<?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-3476889395067822253</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:38:31.574-08:00</updated><category term='let&apos;s just get drunk'/><category term='love'/><category term='blog'/><category term='dans'/><category term='bal.vals'/><category term='fuck valentine&apos;s day'/><category term='eu'/><category term='10d'/><title type='text'>In and out...</title><subtitle type='html'>Of my life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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trecut aproape un an de cand nu mi-am mai concentrat gandurile pentru un post.Cauze?Hmmm...let's see:&lt;br /&gt;1.Facebook:)))&lt;br /&gt;2.Majorate&lt;br /&gt;3.Vara&lt;br /&gt;4.Radio&lt;br /&gt;5.Costinesti&lt;br /&gt;6.Iubire d'aia&lt;br /&gt;7.Clasa aXII-a&lt;br /&gt;8.Balul Bobocilor&lt;br /&gt;9.Meditatii&lt;br /&gt;10.Mix Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acestea sunt cele mai importante 10 lucruri care mi-au marcat anul.Daca tot s-a incheiat 2011 si ar trebui sa trag o linie si sa fac un rezumat,cam cel de sus ar fi.A fost un an plin de schimbari,mai exact de momente care mi-au schimbat viata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate pentru ca s-a petrecut recent,sau poate ca nu,as spune clar ca ultimele doua saptamani ale anului au fost un fel de "cireasa de pe tortul 2011".Prieteni,oameni care mi-au schimbat viata,conceptii pe care nu le descoperisem inca,si cel mai important,m-am surprins pe mine insami.Se pare ca nu ma cunosteam indeajuns de mult,sau ca imi era frica sa actionez in totalitate asa cum as fi vrut si nu-mi venea sa cred ca eu sunt cea care intreprindea acele actiuni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...m-am distrat..m-am distrat muuult,am invatat multe si acum privesc amuzata in trecut!Si imi place ce vad:)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sper sa spun asta si dupa BAC si ADMITERE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476889395067822253-913628666472613890?l=sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/feeds/913628666472613890/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476889395067822253&amp;postID=913628666472613890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476889395067822253/posts/default/913628666472613890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476889395067822253/posts/default/913628666472613890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/2012/01/review.html' title='REview'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05722427862837643533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--wjFKpcWqhg/TwZAvx0bQeI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rhRQFJPT9-g/s220/Balul%2BBobocilor%2540Teoretic_2011_194.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w6ppwNrgr8I/TwY-OyIJwKI/AAAAAAAAAQI/kRVtkbgGzxw/s72-c/PC299194.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476889395067822253.post-3105617889080093674</id><published>2011-02-13T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T12:30:05.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in life!</title><content type='html'>Ei...se pare ca nu m-am trezit undeva in octombrie,ci pe la mijlocul lui februarie:))Shame on me!Important ar fi sa ma fi trezit asa cum trebuie,acolo unde trebuie..nu pot spune cu exactitate,insa cred ca totul incepe sa o ia spre o directie CAT DE CAT normala si pentru mine!spun "cat de cat" pentru ca este clar ca trebuie sa mai treaca ceva timp pentru a intra pe un fagas normal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar pana la urma ce atata normalitate?Ce e aia normalitate?Cine defineste barierele acestei normalitati?Se numeste spirit de turma,nu normalitate...Mie imi place sa fiu acolo unde este imposibil,imi place sa ma aventurez;daca e usor nu e placut,n-ai nicio satisfactie...Cred ca imi e bine asa si pana imi vine mintea la cap voi face numai ce imi place cu garantia ca imi voi asuma orice risc..la fel ca pana acum de altfel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si...daca am reusit sa-mi calmez apele involburate,am nimerit fix in mijlocul unui tsunami...dar nu este nicio problema..supravietuim acestei chestii si ne oferim un A+ pentru ca stim cum sa abordam fiecare coltisor al acestui val...si cred ca asta e cea mai buna descriere..intr-adevar m-a lovit cu aceeasi forta cu care se napusteste un tsunami asupra unui orasel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prost moment mi-am ales sa vorbesc despre asta:))sunt influentata... de acel sentiment care,daca te cuprinde,greu te descotorosesti de el...maine...VALENTINE'S DAY..bucurie,cadouri.:))desigur,nu pentru mine!...macar sunt multumita ca o sa bucur eu(sper) ceva persoane cu spectacolul pe care o sa-l dam in cinstea....DRAGOSTEI!:))(in cinstea dragostei pe fata,a relatiilor stabile si bine sudate:)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S..pentru noi restul nu da nimeni niciun spectacol?ar fi o idee interesanta sa fie si o zi a celorlalti...si aici..sa intre restul categoriilor:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476889395067822253-3105617889080093674?l=sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/feeds/3105617889080093674/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476889395067822253&amp;postID=3105617889080093674&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476889395067822253/posts/default/3105617889080093674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476889395067822253/posts/default/3105617889080093674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/2011/02/back-in-life.html' title='Back in life!'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05722427862837643533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--wjFKpcWqhg/TwZAvx0bQeI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rhRQFJPT9-g/s220/Balul%2BBobocilor%2540Teoretic_2011_194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476889395067822253.post-7093855163651849947</id><published>2010-09-08T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T13:44:47.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake me up when september ends!</title><content type='html'>Se pare ca cei de la green day au fost extrem de inspirati cand au compus "Wake me up when september ends".Chiar daca melodia a fost rezultatul mortii tatului lui billie joe,aceasta a reusit sa aiba o priza mai mare la public datorita in primul rand refrenului, in care multi se regasesc in aceasta perioada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,se pare ca ceva malefic,ceva supranatural,ceva pe care in acest moment nu mi-l pot explica se petrece in aceasta perioada a anului.Din cauza neuronilor mei care nu sunt in stare sa retina o cantitate foarte mare de informatie,nu bag mana in foc ca anul trecut ma regaseam printre aceste acorduri.Insa....insa.....de ce anul acesta,mai concret de ce nu inceputul acesta de toamna nu ar oferi melodiei sansa de a-mi marca trairile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probabil din cauza planetelor care nu sunt in stare sa se alinieze cum trebuie sau din alte cauze nestiute,chestia asta numita inima a trebuit sa suporte destule socuri pe care mi le-am administrat singura sau altii...Cred ca mi-am pierdut controlul asupra propriei persoane.Fac cele mai bune,minunate dar nesatisfacatoare alegeri.Ma simt atrasa de imposibil....e ca si cum ai vrea sa incalci o regula care este strict interzisa,ca si cum ai vrea sa faci ceva pe care niciodata fiinta nu ti l-ar putea permite sa-l faci,insa care iti hraneste atat de mult sufletul si reuseste sa te aduca pe o linie de plutire,dar o plutire lina,magnifica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like YOU're my only drug!Simt ca o mana a destinului mi-a plesnit una incat am ramas cu vanatai care imi marcheaza fiecare suflare,fiecare gand,fiecare minut.Chiar si atunci cand nu sunt rationala,adica atunci cand trebuie sa imi iau doza de odihna,chiar si atunci ma controlezi,chiar si atunci ma inalti cu prezenta ta profana.Si in fiecare clipa imi vine sa ma invinetesc si eu si mai tare cand imi aduc aminte ca ai fost acolo mereu...dar,ca intotdeauna cauti ceva chiar si la mare distanta,cand de fapt,ceea ce vroiai se afla exact langa tine...exact acolo unde trebuia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momentam I'm fucking speechless si constat cu stupoare ca nu m-am mai regasit in aceasta stare de mult,sau mai degraba,deloc.Si asta ma intriga si mai mult,asta ma face si mai mult sa cred ca vad adanc si vad extrem de bine.Esti incredibil,dar ma enervezi atat de tare in acelasi timp.Ridica putin pleoapa si fa ochii mari!Hai!Cu mult curaj!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca toata chestia asta se va tremina,mai mult sau mai putin cu bine,tocmai d'asta vreau sa ma trezesc undeva prin octombrie.Vrea sa ma trezesc mai repede pentru ca simt cum nu mai am aer din cauza ta...dar e atat de euforica aceasta chestie incat ma incapatanez sa o infrunt din plin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476889395067822253-7093855163651849947?l=sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/feeds/7093855163651849947/comments/default' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--wjFKpcWqhg/TwZAvx0bQeI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rhRQFJPT9-g/s220/Balul%2BBobocilor%2540Teoretic_2011_194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476889395067822253.post-2742121298721691612</id><published>2010-06-25T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T14:07:21.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbatii se imaprt in 5 categorii dupa 3 criterii..</title><content type='html'>CRITERIILE SUNT:&lt;br /&gt;1.Bautura pe care o consuma;&lt;br /&gt;2.Mijlocul de transport folosit;&lt;br /&gt;3.Cu cine satisfac nevoile sexuale;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CATEGORIILE SUNT:&lt;br /&gt;1.Whisky-Mercedes-Amanta;&lt;br /&gt;2.Coniac-Masina statuui-Secretara;&lt;br /&gt;3.Pepsi-Dacia personala-Autostopista;&lt;br /&gt;4.Ceai-Tramvai-Nevasta;&lt;br /&gt;5.Apa-Talpa-LABA;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476889395067822253-2742121298721691612?l=sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/feeds/2742121298721691612/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476889395067822253&amp;postID=2742121298721691612&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476889395067822253/posts/default/2742121298721691612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476889395067822253/posts/default/2742121298721691612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/2010/06/barbatii-se-imaprt-in-5-categorii-dupa.html' title='Barbatii se imaprt in 5 categorii dupa 3 criterii..'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05722427862837643533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--wjFKpcWqhg/TwZAvx0bQeI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rhRQFJPT9-g/s220/Balul%2BBobocilor%2540Teoretic_2011_194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476889395067822253.post-9128136003940320955</id><published>2010-06-02T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T13:49:16.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi-e dor de mare.Imi place la mare ca....</title><content type='html'>Pff...greu...incerc de cateva minute sa gasesc cuvintele potrivite si nu-mi iese....sa gasesc descrierea perfecta si nu reusesc..pentru ca a reusit sa devina mai mult decat credeam,mai mult decat n-as fi crezut prima oara si niciodata...si totul a venit ca din senin...a aparut de nicaieri/...dar a picat perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Si totusi e ceea ce nu credeam ca o sa reusesc prea curand,e ceea ce aveam nevoie atat de mult,si a avut si mai mare impact felul in care a venit.A fost preludiul,a fost initierea,sau mai simplu a fost cel care a vindecat ceea ce altcineva reusise sa imbolnaveasca.Si a vindecat in asa fel incat m-a facut un om perfect sanatos.&lt;br /&gt;Dar acum remediul a devenit indispensabil,dar oarecum de neatins.Il pot procura de departe,dar nici eforturi de a se extinde spre mine nu observ;caci eu as merge si in maini,numai sa ma vindec complet.Dar el se simte atat de valoros incat nu vrea sa-si arate disponibilitatea de a ma lecuii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argumentele majore si dovezile concrete in sustinerea lor se gasesc la subsemnata:d&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476889395067822253-9128136003940320955?l=sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--wjFKpcWqhg/TwZAvx0bQeI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rhRQFJPT9-g/s220/Balul%2BBobocilor%2540Teoretic_2011_194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476889395067822253.post-7568252837887408658</id><published>2010-05-27T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T01:04:23.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Semnificatia zilei de nastere!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BUJORUL-2,11,&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;20,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daca esti nascuta intr-una dintre aceste zile, e clar ca viata ta va sta sub semnul pasiunilor mistuitoare.Nu exista nici urma de echilibru intre ratiune si sentimente, tot ceea ce faci este dictat de inima, mai bine zis de impulsurile inimii.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esti o fire extrem de sensibila la riscuri, te arunci in tot felul de povesti din care adesea iesi un pic sifonata, insa ai si cu ce sa te mandresti:felul tau de a fi iti asigura categoric locul intai in topul celor mai ciudate si mai pasionale povesti de dragoste(multe dintre ele sunt povesti interzise,ascunse,sau pur si simplu,imposibile-acestea,de altfel te atrag cel mai tare).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Punctele tale forte sunt loialitatea fata de prieteni, generozitatea, forta cu care duci la capat lucrurile, in timp ce defectele sunt nesiguranta, lasitatea,invidia si posesivitatea.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toate acestea sunt date de o timiditate excesiva, care alterneaza cu nevoia de a te impune, de a fi in centrul atentiei.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CA SA VEZI!:));;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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nastere!'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05722427862837643533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--wjFKpcWqhg/TwZAvx0bQeI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rhRQFJPT9-g/s220/Balul%2BBobocilor%2540Teoretic_2011_194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476889395067822253.post-6529210217148943818</id><published>2010-05-12T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T12:15:26.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Draga blogule,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se pare ca te-am cam abondonat in ultimul timp!:DPoate pentru ca nu am avut nicio idee,poate pentru ca am tinut mai mult in mine decat sa fac din problemele mele existentiale un tabu,poate ca sunt sictirita de toti si toate,poate ca e asa de frumos afara incat profit din plin...si as mai avea motive dar...ma rezum deocamdata la acestea:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa zicem ca nici acum nu debordez de idei, insa merge de un post.Am gasit intr-o carte foarte inspirata intitulata "Sunt aiurita si SE IA"un pasaj foarte interesant care suna cam asa:"Iubirea e oricum o decizie.Ca fericirea.Poti decide sa iubesti pe cineva sau nu,poti decide sa fii fericit sau nu.Restul e doar "atasament" fata de o idee".Spuneti voi ca nu este explicatia tuturor enigmelor...si odata cu aceasta sintagma mi-a venit in minte si o explicatie rationala pentru toate aceste "sentimente".Ideea de baza este ca al nostru creieras provoaca anumite senzatii la respectivi stimuli,cum ar fi o imagine,o amintire....si astfel se creeaza senzatia de iubire sau de fericire....nu stiu daca este neaparat corect psihologic insa asta e ceea ce pot afirma eu. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                        &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S-r9J0knI-I/AAAAAAAAAO4/yT_5ktgi1pw/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 171px; HEIGHT: 163px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470463042567742434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S-r9J0knI-I/AAAAAAAAAO4/yT_5ktgi1pw/s400/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In final,ideea de baza este ca ador aceasta melodie:D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JpVq5IOay48&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JpVq5IOay48&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" 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type='text'>Mirrors</title><content type='html'>Priveste-te in oglinda.Iti place ce vezi?Sau dincolo de acei ochi intunecati se ascunde o minte la fel de sumbra?Chiar crezi ca zambetul acela pervers cu o tenta de inocenta va schimba in vreun fel faptul ca ratiunea a fost plecata pe o croaziera si a uitat sa se mai intoarca?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai uita-te o data!Si inca o data!Uita-te pana vei ajunge la stadiul in care vei recunoaste ca setea de informatie te-a transformat intr-un om de nimic!Si macar daca te-ar fi ajutat la ceva...Singurul lucru bun a fost acela de a-i atentiona pe cei care te credeau prieten asupra adevaratei tale personalitati.In felul acesta poate ai evitat un tsunami si mai mare pe care l-ai fi provocat mai tarziu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai...mai trage putin cu ochiul la oglinda aia!Ce iti sugereaza?Cumva ca are in brate un om care a trecut la un stadiu superior?Si nu ma refer la cel al inteligentei, ci dimpotriva, la cel al nesimtirii supreme si al lipsei de constiinta care sper ca peste ceva timp sa te macine.Si imi doresc sa fii atat de frustrat de alter-egoul tau care iti va reprosa cu fiecare ocazie ca ti-ai tradat prietenii si pe cei care ti-au fost aproape cand erai ingropat pana peste cap in rahat.Iar acum, cand ai iesit de acolo numai datorita ajutorului lor, ai inceput sa te scuturi,improscandu-l in toti cei care erau in apropierea ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acest alter-ego, sa-l numim "O", va riposta de fiecare data cand vei incerca sa repari ceva,cand vei incerca sa-i ajuti pe ceilalti sa se stearga de cacaoa cu care tu i-ai manjit.Acesta iti va interzice cu desavarsire sa mai faci ceva in privinta aceasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si vei ramane singur, doar tu si "O" si o usa de metal sau cateva bare de fier care iti vor interzice accesul in lumea mirosind a iasomie,refacandu-se singura dupa atacul tau.Atunci"O" iti va arata intr-adevar adevarata valoare a ta,care se afla probabil undeva pe o scara de la -infinit la 0 si iti vei blestema singur zilele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te rog mai spune ceva sau taci!Dar daca taci,fii constient ca peste ceva vreme nimeni nu o sa te mai asculte!Vad ca nu zici nimic...Ne para rau,Mariana!Timpul tau s-a scurs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uita-te si cu celalalt ochi la oglinda!Indrazneste!Si spune-mi ce vezi in spatele tau!Esti capabil sa iti asumi ca toti cei pe care ii vezi sunt in stadiul acela din cauza ta?!!Ah...imi soptesti ca nu ii vezi!Probabil prezenta ta ii determina sa ridice un mare zid intre voi."O" ii vede?Da...normal,dintre voi 2, el este cel care reprezinta partea ta cat de cat pozitiva pentru ca nu cred ca esti chiar un monstru.Sau ma insel??:-?Vad ca "O" este capabil sa gestioneze trairile celorlalti insa este acaparat de tine,om fara valori morale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa spunem ca pentru nu insemni nimic,dar nu te-ai gandit la prietenii lui"O",daca de ai tai nu ti-a pasat?Nu ai stat si ai reflectat macar pentru o secunda ca viata ta se invarte in jurul lor?Nu ai fost capabil sa constientizezi ca ei au fost puntea ta, ca ei ti-au marcat viata intr-un mod pozitiv iar tu le-ai intors-o in cel mai crunt si jalnic mod?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu..nici macar o clipa nu ai vrut sa faci cum zice...sa te uiti macar cand te ridici de pe WC in oglinda,ca tot esti acolo.Si sa te uiti si in urma ta...acela esti tu!Iar"O" tocmai a tras apa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476889395067822253-6771120437943753794?l=sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/feeds/6771120437943753794/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476889395067822253&amp;postID=6771120437943753794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' 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drag!</title><content type='html'>Incetul cu incetul am inceput sa descopar ca lumea este "un ziar haios citit invers".Si astfel nu e deloc amuzant!Am inceput sa capat si mai multa imunitate la prostie,frustrare,incompetenta.Cele mai recente evenimente m-au facut sa ma conving de faptul ca aerul pe care il inspiram cu totii la fel, este expirat in cele mai ciudate moduri posibile!Normal ca mie mi se par ciudate,atata timp cat nu pot sa expir exact la fel ca cel de langa mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am mai invatat ca diplomatia,felul in care pui problema este extrem de important!Daca stii sa atingi persoana respectiva in punctele cele mai sensibile fara sa ai o atitudine de mahala,repercusiunile vor fi de doua ori mai bune decat te asteptai!Problema este ca in ziua de azi nu toti reusesc sa descifreze subtilitatile si astfel apeleaza la cel mai comun si simplu mod de a iti raspunde:Jignirea!Ce conteaza ca scrii "ti-ai,ti-am,sa-mi" impreunat,"scrii" cu un singur "i"...daca stii sa folosesti cuvinte obscene care sa sune foarte dur esti "jmenul jmenilor" si nimeni nu poate sa iti atinga gradul de inteligenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astfel,in ziua de azi daca stii sa folosesti cuvintele in contextul potrivit,daca stii sa scrii corect gramatical,daca esti diplomat si nu jignesti inseamna ca esti"CEL MAI MARE TOCILAR"in opinia unora care se aseamana foarte bine unor "cocote d'abia iesite din puscarie" care ar face un mare bine omenirii daca s-ar refugia intr-un desert!Poate la un moment dat isi vor da seama ca faptul ca"iubesc si sunt iubite"nu le face sa para mai destepte si mai presus de ceilalti si vor lua initiativa singure,apeland la un pistol,cutit,pod.Ma risc sa par foarte radicala,insa,dezgustul pe care mi-l provoaca astfel de persoane este inegalabil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa ca,aviz amatoarelor sau amatorilor:In cazul unor grave probleme psihice apelati imediat la un psiholog!Prezenta voastra poate dauna integritatii altor persoane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S:Doar pentru faptul ca ai avut parte de un nou inceput,un inceput la care nici nu visai, trebuia sa ai o sedinta cu tine insuti la care sa ia parte si ratiunea si sufletul, care cu siguranta nu te-ar fi indemnat sa actionezi in "halul"asta!Insa instinctele primare te-au acaparat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476889395067822253-5411316828666423206?l=sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/feeds/5411316828666423206/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476889395067822253&amp;postID=5411316828666423206&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476889395067822253/posts/default/5411316828666423206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476889395067822253/posts/default/5411316828666423206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/2010/03/primatelorcu-drag.html' title='Primatelor,cu drag!'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05722427862837643533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--wjFKpcWqhg/TwZAvx0bQeI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rhRQFJPT9-g/s220/Balul%2BBobocilor%2540Teoretic_2011_194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476889395067822253.post-5915164236063263884</id><published>2010-02-23T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T02:50:24.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empire State of Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S4RIzV8QT2I/AAAAAAAAAOw/hFT7UtMwZ4w/s1600-h/fdsafsa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441554296670801762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S4RIzV8QT2I/AAAAAAAAAOw/hFT7UtMwZ4w/s320/fdsafsa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E incredibil cum niste poze,cum mai exact vizionarea unor poze te poate face sa te simti de 2Xori mai bine;si mai ales cand cei pe care ii iubesti te tin strans in brate,iti dau sa suflii in punga,te privesc si ti se inmoaie picioarele cand vezi cat insemni pentru ei...si cat inseamna ei pentru tine...pentru aceste momente nepretuite,pentru aceste momente care sunt transormate in amintiri de neuitat doar cu un simplu zambet,doar cu un simplu sarut pe frunte, pentru aceste zile pe care le vom regreta enorm mai tarziu, pentru ele,pentru ei, merita sa fac un post...asa..de minima inspiratie, dar care sa exprime multe pentru cei care imi transforma banalul in incredibil, pentru cei pe care imi vine sa ii strang in brate de fiecare data cand am o stare de cacao, care se trezesc chiar si in ceasuri t&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S4RHwaGj7uI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yS5rLRAb_Ws/s1600-h/nono.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441553146736537314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S4RHwaGj7uI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yS5rLRAb_Ws/s320/nono.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;arzii din noapte numai ca sa imi spuna inca o data noapte buna si ca ma iubesc,pentru cei alaturi de care azi am facut karaoke,pentru cei care au ras alaturi de mine cand si-au auzit nota la mate ...si mai nou chiar si pentru cei pe care incep sa ii iubesc pentru ca se bucura de aceleasi lucruri ca si mine, pentru ca sunt geniali, pentru ca ma fac sa vreau mult mai mult de la mine,pentru ca mi-au aratat ca se poate...si pentru toti care ma fac sa ador felul in care sunt atunci cand sunt in preajma lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S:IF I could,I would build an Empire just for us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G9KZWzsoWZ8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G9KZWzsoWZ8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/2010/02/empire-state-of-mind.html' title='Empire State of Mind'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05722427862837643533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--wjFKpcWqhg/TwZAvx0bQeI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rhRQFJPT9-g/s220/Balul%2BBobocilor%2540Teoretic_2011_194.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S4RIzV8QT2I/AAAAAAAAAOw/hFT7UtMwZ4w/s72-c/fdsafsa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476889395067822253.post-213660641230655177</id><published>2010-02-15T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T01:43:57.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For you,Morena!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nu pentru ca melodia este extraordinara(este una dintre numeroasele piese “de sezon” care dispar la fel de repede cum au aparut);ci pentru ca numele de “Morena” era folosit de mine,cici si florela ca “nume de cod” pentru o anume persoana inainte ca melodia sa apara si am ramas destul de uimite si amuzate in acelasi timp deoarece exista o oarecare legatura intre cele doua “Morene”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="55"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/crs17/d68a82378fd1c0.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="durataAudio=231&amp;amp;titluEmbed=Boxer%20feat%20Antonia%20-%20Morena%20my%20love"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/crs17/d68a82378fd1c0.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="55" flashvars="durataAudio=231&amp;titluEmbed=Boxer%20feat%20Antonia%20-%20Morena%20my%20love"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Muzica" href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica"&gt;Asculta mai multe audio Muzica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476889395067822253-213660641230655177?l=sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/feeds/213660641230655177/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476889395067822253&amp;postID=213660641230655177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476889395067822253/posts/default/213660641230655177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476889395067822253/posts/default/213660641230655177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/2010/02/nu-pentru-ca-melodia-este.html' title='For you,Morena!'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05722427862837643533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--wjFKpcWqhg/TwZAvx0bQeI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rhRQFJPT9-g/s220/Balul%2BBobocilor%2540Teoretic_2011_194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476889395067822253.post-6365590162643273582</id><published>2010-02-13T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T13:54:47.447-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuck valentine&apos;s day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let&apos;s just get drunk'/><title type='text'>Let's get just drunk and naked!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S3cfI1X-k8I/AAAAAAAAAOA/TVVX8soBqdg/s1600-h/imagesCA35KK7J.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 145px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 145px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437849311700227010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S3cfI1X-k8I/AAAAAAAAAOA/TVVX8soBqdg/s400/imagesCA35KK7J.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inimioare inscriptionate cu unul dintre mesajele&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:"TE IUBESC", "I LOVE YOU"&amp;amp;CO,&lt;/span&gt; cutii cu ciocolata in forma de inima, pernute rosii in forma de inima, alte si alte simboluri ale "dragostei" le umplu buzunarele comerciantilor in aceasta perioada in care persoanele de orice varsta care sunt indragostite vor sa-i arate partenerului ceea ce simt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincer, eu cred ca acest &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Valentine's Day",&lt;/span&gt; este o imensa strategie de marketing, si in fond, o zi ca oricare alta.Sub pretextul acestei zile, numeroase &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"pitzi"&lt;/span&gt; primesc de la bogatasii cu multi ani mai in varsta ca ele fie o &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;masina&lt;/span&gt;,bijuterii sau astfel de nimicuri pentru unii ca ei.Cu toate ca sarbatoarea nu este a noastra, febra i-a cuprins din plin pe tot mai multi romani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probabil nu voi intelege aceasta &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"sarbatoare"&lt;/span&gt; in profunzimea ei pana nu voi ajunge sa o si simt ca ceva important datorita persoanei de langa mine...Pana atunci insa, vom iesi ca doi indragostiti &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EU si PETRINA&lt;/span&gt;,vom savura o ciocolata calda in cinstea celor care se iubesc:))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476889395067822253-6365590162643273582?l=sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/feeds/6365590162643273582/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476889395067822253&amp;postID=6365590162643273582&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476889395067822253/posts/default/6365590162643273582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476889395067822253/posts/default/6365590162643273582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/2010/02/lets-get-just-drunk-and-naked.html' title='Let&apos;s get just drunk and naked!'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05722427862837643533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--wjFKpcWqhg/TwZAvx0bQeI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rhRQFJPT9-g/s220/Balul%2BBobocilor%2540Teoretic_2011_194.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S3cfI1X-k8I/AAAAAAAAAOA/TVVX8soBqdg/s72-c/imagesCA35KK7J.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476889395067822253.post-9172449041971748461</id><published>2010-02-10T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T11:19:32.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gravity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S3J-FG33fSI/AAAAAAAAAMA/EhEvQcFti1c/s1600-h/imagesCA9WLFOC.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Esti cufundata in &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S3KEUOVfxmI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/crbr_r-Qibc/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436553183170119266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S3KEUOVfxmI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/crbr_r-Qibc/s400/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;abisul dorintelor, al iubirii, al singuratatii;esti deconectata de la realitate, ti-ai semnat singura condamnarea la o viata intr-o lume a nimanui, o lume fondata de milioane de neuroni;este lumea in care te regasesti intrutotul,chiar si atunci cand incerci sa negi acest lucru.Nu ai ezitat niciodata sa impartasesti cu ceilalti aventurile prin care ai trecut, chiar daca ai fost marcata de ele; nu ai ezitat niciodata sa fii oglinda acestei lumi, nu te-ai temut sa o recunosti si sa o descrii ca pe o parte importanta din viata ta.Si chiar asa este....o parte destul de importanta din viata ta, avand in vedere ca hoinaresti pe acele meleaguri ore intregi in fiecare noapte.Se pare ca nu ti-e frica de intuneric si incerci sa fii pentru acest taram precum Evangeline pentru Ray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai tii minte ultima calatorie?Si chiar daca ai uitat, de aceea exist eu,corpul de care te folosesti pentru a da viata dorintelor tale arzatoare pe care le tii bine ascunse, fiindu-ti frica de judecata celorlalti....eu sunt singura care poate stii ce este in sufletul tau, sunt singura care te cunoaste cu adevarat, si care a fost acolo c&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S3KEi8CAXoI/AAAAAAAAAMY/APDTL5TAENg/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436553435954568834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S3KEi8CAXoI/AAAAAAAAAMY/APDTL5TAENg/s320/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;u tine si ultima data.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il vedeai nu foarte departe, insa nu destul de aproape pentru a-i asculta rasuflarea, pentru a-i simti buzele de care iti era asa de dor si care te faceau sa zbori atunci cand se sincronizau cu ale tale.Acum insa parca nici tu nici el nu va mai temeati de nimic...Printr-un simplu gest te-a chemat sa urci catre el,catre momentul care nu intarzia sa vina...O lunga imbratisare te-a facut sa simti cum ii alergi prin vene, ai tresarit cand si-a trecut incet degetele prin parul tau si inevitabilul s-a produs...iti era dor, tanjeai dupa un asemenea moment impartasit numai cu el...el era acum pentru tine tot ce conta...Si te-am vazut cum ai trecut peste toti si toate ca aceasta intalnire sa nu fie ultima...ai persista&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S3KE0UhhOzI/AAAAAAAAAMg/oOEPQ1O9-sQ/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436553734586972978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S3KE0UhhOzI/AAAAAAAAAMg/oOEPQ1O9-sQ/s320/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t cu incapatanare si cu o sete nebuna de viata pentru a avea lumea doar pentru tine si el...si cineva ti-a auzit gandurile si a reusit sa faca asta pentru tine...ti-a oferit pret de cateva momente aceasta sansa.Nu ai fost dezamagita ca a durat atat de putin, pentru ca el reprezenta infinitul pentru tine, si la fel si secundele alaturi de el...a reusit sa-ti creeze impresia ca ai fost acolo dintotdeauna si ca asa veti ramane mereu...Si dintr-o data n-ai mai simtit acea caldura,acea pasiune langa tine...Il cautai confuza peste tot unde fuseseti si cand credeai ca l-ai gasit ai dat peste parfumul lui care ramasese imprimat pana si in moleculele de oxigen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai ramas singura in mijlocul abisului,iar de acolo m-am apropiat de tine si ti-am deschis incet ochii.Te-am luat din spatiul sacru si ti-am reinnodat legatura cu cel profan...Si ai ramas cu gandul tot la acea lume...te fascineaza mai mult...acolo esti cine vrei sa fii alaturi de cine vrei sa fii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L5wtaCUQij8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L5wtaCUQij8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476889395067822253-9172449041971748461?l=sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/feeds/9172449041971748461/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476889395067822253&amp;postID=9172449041971748461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476889395067822253/posts/default/9172449041971748461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476889395067822253/posts/default/9172449041971748461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/2010/02/gravity.html' title='Gravity'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05722427862837643533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--wjFKpcWqhg/TwZAvx0bQeI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rhRQFJPT9-g/s220/Balul%2BBobocilor%2540Teoretic_2011_194.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S3KEUOVfxmI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/crbr_r-Qibc/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476889395067822253.post-3722019193218039412</id><published>2010-02-03T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T12:40:08.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tipic Feminin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S2nbi17sYoI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WIPfNHb9KSI/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 127px; HEIGHT: 127px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434115817038701186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S2nbi17sYoI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WIPfNHb9KSI/s400/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S2nbQ7mF_0I/AAAAAAAAALw/RUgeife6gdo/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O plecare la munte presupune multa multa bataie de cap, cel putin pentru noi,fetele...Asa,printre haine aruncate pe peste tot,nehotarata pe care dintre ele sa le iau cu mine,mi-am mai facut timp pentru a scrie un post dedicat baietilor...pentru a va impartasi si voua ca viata nu este atat de usoara...&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Life Sucks!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Plecare la munte=&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nepasare,Bagaje multe,Haine,Pralina,&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dor de Petrina,Dor de Alex,Bravo Bianca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nehotarare&lt;/span&gt;,"Ce greu e sa fiu eu!",Blugi, Bluze,Necesitati, Vreau sa plec!, Nu vreau sa plec,Ce fac acolo?, Cum ma distrez?,O sa-mi lipseasca Fetestiul,&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Urasc Fetestiul&lt;/span&gt;,Iubesc persoanele naturale si inteligente, Urasc oamenii falsi,Se termina vacanta,Nu vreau la scoala,Vreau la colegii mei,M-am plictisit de calculator,Vreau la calculator,O ninge la munte?,&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cand o sa invat sa schiez?,&lt;/span&gt; Ce o sa-mi cumpar?, Cat ma va tine bateria?,Patinoar,Partie,Zapada,Ionut macinat de foarte multe intrebari...prea multe!,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nici nu stiu ce vreau de la viata...Ma aflu in acele momente in care nu as mai vrea nimic decat sa ma rup de lume si de tot ceea ce ma inconjoara, sa traiesc intr-un loc in care totul este cladit dupa placul meu,cu toate ca inca nu imi pot imagina acel loc...Si ma macina intrebarea:&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ce este viata?&lt;/span&gt; de ce alergam dupa nimic, de ce traim dupa niste reguli,cine a impus aceste reguli morale,de ce trebuie sa ne bucuram,de ce trebuie sa fim tristi,&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;de ce?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intr-un final ma intorc la bagajele mele, la geamantanul care parca se ocupa cu nimicuri, nemaiavand loc si pentru altceva...&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;luati de aici baieti&lt;/span&gt;...in ce stare poate ajunge o fata sub stresul bagajelor! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476889395067822253-3722019193218039412?l=sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/feeds/3722019193218039412/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476889395067822253&amp;postID=3722019193218039412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476889395067822253/posts/default/3722019193218039412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476889395067822253/posts/default/3722019193218039412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/2010/02/tipic-feminin.html' title='Tipic Feminin'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05722427862837643533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--wjFKpcWqhg/TwZAvx0bQeI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rhRQFJPT9-g/s220/Balul%2BBobocilor%2540Teoretic_2011_194.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S2nbi17sYoI/AAAAAAAAAL4/WIPfNHb9KSI/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476889395067822253.post-701458365654834747</id><published>2010-02-02T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T04:27:16.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smells like teen spirit!</title><content type='html'>Cu fiecare zi ce trece relizez din ce in ce mai mult ca traim intr-un oras limitat, un oras in care nu poti trece anumite bariere,in care clipele iti sunt irosite fara nicio urma de remuscare...este un loc fara viitor, un loc trist, unde timpul iti este incarcat cu plimbari care devin un deja-vu dupa aproximativ 10 minute...din lipsa de ocupatie tinerii acestui oras recurg la maniere specifice pentru a scapa din monotonia unei seri banale...pentru a va face o imagine asupra a ceea ce se poate intampla atunci cand niste copii loviti in crestetul capului de un val enorm de plicitseala incearca sa combata orice urma de banal, sa uite ca traiesc intr-un loc fatidic,priviti urmatoarea intamplare:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa a inceput totul:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S2kzTkEa3GI/AAAAAAAAAIY/tSTfzmmPYig/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 272px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433930836591959138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S2kzTkEa3GI/AAAAAAAAAIY/tSTfzmmPYig/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1-"iubi,iubi,stiu ca ma iubesti,dar nu chiar aici"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Andrei,nemultumit fiind ca ii fac poze si-a propus sa se "razbune".Fata lui exprima multe   &lt;br /&gt;,dar adevaratul gand era ca noi sa ajungem in zapada....nu ca noi n-am fi vrut:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S2k5wBrRjPI/AAAAAAAAAJg/tqlxcPv3z2E/s1600-h/100_7514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 335px; HEIGHT: 302px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433937922645658866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S2k5wBrRjPI/AAAAAAAAAJg/tqlxcPv3z2E/s320/100_7514.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3Si nu era singurul care avea acelasi gand malefic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                               &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S2kzVbTMvNI/AAAAAAAAAI4/s_j0nOFsRBQ/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 334px; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433930868597767378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S2kzVbTMvNI/AAAAAAAAAI4/s_j0nOFsRBQ/s320/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;4."hey,you...baietii trebuie sa faca asta,nu tu!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S2k7u8gidaI/AAAAAAAAAJo/NcwJX4s7nxM/s1600-h/100_7553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 335px; HEIGHT: 300px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433940103101838754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S2k7u8gidaI/AAAAAAAAAJo/NcwJX4s7nxM/s320/100_7553.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5."Gata,gata....ma arunc singura....nu vreau sa stiu ce va poate capul!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S2k8VsTU_9I/AAAAAAAAAJw/UhCBed4gV5A/s1600-h/100_7555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 332px; HEIGHT: 240px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433940768766361554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S2k8VsTU_9I/AAAAAAAAAJw/UhCBed4gV5A/s320/100_7555.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6."Baieti,v-am spus...nu e nevoie..!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S2k9FT8YJ0I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/l_J1hbFSXrk/s1600-h/100_7557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 334px; HEIGHT: 282px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433941586861369154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S2k9FT8YJ0I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/l_J1hbFSXrk/s320/100_7557.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7."Presimt ca nu o sa se termine deloc bine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S2k90_ukeNI/AAAAAAAAAKA/QL5NHkl3Dh8/s1600-h/100_7561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 341px; HEIGHT: 268px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433942406068467922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S2k90_ukeNI/AAAAAAAAAKA/QL5NHkl3Dh8/s320/100_7561.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8."Acesta a fost momentul crucial, apogeul acestei intamplari:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-554bb61345a979cd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D554bb61345a979cd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331742229%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D85CF5517D66DA16DFD67F0E8C5E48B536ED5E232.5EDC5A8E23EB2184C0953DAEDDC202D8A61775FE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D554bb61345a979cd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DoE3xtqCa6EgagNR3xfcbgJxKas8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D554bb61345a979cd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331742229%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D85CF5517D66DA16DFD67F0E8C5E48B536ED5E232.5EDC5A8E23EB2184C0953DAEDDC202D8A61775FE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D554bb61345a979cd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DoE3xtqCa6EgagNR3xfcbgJxKas8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9."Well done baieti..."Alex:"aaaaaaaaaa...iti curge sange din nas".."Yupeee....e prima oara cand mi se intampla asta"....lasa ca are cine imi purta de grija...:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S2kzsU2j2OI/AAAAAAAAAJI/f6uzE3Isie0/s1600-h/100_7582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 332px; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433931262004025570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S2kzsU2j2OI/AAAAAAAAAJI/f6uzE3Isie0/s320/100_7582.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distractia a continuat si a doua seara, seara in care toata lumea care stia de aceasta intamplare ma consola pe mine si pe nasucul meu care primise un croseu de stanga de la genunchiul care era tot al meu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S2kzUF_bIeI/AAAAAAAAAIg/yfUypphO-8Q/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 275px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433930845697810914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S2kzUF_bIeI/AAAAAAAAAIg/yfUypphO-8Q/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S2lUiTRwqTI/AAAAAAAAALQ/1crcwJsyDjQ/s1600-h/100_7637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 325px; HEIGHT: 263px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433967373666265394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S2lUiTRwqTI/AAAAAAAAALQ/1crcwJsyDjQ/s320/100_7637.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S2lCjUTnPnI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ML5ZaMwpjZ4/s1600-h/100_7635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433947599913041522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S2lCjUTnPnI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ML5ZaMwpjZ4/s320/100_7635.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S2lZl_54CGI/AAAAAAAAALo/h4n7cUb0CN4/s1600-h/100_7697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 340px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433972934743427170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S2lZl_54CGI/AAAAAAAAALo/h4n7cUb0CN4/s320/100_7697.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S2lWBOzOhnI/AAAAAAAAALY/P02P44czf6o/s1600-h/100_7660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 332px; HEIGHT: 285px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433969004552029810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S2lWBOzOhnI/AAAAAAAAALY/P02P44czf6o/s320/100_7660.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S2lYJk-tKkI/AAAAAAAAALg/LDB8PbHi_yU/s1600-h/100_7664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 312px; HEIGHT: 263px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433971346967964226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S2lYJk-tKkI/AAAAAAAAALg/LDB8PbHi_yU/s320/100_7664.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ce daca mi-am spart nasul, si ce daca am crezut pret de cateva minute ca mi s-a mutat nasul din loc,ii iubesc pentru ca imi pierd timpul cu folos alaturi de ei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca despre ei,adica despre noi scriu, scriu cu entuziasm si mai nou sunt si apreciata...Cicihula s-a gandit ca as merita premiul de Scriitor Superior...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S2kzr6WSkDI/AAAAAAAAAJA/s-dihI3lqUs/s1600-h/100_7572.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ualhzdSB2-s/S2P2C73UCAI/AAAAAAAAAU4/KbTwL-SDooA/s320/premiu+ss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 443px; CURSOR: pointer" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ualhzdSB2-s/S2P2C73UCAI/AAAAAAAAAU4/KbTwL-SDooA/s320/premiu+ss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reguli:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fiecare Scriitor Superior (S.S.) trebuie să dea mai departe premiul la cinci prieteni bloggeri speciali&lt;br /&gt;2. Fiecare S.S. trebuie să îşi creeze o legătură pe net la blogul (şi autorul blogger prieten) de la care el a primit premiul&lt;br /&gt;3. Fiecare S.S. trebuie să îşi prezinte premiul pe blog şi să adauge un link la acest post, care explică ce este cu premiul.&lt;br /&gt;4. Fiecare S.S. care a câştigat premiul este rugat să viziteze acest post şi să îşi adauge numele la &lt;a href="http://scholastic-scribe.blogspot.com/2008/10/200-this-blings-for-you.html"&gt;Mr.Linky List&lt;/a&gt; astfel încât să existe o evidenţă a fiecărui ins premiat&lt;br /&gt;5. Fiecare S.S. trebuie să posteze aceste reguli pe blogul lui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hei,hei...si voi meritati titlul de scriitori superiori:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;a href="http://mylifeinpieces.blog.com/"&gt;Alex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;a href="http://ramonapettro.wordpress.com/"&gt;Ramona&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;a href="http://he-fuckin-hates-me.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pispi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4.&lt;a href="http://www.zazulina.info/"&gt;Taina timpului&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;a href="http://boogie-bubble.blogspot.com/"&gt;Resurrection of Boogie Bubble&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hTWKbfoikeg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476889395067822253/posts/default/701458365654834747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/2010/02/smells-like-teen-spirit.html' title='Smells like teen spirit!'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05722427862837643533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--wjFKpcWqhg/TwZAvx0bQeI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rhRQFJPT9-g/s220/Balul%2BBobocilor%2540Teoretic_2011_194.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S2kzTkEa3GI/AAAAAAAAAIY/tSTfzmmPYig/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476889395067822253.post-8107209040997563967</id><published>2010-01-25T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T10:57:36.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tasty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S13oVoAwidI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rB9B3du4yqg/s1600-h/Tortulete_cu_spuma_ciocolata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430752183894182354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S13oVoAwidI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rB9B3du4yqg/s400/Tortulete_cu_spuma_ciocolata.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As manca o prajitura...Imi sta gandul la ea de cand am vazut-o in vitrina...Nu credeam ca voi ajunge vreodata sa savurez o asemenea delicatesa insa se pare ca nimic nu este imposibil...O zaresc...arata delicios...Timpul pe care l-am asteptat stand la coada a fost neinsemnat si as mai fi stat mult si bine numai pentru a o avea...Un amalgam de trairi si sentimente ma invaluia in timp ce o priveam...Acum era doar a mea si inca nu ma trezeam din ceea ce credeam ca este un vis...Realizam, dandu-i glazura la o parte ca este facuta din mai multe straturi, fiecare reprezentand itinerariul pana la partea cea mai savuroasa a acestei prajituri...Incep incet sa o degust, sa-i simt unicitatea gustului, gust care ma trimite cu gandul la o lume feerica, un gust nemaintalnit pana acum, insa pe care credeam ca l-am simtit si la alte prajituri...Se pare ca in sfarsit ajung la ultima parte, dand de siropul folosit la fabricarea putinor dulciuri de acest gen si exaltarea pe care o simt imi da de inteles ca am facut alegerea cea mai buna...In vitrina cu numeroase sortimente de prajituri, care mai de care mai frumos ornate se afla una singura care intrunea toate normele pentru a putea fi considerata cu adevarat un deliciu...Tasty...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title='Tasty'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05722427862837643533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--wjFKpcWqhg/TwZAvx0bQeI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rhRQFJPT9-g/s220/Balul%2BBobocilor%2540Teoretic_2011_194.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S13oVoAwidI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rB9B3du4yqg/s72-c/Tortulete_cu_spuma_ciocolata.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476889395067822253.post-2878820998783394829</id><published>2010-01-21T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T14:15:51.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing guitar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pentru ca timpanele sa nu va fie afectate, este necesara ascultarea acestei melodii cat mai incet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In scurt timp, cand realizatorul acestei geniale melodii va fi celebru si bogat deoarece va canta in trupa METALLICA la trianglu, vom posta si varianta completa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3c138170db205ad" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--wjFKpcWqhg/TwZAvx0bQeI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rhRQFJPT9-g/s220/Balul%2BBobocilor%2540Teoretic_2011_194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476889395067822253.post-7541995120714415650</id><published>2010-01-20T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T14:00:03.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy three friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girafa si maimuta, pe numele lor cici,gigela,florela si alte apelative sunt cele mai tari si mai importante animalute din jungla mea...Pot spune ca sunt dependenta de ele si ma fac sa ma simt regele junglei;;)...pentru ca mereu suntem una in preajma celeilalte am prins aceleasi "apucaturi" si se pare ca crbl=ul nostru functioneaza cu aceleasi baterii...in afara de capitolul scoala, unde fiecare e "bossul suprem" la materii diferite, formam o trilogie inconfundabila...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Petrina e sagetatorul vesel,destept,activ si capricios.Are o capacitate deosebita de a organiza lucrurile si nu se lasa usor influentata de gandirea altora...Iubeste libertatea si ii plac barbatii care o fac sa rad si sa se simta fericita,dar care sa nu o plictiseasca prin atitudinile lor masculine...Este originala in tot ce face, in abordarea lucrurilor si nu se da in laturi de la nimic atata timp cat ii place ceea ce face...In plus ma iubeste si asta o determina sa imi spuna in fata cand gresesc, este foarte directa, lucru rar intalnit la persoane, lucru care pe unii ii deranjeaza pentru ca de cele mai multe ori adevarul doare, insa ea nu se sfieste sa faca asta...O ador pentru ca e EA//P'is the Boss(cititi repede cu voce tare)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am lasat la urma o prietenie care cam dureaza de ceva timp...o prietena care stie sa ma asculte...nici nu stiu cum ne intelegem atat de bine pentru ca amandoua suntem lei,amandoua orgolioase, amandoua ambitioase,vrand neaparat sa ne atingem scopul....mai grav este cand avem amadoua acelasi scop...dar nu prea s-a intamplat...si daca a fost asa am ajuns la un numitor comun si asta ne-a apropiat si mai mult..e amuzanta,inteligenta si ma simt foarte bine in prezenta ei pentru ca ma cunoaste atat de bine...cateodata ajung sa fiu relativ geloasa cand observ ca nu imi acorda destula atentie,sau ca acorda altcuiva(andrei,petrina)mai multa decat mie...dar asta e de bine...asta demonstreaza ca o iubesc...daca nu v-ati dat seama inca..incredibil dar adevarat...este alex cea descrisa mai sus...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Le ador pentru ca ma fac sa ma simt in jungla "ca acasa", pentru ca in preajma lor sunt 100% eu, nu am nicio retinere, pot spune ce vreau cum vreau pentru ca mereu o vor lua ca atare...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.......Sunteti animalutele mele preferate........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476889395067822253-7541995120714415650?l=sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/feeds/7541995120714415650/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476889395067822253&amp;postID=7541995120714415650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476889395067822253/posts/default/7541995120714415650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476889395067822253/posts/default/7541995120714415650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-tree-friends.html' title='Happy three friends'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05722427862837643533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--wjFKpcWqhg/TwZAvx0bQeI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rhRQFJPT9-g/s220/Balul%2BBobocilor%2540Teoretic_2011_194.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/S1d62frmDvI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WrIQzPoAmKQ/s72-c/100_7134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476889395067822253.post-8625000526237823800</id><published>2010-01-20T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T14:18:23.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leul-Femeia Leu</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;In primul rand La multi ani mie!Astazi implinesc 16 ani si 5 luni:))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Simbol: leul, regele junglei, leonin, stapanul regatului. Matelor astea le place sa isi rontaie prada. Tacticos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Activitate preferata: sa dea ordine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Carte preferata: „Intimidarea pentru toti”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Model in viata: Foghorn Leghorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Idol romantic: Johnny Bravo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Slujba ideala: Seful suprem al tuturor sefilor &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fraza cheie: „Ti-ai facut-o cu mana ta” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Femeia Leu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Femeia Leu este fascinanta, aristocratica, generoasa si foarte revendicativa. Ea prefera barbatii ambitiosi si hotarati. Fiind puternica si loiala, cand se indragosteste face totul ca sa isi ajute partenerul. Ii plac complimentele si cadourile frumoase. Vrea sa fie centrul atentiei barbatului, asa ca nu o neglija. Ii place popularitatea, scoate-o cat mai des in oras. Fii sincer cu ea si ofera-i stabilitate, este legata de casa si va cauta pe cineva care sa ii fie alaturi in acest sens. Nu vei reusi sa o faci sa roseasca, vorbeste cu dezinvoltura despre orice subiect. Doreste sa ii fii iubit, dar inainte de toate prieten, nu ocoli drumul acesta catre inima ei. Sfat: Du-o la cel mai fastuos restaurant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Loiala, de cursa lunga si sincera. Are un magnetism animal fantastic, indiferent de ce poarta. Cauta un partener atent, romantic si caruia ii place sa munceasca. Este sentimentala si amuzanta ...DAR&lt;br /&gt;- Indiferent de cat de linistita si fermecatoare e Leoaica de langa tine, ghearele ei sunt la fel de ascutite ca ale fiarei cu acelasi nume din Africa. Matele blande pot zgaria foarte rau&lt;br /&gt;- Se zice ca o femeie trebuie sa fie o regina in societate, o gospodina acasa si o tarfa in pat. Leoaica tinde sa aplice ultima varianta pentru orice situatie din viata. E unica femeie in stare sa isi scrie singura numarul de telefon pe peretii unei bai publice. Deviza ei e „daca ai cu ce, lauda-te. Daca nu, prefa-te ca ai”&lt;br /&gt;- Poate sa se joaca de-a pisica in calduri, dar e mai interesata de putere decat de sex. Iubeste barbatii cu putere sau care stiu pe cineva care are putere&lt;br /&gt;- Ca tot veni vorba de romantism, ideea ei de manifestari romantice include telefoane in fiecare zi, flori in fiecare saptamana si escapade romantice in fiecare luna. Daca o sa aiba salariul ei personal, o sa il cheltuie pe tot pe augusta sa persoana&lt;br /&gt;- Ii place umorul, umorul ei personal adica. Cand pare naturala si neglijenta, fii sigur ca a exersat atitudinea respectiva vreo doua luni inainte. Rade singura la glumele ei&lt;br /&gt;- Cere foarta multa atentie. Tacuta si regala sau vulgara si nestapanita, in ambele cazuri vrea toata atentia/tot salariul/toata viata ta .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E de-a dreptul amuzant sa urmaresti efectul ciudat pe care-l au nativii asupra oamenilor. E greu sa stai in fata Leului fara sa-ti indrepti spatele, tragindu-ti burta si scotind pieptul inainte. Pur si simplu nu-mi dau seama daca noi, oamenii obisnuiti, facem asta ca sa imitam atitudinea regala a Leului din fata noastra, sau ca sa ne adunam curajul pentru a suporta o posibila predica, deoarece acestor nativi le place la nebunie sa dea sfaturi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mai mult ca orice, prefera sa evite acceptarea de ajutor financiar. Desi ramine deseori fara nici un ban, e intotdeauna sigur ca va gasi o modalitate de a-si reumple rapid buzunarele. Putini nativi isi supravegheaza cheltuielile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Majoritatea sint in adincul sufletului niste pariori, deseori de o extravaganta nebuneasca. Chiar si acele rare feline care tin cu grija de fiecare banut se vor imbraca luxos si vor arata intotdeauna prospere. Leul vrea ca totul in jurul lui sa fie de prima mina, luxos, si va cheltui bucuros cu larghete pe placeri si distractie. El da bani aproape oricui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nativii au suficient orgoliu ca sa se incurajeze singuri, sint destul de destepti ca sa aiba propriii lor bani si Dumezeu stie cit de mult detesta sa ceara un sfat! Sfaturile se cer de la cei care-ti sint superiori intr-un fel sau altul si cine poate fi superior unui Leu?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cu cei din semnul Soarelui nu exista cale de mijloc. Sint fie ingrozitor de neatenti, ingalati si neglijenti, fie meticulosi si ordonati. Le place birfa si se simt jigniti si exclusi cind in jurul lor se petrece ceva ce ei nu inteleg. Leii au o fire destul de fixista. E greu sa-i ademenesti sa se abata de la o cale stabilita, desi ei ii pot convinge pe altii, datorita talentului lor oratoric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pot da dovada de tot atita energie neimblinzita ca o racheta spatiala, dupa care pot deveni la fel de lenesi si somnorosi ca o pisica motaind la soare. Cind muncesc, muncesc. Cand se distreaza, se distreaza. Cind se odihnesc, se odihnesc. Majoritatea Leilor au un talent impresionant de a delega plini de veselie cele mai neplacute si urite sarcini altora, in timp ce ei se ocupa de probleme importante, cum ar fi sa decida cine ar trebui sa fie urmatorul presedinte si cum ar putea fi cistigat nu stiu ce razboi &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GemKqzILV4w&amp;amp;hl=" width="640" height="385" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&amp;amp;color1=" color2="0x54abd6" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476889395067822253-8625000526237823800?l=sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/feeds/8625000526237823800/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--wjFKpcWqhg/TwZAvx0bQeI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rhRQFJPT9-g/s220/Balul%2BBobocilor%2540Teoretic_2011_194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476889395067822253.post-4078172943294205426</id><published>2010-01-08T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T01:43:00.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrare</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;POVESTE&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma aflu astazi, &lt;strong&gt;14.04.2014&lt;/strong&gt;, la cursul de&lt;strong&gt; jurnalism&lt;/strong&gt;, curs care incepe de fiecare data cu un sfat dat de rectorul facultatii, sfat legat evident de jurnalism, mai exact de televiziune.Ajungand in clasa, rectorul incepe cursul spunand ca s-a constat ca prezentatorii care au ochii caprui au mai mare atractie la public.Pentru o clipa m-am simtit mandra ca m-a facut mama cu ochii caprui-negri...Fara sa vreau, o observ in raza mea vizuala pe &lt;strong&gt;"Gigica"[&lt;/strong&gt;colega care datorita(mamei,tatalui,matusii,unchiului, nasului, nasei)inteligentei a reusit sa intre la facultate,fata care cu fiecare ocazie se lauda cu ochii ei albastrii], scotandu-si subtil din poseta &lt;strong&gt;Vuitton &lt;/strong&gt;lentile de contact care ii faceau ochii caprui...poate ca asta nu a fost mare lucru, dar cand a inceput sa-si "etaleze" ochii ei caprui si sa spuna ca asa ar trebui sa arate o adevarat prezentatoare, &lt;strong&gt;eu si Cici&lt;/strong&gt; am izbucnit intr-un ras isteric amuzate si dezgustate in acelasi timp de acest uimitor gest.Mai amuzate am fost cand am vazut-o pe &lt;strong&gt;Bubu,&lt;/strong&gt; care are ochii verzi sustinand ca e un verde care bate spre negru:))La ea se scuza ca e fata de treaba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concluzia:"&lt;strong&gt;Nu conteaza cat de lung ai parul, important e cat si cum gandesti!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota:Poveste inspirata din fapte reale si &lt;strong&gt;adaptata&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personajele sunt fictive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;URASC PERSOANELE CARE AU ASTFEL DE ATITUDINE! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dati un click:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://100ro.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="100 Ro" src="http://www.bannerfans.com/banners/74233_246376.jpg" title="100 Ro" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://100ro.blogspot.com" title="100 Ro"&gt;100 Ro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476889395067822253-4078172943294205426?l=sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/feeds/4078172943294205426/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476889395067822253&amp;postID=4078172943294205426&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476889395067822253/posts/default/4078172943294205426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476889395067822253/posts/default/4078172943294205426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/2010/01/frustrare.html' title='Frustrare'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05722427862837643533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--wjFKpcWqhg/TwZAvx0bQeI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rhRQFJPT9-g/s220/Balul%2BBobocilor%2540Teoretic_2011_194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476889395067822253.post-8891930740502311708</id><published>2010-01-07T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T11:27:54.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GIRLS JUST WANNA HAVE FUN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Este cea mai potrivita melodie pentru a descrie seara aceasta!:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zhdTpeegBZk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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6.01.2010, citesc ce am scris azi, 6.01.2010, insa am gandit pe 2.01.2010:)) In cacat,....ma ingrijoreaza faptul ca imi schimb parerile si mentalitatea de la o zi la alta.....:)) Sau poate e de bine...E un semn:))Nu...dar poate n-as mai folosi aceleasi cuvinte pentru ca am alta viziune acum si nu prea mai imi pasa asa de "amintirile,intamplarile" trecute...incerc sa privesc optimist in viitor:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S: Titlul nu are nicio legatura cu ce am scris...sau poate are:))...Nu...Este doar o replica celebra:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476889395067822253&amp;postID=31104615852364183&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476889395067822253/posts/default/31104615852364183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476889395067822253/posts/default/31104615852364183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/2010/01/tirsanoagaai-pe-necuratul-in-tine.html' title='Tirsanoaga.....ai pe necuratul in tine?:))'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05722427862837643533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--wjFKpcWqhg/TwZAvx0bQeI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rhRQFJPT9-g/s220/Balul%2BBobocilor%2540Teoretic_2011_194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476889395067822253.post-4803148226449587360</id><published>2010-01-06T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T13:03:58.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Astazi, Maine Va Fi Ieri</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S-a incheiat si anul asta.Vreau sa-l analizez,sa ma analizez, sa vad cam ce a fost bun si rau, ce am invatat si din ce am invatat.Chiar in prima zi a anului mi s-a mai demonstrat inca o ipoteza si anume ca o bucurie nu este niciodata deplina, cel putin in cazul meu.;ca in concluzie totul este o amagire si totusi, nu m-am invatat minte pentru ca poate nu vreau......pentru ca imi place.......bucuria aceea, asa putin cat dureaza, este de vis si ma consolez si ma amagesc cu amintirea...pana data viitoare cand cu siguranta va fi la fel!:))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si am mai realizat inca ceva......ca mi se pune mereu"pata" pe persoana nepotrivita, mereu gasesc"acel ceva"intr-o persoana pe care eu o cred ca fiind cea mai potrivita, insa........surpriza.......niciodata acea persoana nu a gasit"acel ceva"in mine.....sau ma rog, nu i-a placut pur si simplu:DSi mereu a fost in ceata, niciodata nu am stiut cu adevarat ce crede, ce simte, pentru ca pe o parte imi arata ceva si pe de alta parte imi arata contrariul...si problema este ca nu s-a intamplat doar o data....asa as fi zis ca este o intamplare...acest lucru se tot repeta....hmmmmmmmmmmm..........ciudat nu?Nici macar eu nu stiu despre ce fenomen este vorba.Aici termin cu lucrurile care au fost partial mai putin bune...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rJYcmq__nDM&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;color1=" color2="0x54abd6" width="560" height="340" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vorbind despre impliniri, despre lucruri cu adevarat bune, pot spune ca m-am pricopsit cu o groaza de prieteni pe care ii iubesc foarte mult pentru ca au fost si sunt mereu langa mine atunci cand sunt suparata, indispusa, ma suporta si ne simtim grozav impreuna.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2ltC1N9JD2A&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;color1=" color2="0x54abd6" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;Aici se incheie uimitoarea analiza pe care am facut-o intamplarilor anului 2009.Bine......acestea au fost in mare intamplarile pe care mi le aduc aminte acum, in momentele in care ma aflu in acea euforie care tine vreo doua zile dupa, euforie plina de senzatii, trairi si amintiri...mai vreau:X....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S:post conceput pe 2 ianuarie,insa avand in vedere faptul ca scumpul meu calculator a fost stricat, d'abia acum am reusit sa public ce simteam atunci....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Punct si de la capat......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Hr_9H-lVHA&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;color1=" color2="0x54abd6" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476889395067822253-4803148226449587360?l=sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/feeds/4803148226449587360/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476889395067822253&amp;postID=4803148226449587360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476889395067822253/posts/default/4803148226449587360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476889395067822253/posts/default/4803148226449587360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/2010/01/astazi-maine-va-fi-ieri.html' title='Astazi, Maine Va Fi Ieri'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05722427862837643533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--wjFKpcWqhg/TwZAvx0bQeI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rhRQFJPT9-g/s220/Balul%2BBobocilor%2540Teoretic_2011_194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476889395067822253.post-766560326983038593</id><published>2009-12-19T10:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T01:25:43.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Strange...:))</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In ultimele zile am fost "asaltata" de o fata mult mai mica pentru a-i da sfaturi....Sunt si ei mici si au multe probleme:)) De la clasa a-5a sunt foarte sentimentali:)) Cred ca e vina baietilor...umbla de mici cu prostii:))Le vrajesc de la varsta asta...Ma intreb cand or fi mai mari ce vor face?:))Daca fetele de acum plang pentru ei...mai incolo...ce se va intampla?Poate sunt eu inapoiata dar chiar mi se pare putin cam devreme sa incepi sa suferi...viata e destul de lunga...si ai timp sa treci prin destule de-a lungul ei...si trebuie sa te bucuri de copilarie cat de mult poti...ei incearca sa se maturizeze inainte de vreme...sa grabeasca acest proces...si nu e bine deloc....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma rog....si cum spuneam...m-a gasit tocmai pe mine:)) Experta in dat sfaturi, doar sunt destul de mare si am trecut prin destule incat acum sa fiu o mare inteleapta:)) Eu?Mare?:))Pe dracu//...mi se pare o mare porcarie sa incerci sa iti cladesti viata, trairile, sentimentele dupa modelul altora, dupa sfaturile altora..cred ca fiecare trebuie sa fie capabil sa isi asume sentimentele si sa stie cum sa le gestioneze...orice individ ar trebui sa actioneze asa cum crede de cuviinta si astfel, sa invete singur din greselile lui..pentru ca eu, personal , nu pot sa invat din greselile altora...nu au acelasi impact ca atunci cand mi se intampla mie...ca sa nu mai spun ca uneori nici din prima greseala nu invat..si o mai repet...pana ma satur...pana imi dau seama ca fara sa vreau am reactionat exact la fel ca data trecuta...si nu e bine deloc...dar unele greseli inconstiente sunt frumoase...daca pot spune asa...eu sincer cred ca exista"greseli frumoase"...pe care ai vrea sa le repeti cu toate ca sti ca nu este bine moral, dar totusi te fac sa te simti bine pe alte planuri...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Revenind la acea fata, am incercat sa o ajut cum am putut si cred ca i-am dat ceva sfaturi, sper ca a avut ceva de invatat...pentru ca sincer....nu mi-a fost greu sa ii spun cam ce ar trebui sa faca...ii spun si pe aceasta cale ca sunt niste chestii minore..insa inca o data...numai singura isi poate da seama de asta atunci cand vor veni altele si mai grele...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Concluzia trasa de mine din toate acestea este ca si eu m-am regasit cumva in comportamentul meu de acum ceva ani buni..pentru ca asta e varsta...si o data cu inaintarea in varsta incepi sa vezi lucrurile altfel, sa ai o alta gandire, si fiecare varsta cu mentalitatea si problemele ei...pentru ca daca mie mi se par "problemutele" ei foarte usor de rezolvat, poate asa i se par si altei persoane mult mai mari decat mine lucrurile carora eu nu le prea gasesc rezolvare...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.:Azi a fost o zi chiar draguta...sper ca ziua de maine sa fie si mai draguta...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faza zilei:Alex:(povestindu-si visul) "Bla bla bla si......si............si.........(aruncandu-mi o privire sugestiva sa ma uit in spatele meu)si.................Carmen(vrand sa salveze situatia):Si......si.....era Petrina......si.....hai fata zi mai departe.............Alex:Moama.....c.b.e....d.c.n.l.m.v......(in soapta desigur) Carmen:Da..chiar e....anu tecut nu aveam aceeasi impresie....chiar s.s.s.e.b....[-(:))...No way girl///:))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;P.S 2:Da..acelea sunt niste codifcari pe care sper sa le intelaga doar cine trebuie:))daca reusesc:))[-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZQ2nCGawrSY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZQ2nCGawrSY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476889395067822253-766560326983038593?l=sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/feeds/766560326983038593/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476889395067822253&amp;postID=766560326983038593&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476889395067822253/posts/default/766560326983038593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476889395067822253/posts/default/766560326983038593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/2009/12/very-strange.html' title='Very Strange...:))'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05722427862837643533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--wjFKpcWqhg/TwZAvx0bQeI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rhRQFJPT9-g/s220/Balul%2BBobocilor%2540Teoretic_2011_194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476889395067822253.post-8613302107442265437</id><published>2009-12-19T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T10:41:13.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unspoken Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Vreau sa imi aduc aminte dar nu pot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa uit dar nu-mi doresc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa tip dar incep sa rad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa fie ca inainte dar este imposibil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa nu fi trecut prin toate astea dar iubesc faptul ca am trecut prin ele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa stai departe dar te vreau aici&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa imi faci rau sa te uit dar imi faci bine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa dispara dar este si mai profund&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa iubesc din nou dar nu ma simt in stare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa am ceva mai maret dar nu exista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3476889395067822253-8613302107442265437?l=sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/feeds/8613302107442265437/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476889395067822253&amp;postID=8613302107442265437&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476889395067822253/posts/default/8613302107442265437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476889395067822253/posts/default/8613302107442265437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/2009/12/unspoken-words.html' title='Unspoken Words'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05722427862837643533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--wjFKpcWqhg/TwZAvx0bQeI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rhRQFJPT9-g/s220/Balul%2BBobocilor%2540Teoretic_2011_194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476889395067822253.post-3741822917828405384</id><published>2009-12-18T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T05:18:22.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BRRR...It's snowballs time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In sfarsit ninge \:D/ ...dupa o lunga asteptare in care credeam ca toamna nu se va mai sfarsi, iata ca astazi un val de ninsoare a acoperit si oraselul nostru...Dupa ce aseara am iesit in parculet ca niste copii mici dornici sa se dea pe ghetus, am ras si ne-am despartit cu greu de Petrina&gt;:D&lt;, care ne va lipsi enorm pana ce va incepe scoala.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416563987401354162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/SyuAP5Q7K7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/bfBtoCIqj5A/s400/images2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si ieri a fost o tentativa de ninsoare, dar mai mult gheata si-a facut prezenta; insa astazi, cand m-am uitat pe geam am ramas uimita de frumusetea albului care parca ma invaluia...eram dornica sa ies afara, insa cand am iesit pe usa, am realizat cat de bine era in casa...ca era mai frumos peisajul privit de la caldura ;;)m-am luptat cu zapada care batea numai in mine, dar in acelasi timp eram foarte precauta sa nu alunec si sa cad:D Cand am ajuns din nou acasa cu picioarele inghetate, i-am multumit lu Dumnezeu ca m-a ajutat sa rezist pe gerul care este afara si am fost in stare sa merg prin mormanul de zapada:))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stau acum si imi aduc aminte de vremurile cand eram copii, d'abia asteptam sa ninga, ieseam la imbulgarit, faceam oameni de zapada, insa acum nu...nu mai iese nimeni ....ce/..."mai sunt ei de imbulgarit si de oameni de zapada?":))...oricum eu cred ca o sa scot lume la imbulgareala..da cand se potoleste vantul asta...ca e groaznic de frig...brrr...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 154px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416563476683461458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/Syt_yKsSk1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/8EE0ND2-Rts/s400/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476889395067822253-3741822917828405384?l=sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/feeds/3741822917828405384/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476889395067822253&amp;postID=3741822917828405384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476889395067822253/posts/default/3741822917828405384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476889395067822253/posts/default/3741822917828405384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/2009/12/brrrits-snowballs-time.html' title='BRRR...It&apos;s snowballs time'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05722427862837643533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--wjFKpcWqhg/TwZAvx0bQeI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rhRQFJPT9-g/s220/Balul%2BBobocilor%2540Teoretic_2011_194.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/SyuAP5Q7K7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/bfBtoCIqj5A/s72-c/images2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476889395067822253.post-5295519741354373570</id><published>2009-12-17T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T10:00:40.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Techno Chicken</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--wjFKpcWqhg/TwZAvx0bQeI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rhRQFJPT9-g/s220/Balul%2BBobocilor%2540Teoretic_2011_194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476889395067822253.post-8942393358093002768</id><published>2009-12-16T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T00:29:02.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's the Way I Feel..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Am zile si zile cand am diferite stari si mi se pune pata pe cate o melodie pe care o ascult pana la "epuizare" deoarece exprima ceea ce simt.Astazi am ascultat doua melodii care am crezut ca exprima nostalgia aceea a aducerii aminte de vara..de vremea frumoasa...de clipele frumoase..:X:X So...Enjoy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nu pot cladi castele din...nisip uscat...8-&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476889395067822253-8942393358093002768?l=sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/feeds/8942393358093002768/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476889395067822253&amp;postID=8942393358093002768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476889395067822253/posts/default/8942393358093002768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476889395067822253/posts/default/8942393358093002768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/2009/12/thats-way-i-feel.html' title='That&apos;s the Way I Feel..'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05722427862837643533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--wjFKpcWqhg/TwZAvx0bQeI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rhRQFJPT9-g/s220/Balul%2BBobocilor%2540Teoretic_2011_194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476889395067822253.post-1584871907080228385</id><published>2009-12-15T05:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:02:07.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>De la mine pentru Eko:))</title><content type='html'>1.O sa te omor, o sa te destram, o sa te sparg, o sa te indoi, daca iti incalci promisiunea...adica ma rog...promisiune...nu e cine stie ce secret, ca sa promiti ca nu il spui..dar e mai bine sa ramana asa...pentru toti...&lt;br /&gt;2.Probabil te-am uimit cand ai vazut ce poze reflectau ce am scris intr-o postare trecuta:)) sau nu....&lt;br /&gt;3.Nu te-am plagiat...mi-au placut citatele acelea mai mult decat altele asa ca le-am folosit...:D&lt;br /&gt;4.Imi place blogul tau...am citit ca ai o pasiune pentru cineva...sa treci pe la mine sa imi spui cine e...:D;;)&lt;br /&gt;5.Sa scrii si tu despre mine pe blogul tau ca eu am facut-o...&lt;br /&gt;6.Ne mai vedem si la anu' la bal:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Nu uita ca anumite persoane care nu le suport, chiar daca te intelegi bine cu ele, nu trebuie sa afle:D&lt;br /&gt;8.Nu crezi ca ocupi prea mult spatiu la mine pe blog?:D&lt;br /&gt;9.Idem 8&lt;br /&gt;10.GATA...iti ajunge...prea multe in legatura cu tine pe blogul meu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476889395067822253-1584871907080228385?l=sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/feeds/1584871907080228385/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476889395067822253&amp;postID=1584871907080228385&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476889395067822253/posts/default/1584871907080228385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476889395067822253/posts/default/1584871907080228385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/2009/12/de-la-mine-pentru-eko.html' title='De la mine pentru Eko:))'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05722427862837643533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--wjFKpcWqhg/TwZAvx0bQeI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rhRQFJPT9-g/s220/Balul%2BBobocilor%2540Teoretic_2011_194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476889395067822253.post-8176821645959305980</id><published>2009-12-15T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T03:37:57.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stand in pat , fara chef de nimic, de scoala, sau de orice altceva ,ma uit pe geam si incerc sa imi imaginez macar ca  ninge..ca afara e iarna...nu ca ploua si e posomorat asa cum se intampla...daca m-as lua dupa vreme nici nu as spune ca mai este aproape o saptamana pana la Craciun...in fond nici nu realizez asta din cauza posomoratei vremi, a cerului gri si a pomilor care sunt inca maro si zgribuliti si nu incarcati de un alb sclipitor...Norocul meu este ca alte persoane si-au dat seama de faptul ca mai este foarte putin pana la Craciun si au inceput sa isi impodobeasca acoperisurile caselor cu diverse luminite in ton cu atmosfera care ar trebui sa fie specifica acestei perioade...peste aprox 1 ora trebuie sa pelc la scoala...e ultima zi de scoala...nici macar nu stiu de ce ma mai duc./...a..ba da,,,.sa ii dau proiectul lui "Arsinel" ca altfel ii creste tensiunea si ma mananca...pot sa spun ca nu am intrat inca in acea atmosfera de sarbatoare...sper insa ca asta sa se intample in curand, sa nu fi disparut acea magie, desi nu prea cred....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S: Am o MARE dilema: nu stiu inca ce vreau sa imi aduca Mosul:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476889395067822253-8176821645959305980?l=sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/feeds/8176821645959305980/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476889395067822253&amp;postID=8176821645959305980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476889395067822253/posts/default/8176821645959305980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476889395067822253/posts/default/8176821645959305980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/2009/12/rainy-days.html' title='Rainy Days'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05722427862837643533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--wjFKpcWqhg/TwZAvx0bQeI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rhRQFJPT9-g/s220/Balul%2BBobocilor%2540Teoretic_2011_194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476889395067822253.post-8223091634204551930</id><published>2009-12-13T06:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T00:26:14.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The same old story</title><content type='html'>Ti s-a intamplat vreodata sa faci bine si sa gasesti rau, sa ai o multitudine de persoane invidioase in jurul tau care sa nu mai stie prin ce metode sa te atace, insa tu sa tolerezi, sa incerci sa fi bun cu toti, sa ierti, sa spui ca a fost o intamplare, dar sa ti-o iei din nou de la aceleasi persoane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ei bine mie mi s-a intamplat din pacate..pentru ca nu pot sa port dusmanie,nu pot sa nu iert, sa nu trec cu vederea..si de cate ori am incercat sa imi schimb atitudinea n-am putut..insa de data asta voi incerca din rasputeri sa fiu puternica,...sa nu ma mai impresioneze toti si toate conjuncturile acelea in care te gandesti ca odata a fost bine...si acesta este cuvantul cheie.."odata"...nimic nu mai poate fi ca inainte o data ce un lucru rau s-a intamplat...cuiele ies, dar raman gaurile...am incercat sa schimb aceasta zicatoare si sa demonstrez ca poate sa fie si altfel...insa asta e un tipar de la care nu se abate nimeni.....So....mi-am luat-o si de data asta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se spune ca niciun prieten nu ti-e priten fara sa aiba cel putin un interes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476889395067822253-8223091634204551930?l=sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/feeds/8223091634204551930/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476889395067822253&amp;postID=8223091634204551930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476889395067822253/posts/default/8223091634204551930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476889395067822253/posts/default/8223091634204551930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/2009/12/ti-s-intamplat-vreodata-sa-faci-bine-si.html' title='The same old story'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05722427862837643533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--wjFKpcWqhg/TwZAvx0bQeI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rhRQFJPT9-g/s220/Balul%2BBobocilor%2540Teoretic_2011_194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476889395067822253.post-7901937124486607775</id><published>2009-12-11T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T00:07:02.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cugetari despre o chestie numita simplu DRAGOSTE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E seara...e tarziu...deci credeti-ma ca imi trec prin minte si astfel de lucruri...si anume ce definitii se pot da dragostei...incep cu o definitie personala, dupa care voi da diferite citate...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EU:"Dragostea este momentul in care esti in totalitate fericit...cand nu ii vezi pe ceilalti din jur cu problemele si ofurile lor...cand simti ca zbori,,,cand ai fluturi in stomac... cand esti paralel cu lumea asta aprox 2 zile dupa ce inevitabilul s-a produs, dupa ce ai fost vrajit si prins in mrejele iubirii...pentru mine "a iubi" inseamna, pe langa lucrurile enumerate mai sus, sa ma simt perfect in preajma persoanei iubite...sa ma simt protejata, sa nu mai constientizez ceea e fac...sa ma las purtata de val...si credeti-ma ca aceasta"definitie" este exact o imagine a ceea ce am simtit cand am fost indragostita...pentru ca nici pe mine nu m-a ocolit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alte citate carora le acord credibilitate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Intamplator oricine poate iubi"&lt;br /&gt;"Prietenia duce uneori la dragoste, dar dragostea la prietenie niciodata"&lt;br /&gt;"Acela care nu a iubit niciodata inseamna ca nu a trait niciodata"&lt;br /&gt;"Dragostea este intelepciunea nebunului si nebunia inteleptului"&lt;br /&gt;"Dragostea nu este asemanarea dintre doua persoane, ci misterul dintre ele"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si lista ar putea continua cu multe...multe...citate, dar le puteti gasi si pe net...In aceasta seara am citit blogul unui prieten si am gasit doua chestii foarte interesante despre iubire care chiar m-au impresionat, si anume:&lt;br /&gt;"Cu cat judeci mai mult, cu atat iubesti mai putin" ;)&lt;br /&gt;"A iubi inseamna a suferi si cum multi fug de suferinta, putin stiu sa iubeasca" ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As posta si niste imagini care sa oglindeasca la ce ma trimite crbl-ul atunci cand spun ca "am iubit", insa cu siguranta ar starni valva in randul multor persoane, asa ca ma abtin ca este cel mai bine...:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oMBa58QYM7Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oMBa58QYM7Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476889395067822253/posts/default/7901937124486607775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/2009/12/cugetari-despre-o-chestie-numita-simplu.html' title='Cugetari despre o chestie numita simplu DRAGOSTE...'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05722427862837643533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--wjFKpcWqhg/TwZAvx0bQeI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rhRQFJPT9-g/s220/Balul%2BBobocilor%2540Teoretic_2011_194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476889395067822253.post-2211738814276607108</id><published>2009-12-11T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T00:18:27.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/SyH0vkuaUfI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Z2XyIWr_9SM/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/SyH2VIFkP_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/RCA6nMJZpnE/s1600-h/la+mare+(9).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413879069884563442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/SyH2VIFkP_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/RCA6nMJZpnE/s400/la+mare+(9).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cat de repede a putut sa treaca timpul...mai sunt 3 zile de scoala si luam vacanta de iarna...Bucurie mare..desigur...insa asta inseamna ca sfarsitul clasei a-10-, cea mai usoara clasa ,se apropie...si asta nu prea imi place....Dupa o incredibila vacanta de vara va veni greul/...pentru ca asa este...din clasa a-11-a incepe greul...cel putin pentru noi astia de la D-ul care dam examenul Cambridge...pfff...Dar astazi Finally scapam de teze\:d/...asta si gata...ne-a ajuns/.///Si pentru ca maine va fi o zi foarte incarcata(oli,repetitii,bal) imi permit sa imi folosesc replica pe care o am in situatiile limita:"CE GREU E SA FIU EU!",fara niciun pic de modestie:))Dar eu sunt adepta zilelor acestora, le venerez, pentru ca nu imi place sa imi irosesc o zi libera degeaba..trebuie sa faci cat multe, sa profiti...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hai bafta...ma duc sa invat la romana...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476889395067822253-2211738814276607108?l=sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--wjFKpcWqhg/TwZAvx0bQeI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rhRQFJPT9-g/s220/Balul%2BBobocilor%2540Teoretic_2011_194.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/SyH2VIFkP_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/RCA6nMJZpnE/s72-c/la+mare+(9).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476889395067822253.post-2154632507378016469</id><published>2009-12-10T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T10:30:42.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentimente dis-de-dimineata</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/SyEwIeGemJI/AAAAAAAAACs/irq_pTosvv4/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413661149153368210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/SyEwIeGemJI/AAAAAAAAACs/irq_pTosvv4/s400/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;OMG....e aproape 9 si eu sunt treaza...nu se poate...am ajuns la concluzia ca melodia Calling all angells este geniala, la fel si persoana care mi-a dat sa ascult aceasta melodie...Am o multitudine de sentimente, ganduri si trairi in capsorul asta care trebuie sa gandeasca asa de dimineata...in primul rand mi-e foame dar mi-e asa de lene sa cobor sa mananc...azi nu mai mergem de la 12 la scoala...o zi perfecta sa scriu...pe blog...imi vin in minte toate momentele frumoase pe care le-am trait anul asta:X, toate&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/SyEzqziUDlI/AAAAAAAAADU/kv6CWPboeME/s1600-h/100_7228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 188px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413665037557698130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/SyEzqziUDlI/AAAAAAAAADU/kv6CWPboeME/s320/100_7228.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; momentele penibile, toate momentele in care am fost trista si constat asa ca de sfarsit de an ca anul asta a fost unul deosebit...in primul rand am avut parte de multe lucruri noi(nu materiale), experiente noi, a fost o vara deosebita, o vara fragmentata in mai multe bucati...au fost momente incredibile prin care nu mai trecusem pana atunci...am simtit ca am crescut...nu in inaltime...ci ca varsta..ca mentalitate...ca am trecut la o alta etapa a vietii...pana si scoala a ajuns sa mi se para ceva frumos...si nu ma refer la ore, ci la momentele frumoase care le poti trai numai la scoala, ma refer la pauzele in care avem t&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/SyE0HJSuuGI/AAAAAAAAADc/k9CAPykcYQE/s1600-h/100_7230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413665524434253922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/SyE0HJSuuGI/AAAAAAAAADc/k9CAPykcYQE/s320/100_7230.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;imp sa jucam 2-3 reprize de "Sariti eu!", in care ne jucam cu cd-ul, in care jucam nelipsita septica...toate cuvintele se reduc intr-unul singur... "joc"...asta demonstreaza ca nu vrem sa ne pierdem copilaria..ca avem pastrat in suflet un strop de inocenta, de infantilitate...si magia dispare cand auzim nelipsita relica "ssssssssssssss" sau "maricica" sau "facem si noi liniste?":))iti vine sa iti iei campii cand auzi toate aceste cuvinte care totusi ne fac sa radem si care au ramas deja in istorie...:D......insa astia suntem...atat de diferiti dar care se unesc totusi pentru o septica sau rad in cor la auzul replicilor postate mai sus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Uite asa din plictiseala am mai spus cate ceva din viata mea si a celor din jurul meu pe care ii iubesc atat de mult cu toate ca nu la toti sentimentul este reciproc...eu ii iubesc...chiar daca ma eneveaza, chiar daca ma sfideaza, chiar dac&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/SyExO1XlrxI/AAAAAAAAADE/d1NlWXktE2M/s1600-h/100_7466.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a ma subestimeaza, chiar daca ma injura, sunt ai mei...sunt prietenii si colegii mei care au fost si sunt o parte importanta din viata mea de pana acum in care ne-am acceptat cu bune si cu rele....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/SyE2DmaHDtI/AAAAAAAAADk/G7C5ItIPeXw/s1600-h/100_4919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 264px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413667662553616082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/SyE2DmaHDtI/AAAAAAAAADk/G7C5ItIPeXw/s320/100_4919.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;P.S: Am observat ca incep sa am din ce in ce mai multi prieteni, amici, persoane cu care ma inteleg bine, persoane cu care rad, persoane cu care vorbesc, persoane cu care ies in oras , si asta nu stiu de ce, dar ma face sa ma simt mai bine...ai un sentiment aparte cand vezi ca esti inconjurata de atatea persoane care macar pentru aparenta(sau nu) iti zambesc.:D...si ma simt mandra de mine:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/SyEwdR5P8CI/AAAAAAAAAC8/t08uXxSKlk0/s1600-h/gvfd.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413668745059711042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/SyE3CnDrOEI/AAAAAAAAADs/U6cpsm6vrX0/s320/100_7471.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476889395067822253-2154632507378016469?l=sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/feeds/2154632507378016469/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476889395067822253&amp;postID=2154632507378016469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476889395067822253/posts/default/2154632507378016469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476889395067822253/posts/default/2154632507378016469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/2009/12/sentimente-dis-de-dimineata.html' title='Sentimente dis-de-dimineata'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05722427862837643533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--wjFKpcWqhg/TwZAvx0bQeI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rhRQFJPT9-g/s220/Balul%2BBobocilor%2540Teoretic_2011_194.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/SyEwIeGemJI/AAAAAAAAACs/irq_pTosvv4/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476889395067822253.post-1794847372702481596</id><published>2009-12-10T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T15:13:27.031-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bal.vals'/><title type='text'>Nu doar o Pasiune</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/SyK6Q7L9G1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/kqhQDwN16pg/s1600-h/100_6745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414094501981264722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/SyK6Q7L9G1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/kqhQDwN16pg/s400/100_6745.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;De fiecare aud la intrebarea "ce iti place sa faci in timpul liber?" raspunsul "sa cant si sa dansez"...ei bine...pentru mine dansul nu inseamna o scalambaiala aritmica pe o noua melodie ci ceva mult mai insemnant...DANSUL, daca ar avea o definitie data de mine aceea ar fi "lucrul pe care il iubesc cel mai mult, de care sunt dependenta, fara de care viata ar fi mult mai monotona". Cand iti place cu adevarat ceea ce faci, cand te dedici, cand pui suflet, totul ti se pare si mai incredibil...si asta nu e doar parerea mea, ci si a altei persoane care practica alt sport dar care mi-a spus ca "atunci cand faci ceva cu inima, nu cu mintea e de nepretuit...momentele acelea scurte in care simti ca zbori, in care esti erou nu pot fi intrecute"...in aceste cuvinte m-am regasit si eu pentru ca atunci cand ma aflu pe scena uit de tot, simt ca zbor,totul decurge de la sine, nu stau sa ma gandesc ce pas urmeaza...dar asta presupune foarte multa munca si repetitie....si cand te trezesti cu un val de aplauze...nu pot descrie...si mai vin si felicitarile de dupa...pff...totul este magic, este inegalabil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Probabil nu doar eu ci si alte persoane ar avea performante mult mai mari daca si in orasul asta de nimic cineva ar face ceva in privinta asta/....pentru ca ma chinui din Mai alaturi de o coregrafa care toata viata ei a fost balerina la teatrul national si a fost instruita de mari coregrafi si dansatori sa ne desfasuram si noi orele intr-o sala optima pentru dans...se pare ca acum se intrezareste ceva interesant..dar...n-are nicio treaba cu autoritatile...pentru ca ne sprijina mai mult de o gramada..tot o persoana a trebuit sa ia atitudine....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sa ne indepartam de piedicile care ne sunt puse in orasul asta de nimic in incercarea de a face ceva si sa trecem la DANS...cred ca am spus destule cuvinte care sa descrie ce simt in legatura cu aceasta pasiune...si ma gandesc cu groaza ca va veni o vreme in care va trebui sa renunt la dans pentru ca intervin facultatea,serviciul, etc...eu insa traiesc cu speranta ca o data ajunsa la bucuresti voi avea timp sa fac si DANS si poate imi voi deschide si o sala cand voi fi pe "picioarele mele"8-&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ca o concluzie, atunci cand faci ceva ce iti place cu adevarat, in cazul meu DANS,ai acorda tot timpul acestei pasiuni...insa oricum..mare parte din timp asta fac...pentru ca in "fetesti siti" sa-l citez pe colegul meu Alex, nu prea exista alte optiuni pentru "entertainment".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In continuare veti vedea o parte din acea seara minunata:X...seara balului bobocilor 2009 la care am fost onorata sa iau parte dansand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/SyFSt1n1fdI/AAAAAAAAAEk/8sgxEahE3dI/s1600-h/(203).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413699174517800402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/SyFSt1n1fdI/AAAAAAAAAEk/8sgxEahE3dI/s400/(203).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="365" height="357" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-27ae4186507961c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D027ae4186507961c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331742229%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D47081BC6EAD9F1A9A7D8616C89DB0F8C4DBF02DC.442788A94A3BDBE0D6D7B69931C8EDB55B866A6C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D27ae4186507961c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTPoZh_E_-GiflhJoISJKy9Rc1FM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="365" height="357" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D027ae4186507961c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331742229%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D47081BC6EAD9F1A9A7D8616C89DB0F8C4DBF02DC.442788A94A3BDBE0D6D7B69931C8EDB55B866A6C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D27ae4186507961c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTPoZh_E_-GiflhJoISJKy9Rc1FM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476889395067822253-1794847372702481596?l=sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/feeds/1794847372702481596/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476889395067822253&amp;postID=1794847372702481596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476889395067822253/posts/default/1794847372702481596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476889395067822253/posts/default/1794847372702481596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/2009/12/nu-doar-o-pasiune.html' title='Nu doar o Pasiune'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05722427862837643533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--wjFKpcWqhg/TwZAvx0bQeI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rhRQFJPT9-g/s220/Balul%2BBobocilor%2540Teoretic_2011_194.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/SyK6Q7L9G1I/AAAAAAAAAFc/kqhQDwN16pg/s72-c/100_6745.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476889395067822253.post-7019178676296173095</id><published>2009-12-09T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T11:54:25.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mate pe intuneric</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/SyAHWgbhH9I/AAAAAAAAACE/l89rtRhM8LM/s1600-h/imagesrtfd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 152px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413334835343204306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/SyAHWgbhH9I/AAAAAAAAACE/l89rtRhM8LM/s400/imagesrtfd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dupa o alarmanta ora de chimie in care profa incearca sa ne bage in cap informatii despre "diane", in care colegii nostri ies la tabla uitand-se la profa ca si cum ar vorbi chineza,starnind in acest fel rasul intregii clase(colegii), dupa o banala ora de sport in care facem atotinvechita incalzire pe muzica, muzica de care de data aceasta nu am avut parte deoarece batranul shtecher a fost luat in picioare de unul din elevii clasei a-10-a D,dupa o ora de mate din care, de prima jumatate nu am avut parte deoarece am stat in baie cu "boassa" mea pana cand proful de romana le-a dat ultimele indicatii colegelor noastre pt olimpiada,urmeaza o apoteotica si de neuitat ora de.......MATE....uraa...in clasa liniste....unii erau concentrati la exercitii...altii se uitau la tabla ca mata la tablou...profa isi rosteste nelipsita onomatopee "sssssssssssss" dupa care are o replica geniala" Carmen....ai epuizat subiectele de discutie cu diana si te-ai mutat cu giory?":))buna asta...mi-a placut....bine macar ca n-a spus"Tirsanoaga....il ai pe necuratu' in tine?"sau"Tirsanoaga...te uiti la mine?de ce esti rautacioasa?":))...ma rog...stateam noi...10D-ul ...desigur.....si....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si...ce sa vezi.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 388px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413697996132689186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/SyFRpPy7pSI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1KeZaIGG0zU/s400/images4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NIMIC....de ce? pentru ca S-A STINS LUMINA...si cum ne-am putea abtine?toata clasa incepe sa rada...spre surprinderea mea pentru ca pana acum tipam cu totii...acum toti am izbucnit in ras..cred ca stiu si motivul...a fost mana cereasca sa se stinga lumina la mate...si cum sa nu razi cand o vedeai pe gaby bagandu-ti lanterna in ochi si pe profa de mate avand o fata:))nici nu pot descrie...si acum rad cand imi aduc aminte....era o bucurie totala...insa cum lucrurile bune tin putin neoanele se reaprind spre nemultumirea noastra intampinate de un calduros "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" .....A fost un moment remarcabil pe care l-am savurat pana in ultima secunda....si cand mi-o aduc aminte pe Alex care facea ture P -eu...mangaindu-ma cand nu vedeam pe picior...:))=))a fost GENIAL...cel putin mie asa mi s-a parut....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: Nu e prima oara cand se stinge lumina....:&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476889395067822253-7019178676296173095?l=sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/feeds/7019178676296173095/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476889395067822253&amp;postID=7019178676296173095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476889395067822253/posts/default/7019178676296173095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476889395067822253/posts/default/7019178676296173095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/2009/12/mate-pe-intuneric.html' title='Mate pe intuneric'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05722427862837643533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--wjFKpcWqhg/TwZAvx0bQeI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rhRQFJPT9-g/s220/Balul%2BBobocilor%2540Teoretic_2011_194.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/SyAHWgbhH9I/AAAAAAAAACE/l89rtRhM8LM/s72-c/imagesrtfd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476889395067822253.post-2566169879498757335</id><published>2009-12-09T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T00:12:04.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iata-ma aici...EU ca persoana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/SyDb0vAz_EI/AAAAAAAAACc/tSg2SI1Rd-Y/s1600-h/Bebe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413568451118890050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/SyDb0vAz_EI/AAAAAAAAACc/tSg2SI1Rd-Y/s400/Bebe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/SyDbhVWx6AI/AAAAAAAAACU/0XgwoFp2bN8/s1600-h/Fotografii-0134.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eu ca persoana...intreband la ora de psihologie mai multi colegi cum m-ar putea descrie, acestia au raspuns asa cum ma asteptam...pentru ca (aproape) toti au aceeasi parere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Citez:"perseverenta,sociabila,prietenoasa,ambitioasa,indrazneata,realista,hotarat,vesela,amuzanta,altruista".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/SyE6ava8pTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Jn1iJ-e4jrw/s1600-h/Fotografii-0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413672458156549426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/SyE6ava8pTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Jn1iJ-e4jrw/s200/Fotografii-0047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hmm...dar numai cuvinte de bine?...desigur ca nu...si pentru ca nimeni nu e perfect...si nu pot spune ca aceste adjective au o conotatie negativa:"se consuma repede(a nu se intelege gresit)=se agita prea repede,impulsiva,tine la imagine".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acestea sunt parerile colegilor despre mine si le respect pentru ca ma regasesc in ele si ii respect pentru ca au reusit sa gaseasca aproape toate cuvintele care m-ar putea descrie.Aceste impresii ale lor sunt doar pentru ca atat am aratat...asta nu inseamna ca nu mai am si alte parti negative sau pozitive...parti pe care putine persoane le cunosc intrutotul. Dar ce spun eu intrutotul?&lt;br /&gt;Pana nu demulta vreme nici macar eu nu ma cunosteam cu adevarat...nu stiam ce vreau...dar a intervenit o chestie a naibii de complicata, dar in acelasi timp frumoasa numita maturizare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-a ajutat sa inteleg multe enigme pe care nu le puteam dezlega, sa trec peste lucruri care ma afectau, intr-un cuvant sa stiu cum sa infrunt chestia asta numita viata..&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/SyE5VSN2EkI/AAAAAAAAAD0/VPPgdmkGMPY/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413671264905990722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/SyE5VSN2EkI/AAAAAAAAAD0/VPPgdmkGMPY/s200/Picture+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.si nu numai sa o infrunt ci sa ma si bubur de ea cu toate placerile si neplacerile pe care ni le pune pe o tava din care noi singuri ne alegem...si inevitabilul se produce...dupa o vreme in care ai fost fericit,nu ai avut cine stie ce griji, trebuie sa alegi , fara sa vrei, marul stricat care iti lasa acel gust amar...pff...ce de filozofie...ce de cuvinte...vorbeam despre mine si am ajuns la viata...mai sus am mentionat niste adjective care mi-au fost asociate...pe parcursul a ceea ce voi scrie pe acest blog sper sa descoperiti si alte parti ale mele care nu pot fi exprimate asa de usor prin cuvinte si sper ca si eu sa-mi fac o analiza peste ceva timp sa vad cat am evoluat sau nu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar asta e ceea ce simt acum, la ora 12:03, 9.12.09, ziua in care m-am decis sa detin si eu o pagina de blog...insa surpriza..netu' cade cand ai mai mare nevoie de el asa ca scriu in word si voi da copy &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/SyE6zerXksI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ihMzyvokHmI/s1600-h/Fotografii-0086.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;paste cand suprematia sa netul imi va permite:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/SyE7y6HiCKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/H2HK1bM27og/s1600-h/Fotografii-0086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413673972856391842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/SyE7y6HiCKI/AAAAAAAAAEU/H2HK1bM27og/s320/Fotografii-0086.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;P.S: De mult n-am mai avut o zi asa de linistita...fara tema la mate...si din lipsa de ocupatie....surpriza...a rasarit un blog:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476889395067822253-2566169879498757335?l=sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/feeds/2566169879498757335/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476889395067822253&amp;postID=2566169879498757335&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476889395067822253/posts/default/2566169879498757335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476889395067822253/posts/default/2566169879498757335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/2009/12/iata-ma-aicieu-ca-persoana.html' title='Iata-ma aici...EU ca persoana'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05722427862837643533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--wjFKpcWqhg/TwZAvx0bQeI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rhRQFJPT9-g/s220/Balul%2BBobocilor%2540Teoretic_2011_194.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/SyDb0vAz_EI/AAAAAAAAACc/tSg2SI1Rd-Y/s72-c/Bebe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476889395067822253.post-3157274916978602742</id><published>2009-12-09T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T10:55:01.987-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10d'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><title type='text'>De ce persoana mea este asociata in sfarsit cu acest jurnal virtual</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;Hmm...ciudat...iata-ma pe mine avand blog.De ce spun asta?Pentru ca atunci cand am vazut prima oara un blog am fost oarecum sceptica in privinta acestuia..sa-ti expui toate gandurile si sentimentele?Sa intre alte persoane in intimitatea ta?Dar cu timpul mentalitatea desigur c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/Sx-FXRfCVVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/blIzlEYFyOc/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 123px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413191911999690066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/Sx-FXRfCVVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/blIzlEYFyOc/s400/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;a s-a schimbat o data cu inaintarea in varsta dar si cu vizionarea a doua dintre blogurile colegelor mele:Petrina alias P'is the Boss si Magda...Atunci parca s-a aprins un beculet...Am realizat ca poti sa te descarci, poti sa-ti expui sentimentele in asa maniera incat ceilalti sa te inteleaga (sau nu), dar sa pastrezi o urma de mister.Citind aceste bloguri am constatat ca itinerariul a fost unul interesant, dar in acelasi timp diferit...gandurile,ideile,sentimentele se schimbau de la o zi la alta...evoluau...si eu cel putin nu pot sa imi aduc aminte toate detaliile dupa o anumita perioada de timp...insa avand acest blog toate amintirile placute sau mai putin placute raman tiparite acolo, undeva unde peste ani le &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;poti vedea amuzandu-te au intristandu-te de aventurile prin care viata te-a purtat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,51)"&gt;Si pentru ca in clasa a-12-a sa putem selecta din blogurile noastre, a celor de la D-10D momentan, clipe pe care le-am trait, momente remarcabile din istoria acestei clase :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3476889395067822253-3157274916978602742?l=sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/feeds/3157274916978602742/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3476889395067822253&amp;postID=3157274916978602742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476889395067822253/posts/default/3157274916978602742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3476889395067822253/posts/default/3157274916978602742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sometimes-when-you-lose-you-win.blogspot.com/2009/12/de-ce-persoana-mea-este-asociata-in.html' title='De ce persoana mea este asociata in sfarsit cu acest jurnal virtual'/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05722427862837643533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--wjFKpcWqhg/TwZAvx0bQeI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rhRQFJPT9-g/s220/Balul%2BBobocilor%2540Teoretic_2011_194.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7q1t-9fU2XQ/Sx-FXRfCVVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/blIzlEYFyOc/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
