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href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=':-??'/><author><name>Frou Frou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06554182225155506964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR0i8r9HtOU/SXw_HfxT-2I/AAAAAAAAABM/k6IFo2Cjftw/S220/th_dragonsquee-vk11.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2447049143864345493.post-110646334971737503</id><published>2009-08-06T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T12:00:18.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>uf</title><content type='html'>am nevoie de afectiune.grav. e inceputu lu august si sunt 15 grade afara. e innorat de 3 zile si de ieri ploua ca naiba. asta pe post de introducere. vremea de afara imi aduce aminte de paris. si de prima zi de scoala dintr-a 9a.&lt;br /&gt;                  in prima zi de scoala intr-a noua.. m-am vazut cu sabina la metrou. pe o ploaie ultra mega nashpa. am fost sa vedem listele. nebunie. balamuc. sabina era indragostita de gogo. care gogo era plecat in america in acel moment. totu bine frumos toata lumea cu noi in clasa cand deodata o aud pe sabina "ana.nu e :|:|..gogoasa nu e cu noi in clasa". eu am ramas masca. ea a inceput sa planga. nebunie.balamuc. flori. profi. colegi noi. l-am cunoscut pe milorad. cred ca l-am speriat umpic atunci dar in fine. eram mult prea entuziasmata. diriga noua parea naspa. a parut naspa mult timp dupaia dar acum sunt sefa clasei si olimpica la romana si fac spaniola cu ea si o iubesc si o ador si mie un super dor de ea. eram in clasa cu dragos stoica :|:| bucuria vietii mele :|:| dupaia n-eam imprietenit. lui i-a placut de sabina. a fost cu alexandra si a sfarsit prin a fi cea mai lunga relatie a MEA de pana acum :)). mai eram in clasa [acum kiar nu mai suntem k s-a mutat] cu toni pripoaie. omul pe care l-am urat in cei 4 ani de gimnaziu si de competitii la info. prieten de familie, rockerash suparat, dragutzel, dushmanu meu de moarte. in a 3a zi de scoala eram impreuna. multumita ploii, jack-ului si berii :)) uf.stateam in bancas a 3a de pe mijloc cu alexutza. colega mea de banca din ultimii 5 ani.si nu doar de banca. colega mea de dush, de sauna, de nationala, de pat, de banca, de tabere, mai pe scurt de absolut orice [!! cine stie dedesubturile ma intelege =))]. trebuie sa recunosc spre rusinea mea k in prima luna de scoala kiar am urato pe ema. dupaia am vazuto plangand din cauza unui dobitoc si m-am dus si am stat de vorba cu ea. aqma e una din cele mai bune prietene pe care le am. mda.&lt;br /&gt;                    in fine.vara asta e geniala din atat de multe puncte de vedere :X:X [cine stie cunoaste]. o iubesc pe ema kre zice k are si ea nevoie de "tarabe" k sa fie in pas cu moda. pe biscu meu mic care s-a facut biscu meu mare. pe gege. pe teo. pe alexutza mea &gt;:D&lt;. uf..pe jigodia de vanghi. pe copii mei kre m-au abandonat [mai ales amalia sugi grav copilu]. pe bianca kre mai nou e studenta :&gt;. pe kid [:x:x].uf..si in rest nush :-??&lt;br /&gt;mersi.&lt;br /&gt;asta pt k ma suportati&lt;br /&gt;si scuze.pt k va fac viata un iad din cand in cand &gt;:D&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2447049143864345493-110646334971737503?l=spiderpigana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/feeds/110646334971737503/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2447049143864345493&amp;postID=110646334971737503' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2447049143864345493/posts/default/110646334971737503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http:///www.youtube.com/watch?v=mIF1cLOCm7k"&gt;din greseala&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http:///www.youtube.com/watch?v=mIF1cLOCm7k"&gt;. &lt;/a&gt;A continuat incet..dar sigur..pentru ca eu ma gandeam mereu la el...dar el...nu prea stia k exist. in fine...s-a ajuns pana in punctul in care m-ia facut o &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BujpRZ5T9R0"&gt;declaratie de dragoste &lt;/a&gt;:))....&lt;br /&gt;ne-am despartit...din cauza faptului k eu eram usor &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aypG0bMsB8w&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;influentabila&lt;/a&gt;...ma rog..a urmat o periada de in care ma simteam cam ca si cum &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bsb6ZxZeiWU"&gt;mi-ar fi cazut lumea in cap&lt;/a&gt;...in fine..:))&lt;br /&gt;au trecut anii...dar sentimentele au ramas in mare la fel...o melodie...care sa se potriveasca ar fi greu de imaginat.dar&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=laiROGvrWMM"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=laiROGvrWMM"&gt;xista&lt;/a&gt;...ma rog...am trecut peste...&lt;br /&gt;am ramas doar eu si fumul...&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lC4wQM3VIgE"&gt;in liniste.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lC4wQM3VIgE"&gt;..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2447049143864345493-3822505061962990033?l=spiderpigana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/feeds/3822505061962990033/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2447049143864345493&amp;postID=3822505061962990033' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2447049143864345493/posts/default/3822505061962990033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2447049143864345493/posts/default/3822505061962990033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/2009/05/poveste.html' title='Poveste...'/><author><name>Frou Frou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06554182225155506964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR0i8r9HtOU/SXw_HfxT-2I/AAAAAAAAABM/k6IFo2Cjftw/S220/th_dragonsquee-vk11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2447049143864345493.post-3006853732983619696</id><published>2009-04-07T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T11:07:56.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>papa roach-scars</title><content type='html'>I tear my heart open&lt;br /&gt;I sew myself shut &lt;br /&gt;My weakness is that I care to much&lt;br /&gt;And my scars remind me, that the past is real&lt;br /&gt;I tear my heart open just to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm drunk and I'm feeling down&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanna be alone&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed that you came around&lt;br /&gt;why don't you just go home?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I channeled all your pain&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help you fix yourself&lt;br /&gt;You're making me insane&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is...&lt;br /&gt;{chorus}&lt;br /&gt;I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut&lt;br /&gt;And my weakness is that I care too much&lt;br /&gt;And our scars remind us that the past is real&lt;br /&gt;I tear my heart open just to feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to help you once&lt;br /&gt;Against my own advice&lt;br /&gt;I saw you going down&lt;br /&gt;But you never realized&lt;br /&gt;That you're drowning in the water&lt;br /&gt;So I offered you my hand&lt;br /&gt;Compassion's in my nature&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is our last stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm drunk and I'm feeling down&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanna be alone&lt;br /&gt;You shoulda never come around&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you just go home?&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're drowning in the water&lt;br /&gt;And I tried to grab your hand&lt;br /&gt;I left my heart open&lt;br /&gt;But you didn't understand&lt;br /&gt;But you didn't understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go fix yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help you fix yourself&lt;br /&gt;But at least I can say I tried&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life&lt;br /&gt;I can't help you fix yourself&lt;br /&gt;But at least I can say I tried&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2447049143864345493-3006853732983619696?l=spiderpigana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/feeds/3006853732983619696/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2447049143864345493&amp;postID=3006853732983619696' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2447049143864345493/posts/default/3006853732983619696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2447049143864345493/posts/default/3006853732983619696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/2009/04/papa-roach-scars.html' title='papa roach-scars'/><author><name>Frou Frou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06554182225155506964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR0i8r9HtOU/SXw_HfxT-2I/AAAAAAAAABM/k6IFo2Cjftw/S220/th_dragonsquee-vk11.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2447049143864345493.post-5850638223686236882</id><published>2009-03-27T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T12:20:11.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dezamagire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR0i8r9HtOU/Sc0h4luFjXI/AAAAAAAAACc/_ysZchWAQKw/s1600-h/2569725443_08d34569f2_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR0i8r9HtOU/Sc0h4luFjXI/AAAAAAAAACc/_ysZchWAQKw/s320/2569725443_08d34569f2_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317943991076228466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                   liceul nu e chiar asa cum m-am asteptat. e adevarat. are capitolele lui de party nebunie baute fum si diverse alte chestii nefacute pana acum. si totusi...ma deprima. toti profii au pretentii. toti profii ne compara. toti ne judeca. nu k suntem "clasa speciala, "clasa de olimpici" k noi de ce lipsim atata de la scoala si de ce nu afcem si aia si aia si cealalta. pai in mare la noi in clasa fiecare se axeaza pe cate o materie, care, ulterior devine prioritara. si totusi..toti ne compara cu h-u si cu f-ul unde sunt niste oameni fara pic de personalitate si spirit in ei, dar muncitor. tocesc nene aia la manuale, dar nici ca am auzit de vreunu capabil la vreo materie la nivel de olimpiada. sau aia care erau s-au mutat la noi in clasa. si par km aiuriti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                   acum, baietii. nu stiu exact de ce, dar cred ca au reusit cumva sa se de-maturizeze. ma asteptam la contrariu dar se pare ca m-am inselat. credeam ca gandesc mai mult acum ca sunt mai mari. si intr-adevar. gandesc mult si prost. ami ales aia in care chiar aveam incredere, cum ar fi dragosh sau vanghi sau tase sau...mandu sau nush. o gramada de altii. singurii care inca nu m-au dezamagit la capitolul baieti in care ai incredere sunt iulian milorad si catalin. va iubesc mah. mersi ca existati. a reaparut el. mereu apare cand ma astept mai putin..:)) doamen cat urasc sa fiu luata prin suprindere. dan a ramas vechiul bunul dragutzul si adorabilul. si paul si matei la fel. si luca :)) sunteti...mult mai tari decat o sa fim noi vreodata. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          fetele...fetele sunt mai tari ca niciodata. le ador le iubesc sunt..geniale. alexandra ema saby ornella consuela si amalia..care a cam disparut din peisaj dar o recuperez eu, roby teo thea ciuf nico (nu le luati in ordine) mery corina oana maya (:X:X). va iubesc bah. suntem mai multe si mai dragutze si mai unite si mai..senzationale ca niciodata. chiar nu stiu cum as rezista fara voi. fara barfele pauzele, fumurile, rasetele, plansetele, discutiile si biletelele cu voi :X:X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          profii..dubiosi oameni...chiar dubiosi. ce sa zic. diriga e geniala. dna stoik e geniala...sever e genial.. si km atata. si dna daniela mamica noastra :x:x am fi morti la chimie fara ea mai ales ca in afara de cei foarte putini care merg la olimpiada nu stie niciunu materia asta la noi in clasa :)... logica e dubioasa. desenul e tare. muzica e ok. religia suge. franceza e ft tare. engleza la fel. la tic e ok. la info e genial...umm..??la sport..e... ma rog nu prea ea :)) istoria e dubioasa. geografia e geniala :X:X si in rest...nush :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2447049143864345493-5850638223686236882?l=spiderpigana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR0i8r9HtOU/SXw_HfxT-2I/AAAAAAAAABM/k6IFo2Cjftw/S220/th_dragonsquee-vk11.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR0i8r9HtOU/Sc0h4luFjXI/AAAAAAAAACc/_ysZchWAQKw/s72-c/2569725443_08d34569f2_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2447049143864345493.post-185767665220232604</id><published>2009-01-28T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T05:23:29.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nu vezi asa ceva zilnic :)</title><content type='html'>sunt eu. eu ana. eu cea de toate zilele. eu cea care se impiedica de orice, darama orice si scapa orice. eu cea care incurc datile de nastere ale prietenilor mei cu sarbatorile majore ale anului. :) eu cxea care isi petrece juma din zi afara in curte..:) eu cea cea care are multi prieteni si tot timpul ceva de facut. eu fosta olimpica la mate info care a ajuns la olimp de romana si geografie.&lt;br /&gt;eu cea cu fundul mare si care nu se imbraca decat in pantaloni adidasi si tricouri largi.&lt;br /&gt;sau asta eram eu.&lt;br /&gt;apoi am dat peste el.&lt;br /&gt;el cel incredibil de perfect. incerdibil de romantic. incredibil de orice vreti voi. el care ma face mereu sa rad. care urla la mine sa nu ma impiedic, care are grija sa nu dau in gropi. el cel anorexic care imi ia mie de mancare si se lamenteaza cand nu vreau s-o mananc.&lt;br /&gt;el cel care poate fi gasit mereu pe terenu de baschet cand nu e cu mine.acolo sau la bufet luandu-si de mancare. :)&lt;br /&gt;# el e matur.eu nu.&lt;br /&gt;# el e inalt si slab. eu sunt mica si rotunda.&lt;br /&gt;# el stie germana. eu stiu franceza.&lt;br /&gt;# eu vbesc engleza cu accent. el nu.&lt;br /&gt;# el stie logica. eu nu&lt;br /&gt;# eu stiu mate. el nu.&lt;br /&gt;# el compune versuri. eu ma exprim in proza.&lt;br /&gt;# el a fost la oni in 2005. si eu am fost la oni in 2005 :)&lt;br /&gt;# el e mereu pe terenul de baschet. eu sunt mereu in spate la un fum.&lt;br /&gt;# el mereu zice da. eu mereu zic nu&lt;br /&gt;# el imi stie toti prietenii.eu nu-i stiu pe ai lui&lt;br /&gt;# eu ii dau muzica si carti el imi da doar muzica&lt;br /&gt;# el imi ia de mancare.eu nu o mananc.&lt;br /&gt;# eu o urasc pe diriga. si el o uraste pe diriga.&lt;br /&gt;# eu am ceva q toate tipele din jurul lui. el are ceva q toti tipii din jurul meu.&lt;br /&gt;# el e un scump.eu, din familie, sunt o vaca&lt;br /&gt;# el il stie pe tata. eu nu o stiu pe mama lui&lt;br /&gt;# mie imi place twilight. si lui :)&lt;br /&gt;# eu invat la geografie. el uraste geografia.&lt;br /&gt;# eu sunt infantila.el e matur :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si totusi...lumea ne zice ca suntem dragutzi.si unici in felul nostru stupid.ne certam aproape zilnic si vbim despre cum o sa fie cand o sa fim casatoriti si despre cum o sa ne crestem copiii. e amuzant :)&lt;br /&gt;si probabil e prima mea relatie ....pe bune...in care or sa se intample...o gramada de chestii.&lt;br /&gt;"pana intr-a 12a o sa ajungem impreuna"&lt;br /&gt;"nu mai face fata aia sau te [pup"&lt;br /&gt;te iubesc.prietenii stiu de ce;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2447049143864345493-185767665220232604?l=spiderpigana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/feeds/185767665220232604/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2447049143864345493&amp;postID=185767665220232604' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2447049143864345493/posts/default/185767665220232604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2447049143864345493/posts/default/185767665220232604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/2009/01/nu-vezi-asa-ceva-zilnic.html' title='nu vezi asa ceva zilnic :)'/><author><name>Frou Frou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06554182225155506964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR0i8r9HtOU/SXw_HfxT-2I/AAAAAAAAABM/k6IFo2Cjftw/S220/th_dragonsquee-vk11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2447049143864345493.post-5262032934395470887</id><published>2008-12-12T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T12:01:19.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cugetari despre...ce?</title><content type='html'>of...e greu sa vrei sa scrii si sa nu stii despre ce.imi este dor de tot ceea ce obisnuia sa fie viata mea de pana acum.fetele...fumul...zapada...tezele dintr-a opta....sentimentul ala ca eram o clasa unita.cafeaua...valentine's day cu ornella, meditatiile la romana cu consuela, cercurile cu diriga... acadelele si 7days cu ciocolata... cola la cutie :) eram mai mici...era frumos...stateam cu voi cand  fumati pe ascuns sa nu va vada colegii ca sa nu afle diriga... acum nu mai are nici un haz cand o vezi pe ornella cu tigara prin curte..&lt;br /&gt;ultimii 4 ani au trecut prea repede...am crescut prea repede..iar eu refuz sa constientizez asta...poate daia zice lumea k sunt imatura.dar nu vreau sa las in urma vremurile bune...nu vreau...e totce ma mai leaga de ele in afara de cateva poze si cateva amintiri aruncate pe undeva.&lt;br /&gt;a fost smeker acum 3 veri cu ornella la ea la tara cand beam bere pe ascuns la fantana si scriam poezii la romana. a fost dragutz acum 2 veri cand am mers cu tata la mare si eu desenam seara la apus inimioare in nisipu ud de langa apa si plangeam...sau cand mergeam cu adi si matei prin bucuresti de nebuni :)...cel mai smeker a fost vara asta...desi din lipsa de cercuri la mate (adik de ocupatie) am facut numai tampenii..dar macar am simtit vara k pe o vara adevarata.&lt;br /&gt;imi este frica.vreau ca dragos sa dureze...mult...sa fie un capitol lung si frumos din viata mea de liceu...dar imi e frica.doamne cat de frica imi este. imi e frica ca o sa ajunga o relatie ca oricare alta de pana acum. imi e frica ca el o sa se transforme intr-un baiat ca oricare altul care o sa se plictiseasca si o sa plece...pentru ca eu nu sutn suficient de buna...suficient de capabila... sper sa ma insel..dar deja a inceput sa semene cu celelalte relatii...de-aia mi-e frica sa-l las sa se apropie de mine prea mult deokmdata...din toate punctele de vedere.mi-e frik k o sa plang si dupa el si e ultimul lucru pe care il vreau.&lt;br /&gt;acult the killers...albumu nou :) [cadou de la sorin :) omule te iubesc] vreau ca totu sa fie bine.si as vrea ca oamenii care ma aud spunand ca imi e frica de ceva de genul "sar putea sa nu mearga bine cu dragos" sa-mi zica k sunt eu paranoik...k e numai imaginatia mea tampita...k nu am de ce sa-mi fac griji. si totusi nu o fac. si totusi se uita speriati la mine si imi zic sa am grija. si se uita cu o fata trista la mine, de parca totul ar fi pierdut. nu vreau ca totul sa fie pierdut..nu vreau.imi e frica.&lt;br /&gt;in fine...vine vacanta.vine revelionul.pe care il facem impreuna pentru prima data dupa 4 ani de cand ne stim sarbatorim impreuna din propria noastra initiativa.si totusi...nu mai suntem clasa unita care eram. diriga  nu pare sa se prinda ca noi nu vrem sa fim doctori docenti la romana si k noi avem alte preocupari in viata...cum ar fi matematica...si ca bacu e peste 4 ani si k nu-l dam maine. noi avem nevoie de cineva kre sa ne invete sa fim uniti..sa ne ajute sa fim uniti...nu sa lase totul pe seama noastra.e...crud..si trist...n-am stiut niciodata sa facem asta.n-o sa stim nici de acum incolo...de ce? pentru ca nu are cine sa ne invete. ne lasa asa..in vant..ca si cum nu am conta ca oameni. ca si cum nua r conta decat sa stim romana.de parca asta ar fi macar suficient sa supravietuiest ca om in societate..in viata.dar asta e alta poveste.umanitatea adevenit ceva relativ.nici macar noi nu mai stim ce sau cine suntem.ceea ce e trist...&lt;br /&gt;ma doare capul.vreau zapada..vreau sa stiu ca totul e bine :) am nevoie de certitudini...vreau vacanta.vreau la patinoar.vreau craciun.vreau sa rad si sa plang.vreau sa uit si sa traiesc.vreau libertate.imi vreau prietenii inapoi si vremurile bune cu acadelesi cola la cutie.vreau k consuela sa fie fericita.vreau ca alex si milorad sa fie ok.vorba lu ami vreau pace in lume, iar cand ma fac mare vreau sa fiu blonda :)&lt;br /&gt;poate e de la muzik..poate e de la vreme...poate e de la perioada asta a anului...poate e de la oamenii care se uita ingrijorati la mine dar...sunt depresiva...:) vreau sa fie bine totul.cer prea mult nu-i asa?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Frou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06554182225155506964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR0i8r9HtOU/SXw_HfxT-2I/AAAAAAAAABM/k6IFo2Cjftw/S220/th_dragonsquee-vk11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2447049143864345493.post-38818421343982181</id><published>2008-12-03T12:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T12:46:55.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>by consuela :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;like totu’ tb sa aiba un start…totu a inceput printr-un joc…a continuat ca intr-un vis...si s-a sfarsit sub semnul intrebarii cu tristete si lacrimi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;nimeni nu prea credea ca o sa ajunga sa fie impreuna , pareau a fi la niste poli opusi, dar cum opusii se atrag...si datorita unei ambitii...sau din cauza ma rog depinde din ce perspectiva este privita povestea ...pur si simplu s-au cuplat dintr-o prostie..sau se mai poate numi lipsa de ocupatie...nu prea cred ca motivul este asa de important...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;si au inceput sa iasa impreuna...fiecare actiune avea o explicatie logica , cel putin pentru ea ceva gen “nu am ce face de aia tot ies cu el” , “e prea cald in casa...am chef sa ies si nu am cu cn...deci ies cu el” sau “hmm...ma plictisesc...hai sa ies cu el”...tot timpu s-a bazat pe logica , iar aceasta la sfarsit i-a tras clapa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;erau ceva gen impreuna peste tot : in parc cand era vara , in unirii cand era prea cald , in parc si cand e frig , la patinuar , pur si simplu se plimbau pe strada...dar nu era totul asa de roz , adica se mai certau dar impacarile aveau momentele frumoase...si compensau cu totul certurile.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;incetul cu incetul au ajuns reciproc sa tina foarte mult unul la celalalt , sa zicem ca erau dependeti unul de celalalt : sa vorbeasca la telefon cu orele si pe mess si sa se vada , cel putin odata pe saptamana era ceva cotidian , deja nu mai aveau niciunul atatea emotii ca la prima intalnire.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;timpul se scurgea tot mai repede si cu timpul au venit si greutatile , dar pentru ca iubirea lor era puternica au reusit sa treaca cam peste toate si daca nu acestea s-au deteriorat in timp...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;fara sa isi dea seama , nu stiu cine si nu stiu ce ii indeparta incetul cu incetul , dar intr-o zi ea a realizat tot ce se intampla si au discutat foarte deschis si in urma acestei discutii ea si-a notat in jurnal &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;“vreau sa zbor.vreau sa visez.pentru prima data vreau ce am.vreau sa ii mai spun o data cat de mult il iubesc.vreau sa ii mai spun un te iubesc din suflet”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;de fiecare data cand se certau fiecare , in functie de randul cui era , trebuia sa ii dea o porunca astfel incat totul sa fie din nou ok ... primele au fost de genul “pupa-ma de 20 d ori” , “tine-ma in brate 10 minute fara sa zici nimic” , iar printre ultimele fiind “o declaratie de dragoste” , “o poezie” , “un sarut de un km”....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;dupa un timp , pur si simplu , s-au despartit ...si de data asta pe bune nu ca in celalalte dati cand nu rezistau mai mult de o zi fara sa vorbeasca.era deja grav...adica era o cearta pe bune...nestiind ce sa faca a asteptat...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;si asteptat...si asteptat...pana cand s-au linistit apele si s-au impacat...noaptea priveau luna impreuna si isi marturiseau sentimentele fara perdea ...atmosfera era romantica...totul era sincer...dar la un moment dat s-au despartit din nou...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;au tot tinut-o asa , pana cand au reununtat sa se mai impace...fiind orgoliosi si incapatanati amandoi nu vorbeau intre ei , chiar daca nu mai puteau sa reziste , niciunul nu renunta , dar pana la urma ea a clacat...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;acest lucru a generat o lunga conversatie , care a dus la :&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;el”vreau sa imi dovedesti sa ma iubesti”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT-BR"&gt;ea”dar tu ma iubesti?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT-BR"&gt;el”da foarte mult chiar daca uneori nu iti arat...orice s-ar intampla si orice as spune si orice s-ar schimba in viata mea nu neaparat ca zicem ca o sa te iubesc o sa tin enorm la tine”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;ea”da si presupun ca stii si tu asta despre mine nu?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;el”logic...stiam asta da nu eram sigur ca stii si tu...daaar...”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;ea”intodeauna trebuie sa existe un dar...spune , [alintandu’l intr-un mod mai special]”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;el”ca sa imi dovesti ca ma iubesti...vreau...sa nu ma mai cauti niciodata”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;dupa aceasta discutie ... fiind pe mess a aparut “: x singed off”…ok…aqum totul era extrem de confuz ce avea sa faca sa ii dovedeasca ca il iubeste…sau…sa vorbeasca cu el…in acele momente s-a simtit singura…pustiita…fara sa stie ce sa faca…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;niciodata nu mai fusese atat de ranita si indurerata , a plans aproape tot wekendul , care mai ramasese ma rog ca ei nu au mai vorbit de sambata seara apoi si-a sters lacrimile si a hotarat ca trebuie sa mearga mai departe cu sau fara el…cu inima sfasiata de atata durere si iubire neimpartasita s-a dus sa incerce sa doarma&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;oricat ar fi incercat nu gasea o explicatie logica niciun raspuns nimic…statea cu telefonul langa ea si nimic ii treceau prin cap doar niste concluzii prostesti ai anume : &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“vreau sa am puterea sa ii mai zic cuiva vreodata te iubesc. vreau sa mai iubesc o data din suflet ...neconditionat. “…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;dar nu avea cum sa mai iubeasca pentru ca ea era deja indagostita de el … &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;si &lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;pentru ca il iubea , in adevartul sens al cuvantului din aceea zi nu a mai vorbit niciodata cu el...nu stie nici in ziua de azi de ce a vrut aceasta demonstratie , inca isi pune intrebarea”de ce?” &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;...variantele posibile sunt atat de multe dar un lucru e cert niciunul nu a mai cunoscut dragostea si fericirea ...pentru ca persoana predestinata inca este atat de aproape si atat de departe.... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;si chiar daca a trecut atata timp nu are ce face...inca il iubeste si cand isi va da seama ca sentimentul a disparut probabil atunci o sa discute cu el...pana atunci doar o sa priveasca cand intra pe mess , cand iese , ce stts are si probabil inca o sa ii mai dea sms-uri de sarbatorile importante...dar atat...visul lor s-a spulberat...povestea lor de dragoste a incetat sub semnul intrebarii si al confuziei totale...&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2447049143864345493-38818421343982181?l=spiderpigana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/feeds/38818421343982181/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2447049143864345493&amp;postID=38818421343982181' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2447049143864345493/posts/default/38818421343982181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2447049143864345493/posts/default/38818421343982181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/2008/12/by-consuela.html' title='by consuela :)'/><author><name>Frou Frou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06554182225155506964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR0i8r9HtOU/SXw_HfxT-2I/AAAAAAAAABM/k6IFo2Cjftw/S220/th_dragonsquee-vk11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2447049143864345493.post-7662595940070340966</id><published>2008-12-02T12:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:04:13.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>by dan-O zi de Craciun</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15;"&gt;I&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Soarele tocmai apunea.In fata mea se afla un drum lung si pustiu.Fulgi de nenumarate forme pluteau prin aer, parca dansand in jurul meu. Pe o parte si de alta a drumului strajuiau niste copaci mari si impunatori acoperiti de zapada. Ar fi fost un peisaj cu adevarat mirific de Craciun, daca nu as fi stat intr-o balta, inghetata, de sange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Tipam din toti plamanii.In jurul meu nu se zarea nici o tipenie de om.Tipam si mai tare.Nimeni nu ma auzea. Am continuat sa zbier pana cand eram asa ragusit incat nici eu nu mai imi recunosteam vocea. Aveam un gust neplacut de sange in gura. Am inceput sa ma tarasc incetul cu incetul, incercand sa raman treaz cu orice pret.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Prost moment sa fii doar intr-un tricou si blugi. In nici un caz nu ma asteptam ca o sa ajung in situatia asta azi dimineata cand m-am trezit. Invinse de frig, picioarele nu ma mai ascultau. Cateva spasme, apoi nu le-am mai simtit deloc.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Viata imi trecea prin fata ochiilor,intr-o nuanta ciudat rosiatica.Primii mei pasi, prima mea bicicleta, prima mea aluna stricata pe care a trebuit sa o scuip, primii mei prieteni, prima fata pe care am iubit-o. Oare as fi putut sa evit acest destin? Poate. Incetul cu incetul, ochii mei se inchideau. Gata. M-am dus. Totul s-a sfarsit.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15;"&gt;II&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="ListParagraph" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Hai, Vlad, trezeste-te! urla sora mea. Uite ce frumos este afara, vrei sa pierzi toata ziua dormind?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="ListParagraph" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Mhm…cinci minute … am raspuns eu si am imbratisat perna si mai strans.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="ListParagraph" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Asta ai zis si ultima oara! exclama din nou ea. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="ListParagraph" style="margin-left: 27pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Ah…pai…zece minute atunci, am spus si apoi m-am intors cu spatele la ea.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="ListParagraph" style="margin-left: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="ListParagraph" style="margin-left: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Alina,realizand ca nu va reusi asa, aplica o noua tactica. S-a dus la geam si dintr-o miscare brusca a tras draperiile. O lumina orbitoare m-a facut sa sar din pat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="ListParagraph" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Gata! Gata! M-am trezit. Acum esti fericita?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="ListParagraph"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="ListParagraph" style="margin-left: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Sora mea a zambit larg si a dat sa iasa de la mine din camera.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="ListParagraph" style="margin-left: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="ListParagraph" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Ah, sa nu uit, noroc azi la marea ta intalnire cu Ana! zise ea apoi pleca.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Alina avea dreptate. Trebuia sa ma vad ziua aceea pe dupa-amiaza cu Ana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Ana… Ana avea 16 ani, cu un an mai mica decat mine. Nici o alta fata nu se compara cu ea. Avea parul lung si negru. Ochii ii erau caprui… si ce ochi! Odata ce ii vedeai parca te hipnotizau,si te puteai uita zile intregi la ei… Iar buzele ei superbe si carnoase, iti trezeau niste ganduri… Sa nu mai vorbim despre corpul ei perfect proportionat…mhm… Da, ziua aceea se anunta a fi cel putin interesanta!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15;"&gt;III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Am fost cu Ana la film. Pot sa zic ca lucrurile mergeau destul de bine... Am iesit afara din cinematograf, mergand cu Ana care se sprijinea de mine. Pe fata ei se schita un zambet si zise:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Uite, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;incepe sa ninga! Ce frumos…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Da. Si este si Craciun...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Dar tie nu iti este frig doar in tricou?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Ei si tu acum… te ingrijorezi prea mult. Ce se poate intampla?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Eram intr-o stare de beatitudine. Vroiam sa continue la nesfarsit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Am continuat sa ne plimbam prin zona istorica a orasului. Era pustiu, intr-o antiteza totala cu zilele trecute. Toti oamenii erau probabil acasa petrecandu-si Craciunul cu cei dragi. Strada era inchisa pentru consolidari capitale,dar noi doi sfidatori inaintam veseli pe ea.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Brusc, cainii care pana atunci stateau linstiti au inceput sa se agite.Cateva momente mai tarziu totul a inceput sa se zguduie. Ana se uita speriata la mine.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Cutremur! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;am urlat ambii simultan.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Caramizi din cladirile de langa au inceput sa cada. Am inceput sa fugim disperati spre un parc care era aproape. Parcursesem deja jumatate din distanta,cand o umbra se vazu in spate… O bucata imensa de beton cadea spre noi. Am impins-o cat de tare am putut pe Ana, in speranta ca macar ea sa scape. &lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Blestemate sa fie cladirile cu buline rosii… am simtit o durere oribila in spate si am cazut la pamant.&lt;span style="font-size:15;"&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15;"&gt;IV&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;In fata mea era casa de la tara, unde am copilarit. Era inconjurata din toate directile de un camp,taiat de un rau care trecea la cativa metri de ea.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cu toate ca era zi, cerul era plin de nori, dand o senzatie sinistra de intuneric. Din senin aud o voce suava… era mama mea! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Vlad, zise ea.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Mama ?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Unde esti? Unde suntem? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;intreb eu repede.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Nu sunt mama ta. Am ales sa comunic cu tine in aceasta forma pentru ca mintea ta nu poate intelege ceea ce eu reprezint. Tu, inconstient, ai ales locul acesta.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Probabil este adanc inradacinat in amintirile tale ,raspunse ea calm.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Daca nu esti mama mea, atunci cine esti ?! am zis revoltat.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Am ales aceasta voce pentru ca iti este cea mai familiara si draga tie. Cat despre cine sunt… sunt cunoscuta sub numeroase nume. Printr-o simplificare grosolana poti sa consideri ca sunt … Spiritul Craciunului.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Spiritul Craciunului … ce povesti de copii mici!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Aceasta nu este o gluma. Esti pe cale de a muri! a spus parca scuipand vorbele nervos.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;O usoara senzatie de teama se infiripa in sufletul meu. Ultimile cuvinte ma cutremurara. Simteam ca sunt intr-o criza de timp… nu puteam sa concep ce se intampla cu mine! In jurul meu ceva nu era bine… un vant de nicaieri, rece ca gheata, ma sageta, lasandu-ma ingrozit, nemiscat si confuz.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Cerul s-a inegrit si s-a pornit un adevarat vifor afara. Ploaia cadea asa de mult incat de abia puteai vedea din cauza ei, iar la fiecare cateva secunde mai se auzea un tunet. Era cu adevarat infricosator.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Eu insa cred ca &lt;i style=""&gt;ai merita&lt;/i&gt; sa ti se ofere inca o sansa, continua ea.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;De ce? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Circumstantele tale au fost speciale. Te-ai sacrificat pentru o fata pe care de abia o stiai.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Ah…Ana….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Nuante rosiatice incepura sa cuprinda cerul. Printre suieraturile vantului parca auzeam un sunet de sirene. Clar. Incepusem sa-mi pierd mintile.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Ei bine, a venit momentul. Locul tau nu este in aceasta lume. Nu inca. Adio… Vlad! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Am simtit o zguduitura puternica si am simtit ca ma pierd in infinit. Mi-am inchis ochii, cuprins de teama necunoscutului.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;M-am fortat sa-i deschid din nou.Ma aflam la spital. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ana imi zambea calduros si ma tinea de mana.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Sfarsit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;scrisa de Dan Barbulescu in ziua in care nu a putut sa se vada cu mine pentru ca trebuia sa scrie asta.[ps..autorul ii multumeste lui Andrei Stroescu, fara de care nimic din toate acestea nu ar fi fost posibile]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Frou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06554182225155506964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR0i8r9HtOU/SXw_HfxT-2I/AAAAAAAAABM/k6IFo2Cjftw/S220/th_dragonsquee-vk11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2447049143864345493.post-7519555649420166887</id><published>2008-11-01T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T14:26:45.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>impresii...</title><content type='html'>imi e dor de vara.de knd a inceput scoala numai prostii fac.sau cel putin asa mi se pare. de vreo 3 saptamani incoace am inceput sa imi fac ordine in viata. desi eu inca stiu mai multe despre problemele oamenilor decat stiu ei insisi, ma simt bine...mi se pare si mie in sfarit k am prieteni.desi uneori ma saturi si mi se face dor de vremurile bune de demult..dintr-a 8a knd kiar puteam sa spun k am prieteni adevarati fara sa ma simt ciudat. prietenii aia adevarat ink ii mai am. si nu s-au schimbat. au ramas la fel de adevarati k intotdeauna. doar k aqma am un sentiment constant de dor de ei :)&lt;br /&gt;ce sa va mai spun...pt aproape o luna kiar am crezut k am uitata de vara. eram q toni. parea ok. ma rog. nu era. aqma...m-am obisnuit cu ideea k probabil kiar nu am ce sa fac in privinta lui.trebuie sa astept sa-mi treak de la sine. am un fratior [dragos] am un best friend [vanghi]..mai am vreo 2 best freinds [gogo si iuli..luv u ppl :x] si am bratarile unui tip :)...deja celebru la noi in clasa desi nu imi explik de ce...:-? m rog.&lt;br /&gt;azi am avut primul meu concurs de mate in deplasare din cariera mea de liceeana. am fost la galati. am faqt q totii incredibil de prost. m rog. nu asta e important. atmosfera a fost altfel dekt la concursurile din gimnaziu. lipsea ceva. sau cineva. lipseste diriga. am ramas fara punctul central al eforturilor noastre. am ramas fara drectie. nu mai exista nimeni care sa se ocupe de noi, nimeni care sa ne indrume, nimeni care sa ne faca sa vrem sa dam ce e mai bun din noi. de sever ni se rupe. munte tokmai nea abandonat. doamne kt de dor o sami fie de el.&lt;br /&gt;mi-am gasit o noua ocupatie... se numeste Vampire Knight. il am de la dan [esti cel mai tare omule]. e ft bun pt k imi distrage atentia de la lucrurile insipide ale banalului de zi cu zi si de la problemele mele proprii si personale.&lt;br /&gt;abea astept exacrsia. galatiu a fost un fel de preludiu. cel putin pt noi fetele. e ft tare sa fii cu prietenii undeva fara stresul concursului de a 2a zi.&lt;br /&gt;in concluzie...fericirea mea kre a inceput prin iarna lu a8a knd mia trecut depresia...a incetat knd a inceput clasa a9a...sau putin inainte...imi vreau viata si vara inapoi...&lt;br /&gt;schimbari...imi este frica de ele..si totusi, ma prestez la ele in fiekre zi.... as vrea sa evadez. sa nu fie nevoie sa ma adaptez la realitate. sa se adapteze ea dupa mine... ce usor ar fi...dar asta e deja fantasticul ala nenorocit de la romana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sper sa fim ok.si sper sa trec clasa.pana atunci...imi iubesc prietenii :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2447049143864345493-7519555649420166887?l=spiderpigana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/feeds/7519555649420166887/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2447049143864345493&amp;postID=7519555649420166887' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2447049143864345493/posts/default/7519555649420166887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2447049143864345493/posts/default/7519555649420166887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/2008/11/impresii.html' title='impresii...'/><author><name>Frou Frou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06554182225155506964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR0i8r9HtOU/SXw_HfxT-2I/AAAAAAAAABM/k6IFo2Cjftw/S220/th_dragonsquee-vk11.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2447049143864345493.post-5954490155774580125</id><published>2008-11-01T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T13:47:31.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>si tot vina mea e??</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;03.08.2008&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: ma tu cand vezi un cuplu iti dai seama dc este o relatie de durata sau o una scurta&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: intre ei&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: ?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: oarecum&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: de ce?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: tu la mine si adela cum zici ca e&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: ?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: sincer nu vam mai vazut de mult impreuna&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: dr oricum as fi zis k o sa dureze&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: bine azi am fost la patinoar cu clasa si noi doi evitam sa ne vb&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: deci acuma ce zici&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: ?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: patinoar?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: artificial la orasul copiilor&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: dar mai erau 2 cupluri cu noi &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: si intre ei si noi era o mare diferenta&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: deci nu stiu ori este ea f ,f sup pe mine ori nu a fost sa dureze?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: vb q ea&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: nu am ce&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: mda&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: deci asta kiar e o pb&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: cam asa&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: dak va despartiti dupa o luna jumate va bat pe amandoi frate&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: dc?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: pai nu vreau sa fiti prosti]&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: ma dc ea nu mai vrea asta e&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: n-am ce sa fc&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: ea nu mai vrea sau tu nu mai vrei?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: pai ultimele 2 dati cand ne-am vz a fost cu clasa si nici sa ne tinem de mana nu vroia dar aminte altele&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: +&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: knd am vb eu q ea parea ft fericita si asa &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: de 2-3 sapt cand o invit undeva zice ca nu poate&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: a si faza&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: cica eu:esti ocupata azi?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: adela:aproximativ&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: eu:ca azi mere clasa la patinoar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: si dc vi si tu&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: la care de odata nu mai este ocupata si poate veni&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: deci ia zi o parere sincera&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: ?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: parerea mea sincera e k nar tb sa ma bag&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: nush pana mea pote kiar are treaba&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: knd am vb q ea aq vro 2 zile parea super fericita de voi si asa&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: nu stiu ce a intervenit dar azi a fost super distanta&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: asa&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: deci&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: un copil de 7 ani&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: vede cele 2 cupluri cu noi in grup ca se saruta&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: si intreba dar dc doar 2 din 3 se saruta&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: ca voi doi nu sunteti inpreuna&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: *impreuna&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: la faza aia liniste totala&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: deci momentan e nasol&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: sa vd cum o rezolv&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;04.08.2008&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: ce mai face adela?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: de unde sa stiu eu&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: duf&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: nai mnai vb q ea?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: nu&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: ce sa mai vb&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: suno si intreabo ce mai face&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: spunei k tie dor naibii de ea&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: rapunsurile ei la intrebare asta e&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: nimik&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: nu cont&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: sau nu pot sa spun&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: .....ii spun ca mie dor de ea , ea spune aham sau spune si mie&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: si cam atat&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: nashpa&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: dap&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;05.08.2008&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: super tare&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: oricum tu ce faci azi&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: ?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: m vad q alex si q sabi &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: tu vezite q adela&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;vanghi: nu prea cred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;06.08.2008&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: o sa ma mai gandesk dak iti zik dupa ce se rezolva situatia q adela [adik dupa ce va impakti]&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: dar o sa ma mai gandesc nu inseamna k o sati si zik&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: pai nu cred ca ma mai inpac&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: oooh&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: imi vine sa vbesc cu ciobi &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: poate va impaca el&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: c ma oftik k suntem in pom&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: tocmai am vb&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: tocmai am vb cu el&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: iai zis de faza q adela?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: dap&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: hai mah&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: ce&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: ?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: nu pot sa cred k tu vbesti serios knd vrei sa te desparti de ea&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: mai&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: dc nu ma vd cu ea&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: si cand ma vd nu suntem nu aratam ca un cuplu&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: mai tii la ea?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: nu cred&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: ca priten&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: stii k ma dau q kpu de birou in mom asta&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: dc&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: ?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: au&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: asa gata&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: k esti fraier &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: credema&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: nu sunt&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;07.08.2008&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: nici mie&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: mia zis adela k vatzi desp&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: aham&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: deci sti&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: e sup?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: nush&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: nu prea pare sup &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: cine&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: darius&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: ?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: dap&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: are insolatie tiam zis&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: eu vb de adela&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: nu&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: adela nu pare suparata&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: aham&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: mai devreme mam inbatat&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: de nervi&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: de nervi de ce?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: ca nu stiam cum sai jic&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: sa ne desp &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: lu adela&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: sti cum e&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: de fapt...nu stiu qm e&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: nu mam desp niciodata de o tipa&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: de un baiat&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: acelasi lucru&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: voi reactionati altfel&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;vanghi: zici tu&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;eu: zik eu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2447049143864345493-5954490155774580125?l=spiderpigana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/feeds/5954490155774580125/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2447049143864345493&amp;postID=5954490155774580125' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;A fost odata ca niciodata, ca daca n-ar fi, ma rog, tot s-ar povesti, un imparat. Numele sau era Taake si, impreuna cu regina sa, avea doi copii – pe Prypo si pe Anna. Infloritor si prosper era regatul sau, cu oameni gospodari si far’ de hoti sau manele. Regele era om intelept si chibzuit, chiar daca parea ca nu-i pasa de nimic. Carutele cu bunuri impanzeau cetatile, soldatii strajuiau strasnicele ziduri, oamenii si familiile lor erau linistiti si iubitori – doar mai beau din cand in cand niste palinca de casa, distribuita chiar de rege din rezerva sa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Si-ntro dimineata, dupa cafeluta si biscuiti, regele, in halatul sau de casmir, tocmai se pregatea sa verifice vistieria regala, dupa obiceiul sau. &lt;/span&gt;Nu mica i-a fost surprinderea cand vazu o gaura in tavan, nici prea mare, nici prea mica. &lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Fiindu-I frica de ce era mai rau, regele fugi spre cotlonul stiut doar de el. Si oh, cata dreptate avusese ! Hardul sau de 1TB, mandria familiei regale, fusese furat ! Chiar daca socat, regele nu putu sa nu remarce pe jos un fragment de panza neagra. Da… se rupsese din haina hotului. Cand o ridica, Taake inmarmuri. Citi cu usurinta o litera, Q. Simbolul celui mai inversunat dusman al sau, lordul Qerch. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Imparatul nostru nu mai zabovi. &lt;/span&gt;Cu o chemare epica – « Translateaza-ti pleata-ncoace », el isi summona fiul, pe Prypo. &lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Acesta veni fugind cu o sticla in mana – sticla in care speram cu totii ca era Nestea-&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;si se arata uimit sa afle ce patise tatal sau.  « Nu-ti fie teama, tata ! Ca farama nascuta din tine, ca aschie sarita din grosul arbore al familiei noastre, n-o sa te dezamagesc si o sa-ti inapoiez eu Hardul !&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt; Nimeni nu isi poate bate joc de noi cum a facut-o acest Qerch ». Fericit de curajul filui sau, imparatul il batu pe umar, spunandu-i ca-i va pregati pentru maine plecarea, cu cal, merinde, si toate cele. Prypo se imbujora, multumindu-i pentru incredere, insa abia apoi isi dadu seama. Profitand de emotia sa, imparatul ii sterpeli sticla cu pricina. « A naibii hoasca batrana », indruga Pyrpo. Apoi, se retrasese in camera sa, pentru a profita din plin de ultima zi de Counter-Strike si Miniclip.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Dis-de-dimineata, Prypo se furisa spre grajduri. Voia sa plece mai devreme, sperand ca va apuca totusi un trafic mai lejer. Sub saua calului gasi un bidonas cu Saniuta si un doua sandvisuri cu snitel – alaturi cu un biletel : « De la bunul tau unchi Gica, drum bun viteazule ! PS : te costa 20 de galbeni ». Prypo arunca biletul, incaleca si porni la drum. Era o dimineata frumoasa, cu nor de ceata deasa plutind deasupra pamantului ud. Prypo insa nu se gandea sa se intoarca din drum. Trecand de granitele regatului tatalui sau, insa doar cu o mica « atentie » de 30 de bucati data cui trebuia, feciorul se gasea acum sub soarele dogoritor, pe pamanturile lui Qerch. Totul parea diferit. Munti imensi cu ale lor creste strajuind campiile uscate pe care inainta, cerul rosu, ca insangerat de razboinicii ce aici si-au gasit sfarsitul. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Si merse, si merse, fara sa poposeasca, timp de 3 zile si 3 nopti, fiind obisnuit cu noptile nedormite din lacasul sau. In zorii celei de-a patra zile, zari castelul intunecat al lui Qerch. Fortareata parea inexpugnabila. Dar aici Prypo avea o solutie, un plan ascuns. De sub saua murgului scoase, impachetat, un costum de latex, un lasou cu un carlig in capat si o sabie cu amortizor. Isi piti murgul in mestecanis, apoi se apropie tiptil de zidurile inalte. Cu o miscare fina si indelung exersata, Prypo arunca carligul pe metereze, sprijindu-se altfel de zidul inalt si rigid. Ajuns pe ziduri, isi trase ultima piesa a echipamentului – masca cu J.F. Kennedy – pe fata. Dupa ce a lichidat o duzina de patrule cu sabia si cu cocktailuri Molotov improvizate dintr-o soseta cu nitroglicerina, Prypo ajunse in sala tronului. Langa tronul – GOL ! – se afla Hardul furat, inramat si curatat de praf. Incepu sa paseasca incet, dar sigur pe el. La 5 pasi de el, auzi o voce groasa si infricosatoare din spate. Se intoarse, tresarind de spaima. Lordul Qerch. Era doar o umbra, acoperit , invaluit de intuneric.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;O, tu, hotule, invidia te roade ! &lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Bogatia tatalui meu, o doresti din suflet, stim amandoi asta. Asa ca te-ai gandit sa ne furi Hardul ! Lasa, ca o sa te invat eu minte. Ce alegi ? In backtracking sa ne masuram sau in cautare binara sa ne trantim ?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;Prypo, am auzit multe despre tine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Oamenii te cred chiar mai bun decat tatal tau. Insa EU sunt mai bun ca toti. Vom vedea cine va avea ultimul cuvant !&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Insfacand un laptop, cei doi se pusera pe treaba. Si programara, si programara, zi de vara pana seara. Cand, in sfarsit, cele 20 de degete ostenite se lasara pe tastatura, si capetele se detera pe spate, lupta se terminase. &lt;/span&gt;Acum, totul depindea de evaluator. Qerch a fost primul care a vazut rezultatele. &lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Pe cel mai rau test, avea 12 ms. Inima voinicului incepu sa bata nebuneste. Acum era clipa adevarului, clipa in care se va dovedi sau nu vrednic de sangele familiei. Si da ! 10 ms ! Qerch a inceput sa-si smulga parul din cap si sa urle de durere, in timp ce, fericit, viteazul insfaca Hardul si o lua la goana . Parcurse drumul pana la tatal sau intr-o zi, atat de mare si arzanda ii era dorinta dea a ii da batranului o veste buna.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="FR"&gt;Afland de peripetiile fiului sau, Imparatul nu se mai indoi vreodata de el. De asemenea, ii dadu mana Annei. Asta ar cam fi incest, dar cui ii pasa ? Si-am incalecat pe o sa si v-am spus povestea asa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NU-MI ASUM DREPTURI DE AUTOR.CHESTIA ASTA E SCRISA DE PAUL :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2447049143864345493-2350979798287894925?l=spiderpigana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/feeds/2350979798287894925/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2447049143864345493&amp;postID=2350979798287894925' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2447049143864345493/posts/default/2350979798287894925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2447049143864345493/posts/default/2350979798287894925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/2008/10/basm.html' title='by paul-Basm'/><author><name>Frou Frou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06554182225155506964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR0i8r9HtOU/SXw_HfxT-2I/AAAAAAAAABM/k6IFo2Cjftw/S220/th_dragonsquee-vk11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2447049143864345493.post-4003298272749875033</id><published>2008-10-05T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T08:32:51.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>anunt</title><content type='html'>orice asemanare dintre oitza mea si persoane reale este pur neintentionata :-" [si i-am cerut acordul sa ma lase sami botez oaia dupa el] :D si sper k nu sa suparat :-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2447049143864345493-4003298272749875033?l=spiderpigana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/feeds/4003298272749875033/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2447049143864345493&amp;postID=4003298272749875033' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2447049143864345493/posts/default/4003298272749875033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2447049143864345493/posts/default/4003298272749875033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/2008/10/anunt.html' title='anunt'/><author><name>Frou Frou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06554182225155506964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR0i8r9HtOU/SXw_HfxT-2I/AAAAAAAAABM/k6IFo2Cjftw/S220/th_dragonsquee-vk11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2447049143864345493.post-8969034233891751918</id><published>2008-10-05T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T02:39:02.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>baaaaaaah :))</title><content type='html'>bah a inceput scoala :)) bah si e nashpa :))...avem numai profi idioti [te urasc ornella de ce ai profi mai misto k mine] :)) [si va urasc copii de la g kre faceti q profa de romana] :)).si avem teme la mate.muuuulte teme la mate.la info sunt bata :)) [ma pus p mine toni sa merg la avansati] :))...bah si am o oaie in clasa :)).. si alexandra e q varu :)) si eu ma inteleg bine q ilinca \:d/ si...umm...si manz e tare :)) si profu de logica e abs genial :)) si profa de bio :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah si dak iese ornella miss vianu sunt cea mai fericita :))...umm...si cretzomanu kiar e dragutz :)) si...sa mutat tudor inapoi...dar baaaah a incepus scoala si e nashpaaa :))...umm..ah da :)) jack :)) am poezii din locu ala .am zis "da" in fata unui ofiter de stare civila in locu ala :)) am racit in locu ala :))...ah si lmc :))...q [adi] si [toni] :)) doamne ce dubios e :)) :| [i mean it]...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan e tare :)) [dan a lu adi i mean] si dan al meu e tare :)) [&gt;:D&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si mie dor de ami :(( kre a uitat de mine :((...si de consuela [pe kre o vad azi dak nu mai ploua] :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knd am zis k "ne vedem in spate" nu credeam k o sa stau atat de mult acolo :)) dar imi place :)) [desi profii sunt batuti in kp si pun absente] :)) ah si sunt q toni in kz k nu stiati :)) si pe oaia mea o cheama milorad :)) [si sta in fata mea in banca] :))si...si ilinca e q tache :)) si roby poarta tocuri :)) si eu vreau botine si nu-mi ia nimeni :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dar...pe scurt....scoala e nashpa.nashpa q N mare :)) [mai ales tema la mate]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2447049143864345493-8969034233891751918?l=spiderpigana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/feeds/8969034233891751918/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2447049143864345493&amp;postID=8969034233891751918' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2447049143864345493/posts/default/8969034233891751918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2447049143864345493/posts/default/8969034233891751918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/2008/10/baaaaaaah.html' title='baaaaaaah :))'/><author><name>Frou Frou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06554182225155506964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR0i8r9HtOU/SXw_HfxT-2I/AAAAAAAAABM/k6IFo2Cjftw/S220/th_dragonsquee-vk11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2447049143864345493.post-3305250003835869461</id><published>2008-09-13T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T08:35:20.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vara asta...</title><content type='html'>azi e 13 septembrie.azi se fac 2 luni. 2 luni de cand am fost cea mai fericita persoana de pe pamantu asta.si totusi... imi mai aduc aminte si acum totate discutiile si toate momentele petrecute impreuna. nu credeam k dupa 2 luni o sa fiu asa :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma rog.vara asta a rulat din toate punctele de vedere. Am avut tot ce mi-am putut dori la un moment dat :). apoi ai aparut tu in viata mea si mi-am ridicat standardele prea sus.n-am putu sa te ajung, desi, pentru un moment, pareai asa de aproape...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am prieteni.prieteni buni :) o am p alexutza.p biscuite.cei doi copii frumosi ai mei care m-au paraist.pe gogo.pe vanghi... multi :) n-am crezut niciodata k o sa am atatia prieteni [sper eu] adevarati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cineva inteligent zicea ca viata e facuta din momente.iar vara asta a fost plina de momente abs spuerbe.din kirshna de dupa teze...de la tara cand urlam la telefon la ornella de bucurie ca am ramas amandoua in vianu :)...din tabara...cand dormeam 6 intr-un pat sau cand fugaream ursu cu lanterna [sau cand muream de frig si tu am tineai in brate]....din bucuresti...de la baschet din studentesc...de la bran cu fetele cand ne clacsonau camionagii...si cand stateam pana la 4 dimineata sa jucam carti...si ne fceam praf...si am mers sa vedem englezii de la frensi din tabara...de la paris pe ploaie...din sibiu cu rochia...:) din krishna cu fetel...din london cand am dat peste baieti si eu mam ascuns dupa un perete...:) ziua lu consuela...knd am dormit la alex si ne uitam la poze dintr-a 5a...de cand am mers q ami la bran si neam imbatat din prima seara...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fine...poaimaine e luni si incepe scoala....o sa fie la fel de frumos si de acum incolo....o sa am multi cunoscuti si prieteni...:) o sa fie dragutz sper...desi o sa-mi lipseasca momentele q ornella si ami din baie...q consuela de la usile maro cand chiuleam impreuna :-&lt;. sa-mi fie dor de multe chestii din vara asta...dar mai sunt 9 luni si vine vara viitoare...am timp sa fac loc pt alte amintiri pana atunci :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lve u all....alex ami roby ornella consuela saby sandra vali iulian gogoasa tanase darius vanghi osi :)) &gt;:D&lt; mersi ca miati facut vara asta mai frumoasa...mersi pt tot :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2447049143864345493-3305250003835869461?l=spiderpigana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/feeds/3305250003835869461/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2447049143864345493&amp;postID=3305250003835869461' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2447049143864345493/posts/default/3305250003835869461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2447049143864345493/posts/default/3305250003835869461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/2008/09/vara-asta.html' title='vara asta...'/><author><name>Frou Frou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06554182225155506964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR0i8r9HtOU/SXw_HfxT-2I/AAAAAAAAABM/k6IFo2Cjftw/S220/th_dragonsquee-vk11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2447049143864345493.post-6217701187287116105</id><published>2008-09-13T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T08:10:16.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>melodiile mele de toamna asta [3]</title><content type='html'>The ataris-In this diary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in this diary,&lt;br /&gt;I write you pages of my summer.&lt;br /&gt;It was the best I ever had.&lt;br /&gt;There were choruses and sing-alongs,&lt;br /&gt;and that unspoken feeling&lt;br /&gt;of knowing that right now is all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;All the nights we stayed up talking&lt;br /&gt;listening to 80's songs;&lt;br /&gt;and quoting lines from all those movies that we love.&lt;br /&gt;It still brings a smile to my face.&lt;br /&gt;I guess when it comes down to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Being grown up isn't half as fun as growing up:&lt;br /&gt;These are the best days of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that matters&lt;br /&gt;is just following your heart&lt;br /&gt;and eventually you'll finally get it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking into hotel swimming pools,&lt;br /&gt;and wreaking havoc on our world.&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out at truck stops just to pass the time.&lt;br /&gt;The black top's singing me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Lighting fireworks in parking lots,&lt;br /&gt;illuminate the blackest nights.&lt;br /&gt;Cherry cokes under this moonlit summer sky.&lt;br /&gt;2015 Riverside, it's time to say, "goodbye."&lt;br /&gt;Get on the bus, it's time to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2447049143864345493-6217701187287116105?l=spiderpigana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/feeds/6217701187287116105/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2447049143864345493&amp;postID=6217701187287116105' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2447049143864345493/posts/default/6217701187287116105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2447049143864345493/posts/default/6217701187287116105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/2008/09/melodiile-mele-de-toamna-asta-3.html' title='melodiile mele de toamna asta [3]'/><author><name>Frou Frou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06554182225155506964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR0i8r9HtOU/SXw_HfxT-2I/AAAAAAAAABM/k6IFo2Cjftw/S220/th_dragonsquee-vk11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2447049143864345493.post-1485460799865155012</id><published>2008-09-13T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T08:04:25.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>melodiile mele de toamna asta [2]</title><content type='html'>Faber Drve-When summer fades to fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;I count down the days until we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I wish there was a way that i could just stop time&lt;br /&gt;forever, remember&lt;br /&gt;summer nights we spent together&lt;br /&gt;on my car, counting stars&lt;br /&gt;just wishing I&lt;br /&gt;could stay(I know we only met a month ago)&lt;br /&gt;with you(its always hard to let the feelings go)&lt;br /&gt;when summer fades to fall(whoa whoa)&lt;br /&gt;I'd stay(I should have known that this would come and go)&lt;br /&gt;with you(and now we'll only get the afterglow)&lt;br /&gt;when summer fades to fall(whoa whoa)&lt;br /&gt;far away from you only time will tell&lt;br /&gt;when your back in school will you meet someone else&lt;br /&gt;remember, forever&lt;br /&gt;summer nights we spent together&lt;br /&gt;holding hands, making plans&lt;br /&gt;just wishing I&lt;br /&gt;could stay(I know we only met a month ago)&lt;br /&gt;with you(its always hard to let the feelings go)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when summer fades to fall(whoa whoa)&lt;br /&gt;I'd stay(I should have known that this would come and go)&lt;br /&gt;with you(and now we'll only get the afterglow)&lt;br /&gt;when summer fades to fall(whoa whoa)&lt;br /&gt;everytime I think of you&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna face the truth&lt;br /&gt;why wait forever knowing we may never follow through&lt;br /&gt;guess I should get over you&lt;br /&gt;but I cant let go so soon&lt;br /&gt;why wait forever knowing we may never follow though (I'll wait forever just for you)&lt;br /&gt;I count down the days until we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I wish there was a way that I could just stop time&lt;br /&gt;just wishing I&lt;br /&gt;could stay(I know we only met a month ago)&lt;br /&gt;with you(its always hard to let the feelings go)&lt;br /&gt;when summer fades to fall(whoa whoa)x3&lt;br /&gt;yeah(whoa whoa)&lt;br /&gt;I should have known that this would come and go&lt;br /&gt;and now we only get the after glow&lt;br /&gt;when summer fades to fall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2447049143864345493-1485460799865155012?l=spiderpigana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/feeds/1485460799865155012/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2447049143864345493&amp;postID=1485460799865155012' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2447049143864345493/posts/default/1485460799865155012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2447049143864345493/posts/default/1485460799865155012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/2008/09/melodiile-mele-de-toamna-asta-2.html' title='melodiile mele de toamna asta [2]'/><author><name>Frou Frou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06554182225155506964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR0i8r9HtOU/SXw_HfxT-2I/AAAAAAAAABM/k6IFo2Cjftw/S220/th_dragonsquee-vk11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2447049143864345493.post-6064165572688971865</id><published>2008-09-13T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T08:02:08.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>melodiile mele de toamna asta [1]</title><content type='html'>Blue-When Summer's gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a lonely type&lt;br /&gt;Her heart can not disguise&lt;br /&gt;Her passion...for life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a love for art&lt;br /&gt;(art)&lt;br /&gt;Painted pictures with her heart&lt;br /&gt;She's One (she's one)...Of a kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's standing tall&lt;br /&gt;She's got it all&lt;br /&gt;She's everything&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;Ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's standing tall&lt;br /&gt;She's got it all&lt;br /&gt;She's everything&lt;br /&gt;(everything)&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want me like I want you&lt;br /&gt;If you need me like I need you&lt;br /&gt;Its alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love me like I love you&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one to hold you&lt;br /&gt;Through the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be walking though leaves&lt;br /&gt;When summers gone&lt;br /&gt;We'll carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be walking through leaves&lt;br /&gt;When summers gone&lt;br /&gt;We'll carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a simple man&lt;br /&gt;Take pride in what I am&lt;br /&gt;Got passion&lt;br /&gt;(passion)&lt;br /&gt;For life&lt;br /&gt;(for life)&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I'm like the rest&lt;br /&gt;With my heart up on my chest&lt;br /&gt;I try to...Be kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's standing tall&lt;br /&gt;She's got it all&lt;br /&gt;yehhh&lt;br /&gt;She's everything&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;Ooh Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's standing tall&lt;br /&gt;She's got it all&lt;br /&gt;(got it all)&lt;br /&gt;She's everything that I'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want me like I want you&lt;br /&gt;If you need me like I need you&lt;br /&gt;Its alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love me like I love you&lt;br /&gt;(if you want me)&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one to hold you&lt;br /&gt;(if you need me)&lt;br /&gt;Through the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be walking though leaves&lt;br /&gt;When summers gone&lt;br /&gt;We'll carry on&lt;br /&gt;(ooh we'll carry on)&lt;br /&gt;(ooh we'll carry on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be walking through leaves&lt;br /&gt;When summers gone&lt;br /&gt;We'll carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I do believe&lt;br /&gt;Some things are meant to be yeah......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want me like I want you&lt;br /&gt;If you need me like I need you&lt;br /&gt;Its alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yeah.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love me like I love you&lt;br /&gt;(if you want me)&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one to hold you&lt;br /&gt;Through the night&lt;br /&gt;(ooh yeahhhhh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be walking though leaves&lt;br /&gt;When summers gone&lt;br /&gt;We'll carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be walking through leaves&lt;br /&gt;When summers gone&lt;br /&gt;We'll carry on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2447049143864345493-6064165572688971865?l=spiderpigana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/feeds/6064165572688971865/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2447049143864345493&amp;postID=6064165572688971865' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>Am incercat sa imi imaginez cum va fi momentul in care ne vom revedea. Am incercat sa ma gandesc ce iti voi spune, sau mai bine, ce ar fi cel mai potrivit sa iti spun.&lt;br /&gt;   As fi vrut sa iti spun ca mi-a fost dor de tine, ca m-am gandit mereu la tine, ca plang atunci candvad poze cu noi sau cand ascult "melodia noastra". As fi vrut sa aflii ca te iubesc si ca, probabil, te-am iubit in tot acest timp, ca, parand departe, am fost mereu aproape de tine, ca tin minte tot ce mi-ai spus, ca mai plang si acum cand imi aduc aminte.&lt;br /&gt;   M-am intrebat daca si tu simti la fel, daca mai simti la fel ca altadata, daca ai fi dispus sa risti pentru mine, sa luptam impreuna, sa ne gandim mai intai la noi. "Speranta moare ultima" mi-ai zis tu odata. Acum imi dau seama cata dreptate aveai.&lt;br /&gt;   M-am gandit cum ar fi sa vorbim despre noi. M-am gandit cum ar fi sa stam impreuna si, dintr-o data sa ma iei de mana, m-am gandit cum ar fi sa dansam ca atunci, ca atunci cand nu puteam sa ma bucur... sa dansam asa de apropiati ca atunci. Cum ar fi sa ma saruti... Apoi sa stam de vorba... sa ma opresti din vorbaria mea atat de lunga, care imi tradeaza emotiile, numai pentru a-mi spue ca ma iubesti. Cum ar fi sa imi fie atat de frica, dar sa stiu ca atata timp cat vei fi langa mine, nu imi va mai fi frica de nimic.&lt;br /&gt;   Dar stiu ca atunci cand te voi vedea, o sa raman blocata, cu lacrimi in ochi, uitandu-ma la tine... Asa ca tot ce imi imaginez e de prisos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                       Cu drag,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                   Eu.&lt;br /&gt;[scrisa de sabina.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2447049143864345493-1829681750974770716?l=spiderpigana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/feeds/1829681750974770716/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2447049143864345493&amp;postID=1829681750974770716' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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saptamana de dupa tabara. ce copil copac sunt...bineinteles ca mi-e dor de perioada aia.... era totu frumos...te aveam pe tine... pe tine cel dragutz nu evorba k si acum te mai am...[sau poate nu] dar nu asa cum as fi vrut. suntem pe duca... aqm 2 zile s-a facut o luna... pe 13...:)) ce zi cu noroc ne-am gasit si noi... poate sunt fraiera...de fapt sigur sunt fraiera... dar...doamne n-ai idee kt de fericita am fost atunci la get smart. si dupaia...si in general vorbind am fost fericita sa fiu cu tine.aveam senzatia k asa trebuie sa fie.banuiesc ca m-am inselat... asa cum m-am inselat si cu wily...de care mi-a placut 2 ani...cum m-am inselat si q adi..de kre mia plaqt un an...qm m-am insehlat si q cioby...pe care n-am fost in stare sa-l pastrez. am sperat k n-o sa gresesc. de-aia mam desp de cioby. am sperat k o sa fie bine. parea sa fie bine... nu mai conteaza. o sa-mi fie dor de tine sa stii. oricat de tampit te-ai purtat cu mine oricat de tare n-ai crede asta o sa-mi fie dor de tine. intr-un fel... nush...paote nu ar fi trebuit sa fac asta dar nu regret nimik. absolut nimik.&lt;br /&gt;obisnuiam sa fim..."parintii perfecti" mai stii?:)) ce tare era...:-&lt;&lt;br /&gt;parintii perfecti nu se cearta asa k noi...&lt;br /&gt;in fine.om vedea ce-o fi.sper doar sa fie bine.&lt;br /&gt;pana atunci...&gt;:D&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2447049143864345493-1191630471036787028?l=spiderpigana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/feeds/1191630471036787028/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2447049143864345493&amp;postID=1191630471036787028' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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el. dar....se pare ca m-am inselat nu-i asa? si totusi...as vrea sa cred ca gresesc. am inceput sa deschid ochii. mi-am dat seama ca eu sunt acolo pentru toata lumea dar k nimeni nu e acolo pentru mine cand am nevoie sa plang pe umarul cuiva k darius se desparte de mine si k eu nu stiu ce sa fac. doamne kta incredere am avut in voi...&lt;br /&gt;m-ati dezamagit. si probabil o sa continuati sa o faceti. cu totii.&lt;br /&gt;ce s-a intamplat q ataitudiena aia de dupa tabara? q toate mesajele q "va iubesc" q toate chestiile dragute pe care le ziceati? erau doare de fatada? erau doar k sa treaca timpul? nu ma conteaza...in momentu de fata nu mai conteaza nimik. pentru ca oricum nu o sa reactionati cand o sa cititi [dak o sa citit vreodata] asta.&lt;br /&gt;poate k e vina mea. poate n-ar fi treuit sa ma implic. dar mi-ati inspirat incredere mai ales dupa 4 ani petrecuti impreuna. stiu ca nimik nu e vesnic dar nu ma asteptam sa treaca totul pe langa voi atat de repede ca si cum nimic nu ar fi existat. totusi... poate k dak n-am fi plecat q totii separat dupaia...dar kiar si asa... nua veati nici un drept sa va cimportati k si cum v-ar pasa...si apoi sa ma lasati balta... nu aveati absolut nici un drept sa faceti asta... o sa mai stam 4 ani impreuna...dar nus tiu dak mai merita efortu...nu stiu dak merita sa ma mai kinui pt voi...&lt;br /&gt;sper sa se chimbe macar ceva kt de mic din toamna...pana atunci mai am o luna de asteptat...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2447049143864345493-1484649914002282552?l=spiderpigana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/feeds/1484649914002282552/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2447049143864345493&amp;postID=1484649914002282552' title='0 comentarii'/><link 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[miercuri]</title><content type='html'>sandra: vreau si eu un tip bun cu creier si sentimental dak s poate&lt;br /&gt;sandra: park comand ceva la mc&lt;br /&gt;sandra: un happy meal v rog..&lt;br /&gt;sandra: cu jucarie =0&lt;br /&gt;sandra: =)&lt;br /&gt;eu: de preferat q rotitza&lt;br /&gt;sandra:  =))&lt;br /&gt;sandra: functionabila dak s poate&lt;br /&gt;eu: si kre sa fie si dragutza&lt;br /&gt;sandra: si sa nu vrea sex din prima&lt;br /&gt;eu: si sa stie s sarute&lt;br /&gt;sandra: si sa nu-i pese doar d el si de atacul babelor ucigase&lt;br /&gt;eu: si sa&lt;br /&gt;eu: se implice&lt;br /&gt;eu: emotional vbind&lt;br /&gt;sandra: sa ma apere si sa nul apar eu pe el&lt;br /&gt;sandra: sa fie open minded&lt;br /&gt;eu: vise&lt;br /&gt;sandra: sa-i placa industrialu&lt;br /&gt;eu: pot s pun asta p blog?&lt;br /&gt;sandra: si sa fie goth&lt;br /&gt;sandra: sure&lt;br /&gt;sandra: the purrfect guy disscusion&lt;br /&gt;sandra: =)&lt;br /&gt;eu: true&lt;br /&gt;sandra: eh..makr putem visa&lt;br /&gt;eu: oh..sa fie skater&lt;br /&gt;sandra: goth for me skater for u&lt;br /&gt;sandra: ne intalnim peste 20 d ani eu cu o fetitza d 5 ani cu dermatograf la ochi si tu cu un baietzel cu un skate mic in bratze =)&lt;br /&gt;eu: aha&lt;br /&gt;sandra: si poate s combina&lt;br /&gt;sandra: o.O&lt;br /&gt;eu: poate se cupleaza&lt;br /&gt;sandra: c plozi ar iesi si din ei&lt;br /&gt;sandra:=))&lt;br /&gt;eu: =))&lt;br /&gt;sandra: god damn u&lt;br /&gt;sandra: =)&lt;br /&gt;sandra: un goth cu haine de skater&lt;br /&gt;sandra: goth la fatza cu skateri in picioare&lt;br /&gt;eu: asta dak o sa mai existe omenirea peste 2 generatii&lt;br /&gt;sandra: =)&lt;br /&gt;sandra: apocalypsaaaa&lt;br /&gt;eu: si noi o sa fim bunicutze si o s ne uitam l ei si o sa facem :cool dude&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2447049143864345493-364938858806431178?l=spiderpigana.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR0i8r9HtOU/SXw_HfxT-2I/AAAAAAAAABM/k6IFo2Cjftw/S220/th_dragonsquee-vk11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2447049143864345493.post-2283055705107195273</id><published>2008-05-23T05:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T05:53:47.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>am scapat de teze tananananana :))</title><content type='html'>V-am ascultat cat am fost la scoala&lt;br /&gt;Toata vorba goala&lt;br /&gt;A trecut pe langa mine&lt;br /&gt;Si imi pare bine&lt;br /&gt;Ca daca va ascultam&lt;br /&gt;Si daca va credeam&lt;br /&gt;Ajungeam ca voi - ajungeam un gunoi&lt;br /&gt;Stai acasa, repeta, citeste, invata&lt;br /&gt;Lucruri inutile pe care le faci ca sa iesi in fata&lt;br /&gt;In clasa, sa te laude profesorii&lt;br /&gt;Vrei s-ajungi ca ei? Ei iti sunt mentorii?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refren:&lt;br /&gt;Nu ai loc sa te-ascunzi&lt;br /&gt;Nu ai unde sa fugi&lt;br /&gt;Nici o sansa nu ai sa scapi&lt;br /&gt;Ai ramas izolat,&lt;br /&gt;Tremuri si esti speriat&lt;br /&gt;Stai pe vine si da din cap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In liceu eram de capul meu si n-aveam nici o treaba&lt;br /&gt;Desi n-aveam bani,&lt;br /&gt;Aveam baietii care sa mearga sa faca cheta&lt;br /&gt;De la fraierii ca tine&lt;br /&gt;Ai fi dat oricat ca sa ajungi ca mine&lt;br /&gt;Inconjurat de gaste si de late moluste&lt;br /&gt;Ramaneam sa bem afara iar tu intrai la scoala&lt;br /&gt;Seara cand venea puneam fetele la lucru&lt;br /&gt;Tu te duceai acasa si-o dadeai in cap lu' mutu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refren:&lt;br /&gt;Nu ai loc sa te-ascunzi&lt;br /&gt;Nu ai unde sa fugi&lt;br /&gt;Nici o sansa nu ai sa scapi&lt;br /&gt;Ai ramas izolat,&lt;br /&gt;Tremuri si esti speriat&lt;br /&gt;Stai pe vine si da din cap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-au mai ramas doua strofe sa vorbesc despre tine&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu de ce am pierdut atata timp sa scriu despre tine&lt;br /&gt;Nu meriti nici cea mai mica atentie&lt;br /&gt;Din punctul meu de vedere esti o mare frectie&lt;br /&gt;Ai ramas la fel si nimic n-o sa te schimbe&lt;br /&gt;Sambata si duminica iesi cu ma-ta sa te plimbe&lt;br /&gt;Esti un caine legat la ochi si de picioare&lt;br /&gt;Si tot asa vei fi si in viata urmatoare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refren:&lt;br /&gt;Nu ai loc sa te-ascunzi&lt;br /&gt;Nu ai unde sa fugi&lt;br /&gt;Nici o sansa nu ai sa scapi&lt;br /&gt;Ai ramas izolat,&lt;br /&gt;Tremuri si esti speriat&lt;br /&gt;Stai pe vine si da dïn cap&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2447049143864345493-2283055705107195273?l=spiderpigana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/feeds/2283055705107195273/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2447049143864345493&amp;postID=2283055705107195273' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2447049143864345493/posts/default/2283055705107195273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2447049143864345493/posts/default/2283055705107195273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/2008/05/am-scapat-de-teze-tananananana.html' title='am scapat de teze tananananana :))'/><author><name>Frou Frou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06554182225155506964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR0i8r9HtOU/SXw_HfxT-2I/AAAAAAAAABM/k6IFo2Cjftw/S220/th_dragonsquee-vk11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2447049143864345493.post-579202931868231809</id><published>2008-05-23T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T05:44:36.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>uhh :)</title><content type='html'>baaaaiii.maaaa indragoooostiiiit. in sfarsit. dupa aproape un an. :"&gt; zambetu tamp [imi iubesc zambetu tamp]...rad ca fraiera si rosesc de nebuna...mooorde ras si lumea pune intrebari dubioase. luna mai ruleaza :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah e bine. e atata de bine incat nici eu numi dau seama exact cat de bine e. oricum viata mea ruleaza :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2447049143864345493-579202931868231809?l=spiderpigana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/feeds/579202931868231809/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2447049143864345493&amp;postID=579202931868231809' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2447049143864345493/posts/default/579202931868231809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2447049143864345493/posts/default/579202931868231809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/2008/05/uhh.html' title='uhh :)'/><author><name>Frou Frou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06554182225155506964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR0i8r9HtOU/SXw_HfxT-2I/AAAAAAAAABM/k6IFo2Cjftw/S220/th_dragonsquee-vk11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2447049143864345493.post-1731386741904157703</id><published>2008-05-22T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T10:52:46.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>joi [lista]</title><content type='html'>22.05.2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am 15 ani de 2 saptamani si 2 zile [ceea ce e sexi]. Buuun. Viata mea de elev de 15 ani aflat in ultimele doua saptamani ale ultimului ei an gimnazial e mult prea tare. Chill, cafenele, parcuri, Ciobi, Ami, Ornella si planuri pentru la vara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ziua de azi, de joi, s-ar descrie cam asa:&lt;br /&gt;  "intr-o joi, doi coi moi:noi"&lt;br /&gt;comentariul ar fi :&lt;br /&gt;  "bine dar noi eram 3"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deci ziua de azi a rulat pentru ca:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    -"am avut probleme personale",ceea ce a insemnat k am plekt de la ultimele doua ore k sa mergem in herastrau&lt;br /&gt;    -era cat pe aci sa ne intalnim q diriga care se afla in trafic, pe drumul nostru inspre glorie :))&lt;br /&gt;    -pentru ca "belim pula"&lt;br /&gt;    -pentru ca nenea ala chel si dubios seamana q moraru&lt;br /&gt;    -pentru "va bronzati fetele? nu vreti niste ochelari de soare?"&lt;br /&gt;    -pentru ca mereu cand imi scot copilul in oras ma agata cineva :)) [aqm ne-au agatat pe amnadoua o gramada de dubioasi, ceea ce arata ca suntem sexi impreuna]&lt;br /&gt;    -pentru ca ciobi e fun&lt;br /&gt;    -pentru ca mancam cipsuri si biscuiti in herastrau si pentru ca guma mov [cik] are gust d medicamente&lt;br /&gt;    -pentru ca exista noroi&lt;br /&gt;    -pentru ca am nimerit q fundu intro balta, copilu a avut noroi pe blugi si ciobi sia murdarit pretiosii skateri&lt;br /&gt;    -pentru ca am faqt poza q balauru&lt;br /&gt;    -pentru ca nati vrut sa facem poza q ursu [care era un cos de gunoi dar asta era partea a2a]&lt;br /&gt;    -pentru ca vorbim tampenii in 41 si lumea se uita dubios la noi&lt;br /&gt;    -pentru ca era sa ne calce o usha&lt;br /&gt;    -pentru ca exista termenii de "testiculam" si "cacagica"&lt;br /&gt;    -pentru ca unii fac piiipiiiiliiicaaa pe ei&lt;br /&gt;    -pentru ca am iesit pe locu 3 ieri la fotbal :))&lt;br /&gt;    -pentru ca ami are un caine milog&lt;br /&gt;    -pentru ca am papat gogoshele q ciocolata la tine inainte de lexis&lt;br /&gt;    -pentru ca chiulim de la sesiunea de referate de maine pe motiv ca m-a anuntat azi ciudatu ala de prof de ea&lt;br /&gt;    -pentru ca herastrau ruleaza&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;[&lt;3]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2447049143864345493-1731386741904157703?l=spiderpigana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/feeds/1731386741904157703/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2447049143864345493&amp;postID=1731386741904157703' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2447049143864345493/posts/default/1731386741904157703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2447049143864345493/posts/default/1731386741904157703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/2008/05/joi-lista.html' title='joi [lista]'/><author><name>Frou Frou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06554182225155506964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR0i8r9HtOU/SXw_HfxT-2I/AAAAAAAAABM/k6IFo2Cjftw/S220/th_dragonsquee-vk11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2447049143864345493.post-2996164446257475875</id><published>2008-05-03T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T10:54:52.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>de ce iubim noi timisoara (40)</title><content type='html'>1.pentru ca tramvaiele si autobuzele sunt alb cu mov si seamana cu vaca milka&lt;br /&gt;2.pentru ca au numai mancaruri ciudate&lt;br /&gt;3.pentru ca ne-am luat un chateaubriand flambat :)) si a ras toata lumea de noi&lt;br /&gt;4.pentru ca ne uitam la snooker si pt k a castigat cine trebuia&lt;br /&gt;5.pentru mafia&lt;br /&gt;6.pentru vata de zahar&lt;br /&gt;7.pentru ca au o piata plina de porumbei&lt;br /&gt;8.pentru ca ciobi si petru ruleaza&lt;br /&gt;9.pentru ca am facut fie foarte bine fie foarte prost&lt;br /&gt;10.pentru ca ma-i asteptat la gara&lt;br /&gt;11.pentru ca tramvaiele seamana cu niste dubite&lt;br /&gt;12.pentru ca e un oras plin de copaci&lt;br /&gt;13.pentru ca au turta dulce&lt;br /&gt;14.pentru ca au inlocuit metrou nostru vechi si mirositor cu niste tramvaie&lt;br /&gt;15.pentru ca seamana cu viena&lt;br /&gt;16.pentru ca teatru national timisoara e "o chestie"&lt;br /&gt;17.pentru ca iti ia 8 ore cu trenu sa ajungi acolo&lt;br /&gt;18.pentru ca mersu cu trenu ruleaza&lt;br /&gt;19.pentru ca petru nu vrea sa fie provocat sa mearga la baie in tren&lt;br /&gt;20.pentru ca arata super tare locu ala, chiar daca e cam jerpelit&lt;br /&gt;21.pentru ca nimeni nu ma lasa sa le fac poze&lt;br /&gt;22.pentru ca a fost ziua lu roby si si-a botezat ursul shibby&lt;br /&gt;23.pt k miam gasit o duda :)) si o cheama ioana &gt;:D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;24.pentru ca exista alex si roby&lt;br /&gt;25.pentru ca dushmi e baiat bun&lt;br /&gt;26pentru ca ionutz a venitcu bunica, iar bunica lui ionutz ruleaza&lt;br /&gt;27.pentru ca aia de a9a de la sava bilingv sunt gay si prosti&lt;br /&gt;28.pentru ca am inceput sa ascult nightwish de atunci&lt;br /&gt;29.pentru ca pe toti peretii din cnb era plin de postere cu olimpiada noastra&lt;br /&gt;30.pentru ca au iepuri&lt;br /&gt;31.pentru ca iepurii stau in oua si pentru cas nimfomani&lt;br /&gt;32.pentru ca baietii se pocnesc cu legitimatiile de concurs&lt;br /&gt;33.pentru ca ne-a stropit o fantana :)&lt;br /&gt;34.pentru ca mama petru e foarte tare.si mama ioana si mama dushmi la fel :)&lt;br /&gt;35.pentru ca suntem mai prieteni&lt;br /&gt;36.pentru ca rochiile de la rinascimento arata dubios :)&lt;br /&gt;37.pentru ca (ne) iubim mai mult&lt;br /&gt;38.pentru ca au bilete de tramvai dragutze :)&lt;br /&gt;39.pentru ca va cunosc&lt;br /&gt;40.pentru ca suntem noi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2447049143864345493-2996164446257475875?l=spiderpigana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/feeds/2996164446257475875/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2447049143864345493&amp;postID=2996164446257475875' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2447049143864345493/posts/default/2996164446257475875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2447049143864345493/posts/default/2996164446257475875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/2008/05/de-ce-iubim-noi-timisoara-40.html' title='de ce iubim noi timisoara (40)'/><author><name>Frou Frou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06554182225155506964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR0i8r9HtOU/SXw_HfxT-2I/AAAAAAAAABM/k6IFo2Cjftw/S220/th_dragonsquee-vk11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2447049143864345493.post-6236992094587711603</id><published>2008-05-03T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T03:34:33.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>perle de nationala :)</title><content type='html'>sau de ce sunt tari copiii destepti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.eu in tren [ora 8 dimineata]: "ma doare gaurica"&lt;br /&gt;2.pentru intre porumbei: "sunt regele pasaricilor" :))&lt;br /&gt;3.alexandra, referindu-se la tnt "cladirea asta e o chestie"&lt;br /&gt;4."eu nu zic bagami-ai.numai portar zice asa"&lt;br /&gt;5.eu in tren: "stiu ca azi am scos numai pasarele pe gura dar chiar nu o fac intentionat" replica de la munte "intr-adevar, ai scos numai pasarici pe gura azi"&lt;br /&gt;6.ciobi catre bunica :"frate e asa de dezorganizat... o statie e p o parte si ailalta pe cealalta parte a curvei..."&lt;br /&gt;etc.&lt;br /&gt;daca mai aveti perle anuntatima pls k eu nu le mai stiu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2447049143864345493-6236992094587711603?l=spiderpigana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/feeds/6236992094587711603/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2447049143864345493&amp;postID=6236992094587711603' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2447049143864345493/posts/default/6236992094587711603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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fel. ma rog nici viata nu prea este in nici un fel.&lt;br /&gt;ati tinut vreodata enoooorm de mult la cineva?pentru ca daca nu puteti sa nu mai cititi. in fine. pseudonimu de "persoana x" l-am mai folosit. s-o numim persoana"a". ma rog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am cunoscut aceasta persoana "a" acum mult timp.4 ani fix. eram miiiica.bine pe vremea aia si el era mai mic daaar asta e partea a2a. ne-am inteles bine....vreun an. la un momentdat eu am facut o prostie, el a facut o prostie si eu am plecat in tabara. si n-am mai vorbit. si mi-a parut rau knd m-am intors. ma rog ne-am impacat. doua zile in vara aia am fost fericita. pana cand...ei bine pana cand n-am mai fost deloc. mi-a cam cazut ceru in cap in seara aia sa stii. mi-am promis k eu nu ma mai chinui pentru nimeni in halu ala. a zis k nu e suficient de bun pentru mine. ma rog. in momentul ala am renuntat la IDEEA de a fi cu el. am renuntat la tot. mi-a mai placut inca juma de an de el dupaia daaaar...asa pe fundal nush sa explic. adica era fara speranta si stiam asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am renuntat de tot cam acum un an jumate. dupa ce am renuntat in martie, pana in august anu trecut n-am mai vorbit cu el. ma rog. cand ne-am revazut se schimbase. enoooooorm. zilele trecute a si zis ca atunci knd ne-am despartit definitiv sau ma rog pe vremea aia era praf era groaznic era....ma rog jos dpdv uman. si eu il cred pe cuvant pentru ca n-am avut niciodata imresia asta despre el. acum ne intelegem bine. ca prieteni. la un momenddat ne intelegeam bine. ca frate si sora. [ma rog are grija de mine "invata ana", "ce kkt ana nu face k mine", "plm ana fii copilash cuminte si invata" sugi knd faci asa sa stii pt k tu nu te asculti.eu de ce te-as asculta?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fine.au trecut anii. si m-am schimbat enorm.cel putin asa mi se pare. sper totusi k m-am schimbat in bine. au fost niste veri dementiale de ce nad n-eam cunoscut. pacat ca au fost doar trei. ma rog. acum, cand le povestesc oamenilor de persoana "a" toti ma intreaba "daca ti-ar propune, ai mai fii cu el?". cred ca in trei zile m-au intrebat trei persoane diferite fara sa vorbeasca una cu alta exact acelasi lucru. toate trei si-au raspuns singure "evident ca da". eu nu inteleg tocmai asta. de ce e asa de evident? adica...nu m-am mai gandit de mult la asta. mai exact de vreo doi ani pe putin. ideea dubioasa e k nu pot sa-mi imaginez cum ar fi sa fim iar impreuna. [probabil k a fi tare rtecunosc] dar nustiu. ma rog. eu zic ca am trecut peste.nici nu stiu daca e bine sau rau. si totusi...daca nu am trecut peste? uh de ce pun oamenii intrebari tampite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ma rog...]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2447049143864345493-5042804370194141132?l=spiderpigana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/feeds/5042804370194141132/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2447049143864345493&amp;postID=5042804370194141132' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2447049143864345493/posts/default/5042804370194141132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2447049143864345493/posts/default/5042804370194141132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/2008/04/afara-ploua-si-lumea-pune-intrebari.html' title='afara ploua si lumea pune intrebari tampite'/><author><name>Frou Frou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06554182225155506964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR0i8r9HtOU/SXw_HfxT-2I/AAAAAAAAABM/k6IFo2Cjftw/S220/th_dragonsquee-vk11.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2447049143864345493.post-3827725761563987702</id><published>2008-02-10T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T04:53:17.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings part 2</title><content type='html'>Well...i sort of figured out why i always am depressed and sad and quiet and stuff. Uh. E ai greu decat credeam. Mai stiti prima zi de scoala? Ziua aia dubioasa in care alergam cu 50 km/h prin curte si imbratisam pe toata lumea? Ala e felul meu propriu si personal de a le arata oamenilor ca sunt heppy si de a le da si lor macar un pic acolo din fericirea mea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asta e problema. Eu  dau celor din jurul meu cam..TOATA fericirea mea...si dupa ce le-o dau...de obicei pastrez un pic si pentru mine. De obicei e prea putin. Mereu se gaseste cineva care sa faca praf fericirea mea cu tot optimismu pe care il implica chestia asta. Eu sunt cam ca un ....rezervor de benzina?? [cred cel putin] sau mai bine zis ca un protofel. Acumulez greu fericire..putin cate putin...o pierd repede pe nimicuri si atunci cand ma umplu fie dau pe afara si ma golesc de tot fie pur si simplu cheltui toti banii pe nimicuri si ma golesc de tot. Si asta spune mule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate sunt maniaco-depresiva cum ar spune matei. Ideea e ca nu-mi pasa. Imi place sa stiu ca macar o picatura din rezervoru meu de fericire care se umple greu si se goleste usor contribuie la umplerea altor rezervoare de fericire. Si ma simt al naibii de mandra de asta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2447049143864345493-3827725761563987702?l=spiderpigana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/feeds/3827725761563987702/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2447049143864345493&amp;postID=3827725761563987702' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2447049143864345493/posts/default/3827725761563987702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2447049143864345493/posts/default/3827725761563987702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/2008/02/feelings-part-2.html' title='Feelings part 2'/><author><name>Frou Frou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06554182225155506964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR0i8r9HtOU/SXw_HfxT-2I/AAAAAAAAABM/k6IFo2Cjftw/S220/th_dragonsquee-vk11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2447049143864345493.post-2587161559069664504</id><published>2008-02-08T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T06:07:01.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inevitabil.</title><content type='html'>Te culci seara la 11 jumate, [sau pe la 8 din greseala, cum fac eu]. Te trezesti cand vine unul dintre parinti, aprinde lumina la tine in camera si incepe si zbiara "trezeste-te!!! E 7 fara 10. Ce ai prima ora?". Morocanos, deschizi un ochi, cauti patura, ti-o tragi peste cap si bodogani ceva de genul "lasa-ma-n pace. N-am chef de scoala azi.Ma duc si maine. Acum stinge prostia de lumina". Apoi, inevitabil, cineva vine, iti ia patura si zice "hai a intarzii. Nu te mai prostii atata".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din obligatie, te duci la baie, te uiti in oglinda, te sperii de ce vezi, apoi te speli pe dinti, mai bodogani putin prin baie, apoi, inevitabil, te imbraci-de obicei cu ce-ti pica in mana, pentru ca na, la ora aia... numai de moda nu-ti arde. Apoi, iei ghiozdanul de pe birou, treci prin bucatarie de unde iti pescuiesti banii, mancarea, telefonul si cheile si primesti ca bonus niste intrebari de genul "ti-ai luat telefonul? Ti-ai pus aia? Da' cealalta?". Inevitabil, dai ochii peste cap, zici "Da mama, da...oooof", te freci putin la ochi, apoi te incalti si te cari...uitand probabil acasa jumatate din lucrurile pe care ai spus ca le-ai luat. Te urci in masina, dai drumul la radio, eventual pe Guerilla sau pe City ca orice om normal, pleci, ajungi in bulevard unde, inevitabil, te loveste brusc aglomeratia de dimineata. Toti oamenii somnorosi si morocanosi sunt in trafic la 7 a.m. In timp ce persoana care conduce langa tine se enerveaza pe idiotii care dorm in trafic, tu, semi-treaz, asculti muzica la radio, dai mai tare, schimbi programu, apoi te enervezi ca peste tot sunt reclame si te apuci si palavragesti foarte vesel cu cineva care oricum nu te aude pentru ca e prea atent la trafic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajungi la scoala la si 33 speriat de bombe ca ar fi putut sa-ti vina profa, asta pana cand ajungi in fata clasei si vezi ca nu-s decat 2 oamenii ca restu mai intarzie si nici urma de prof. Deja treaz, te relaxezi, zbieri un "neata" catre doritorii de urari. Scoti 3 caiete la intamplare, asa sa nu te ia profu pe nepregatite, te asezi pe o banca si socializezi. Unu' citeste compacte. Fetele sunt la baie. Baietii sunt la bufet. Iti imbatisezi cele mai bune prietene dupa care vrei o acadea. Te rogi de tanti de la bufet sa-ti dea una roz si speri macar sa primesti una portocalie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inevitabil, vin profii. unul dupa altul. Pe unii ii stii deja de ceva ani. Altii sunt novice. Au venit anu' asta in liceu si se cred destepti. Pacat ca aia care se cred destepti nu sunt mereu. Inevitabil, cand vine profu, zambeste stingher la fetele plictisite de viata din fata lui, te strambi la el, apoi te strambi la colegul de banca, se stramba inapoi la tine. Te mai strambi la juma de clasa care fie dorm fie rad de prof fie se stramba si ei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cel mai bun lucru al vietii de elev sunt pauzele. Cum de mici am crescut in lumea vitezei, in 5 minute se pot face al naibii de multe lucruri. Te saluti cu juma' de scoala in drum spre bufet, unde stai 10 minute la o coada enorma ca sa dai 50 de bani pe o acadea pe care oricum, inevitabil, va trebui sa o arunci dupa 5 minute pentru ca, inevitabil se va auzi o voce isterica de profesor "nu mai mancati la ora mea!! de cate ori v-am spus!!". In urmatoarele 5 minute libere, ca acum deja ai intarziat la ora, iesi pana in curte sa iei o gura de aer su/sau zapada. Iti oxigenezi putin creierii si-ti mai destinzi fatadupa atata strambat la profi. Mai ai vreo 3 pauze. Te duci la baie, la o barfa, te uiti in pglinda si, inevitabil, iar te sperii de ce vezi. Mai bei o cola, mai faci un mishto de cineva si asa s-a dus ziua. Se termina orle, dai sa pleci acasa si iti dai seama ca n-ai cu cine. Te intalnesti cu aia de dupamiaza, mai bei o cola, furi un biscuite, si-ti gasesti 2 colegi care au drum comun cu tine macar pana in statia de autobuz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odata ajuns acasa, ai cam juma de oa sa te relaxezi, ca dupaia ai romana/engleza/mate/fizica sau orice altceva consumator de timp si chef. Mai faci niste teme, mai inveti, apoi, inevitabil, faci un dus, mai scrii cuiva o maslina intr-un mesaj sau un coment tampit pe hi5 si te pui in pat. dai sa citesti dar adormi cu cartea in mana pe la 11 juma...sau pe la 8..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apoi o iei iar de la pagina 1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2447049143864345493-2587161559069664504?l=spiderpigana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/feeds/2587161559069664504/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2447049143864345493&amp;postID=2587161559069664504' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2447049143864345493/posts/default/2587161559069664504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2447049143864345493/posts/default/2587161559069664504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/2008/02/inevitabil.html' title='Inevitabil.'/><author><name>Frou Frou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06554182225155506964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR0i8r9HtOU/SXw_HfxT-2I/AAAAAAAAABM/k6IFo2Cjftw/S220/th_dragonsquee-vk11.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2447049143864345493.post-5010058527387617436</id><published>2008-02-07T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T05:07:27.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's day or why do i hate pink hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;    Well, some wise kid once said in a movie "Valentine's Day is a holiday made by greeting cards companies to make people feel like shit". Somehow, he's damn right. I mean...I hate Valentine's day...and not for selfish reasons. But i belive that if you do lave somebody... you don't need Valentine's day to prove it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;    Cuz love's more than just taking somebody out on the 14th of feb.  Love's more than just  taking somebody an impersonal and totally unoriginal gift that probably other 200 ppl have bought.&lt;br /&gt;    Uh m-am plictisit de engleza. toata lumea e innebunita de valentine's. "Uh nuvreau sa fiu singur/a de valentine's" sau "Uh ce cadou sa-i iau de valentine's o inimioara roz pe care scrie 'te iubesc'  sau o inimioara rosie pe care scrie &lt;kiss me=""&gt;&lt;/kiss&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;kiss  me="" style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;'kiss me'??". I mean.. ppl celebrate love everyday anyhow. So why do we still celebrate valentine's?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;    E exact ce a zis matei de sms-urile cu poezioare luate de pe net de craciun. De ce sa trimiti la toata lumea din angenda un sms impersonal cand poti pur si simplu sa-i suni pe oamenii la care tii si sa le spui simplu "Craciun Fericit bah!"?     Ma rog cam asa e si cu Valentine's day. A devenit muuuuult prea comercial. Nu se mai bune accentu pe sentimente. Se pune accentu pe cadouri. Se pune accentu pe "a fi tare de valentine's". Toata lumea spune "vreau sa-i fac lu' iubi o surpriza de valentine's" shit ppl...nu-i faci o surpriza cuiva de ziua indragostititlor cand e evident ca se asteapta sa ii faci o surpriza nuh?? Ce naiba...what's the point of being commercial??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;    You don't have to be with somebody on valentine's to know that you are bing loved. You don't prove to anybody that you love them by making them a gift on valentine's day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  You don't show anything with valentine's day. You just show that you are unoriginal&lt;/kiss&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2447049143864345493-5010058527387617436?l=spiderpigana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/feeds/5010058527387617436/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2447049143864345493&amp;postID=5010058527387617436' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2447049143864345493/posts/default/5010058527387617436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2447049143864345493/posts/default/5010058527387617436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-day-or-why-do-i-hate-pink.html' title='Valentine&apos;s day or why do i hate pink hearts'/><author><name>Frou Frou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06554182225155506964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR0i8r9HtOU/SXw_HfxT-2I/AAAAAAAAABM/k6IFo2Cjftw/S220/th_dragonsquee-vk11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2447049143864345493.post-2628646596738362157</id><published>2007-09-20T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T08:07:03.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpe Diem</title><content type='html'>A inceput scoala. Trist nu-i asa? Mda...nu gandeam asa luni. N-am gandit asa nici macar marti. In schimb, ieri a fost miercuri, si... out of a sudden, mi-a venit si mie in cap ideea cum ca s-ar putea ca scoala sa fie naspa. Ok, stiu ca sunt a 8-a, stiu ca viata e grea atunci cand esti a8-a. Dar in principiu, viata  e cea mai frumoasa e atunci cand chiar ai ceva de facut. Eu ma consider unul dintre cei mai mari suporteri ai devizei "Viata merita traita". Doar ca eu sunt, din pacate, si unul dintre cei mai mari fani ai devizei "Viata e al naibii de nasoala uneori". Asa ca am ajuns la concuzia ca "Viata merita traita, chiar daca e al naibii de nasoala uneori". De unde rezulta ca presupunerea facuta este falsa =&gt; cctd. Adica nu e trist ca a inceput scoala. E doar un eveniment ca oricare altul. Poate partea in care s-a terminat vacantza e nashpa. Dar nu partea in care a inceput scoala. Categoric nuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buuun. Problema asta am lamurit-o. Acum suntem a 8-a. Ce e de facut in situatii critice ca acestea? Pai, pentru inceput, pot sa va zic exact ce nu trebuie sa faceti. Nu trebuie sa va certati cu cea mai buna prietena pe motive sentimentale din a doua zi de scoala. E al naibii de nasol va spun din experienta. Apoi, pentru veseliadin prima zi de scoala, nu trebuie sa fiti in depresie 3 luni [asta tot din experienta]. De asemenea, nu trebuie sa va simtiti dati la o parte cand toti prietenii dumneavoastra isi fac noi prieteni, si sa va simtiti neglijati. Puteti, evident, sa va faceti i dumneavoastra noi prieteni, caciasa secuvine la orice inceput de anscolar. Acum, intrebarea se pune in felul urmator? Ce faci cand toata lumea din jurul tau se indragosteste de cine trebuie si e enorm de fericita, mai putin tu? Raspunsul medicului: se sta mult la telefon, sau pe net, cu cei mai buni prieteni, se scrie pe blog, se fac fitze de genul "nu vreau sa stau singura in statie" si se ajunge la tot felul de chestii si mai nasoale din care chiar nu mai stii cum sa iesi. Apoi, bagi mainile in buzunare, zambesti la monitor si-ti zici "Viata e frumoasa. Ce-o fi o fi." Anu' deabea a inceput. Si al nabii an, dureaza 9 luni. Asa ca...timp destul nenica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In timpul anului scolar, observi ca activitatile extrascolare sunt numeroase. Mai un concurs de mate la valcea, mai o bere cu Wilfred, mai un Flug Tag cu Dan, mai un baschet cu Theg in centrala, mai o cearta cu Matei, mai o cautare de culegere pentru colegi...etc. Prostiile obisnuite ale vietii de elev. In viata trebuie sa fii optimist. chiar daca ti-au schimbat fix acum toti profii misto si ai o aeriana profa de muzica, un tembel prof de franceza si faci chimie cu directa. Totusi, printre orele de groaza de dinainte de teste si durerile de cap provocate de tampenia profilor, se mai strecoara din cand in cand un chiul de la ora de religie la care si asa nu vine nimeni ca nu avem profesor si o intarziere la o oare de latina sau prostii deastea. De asemenea, unde ar mai fii farmecul sa joci fotbal in curte sau baschet daca n-ai stii ca lipsesti de la o ascultare importanta sau de la o prostie de ora naspa la care si asa probabil ca ai dormi cu capul pe vecinul sau cu capul pe banca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In concluzie, scoala nu este naspa. Nici viata in sine nu este naspa. Nici macar viata in sine atunci cand incepe scoala nu este naspa. Totul tine de felul in care vedem situatuia. Eu unt pur si simplu fericita ca am cu ce sa-mi omor timpul, ca pot sa ma holbez la toti tipii "cute", si ca pot sa visez asa...cu ochii deschisi la anumite chestii care nu se vor intampla niciodata. Si sunt foarte heppy ca acuma s-a restabilit pacea in paradis si ca nu mai sunt certata cu nimeni. Chiar daca nu au trecut several years. Btw, sunt si super fericita ca imi vad toti colegii si ca pot sa iau pe cineva de fund :D [stim noi pe cine].&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2447049143864345493-2628646596738362157?l=spiderpigana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/feeds/2628646596738362157/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2447049143864345493&amp;postID=2628646596738362157' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2447049143864345493/posts/default/2628646596738362157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2447049143864345493/posts/default/2628646596738362157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/2007/09/carpe-diem.html' title='Carpe Diem'/><author><name>Frou Frou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06554182225155506964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR0i8r9HtOU/SXw_HfxT-2I/AAAAAAAAABM/k6IFo2Cjftw/S220/th_dragonsquee-vk11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2447049143864345493.post-6535163949616261860</id><published>2007-09-18T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T10:47:09.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings</title><content type='html'>Draga iubire,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totul parea atat de frumos atunci cand eu eram departe si nu vedeam situatia cu ochii mei. Din pacate, a inceput inevitabil scoala. Asa a tu, bineinteles, ai facut cunostinta cu o tona de lume noua, printre care, inevitabil, se afla si persoana X. Desi pe persoana X o stiai oarecum de dinainte, nu pot crede ca de asta sunteti acum asa de apropiati. Ceva s-a intamplat in ultimele doua ziel. M-ai dezamagit profund. T-ea corupt si pe tine prostia aia de spirit al liceului nostru. Nu-miplace sa scriu prostiilea astaea de randuri, dar am facut un pact, si, desi am promis si ti-am promis ca nu mai vorbesc cu tine niciodata daca te vad cu persoana X, azi, nu prea ti-a pasat, si te-ai fluturat cu ea prin public cu foarte multa nonsalanta.&lt;br /&gt;Am suferit. corect. Am avut si de ce. Dar, a naibii sa fiu dak nu tineam in prostie la tine omule. Imi pare rau. poate ca n-a fost sa fie. Poate a fost vina mea. Tu acuma o sa pleci oricum, si situatia o sa ramana asa pana te intorci, cand probabil persoana X isi va fi gasit deja alta victima. Poate ca la un moment dat o sa ne reintalnitm. Peste multi multi ani. Chiar daka impartim aceiasi prieteni, acelasi liceu si aceleasi locuri de chill, probabil ca n-o sa ne mai vedem prea curand. O sa aiba grija programul de la scoala si persoana X de asta. Pana cand o sa ne revedem, iti spun adio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                          Cu dragoste, [multa dragoste]&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                  Eu.&lt;br /&gt;                                                XXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Daca vreodata o sa simti nevoia sa vorbesti cu mine, am aceleasi numere de telefon, aceeasi scoala, aceiasi prieteni, aceeasi clasa si aceeasi adresa de mess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2447049143864345493-6535163949616261860?l=spiderpigana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/feeds/6535163949616261860/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2447049143864345493&amp;postID=6535163949616261860' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2447049143864345493/posts/default/6535163949616261860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2447049143864345493/posts/default/6535163949616261860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/2007/09/feelings.html' title='Feelings'/><author><name>Frou Frou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06554182225155506964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR0i8r9HtOU/SXw_HfxT-2I/AAAAAAAAABM/k6IFo2Cjftw/S220/th_dragonsquee-vk11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2447049143864345493.post-8068269476147214321</id><published>2007-09-08T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T13:20:01.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>podea umeda...a nu o lua la vale [sau de ce nu e bine s-ai asculti pe cei din jur si sa gandesti numai cu propriul creier]</title><content type='html'>O seara calma...linistita... stai pe balcon alaturi de tatal tau care fumeaza. Ai 5-6 ani..si totusi...faci asta de cand lumea. De la etajul 6 al blocului se vede tare dragut in jos... admiri varfurile copacilor...trecatorii..pisica urcata pe masina vecinului... Atunci, pe moment... o intrebare iti vine incap... si, pentru ca esti copil mic si nu gandesti prea mult spui "tati, tu cand si de ce te-ai apucat de fumat?". Dupa vreo 60 de secunde si inca vreo 3 fumuri... ti se raspunde... "eram clasa a 10-a/ a 11-a si m-am apucat pentru ca toti din jurul meu fumau/ vroiam sa impresionez o fata care fuma si ea". STOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din zi in zi, aud despre tot mai multi dintre oamenii din jurul meu ca fumeaza...sau ii vad cu o tigara in mana. Din zi in zi acelasi raspuns este, cu usoare variatii "m-am apucat numai ca sa vad cum e... dupaia, daca am vazut ca o face toata lumea...am continuat..acum fumez cand stau cu prietenii, fumez dupa examene, fumez cand ies din casa, fumez sa-mi pierd timpul"... Eu personal, nu am auzit in viata mea pe cineva care sa-mi spuna ca s-a apucat de fumat din cauza nervilor, sau din cauza faptului ca vroia sa demonstreze ceva cu acest lucru. TOTI dar absolut TOTI o fac fie din terbilism, fie pentru ca vor si ei sa fie "tari" ca si cei cu care umbla. Vor sa se simta "inclusi" si "acceptati",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totusi, daca ai un oarecare simt al realitatii, cred [cu mintea mea de copil anormal trecut prin prea putine] cred ca atunci can vezi ca lumea din jurul tau [sau majoritatea lumii din jurul tau] s-a apucat de fumat, de baut, de intarziat acasa, de injurat, de bagat insigne in piele si de facut excese care mai de care mai aiurea, iti pui problema asa " daca toata lumea o ia in jos...aluneca...isi distrug vietile, merita sa fac si eu acelasi lucru doar ca sa nu ma simt pierdut de ei? merita sa fac lucrul asta? sau pot pur si simplu sa le spun ca n-o sa-mi distrug viata si imi gasesc pe cineva mai putin self-distructive cu care sa vorbes?". Deigur, unii se vor lasa, fie pentru ca asa vor ei pentru ca [finally] si-au dat seama ca nu e bine, sau pentru ca mamele lor sunt pneumologi si cand cineva ii ameninta ca suna acasa nu prea le convine, fie sunt convinsi cu faze de genul "fa-o pentru mine" sau "la pariu ca nu rezisti sa nu mai fumezi pana la...?". Sau toate acestea la un loc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intotdeauna, cand trebuie sa iei anumite decizii, trebuie sa-ti pui intrebarea daca esti de acord sa te supui consecintelor. trebuie sa te intrebi daca merita. "Merita sa-mi fac inca o gaura in ureche acum si sa fiu pedepsita pentru ca nu le-am zis alor mei?" da, merita, daca e facuta in conditii safe si daca ai tai nu te-ar fi dus niciodata sa ti-o faci. "Merita sa renunt sa fiu un copil bun la mate si sa fac ce vreau eu?" numai daca lucrul asta nu implica faptul sa nu mai inveti de loc la anumite lucruri sau, si mai rau, sa ajungi unul dintre proscrisi."Merita sa ma apuc de baut?", "Merita sa-mi pierd virginitatea acum, cu tipu' asta pe care-l stiu de 3 zile?", "Merita sa ma apuc de fumat?"... par foarte inofensive cand sunt spuse asa...si totusi, uneori nu trebuiesc puse asa unele intrebari..."Merita sa ma apuc acum de fumat si sa nu ma las acum cat inca mai pot, si dupaia sa nu mai pot sa ma las..si sa mor de cancer de plamani cu 15 ani mai devreme?", "Merita sa ma simt mereu in sevraj, sa ma simt stresat fie si numai de simpla idee de a nu avea tigari la mine?", "Merita?". Eu zic ca nu merita. Nu am incercat niciodata. Recunosc, mi-a trecut prin cap de mai multe ori sa "incerc" si eu...dar... am renuntat mereu. Nu stiu ce m-a oprit. Cu alcoolul nu am avut o problema. Stiu ca sunt ignoranta din cauza asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si acum, imi permiteti nu-i asa sa ma ratoiesc la voi? [e valabil atat pentru fumatori cat si pentru nefumatori] ce s-a intamplat cu gandirea individuala? De ce mereu trebuie sa ne luam dupa ceilalti? De ce mereu, vrem sa fim mai interesanti luand de la cei din jur numai obiceiurile proaste? De ce mereu ne inahitam cu oameni mai slabi ca noi [din toate punctele de vedere] si nu cu oameni mai puternici ca noi, de la care putem mereu sa invatam ceva? De ce? Desi sunt un copil al naibii de teribilist si de tembel, nu m-am apucat nicodata de fumat din cauza faptului ca sunt teribilista [m-am apucat de baut...de vreo un an sau doi..si inca nu consider ca sunt dependenta] si am stat cu extrem de multi oameni care fumeaza [tata, educatoarele de la gradinita, invatatoarea, dirigainta, majoritatea prietenilor mei din scoala...de fapt..majoritatea oamenilor in care aveam incredere aproape...absoluta zic eu].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate pentru ca nu am incercat niciodata sa seman cu cei din jur gandesc asa, dar totusi, mai ganditi-va o data...nu merita sa va apucati de fumat. toti cei care fumeaza sfatuiesc lumea din jur sa nu se apuce si ei...si totusi, din zi in zi vezi tot mai multa lume cu tigara-n gura seste tot pe unde mergi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trebuia sa vorbesc despre asta mai devreme sau mai tarziu. Nu eram eu daca nu vorbeam despre asta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2447049143864345493-8068269476147214321?l=spiderpigana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/feeds/8068269476147214321/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2447049143864345493&amp;postID=8068269476147214321' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2447049143864345493/posts/default/8068269476147214321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2447049143864345493/posts/default/8068269476147214321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/2007/09/podea-umedaa-nu-o-lua-la-vale-sau-de-ce.html' title='podea umeda...a nu o lua la vale [sau de ce nu e bine s-ai asculti pe cei din jur si sa gandesti numai cu propriul creier]'/><author><name>Frou Frou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06554182225155506964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR0i8r9HtOU/SXw_HfxT-2I/AAAAAAAAABM/k6IFo2Cjftw/S220/th_dragonsquee-vk11.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2447049143864345493.post-7920537282298651698</id><published>2007-09-03T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T12:52:41.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gandurile unei zile insorite</title><content type='html'>Ma simt ciudat. Cam de o saptamana. Cat am fost plecata..la tara...nu stiu...m-am gandit la tot felul de chestii. Si am ajuns la totfelul de concluzii. Poate ca sunt eu proasta. Poate ca sunt eu prea copilaroasa. poate ma incapatanez mereu sa vad numai lucrurile bune si frumoase. Stiu ca sunt perfectionista..dar..ce naiba frate...poate ca imi pasa prea mult. Anumite chestii chiar te pun pe ganduri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi, mai bine zis pe 3.08.2007...m-am reintalnit cu Vlad..dupa o absenta din viata mea de vreo 5 luni. Acum stiu de ce mi se facuse dor de el... Pentru ca e el...:)...pentru ca mereu te face sa te gandesti. "Reevalueaza totul din viata ta daca nu-ti mai place. Vezi ce merita si ce nu". Propozitiile ca asta te fac sa te gandesti.. chiar pare ca a crescut..mereu pare mai matur decat il stiam..nu stiu de ce. Poate pentru ca asa l-am vazut dintotdeauna. Partea frumoasa e ca la inceput nu ma trata chiar atat de evident ca pe un copil. Acum o face... vorbeste in fraze de grnu "o sa mai cresti si o sa vezi si tu cum e...". La inceput..nu suportam textele de genul asta. Apoi m-am obisnuit...acum imi accept rolul cu stoicism...si chiar n-as vrea sa cresc, "sa ma maturizez".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ce are toata lumea cu maturizarea? cand te maturizezi..ajungi la concluzia ca lumea nu e atat de roz precum parea atunci cand erai mic. Eu inca mai vreau o lume roz [bine nu neaparat roz..da asa mi-a venit si mie]. Si acum ajungem la intrebarea la care am ajuns eu intr-o seara cand m-am simtit complet dezamagita de cineva in care aveam incredere ca e un om misto...si nu m-am zbierat la el si la o persoana care stiam ca nu se supara pe mine daca o faceam. Intrebarea e cam urmatoarea: " Merita sa luptam pentru a avea lumea noastra roz? Sau ar trebui..pur si simplu...sa devin si eu ca restul lumii..gri si...fara idealuri..fara vise si fara dorinte...?". Dar daca vrei sa lupti si nu stii cum..sau n-ai curaj..ce faci? "Tu ai idei..da' nu faci nimic ca sa schimbi ceva" mi-a spus cineva intr-o zi.Eu ma opun cum stiu eu mai bine autoritatilor care nu vor sa ma lase sa schimb ceva. Eu ma opun cum pot mai bine celor care vor sa scoata culoarea din mine. Si nu numai din mine... e trist...oamenii cu adevarat misto sunt marginalizati. De ce? Pentru ca nu corespund. Principiile nazi au fost mereu una dintre specialitatile mele. Asta pentru ca a fost o perioada in care am avut si eu principii nazi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Acum, a fi "diferit" a ajuns aproape o moda. Ceea ce inseamna ca acum cei diferiti sunt oamenii normali. Chestia asta te sperie. Lumea e rea. Daca trebuia sa ajungi la concluzia asta ca sa te maturizezi...atunci ei bine, pot sa declar oficial ca am mai crescut putin. Dar preferam de 1000 de ori sa n-o fi facut. Adica..peste tot se promoveaza conceptul de "dragoste". Ziare, reviste, carti. muzica, filme..peste tot se vorbeste despre cat de fericiti sunt oamenii care ubesc pentru ca intalnesc mereu persoana potrivita. Mereu exista un happy-ending. Well..what happened to mine? Cand te duci..in lumea reala..acolo afara unde e rece si gri iti dai seama ca nimic din lucrurile bune pe care le credeai adevarate din reviste si carti nu pot fi aplicate, pentru simplul motiv ca nu au un context in care sa poata fi aplicate. Cand ajungi acolo, afara..iti dai seama ca lumea e superficiala. Iti dai seama ca lumea e invidioasa. Iti dai seama...ca poate nu vei sa fii rece si gri..cum sunt ei.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Asa ca vrei sa schimbi ceva. Toti iti spun "sa schimbi lumea nu e usor". Absolut nimeni, absolut niciodata, absolut in nici un context, nu a pretins ca ar fi usor.Dar asta nu inseamna ca nu merita sa incerci nu-i asa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2447049143864345493-7920537282298651698?l=spiderpigana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/feeds/7920537282298651698/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2447049143864345493&amp;postID=7920537282298651698' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2447049143864345493/posts/default/7920537282298651698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2447049143864345493/posts/default/7920537282298651698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/2007/09/gandurile-unei-zile-insorite.html' title='Gandurile unei zile insorite'/><author><name>Frou Frou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06554182225155506964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR0i8r9HtOU/SXw_HfxT-2I/AAAAAAAAABM/k6IFo2Cjftw/S220/th_dragonsquee-vk11.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2447049143864345493.post-8315220843850385194</id><published>2007-08-20T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T11:53:40.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer camp</title><content type='html'>Sa ma gandesc...totul a inceput acum doua veri cred. Eram mica. Si imatura. Bine imatura inca sunt dar nu conteaza. Tocmai terminasem clasa a5-a si ma simteam tare mandra de mine. Ce Dumnezeu, doar eram "vianista". In vara aia am fost in a doua mea tabara de engleza. Nu ma asteptam sa fie cine stie ce, ca prima fusese foarte foarte foarte lame...dar, ma rog, in prima tabara eram printr-a 3-a...asa ca nu prea stiam eu ce-i aia distractie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In tabara aia...am cunoscut...una..doua..trei..in fine..multe persoane importante. Curios a fost faptul ca am si pastrat legatura cu persoanele respective, chiar daca erau mai mari ca mine... In fine..acum sunt si eu mai mare [ma simt foarte mandra de asta] si m-am reintalnit cu ei. M-am intalnit cu Teo intr-o zi pe Lipscani si dupa ce ne-am salutat cred ca am intrebat-o ceva de genu "unde e hanu cu tei? ai idee?". Apoi, cu putin inainte de asta, semafosrul ma intrebase daca stiu un tip Matei, i-am raspuns ca singurul pe care il stiam fusese cu mine intr-o tabara de engleza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apoi, Matei si semaforul au venit la ziua mea. Frumoasa ziua mea, ce sa zic. De atunci, din luna mai a anului curent, jumatate din baietii pe care ii cunosc il idolatrizeaza pe preaiubitul meu tata. De la Matei am invatat ca nu e bine sa dai sfaturi cand esti beat, fiindca lumea nu te asculta. De la semafor am invatat ca trebuie sa fii vesel, ca daca esti depresiv [pardon..daca esti EMO] lumea nu te place. De la Tudor am invatat ca trebuie sa stai calm si sa nu te agiti prea tare..ca altfel transpiri ca Matei cand joaca baschet :). Au mai fost si altii, Ornella de exemplu, de la care stiu ca e im portant sa ai grija de relatiile tale cu prietenii, fiindca altfel ai toate sansele sa ramai fara ele. De la Consuela stiu ca daca vrei ca lumea sa creada ca te-ai schimbat si ca te-ai maturizat nu e bine sa te lauzi cu asta. [A, si...Mate..data viitoare cand mergem intr-o tabara si ne pun profele sa scriem despre ce facem noi pe-acolo nu mai scrie cum venim noi unii la altii noaptea ca dupaia profele dorm pe hol si ai vazut si tu ce naspa e cand dorm profele pe hol].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fine, asa e vara, descoperi mai multe lucruri noi involuntar decat voluntar la scoala. Asa am descoperit eu Krishna...sau baschetul "pe undeva pe la Kogalniceanu"..sau parcul Romniceanu [dap...stiu unde e si stiu si cum se cheama..tre sa fiti mandrii de mine] sau cat de naspa este sa fii o mama singura si sa nu-ti vezi unicul copil toata vara [in sfarsit am vazut-o si eu pe Ami :)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si cand te gandesti ca totu a inceput in mod absolut aleator acum doua veri intr-o tabara in care am facut mai multe boacane decat restu de 40 de copii la un loc. Daca nu imi scapam telefonu in cafea sau daca nu ramaneam in chiloti in fata a 40 de persoane..nustiu ce s-ar fi ales din viata mea de azi... oricum multumesc lui Mate...si semaforului..si lui Teo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2447049143864345493-8315220843850385194?l=spiderpigana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/feeds/8315220843850385194/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2447049143864345493&amp;postID=8315220843850385194' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2447049143864345493/posts/default/8315220843850385194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2447049143864345493/posts/default/8315220843850385194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiderpigana.blogspot.com/2007/08/summer-camp.html' title='summer camp'/><author><name>Frou Frou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06554182225155506964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR0i8r9HtOU/SXw_HfxT-2I/AAAAAAAAABM/k6IFo2Cjftw/S220/th_dragonsquee-vk11.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
