barbatul sagetator&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate  fi o relatie provocatoare si plina de surprize. Sunteti o combinatie  interesanta intre talent, prietenie si sexualitate. Aveti noroc de  faptul ca nu aveti timp sa va plictisiti niciodata, pentru ca aveti  pasiuni comune. Daca amandoi reusiti sa fiti loiali unul celuilalt, cu  singuranta veti avea o relatie lunga si fericita impreuna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barbatul capricorn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca  amici, va intelegeti extraordinar de bine si exista posibilitatea unei  iubiri de neuitat. Il vei considera foarte sexi, mult prea serios, iar  el va spune despre tine ca esti cam libertina pentru gusturile lui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aveti  multe de invatat unul de la celalalt si veti impartasi destule secrete.  Relatia este perfecta pentru aventuri si amicitii de lunga durata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barbatul varsator&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fie  va placeti de la inceput, fie niciodata. Sunteti semne similare si  considerate revolutionarele zodiacului. Sunteti independenti, inovativi  si vesnic stimulati sexual. Tocmai din cauza asemanarilor prea multe vor  exista probleme intre voi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca atractia este destul de  puternica, cu siguratanta veti trece peste multe obstacole. Cum  provocarile intelectuale si sexuale nu vor disparea niciodata, relatia  voastra se afla pe un drum bun... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barbatul pesti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ati  putea fi prieteni pe viata. El va fi innebunit dupa modul tau de a-ti  trai viata, se va simti in singuranta alaturi de tine, iar in  dormitor... vor iesi scantei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El iti va respecta stilul de viata  neortodox si isi va dori o relatie amoroasa cu tine, pentru ca atunci  cand sunteti impreuna, puteti cuceri lumea. Tu trebuie sa ii respecti  creativitatea pentru a nu-l pierde definitiv. El ar trebui sa renunte la  incapatanare, altfel nu veti ajunge nicaieri. Acest barbat nu poate fi  controlat, nici manipulat de nimic si nimeni. Nu uita acest aspect!      &lt;!--BeginRightColumn--&gt;   &lt;div class="right_dosar"&gt;    &lt;div class="box_other_articles"&gt;     &lt;div class="top"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div class="cnt"&gt;      &lt;div class="more"&gt;Mai mul gasiti &lt;a href="http://www.eva.ro/dragoste/sex/dragoste-si-sex-femeia-in-zodia-varsator-articol-27935.html?pagina=3"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sursa:Eva.ro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;         &lt;div class="box_popup" style="display: none;" id="popup_zodii"&gt;          &lt;table style="width: 100%;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;           &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eva.ro/dragoste/relatii/infidelitatea-in-functie-de-zodie-articol-27605.html"&gt;Berbec&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;            &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eva.ro/dragoste/relatii/infidelitatea-in-functie-de-zodie-articol-27605.html"&gt;Taur&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eva.ro/dragoste/relatii/infidelitatea-in-functie-de-zodie-articol-27605.html"&gt;Gemeni&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;            &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eva.ro/dragoste/relatii/infidelitatea-in-functie-de-zodie-articol-27605.html?pagina=2"&gt;Rac&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eva.ro/dragoste/relatii/infidelitatea-in-functie-de-zodie-articol-27605.html?pagina=2"&gt;Leu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;            &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eva.ro/dragoste/relatii/infidelitatea-in-functie-de-zodie-articol-27605.html?pagina=2"&gt;Fecioara&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eva.ro/dragoste/relatii/infidelitatea-in-functie-de-zodie-articol-27605.html?pagina=2"&gt;Balanta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;            &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eva.ro/dragoste/relatii/infidelitatea-in-functie-de-zodie-articol-27605.html?pagina=3"&gt;Scorpion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eva.ro/dragoste/relatii/infidelitatea-in-functie-de-zodie-articol-27605.html?pagina=2"&gt;Sagetator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;            &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eva.ro/dragoste/relatii/infidelitatea-in-functie-de-zodie-articol-27605.html?pagina=3"&gt;Capricorn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr&gt;            &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eva.ro/dragoste/relatii/infidelitatea-in-functie-de-zodie-articol-27605.html?pagina=2"&gt;Varsator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;            &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eva.ro/dragoste/relatii/infidelitatea-in-functie-de-zodie-articol-27605.html?pagina=3"&gt;Pesti&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;          &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;div class="box_infidelitate"&gt;&lt;div class="box_content clearfix"&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div class="btm"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div class="btm"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;!--EndRightColumn--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238592228530068487-7838855444443280970?l=nickolamadalina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/feeds/7838855444443280970/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/2010/08/esti-o-fire-independenta-care-nu-tii.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default/7838855444443280970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default/7838855444443280970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/2010/08/esti-o-fire-independenta-care-nu-tii.html' title='Varsatorii in Dragoste'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09439905081327502667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YTIOjF_vwqU/TeQh9AimEcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/d9G919UWxQU/s220/27032011_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238592228530068487.post-6206177038135785602</id><published>2010-07-26T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T23:16:14.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nisip de Mediterana....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5qlummFUBs/TE55gWPQuCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/G_yAyNRz5Ds/s1600/305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5qlummFUBs/TE55gWPQuCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/G_yAyNRz5Ds/s400/305.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498465791698319394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ieri a fost o zi relaxanta.Am plecat la plaja cu patura,un puisor de perina(cadou de la fete):))si o sticla de apa ca gheata de 1 L(cand ma aflam pe Avenida del Puerto a ramas numai 0,5 L).Am intrat in mare si m-am racorit,marea era furioasa si ma mangaia cu valurile puternice albastre si pline de sare.Am iesit inpinsa  afara de acele valuri,pe corpul meu curgeau siroaie de apa parca grabite sa ajunga in nisipul fin al  plajei.Nu a durat mult si si vantul impreuna cu caldura soarelui au reusit sa ma usuce.&lt;br /&gt;M-am pus pe patura si corpul meu se incalzea de la secunda la secunda tot mai mult,tot mai cald...Nu a durat mult sa constat ca iara sunt inconjurata de romani care comenteaza.In fine,sunt amuzanti,mai ales cand cred ca nu intelegi ce zic.&lt;br /&gt;In timp ce corpul meu ardea ,vantul imi aducea particule de nisip pe patura si pe mine,observam cum micile fire de par se facusera albe in contrast cu bronzul pielii mele.Incalzindu-ma de cateva ori mai tare am fost nevoita sa repet procesul de mai sus.Cu cateva ore mai tarziu,soarele incerca sa prevesteasca apusul asa ca am plecat acasa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238592228530068487-6206177038135785602?l=nickolamadalina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/feeds/6206177038135785602/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/2010/07/nisip-de-mediterana.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default/6206177038135785602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default/6206177038135785602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/2010/07/nisip-de-mediterana.html' title='Nisip de Mediterana....'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09439905081327502667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YTIOjF_vwqU/TeQh9AimEcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/d9G919UWxQU/s220/27032011_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5qlummFUBs/TE55gWPQuCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/G_yAyNRz5Ds/s72-c/305.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238592228530068487.post-5680860567435431475</id><published>2010-07-14T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T23:32:18.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>somn de voie 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5qlummFUBs/TD1qnQ_z4SI/AAAAAAAAACo/dNc_-pd2EAw/s1600/3226896w-365xXx80.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5qlummFUBs/TD1qnQ_z4SI/AAAAAAAAACo/dNc_-pd2EAw/s400/3226896w-365xXx80.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493664343271924002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Valencia EspaÑa .Ce pot spune?M-a cautat in ultima clipa iar acum iar s-a pierdut in norii lui de ceatza.De nehotarare.Nu stiu ce pot spune decat ca pe zi  ce trece inceteaza orice sentiment din inima mea pentru el.&lt;br /&gt;A fost campionatul.España a castigat mondialu si a fost super pe strazile Valenciei,toti inarmati cu steaguri si vuvuzele:))cantand :Yo soy español español español!.deocamdata sunt pe modul ´´in vacantion´´Relax!Dar iara am sa fiu acasa,whatever ma distrez mare plaja frumos oricum si orasul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238592228530068487-5680860567435431475?l=nickolamadalina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/feeds/5680860567435431475/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/2010/07/somn-de-voie-3.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default/5680860567435431475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default/5680860567435431475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/2010/07/somn-de-voie-3.html' title='somn de voie 3'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09439905081327502667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YTIOjF_vwqU/TeQh9AimEcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/d9G919UWxQU/s220/27032011_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5qlummFUBs/TD1qnQ_z4SI/AAAAAAAAACo/dNc_-pd2EAw/s72-c/3226896w-365xXx80.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238592228530068487.post-5160544959343584779</id><published>2010-06-24T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T23:37:52.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colt ded suflet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5qlummFUBs/TE5-tarh_LI/AAAAAAAAADA/uwvkseVhkoI/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5qlummFUBs/TE5-tarh_LI/AAAAAAAAADA/uwvkseVhkoI/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498471513787071666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astazi e o zi frumoasa,muzica se aude pe fundal si imi indeparteaza orice gand urat.Chiar nu ma intereseaza si ca acum el e la spital in operatie,nu ma cautat.Candva cica ma iubea dar am impreasia ca a fost cu totul altceva..Ciudat nu..?A asteptat doar propunerea mea sa ne despartim si dupaia ma uitat complet.Am venit aici langa el si nu-i mai trebuie dragoste.Ce sa inteleg...din mintea mea de copil incep sa iasa alte conceptii defapt, gandesc mai matur.Dar am un suflet bun si prost care nu ma lasa in pace,vrea iubire...dar cred ca o perioada multa de timp no sa mai primeasca.Probabil pentru ca sunt asa obsedata pot zice sa gasesc pe cineva care sa am iubesc ma gandesc ca tocmmai de asta nu gasesc si e greu.Incerc sa nu fiu singura caci singuratatea ma omoara cel mai mult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238592228530068487-5160544959343584779?l=nickolamadalina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/feeds/5160544959343584779/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/2010/06/78-missed-call-2.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default/5160544959343584779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default/5160544959343584779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/2010/06/78-missed-call-2.html' title='Colt ded suflet'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09439905081327502667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YTIOjF_vwqU/TeQh9AimEcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/d9G919UWxQU/s220/27032011_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5qlummFUBs/TE5-tarh_LI/AAAAAAAAADA/uwvkseVhkoI/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238592228530068487.post-8934532386286554353</id><published>2010-06-03T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T06:52:28.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cu o secunda mai tarziu....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5qlummFUBs/TAezcoAqBhI/AAAAAAAAACg/dYca2QDD-es/s1600/PT+BLOG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5qlummFUBs/TAezcoAqBhI/AAAAAAAAACg/dYca2QDD-es/s400/PT+BLOG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478544776077379090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S-au certat dintr-un motiv pueril.Fiecare a vrut sa arate ca el e cel care e seful,cu incapatanare,ea ii impunea ce safaca iar el incerca ssa o testeze amandoi nu suportau chestiile astea,totul a devenit din cel mai frumos vis in scantei,nervi,cearta strigate,ca o ploaie de vara asa o fost si cearta lor....Amandoi stateau si asteptau un semn unul de la celalalt dar....au trecut 3 zile si nimic,muzica eratare si  nu a auzit telefonul,sa uitat in jos pe fereastra si din cauza lacrimilor nu a mai vazut nimic si s-a dezechilibrat,a cazut,pe telefon era un numar strain ce apela...78 de apeluri nepreluate ,era el....plecase  in alta tara,si pe drum nu a putut sa o mai sune,a sunat cu o secunda mai tarziu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ps:Pretuieste ceea ce ai langa tine un suflet ce te iubeste enorm si ar da totul pentru tine ar renunta la tot,si tu stii asta....nu stepta,fa ce-ti spune inima,ai incredere,comunica sau altfel vei pierde.           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238592228530068487-8934532386286554353?l=nickolamadalina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/feeds/8934532386286554353/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/2010/06/cu-o-secunda-mai-tarziu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default/8934532386286554353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default/8934532386286554353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/2010/06/cu-o-secunda-mai-tarziu.html' title='Cu o secunda mai tarziu....'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09439905081327502667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YTIOjF_vwqU/TeQh9AimEcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/d9G919UWxQU/s220/27032011_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5qlummFUBs/TAezcoAqBhI/AAAAAAAAACg/dYca2QDD-es/s72-c/PT+BLOG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238592228530068487.post-8630041940696065342</id><published>2010-05-23T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T05:12:50.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>visare...fum.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5qlummFUBs/S_kbtVwks9I/AAAAAAAAACY/KjDe64raNHM/s1600/5tgvththst.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5qlummFUBs/S_kbtVwks9I/AAAAAAAAACY/KjDe64raNHM/s400/5tgvththst.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474437287794488274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Astazi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;m-am&lt;/span&gt; saturat...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;m-am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;aturat&lt;/span&gt; sa vad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;aceleasi&lt;/span&gt; lucruri &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; fiecare zi....constat cum totul devine pustiu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; nimic nu se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lumineaza&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;viata&lt;/span&gt; mea &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; mediu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; care &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;traiesc&lt;/span&gt;..la 2-3 zile cineva ajunge cu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;numarul&lt;/span&gt; zilelor redus la zero..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;altii&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;isi&lt;/span&gt; unesc destinele,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;altii&lt;/span&gt; se nasc....simt cum vreau sa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;indepartez&lt;/span&gt; pur &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; simplu de tot...mie dor de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;veselia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;inocenta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;copilariei&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;cand&lt;/span&gt; eram &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;prietena&lt;/span&gt; cu toata lumea inclusiv cu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;papusile&lt;/span&gt; mele,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;imi&lt;/span&gt; amintesc &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; acum cele doua &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;papusi&lt;/span&gt; pe care &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;spiridisul&lt;/span&gt;  lui &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Mosu&lt;/span&gt;8 mi le-a adus..eram &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;asa&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;incantata&lt;/span&gt; a venit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Mossuu&lt;/span&gt;!Am fost cuminte..cu timpul toate astea sau &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;ingropat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;prapastia&lt;/span&gt; anilor,eram copilul ce nu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;stia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;ce-i&lt;/span&gt; rezerva viitorul...totul era bine..le aveam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;langa&lt;/span&gt; mine,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;ii&lt;/span&gt; aveam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;langa&lt;/span&gt; mine.Acum totul a devenit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;asa&lt;/span&gt; de complicat,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;imi&lt;/span&gt; pun din ce &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;ince&lt;/span&gt; mai multe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;intrebari&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;ma&lt;/span&gt; simt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;dezamagita&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;toti&lt;/span&gt; cei din jurul meu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; simt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;ca-i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;dezamagesc&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;fara&lt;/span&gt; sa vreau..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;cand&lt;/span&gt; eram mica &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;mka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;intrebam&lt;/span&gt; de ce &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;ceilalti&lt;/span&gt; nu se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;catara&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;corcodusii&lt;/span&gt; de la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;primarie&lt;/span&gt; ca mine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; cei de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;varsta&lt;/span&gt; mea,acum am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;inteles&lt;/span&gt;...eram cu el tot timpul,lumea mi se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;parea&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;asa&lt;/span&gt; mare, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; orice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;porcarie&lt;/span&gt; era &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;interesanta&lt;/span&gt; toata astea au &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;patruns&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;intrun&lt;/span&gt; material de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;dezamagire&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;cunoastere&lt;/span&gt;,realitate,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;dorint&lt;/span&gt; durere &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;dorinta&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;M-am&lt;/span&gt; saturat ca totul sa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79"&gt;devina&lt;/span&gt; complicat,sa iubesc ..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80"&gt;sa-mi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81"&gt;fie&lt;/span&gt; dor ciuda...sa fiu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_82"&gt;trista&lt;/span&gt;...as vrea &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_83"&gt;inocenta&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_84"&gt;copilarie&lt;/span&gt;....vreau &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_85"&gt;sami&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_86"&gt;reconstruiesc&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_87"&gt;viata&lt;/span&gt; ,sa dau timpul &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_88"&gt;inapoi&lt;/span&gt;,sa repar totul...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_89"&gt;sda&lt;/span&gt; fiu eu...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_90"&gt;nebunaa&lt;/span&gt; aia ,care &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_91"&gt;ii&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_92"&gt;placea&lt;/span&gt; sai &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_93"&gt;amuze&lt;/span&gt; pe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_94"&gt;ceilalti&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_95"&gt;fara&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_96"&gt;teama&lt;/span&gt;.am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_97"&gt;invatat&lt;/span&gt; multe:"Sa nu ai &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_98"&gt;incredere&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_99"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; nimeni","&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_100"&gt;curiozitatea&lt;/span&gt; poate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_101"&gt;ucide&lt;/span&gt; suflete","realitatea e dura","moartea e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_102"&gt;naturala&lt;/span&gt;","uneori nu tot e dai &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_103"&gt;primesti&lt;/span&gt;","&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_104"&gt;viata-i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_105"&gt;complicata&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238592228530068487-8630041940696065342?l=nickolamadalina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/feeds/8630041940696065342/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/2010/05/visarefum.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default/8630041940696065342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default/8630041940696065342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/2010/05/visarefum.html' title='visare...fum.'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09439905081327502667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YTIOjF_vwqU/TeQh9AimEcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/d9G919UWxQU/s220/27032011_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5qlummFUBs/S_kbtVwks9I/AAAAAAAAACY/KjDe64raNHM/s72-c/5tgvththst.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238592228530068487.post-3512230900112205502</id><published>2010-04-25T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T11:16:08.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jurnalele Vampirilor.</title><content type='html'>-Ce ai fi scris?&lt;br /&gt;-As fi scris..."Draga jurnal,asta mi-am dat seama ca este in regula sa renunti."Nu-ti asuma riscuri.Ramai cum esti.Fara drama acum nu este vremea.Dar motivele mele nu sunt motive,sunt scuze.Tot ceea ce fac e sa ma ascund de adevar. si adevarul este ca sun speriata,G.Sunt speriata ca daca ma las sa fiu fericita macar o clipa o sa...totul se va prabusi peste mine,si...nu stiu daca pot supavietui la asta."&lt;br /&gt;-Vrei sa sti ce as fi scris eu?Am intanit o fata.Am vorbit.A fost epic.Dar apoi soarele rasare si se intalez realitatea.Ei bine asta este realitatea.Chiar aici.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238592228530068487-3512230900112205502?l=nickolamadalina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/feeds/3512230900112205502/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/2010/04/jurnalele-vampirilor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default/3512230900112205502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default/3512230900112205502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/2010/04/jurnalele-vampirilor.html' title='Jurnalele Vampirilor.'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09439905081327502667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YTIOjF_vwqU/TeQh9AimEcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/d9G919UWxQU/s220/27032011_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238592228530068487.post-3851624270246762861</id><published>2010-04-12T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T10:18:49.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The notebook!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5qlummFUBs/S8NV68c8CWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/v-Ux7MtHtTQ/s1600/17_draga_jurnal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5qlummFUBs/S8NV68c8CWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/v-Ux7MtHtTQ/s400/17_draga_jurnal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459301644451449186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Intr-o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lume &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;în&lt;/span&gt; care &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;eşti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;înconjurat&lt;/span&gt; de un infinit de oameni,prieteni,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cunoştinţe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;in ficare&lt;/span&gt; zi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;îţi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sti&lt;/span&gt; cercul de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cunoştinţelor&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;defapt&lt;/span&gt;  de nimeni  uni &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;îşi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;revarsa&lt;/span&gt; totul celui mai de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;încredere&lt;/span&gt; prieten &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;jurnalului&lt;/span&gt;.Eu nu am.Am avut dar probabil e de mult la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;reciclare&lt;/span&gt;.Dar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;totuşi&lt;/span&gt; cred ca pentru unele persoane ar fi un lucru indispensabil.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Îmi&lt;/span&gt; iubesc prieteni probabil peste limita  dar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;mă&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;gandesc&lt;/span&gt; ca uneori nu trebuie sa te "descarci" lor pentru ca nu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;şti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ce-ti&lt;/span&gt; rezerva viitorul &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; poate...Ca &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;odată&lt;/span&gt; ca &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;niciodată&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Si&lt;/span&gt; nu &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;neapărat&lt;/span&gt; ,poate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;inofensiv&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;îţi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;dezvăluie&lt;/span&gt; un secret,f&lt;em&gt;ăr&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ă&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; vrea!P.S. Aveti unde lasati jurnalele :).Eu ma simt mai bine sa scriu ceva pe o foaie si dupa ce am scris tot ce aveam pe suflet o analizez si  o rup. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238592228530068487-3851624270246762861?l=nickolamadalina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/feeds/3851624270246762861/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/2010/04/notebook.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default/3851624270246762861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default/3851624270246762861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/2010/04/notebook.html' title='The notebook!'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09439905081327502667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YTIOjF_vwqU/TeQh9AimEcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/d9G919UWxQU/s220/27032011_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5qlummFUBs/S8NV68c8CWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/v-Ux7MtHtTQ/s72-c/17_draga_jurnal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238592228530068487.post-3732121123443986833</id><published>2010-02-21T04:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T04:49:54.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>she's inocent.</title><content type='html'>aceste personaje sunt fictive, nu au nici`o legatura cu viata reala. simpla coincidenta)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce zii nu poate fi mai frumoasa decat sambata? Sa ai sentimentul ca inca o saptamana de scoala s-a afarsit, si ca maine zii e inca zi libera. Cand totul e posibil, cand simti nevoia doar sa-l vezi pe el, stiind ca toata agitatia zilelor trecute s-a datorat dorintei de a-l revedea. Astea sunt ultimile randuri scrise de Anna in jurnalul ei, destul ramand doar o simpla amintire in mintea si sufletul ei. Deseori, dupa toata agitatia din cursul zile, isi facea mereu timp sa-si reverse sentimentele in singurul ei adevarat prieten (jurnalul). Dar acum, a renuntat complet la el.. sau ei..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era seara, iar in casa o liniste abundenta se asternea. Anna statea langa geam, scriind in jurnal. Camera era intunecata, doar lumina soarelui ii conferea o noanta delicata de maroniu, care iti linistea ochii obositi. Soarele tocmai apunea, reflectandu ultimile raze in ochii ei albastrii nerabdatori. Odata cu apusul, zambetul ei era din ce in ce mai vesel, plin de dorinta si speranta. Il astepta pe el, pe Jake, cel pentru care renuntase la tot weekendul acela doar pentru a-l vedea, doar pentru a adormi in bratele lui, care ii ofereau protectie si iubire, doar pentru ca dimineata el sa fie primul lucru pe care sa-l zareasca. Inca astepta ca telefonul sa sune, si sa-i spuna "iubito, am venit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dupa cateva minute, telefonul a inceput sa sune. Insetata de vocea lui, a aruncat stiloul, si jurnalul pe marginea ferestrei, si a raspuns..&lt;br /&gt;-Anna, eu numai pot venii.. maine pleaca Mihai, si i-am promis ca stau cu el. Scuze, dar nu pot..&lt;br /&gt;-Dar, mi-ai promis ca stai cu mine.. am renuntat la tot pentru tine.&lt;br /&gt;-Nu pot, intelege!&lt;br /&gt;-Bine. Vin eu la tine. Nu-mi pasa ca stau cu prietenii tai, vreau doar sa te vad.&lt;br /&gt;-Anna, vreau sa fiu doar eu si ei. Ne vedem weekendul urmator..&lt;br /&gt;-Dar eu vreau acum. Mi-e asa dor de tine..&lt;br /&gt;Si in urma acestor cuvinte, ca raspuns s-a auzit tonul telefonului. I-a inchis si-a preferat prietenii in locul lui. Se simtea ranita, folosita, si simtea ca ceva in interiorul ei o opreste sa sufere.. Nu putea plange, desii isi dorea mai mult ca orice. Si totusi, nu a facut-o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si-a luat un film, si a plecat in sufragerie. Era singura, iar pielea ii vibra cu fiecare bataie a vantului, cu fiecare rasuflare a ei. Numai fusese de mult singura, iar asta o inspaimanta. Isi dorea doar ca totul sa fii fost un vis urat, si sa se trezeasca langa el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peste o ora, telefonul suna din nou. E mesaj! Ia telefonul si citeste "hai aici.si mie mi-e dor de tine" Era confuza, nu stia nici ea ce isi doreste. Avea presentimentul ca cineva se joaca cu sentimentele ei. "dar tu mi-ai spus ca vrei sa stai cu amicii tai, si ca ne vedem weekendul urmator".. "m-am vazut cu ei. acum te vreau pe tine! hai.." Lacrimile au inceput sa-i curga, nu stia ce se intampla cu ea, nu stia ce sa faca. Si totusi s-a dus, si-a luat inima in dinti si a plecat spre el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El s-a purtat cu ea, mai frumos decat niciodata. A invaluit-o cu "te iubesc atat de mult" pana dimineata. Au adormit in brate, inspre dimineata. Ea nu a putut dormi, s-a ridicat din pat, si-a luat lucrurile, l-a sarutat, lasand in uram doar o lacrima pe obrazul lui, si o scrisoare. A plecat acasa la ea, s-a izolat de ea, si totusi a jurat ca nu va mai iubii niciodata. Chiar si la jurnal a renuntat, si la el.. singurele lucruri de care era dependenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Iubitul meu, si eu te iubesc, chiar atat de mult incat nici macar sa o arat nu pot. Nu te-as parasi pentru nimic in lume. In seara asta, m-ai facut sa iau o decizie, neprielnica pentru amandoi, m-ai pus pe locul doi, ceea ce m-a durut! Mi-ai promis ca nu ne vom certa niciodata din cauza prietenilor, si ca mereu noi vom fi prioritari. Niciodata nu ti-a pasat daca eu sufar, pur si simplu ai facut-o. Poate acum nu vei intelege, poate nici eu nu inteleg. Dar o vei face.. Te rog, nu ma cauta.. Te iubesc!" A sunat-o.. "de ce?" dar raspunsul a fost doar tonul.. singur lucru care ii ramasese era mirosul impregnat in pielea lui, mirosul a ea, a iubire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar totusi a facut-o, l-a parasit. Acum amandoi sufera, si cauta un motiv pentru a iubii din nou..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238592228530068487-3732121123443986833?l=nickolamadalina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/feeds/3732121123443986833/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/2010/02/shes-inocent.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default/3732121123443986833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default/3732121123443986833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/2010/02/shes-inocent.html' title='she&apos;s inocent.'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09439905081327502667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YTIOjF_vwqU/TeQh9AimEcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/d9G919UWxQU/s220/27032011_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238592228530068487.post-6084753530878398282</id><published>2010-02-21T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T04:48:01.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the end.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5qlummFUBs/S4ErNxjtsZI/AAAAAAAAACI/lj48FanLsaM/s1600-h/2010-01-28_000358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5qlummFUBs/S4ErNxjtsZI/AAAAAAAAACI/lj48FanLsaM/s320/2010-01-28_000358.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440677340481696146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buna, numele meu e Christina si m-am gandit sa-mi spun toata poveste de dragoste vechiului meu prieten blogul (stiu ca pare un inceput penal si aiurea, dar pur si simplu nu am un inceput) Hmm.. nu stiu de unde sa incep:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. sfarsitul primului semestru din clasa a 7-a. Eram singura din anturajul meu, fara prieten. De ce? Nu stiu, de teama primului sarut (stim cu toate care e senzatia aceea cand incepi ceva nou) Era ziua lui, singurul baiat care imi placea inca din clasa a 3-a, si desigur eu eram invitata. A fost o seara draguta, mai ales ca era cu prietenii mei speciali (din vremea aceea) insa ceea ce avea sa fie doar o seara draguta, mi-a schimbat viata. La ora 12, cand i-am urat sarbatoritului "La Multi Ani!" el m-a sarutat.. a fost primul meu sarut, si cred ca cel mai frumos, pe care cu siguranta nu-l voi uita niciodata! Pur si simplu am simtit cum fluturasii mei din stomac se agita, cum simt o atractie speciala pentru el, nu doar simpatie. De atunci timp de 2 luni am fost cea mai fericita fata, si iti multumesc, vesnic vei avea un loc aparte in inima mea (chiar daca nu am mai spus-o, inca simt acei fluturasi in stomac, cand te vad, si cand vorbim) Acum ai ramas doar cel mai bun prieten al meu, si chiar daca ti-am parut o scorpie, sincer nici eu nu inteleg de ce am vrut sa ne despartim. Am suferit mult, si stiam ca tii la mine. Acum regret, insa iti multumesc ca tu mi-ai fost mereu alaturi, si m-ai scos din cele mai ciudate situatii in care am intrat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odata ce te-am pierdut pe tine, am pierdut si legatura cu anturajul tau. Si cu un nou anturaj m-am schimbat mult prea mult, in rau. Am incercat sa gasesc aceea senzatie si cu alt tip, si am casit chiar 2. Cred ca una din marile mele greseli. Simteam nevoia sa-ti fac in ciuda, sa-ti fac rau, si nu stiu de ce. Tu nu gresisei cu nimic, eu eram aia rea. Chiar daca am stat prea putin cu ei, nu am simtit nimic pentru ei, si chiar mi-a parut rau de greseala facuta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desigur.. nu m-am oprit aici, cautam cu disperare un baiat sa ma faca sa te uit, eram prea dependenta de tine, numai suportam. Apoi l-am intalnit pe el, cel care pentru moment m-a facut sa te uit. Insa nu avea sa dureze mult.. a venit sfarsitul clasei a 7-a, iar tu terminai a 8-a. Nu puteam sa traiesc cu gandul ca dimineata nu o sa te mai zaresc, ca in pauze nu vei mai fii acolo in fata usii, asteptand sa ies sa ma vezi macar, asa ca m-am decis, te vreau din nou! Nu mi-a pasat ca au suferit oameni in urma indiferentei mele, ca nu mi-a pasat si mi-am batut joc de oricine, chiar si de cei care chiar tineau la mine. Iar in aceea dimineata, cand te-am vazut cu ea de mana, am simtit in interiorul meu un sentiment, care m-a facut sa cad, sa ma simt slaba, neutila, pierduta! In ziua aceea, am fost absenta de peste tot, nu vorbeam, doar priveam in gol, si simteam o sete puternica de lacrimi, dar ceva ma oprea sa ma descarc. La sfarsitul zilei, am ramas singura in clasa, nu stiam ce vreau sa fac, sau cum sa scap de sentimentul acela.. dar a aparut el in usa, si disperat m-a intrebat ce am patit. M-am uitat la el, si lacrimile au inceput sa-mi curga. Nu ma puteam opri, desii vroiam. L-am luat in brate, l-am sarutat pe toata fata, si i-am soptit usor "te rog ajuta-ma, nu pot sta fara tine.. iarta-ma" A fost prima oara cand te-am vazut plangand, m-ai luat in brate, si mi-ai spus, ca nu ma vei parasii niciodata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au trecut 2 saptamani pana la absolvirea ta imediat, si am fost acolo, alaturi de tine, sustinandu-te. A urmat banchetul tau, unde desigur am mers cu tine. Am dansat, a fost perfect! Nu vroiam sa ma trezesc niciodata, insa totusi simteam ca ceva nu e in regula cu mine, cu inima mea, simteam ca ceva se va intampla.. Dimineata urmatoare ai venit la mine, sa mergem la picnic, doar noi 2, fiind vacanta. Am mers, insa nu a fost ceea ce eu imi imaginam ca va fi, te-ai uitat la mine si mi-ai soptit "te iubesc" nu stiam ce sa fac, inima parca imi iesise din piept, si speriata am fugit. Nu te-am mai vazut de atunci, multe luni, iti simteam lipsa, si totusi mi-era frica sa te caut, sau sa ne intalnim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timp de un an de zile, iti spuneam "noapte buna" in fiecare noapte, si te visam. Inca aveam pe birou singura noasta fotografie impreuna. Imi parea rau, si stiam ca si tu inca ma visezi. Deseori, mergeam sa privesc luna, cu sentumentul ca si tu faci acelasi lucru.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238592228530068487-6084753530878398282?l=nickolamadalina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/feeds/6084753530878398282/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-end.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default/6084753530878398282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default/6084753530878398282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-end.html' title='In the end.'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09439905081327502667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YTIOjF_vwqU/TeQh9AimEcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/d9G919UWxQU/s220/27032011_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5qlummFUBs/S4ErNxjtsZI/AAAAAAAAACI/lj48FanLsaM/s72-c/2010-01-28_000358.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238592228530068487.post-3447792203576815823</id><published>2010-02-02T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T05:43:23.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 thinks I hate about you</title><content type='html'>Urăsc felul cum îmi vorbesti"|"si felul cum te tunzi."&lt;br /&gt;''Urăsc cum îmi conduci masina."|"Urăsc cum mă privesti."&lt;br /&gt;''Urăsc ghetele ta militare"|"si felul în care îmi citesti gândurile."&lt;br /&gt;''Te urăsc atât de mult că mi se face rău."|"Si mă face să scriu versuri"&lt;br /&gt;''Urăsc... "|"Urăsc faptul că ai întotdeauna dreptate."&lt;br /&gt;''Urăsc cînd minti."&lt;br /&gt;''Urăsc cînd mă faci să râd,"|"si mai rău când mă faci să plâng&lt;br /&gt;''Urăsc cînd nu esti în preajmă"|"si că nu ai sunat."&lt;br /&gt;''Dar cel mai mult, urăsc felul în care"|"nu te urăsc, nici măcar pe.aproape,"&lt;br /&gt;"nici măcar putin,"|"chiar deloc.''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238592228530068487-3447792203576815823?l=nickolamadalina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/feeds/3447792203576815823/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/2010/02/10-thinks-i-hate-about-you.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default/3447792203576815823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default/3447792203576815823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/2010/02/10-thinks-i-hate-about-you.html' title='10 thinks I hate about you'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09439905081327502667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YTIOjF_vwqU/TeQh9AimEcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/d9G919UWxQU/s220/27032011_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238592228530068487.post-8062680763124045260</id><published>2010-01-27T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T10:38:46.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>citat</title><content type='html'>Se spune ca sufletele se nasc imbreuna iar pe parcursul vieti se despart pentru a se regasi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238592228530068487-8062680763124045260?l=nickolamadalina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/feeds/8062680763124045260/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/2010/01/citat.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default/8062680763124045260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default/8062680763124045260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/2010/01/citat.html' title='citat'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09439905081327502667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YTIOjF_vwqU/TeQh9AimEcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/d9G919UWxQU/s220/27032011_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238592228530068487.post-54043168831379882</id><published>2010-01-25T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T04:18:39.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Scrisoare Pierduta...</title><content type='html'>Aseara i-a scris o scrisoare!se gandea sa io dea.Whatever,oricum nu sa mai trezit,poate e de necrezut dar dupa acesti anii ea tot ii spune te iubesc in fiecare seara.Si aproape de fiecare data  isi revarsa toate sentimantele intr-un vis cel va uita in 30 de secunde.O noua zi incepe sentimentele iarasi infloresc,uneori iubirea e o planta  nemuritoare,un trandafir rosu ,cu spini,multi spini care te inteapa  la cea mai mica greseala fata de el.Nu va sti niciodata,ea se gandeste acum ce e adevarata iubire si cum evolueaza ea,orice s-ar intampla el e acolo,dar acum o priveste alcumva(iubirea).numai inseamna "saruturi","imbratisari",si cuvinte cum ar fi esti frumoasa,sau te iubesc.Iubirea e atunci cand poti fi indragostit fara toate acestea ,sa te recompensezi ca e bine...cu grija aceea!De necrezut dar asta e,si asta e cea vesnica.E bucuroasa!plange!isi da seama ca nu toata lumea poate simti asta si ca numai oameni cu suflet sclipitor o pot face la un grad atat de mare.Orice ar fi si orice s-ar intampla!Ea il va iubi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238592228530068487-54043168831379882?l=nickolamadalina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/feeds/54043168831379882/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-scrisoare-pierduta.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default/54043168831379882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default/54043168831379882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-scrisoare-pierduta.html' title='O Scrisoare Pierduta...'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09439905081327502667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YTIOjF_vwqU/TeQh9AimEcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/d9G919UWxQU/s220/27032011_001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238592228530068487.post-6016877546153426688</id><published>2009-11-23T12:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T12:38:51.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moda 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5qlummFUBs/SwryvN4OU3I/AAAAAAAAABg/3WcCPZKPCJ0/s1600/masuri+anrigripa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5qlummFUBs/SwryvN4OU3I/AAAAAAAAABg/3WcCPZKPCJ0/s320/masuri+anrigripa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407401195604956018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum ca e aproape sfarsitul lui 2009 as vrea sa fac un scurt top al celor mai dese folosite cuvinte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locul nr. I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criza:..oh teroarea lumii,of! vai!&lt;br /&gt; nu avem bani pt profesori si ii punem in concediu fara plata!dar bani pentru campani electorale sunt!Nu ne da FMI bani..de ce?Pt ca suntem condusi de niste distrusi,incopetenti care stiu doar sa dea interviuri despre ce vor face(desi nimc nu ajunge finalizat),sa doarma in timpul conferintei si sa voteze legi si pentru colegu!si care nu stiu sa urmareasca interesul tari de a trai bine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Locul nr. II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Gripa porcina:Nu mai e la moda gripa aviara acum a aparut noua gripa "Gripa porcina" (multi sunt infectai in tara asta de mult cu ea dar experti abia acum si-au dat seama:)))e la moda:)sa porti masca de protectie.Sa dai bani pe spirt aiurea sa dezinfectezi clasa.Hai sa fim seriosi(inteleg ca exista porci pe caiete sau cei prost crescuti:)),asta ne mai lipsea.aaa!si sa nu uitam de Gripa canina (mezina!)(se manifesta de obicei prin "huoo!steaua si hai dinamo!)...of,sa nu uitati sa va duceti la veterinar dragi mei dinamovisti si daca e duceti si cainele ala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locul nr. III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sfarsitul lUMII in 2012:buey ce faceti ma...cand ma distram si io!:))pentru cei care cred asta va rog frumos cititi biblia.Numai Dumnezeu stie cand va veni sfarsitul lumi...intradevar semnele apar...profeti mincinosi;dar inca nu au aparut toate deci calm iubiti mei calm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu asta am terminat dragilor!Sper sa nu intrati in criza ca porcii nu stiu sa va scoata ei nu stiu decat gripa avutiei si dezinteresul de tara...da las'vine el 2012:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238592228530068487-6016877546153426688?l=nickolamadalina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/feeds/6016877546153426688/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/2009/11/acum-ca-e-aproape-sfarsitul-lui-2009-as.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default/6016877546153426688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default/6016877546153426688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/2009/11/acum-ca-e-aproape-sfarsitul-lui-2009-as.html' title='Moda 2009'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09439905081327502667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YTIOjF_vwqU/TeQh9AimEcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/d9G919UWxQU/s220/27032011_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f5qlummFUBs/SwryvN4OU3I/AAAAAAAAABg/3WcCPZKPCJ0/s72-c/masuri+anrigripa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238592228530068487.post-5437887059223190905</id><published>2009-09-15T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T10:31:04.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vremuri.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5qlummFUBs/SwrFGNxt8LI/AAAAAAAAABQ/J_TXUF84MHw/s1600/artistik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5qlummFUBs/SwrFGNxt8LI/AAAAAAAAABQ/J_TXUF84MHw/s320/artistik.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407351013179781298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="journalEntry-Body"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stau si ma gandesc ca suntem atat de diferiti de la generatie la generatie... Suntem ultima generatie care a jucat "Ascunselea", "Castel", "Ratele si vanatorii", "Tara, tara! Vrem ostasi", "Leapsa", "Sticluta cu otrava", "Hotii si vardistii", ultimii care au strigat "Cine nu e gata il iau cu lopata", "Plimba ursu`", ultimii care stateam sa ne uitam la filme (2 zile inchisi in casa) sau ne jucam toata noaptea pe televizor,primii care am renuntat la casete audio (copiate) si le-am inlocuit cu cd-uri. Noi am purtat jeansi elastici, tricouri contrafacute... si ne duceam cu ele la scoala, la biserica, la fotbal, peste tot, geci de blugi de la turci, iar cine avea firme gen Puma era deja lider de gasca. Dar spre deosebire de copiii din ziua de azi, am auzit atat de Abba, de Queen, de Boney M, cat si de noile nume gen 50 Cent si Tiesto, si am baut Cicolata si Zmeurata de la dozator si ni se parea ceva extraordinar cand veneau parintii de la munca cu cate o sticla de Coca-Cola sau Fanta, fara sa ne fie teama ca "au prea multe E-uri", iar la scoala beam toata clasa dintr-o sticla de suc fara teama de virusi. Am baut sifon, suc de la piata cu 500 de lei, mergeam la furat de nuci, la furat de cirese, de mere, de prune, orice era pe gratis... azi le e lene copiilor sa iasa din casa, mai bine vorbesc pe mess, is dau buzzuri. Noi statea pana dimineata in fata blocului razand, noi mergeam in parc sa facem cunostinte noi, ei da friend request pe hi5, prima tigara prima bere, prima betie, prima prietena, primul sarut... toate in fata blocului... Am fost parca mai sociabili, ne jucam toti, si daca nu, pe bisericute, nu conta, ne faceam prieteni multi; cine dintre noi poate zice ca a avut doar un singur "cel mai bun prieten", i-am schimbat repede, ne-am facut cunostinte multe, acum cunoastem aproape tot orasul... pe cand colo cei din ziua de azi.... ei vorbesc pe mess dar nu se cunosc, trec unul pe langa altul, si habar n-au... Noi am baut primul energizant RedBull si am descoperit internetul. Noi nu ne dadeam bip-uri, ne fluieram sa iesim afara, noi nu aveam dolby surround system, taceam toti ca sa auzim actiunea filmului, nu aveam Nintendo sau Playstation ci jocuri tetris de care ne plictiseam la o luna dupa ce le cumparam si le uitam pe dulap, pline de praf. Este uimitor ca inca mai suntem in viata, pentru ca noi am mers cu bicicleta fara casca, genunchiere si cotiere, nu am aruncat la gunoi bomboanele care ne cadeau din greseala pe jos, nu am avut pastile cu capac special sa nu fie desfacute de copii, nu ne-am spalat pe maini dupa ce ne-am jucat cu toti cainii si toate pisicile din cartier, nu am tinut cont de cate lipide si glucide mancam, parintii nostri nu au "child proof the house", nu ne spionau cu camere si microfoane, ne-au trimis sa cumparam bere si vin de la magazin, si cate un pachet de tigari. Noi ieseam de dimineata din casa si veneam cu noaptea-n cap acasa, certati de parinti.... "unde`ai umblat toata ziua? Ai mancat ceva? Unde te`ai lovit? de ce sunt murdare hainele?". Noi jucam fotbal, nu pe calculator fifa, jucam handbal, mergeam la Sala Sporturilor la baie.... ce vremuri...nu conta anotimpul, ca era vara, primavara, iarna, toamna, noi gaseam ce sa facem... Ieseam dimineata afara, iarna fiind, stateam toata ziua cu picioarele ude, leoarca, sa ne dam cu sania, cu sacu, cu patinele (asa le ziceam noi, le furam din scari de la cablu tv si ne dadeam cu el toata ziua pe alee) sa ne batem cu bulgari, rupti de foame, veneam acasa, mancam ce prindeam ca deja parintii in pat, ne incalzeam la calorifer ca aveam degetele aproape degereate, rosii la fata, toate ne dureau, dar a doua zi de la capat... Suntem o generatie de invingatori, de visatori, de "first-timers"...m`i se pare ca generatia de azi e mai trista... Daca citesti si ai cazut macar un pic pe ganduri, esti de-al nostru!  Nu e scris de mine da mi-a venit direct la suflet.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&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/3238592228530068487-5437887059223190905?l=nickolamadalina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/feeds/5437887059223190905/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/2009/11/stau-si-ma-gandesc-ca-suntem-atat-de.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default/5437887059223190905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default/5437887059223190905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/2009/11/stau-si-ma-gandesc-ca-suntem-atat-de.html' title='Vremuri.'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09439905081327502667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YTIOjF_vwqU/TeQh9AimEcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/d9G919UWxQU/s220/27032011_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f5qlummFUBs/SwrFGNxt8LI/AAAAAAAAABQ/J_TXUF84MHw/s72-c/artistik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238592228530068487.post-7280331654688379195</id><published>2009-08-28T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T09:23:31.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trandafiri</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5qlummFUBs/SpgEZbwJ95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9GLSL2GBsK0/s1600-h/trandafirirw3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5qlummFUBs/SpgEZbwJ95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9GLSL2GBsK0/s320/trandafirirw3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375050990259664786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trandafiri....simbol al iubiri..trandafiri albi...ce descriu pacea si arata cat de pur este sentimentul ce te invaluie...culoarea roz...ce te duc cu gandul la buze si saruturi tandre,delicate...trandafiri cei galbeni...ce park...iinglobeaza...cu o singura privire gelozia....galbenul acela...ce parca dezvaluie,sentimentele aparte ale unei tinere...tinar baiat..mirosul...atingerea...mainile in acel matasos par.....iar cei rosi....trandafiri rosi sunt iubirea insasi....culoarea...te atinge in inima cu o imbratisare calda...ce spune...TE IUBESC...o singura floare.....ce dezvaluie atatea amintiri atatea clipe colorate...in fiecare om...fie diferite...dar toate tin de iubire...acel sentiment...cald...dureros...divin...si parca rupt din rai....si totusi din iad...pe care toti ajungem sal simtim...pentru ca un om care nu iubeste(macar odata)....degeaba traieste!;)&lt;span class="post-timestamp"&gt;&lt;a class="timestamp-link" href="http://nicolamadalina.blogspot.com/2008/12/trandafirii.html" rel="bookmark" title="permanent link"&gt;&lt;abbr class="published" title="2008-12-27T13:32:00-08:00"&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="post-comment-link"&gt;&lt;a class="comment-link" href="http://nicolamadalina.blogspot.com/2008/12/trandafirii.html#comments" onclick=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3238592228530068487-7280331654688379195?l=nickolamadalina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/feeds/7280331654688379195/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/2009/08/trandafiri.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default/7280331654688379195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3238592228530068487/posts/default/7280331654688379195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickolamadalina.blogspot.com/2009/08/trandafiri.html' title='Trandafiri'/><author><name>Nicola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09439905081327502667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YTIOjF_vwqU/TeQh9AimEcI/AAAAAAAAAEs/d9G919UWxQU/s220/27032011_001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f5qlummFUBs/SpgEZbwJ95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/9GLSL2GBsK0/s72-c/trandafirirw3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3238592228530068487.post-6688843904375802562</id><published>2008-05-07T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T06:48:31.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dupa Titanic nu se intoarce nicio barca</title><content type='html'>Totul a incepu intro zi de iarna...fulgi cadeau dansad parca in bataia vantului racoros.Ochi ei se indreptau spre cer fiind fascinata de albul pur,nu avea de unde sa stie ca ziua aceea o va schimba total,cuprinsa cu totul de frumusetile  iarnii...nici macar nu a auzit ca bate la usa,mama deschizand,deodata un cantec de "La multi ani" ia distras  atentia,o neasteptata surpriza din partea unor prietene un tort minunat si o sticla de pepsi,poate ca darul nu pare asa de "grandios" dar vreau sa zic ca nu asta conta,pentru ea cel mai mult a contat gestul,i-a venit direct la suflet(le iubea enorm chiar daca mai gresesc gandul ei o impaca "De asa's prieteni!").Ma rog,una dintre ele nu a putut sa vina si atunci au decis sa mearga la ea.Cand am ajuns s-a uitat la el si am simtit ca ceva incepe sa o domine,abia atunci si-a dat seama ce se intampla,de ce atatea tangente si  privea  totul diferit.Seara a zis sa faca si ea cinste,si ciudat pentru prima oara a inceput sa se gandesca la el.I-a trimis un mesaj "Ce faci?Cobori la un suc?"...dupa cinci minute a primit raspunsul si chiar daca era unpic tarziu la insistentele ei a coborat.Dintr-o vorba in alta,din gluma in gluma am inceput sa observe ca-i place desi pana in momentu ala nu putea sa spuna ca il tolera prea tare.Pe parcursul discutiei cu el am inceput sa simt mireasma dragostei ochi ai inceput sa-i luceasca si ei  de asemenea,era foarte atenta si cuprinsa de el,de vorbele lui.Intrun final a chemato pana afara si a sarutato si o strangea in brate de parca avea sa o piardaEa in momentu acela a simtit ca lumea e a ei,ca ea sunt centrul universului si totul graviteaza in jurul ei si era cuprinsa de un sentiment puternic,plin de magie,era fascinant!Asa avea sa inceapa o frumoasa poveste de iubire.Ochi lui albastri ca cerul intrau usor in mintea si sufletul ei.O facea fericta cu orice, ii dadea sfaturi pe care le lua in seama dar in schimb  o amuzau,priveau in fiecare seara cerul instelat si isi spuneau in fiecare zi cat de mult se iubesc.Se iubeau mult unul pe celalt!Dar intro zi ei s-au certat si nimeni si nimic nu i-a mai putut reimpaca.El a uitato cu totul da ea il va iubi mereu.Un sfat:Traieste fiecare clipa ca poate fi ultima,iubeste intens, ecel mai minunat lucru de pe Pamant!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f5qlummFUBs/SxpwIMvvP2I/AAAAAAAAABw/d6iQGrZDrIQ/s1600-h/titanics.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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