<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434852826182978792</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:51:29.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jucărie din ebonita</title><subtitle type='html'>Nimic!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434852826182978792/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alexandra(sau Cookie)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00825109097582936510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434852826182978792.post-8669588901720176776</id><published>2010-11-22T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T05:46:41.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Se intampla</title><content type='html'>Pai..uite-ma in aceasta camera "La net"&lt;br /&gt;Plictisita,si mi-e cald...&lt;br /&gt;Ce sa zic&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;M-am acomodat cu internatul&lt;br /&gt;scoala la fel&lt;br /&gt;Sportul ...&lt;br /&gt;Hm...Si imi inchei postarea,la intrebarea cuiva...sau remarcarea cuiva..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434852826182978792-8669588901720176776?l=nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/feeds/8669588901720176776/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/2010/11/se-intampla.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434852826182978792/posts/default/8669588901720176776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434852826182978792/posts/default/8669588901720176776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/2010/11/se-intampla.html' title='Se intampla'/><author><name>Alexandra(sau Cookie)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00825109097582936510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434852826182978792.post-2568095995459950035</id><published>2010-09-11T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T04:06:58.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bagaje</title><content type='html'>Se intampla ca eu sa plec la liceu undeva departe...&lt;br /&gt;Si logic ca e nevoie sa fac bagaje,si alte pregatiri.&lt;br /&gt;Multe sentimente ma ineaca la fel ca mirosul de naftalina -.-&lt;br /&gt;Prevad ca toti ma vor privi ca pe o pereche de pantofi cu platforma marca D&amp;amp;G &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holbati,la tipa cea noua.&lt;br /&gt;La acel internat,care imi va fi a doua casa timp de cativa ani (pe timpul scolii), sunt reguli stricte,pedagogi exigenti,etc...deci libertatea imi va fi cam incatusata.:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-am mai simtit asa de ciudat...cand mama a plecat in Italia...&lt;br /&gt;Va fi o experienta noua, asta e cert;).Dar e introducerea mea spre " a fi independenta".Fara familie,fara cunoscuti:).Doar eu si lumea noua,ei bine,asta va fi interesant...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434852826182978792-2568095995459950035?l=nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/feeds/2568095995459950035/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/2010/09/bagaje.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434852826182978792/posts/default/2568095995459950035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434852826182978792/posts/default/2568095995459950035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/2010/09/bagaje.html' title='Bagaje'/><author><name>Alexandra(sau Cookie)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00825109097582936510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434852826182978792.post-5822686472433397069</id><published>2010-07-04T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T13:43:14.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mahmureala de dupa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Intr-o zi cu nori de ploaie pe cer,cu o adiere de vant banala si cu un soare molesit,ma plimbam pe o carare oarecare din padure.Razele incercau sa bata ramurile copacilor pentru un loc prin care sa curga lumina lor.Pe pamant imi lasam amprentele tenisilor invechiti,paseam apasat,fara chef ,fara nici un gand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ba!...poate ma gandeam la ceva.Am zarit intr-un brad cu scoarta zbarcita un stup de albine.De ce imi parea ca seamana cu o para?Pffft...natura are multe forme...Curioasa fiind,am mers sa il examinez mai de aproape.Albinele zburau intr-un roi cat poala de la rochia bunicii,parca erau turmentate,si ma ameteau intr-un fel.De fapt ma simteam mai ametita...Simteam ca ceva se plimba pe spatele meu...Cred ca stiti deja e era.Dooh!Erau vre`o 10 albine!Am inceput sa dansez isteric,parca faceam dansul ploii al aborigenilor =],si&amp;nbsp; urlam,deci si cantam...Pe langa rapsodia mea,in ureche imi parea ca aud cv de genul:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Traiasca berea!Hac!Ca astazi ne-a unit!Hac!...Traiasca Burger!Hac!...".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Si ce sa vezi!?Ditamai trantoru,betivan depravat,turmentat si cu o aripa fracturata!...=].Deci pana la urma albinele sunt turmentate:&amp;gt;.Unele poate.L-am intrebat ce tot canta in urechea mea,si ii explicam ca nu are voce melodioasa.Tot ce stia sa mai zica era:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; "Bei!Bei si iar BEI!,ce bine ne simtim..Hac!.Cantam ca randunicile,hac!,zburam ca si cocorii,si umblam ca ratele,hac!.Sau stai,albinele nu au labe ratzolesti."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ce realizare!,ce minune!,si-a dat seama ca nu are picioruse,adica labe!...oooowwhh!...Cum mouse`ul meu sa ai picioare de rate mai?! Apoi mi-a zis ceva de genul:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Hai la o bere cu mine!Hac!In spate la barul acela din autogara,au lasat niste lazi cu beri.Fac eu cinste!Hac!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pentru o secunda am crezut ca am inebunit de vorbesc cu o insecta infima,dar apoi mi-a suras ideea unei beri.Ne-am luat pe carare in jos,am sarit de pe stanca pe stanca,si intr-un final am ajuns si jos,ca doar sus nu aveam cum sa ajung!Am trimis trantorul sa vada daca e drumul liber,nu vroiam sa deranjam de la o bere alti trantori,doi contra 50,eee! asta nu imi pare corect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Hai!Hac!,drum liber ca pe mare avem!"imi zise betivanul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Erau 5 lazi puse una peste alta,si semanau cu turnul Eiffel,doar ca ar fi fost mai atractiv din punct de vedere turistic pentru barbati:&amp;gt;.Am verificat cateva sticle,si mai erau doar cateva picaturi pe fundul fiecareia.Ce m-am gandit eu?!Am luat sticlele,si una goala.Am inceput frate a goli sticlele in cea goala,pana cand mi-am umplut-o de jumate!Na`,acum da paranghelie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Hac!Mi-ai umplut si mie dopul?Ce crezi ca daca fac cinste ,doar tu bei ma?Hac!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; "Nu nu nu!.Doua dopuri frate!Doua!Bea cat vrei!Iar pe un ton foarte jos cat sa nu ma auda am zis: "~de parca te-ar mai lua regina inapoi~".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Se scalda in dop trantorul de parca ar fi in jacuzzi,numai o albinuta lucratoare asa mai sexi ii mai lipsea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Eu stateam pe o lada intoarsa cu fundu` in sus,si priveam cum norii se lasau purtati de vant.Mai luam cate o gura din bere,si mentionez ca nu mai era acidulata si parca 50 % era saliva de ea,dar nu saliva mea...hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cand ne era lumea mai draga, de dupa colt vine barmanul sa ia cateva lazi.Hodoronc tronc!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A dat dupa mine cu 3 sticle,una nimerindu-ma intr-un picior.Turmentatul revoltat bazaia:&lt;br /&gt;"Tiii!Ce rusine!Ce gazda!Ce bar!Isi alunga cei mai buni clienti!Ptiu!" si scuipa cu toata glandoarea sa albineasca berea pe care inca o sorbea din dop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Schiopatand mergeam din nou pe cararea oarecare,iar inima imi batea in gat!acolo o simteam!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Ti nananana!Ti nananana!Ce viata greaaa!Nu am apucat sa beau din toate dopurile!Cata irosireeee!" asa se plangea domnu` trantor!&amp;nbsp; : |&amp;nbsp; .Dupa 10 minute de chin indurat de dragele mele urechi, am ajuns la stup.Pe una dintre stancile acoperite cu muschi, era regina.Nervoasa,infumurata pusa pe cearta incepu a tipa:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Nesimtitule!Betivule!Nu faci nimic inafara sa bei!Te-am asteptat o zi intreaga,copiii au intrebat de tine!Au nevoie de un tata model,nu de unul ca tine!Cine crezi ca are nevoie de un betiv?!Si asta cine`i?Amanta eeeeh,pulverizatule?! Hai ,haash haaash ,pleaca oama ce esti! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nu am stiut ce sa ii zic,doar era regina, daca comentam punea roiul pe mine,daca fugeam ,venea roiul dupa mine...pfff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Hac!Iubireeee!Draga dragoste dragosteasca, marinimia ta, regina mea frumoasa:x.Doar am petrecut un pic,doar a venit vara puiule.Hac!Si ea nu imi e amanta,nici amica...E...chiar...cine esti ma?!...Ce cauti pe teritoriul meu?!Zbori de aici nearipat-o sau te intep de ti se umfla moaca!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Doamne,ce tradator,practic sa intors impotriva prietenei lui de pahar!Nu mai aveam replica?!...Regina, tantosa l-a luat de mana pe sotu`so si zise:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Oooo,acesta e trantorul meu de care m-am indragostit!Hai puiule in stup,albinutele au pregatit ceva special pentru noi...HMMmmmHHMM."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Coplesita de situatie am incercat sa fug,dar m-am impiedicat de o radacina.Cuplul a inceput sa rada de&amp;nbsp; mine,cata nesimtire.Si ca sa puie si mai mult paie pe foc :&lt;br /&gt;"Hey fat`o!Stii bancul cu albinele?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Eu nedumerita ,zic nu,dar am primit raspunsul:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Roiu`!!!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;M-am uitat la cer,si totul se facuse negru,negru,negru!Ca lovita de fulger m-am trezit,ma manca fata de la pamantul putrezit,si...eram tot in padure.Tzzz!Vis sau nu,ma durea spatele.&lt;br /&gt;Ce mai zi!Ce mai intamplari,dupa atata actiune si bautura, dupa atata munca la acele lazi de bere,si dupa atatea intepaturi de albina...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tot eu am ramas cu buza umflata... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434852826182978792-5822686472433397069?l=nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/feeds/5822686472433397069/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/2010/07/mahmureala-de-dupa.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434852826182978792/posts/default/5822686472433397069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434852826182978792/posts/default/5822686472433397069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/2010/07/mahmureala-de-dupa.html' title='Mahmureala de dupa'/><author><name>Alexandra(sau Cookie)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00825109097582936510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434852826182978792.post-8766792838268721052</id><published>2010-06-15T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T11:06:10.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>filozofa vorbise!</title><content type='html'>daca distractia s-ar putea transforma in ceva serios...atunci fericirea ar bate la usa mea..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434852826182978792-8766792838268721052?l=nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/feeds/8766792838268721052/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/2010/06/filozofa-vorbise.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434852826182978792/posts/default/8766792838268721052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434852826182978792/posts/default/8766792838268721052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/2010/06/filozofa-vorbise.html' title='filozofa vorbise!'/><author><name>Alexandra(sau Cookie)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00825109097582936510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434852826182978792.post-6051418526799159020</id><published>2010-06-14T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T13:42:07.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sfarsitul ciclului gimnazial.</title><content type='html'>La ora 9 si zece minute,&lt;br /&gt;Dimineata...&lt;br /&gt;Alergam cu 3 buchete de trandafiri in mana&lt;br /&gt;Erau pe jumate uscati.&lt;br /&gt;Festivitatea incepuse de&amp;nbsp; 5 minute&lt;br /&gt;Deja auzeam cum aplauzele parintilor se risipeau in aer&lt;br /&gt;Si cum elevii isi spuneau intre ei :&lt;br /&gt;"Bravo!Bravo!La anul vei fi mai bun"&lt;br /&gt;Pe masa de lemn in forma de cutie de ciocolata Africana&lt;br /&gt;Stateau sa ia foc diplomele scoase la imprimanta.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dupa ce soarele ne-a transformat in omlete&lt;br /&gt;Pasind apasat am mers in clasi&lt;br /&gt;Si doar un gand aveam:&lt;br /&gt;"HAHA! Am&amp;nbsp; terminat clasa a 8a!Am scapat de locul asta!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434852826182978792-6051418526799159020?l=nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/feeds/6051418526799159020/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/2010/06/sfarsitul-ciclului-gimnazial.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434852826182978792/posts/default/6051418526799159020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434852826182978792/posts/default/6051418526799159020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/2010/06/sfarsitul-ciclului-gimnazial.html' title='Sfarsitul ciclului gimnazial.'/><author><name>Alexandra(sau Cookie)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00825109097582936510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434852826182978792.post-1074490316141246907</id><published>2010-05-02T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T03:43:43.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss</title><content type='html'>Tocuri inalte de 6 cm,&lt;br /&gt;Rochita cu paiete,alb cu negru,&lt;br /&gt;Faceam pasi nesiguri la repetitii,&lt;br /&gt;Apoi...&lt;br /&gt;Am pasit cu incredere in timpul concursului...&lt;br /&gt;Zambeam caci stiam finalul...&lt;br /&gt;In public se afla el,&lt;br /&gt;Statea pe scaunul din dreapta,&lt;br /&gt;Randul 5.&lt;br /&gt;M-a vazut pentru prima data in rochie,&lt;br /&gt;Ma examina...&lt;br /&gt;De sus in jos,&lt;br /&gt;De jos in sus...&lt;br /&gt;Nu avusesem emotii,&lt;br /&gt;Puteam sa transpir si sa imi curga machiajul simplu si albastru.&lt;br /&gt;Pe tabla interactiva era proiectat&lt;br /&gt;"Karaokele"&lt;br /&gt;Imaginea neclara de la inceput a prins contur,&lt;br /&gt;Vedeam cifrele,&lt;br /&gt;cum se schimbau cuvintele&lt;br /&gt;odata ce terminam un rand.&lt;br /&gt;La Meneaito&lt;br /&gt;aveam 2 picioare stangi,&lt;br /&gt;Simteam ca ma impiedic,&lt;br /&gt;Dar tineam pasul cum puteam,&lt;br /&gt;Si am reusit sa nu ma fac de ras=].&lt;br /&gt;Karate:&lt;br /&gt;Kimono-ul strans de o centura rosie,&lt;br /&gt;Statea pe mine ca pe umeras,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;M-am incurcat de cateva ori,&lt;br /&gt;Dar juriul din partea dreapta a dat 10 pe ___ .&lt;br /&gt;Nu sunt mandra de mine,&lt;br /&gt;Sunt mandra de prietenii mei,&lt;br /&gt;Erau ca o turma adunata'n capatul salii,&lt;br /&gt;Sunt mandra de copii,colegii, de la karate,&lt;br /&gt;Sunt mandra de adversarele/prietenele mele&lt;br /&gt;Sunt mandra de ce s-a realizat...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Miss Gimnaziu 2010:).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434852826182978792-1074490316141246907?l=nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/feeds/1074490316141246907/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/2010/05/miss.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434852826182978792/posts/default/1074490316141246907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434852826182978792/posts/default/1074490316141246907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/2010/05/miss.html' title='Miss'/><author><name>Alexandra(sau Cookie)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00825109097582936510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434852826182978792.post-6873711458659595817</id><published>2010-03-27T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T10:22:04.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Escapada</title><content type='html'>Aranjez de 2 ore hainele in dulap&lt;br /&gt;In cap imi explodeaza mii de idei&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa las totul balta...&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa....&lt;br /&gt;Sa fug pe strada ,de-a lungul crisului,&lt;br /&gt;Sa intru in magazine si sa rastorn tot ce e pe rafturi,&lt;br /&gt;Sa iau din parcare un Ford rosu,&lt;br /&gt;Sa accelerez si sa intru cu el intr-un gard distrus,&lt;br /&gt;Sa dau doar beep la politie,&lt;br /&gt;Sa fug de la locul faptei,&lt;br /&gt;Sa urc pe dealuri,&lt;br /&gt;Sa ajung la crucea alba,din lemn, din varful muntelui,&lt;br /&gt;Sa tip la lume: Calca'v'ar Trenu'!&lt;br /&gt;Sa arunc peste oras o plapuma de pene,&lt;br /&gt;Si apoi sa arunc doua mii de tone de miere,&lt;br /&gt;Sa ma uit cat de prost arata,&lt;br /&gt;Oras pufos,&lt;br /&gt;Cu pene,cu miere,&lt;br /&gt;Alb,galben...&lt;br /&gt;Sa iau dulapul sa il arunc in cris,&lt;br /&gt;Sa rad privindu-l cum e dus de apa la vale,&lt;br /&gt;Si din nou vreau&lt;br /&gt;Sa...&lt;br /&gt;fug&lt;br /&gt;Iar,si iar si iar&lt;br /&gt;De fapt ,&lt;br /&gt;Sa alerg 5 kilometrii in jurul unui bloc,&lt;br /&gt;Si...&lt;br /&gt;Gata cu day dreaming,revin la haine si la mirosul de naftalina din dulap&lt;br /&gt;=]]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434852826182978792-6873711458659595817?l=nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/feeds/6873711458659595817/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/2010/03/escapada.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434852826182978792/posts/default/6873711458659595817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434852826182978792/posts/default/6873711458659595817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/2010/03/escapada.html' title='Escapada'/><author><name>Alexandra(sau Cookie)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00825109097582936510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434852826182978792.post-7176071461363258918</id><published>2010-03-16T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T12:11:02.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>se poate si mai bine</title><content type='html'>pana acum tot a mers bine cu el&lt;br /&gt;dar in rest-&amp;gt; ori&amp;nbsp; merge prost masina vietii ori are pana...una din 2...(desi amn2 bat in acelasi loc :| )&lt;br /&gt;in rest toate se duc dr****&lt;br /&gt;=|&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;incerc sa vad partea buna in lucrurile pe care le fac...dar port ochelari si in plus nu sunt parti bune&lt;br /&gt;mai&lt;br /&gt;sunt maxim 5 persoane care ma fac fericita-in sensul ca mai pot si eu sa rad sau sa arunc acolo un zambet =]&lt;br /&gt;totusi...nu pot sa fiu intoarsa pe dos cand sunt cu el...nu pot...nu vreau sa il incarc cu ce am eu..vreau sa fie el si cu acea fata care e dincolo de granitele aiurelilor vietii ei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e 'bine'...pana acum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;:D&amp;lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434852826182978792-7176071461363258918?l=nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/feeds/7176071461363258918/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/2010/03/se-poate-si-mai-bine.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dureri de dinti din cauza alunelor din Africana...&lt;br /&gt;Trandafirul albastru din borcanul de pe masa rotunda din sufragerie...&lt;br /&gt;In oglinda din baie se reflecta rujul roz primit...&lt;br /&gt;Pufos e iepurasul alb cu chilotei rosii...&lt;br /&gt;Afara bat vanturile de vest...&lt;br /&gt;E soare ...straluceste sacadat...&lt;br /&gt;E 8 martie...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434852826182978792-3689111800426871437?l=nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/feeds/3689111800426871437/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/2010/03/8-martie.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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dont think that you love me!&lt;br /&gt;i think im just another girl,you'll change me like you do whit your socks!&lt;br /&gt;i need to know you better but you keep me away!&lt;br /&gt;i am afraid you'll find a better girl...someone cutter than me,more beautiful and other...other shitty stuff!&lt;br /&gt;i need to know...have you ever truly loved?&lt;br /&gt;i dont want you to LEAVE ME!&lt;br /&gt;i want to keep you forever&lt;br /&gt;but ...those are just dreams lost in my confused mind!&lt;br /&gt;make them real..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still...is just a dream...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434852826182978792-538986023529840359?l=nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434852826182978792.post-8854651340716756861</id><published>2010-03-01T04:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T04:03:08.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>incerc din nou!</title><content type='html'>~_~&lt;br /&gt;ok...deci...am sa incerc din nou...to love...&lt;br /&gt;i like this new "situation"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c6R8ivyjInA/S4us9XmGtrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/f6MhqQ3aF6s/s1600-h/heart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c6R8ivyjInA/S4us9XmGtrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/f6MhqQ3aF6s/s320/heart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434852826182978792-8854651340716756861?l=nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/feeds/8854651340716756861/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/2010/03/incerc-din-nou.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434852826182978792/posts/default/8854651340716756861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434852826182978792/posts/default/8854651340716756861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/2010/03/incerc-din-nou.html' title='incerc din nou!'/><author><name>Alexandra(sau Cookie)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00825109097582936510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c6R8ivyjInA/S4us9XmGtrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/f6MhqQ3aF6s/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434852826182978792.post-2543230165822885697</id><published>2010-02-21T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T08:54:53.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>singura...</title><content type='html'>ma simt singura...de parca sunt doar eu pe intreaga planeta.:|&lt;br /&gt;singuratatea e ucigatoare de cele mai multe ori...hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;eu m-am obisnuit cu ea&lt;br /&gt;cred...&lt;br /&gt;totusi&lt;br /&gt;sa te simti atat de singura...e ingrozitor....si punct (.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="http://dl7.glitter-graphics.net/pub/186/186607otdmnqthxp.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="96" src="http://dl8.glitter-graphics.net/pub/201/201478oyuyuosn5e.jpg" width="96" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434852826182978792-2543230165822885697?l=nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/feeds/2543230165822885697/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/2010/02/singura.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434852826182978792/posts/default/2543230165822885697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434852826182978792/posts/default/2543230165822885697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/2010/02/singura.html' title='singura...'/><author><name>Alexandra(sau Cookie)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00825109097582936510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434852826182978792.post-2910779053006705159</id><published>2010-02-15T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T03:48:23.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu poti...</title><content type='html'>Nu poti sa atingi patura uda care sta la uscat pe sarma din balcon,&lt;br /&gt;E prea sus pusa...&lt;br /&gt;Nu poti sa faci un backflip pentru ca ai sa cazi si iti vei rupe ceva,&lt;br /&gt;Asta o crezi tu...&lt;br /&gt;Nu poti sa te incalzesti la soba veche din camera cu mobila prafuita invechita,&lt;br /&gt;Nu e foc in ea,nu e calda...&lt;br /&gt;Nu poti sa atingi masa de sticla,vei lasa amprente mari,unsuroase.&lt;br /&gt;Nu poti tasta mai repede ca mine,&lt;br /&gt;Tastatatura ta e mica,roza,cu hello kitty...iar literele de 5mm/5mm.&lt;br /&gt;Nu poti dansa din cauza pantalonilor prea largi hip-hop.&lt;br /&gt;Nu poti citi ,fontul literelor e de 8.&lt;br /&gt;Nu poti canta,gatul tie rosu si e plin de puroi!&lt;br /&gt;Nu poti alerga,muschii iti sunt vineti,tari ca fierul si te dor!&lt;br /&gt;Nu poti tipa,la fel cum nu poti canta!&lt;br /&gt;Nu poti scrie,pixul iti aluneca in mainile unsuroase...&lt;br /&gt;Nu poti manca,ai vazut o balena moarta care mirosea a gunoi statut de 3 luni.&lt;br /&gt;Nu poti dormi...te tot gandesti la casiera noua de la Metro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434852826182978792-2910779053006705159?l=nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/feeds/2910779053006705159/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/2010/02/nu-poti.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434852826182978792/posts/default/2910779053006705159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434852826182978792/posts/default/2910779053006705159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/2010/02/nu-poti.html' title='Nu poti...'/><author><name>Alexandra(sau Cookie)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00825109097582936510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434852826182978792.post-7808678242952698133</id><published>2010-02-15T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T09:47:08.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vai scoala asta=]]</title><content type='html'>pai..azi...am mers rupta in 4 de somn la school.&lt;br /&gt;nu vedeam bine nimic,asa de somn imi era.everything was blurry!&lt;br /&gt;=]]&lt;br /&gt;sii....am facut 4 puncte din 24 la olimpiada la mate&lt;br /&gt;wooohooo&lt;br /&gt;=))=]] &lt;br /&gt;:))...o colega a facut 9 puncte si alta 3..deci is buna-la mijloc!=]]&lt;br /&gt;am crezut ca nu fac nimic.doar eu stiu ce teoreme am inventat la geometrie si ce functii am tras la algebra=]]&lt;br /&gt;dar...am fauct 4 puncte(si erau patru probleme)&lt;br /&gt;sunt praf!...dar uite!...am reusit sa scot ceva mai mare de 0&lt;br /&gt;=]]&lt;br /&gt;ok...acum ma doare spatele,si un pic capul,tema la mate e de vina.iar spatele..aaaa.cred ca pozitia in care stau acum e de vina.sucitanie ce sunt!&lt;br /&gt;=]]&lt;br /&gt;ok...acum e mai bine:D...&lt;br /&gt;va fi un concurs de literatura...aaa...da...si...inca nu m-am apucat de povestea aceea pe care se presupune sa le-o trimit.nici nu mai stiu cum se numeste concursul...0 interes momentan,dar odata ce o sa ma apuc de treaba,nu o sa poti sa ma mai opresti!:X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi ,,,a fost interesant...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434852826182978792-7808678242952698133?l=nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434852826182978792.post-7354183517006239866</id><published>2010-02-14T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T09:29:12.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mai tii minte?</title><content type='html'>Seara,cerul pictat cu milioane de stele&lt;br /&gt;Ma tineai de mana rece,&lt;br /&gt;Si paseam amandoi incet,prin iarba uscata...&lt;br /&gt;Imi spuneai povesti comice de-ale tale,&lt;br /&gt;Zambetul meu te facea sa ma saruti,&lt;br /&gt;Ma strangeai in brate,&lt;br /&gt;Iti simteam caldura corpului,&lt;br /&gt;Parca prindeam aripi,&lt;br /&gt;Le si vedeam,iesind din spatele meu firav,&lt;br /&gt;Mari,cu pene aurii,&lt;br /&gt;Si apoi,te-as fi luat cu mine,sa zburam pana la constelatii,sa atingem stelele fierbinti,&lt;br /&gt;Sa plutim prin spatiu,lipsa de gravitatie ti-ar fi facut sarutul insesizabil.&lt;br /&gt;In acel parc mic,eram imbratisati,&lt;br /&gt;Priveam artificiile,care luminau cerul,&lt;br /&gt;Pentru un moment am crezut ca e zi,&lt;br /&gt;Dar era o noapte de august,&lt;br /&gt;Il vedeam deja pe Cupidon,&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu mi-a mai fost frica&lt;br /&gt;Nu i-am spus sa zboare mai departe,&lt;br /&gt;Isi facea oricum,deja,magia.&lt;br /&gt;Stelele,artificiile,imbratisarile calde,parcul,noaptea aceea,mana ta calda,&lt;br /&gt;O sa le tin minte mereu,&lt;br /&gt;Dar tu,mai tii minte?...&lt;br /&gt;Sau biblioteca ta veche,neatinsa de nimeni,&lt;br /&gt;E prea incarcata deja ca sa iti mai fie dor de acele momente&lt;br /&gt;Din acea carte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poezia e scrisa exact asa cum A zis lectorul Daniel sa nu scriem...ce sa fac ?!=]]=]]..mor de ras asta fac momentan..dar o las asa acum..intelege-ma Daniel:)))si restul..am scris-o pt ca...aaaa...motiv pe care nu il pot zice aici=]]=]]=]]]==]]]]]]]]]]]...da...rad ca o zebzeca!:)):)).ok...ma iertati de data asta?;;)...please?:D&lt;div 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Cookie)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00825109097582936510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434852826182978792.post-4165925164225124872</id><published>2010-02-14T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T05:39:20.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A walk to remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Do you remember that walk we took on our first night together?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so hun...&lt;br /&gt;Eu mi-am inceput Valentinul asa...cu ceva cearta intre mine si sora'mea si mama...&lt;br /&gt;Apoi...m-am uitat la filmul "A walk to remember"&lt;br /&gt;Foarte dragut si reusit filmul.M-a imprresionat,recunosc...Toata treaba dintre acel cuplu,fata are leucemie,el afla mai tarziu,...ea fata de popa,el bad boy(care se cuminteste pe urma)...Si amndoi se iubeau totusi-gen nebuneste.nice!...Credeti-ma...merita vazut filmul.E foarte frumos.:)...2-3 lacrimi mi-au curs...pt ca....nimic!=]]=]]...ok...sa vedem..poate mai scriu si&amp;nbsp; poezie...pana atunci enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;owkies....&lt;br /&gt;am dat pe youtube peste ultima piesa din film care imi place(weird!)&lt;br /&gt;uite si linkul:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n0eAri0PxEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;In places no one would find &lt;br /&gt;All your feelings so deep inside (deep inside) &lt;br /&gt;It was then that I realized &lt;br /&gt;That forever was in your eyes &lt;br /&gt;The moment I saw you cry...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;na na na na...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434852826182978792-4165925164225124872?l=nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com' 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jos&lt;br /&gt;E pe dos,asa cum sunt toate in capul meu.&lt;br /&gt;Varful ei imi arata locul unde voi petrece o vesnicie,&lt;br /&gt;Inteapa exact locul unde inima mi se va afla,&lt;br /&gt;La 2 metri sub pamant,&lt;br /&gt;Cu o piramida deasupra,din sticla ,cu nisip,si tot e negru.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434852826182978792-8187729970757254618?l=nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/feeds/8187729970757254618/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/2010/02/piramida.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434852826182978792/posts/default/8187729970757254618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Cookie)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00825109097582936510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434852826182978792.post-9152597963143785204</id><published>2010-02-07T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T08:43:54.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The taurus girls..=]]</title><content type='html'>ok...ma gandeam sa trag cu ochiul la -zodiac-&lt;br /&gt;si am cautat despre fata Taur&lt;br /&gt;:&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PERSONAL                       RELATIONSHIPS:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 6pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Taurus                       is a child of Venus, the goddess of love. Therefore the                       Taurus woman is very romantic and, once she has given her                       heart she does so with the thought of &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;“forever”                       in mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 6pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Since                       the Bull is earthy by temperament the sign of Taurus is                       one of the most sexual of all the signs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 6pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Gaining                       the love of a Taurus woman might take quite a time,                       however, once accomplished, the Taurus woman will return                       your efforts with both loyalty and devotion and, she will                       remain a steadfast partner through out the most difficult                       of life circumstances you may encounter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 6pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 6pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;oooo...:)).mi-a placut pana acum=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 6pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 6pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MONEY                       &amp;amp; FINANCES:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 6pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;The                       Taurus woman is a great one to hold on to, and to save her                       resources.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 6pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;She                       often takes the viewpoint that money is an end in itself                       and, as result, she may often place far too much                       importance on economic security.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 6pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;She                       likes to enjoy the luxuries of life and loves to possess                       luxury items and, very much so where someone else is                       paying the bill for them!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 6pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;She                       is very connected to her senses and holds a full                       appreciation for all of the finer things in life that a                       plentiful financial resource can provide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 6pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 6pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;omgg=]]=]].asta...asta da!...bani astia..ma rup mai!:)))&amp;gt;ce ghinion ca's taur:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 6pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GENERAL                         CHARACTERISTICS: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 6pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;The                         Taurus woman is not generally the best person to                         initiate something that is new and original. She is                         however, considerably gifted when it comes to supporting                         and enriching the earlier efforts and developments of                         others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 6pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Where                         the Taurus girl does start up her own project or concept                         then she will persevere and never divert from the path                         that will ultimately, lead to a successful conclusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;By                         nature, the Taurus woman must hold a sound belief in the                         value and real worth of something or someone before she                         will agree to give her support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;ok....weird!..si am mai gasit asta..care imi palce mult!:&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Taurean woman has a feminine outlook, but is extremely strong when it comes to emotions. She is adept at handling pressures and can very well tackle the most difficult of situations. Highly introvert, Taurean woman chooses her friends very cautiously.&amp;nbsp;A Taurus female&amp;nbsp;makes friends with people who, like her, do not believe in dual personality. Though she has a few friends only, all of them would be dependable and stand by her whenever she a need arises. A Taurean female is very trustworthy and caring.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ok...deci am terminat cu taurimea:)).a fost tare..am gasit tot felul de chestii.eu's o bomba cu ceas!?...ce chestie...:D....asa am citit.dar nah..=]...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ti&amp;nbsp; se pare interesant ce'i acolo nu?&lt;br /&gt;;;)&lt;br /&gt;:"&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434852826182978792-9152597963143785204?l=nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/feeds/9152597963143785204/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/2010/02/taurus-girls.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434852826182978792/posts/default/9152597963143785204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434852826182978792/posts/default/9152597963143785204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/2010/02/taurus-girls.html' title='The taurus girls..=]]'/><author><name>Alexandra(sau Cookie)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00825109097582936510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434852826182978792.post-7107676802213422449</id><published>2010-02-06T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T08:42:08.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>si zice asa...</title><content type='html'>deci...im happy...&lt;br /&gt;pt ca mama mi-a bagat optiune pe tel la *olingi* sa am iar mesaje&lt;br /&gt;adica...a' vai ca in sfarsit o sa pot sa *texting* cu a'mei&lt;br /&gt;waiiii&lt;br /&gt;cine vrea sa vorbeasca cu mine prin mesaje?!:)&lt;br /&gt;si minute am inca destule.deci?!care vrea sa vorbim?:D&lt;br /&gt;si...a'vai... am zis ce am pe suflet unuia...am gresit?...poate...dar e in regula(over-used phrase)&lt;br /&gt;si...momentan mi-am prins tot parul intr-o codita...ciudat...nu am mai purtat TOT parul prins in coada din clasa a 5a...hmmm...ma simt ciudat.&lt;br /&gt;si ma gandesc sa-mi mai fac cateva gauri in urechi(am destuleeeee...dar mai vreau...vaca nu se satura de iarba prea repede=] )&lt;br /&gt;si...vreau sa vorbesc cu persoane noi.sa dau peste ceva nou.sa ies din realitatea mea(e ceva in capul asta a' meu) si sa *socializez*&lt;br /&gt;suna ciudat...=]...deci da...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Lets text*sms*&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434852826182978792-7107676802213422449?l=nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/feeds/7107676802213422449/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/2010/02/si-zice-asa.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434852826182978792/posts/default/7107676802213422449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434852826182978792/posts/default/7107676802213422449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/2010/02/si-zice-asa.html' title='si zice asa...'/><author><name>Alexandra(sau Cookie)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00825109097582936510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434852826182978792.post-1629667903254308698</id><published>2010-02-01T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T12:00:45.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>asa s-a dus...</title><content type='html'>In seara asta am mai pierdut pe cineva.Nu...nu a murit...Asa l-am pierdut eu.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca am vrut...Si totusi...ma simt ingrozitor!&lt;br /&gt;Simt ca :&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; am gresit!,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ca am distrus pe cineva caruia ii pasa de mine!,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ca nu merit pe nimeni langa mine!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ca voi distruge increderea unei bune prietene!(L.)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Si mai simt ca nu's buna de nimic.*râde*&lt;br /&gt;Râd!?....de ce ?&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca vad cât de imprastiata sunt,aiurita,si totusi...lumea ma place...bine ,logic că ,doar câteva persoane.&lt;br /&gt;Mda...........dar e in regulă....da...asa e...e in regulă. &lt;br /&gt;Stie &lt;i&gt;el(B.) &lt;/i&gt;care e faza cu &lt;i&gt;in regula&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;E ciudat,ma gandeam duminica la cate decizii "mari" voi lua...am luat una azi...si ma voi gandi in urmatoarele samptamani la alte decizii...pe care trebuie sa le iau...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si asa s-a dus.....s-a dus....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434852826182978792-1629667903254308698?l=nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/feeds/1629667903254308698/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/2010/02/asa-s-dus.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434852826182978792/posts/default/1629667903254308698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434852826182978792/posts/default/1629667903254308698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/2010/02/asa-s-dus.html' title='asa s-a dus...'/><author><name>Alexandra(sau Cookie)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00825109097582936510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434852826182978792.post-7097137574428015296</id><published>2010-02-01T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T09:17:40.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doar aici?</title><content type='html'>Se pare ca singurul loc in care mai pot sta fara sa fiu innebunita este blogul meu...&lt;br /&gt;E ciudat...pe mess nu mai pot sta o secunda fara sa fiu stresata,enervata,chiar si luata peste picior de unii.&lt;br /&gt;Am mai mult de 600 de persoane in lista ,dintre care vreo 30 pot sa zica ceva bun,restul sunt praf!&lt;br /&gt;Chiar mai inainte cineva m-a scos din sarite,mi-a tunat cheful de vorbit,si simplu..am iesit...mi-am pierdut cheful de vorbit.&lt;br /&gt;Mai bine vorbesc singura aici.Stiu ca nimeni nu-mi cere vre-un raport despre ce-am facut azi,s-au imi face nu stiu ce glume.&lt;br /&gt;Am uitat sa mentionez:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;URASC GLUMELE,FARSELE,SAU ORICUM AI VREA SA LE NUMESTI!.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da,bancurile merg...dar glume pe seama mea...mai du-te de'aici=]]&lt;br /&gt;Mda...gata cu drama...=]]&lt;br /&gt;Am toane =]].Si stiu si de ce...explicatia e culmea..dar asa e...si nu explic aici.sa fie clar!:))&lt;br /&gt;Ador sa fiu singura,linistita la locul meu.&lt;br /&gt;Acum parca si tanjesc sa fiu lasata in pace &lt;i&gt;si "in relatie"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu cer asta,prea mult scandal ar urma dupa,si acum nu am chef sa ma cert.De fapt niciodata nu am chef de cearta.Pur si simplu evit certurile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nu-mi plac persoanele certarete!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nu-mi place -cand cineva se baga intre mine si el- de parca el/ea(cel care se baga) poate controla relatia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nu-mi place atunci cand mi se cer explicatii-gen dau raspunsul simplu sec,si apoi ma intreaba lumea "de ce?"-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Si cu asta...cred ca am terminat...se pare ca pana la urma doar aici pot sa urlu cat ma tin plamanii,doar aici pot zice ce vreau...mda...doar aici....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434852826182978792-7097137574428015296?l=nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/feeds/7097137574428015296/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/2010/02/doar-aici.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434852826182978792/posts/default/7097137574428015296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434852826182978792/posts/default/7097137574428015296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/2010/02/doar-aici.html' title='Doar aici?'/><author><name>Alexandra(sau Cookie)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00825109097582936510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434852826182978792.post-896428321464806973</id><published>2010-01-31T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T09:28:21.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Si cade...</title><content type='html'>Din cer cad cuburi de gheata&lt;br /&gt;Iar sunetul lor pare a fi de filarmonica. &lt;br /&gt;Norii arata de parca sunt patati cu noroi.&lt;br /&gt;Cuburile se lovesc de asfalt,&lt;br /&gt;Crap in zeci de bucati&lt;br /&gt;La fel ca si esecurile mele,&lt;br /&gt;Am incercat sa le inec in norii murdari&lt;br /&gt;Dar,ele pot inota.&lt;br /&gt;Rafalele de vant poarta sticlariile din cer&lt;br /&gt;La inaltimi mari,acolo unde nu pot ajunge eu,&lt;br /&gt;La etajul 13.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434852826182978792-896428321464806973?l=nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/feeds/896428321464806973/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/2010/01/si-cade.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434852826182978792/posts/default/896428321464806973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434852826182978792/posts/default/896428321464806973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/2010/01/si-cade.html' title='Si cade...'/><author><name>Alexandra(sau Cookie)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00825109097582936510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434852826182978792.post-4804842985956410586</id><published>2010-01-31T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T09:18:58.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cum a zis mona=[</title><content type='html'>am pus piesa asta la maxim la boxe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jy3A6WLOhi0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jy3A6WLOhi0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am dansat ...iar acum...ma simt inca ca naiba...=[...sufar din nou.motivul? ...nu il stiu=[&lt;br /&gt;inca ascult piesa...si ma gandesc...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434852826182978792-4804842985956410586?l=nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/feeds/4804842985956410586/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/2010/01/cum-zis-mona.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' 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versuri dintr-o piesa care imi place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;When I realize there's no telling lies,&lt;br /&gt;Then I know that once in a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;Making love to you, every time it's new,&lt;br /&gt;You know you're my once in a lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;...nu m-am stresat sa gasesc adevarul din spatele acestor versuri.eu doa r le aud,le ascult,si suna atat de frumos,armonios.e un cantec bland,calm,si nu comercial-&amp;gt;ma incanta ideea asta XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;si da...nu mai stiu ce sa zic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;aaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;chiar acum la 12:30 pleaca corul scolii fara mine la un concurs.nu pot merge pt ca trebuie sa raman cu ..."aia mica" :|.mmmda...imi palce sa cant.am ratat solo'ul,acum intregul cor.geezzz...tot ce e aiurea-----&amp;gt;mereu mi se intampla numai mie =]]=]].ironic!aiurea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;=]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;si acum rad de asta...:)).pot nu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;of of of...nu mai am voie sa plec in drumetii,nu mai am voie sa merg la petreceri,nu mai am voie sa dansez,nu mai am voie sa cant acum...si dansul imi place cel mai mult dintre toate!freestyle!...cum vreau eu sa dansez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;nu mai am voie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;la naiba!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;canti?&lt;/i&gt;...cand ...cum...of...=]]...aiurea=]](rade fara motiv)&lt;br /&gt;cate as face...dar toate sunt interzise...parintii astia...de ce trebuie sa aibe atata control asupra mea?!...sa-mi lase putina libertate?...NU!...aiurea din nou=]]&lt;br /&gt;toata vacanta trebuie sa stau inchisa in casa studiind,citind,si atat...:|&lt;br /&gt;foarte fain nu?!&lt;br /&gt;vorbiti ca nu aveti libertate...ia mai taceti!...mi-e rau...si cu asta gata...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434852826182978792-1046194250692241405?l=nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/feeds/1046194250692241405/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/2010/01/once-in-lifetimesi-drama-meaaiurea.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434852826182978792/posts/default/1046194250692241405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434852826182978792/posts/default/1046194250692241405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/2010/01/once-in-lifetimesi-drama-meaaiurea.html' title='once in a lifetime..si drama mea...:|(aiurea)'/><author><name>Alexandra(sau Cookie)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00825109097582936510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434852826182978792.post-4883395089561916</id><published>2010-01-30T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T05:12:33.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..ahem!Asa da!</title><content type='html'>Ce-mi place cand am dreptate:))E de rau?&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu&lt;br /&gt;Nu cred&lt;br /&gt;Dar...sentimentul acela....vai!8-&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si lumea comenteaza despre ce am scris atunci "ca urasc multe"&lt;br /&gt;Imi place...adica...vor sa ma ajute,vin cu sfaturi.E ceva...nu-mi vine a crede,se da importanta unui blog.:)&lt;br /&gt;Asa da!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434852826182978792-4883395089561916?l=nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/feeds/4883395089561916/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/2010/01/ahemasa-da.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434852826182978792/posts/default/4883395089561916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434852826182978792/posts/default/4883395089561916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/2010/01/ahemasa-da.html' title='..ahem!Asa da!'/><author><name>Alexandra(sau Cookie)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00825109097582936510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434852826182978792.post-2458909917113390138</id><published>2010-01-30T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T02:18:41.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adormit in tren..(e adevarat=])</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Adormit in tren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Toti tac,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu's de vină,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Am luat timpul si l-am pus la inghetat in frigider.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In fata mea sta punga de chipsuri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Parca imi zambeste, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In dreapta,cu un scaun mai in fata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sta strainul,mos cârpit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Care doarme,sforaie,mai pleoscaie de parca mananca bors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Imbracamintea second-hand,stil army&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Le face pe batranele din tren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sa il priveasca cu interes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Parca il vad trezindu-se ca lovit de-o avalansa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uitandu-se in jur buimacit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ma rog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Poate daca ii dau un chips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ii cade proteza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434852826182978792-2458909917113390138?l=nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/feeds/2458909917113390138/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/2010/01/adormit-in-trene-adevarat.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434852826182978792/posts/default/2458909917113390138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434852826182978792/posts/default/2458909917113390138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/2010/01/adormit-in-trene-adevarat.html' title='Adormit in tren..(e adevarat=])'/><author><name>Alexandra(sau Cookie)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00825109097582936510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434852826182978792.post-6205954391706509886</id><published>2010-01-30T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T01:20:55.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prea racita ...sa mai ies afara:(</title><content type='html'>Deci aseara am fost la antrenament,si dupa ce am ajuns acasa am inceput sa ma simt foarte rau.&lt;br /&gt;Ma durea capul,mi-era rau,si aveam febra.Acum ma doare doar capul.Senzatia e...aiurea!&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa dorm mai mult dar nu pot...&lt;br /&gt;In plus,azi vor veni niste prieteni dintr-un oras vecin, cu care planuisem initial sa iesim la un ceai.Din parti!Ma simt rau si numai pot iesi.of!=[&lt;br /&gt;Dar le-am explicat aseara...:)Sper ca au inteles ca nu pot iesi azi.&lt;br /&gt;Am zis ca voi scrie aici una dintre poeziile pe care le-am scris dupa tabara.Nu zic ca sunt bune,nu cred ca sunt bune.Dar...m-am straduit=]] :D&lt;br /&gt;Poezia vine intr-o alta postare ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434852826182978792-6205954391706509886?l=nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/feeds/6205954391706509886/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/2010/01/prea-racita-sa-mai-ies-afara.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434852826182978792/posts/default/6205954391706509886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434852826182978792/posts/default/6205954391706509886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/2010/01/prea-racita-sa-mai-ies-afara.html' title='Prea racita ...sa mai ies afara:('/><author><name>Alexandra(sau Cookie)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00825109097582936510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434852826182978792.post-658455207098907364</id><published>2010-01-29T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T05:28:34.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>trebuie sa o zic...</title><content type='html'>Bun,deci am o viata distrusa,si mereu sunt altii care pun paie pe foc.:|&lt;br /&gt;Inteleg multa lume.dar de ce naiba nu vor si ei sa inteleaga ca:&lt;br /&gt;-urasc certurile&lt;br /&gt;-urasc sa fiu eu de vina&lt;br /&gt;-urasc sa fiu eu la mijlocul unei probleme&lt;br /&gt;-urasc sa mi se sara in cap pentru greseala altora&lt;br /&gt;-urasc sa mi se planga mie lumea&lt;br /&gt;-urasc sa ascult plangerile lumii&lt;br /&gt;-urasc gandirea multora!&lt;br /&gt;-urasc sa rezolv problemele altora!&lt;br /&gt;Prea greu de inteles?!Nu vad nimic greu.Si totusi tot ce am enumerat se intampla mereu.Si cum sa ma abtin si sa nu urlu,sa nu ma enervez,sa nu ma supar!?...&lt;br /&gt;Dar cand esti orb...E greu sa vezi ca proastei aleia care scrie acum aici,nu-i place de tine,sau nu ii place cum gandesti,sau nu-i place sa ajute,sau nu-i place sa vorbeasca.&lt;br /&gt;Eu ma simt mereu dupa ce inchei o cearta,ma simt ca un mare gunoi.Da...dar...altii se simt bine.Le place sa vada ca ma simt rau.le place sa se roage sa ma simt si mai ca dr**!&lt;br /&gt;Ma descarc aici ca sa nu ma mai cert cu oamenii aceia din localul numit&amp;nbsp; Y.Messenger :|&lt;br /&gt;Cica eu am figuri!&lt;br /&gt;Ce anume?Eu am invatat sa tac mereu,a m invatat sa inghit,am invatat sa accept aiurelile altora.Vorbesc frumos cu lumea,nu iau pe nimeni peste picior.Sunt calculata cu tot ceea ce scot pe gura!Si am figuri?&lt;br /&gt;...gen bullshit!&lt;br /&gt;Doar pe blog nu am sa tac!&lt;br /&gt;Daca citesti si te simti,taci din gura,nu venii sa-mi reprosezi,ca vai doamne "ma refeream la tine".Nu ma refer numai la tine!La toti ma refer!Blogul acesta e locul meu,nu-ti place,cara-TE!&lt;br /&gt;Niciodata nu am putut sa fiu atat de ipocrita incat sa ma simt bine dupa o cearta,sa ma simt bine cand am facut pe cineva sa sufere,sa se simta rau sa l-as fi facut sa ma urasca.Nu ma simt bine!&lt;br /&gt;Nu pot sa ma simt bine!Sunt genul de persoana care sufera intr-una!Si in schimb nu primeste nimic.Vad doar zambetele voastre!Cum va simtit voii bine dupa ce mi-ai inchis gura,sau mi-ai zis ceva porcos!&lt;br /&gt;Nu ganditi?!Nu cred!&lt;br /&gt;M-am saturat,demult inca!&lt;br /&gt;Si gata...daca mai scriu cred ca mi se face si mai rau!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434852826182978792-658455207098907364?l=nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/feeds/658455207098907364/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/2010/01/trebuie-sa-o-zic.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434852826182978792/posts/default/658455207098907364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434852826182978792/posts/default/658455207098907364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/2010/01/trebuie-sa-o-zic.html' title='trebuie sa o zic...'/><author><name>Alexandra(sau Cookie)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00825109097582936510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6434852826182978792.post-627899069783618244</id><published>2010-01-29T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T03:33:42.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Nimic nu e monoton"</title><content type='html'>Este si numele blogului meu,de asemenea este si numele creatiei mele(care e inca in perioada de creatie:)) )&lt;br /&gt;E o poveste pe care o scriu de la inceputul lunii. Am scris destul de mult din ea,si aici voi posta doar inceputul ei:).Nu e mare chestie de ea,dar,e a mea,si imi place.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Nimic nu e monoton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: large;"&gt;23:45,seara tarziu,oboseala,liniste si e sambata.Orasul e acoperit de nameti, in geamurile blocurilor se vad instalatiile colorate,care danseaza ca sa se incalzeasca,iar mosii din carton iti fac cu mana urmarindu-te pana cand dispari in negura noptii. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Intr-un apartament, din blocul 22, se auzeau bataile pe care tastatura le primea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Nu a facut nimic azi,a stat la calculator intreaga zi.E ceva normal pentru cei de varsta ei,sa te holbezi ore intregi la pozele altora,sa asculti muzica pe care unii o vad a fi necurata,si asa mai departe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Vorbea cu mai mult de 15 persoane pe messenger,tocatorul de adevar,linia fierbinte pentru unii,loc de afaceri pentru altii.Toti o stiau sub porecla de White Chocolate Cookie,dar ii ziceau de cele mai multe ori Cookie,era mai usor de retinut.Conversatiile ei cu persoanele din acea lume virtuala tineau de la 1 minut la ore intregi.Spunea la toti ca e somnoroasa,obosita, sau nervoasa,si o tinea tot asa o vreme,fara sa se simta asa cu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;adevarat.Intr-un final a obosit intr-adevar, si s-a gandit ca somnul i-ar prinde bine.Patul mare,lat ,si pernele moi si mici,desigur si plapuma sufocanta o asteptau.Ii strigau numele,plapuma se incolacea,se misca odata cu corpul ei slabut si firav.Pernele ii sopteau sa inchida ochii,pentru ca o alta lumea o astepta dincolo de starea ei somnolenta.Corpul ii era inundat de fiori calzi, ea zbura printre arhivele din biblioteca visurilor pe care o avea adanc ascunsa in minte.Nimeni si nimic nu putea ajunge acolo,sa vada acel loc tacut.Daca avea vre-un vis care s-a incheiat pe neasteptate,cauta cartea acelui vis,o deschidea,si il modela dupa bunul plac.Cosmarurile insa,erau alta treaba.Dupa portile ruginite,aflate la intrarea in casa de lemn vechi,din cel mai indepartat loc din mintea ei,se gaseau cosmaruruile,la fel si fobiile ei.Urma sa aiba un cosmar.Fata pasea tremurand prin ceata groasa din fata casei.Mergea acolo,fara nici un motiv.Lumini ciudate se vedeau la&amp;nbsp; ferestrele sparte ale casei.Usa se deschise scartaind,iar ochii ei albastrii se fixara pe o silueta care plutea in intuneric.Speriata a vrut sa dea inapoi,dar&amp;nbsp; nu putea,piciorele ii erau inghetate,in plus o chema ceva...Intrase in abis,nu se vedeau decat scari in fata ei,si statui.Silueta se plimba in jurul ei,iar cand a intins mana spre parul fetei,ea a luat-o la fuga.Scarile parca nu se mai sfarseau,iar scartaitul lor o inebunea.S-a oprit,si a vazut in fata ei un coridor lung,pustiit.Simtea o prezenta tulburatoare.Mergea in fata,privind in stanga,in dreata...in camerele goale.Pe umar a simtit o atingere care o trase inapoi,si privind in spate privirea &lt;i&gt;lui&lt;/i&gt; malefica,ochii lui rosii, au inspaimantat-o.Incercand sa o ia in brate,fata se risipi in aer ca un parfum.Cookie se trezi,plangea,iar gandul ei era inca la ochii acelui baiat.S-a speriat de un simplu baiat?De ce? &amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;va urma...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Acesta este doar inceputul,desigur ca am continuat povestea.Am ajuns la punctul in care e acasa la ea cu prietenul ei si un alt cuplu,o seara de filme care se va incheia destul de dragut :).Deci astept pareri:).Am sa corectez partile care va par a fi gresite.Cometati,faceti cum vreti,e in regula:).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;si ce altceva sa mai zic...mie,acum imi este somn.Sora mea mai mare mi-a stricat somnul.vai...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6R8ivyjInA/S2HnT1TH5uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NxLkh3lxMQU/s1600-h/l_353c3f6429f14928ad3d7e23289e1ff2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6R8ivyjInA/S2HnT1TH5uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NxLkh3lxMQU/s320/l_353c3f6429f14928ad3d7e23289e1ff2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #d9d2e9; color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bun,deci aceasta va fi prima mea postare pe blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;şi nu e ceva interesant.Vreau doar să vad cum va apărea pe blog.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mâine voi scrie ceva mai mult.În general eu nu scriu mult pe site-uri.Deci sa nu te astepţi să găseşti ceva lung pe aici.Voi scrie cu timpul scurte poveşti.De asemenea fragmente dintr-o poveste pe care o scriu deja.Am să scriu şi...anumite întâmplări care mi s-au părut interesante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cred că am zis deja destul.Sunt nouă pe aici, şi îmi va lua ceva vreme să mă acomodez.Dar e in regulă...ce să mai zic: have a good night!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6434852826182978792-7370678097503727185?l=nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/feeds/7370678097503727185/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/2010/01/ceva-nou-pentru-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434852826182978792/posts/default/7370678097503727185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6434852826182978792/posts/default/7370678097503727185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nimic-nu-i-monoton.blogspot.com/2010/01/ceva-nou-pentru-mine.html' title='Ceva nou pentru mine...'/><author><name>Alexandra(sau Cookie)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00825109097582936510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c6R8ivyjInA/S2HnT1TH5uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NxLkh3lxMQU/s72-c/l_353c3f6429f14928ad3d7e23289e1ff2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
