<?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-1985504263148237187</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:45:25.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Si cui ii mai pasa ?</title><subtitle type='html'>It doesn't matter from where you come , it matters where you belong.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zambetcopilaresc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1985504263148237187/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zambetcopilaresc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Winter Dream :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04435171714932044459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LkZbXcUKTks/ShhQPC4ontI/AAAAAAAAAEY/h4pg9QTiUPs/S220/DSCI2274.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1985504263148237187.post-8541681191214126668</id><published>2009-12-07T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T11:09:04.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new start ^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hey guys. Stiu ca a trecut ceva timp de cand nu am mai postat nimic, dar pur si simplu am uitat de blog. Am uitat de blog, insa nu am uitat de lucrurile care ma framanta zi de zi. E destul de aiurea , dat fiind faptul ca sunt doar o adolescenta care nu ar trebui sa se framante cu lucruri mari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Realizez totusi cat de repede trece timpul. Timpul. Relativ si efemer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Trecator. Tic-tac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Totul trece, se pierde, se uita. Nimic nu ramane la fel cum era inainte si totul devine nou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Trecutul - de ce oare exercita asupra noastra o putere asa de mare ? Nu traim in prezent? Nu ar trebui sa tindem spre viitor ? De ce ne vine atat de greu sa ne desprindem de ce a fost?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Intrebari. Cateva din multele intrebari care ne rascolesc zilnic si ne fac sa ne gandim la ceea ce se intampla in jurul nostru. Ne nastem, crestem, ne traim viata, poate ne maturizam, dar in cele din urma, cu totii murim. Plecam de pe aceasta lume lasand in urma un cufar mare cu sentimente si experiente. Le raman celorlalti, celor care ne-au cunoscut si au avut o oarecare contribuinta in viata noastra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1985504263148237187-8541681191214126668?l=zambetcopilaresc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zambetcopilaresc.blogspot.com/feeds/8541681191214126668/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1985504263148237187&amp;postID=8541681191214126668' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1985504263148237187/posts/default/8541681191214126668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1985504263148237187/posts/default/8541681191214126668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zambetcopilaresc.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-start.html' title='new start ^^'/><author><name>Winter Dream :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04435171714932044459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LkZbXcUKTks/ShhQPC4ontI/AAAAAAAAAEY/h4pg9QTiUPs/S220/DSCI2274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1985504263148237187.post-4365930358165139442</id><published>2009-05-23T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T00:06:05.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School stuffs [2]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Plictiseala din nou.. S’a dus Deea dupa mancare si ceva de baut. O sa murim aici de plictiseala :-s .. Sper sa reusesc sa dau un raspuns pozitiv cuiva , sa descifrez nesiguranta dinauntrul meu, si sa realizez exact ce vreau , si cum v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;reau sa fie unele lucruri. M’as putea lasa condusa pur si simplu doar de ceea ce zice lumea ..dar nu pot . E greu… vreau sa fac lucrurile bin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LkZbXcUKTks/ShegM7Vl3ZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/lIgigkCDkos/s1600-h/%5E+EmO+PiC+%5E+%28114%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LkZbXcUKTks/ShegM7Vl3ZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/lIgigkCDkos/s320/%5E+EmO+PiC+%5E+%28114%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338912027218140562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;e, cum le vreau eu. Nu as vrea sa ranesc pe nimeni  , vreau sa iau decizia corecta.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;E o situatie care ma cam da peste cap , ma face sa ma simt atat de nesigura pe mine, pe ceea ce fac. Nu vreau sa hranesc sperante desarte ..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Vreau doar sa iau decizia corecta!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; In ultima perioada s’au intamplat atatea lucruri..  Nici nu ma asteptam sa se intample unele dintre ele.. Am reusit sa ating partial unul din visele mele ..de fapt. Chiar 2 din ele :D …facand o paranteza ..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;[ Ai reusit sa ma faci sa zambesc in unele clipe cum nimeni nu a facut’o vreodata. Ai reusit sa ma vrajesti cu privirea si cu zambetul tau ducandu’ma pe cele mai inalte culmi . Puteam atinge cerul cu tine, puteam sa fiu cea mai fericita fata ..Puteam sa fim doar noi doi, sa nu ne pese de nimic si de nimeni..sa nu intervina lumea . Dar… se pare ca toate acestea au fost niste iluzii . Au fost lucruri pe care doar eu le’am simtit si vazut. Tie nici macar ca nu ti’a pasat. Ai fost atat de indiferent . Dar crede’ma..ca acum nu imi mai pasa. Pur si simplu, ai plecat si nu ai mai privit inapoi. Nu ti’a pasat, acum nici mie nu imi mai pasa. Va veni o zi in  care tu vei incerca sa readuci la viata acea flacara cu care eu priveam lucrurile si atunci EU voi fi cea care va zice : Nu! Pleaca.. Si atunci cosmarul va fi al tau. Nu voi mai simti niciodata la fel .. ] &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;In fine .. nu am de gand acuma sa vorbesc , ma rog .. sa scriu , despre ce s’a intamplat in urma cu cateva saptamani, ma rog.. luni :D. Ah da.. si inca o chestie :-? .. Sper ca in finalu’ povestii asteia toata lumea sa fie impacata. Nu am de gand sa fac niciun compromis. Nu am sa schimb nimic, si am sa fiu doar EU! Cine ma place o face exact asa cum sunt.. [ recunosc ca ar fi nevoie de niste schimbari , si ca acum m’am contrazis. Si ce ?:) | ] . &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;In fine, oricum .. toate chestiile astea o sa treaca o data. Asta astept. Sa pot sa scap de nesiguranta si de teama asta. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Am sa le las toate in urma si am sa o iau de la inceput. O sa redevin cea de dinainte si asta mi’o promit  Eu mie , si celor care au fost alaturi de mine .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;[another thing.]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;csilla.k  &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/1985504263148237187-4365930358165139442?l=zambetcopilaresc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zambetcopilaresc.blogspot.com/feeds/4365930358165139442/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1985504263148237187&amp;postID=4365930358165139442' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1985504263148237187/posts/default/4365930358165139442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1985504263148237187/posts/default/4365930358165139442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zambetcopilaresc.blogspot.com/2009/05/school-stuffs-2.html' title='School stuffs [2]'/><author><name>Winter Dream :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04435171714932044459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LkZbXcUKTks/ShhQPC4ontI/AAAAAAAAAEY/h4pg9QTiUPs/S220/DSCI2274.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LkZbXcUKTks/ShegM7Vl3ZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/lIgigkCDkos/s72-c/%5E+EmO+PiC+%5E+%28114%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1985504263148237187.post-6738257375054121844</id><published>2009-05-22T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T00:02:13.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School stuffs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LkZbXcUKTks/Shefb9d3x-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/hkKYRr78uxw/s1600-h/GossipGirllayout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LkZbXcUKTks/Shefb9d3x-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/hkKYRr78uxw/s320/GossipGirllayout.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338911185976149986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Well , that’s enough.. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Pauza … plictiseala..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Cu Deea pe la poarta savurand cate un episod din Gossip Girl . Chuck Bass! Yummy..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Hot guy huh ? Definetly! L’am privit.. ne uitam la el, si eu si Deea.. cat poate fi de frumos. Desi in Gossip Girl are un rol destul de pervers ) , poate ca as accepta sa ma sarute o data. (sau poate de mai multe ori :D )&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Inca o zi in care afara’I soare si noi stam inchise in liceul asta, doar ca suntem de servici..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;In timpul asta as putea foarte bine sa stau la plaja , cu un pahar  plin cu gheatza si cu nectar de pere…Dar chestia asta o voi face peste 3 saptamani , pe o plaja din Grecia .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;A da.. si inca o chestie .. ma cam scoate din sarite faptul ca e o plictisealaaa.. Degeaba ne uitam la film si din alea.. monotonia aceea inca e tot aici …&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Ce bine ar merge acuma o baie la Apa :X sau undeva .. pfoaa..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;O plaja pierduta , pe`o insula [cu conducte :)))) ] , pierduti .. doar noi. O gasca. De vreo 10/15 insi .. Sa privim la albastrul infinit al cerului, sa ne bucuram de acea bucurie. Bucuria ca a venit in sfarsit vara! Acea vara pe care toata lumea a asteptat’o cu atata nerabdare.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Micile chestii,sau ..micile placeri ale vietii pot fi privite din mai multe puncte de vedere. Indiferent de persoana. Adica .. poti sa ai o groaza de bani si sa te pierzi in multimea de oameni, acea multime care nu se va opri niciodata din ceea ce face doar pentru a admira pe tine. Sau ma , ce faci.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;La fel, poti sa fi sarac..dar poti sa vezi viata exact asa cum e . Cu greutati, dar si cu bucurii..Poti inalta un zmeu, poti sa privesti curcubeul..Nu conteaza ceea ce faci , conteaza doar cum actionezi. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Visele sunt construite din multe baloane de sapun care pot fi sparte la prima reactie negativa a lumii.Pot fi sparte cu un scancet, cu o amaraciune. Dar, visele pot creste ,sau pot multiplica foarte usor. E chiar cel mai usor lucru pe care il poti face in viata. Sa visezi! Nu conteaza cum o faci, in timp ce dormi.. sau cat esti treaz… &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/1985504263148237187-6738257375054121844?l=zambetcopilaresc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zambetcopilaresc.blogspot.com/feeds/6738257375054121844/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1985504263148237187&amp;postID=6738257375054121844' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1985504263148237187/posts/default/6738257375054121844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1985504263148237187/posts/default/6738257375054121844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zambetcopilaresc.blogspot.com/2009/05/school-stuffs.html' title='School stuffs.'/><author><name>Winter Dream :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04435171714932044459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LkZbXcUKTks/ShhQPC4ontI/AAAAAAAAAEY/h4pg9QTiUPs/S220/DSCI2274.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LkZbXcUKTks/Shefb9d3x-I/AAAAAAAAAEI/hkKYRr78uxw/s72-c/GossipGirllayout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1985504263148237187.post-7804695304445855005</id><published>2009-05-22T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T00:37:26.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenire la normalitate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LkZbXcUKTks/ShZV7k0mhiI/AAAAAAAAAD4/fMtSmX-taYM/s1600-h/summer_by_hitokui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LkZbXcUKTks/ShZV7k0mhiI/AAAAAAAAAD4/fMtSmX-taYM/s320/summer_by_hitokui.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338548890279249442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Buna dimi .. :)&lt;br /&gt;Se pare ca a trecut ceva timp de cand nu am mai postat ceva, si asta pentru ca nu am avut timp. Si poate inspiratie.. Vara a venit, chiar daca e luna mai , si planurile incep sa curga.&lt;br /&gt;Peste exact 3 saptamani, voi fi in Grecia. Presimt ca voi avea parte de o excursie marfa. Plaja, clubbin' , hot guys , distractie la maxim, si toate acestea, in 10 zile. Super!&lt;br /&gt;Revenind.. Multi dintre noi inca nici nu au habar ce o sa faca vara asta. Unde o sa mearga ? Cu cine, ce o sa faca ...Da' eu am cateva obiective de indeplinit vacanta asta , si in timpul care a ramas pana la finele anului scolar .&lt;br /&gt;Cineva va plati amarnic pentru unele fapte comise , va plati cu lacrimi. E posibil sa redevin cea de dinainte. Cea zburdalnica si fara griji. Cea careia nu ii pasa cum ii sta parul , daca lumea o vorbeste de rau . Exact! Voi fi eu, cea dementa. Printre altele, sper sa ma angajez undeva vara asta .. Am nevoie de niste bani, pentru una alta. M'am cam saturat sa le cer alor mei  si in afara de asta , tre' sa invat sa fiu pe cont propriu. Sper sa ajung prin Cluj, Bacau si Timisoara vara asta.. plus ca i'am promis lu' Tomi ca ajung si in Resita . Da' .. sti cum e :) , bani sa ai , s'apoi poti face din toate cate putzin .&lt;br /&gt;Se pare ca in Grecia , trio'ul va fi complet :x :  vandana, stralucirea si mercedesa[:)))]  vor fi cele care vor face ca vara asta sa fie cea mai tru din toate verile de pana acuma .&lt;br /&gt;Soare, plaja, mareeeeeeeeeeeee ... de'abia astept!&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu exact, dar daca m'as pune sa citesc ce am scris mai sus o sa realizez ca nu am nici cap nici coada :)) .&lt;br /&gt;Bha :-? , s`apoi situatia asta sta in felu' urmator : tre' sa ii inapoiez azi bratzara lu' Teo , aia galbena [ are valoarea sentimentala pentru ea ] , ce bine ca azi scap de ore \:d/ [ de servici la poarta :-j ] , si .. vreau sa manaanc inghetataaa!&lt;br /&gt;mda.. si cik am intrat la dieta. nu o sa reusesc nici cum :)) .. nu am suficienta vointa :-? .. da' oricum, bine'a fi ... :-j :)).&lt;br /&gt;Momentan , ma opresc aci' . Am de facut una alta prin cas' ...&lt;br /&gt;E posibil sa mai postez ceva diseara. Depinde ..daca o sa am chef sau nu ..&lt;br /&gt;[ peace! ] :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1985504263148237187-7804695304445855005?l=zambetcopilaresc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zambetcopilaresc.blogspot.com/feeds/7804695304445855005/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1985504263148237187&amp;postID=7804695304445855005' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1985504263148237187/posts/default/7804695304445855005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1985504263148237187/posts/default/7804695304445855005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zambetcopilaresc.blogspot.com/2009/05/revenire-la-normalitate.html' title='Revenire la normalitate'/><author><name>Winter Dream :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04435171714932044459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LkZbXcUKTks/ShhQPC4ontI/AAAAAAAAAEY/h4pg9QTiUPs/S220/DSCI2274.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LkZbXcUKTks/ShZV7k0mhiI/AAAAAAAAAD4/fMtSmX-taYM/s72-c/summer_by_hitokui.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1985504263148237187.post-1908878179630244991</id><published>2009-01-08T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T10:51:11.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>21.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LkZbXcUKTks/SWZLDQANCUI/AAAAAAAAADA/7jKOlx3_uwY/s1600-h/melc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288997331600738626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LkZbXcUKTks/SWZLDQANCUI/AAAAAAAAADA/7jKOlx3_uwY/s320/melc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deci..&lt;br /&gt;Ce plictiseala e.&lt;br /&gt;In sfarsit mi'am revenit cat de cat..adica , nu prea ma mai preocupa faptul ca's singura..e si liceul..si nu mai imi bat capul.&lt;br /&gt;Azi la ora de romana, povesteam cu profa..de ticurile nervoase si chestiile alea, si ii spuneam ca eu cand ma plictisesc, ma leagan. Imi spune, "ceva ce nu putea sa imi spuna de fata cu toata clasa" ...ca fac chestia asta deoarece ma leaga de copilarie si poate am lipsa de afectiune.&lt;br /&gt;Oare?&lt;br /&gt;probabil.&lt;br /&gt;Imi doresc atat de mult ca anul asta care a venit sa imi aduca lucruri mai bune si impliniri mai multe decat esecuri.&lt;br /&gt;vreau sa reusesc sa fiu acolo sus si sa las la o parte toate prostiile.&lt;br /&gt;si da! vreau un aparat foto al meu. si numai al meu .&lt;br /&gt;vreau sa imi redecorez camera. da . din nou! :))&lt;br /&gt;uhm..am mai multe planuri. si CLAR, trebuie sa ii conving pe ai mei, ca am nevoie de un calculator nou..&lt;br /&gt;Ca saracu' , lucreaza mai greu ca si un melc. Anyway, sunt multumita ca merge si asta. decat altii...care nu au deloc.&lt;br /&gt;Liceul a inceput, vacanta e gata si zapada tot nu este cata vreau. vreau saniuuus si "cetate".&lt;br /&gt;mi'e dor de acele zile.&lt;br /&gt;as profita intr'un fel ca sunt singura, adica..no boyfriend, sa dau o raita p aleile din parc ascultand A Fine Frenzy.&lt;br /&gt;si daca se poate sa am cu mine si agenda si un pix.&lt;br /&gt;si o paturica , sa pun p banca..(sunt reci si nu vreau sa racesc din nou)&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca de fiecare data cand ma duc in parc si ma plimb pe aleile luminate de felinare , sau de slabuta lumina a soarelui, imi place sa scriu. despre mine, despre natura.&lt;br /&gt;despre multe lucruri.&lt;br /&gt;si pot si sa lucrez in pace..am frau liber la orice fraza..fara sa ma opreasca mama , ( cu "fetito, ai si altceva de facut nu numai sa tot compui!" ) sau sa ma preocupe altceva.&lt;br /&gt;e asa de bine.&lt;br /&gt;si mai vreau ceva. vreau..sa pot realiza ceea ce imi doresc de mult.&lt;br /&gt;sa scot o carte a gandurilor.&lt;br /&gt;si sa aiba 100 de file macar .&lt;br /&gt;si sa ma simt mandra de mine! ca DA! eu am scris cartea.&lt;br /&gt;ei pana atunci, mai este putin.&lt;br /&gt;Mi'e putin foame . ( e ora 21.43 ) ma duc sa mananc . ma intorc imediat&lt;br /&gt;back. a..cartofii prajiti( incalziti la microunde) cu ketchup si cu branza telemea sunt excelenti.&lt;br /&gt;termin de mancat si ma bag in pat..poate gasesc cv film la tv.&lt;br /&gt;e 21.51 si e un frig de ingheata tot afara.&lt;br /&gt;noapte buna!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1985504263148237187-1908878179630244991?l=zambetcopilaresc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zambetcopilaresc.blogspot.com/feeds/1908878179630244991/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1985504263148237187&amp;postID=1908878179630244991' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1985504263148237187/posts/default/1908878179630244991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1985504263148237187/posts/default/1908878179630244991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zambetcopilaresc.blogspot.com/2009/01/210.html' title='21.0'/><author><name>Winter Dream :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04435171714932044459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LkZbXcUKTks/ShhQPC4ontI/AAAAAAAAAEY/h4pg9QTiUPs/S220/DSCI2274.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LkZbXcUKTks/SWZLDQANCUI/AAAAAAAAADA/7jKOlx3_uwY/s72-c/melc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1985504263148237187.post-7478960933533901856</id><published>2008-12-20T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T12:54:50.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ploaia tarzie de decembrie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;  A plouat din nou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;si mi'am amintit de tine...&lt;br /&gt;Retraiesc in sufletul meu fiecare parte din acea zi ploioasa petrecuta impreuna. Bratele tale ma tineau strans in brate, protejandu'ma de tot ce e rau. Cel putin asa simteam eu. Imi doream sa nu ma mai trezesc din acel vis. Sa te am mereu langa mine. Sa iti simt bataile inimii , sa ma saruti cu pasiune, sa fiu cea care trezeste in tine sentimente nastrusnice. Imi do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ream atat de mult sa fiu fericita . Sa nu mai fiu nevoita sa trec prin acelasi chin din nou. Imi doream sa nu te pierd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LkZbXcUKTks/SU1bUvigfeI/AAAAAAAAACQ/IgTMfiIb46I/s1600-h/For_Dashenka_by_zeldis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 387px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LkZbXcUKTks/SU1bUvigfeI/AAAAAAAAACQ/IgTMfiIb46I/s320/For_Dashenka_by_zeldis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281978349892173282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Vreau ..ce vreau? Nici eu nu mai stiu.&lt;br /&gt;Imi doresc atat de mult sa fiu fericita cu adevarat. Sa nu mi se mai naruie brusc visele. Sa am ceva cu adevarat... Si credeam ca te'am pierdut.Dar nu poti pierde ceva ce nu ai avut cu adevarat.&lt;br /&gt;Esti bucatica lipsa din mine. Esti acea bucata care m'ar face sa ma simt implinita cu adevarat.&lt;br /&gt;Uite vezi? Din nou aberez..&lt;br /&gt;Si e doar vina ta.&lt;br /&gt;Vina ochilor tai. Acei ochi care reuseau de fiecare data sa imi dezgoleasca sufletul fara sa mai fie nevoie de cuvinte.&lt;br /&gt;E doar vina ta. E vina ta ca m'ai tinut in brate , ca m'ai alintat si te'ai jucat cu parul meu.&lt;br /&gt;Imi lipsesti. Imi lipseste atingerea ta suava. Imi lipseste acea calda imbratisare , acele saruturi..&lt;br /&gt;Te vei intoarce? Vei privi inapoi oare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1985504263148237187-7478960933533901856?l=zambetcopilaresc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zambetcopilaresc.blogspot.com/feeds/7478960933533901856/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1985504263148237187&amp;postID=7478960933533901856' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1985504263148237187/posts/default/7478960933533901856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1985504263148237187/posts/default/7478960933533901856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zambetcopilaresc.blogspot.com/2008/12/ploaia-tarzie-de-decembrie.html' title='Ploaia tarzie de decembrie.'/><author><name>Winter Dream :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04435171714932044459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LkZbXcUKTks/ShhQPC4ontI/AAAAAAAAAEY/h4pg9QTiUPs/S220/DSCI2274.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LkZbXcUKTks/SU1bUvigfeI/AAAAAAAAACQ/IgTMfiIb46I/s72-c/For_Dashenka_by_zeldis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1985504263148237187.post-1942359437914310637</id><published>2008-12-19T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T10:04:45.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LkZbXcUKTks/SUvhxu_yRoI/AAAAAAAAACI/gzbzXxFIcY0/s1600-h/XoX+%2824%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LkZbXcUKTks/SUvhxu_yRoI/AAAAAAAAACI/gzbzXxFIcY0/s320/XoX+%2824%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281563232567445122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Pare atat de straniu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Ma uit in oglinda si nu ma mai recunosc. Am devenit peste noapte ceva ce nu am vrut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Am crescut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Vine Craciunul, si parca nu simt la fel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Cand eram mai mica, asteptam cu o nerabdare arzatoare sosirea Cracinului.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Parca nu mai e la fel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mi'e tot una.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Acum oamenilor nu le mai pasa, ei vor doar sa manance si sa bea. Si sa cheltuie bani.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mai demult, cu vreo cativa ani in urma, era parca mai diferit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Simteai intr'adevar ca Sarbatoarea Nasterii Domnului se apropie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Cozonacul bunicii, mirosul de scortisoara , colinzile... ulitele si strazile ninse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Asteptam sosirea lui Mos Craciun. Ii faceam si scrisoare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Era atat de frumos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Priveam pe fereastra , iar fulgii mari de zapada cadeau fara oprire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Centrul Nou al orasului era asa de fain impodobit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Aveam Oraselul Copiilor ...si autobuzul lui Mos Craciun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Vai, ce momente frumoase..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Imi face atata placere sa imi amintesc cum era ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Imi doresc sa fiu iar copil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Sa stau afara si sa ma joc fara sa imi pese cat e frig, cum imi sta parul  sau cat de murdari imi sunt bocancii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Sa alerg prin zapada si sa fac fel si fel de nazbatii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Sa imi inghete varfurile parului de la frig si de la zapada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Sa ma traga tati cu saniuta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Sa fiu din nou copil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Atat de multe dorinte ar fi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Craciunul se apropie. Sper ca macar unii dintre noi sa simta spiritul Craciunului.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Sarbatori frumoase si un An Nou plin de bucurie tuturor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&gt;:D&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1985504263148237187-1942359437914310637?l=zambetcopilaresc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zambetcopilaresc.blogspot.com/feeds/1942359437914310637/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1985504263148237187&amp;postID=1942359437914310637' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1985504263148237187/posts/default/1942359437914310637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1985504263148237187/posts/default/1942359437914310637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zambetcopilaresc.blogspot.com/2008/12/pare-atat-de-straniu.html' title=''/><author><name>Winter Dream :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04435171714932044459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LkZbXcUKTks/ShhQPC4ontI/AAAAAAAAAEY/h4pg9QTiUPs/S220/DSCI2274.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LkZbXcUKTks/SUvhxu_yRoI/AAAAAAAAACI/gzbzXxFIcY0/s72-c/XoX+%2824%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1985504263148237187.post-9144778001480126208</id><published>2008-10-13T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T12:31:45.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ora de psiho.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LkZbXcUKTks/SPOiA62fAsI/AAAAAAAAABc/FI5v5RlTphM/s1600-h/PicZ+%28122%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LkZbXcUKTks/SPOiA62fAsI/AAAAAAAAABc/FI5v5RlTphM/s320/PicZ+%28122%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256723326752981698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;soneria se aude. ora incepe. eu...cam schioapa ajung la ora ,desi cu intarziere , imi cer scuze si iau loc.se pare ca socky are chef de glume si de data asta, si rade impreuna cu toata clasa de cazatura mea zdravana ;))&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;toate bune si frumoase, stabilim anumite reguli la ora, si totul decurge ok . andrei doreste sa citeasca jurnalul orei .cere permisiune si citeste ...in timpul aceasta, unii din colegi comenteaza " iar incepe Han cu teatru`?"sau chestii in genu' :-s  , iar andrei isi asuma raspunderea pt faptul k a deviat de la subiect :).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;paul si socky comenteaza ,nu mai stiu ce au zis, dar cert e faptul k era vb de andrei :)) [saracu` :|] ..profa ii cearta, dar cu un ton amical :P.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ora continua . mi`a placut faptul ca am discutat despre constient, subconstient si restu` ,dar in special faptul ca am reusit sa inteleg lectia datorita exemplelor date de colegi si dna profesoara :&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; continuam lectia, dar cu un capitol nou.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;pixul pipait de doamna profesoara, practic cobaiul, a starnit anumite rasete in cadrul celor 2 banci din ultimul rand.. nu pot mentiona de ce :-" :)). a fost pur si simplu :| :)).si uite asa ,dupa ce am aflat k majoritatea din clasa au simtul kinestezic si nu mai stiu` care simtz, cel mai bine dezvoltat..aud soneria.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;iese doamna profesoara.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;...si eu, de desteapta ce sunt ,cand sa ies din banc ma lovesc.cu ce? bineinteles ca la piciorul deja lovit. genunchele umed de sange.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;punct* [ scze :)) nu ma pot abtine sa nu rad. acel pix =))) :"&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/1985504263148237187-9144778001480126208?l=zambetcopilaresc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zambetcopilaresc.blogspot.com/feeds/9144778001480126208/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1985504263148237187&amp;postID=9144778001480126208' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1985504263148237187/posts/default/9144778001480126208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1985504263148237187/posts/default/9144778001480126208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zambetcopilaresc.blogspot.com/2008/10/ora-de-psiho.html' title='Ora de psiho.'/><author><name>Winter Dream :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04435171714932044459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LkZbXcUKTks/ShhQPC4ontI/AAAAAAAAAEY/h4pg9QTiUPs/S220/DSCI2274.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LkZbXcUKTks/SPOiA62fAsI/AAAAAAAAABc/FI5v5RlTphM/s72-c/PicZ+%28122%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1985504263148237187.post-2690831490690977610</id><published>2008-10-13T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T12:17:41.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;uhm..vreau sa imi cer scuze ;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;stiu k nu am postat nimica de mult timp..dar nu am avut nici timp , si nici chef :"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ei, sper k d`acum sa pot adauga mai multe kestii p`aici :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1985504263148237187-2690831490690977610?l=zambetcopilaresc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zambetcopilaresc.blogspot.com/feeds/2690831490690977610/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1985504263148237187&amp;postID=2690831490690977610' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1985504263148237187/posts/default/2690831490690977610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1985504263148237187/posts/default/2690831490690977610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zambetcopilaresc.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Winter Dream :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04435171714932044459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LkZbXcUKTks/ShhQPC4ontI/AAAAAAAAAEY/h4pg9QTiUPs/S220/DSCI2274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1985504263148237187.post-8586358869242690739</id><published>2008-05-24T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T12:54:37.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>doar dorinte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;pur si simplu nu mai are rost..de ce sa mai sufar? intrebarea e de ce traiesc?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;am gresit inca din primul moment al vietii mele, asa ca nu are rost sa ma mai chinui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;oare cum e moartea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;e mai simpla.fara complicatii , fara kestii aiurea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;si totusi, pe el inca il iubesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;pe voi, mizerabililor, cei care ma faceti sa sufar, nu va urasc. imi sunteti doar antipatici.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;de unde atatea probleme? cu ce gresesc? ah, sunt eu insumi o greseala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Doamne, nu trebuia sa imi dai mie viata. Sunt altii care sufera, si isi doresc din rasputeri sa traiasca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Insa eu, vreau doar sa fie mai usor totul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Ii iubesc, desi sunt egoista. Le gresesc de multe ori, si mai gresesc si ei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Dar imi sunt parinti. Ii iubesc la infinit. Imi iubesc si surorile, dar am si eu nevoie de atentie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Si sunt egoista. De ce ma gandesc numai la mine? Nu ar fi mai bine daca nu mi-ar pasa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Am probleme? Probabil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Vreau sa  iubesc si sa fiu iubita. Am nevoie de voi alaturi de mine. Dar de ce toate astea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Mii de intrebari fara raspuns. Eu gresesc. Mereu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Am nevoie de ceva simplu. moartea...nu e o solutie potrivita, desi in acest moment, tot ce vreau e doar sa scap de toate relele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;si sa imi tin lacrimile in mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;ma doare. enorm de mult. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;cu ce sunt de vina?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;vreau doar o viata normala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;i-am ranit.si i-am ranit prea tare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;e mama mea. si o doare. de ce sunt asa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;cum pot fi atat de rea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;ma doare si pe mine, dar parca nu simt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;vreau doar o viata in care unele vise se indeplinesc .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;:(.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;nu mai vreau lacrimi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;nici macar una.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;mi-e dor si de tine Andreea. acum am nevoie ca orikand de tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;mi-e dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;si ma doare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;plang. dar totusi...nu stiu ce simt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;e o chestie aiurea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;de ce trebuie sa ma cert cu ei, tocmai cu ei..cei care sunt parintii mei?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;renunt la tot. e o batalie prea puternica, si razboiul devine tot mai greu de purtat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;adio vise, adio suflet de copil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;maturitatea e in prag. nu vreau sa o las sa paseasca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;dar totul ma face sa cad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;e prea dur si rece .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;nu mai suport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;am nevoie doar de un singur lucru. o viata fericita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;vreau sa plec. undeva. singura. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;sa dorm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;sa fiu linistita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;fara telefon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;fara calculator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;fara prieteni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;n-am nevoie de tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;n-am nevoie de nimeni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;acolo unde as vrea sa plec nu am nevoie nici de mancare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;vreau..doar sa nu mai sufar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;vreau ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;doar o alta viata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;nu e de vina nimeni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;nici macar parintii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;nu sunt de vina prietenii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;sunt de vina eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;ma schimb. de ce?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;e prea dificil in jungla vietii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;am nevoie doar de linishte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;daca plec... am nevoie doar de Tao. si de pernuta mea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;de un buchet de lalele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;si o rochie roz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;nijte papucei albi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;si par lung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;am nevoie de liniste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;e prea mult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;nu mai suport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;imi va fi dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;de multi si multe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;de tine. si de noi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;de ea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;si de cealalta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;de fosta blonda, actuala bruneta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;de el. cel inalt cu glume. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;de cel inalt cu mustata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;si de cea care mi-e mama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;de sor.mea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;cea mare si mica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;de toti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;dar daca plec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;va fi mai bine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;pentru mine si pentru toti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;nu vor mai fi lacrimi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;si nici durere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;daca plec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;nu vreau lacrimi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;vreau doar un soare cald si fericire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;bucurie ca ati scapat de cea care v-a fost o povara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;pare un mesaj de adio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;dar nu e.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;nu vreau sa mor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;vreau doar o alta viata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;intr-o noua calatorie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;atat. si nimic mai mult. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1985504263148237187-8586358869242690739?l=zambetcopilaresc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zambetcopilaresc.blogspot.com/feeds/8586358869242690739/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LkZbXcUKTks/ShhQPC4ontI/AAAAAAAAAEY/h4pg9QTiUPs/S220/DSCI2274.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1985504263148237187.post-5749281672981417444</id><published>2008-05-06T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T11:15:40.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LkZbXcUKTks/SCCd1JbhXdI/AAAAAAAAABE/vbZtaQyRNAc/s1600-h/You__re_cute_when_you_scream_by_333bracket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LkZbXcUKTks/SCCd1JbhXdI/AAAAAAAAABE/vbZtaQyRNAc/s200/You__re_cute_when_you_scream_by_333bracket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197327506375531986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mi'e lene. Mi'e pur si simplu lene.  Plictiseala. As tipa :x. Sau...as alerga pe plaja uda intr'o noapte instelata. Dar mi'e lene :d&lt;br /&gt; Oare..cum ar fi sa doara lenea ? :) ..cata lume ar tipa..&lt;br /&gt; ;))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1985504263148237187-5749281672981417444?l=zambetcopilaresc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zambetcopilaresc.blogspot.com/feeds/5749281672981417444/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1985504263148237187&amp;postID=5749281672981417444' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1985504263148237187/posts/default/5749281672981417444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1985504263148237187/posts/default/5749281672981417444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zambetcopilaresc.blogspot.com/2008/05/mie-lene.html' title=''/><author><name>Winter Dream :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04435171714932044459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LkZbXcUKTks/ShhQPC4ontI/AAAAAAAAAEY/h4pg9QTiUPs/S220/DSCI2274.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LkZbXcUKTks/SCCd1JbhXdI/AAAAAAAAABE/vbZtaQyRNAc/s72-c/You__re_cute_when_you_scream_by_333bracket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1985504263148237187.post-5286611770276756085</id><published>2008-05-04T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T09:47:04.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Me In - Kutless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LkZbXcUKTks/SB4QXJbhXbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/SZl8CA3VOzw/s1600-h/spring_time_by__sylph_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LkZbXcUKTks/SB4QXJbhXbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/SZl8CA3VOzw/s200/spring_time_by__sylph_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196609009886518706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;" id="lyrics"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Take me past the outer courts&lt;br /&gt;Into the Holy place&lt;br /&gt;Past the  brazen altar&lt;br /&gt;Lord I want to see Your face&lt;br /&gt;Pass me by the crowds of  people&lt;br /&gt;The priests who sing Your praise&lt;br /&gt;I hunger and thirst for Your  righteousness&lt;br /&gt;But it's only found one place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me in to the Holy of  Holies&lt;br /&gt;Take me in by the blood of the Lamb&lt;br /&gt;Take me in to the Holy of  Holies&lt;br /&gt;Take the coal, touch my lips, here I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me past the outer  courts&lt;br /&gt;Into the Holy place&lt;br /&gt;Past the brazen altar&lt;br /&gt;Lord I want to see  Your face&lt;br /&gt;Pass me by the crowds of people&lt;br /&gt;The priests who sing Your  praise&lt;br /&gt;I hunger and thirst for Your righteousness&lt;br /&gt;But it's only found one  place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me past the outer courts&lt;br /&gt;Into the Holy place&lt;br /&gt;Past the  brazen altar&lt;br /&gt;Lord I want to see Your face&lt;br /&gt;Pass me by the crowds of  people&lt;br /&gt;The priests who sing Your praise&lt;br /&gt;I hunger and thirst for Your  righteousness&lt;br /&gt;But it's only found one place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me in to the Holy of  Holies&lt;br /&gt;Take me in by the blood of the Lamb&lt;br /&gt;Take me in to the Holy of  Holies&lt;br /&gt;Take the coal, touch my lips, here I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me in to the Holy  of Holies&lt;br /&gt;Take me in by the blood of the Lamb&lt;br /&gt;Take me in to the Holy of  Holies&lt;br /&gt;Take the coal, touch my lips, here I am&lt;br /&gt;Take the coal, touch my  lips, here I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lavinnia, mersi de piesa &gt;:D&lt; ] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1985504263148237187-5286611770276756085?l=zambetcopilaresc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zambetcopilaresc.blogspot.com/feeds/5286611770276756085/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1985504263148237187&amp;postID=5286611770276756085' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1985504263148237187/posts/default/5286611770276756085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1985504263148237187/posts/default/5286611770276756085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zambetcopilaresc.blogspot.com/2008/05/take-me-in-kutless.html' title='Take Me In - Kutless'/><author><name>Winter Dream :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04435171714932044459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LkZbXcUKTks/ShhQPC4ontI/AAAAAAAAAEY/h4pg9QTiUPs/S220/DSCI2274.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LkZbXcUKTks/SB4QXJbhXbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/SZl8CA3VOzw/s72-c/spring_time_by__sylph_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1985504263148237187.post-3079586590389974416</id><published>2008-04-21T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T11:54:20.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LkZbXcUKTks/SAzhTE2ijXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/V3Zrvbabl10/s1600-h/ginagroupclose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LkZbXcUKTks/SAzhTE2ijXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/V3Zrvbabl10/s320/ginagroupclose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191772188287602034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despre mine?&lt;br /&gt; Mda, totusi cine sunt. Sunt o fata. O fata cu ochi caprui si par saten careia ii place sa se bucure de viata. Si imi mai place sa stau cu prietenii.Ador marea, muzica si natura. Deseori desenez fara sa am un anumit reper, sau fara sa stiu ce voi desena. Alteori, dansez. Dansez in voia muzicii, sau fara muzica. E destul sa aud doar muzica sferelor sa pot dansa.&lt;br /&gt;Imi mai place ciocolata, o ador pur si simplu.Culorile calde, ceaiul, soarele si cerul ma incanta. Multa lume spune ca sunt o persoana ciudata, care are prea multe cerinte de la viata , sau care nu stie incontro se indreapta.Pur si simplu sunt si eu o persoana pe acest Pamant care are un rost.&lt;br /&gt;Ce mai pot spune despre mine oare?&lt;br /&gt;Imi place sa imi cumpar articole de imbracaminte si accesorii [ k orice fata ;))], dar mama spune k exagerez. Sunt o fata careia ii place lb franceza si lb spaniola. Probabil, tu cel care citesti acum te intrebi de ce am scris toate lucrurile acestea.Le'am scris tocmai ca sa sti ce fel de persoana sunt.&lt;br /&gt;Oricum , sunt atat de multe si totusi nimic de spus despre mine.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt o fiinta umana, la fel ca si tine, doar ca ...sunt diferita .&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1985504263148237187-3079586590389974416?l=zambetcopilaresc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zambetcopilaresc.blogspot.com/feeds/3079586590389974416/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1985504263148237187&amp;postID=3079586590389974416' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1985504263148237187/posts/default/3079586590389974416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1985504263148237187/posts/default/3079586590389974416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zambetcopilaresc.blogspot.com/2008/04/despre-mine-mda-totusi-cine-sunt.html' title=''/><author><name>Winter Dream :)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04435171714932044459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LkZbXcUKTks/ShhQPC4ontI/AAAAAAAAAEY/h4pg9QTiUPs/S220/DSCI2274.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LkZbXcUKTks/SAzhTE2ijXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/V3Zrvbabl10/s72-c/ginagroupclose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
