tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21338197770074614132024-02-22T02:45:35.381-08:00Cine suntem??Poate da Poate nuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08967549333053716871noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133819777007461413.post-75888867714387478102010-04-29T11:57:00.000-07:002010-07-26T10:48:50.729-07:00Ce dragut :)<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FFFF;">Wow, blogul meu primeste un premiu?! (thanks cora, like always)<br />Mdaaa deci cei 12 premianti sunt :X :<br />1 </span><a href="http://sparkleofmylife.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FFFF;">S A R A </span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FFFF;"><br />2 </span><a href="http://nusida.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FFFF;">Zambici :D</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FFFF;"><br />3 </span><a href="http://lovelylifeinmyeyes.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FFFF;">Lovely life in my eyes</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FFFF;"><br />4 </span><a href="http://converse-mai.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FFFF;">...::Choco Panda::...</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FFFF;"><br />5 </span><a href="http://andthentheyscream.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FFFF;">Criszu </span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FFFF;"><br />6 </span><a href="http://crazypuffu.wordpress.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FFFF;">Meme ©</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FFFF;"><br />7 </span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/brokenheartsarenotbeating.wordpress.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FFFF;">Cora </span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FFFF;"><br />8</span><a href="http://butonuurosu.wordpress.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FFFF;">Merr</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FFFF;"><br />9 </span><a href="http://123goaheadshootme.wordpress.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FFFF;">Alexa</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FFFF;"><br />10 </span><a href="http://tralalassh.wordpress.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FFFF;">Sasha</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#66FFFF;"><br />Pentru ei ,tot respectul meu si pentru fiecare vreau sa spun cate un cuvant:<br />1 S A R A - Vreau sa ii dovedesc ca e desteapta,ca are talent,ca e frumoasa si ca merita foarte mult acest premiu(te iubesc)<br />2 Zambici : pentru ca doar citind blogul tau, automat vom adresa ecranului un zambet, nu la fel de frumos ca al tau dar (te iubesc)<br />3 Cruce : Pentru ca este o persoana speciala cu un blog special :))<br />4 ...::Choco Panda::... : Pentru ca stiu cat de mult ai suferit si pentru ca mie blogul tau imi da senzatia rasului amar (te iubesc)<br />5 Criszu : Tu, esti cea mai talentata dintre toate (defapt tu si cora la un loc) dar tu ai un fel unic,increzator de a scrie si nu stiu a cata oara e cand primesti acest premiu dar unul in plus nu strica ...<br />6 Meme : Pentru ca la inceput nu ne-am prea inteles dar acum mi-am dat seama ce persoana puternica si increzatoare esti<br />7 Cora : Uite ca am ajus si la ea , este o persoana cu totul si cu totul deosebita, pentru ca toata lumea o iubeste pentru ca blogul tau ma inspira si pentru ca, chiar daca nu ti-am zis niciodata nimic te admir si blogul tau este mai presus de toate...(te iubesc)<br />8 Merr : Pentru ca uneori suntem ca cele mai bune prietene alteori nici nu ne vedem dar tu ai un caracter superb esti superba si mai presus de toate toata lumea te iubeste inclusiv eu<br />9 Alexa : Pentru ca imi va fi dor de tine si de toate datile in care am ras cu lacrimi la glumele tale iar blogul tau este un blog sincer si apreciez asta...<br />10 Sasha : Pentru ca defapt ne cunoastem adica nu foarte bine dar ne-am vazut si pentru ca esti extraordinar de talentata si la desen si la scriere , pentru ca esti o prietena foooarte buna din cate am auzit iar blogul tau mi se potriveste si mie in multe privinte iar pentru asta primesti premiul meu special :D.</span>Poate da Poate nuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08967549333053716871noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133819777007461413.post-5585206263730942402010-03-28T09:51:00.000-07:002010-07-26T10:49:30.050-07:00Doua cuvinte ce fac furori : Te iubesc<span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;">Uite cele mai stupide intrebari legate de dragoste :</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;">De ce suspini cand auzi pe cineva ca ii striga numele?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;">De ce iti simti trupul cuprins de dor ?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;">De ce il visezi noaptea ?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;">De ce simti bataile inimii crescand in intensitate cand il vezi apropindu-se?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;">De ce te surprinde cand primele lui cuvinte sunt : TE IUBESC??</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;">De ce acum parca nimic nu mai conteaza?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;">De ce vrand/nevrand ii spui la randul tau : Te iubesc ??</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;">De ce cand il privesti simti ca nu l-ai merita?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;">De ce simti fluturi in stomac cand te ia de mana?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;">De ce il simti deodata ezitand?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;">De ce atunci il intrebi ce are pe suflet nu te priveste?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;">De ce te intristezi cand iti spune ca ii pare rau?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;">De ce simti ca ti se rupe ceva cand iti spune ca are pe altcineva??</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;">De ce cad lacrimile cand realizeazi defapt gravitatea cuvintelor lui?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;">De ce incepi sa tremuri cand el se indeparteaza?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;">De ce ti se pare ca lumea a luat sfarsit?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;">De ce in fiecare noapte de atunci plangi cu gandul la el?<br />De ce la scoala cand il vezi iti vine sa il bati?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;">........</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;">De ce dupa cativa ani iti vine sa razi de tine?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;">De ce dupa cativa ani el vrea sa va impacati?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;">De ce cand auzi asta iti vine si mai tare sa razi?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;">De ce il privesti acum ca si cum ar fi un nimic?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CCFF;">De ce dupa cativa ani pentru tine dragostea nu mai are sens>?</span></span>Poate da Poate nuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08967549333053716871noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133819777007461413.post-23084219533054635202010-02-22T11:34:00.000-08:002010-07-26T10:53:47.141-07:00Fara titlu<div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF00;">Noaptea era neagra si mohotarata , noapte de toamna , trista si inabusitoare . Pomii prin gradina dardaiau cutremurati de frig , ca niste glasuri plangacioase si ostenite....</span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF00;">Ea statea acolo, tinandu-si mainile atat de fin modelate , in timp ce ochii ei tulburaturi de frumosi ii fixau pe cei ai fratelui ei, un suflet intr-un patut sclipitor ...Statea acolo dormind cu piciorusele si manutele atarnand .... Avea un glas catifelat , gingas, placut, iar sunetul lui era deosebit de prietenos.... Ea era sensibila si desteapta , iar majoritatea timpului si-l petrecea cu fratele ei......Mama nu aveau...ii parasise de mult iar tatal murise cand erau mici deci... nu se mai aveau decat unul pe celalalt. Ea considera viata un dar nemarginit iar faptul ca avea un frate o facea si mai fericita ...</span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF00;">Intr-o zi pe cand ea si fratele ei rataceau prin padure urmarind trecatorii... apar Ei ,simtind ca e ceva in neregula bebelusul incepe sa planga, ea fuge, lacrimile curgand pe obraji si ramanand in urma ...Isi spunea ca s-a terminat ...credea ca nu va mai vedea ziua de maine ...apoi vine El o trage spre el iar ea tipa ...ii pune mana la gura si ii spune ca totul va fi bine. O duce intr-o casa unde plutea o adiere de liniste ..liniste mormantala</span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF00;">Trecura anii ea incepuse sa il indrageasca pe el chiar prea mult . El stia ca nu putea rezista farmecelor ei ..</span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF00;">Iubea ochii ei negri , misteriosi ce aveau o vraja care il atragea </span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF00;">Iubea seninatatea ei</span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF00;">Iubea felul in care ingrija copilul</span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF00;">Iubea miscare continua a buzelor ei...</span></div><div align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF00;">Iar intr-o zi a decis sa vorbeasca cu ea..Departe catre sfarsitul dealului strabatut de lumina soarelui statea ea leganand faptura pe care o tinea in brate ...Vru sa ii vorbeasca dar fu vrajit de lumina ce o inconjura...Totusi vorbi cu ea.... Inca stand si privind norii ce pluteau ca niste fluturii albi ... Viata lor lunga ce avea sa cunoasca mii de ispite incepea . Totusi impreuna</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;"> </span>.</div>Poate da Poate nuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08967549333053716871noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133819777007461413.post-78464938759018428372010-02-09T01:39:00.000-08:002010-07-26T10:55:17.421-07:00Jennifer`s body<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">It is a a blck comedy horror film ...The film stars are Megan Fox; Amanda Seyfried; Adam Symson </span><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">The film tells the story of teenager Jennifer <img style="WIDTH: 124px; HEIGHT: 103px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436264863531801170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFW9ry00SMupeV5efzjostEe8Dt26v7hUX8M9c2yOIhH7FNNpib35OHS_k66uIYMF1zZTqukhtmcLCBwYE-yvmMle7w2qEXi5Z-VMo3d4fkywjL7j43leDirNe3-v3NYpJOdzQ_y6n2KuD/s320/megan-fox-catwoman.jpg" /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">and Neddy </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6h5uoK2yCha3ajqI6frGnfE_HMXZ3EO8K2PSX7vjCXBznQY8YUW3FkkxEayREU9zIfYP3Tvch_VPQgEP9JsP6_9MdPwiH5c8ODRIG_cBg8q7BHhENhYMp8ba-LtaV0xNRxg-lU4VMb2NE/s1600-h/Needy.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><img style="WIDTH: 135px; HEIGHT: 90px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436271416550382770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6h5uoK2yCha3ajqI6frGnfE_HMXZ3EO8K2PSX7vjCXBznQY8YUW3FkkxEayREU9zIfYP3Tvch_VPQgEP9JsP6_9MdPwiH5c8ODRIG_cBg8q7BHhENhYMp8ba-LtaV0xNRxg-lU4VMb2NE/s320/Needy.jpg" /></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"> her best friend....</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><br /><br /></span><div><span style="color:#666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">Like you already saw Jennifer is ridicously hot but nobody is good enough for her.... One night Jennifer tajes Needy to a bar to see the rock band Low Shoulder. The band takes Jennifer to their van and they disappear. Next day everithing goes good but Neddy fears the worst. And shee`s right Jennifer was turned into a demon who has to eat boys in order to mantain her hotness... At the end Needy discover everithing and she kill Jennifer But not before Jennifer killed her boyfriend Cip....Needy goes to the jail and when she escaped she killed all from the band Low Shoulder....</span><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpKYYb15RQKma1HEYvg9mKvJU8RkiLxnLMgIveSD-WHZa7Pi5aeMK5PX-n4DKDegaWWNpNtsrk8QXgXPgJe1tNwpRN5_UeTRpqBqZLKA2O9G6QdjxJHIXhhVNk0TuCbDpruarSdvu1D79F/s1600-h/Jennifer%60s+body.jpg"><span style="color:#666666;"><img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 325px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436279828310753202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpKYYb15RQKma1HEYvg9mKvJU8RkiLxnLMgIveSD-WHZa7Pi5aeMK5PX-n4DKDegaWWNpNtsrk8QXgXPgJe1tNwpRN5_UeTRpqBqZLKA2O9G6QdjxJHIXhhVNk0TuCbDpruarSdvu1D79F/s320/Jennifer%60s+body.jpg" /></span></a><span style="color:#666666;"><br /><br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh85AcU_CSqcvLzSiRm-giktfFGbKl1ZGNdv4QuvyHFFqD1XNNTYxiVnR_o3vCPcd6QW0pAP-in5kOeHmYpyoNb_QkSySOuEQjWNBnwA4lB688NA69yVywPWNTKiMtO_5SFUyRAirv76Qnn/s1600-h/jennifers_body-6.jpg"><span style="color:#666666;"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; 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Majoritatea copiilor plecasera dar ea nu! Ea rezista! Apoi s-a intamplat! Cosmarurile i s-au adeverit. A lesinat ..nu mai putea ....fruntea ii ardea, lacrimile siroiau, iar nimeni nu observa....3 zile de stat in coma .....3 zile linistitoare ...Vocile lor ii rasunau in cap, nu mai putea! Trebuia sa se trezeasca ... sa le spuna ca ii iubeste, sa faca ce si-a dorit mereu .....sa ii divulge secretul...si-a dorit sa il aiba aproape sa fie langa ea... sau fluturii din stomac...ohh cat ii iubeaa desi nu apucase sa simta prea des se bucura de ei ca un copil ...<br />Se continua! Ea se trezi, nimeni nu se uita la ea cu ochi bulbucati cum vazuse ca se intamplase in filme ...Aparent toti plecasera dar o umbra aparu, ii striga numele. Dar staiii acela era numele ei?<br />Nu isi mai amintea prea multe dar simtea cu siguranta ca ceva o lega de aceea persoana.Lacrimile incepura sa curca . Afara incepu sa ploua.El se intrista. Timpul se opri. Totul pentru Ea ...<br /><br />Se apropie... era chiar el. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"> </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Rupse tacerea zicand: " Ohhh,tu! Ce faci aici?<br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><br />El continua " E visul tau ..tu m-ai vrut aici"<br /><br />Uimita continua: " Intotdeauna ai aparut in visele mele ..."<br /><br />El:"Te rog , spune-mi ce te doare,spune cum as putea sa alung durerea .."<br /><br />Ea : "Mi-ai fost prieten apropiat dar mi-a fost greu..De fiecare data am incercat sa iti spun....ca...te iubesc.... dar nu am putut..." Simti acea caldura in obraji ca atunci cand rosesti... ii placea<br /><br />El: "Vrei sa spui ca si tu simteai la fel pentru mine? " isi schimba greutatea de pe un picior pe altul<br />Ea "Hmmm,as vrea sa stiu ca nu visez.. "spuse asta cu un regret ingrozitor<br /><br />El: " Te iubesc" fuse prima oara cand spuse asta cuiva</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><br />Ea : " Nu ma uita"<br /><br />El : "Niciodata" Asta fiind o promisiune pe care nu avea sa si-o tina.<br /><br />Atunci se intampla.... Zgomotul era din ce in ce mai slab....Murea...<br /></span><span style="color:#66cccc;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Iar el se scula cu amintirea acelui vis care il va urmari toata viata</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLjh0ggXs6OrUwGvzRWbFWPxBbh9KT2QGG7ZnMs0oIkJ3T9nYpmJgz_uhpL18yjllga8cKLtjNv7VsD03MUCBXLmHBhiHxorsQ2QIaNESPt1s9IJDNINSelqoJvhi4aAAsZEb4y0Jmv-35/s1600-h/holding-hands.jpg"><span><span></span></span><span><span></span></span></a></span></div></div></div><div><span style="color:#66cccc;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><br /></span></span></div>Poate da Poate nuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08967549333053716871noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133819777007461413.post-31010109769853769872010-01-29T06:53:00.000-08:002010-01-29T08:26:19.039-08:00Personalitati<span style="color:#000000;">Am un cuvant de spus asupra acestui lucru...Am fost ieri obligata sa suport o personalitate ingrozitoare daca nu chiar ucigatoare.Dar hai sa recunoastem toti a trebuit cateodata sa suportam astfel de personalitati...asa ca voi dezvolta subiectul<br />1 Atotstiutorul: Cel ce le stie pe toate si nu suporta sa fie contrazis. Nimeni nu detine adevarul absolut si nici toate informatiile posibile.Cu toate astea nu se poate sa nu ai un cunoscut care sa te omoare cu atotcunoasterea sa.Chiar daca celelalte calitatii compenseaza personalitatea sa, la un moment dat tot te va scoate rau de tot din minti deoarece punctul tau de vedere nu este niciodata luat in considerare.<br />2 Certaretul: Presupun ca tuturor le place uneori sa se certe chiar daca este pe bune sau nu dar totusi...Exagerarea certii duce la Certareti. Certareti , cum spun multe persoane... aleg cearta ca o masca a adevartei lor personalitati . Intr-o discutie certaretul nu are prea multe argumente de dat si nu ii prea convine sa fie criticat.<br />3 Preferatul meu : Incapatanatul: Cand sti ca acel cineva niciodata nu iti va face pe plac doar pentru ca este prea incapatanat ca sa renunte la propiile planuri atunci este destul de greu sa legi o prietenie cu acel cineva.<br />4 Indecisul : in cazul acestuia exsista 2 posibilitati . Fie nu e capabil sa se hotareasca din princina fricii pentru un esec fie vrea sa para mai interesant atunci cand nu da un raspuns sigur . Pentru mine indecisi sunt obositori si ma scot din minti !<br />5 Nemultumitul: ori il doare in fiecare zi ceva, ori il streseaza ceva sau nu este niciodata multumit \fericit de ceea ce i se intampla ..Este foarte greu sa traiesti langa o persoana ce vesnic se vaita dar mai mult ,te poate face chiar si pe tine sa privesti viata mai trist..<br />Oameni sunt foarte diferiti si nu ii putem schimba. Astfel de personalitati se gasesc in fiecare dintre noi chiar daca in doze mai mici. Important este sa nu dam in extreme !!!</span>Poate da Poate nuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08967549333053716871noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133819777007461413.post-40961341030969606312010-01-24T01:50:00.000-08:002010-01-25T12:35:18.675-08:00Cine suntem??<div>Ma gandeam daca tot am pus un astfel de nume Blogului meu totusi de ce nu as dezvolta ideea (e destul de interesant.....)<br />Mdaa deci precum am spus : "Cine suntem"?<br />Suntem oamenii rautaciosi.<br />Suntem cele mai dezvoltate fiinte de pe pamant.<br />Suntem persoane cu multe capacitatii.<br />Sunt Eu. Esti Tu.<br />Suntem cu totii frati ( precum zice Dumnezeu)</div><div>Suntem toti cineva!!</div><div>Toti putem fi raniti in mai multe feluri chiar daca uni sunt mai puternici si unii mai slabi.</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7RuSqCYA28wfjtasTKOfZfJH47Sp9W34GBOsFJdZcpY0UaIqZhKwTgVS7d90JO6KtFW2IxNmgFdK7QGiD9RWFIabSY9yqvZGu1qw5MLuoIejU0cz7I0L-OWv0J0_OINJrJ9x3GRl-bZt5/s1600-h/direction2.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430778179457855794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7RuSqCYA28wfjtasTKOfZfJH47Sp9W34GBOsFJdZcpY0UaIqZhKwTgVS7d90JO6KtFW2IxNmgFdK7QGiD9RWFIabSY9yqvZGu1qw5MLuoIejU0cz7I0L-OWv0J0_OINJrJ9x3GRl-bZt5/s320/direction2.jpg" /></a></div><div>Who are we????</div>Poate da Poate nuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08967549333053716871noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133819777007461413.post-56419696517719101422010-01-17T06:52:00.000-08:002010-01-24T03:37:27.181-08:00Le multumesc...<span style="color:#999900;">1 Ioanei Dina -pentru cele mai traznite sfaturi<br />2 Sarei-pentru ca imi arata unde gresesc<br />3 Coraliei-pentru ca nu conteneste sa ma surprinda si pentru ca ma inspira<br />4 Georgianei - pentru ca prin ea ma vad pe mine<br />5 Lui Cruce- pentru ca ma energizeaza<br />6 Lui Merry - pentru ca prin simpla ei prezenta ma simt implinita<br />7 Mirunei -pentru ca ma ajuta sa ignor rautatile din jur<br />8 Sabinei - pentru ca imi arata cum este sa fii puternic<br />9 Mamei mele - pentru ca ma suporta si uneori mi-e mila de ea<br />10 Tatalui meu - pentru ca chiar se chinuie ca noua sa ne fie bine<br />11 Fratelui meu - pentru ca imi aduce aminte cum eram eu la 8 ani<br />12 Bunicii mele - pentru acele icre pe care nu le voi uita niciodata<br />13 Bunicului meu- pentru acele glume la care nu rade decat el<br />14 Cainilor mei - pentru ca noapte urla ca disperatii si ma trezesc<br />15 Dirigintei mele- pentru ca m-a facut Motata<br />16 Aaaa da,Lui Oli (sora mirunei) - pentru ca imi face in ciuda cu parul ei roscat<br />17 Chiar si lui Lary - pentru ca imi cere mancare<br />18 Tuturor baietilor din clasa- pentru ca nu ma fac sa imi doresc sa fiu baiat<br />19 Profului de mate - pentru ca spune ca pot mult mai multe decat reusesc<br />20 Sa nu uit, Tuturor fetelor pe care le cunosc - pentru ca sunt prietenele mele mereu<br />Si uite asa sunt 20 sau chiar mai multe persoane carora le-am multumit prin intermediul acestui Blog.....<br />VA multumesc pentru sprijin, pentru incredere , pentru forta ...Pentru ca existati in viata mea!</span>Poate da Poate nuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08967549333053716871noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133819777007461413.post-6966529421508789842010-01-14T11:23:00.000-08:002010-01-16T14:09:24.370-08:00This is Hamlet :)<span style="color:#993399;">To be, or not to be, that is the question:<br />Whether ` this nobler in the mind to suffer<br />The sling and arrows of outrageous furtune<br />Or to take arms against a sea of trouble<br />And by opposing end them. To die-To sleep-<br />No more- and by a sleep to say we end<br />The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks<br />That flesh is heir to ` This a consummation<br />Devoutly to be wished. To sie - To sleep-<br />Perchance to dream: Ay there is the rab,<br />For in that sleep of death wath dreams may come<br />When we have shuffled off this mortal coil<br />Must give us pause.There is the respect<br />That makes calamity of so long life</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">For whould bear the whips and scorns of time,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">The opressor`s wrong, the proud man`s contumenly </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">The pangs of despised love,the law`s delay,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">The insolence of office , and the spurns</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">That patient merit of the unworty takes,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">When he himself might his quietus make</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">With a bare bodkin? Whi would fardels fear,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">To grunt and sweat under a wearly life,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">But that the tread of something after death,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">The undiscoverd country,from whouse bourn</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">No traveller returns,puzzels the will,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">And makes us rather bar those ills we have</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Than fly others that we know not of?</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Thouse conscience does makes cowards of us all,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">And thouse the native hue of reslution </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Is sickied o`er with a pale cast of tougt,</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">And enterprise of great pitch and moment </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">With this regard their currents turn away</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">And lose the way of action.</span>Poate da Poate nuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08967549333053716871noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133819777007461413.post-16521571036149140222010-01-13T09:55:00.000-08:002010-01-17T00:31:26.457-08:00Pentru ce?....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQhFWZcH7I9P0o7-RjzNw4mSmGMvCrSCV_U5XljFEXEZ6AylauEiyBqvi3yTvt9jyyQr5a9k44hjYhwH7ySkeJzyDK9k8VT19X8U574zaNzsQzYKk68jL5UP865pyzpoG7RpDEsYzy7h9M/s1600-h/Bebei.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427623493207768082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQhFWZcH7I9P0o7-RjzNw4mSmGMvCrSCV_U5XljFEXEZ6AylauEiyBqvi3yTvt9jyyQr5a9k44hjYhwH7ySkeJzyDK9k8VT19X8U574zaNzsQzYKk68jL5UP865pyzpoG7RpDEsYzy7h9M/s320/Bebei.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">Repeta...da, te rog repeta ....</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Pur si simplu nu inteleg, ce se intampla cu aceasta lume?</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Exsistam?-Nu stiu!</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Respiram?-Ohhh,da!</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Traim?-Nu prea simt...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Un lucru stiu sigur, ma cheama Alexandra, da sunt in clasa a 7-a si nu,nu sunt prea inteligenta desi ma descurc....Te-as ruga sa nu ma judeci...Intai priveste inautrul tau si judecate pe tine...</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Ce viata e asta?</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Cliseul obisnuit ne omoara: masa!,munca!,masa!,somn!</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Apoi apar copii, iti dedici timpul lor...Devin majori...oooopa! Vor libertate , singuratate ..nu le mai poti interzice orice ...trebuie sa ii lasi sa isi traiasca singuri viata . </span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Si apoi te gandesti cat te-ai chiniut la nastere sau cat de putin ai dormit noaptea datorita strigatelor ... Deodata copii devin adolescenti si iar dai de greu....</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Atata chin , Atata oboseala,Atata timp pierdut....pentru ce? Offff....</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Ei bine,amintesteti ca viata merge inainte ... :</span></div>Poate da Poate nuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08967549333053716871noreply@blogger.com2