<?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-1193610155017537547</id><updated>2012-01-17T06:32:36.101+12:00</updated><category term='pics'/><category term='story'/><category term='daily quote'/><title type='text'>Copil cazut-n cap</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>255</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-6346060096222386262</id><published>2012-01-17T06:32:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T06:32:36.110+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Daca dragosteadoare, sexu' dezamageste!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ea:-Ia-ma-n brate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;El:-As vrea, dar acum nu se poate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ea:-….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;El:-Ce?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ea:-Nu mai pot astepta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;El:-Trebuie..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ea:-Trebuie sa-mi cumpar un vibrator&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;El:-Inteleapta decizie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ea:-Si daca mi-as lua un vibrator, ai fi de accord?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;El- Nu m-ar deranja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ea-Dar nu-mi tine de cald si nici nu ma-mbratiseaza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;EL-Dar te satisface&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ea-Pe moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;El-La fel si cu sexu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ea-Dar tu ma tii in brate, ma atingi, it not all about getting in, getting off, getting out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;El-Tocmai. Un vibrator nu termina…esti in siguranta, departe de cercul vicios pe care-l eviti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ea-Stii bine la ce ma refer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;El-Intotdeauna stiu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ea:-O fata are nevoi.M-am trezit c-un chef nebun sa…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;El:-Asa te trezesti in fiecare dimineata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ea:-Si azi cine-o sa ma scarpine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;El:-Tu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ea:-Singura?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;El:-Da&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ea:-Nu e la fel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;El:-Atunci asteapta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ea:-Sa ce?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;El:-Sa fie pranz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ea:-Yeah.thanks. you kow we could try the phone thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;El:-[razand[ Dar nu vrei si pe skype? Sex on-line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ea:-De ce nu? Oricum e mai palpitant la telefon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;……………………………………………….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;El:-Cu ce esti imbracata?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ea:-Ce-ai vrea sa port?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;El:-Stii c-ai stricat momentu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ea:-Stiu.incercam maine dimineata.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-6346060096222386262?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/6346060096222386262/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=6346060096222386262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/6346060096222386262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/6346060096222386262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2012/01/daca-dragosteadoare-sexu-dezamageste.html' title='Daca dragosteadoare, sexu&apos; dezamageste!'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-4683410289682844103</id><published>2012-01-07T09:31:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T09:36:02.729+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Care este farmecul unei relatii dar nu te poti bucura in totalitate de ea?</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ce rost mai are sa te limitezi la o singura femeie cand poti avea mai multe? Nu cunosc pe nimeni care sa se increada intr-o femeie frumoasa.Nu cunosc pe nimeni care sa reziste unei astfel de femei. Barbatii o vor in pat, femeile o vor afara din patul iubitilor si sotilor.. Barbatii o admira, femeile o dispretuiesc. Ei stiu ca vor fi raniti, indiferent de mijloace si de situatie. Asadar, barbatii, o parasesc in timp util, iar femeile o privesc &amp;nbsp;cu ura.&amp;nbsp;Intotdeauna, acolo undeva , va fi o alta femeie cu un aspect mult mai placut si ingrijit &amp;nbsp;decat ultima femeie &amp;nbsp;frumoasa cu care ai umblat. Nu cunosc nicio femeie pe care n-as fi dispus sa o parasesc. Nicio femeie in afara de mama si sora mea. Restul femeilor imi sunt &amp;nbsp;nenecesare. Nu este femeie, oricat de frumoasa, puternica sau inteligenta , care sa ma lase fara suflare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Nu sunt misogin. Iubesc femeile. Chiar le iubesc. Pe toate la un loc si pe fiecare-n parte. Fara femei , noi barbatii, nu am avea rost. Le iubesc pentru o perioada scurta de timp, le fac sa zambeasca ,sa urle de placere,sa tremure de emotie de fiecare data cand luam micul-dejun in oras si sa-mi duca dorul. Doar atat.. Dar m-as putea lipsi de orice femeie, atata timp cat o alta o inlocuieste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Nu sunt cinic. Nu ma judecati dupa aparente. Dar daca, va ganditi profund, veti realiza ca am dreptate. Femeile sunt produse pentru consumul zilnic al barbatilor. La fel cum eticheta vinde hainele, ambalajul vinde produsele de orice fel, aspectul exterior vinde femeia. O alegem pe cea care iese in evidenta prin trupul cu care a fost inzestrata. Dar, la fel ca in cazul celorlalte produse, intotdeauna apare ceva mai bun pe piata.Voi, femeilor, sa nu ma intelegeti gresit. Nu va compar cu o bucata de carne. Nu, in niciun caz. . Eu va respect! Toate cele care au trecut prin patul meu stiu cat &amp;nbsp;de mult va respect si va apreciez. Meritati mult mai mult. Noi suntem niste magari, dar e vina voastra. Voi ne obisnuiti asa. Si noua ne place. Va rasfatam, va admiram , va iubim si apoi va parasim.Totul fara vreun regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Nu sunt las. Recunosc cu tarie ca va ador. Pe toate.Pe unele va cunosc, pe altele nu, dar eu iubesc toate femeile frumoase.Crudul adevar este ca unui barbat ii este permis sa imbatraneasca, eventual sa fie si urat, insa o femeie urata sau batrana in societatea noastra este asemeni produselor expirate sau a hainelor din colectiile trecute . Un barbat la costum si cu bani-n buzunar este cineva. &amp;nbsp;O femeie la costum si cu portofelul plin este o , scuzati-mi expresia, alta tarfa care s-a culcat cu seful ei. Nu e vina mea. Este &lt;u&gt;societatea in care traim cea care ne educa simturile si gusturile.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/1193610155017537547-4683410289682844103?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/4683410289682844103/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=4683410289682844103&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/4683410289682844103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/4683410289682844103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2012/01/care-este-farmecul-unei-relatii-dar-nu.html' title='Care este farmecul unei relatii dar nu te poti bucura in totalitate de ea?'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-8823129937663363150</id><published>2012-01-06T09:23:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T09:26:27.189+12:00</updated><title type='text'>La multi ani, Tatiana!!!</title><content type='html'>Sa ai parte de tot ce-ti doresti!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6PTMqx8asD4/Twdm9gDL0bI/AAAAAAAABjA/rgAn945zY6I/s1600/5+ianuarie+2012-+compleano+di+tania+138.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6PTMqx8asD4/Twdm9gDL0bI/AAAAAAAABjA/rgAn945zY6I/s320/5+ianuarie+2012-+compleano+di+tania+138.jpg" width="320" /&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/1193610155017537547-8823129937663363150?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/8823129937663363150/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=8823129937663363150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/8823129937663363150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/8823129937663363150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2012/01/la-multi-ani-tatiana.html' title='La multi ani, Tatiana!!!'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6PTMqx8asD4/Twdm9gDL0bI/AAAAAAAABjA/rgAn945zY6I/s72-c/5+ianuarie+2012-+compleano+di+tania+138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-6550270518424135718</id><published>2011-12-31T22:10:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T09:39:00.283+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Cu dragoste , pentru Andreea C.   E un inceput!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;E o placere sadica in al vedea pe cel pe care-l iubesti ca sufera. Sa simti ca-si da sufletul incercand sa-ti faca mofturile tale de domnisoara alintata. Asa mi-a placut intotdeauna. Am fost rasfatata inca de mica. Mi s-a cuvenit tot ce era mai bun. Si am crescut crezand asta. Insa, niciodata nu mi-am cumparat pantofi sa calc in picioare sentimentele cuiva, poate doar ultima farama de orgoliu pe care mima ca o mai are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mi-a placut cu disperare sa-ti iau &amp;nbsp;ingamfarea si infatuarea de care dadeai dovada. Mi-a placut sa vad ca te chinui si te chinui sa ma impaci. Pentru ca e atat de dulce impacarea si ma face sa ma simt implinita, importanta, si in final,simt ca merit atentia ta. Macar in acele momentele stiu ca te concentrezi asupra mea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ma iubesti dezinteresat. Si stiu asta, Dar pe toate inaintea mea le-ai iubit. Pe fiecare cum a meritat. Pe mine cel mai mult. Eu merit ce-i mai bun, incepand de la ultima bucatica de ciocolata , care trebuie sa fie mereu a&amp;nbsp; mea, pana la ultima firimitura de atentie de care dai doavada in cele 15 minute de maxima concentrare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;E un sentiment placut. Si creeaza dependenta. Atunci cand ai inceput sa-l experimentezi n-ai stiut ca vei fi supus acelei stari de bine. Si daca la un moment dat ai vrut sa te opresti n-ai putut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Subtila? Deloc! Iubesc incapatanarea ta. Ma face sa simt cum imi curge sangele prin vene, dar vreau sa fie iar ca mine. Pentru ultima data. Pe anu asta!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-6550270518424135718?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/6550270518424135718/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=6550270518424135718&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/6550270518424135718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/6550270518424135718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2011/12/cu-dragoste-pentru-andreea-c-e-un.html' title='Cu dragoste , pentru Andreea C.   E un inceput!!!'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-6559935359934681147</id><published>2011-12-14T10:37:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T10:37:01.658+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Au, au, au, au! Auu, n-auzi, aauu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nu e prima pe care o iubesti. Nu va fi nici ultima. Stii si simti c-o vei iubi o perioada nedefinita de timp. Apoi va fi doar o alta pe &amp;nbsp;lista lunga de cuceriri. Pacat ca nu vei simti niciodata c-a fost o victorie dreapta. Te vei simti infrant, strapuns, rupt de durere cand ea, usor iti va sopti “la revedere, dragul meu” si va pleca cu inima ta intr-o punga de cadouri.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sa profiti! De ea! Azi, ai voie! Poate si maine; apoi...apoi indreapta-te pe calea ta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;S-o iubesti frumos in fiecare noapte!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sa-i zambeste-i bland de fiecare data cand greseste!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;S-o inveti sa-ti simta lipsa. Sa o privesti provocator de fiecare data cand vrea sa va certati!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;S-o adori cand vorbeste mult, dar si cand tace!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;S-o dezbraci, sa o &amp;nbsp;imbraci si apoi sa o dezbraci!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sa n-o uiti nicio clipa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sa o vrei mai mult si mai mult in fiecare zi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sa te doara mai tare si mai adanc cu fiecare secunda cand nu e langa tine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Iubeste-o incet, in tacere! E a ta!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-6559935359934681147?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/6559935359934681147/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=6559935359934681147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/6559935359934681147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/6559935359934681147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2011/12/au-au-au-au-auu-n-auzi-aauu.html' title='Au, au, au, au! Auu, n-auzi, aauu?'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-1060107820996619383</id><published>2011-12-14T09:20:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T09:20:30.602+12:00</updated><title type='text'>La multi ani!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-RSyi239V4U" target="_blank"&gt;Andreea T. click me!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-1060107820996619383?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/1060107820996619383/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=1060107820996619383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/1060107820996619383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/1060107820996619383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2011/12/la-multi-ani.html' title='La multi ani!!!!'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-4921876554181332770</id><published>2011-12-08T09:48:00.006+12:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T00:29:42.698+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Santa</title><content type='html'>Nu zilnic ti se intampla sa-ti bata mosu' la usa si sa te roage,poate prea frumos, sa-i spui ce-ti doresti de Craciun. Cu siguranta nu in fiecare zi ai timp sa-i scrii mosului si sa-l indrumi frumos pe drumul cel bun pentru a face lejer cele mai usoare cumparaturi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mosule, avand in vedere ca sunt morocanoasa si cu fata botita in fiecare dimineata, dar un copil mult prea cuminte, dupa cum bine deja stii, imi doresc urmatoarele(in ordine aleatorie):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MoAKsMAGMOc/Tt_mikf46WI/AAAAAAAABiA/vobpwLaGJ44/s1600/guess-whobloc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="207" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MoAKsMAGMOc/Tt_mikf46WI/AAAAAAAABiA/vobpwLaGJ44/s320/guess-whobloc.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;√&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Vreau un concert cu&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uwBO0GU7jmI" target="_blank"&gt;Guess who&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WZwrixpjlHA/Tt_mwLh35DI/AAAAAAAABiI/gTWA7YEFO-s/s1600/1george.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WZwrixpjlHA/Tt_mwLh35DI/AAAAAAAABiI/gTWA7YEFO-s/s320/1george.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Il vreau pe&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.google.ro/search?hl=ro&amp;amp;q=george+clooney&amp;amp;gs_sm=e&amp;amp;gs_upl=3258l5081l0l5457l14l8l0l0l0l0l0l0ll0l0&amp;amp;bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.,cf.osb&amp;amp;biw=1366&amp;amp;bih=624&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;tbm=isch&amp;amp;source=og&amp;amp;sa=N&amp;amp;tab=wi&amp;amp;ei=xuXfTuadL8nC8QPehoXLBA" target="_blank"&gt;G. Clooney&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E9kVvSz227k/Tt_Cr0nT7_I/AAAAAAAABe4/I6LPtY0j-a4/s1600/ghete.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E9kVvSz227k/Tt_Cr0nT7_I/AAAAAAAABe4/I6LPtY0j-a4/s320/ghete.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;√&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Le gasesti aici:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.riverisland.com/Online/women/shoes--boots/ankle-boots/black-studded-ankle-boots-606098" target="_blank"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;. size 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-epUDNgIaQkg/Tt_KW0rs3XI/AAAAAAAABgA/YrX6yM_0_L8/s1600/tenesi-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-epUDNgIaQkg/Tt_KW0rs3XI/AAAAAAAABgA/YrX6yM_0_L8/s320/tenesi-1.jpg" width="282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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; Ii gasesti&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.newlook.com/shop/womens/shoes/sequin-toe-cap-sport-pumps_236248301" target="_blank"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;. size 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2R1X1gCTrVQ/Tt_KVxRASKI/AAAAAAAABf4/aeyih6R2Wxo/s1600/pantofi-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2R1X1gCTrVQ/Tt_KVxRASKI/AAAAAAAABf4/aeyih6R2Wxo/s320/pantofi-1.jpg" width="273" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;Le gasesti&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.newlook.com/shop/womens/shoes/colour-block-strappy-sandals_238965983" target="_blank"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;. size 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRoQmceVtaE/Tt_KVXRPB4I/AAAAAAAABfw/VWSEr-ShjJw/s1600/pantofi+1-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRoQmceVtaE/Tt_KVXRPB4I/AAAAAAAABfw/VWSEr-ShjJw/s320/pantofi+1-1.jpg" width="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ii gasesti&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.newlook.com/shop/womens/shoes/colour-block-platform-court-shoes_241663101?icSort=%2BsortDisplayPrice" target="_blank"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;. size 4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w6JnQskyDgw/Tt_KPEmPwVI/AAAAAAAABfg/0A54VQRs4_M/s1600/balerini-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w6JnQskyDgw/Tt_KPEmPwVI/AAAAAAAABfg/0A54VQRs4_M/s320/balerini-1.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ii gasesti&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.newlook.com/shop/womens/shoes/studded-ballet-pumps_234253340?icSort=%2BsortDisplayPrice" target="_blank"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;. size 5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-99sAna6czEU/Tt_Vkm9fcdI/AAAAAAAABg4/--uOiKs3GrM/s1600/bod.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-99sAna6czEU/Tt_Vkm9fcdI/AAAAAAAABg4/--uOiKs3GrM/s320/bod.jpg" width="221" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Il gasesti&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.peacocks.co.uk/product/index.jsp?productId=5311401&amp;amp;prodFindSrc=paramNav" target="_blank"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;.size 80 B&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8P6FfRi9rGg/Tt_VzKfmPAI/AAAAAAAABhA/UmGnParskX4/s1600/body+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8P6FfRi9rGg/Tt_VzKfmPAI/AAAAAAAABhA/UmGnParskX4/s320/body+1.jpg" width="221" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Il gasesti&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.peacocks.co.uk/product/index.jsp?productId=5393551&amp;amp;prodFindSrc=paramNav" target="_blank"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;. size 80 B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vEc5B_nYOMs/Tt_XQKM3OjI/AAAAAAAABhI/bYLSRNXnakY/s1600/body-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vEc5B_nYOMs/Tt_XQKM3OjI/AAAAAAAABhI/bYLSRNXnakY/s320/body-1.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Il gasesti&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.missselfridge.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?beginIndex=0&amp;amp;viewAllFlag=&amp;amp;catalogId=33055&amp;amp;storeId=12554&amp;amp;productId=4239606&amp;amp;langId=-1&amp;amp;sort_field=Relevance&amp;amp;categoryId=208023&amp;amp;parent_categoryId=208022&amp;amp;pageSize=200" target="_blank"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;. size 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_SvOpZUV7XA/TuAWbv_1umI/AAAAAAAABiw/eGInWz2J2S8/s1600/body+2-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_SvOpZUV7XA/TuAWbv_1umI/AAAAAAAABiw/eGInWz2J2S8/s320/body+2-1.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Il gasesti&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.missselfridge.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?langId=-1&amp;amp;storeId=12554&amp;amp;catalogId=33055&amp;amp;productId=3746603&amp;amp;categoryId=208045&amp;amp;parent_category_rn=208044" target="_blank"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;size 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wnj5dHlmz9Y/TuEH5weWxFI/AAAAAAAABi4/-rdprkl4W6Q/s1600/ro-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wnj5dHlmz9Y/TuEH5weWxFI/AAAAAAAABi4/-rdprkl4W6Q/s320/ro-1.jpg" width="235" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;√&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;O gasesti&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.newlook.com/shop/womens/dresses/sequin-racer-dress_237731941" target="_blank"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;. size 8. Andreea C. bought it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s1Zv312O0xI/Tt_FwZXfvHI/AAAAAAAABfA/TDkR0CgU_70/s1600/blazer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s1Zv312O0xI/Tt_FwZXfvHI/AAAAAAAABfA/TDkR0CgU_70/s320/blazer.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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; Il gasesti&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.riverisland.com/Online/women/coats--jackets/blazers/green-34-sleeve-blazer-609728" target="_blank"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;. size 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1L7DKxYdjp0/Tt_GEb48pRI/AAAAAAAABfI/hG7sfXHgdng/s1600/blazeer+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1L7DKxYdjp0/Tt_GEb48pRI/AAAAAAAABfI/hG7sfXHgdng/s320/blazeer+2.jpg" width="273" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;Il gasesti&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.hm.com/gb/product/96893?article=96893-F" target="_blank"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;. size 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kus9ucS-gnk/Tt_GcVZ4EbI/AAAAAAAABfQ/zomipz8QwRQ/s1600/blazer+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kus9ucS-gnk/Tt_GcVZ4EbI/AAAAAAAABfQ/zomipz8QwRQ/s320/blazer+3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;Il gasesti&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.riverisland.com/Online/women/coats--jackets/blazers/orange-pocket-front-blazer-610864" target="_blank"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;. size 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cz7bYvhWGgo/Tt_SFEZBmoI/AAAAAAAABgQ/9CkYG_65hw4/s1600/blazer4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cz7bYvhWGgo/Tt_SFEZBmoI/AAAAAAAABgQ/9CkYG_65hw4/s320/blazer4.jpg" width="221" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;Il gasesti&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.peacocks.co.uk/product/index.jsp?productId=6299841&amp;amp;prodFindSrc=paramNav" target="_blank"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;. size 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-whnKYLPZAoI/Tt_SS08s_FI/AAAAAAAABgY/Pg0A_q3xBpY/s1600/blazer+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-whnKYLPZAoI/Tt_SS08s_FI/AAAAAAAABgY/Pg0A_q3xBpY/s320/blazer+5.jpg" width="221" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; 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text-align: center;"&gt;Il gasesti&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.missselfridge.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?beginIndex=0&amp;amp;viewAllFlag=&amp;amp;catalogId=33055&amp;amp;storeId=12554&amp;amp;productId=3954751&amp;amp;langId=-1&amp;amp;sort_field=Price%20Ascending&amp;amp;categoryId=267535&amp;amp;parent_categoryId=208108&amp;amp;pageSize=200" target="_blank"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n74C6rVuCL4/Tt_Xk98RAlI/AAAAAAAABhY/RiMO-wFyVMU/s1600/inel-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n74C6rVuCL4/Tt_Xk98RAlI/AAAAAAAABhY/RiMO-wFyVMU/s320/inel-1.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Il gasesti&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.missselfridge.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?beginIndex=0&amp;amp;viewAllFlag=&amp;amp;catalogId=33055&amp;amp;storeId=12554&amp;amp;productId=3954652&amp;amp;langId=-1&amp;amp;sort_field=Price%20Ascending&amp;amp;categoryId=267535&amp;amp;parent_categoryId=208108&amp;amp;pageSize=200" target="_blank"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;Il gasesti&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.getprice.com.au/Cacharel-Amor-Amor-30ml-EDT-Womens-Perfume.htm" target="_blank"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FwSYLs6xbGo/Tt_nMRizKmI/AAAAAAAABiQ/ABxNQ1rx0xg/s1600/TOFFIFE+125G.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FwSYLs6xbGo/Tt_nMRizKmI/AAAAAAAABiQ/ABxNQ1rx0xg/s320/TOFFIFE+125G.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Vreau&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.google.ro/search?hl=ro&amp;amp;q=george+clooney&amp;amp;gs_sm=e&amp;amp;gs_upl=3258l5081l0l5457l14l8l0l0l0l0l0l0ll0l0&amp;amp;bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.,cf.osb&amp;amp;biw=1366&amp;amp;bih=624&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;tbm=isch&amp;amp;source=og&amp;amp;sa=N&amp;amp;tab=wi&amp;amp;ei=xuXfTuadL8nC8QPehoXLBA" target="_blank"&gt;ciocolata&lt;/a&gt;. Chiar nu sunt prea pretentioasa. Putintel asa. size: cu cat mai multa cu atat mai bine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-4921876554181332770?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/4921876554181332770/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=4921876554181332770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/4921876554181332770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/4921876554181332770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2011/12/dear-santa.html' title='Dear Santa'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MoAKsMAGMOc/Tt_mikf46WI/AAAAAAAABiA/vobpwLaGJ44/s72-c/guess-whobloc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-8884862238434494819</id><published>2011-11-16T13:54:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T13:54:18.855+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Cu si despre romani de la romani</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Context: &lt;/span&gt;O oarecare ea(de nationalitate inca necunoscuta) se grabea (pentru ca mereu e in intarziere) sa gaseasca o oarecare cladire, ascunsa undeva pe dealul de dupa biblioteca(Andreea, stiu ca esti curioasa: la Constable Building ma refer). In spatele ei, 3 tineri de nationalitate romana incep o conversatie de calitate indoielnica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: -Uite-o mã. Zici cã pierde trenu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;B: Dã-te bã, cã-i bunã.&lt;br /&gt;A:N-am zis nu, dar uite-o ce fel se miscã.&lt;br /&gt;B: Ce-are mã?&lt;br /&gt;A:Ar putea si ea sa mearga mai incet, ca nu o alearga nimeni.&lt;br /&gt;C:Daca si-ar da bluza aia lunga si larga jos, chiar ca ar fi bunã. Ce ma enerveaza moda asta a englozoaicelor cu 7 bluze pe ele si colanti.Nici nu poti sa-ti dai seama cat de mare e. Uite ca are picioarele subtiri, dar cate bluze o fi avand pe ea?&lt;br /&gt;B:Nu arata a englezoiaca. E bruneta si are trasaturi de...hmmm..nu stiu ce este, dar nu-i englezoiaca.&lt;br /&gt;C:O fi frantuzoaica? Sigur din nord nu e.&lt;br /&gt;A: Eu spun ca Spania scrie pe ea. I-ai vazut fata? E putin bronzata si are trasaturile alea latine.&lt;br /&gt;B:Da-o ma-n p..a mea, ca daca s-ar dezbraca putin ar fi ceva. Ce-i cu atatea bluze pe ea? Are picioare frumoase.Chiar sunt frumoase, dar fusta aia strica tot. Fund o fi avand?&lt;br /&gt;C:Bã, pe mine nici ca ma intereseaza de unde e, dar as f..e-o mã, as f..e-o!&lt;br /&gt;A:Mie-mi zici....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ea, respirand greu, se intoarce, ii priveste atent pe cei trei si spune:&lt;br /&gt;*Vrei sa se dezbrace acum? Sau vrei sa te intalnesti cu ea dupa?Trebuie doar sa stii ca fund nu prea are,bronzata nu e, dar foloseste fond de ten, are doar o bluza dar e vreo 4 marimi mai mare pentru ca asa-i place ei sa se imbrace. Acum se grabeste si nu pentru ca ar pierde trenu si pentru ca se duce la o intalnire foarte importanta, insa daca vrei poti s-o intalnesti mai tarziu sa o vezi mai dezbracata. Esti chiar norocos, in general nu poarta sutien, sau poarta fara burete, azi insa, are unul cu push-up.Daca vrei numarul de telefon anunta-ma acum. Dupa ce-si da bluza jos poti sa-ti dai seama cat de mare este, daca daca vrei iti trimite dimensiunile pe facebook.&lt;br /&gt;20 secunde mai tarziu&lt;br /&gt;*Dragii mei, dar de ce va uitati asa la mine?&amp;nbsp;Sunt romanca. Nu va asteptati?Chill, nu esti primu care-mi spune ca m-ar f..e. Nu m-am suparat. E okay!Data viitoare cand mai vreti sa vorbiti despre cineva de langa voi, va rog eu fiti atenti ce si in ce limba vorbiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-8884862238434494819?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-8294675805157689958</id><published>2011-11-14T09:14:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T09:16:42.718+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Despre dragoste cu lil' bro</title><content type='html'>Panaite Roxana: hai k inchid webu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Criminal Smile: esti frumoasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: dar stim ca stii si tu asta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Panaite Roxana: nu-mi zice cine ar trebui sa-mi spuna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Panaite Roxana: sau cine vreau eu sa-mi spuna:"&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: :) )&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: imi zici mai incolo cine vrei tu sa iti spuna&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: ca acum vede si mama&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: mama e OBLIGATA sa spuna asta. si tu daca vrei sa vina mosu cu ceva la tine trebuie sa spui asta&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: dar dc e mama obligata?&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: ca e mama si orice cioara isi lauda puiul?&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: ba nu e adevarat &amp;gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: pe mine nu ma lauda &lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: mie imi zice asa cand ai aduc numai 9 si 10 acasa "prost sa fii noroc sa ai"&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: adica pot sa am si 200 kg si gauri pe fata de la cosuri si par in nas si urechi si vergeturi pe picioare ca mama tot trebuie sa spuna ca-s frumoasa&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: si nu are dreptate?:)) la cat inveti tu:)):))&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: nici macarn u invat: ))&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: eu maine am teza: ))&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: adi toata ziua invata&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: si are note mai mici &lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: deocamdata&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: macar inavata...prefa-te si tu ca inveti sa vezi cum te lauda mama &lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: si oricum stai tu linistit ca te lauda ea, dar nu stii tu :P&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: :))&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: si cu mine face la fel :P daca nu mama atunci cine?:))&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: mama si lumi ce ma mai lauda si ma sustin si am trimit sa fac/vad etc :P&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: :))&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: te pupa mama&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: bine...nb  papa:*...de acum eus i andrei putem vb de-ale noastre:&amp;gt;:&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile::) )&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: ai facut-o pe mama sa mai stea:))&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: da cum sa nu...stie ca trebuie sa plece..si nici nu e curioasa...si apoi parca ea nu stie ce vb noi aici:&amp;gt;:&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: bai a plecat&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana::))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Criminal Smile: si cine vrei tu sa teiubeasca roxana?:&amp;gt;:&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Panaite Roxana: ce mai face ciufix?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile::))&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: nuj &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Criminal Smile: nu am mai vb cu ea de mult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Panaite Roxana: poi nu vreau ma iubita, vreau alintata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Criminal Smile: si cine sa te alinte?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Panaite Roxana: si ce faci ma? ii zici tu sa ma alinte?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Criminal Smile: da:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: nu ma asculta pe mine d'apoi pe tine....&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: nici tu nu ma alinti :| ar trb sa ma mai alinti si tu din cand in cand:|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Panaite Roxana: si sa-ti mai trag si eu vreo 2 din dragoste :D:"&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile::))&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: dc razi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Criminal Smile: &amp;nbsp;cum intelegi tu dragostea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana:&amp;gt;:D&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Panaite Roxana: auzi, dar tu ai lua bataie ptr mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Panaite Roxana: ca adi am vazut ca ar lua si ptr mine si ptr tine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Criminal Smile::))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Criminal Smile: normal ca as lua bataie pentru tine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Criminal Smile: doar esti sor'mea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Criminal Smile: si tre sa am grija de tine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: dar ptr ciufix ai lua?&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile::))&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: bai dar ce intrebari pui:))&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: dar mai bine dau in loc sa iau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Panaite Roxana: ideea asta era...ca daca vine unu si se ia de mine tu il lasi sa se ia sau te bagi si-ii arati tu lui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Criminal Smile: ma bag si ii arat eu lui:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Criminal Smile: sau imi arata el mie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Criminal Smile: dar oricum nu iti iei tu bataie:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Panaite Roxana: ce dragut esti &amp;gt;:D&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: :))&amp;gt;:D&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: eu pun pariu ca amandoi l-am suna pe adi..dar asa in caz ca,...e bine de stiut &lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: :))&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: pai ce crezi ca adi se teleporteaza langa noi asa imediat?:))&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: bine..dar pana atunci iei tu bataie..nu eu:)):));;)&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile::))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Panaite Roxana: abia astept sa vin acasa sa mai ies cu voi o data :)) si sa ma paziti :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Criminal Smile::) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Panaite Roxana: ce fel stateati atunci cand eram cu tipu ala de vorba :)) si ce fel se uita adi :)) sa nu cumva sa puna mana pe vreo undeva sau sa ma pupe ca atat ii trebuia :)) si cand a plecat el si venisera prietenii lui si stateau aia in juru meu cu bagarea in seama si vine adi si se uita stramb la ei si le zice :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;"ba, asta-i sor-mea, da?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt; ce tare  afost :)):)):))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Criminal Smile: ))=))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Criminal Smile: bai tine tare adi la noi doi :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Panaite Roxana: si noi la el..adica si eu..dar eu nu pot sa ma bat cu aia ptr el :))dar cu fetele ma bat:)) sa vez ce le trag de par si ma iau de ele...ca el trebuie sa umble cu fete frumoase si desteote nu cu orice bimbo.si tu la fel. vezi ca de ciufix imi place. si de diana imi place, dar nu-ti place tie. de aia cum care am venit noi in seara aia acasa nu-mi placea. si tie trb sa-ti placa de cine-mi place mie, bine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile::))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: :))&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: :))&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: bine:))&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: :))&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: dar de care diana iti place tie?&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: aia blonda...imi daduse mie add la pr pe fb si nu i-am acceptat..umbla cu ciufix cred...sau cu cine am vauzt-o eu &amp;nbsp;e asa dragutica inalta si frumusica..nu stiu cat o duce capu'(dac-o duce) dar arata bine asa, s ate lauzi cu ea&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: :))&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: diana .....cred&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: are pe facebook&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: ......?&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: cred ca da&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: iti place de ea?&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: nu:))&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: dar lu aia ii place tare de adi :))&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: se potriveste cu adi&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: ca-s amandoi frumosi..inalti ...ar arata bine impreuna&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: l-a si intrebat pe adi daca vrea sa fie cu ea&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: si adi a zis nu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Panaite Roxana: dar nu-i place lu adi de aia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Panaite Roxana: nici sa-l arzi cu fieru incins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: :))&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: eu nu cunosc nicio fata care sa-i placa lu' adi...&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: are si el pe cineva? :&amp;gt;sau nu-mi spui?&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: :))&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: nu are&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: e pretentios&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: dar lasa ca e bine si asa...sa nu umble cu de-alde diana :)) ptr tine e buna :)) ca na...tu esti asa mai "smecheras" , n-ai treaba , o tratezi ca pe-o bimbo :)) dar el... a avut grija sor-sa sa se poarte frumos cu fetele&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: :))&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: dar de ciufix iti place nu? sau iti placea?&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: la trecut :))&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: eeeii..si acum?:&amp;gt;:&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: veo cucurire ceva?:&amp;gt;:&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: :))&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: ca esti bun si nu spun asta ca etsi frate-miu :P&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: burlac&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: burlac burlac..dar sa ai mai pui si tu mana pe carne cateodata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: :))&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: ocazional :))&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: mai pupi si tu o &amp;nbsp;fata:&amp;gt;:&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: hai zi ca e secret&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: si-ti spun si eu ce vrei sa stii&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: nu cred ca tii tu secret&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: la prima sansa spui :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Panaite Roxana: postez pe blog atat..dar nimic care sa te dea de gol..nu dau nume :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: :)))&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: ha ca s avezi ca-s serioasa iti spun eu prima.ce vrei sa stii?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Criminal Smile: pai tu ce iubit mai ai?:&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Criminal Smile: un engleza ceva?:&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Panaite Roxana: n-au englezii fata de mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile::))&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: ce parere ai tu? o-i fi eu urata tare noaptea :)) dar ziua ma mai luminez putin la fata :))&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: tot romanii is mai frumosi nu?&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: tot la ei trag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Panaite Roxana: dar vezi tu , romanii astia...nu stiu ma cand sa spuna ceva bun sa minta, :)) dar asa, sa te faca sa te umfli-n pene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: :))&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: romanii is frumsi nu destepti&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: dar nu trebuie sa te duca prea mult capu sa stii ca o fata trebuie s-o gadili asa cu minciunele etc:))&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Panaite Roxana: si apoi ce ma &amp;nbsp;tu crezi ca eu ma uit la oricine? imi aleg si eu baiatu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: cat inca mai pot...ca peste 20 de ani am sa accept orice baiat..acum il aleg...dar vezi tu, ca nu stii daca el spune ce trebuie sau nu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Panaite Roxana: hai s ate invat sa te porti cu o fata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Criminal Smile: dar stiu&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: stii?&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: ia zi&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: nuj de unde sa incep&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: de unde vrei&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: ce trebuie sa-i spui?&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: ce trebuie sa-i faci&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: ce cadouri sa-i iei?&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: :))&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: pai cadouri&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: intai vad eu ce animal ii place&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: urs&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: caine pisica&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: si ii cumpar animalute de plus&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: asa..la 15 ani da:))&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Panaite Roxana: dar de aia o ai pe sor-ta care-i mai mare sa te-nvete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: :))&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: animalutele de plus, prostioarele astea sunt asa...nu patetice(cauita in dictionar daca nu stii) dar sunt comune...toata lumea asta cumpara de valentine's day toata lumea cumpara :| ursi maro de plus cu inimioare rosii yachs :| bleah :|&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: :))&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: dar ce ma mai vrea si cadou? :))&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: nu ma, unei fete in fiecare zi trebuie sa-i dai ceva..chiar daca-i rupi o floare din parc in timp ce te grabesti la scoala :P&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: lasa ca de sf valentin ala ne despartim si apoi o luam iar de la capat a doua zi&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: poi primesti si tu cadou :P ..tot un urs de plus :| asa patetic :|&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: &amp;nbsp;:))&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: bine, daca-i vreo bimbo din aia poti sa-i cumperi un urs de plus si merge...dar daca-i una asa ca ciufix nu cred ca pune ea botu' la prostioare din astea...&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Panaite Roxana: unei fete trebuie sa-i spui mereu ceva frumos...nu neaparat ca e frumoasa ..dar poti sa-i spui ca-ti place tricoul ei, sau ca-ti place cum s-a tuns, sau ca-ti plac oja ei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Panaite Roxana: sa-i spui ca are pielea fina, ca-i miroase parul frumos etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Criminal Smile: bine de retinut :-?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Panaite Roxana: sa-i trimiti in fiecare dimineata mesaje " :* &amp;nbsp;" ..in fiecare dimineata ii trimiti mesaj s astie ca te gandesti la ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: dar deocamdata nu am cui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Panaite Roxana: nu trebuie sa-i dai tu luna de pe cer sau mai stiu eu ce, dar daca stii ca-i plac pixurile si vezi un pix dragut i-l cumperi si ii spui ca te-ai gandit la ea...sau poate-i plac pisicile si vezi un creion si are radiera in forma de pisica , poti sa-i dai asta ,,,,ca nu trebuie sa fie scump cat trebuie sa stie ea ca te gandesti mereu mereu&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: tu asculta aici ca te invat..sa stii...ca tu esti asa cam..te porti cam naspa cu fetele..lasa ca stiu eu cum vorbeai cu Dana si ce fel radeai cu Mihai de ea :| sau de Vanesa :|&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile:&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: nu mai puteam eu de dana&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: sau de vanesa :))&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: o fata te duci si o astepti la scoala( cand poti) si nu lasi pe nimeni sa-i vorbeasca urat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Panaite Roxana: te certi si cu prietenii tai daca e nevoie si nu o plac...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Panaite Roxana: sa-i dai baloane colorate :X si cand vine la noi (s-o cunosc si eu) nu te uiti la desene animate ci asculti ce muzica ii place ei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: :))&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: bai deocamdata nu am&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: nu ai...dar pana vin eu acasa se schimba multe :&amp;gt;:&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: :))&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: nu-mi zi ca n-ai nicio admiratoare ca nu te cred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: bai daca zici ca asta e secret si ramane intre noi&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: sa stii ca sunt ...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[de aici dragii mei puteti doar sa va imaginati, dar e intre mine si lil' bro ]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ps: Poate invata si altii , nu numai frate-miu din ce am scris acolo:))&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pps: E bine de stiut ca cineva , e dispus, sa incaseze bataie pentru tine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-8294675805157689958?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-7127607054747471993</id><published>2011-11-13T08:14:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T08:14:31.826+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu-ti vinde sufletul unui strain</title><content type='html'>Irina si Mihai s-au cunoscut intr-o seara la opera. El, un domn inalt, cu parul usor prea grizonat pentru varsta pe care parea sa o aiba. Ea, o tanara domnisoaa cu aspiratii inalte, ce frecteventa cercuri restranse de domni generosi cu buzunare pline. El interesant.Ea interesata. El sarmant, ea seducatoare. Ce-ar putea uni mai mult doi oameni decat dorinta nebuna de-a avea ce-au visat: un sot ce-i iubeste poftele si care participa activ la indeplinirea acestora. El, un copil care sa-i mosteneasca nepretuita avere:numele! Sa fi fost destinul forta nebanuita care-l impinsese pe Mihai sa aboredeze tanara domnisoara?&lt;br /&gt;-Buna seara, domnisoara…!&lt;br /&gt;-Paula. Pentru tine doar Paula.&lt;br /&gt;-Nu esti prea tanara pentru a fi in oras neinsotita la aceasta ora?&lt;br /&gt;-Nu. Sunt indeajuns de matura incat sa pot sa beau un pahar de vin  alaturi de tine. Ce zici?Un Dom Perignon sa fie?&lt;br /&gt;-Pentru o tanara domnisoara nu ai gusturi ieftine. Si o cultura generala de apreciat in ceea ce priveste vinurile.&lt;br /&gt;-Stiu multe. Sunt dispusa sa invat multe.  Varsta nu ar trebuie sa fie un impediment, dimpotriva chiar imi este un ajutor de nadejde.Am varsta potrivita pentru prea multe, dar lumea-mi ofera prea putin.&lt;br /&gt;-Nemultumirea nu-i o calitate!&lt;br /&gt;-Sau da. Daca te gandesti ca starea de nemultumire pe care o simt in acest moment ma va motiva sa lupt cu mine si cu toti sa obtin aceea stare de multumire completa.&lt;br /&gt;-Cand o vei dobandi va fi mult prea tarziu.     &lt;br /&gt;-In viata, niciodata nu e prea tarziu.&lt;br /&gt;-In viata reusim sa atingem doar unele idealuri, Cele cu adevarat valoroase prea putini le ating.Dupa moarte, atunci cand e prea tarziu.&lt;br /&gt;-Vorbesti ca un om care s-a dat batut.&lt;br /&gt;-Sunt un om care nu mai are  nimic de pierdut. Nimic in afara de nume. Eu sunt Mihai C.&lt;br /&gt;-Irina. Popescu Irina. Sunt la fel de banala precum numele. Poate putin mai mult. Dar am aspiratii indraznete .Singurul lucru care m-ar opri din cautarea disperata a unui domn doritor sa-mi satisfaca placerile sufletului ar fi sa castig la loto.&lt;br /&gt;-Sansele sunt mici.&lt;br /&gt;-Chiar in scadere avand in vedere ca nu am jucat niciodata la lotto.&lt;br /&gt;-Ce esti dispusa sa oferi in schimbul sigurantei materiale? La ce esti capabila sa renunti pentru bani.Ce ai vinde?&lt;br /&gt;-Mi-as  vinde si parintii.&lt;br /&gt;-Ce zici de sufletul tau?&lt;br /&gt;-De acord&lt;br /&gt;-Imi plac copii.&lt;br /&gt;-As putea sa-ti fac unul.&lt;br /&gt;-Mi-ar placea, daca ai accepta sa te adopt. In loc sa-ti vinzi parintii, condu-i la un orfelinat sa-si aleaga o alta fetita.  Una care sa merite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-7127607054747471993?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/7127607054747471993/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=7127607054747471993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/7127607054747471993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/7127607054747471993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2011/11/nu-ti-vinde-sufletul-unui-strain.html' title='Nu-ti vinde sufletul unui strain'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-8441173274387995868</id><published>2011-10-31T00:54:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T01:28:47.289+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Ele sunt..mereu acolo..departe,dar aproape de inima mea,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eu nici nu mi-am dat seama cate am impartit cu fetele astea. Nu e doar o alta vara din viata mea. E aceea vara. Vara in care prea multe s-au intamplat. I mean things really happened. Life changed.My life changed. I am different now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Bã si le iubesc, mã&lt;/span&gt;. Si eu nu spun asta prea des. Dar atunci cand aud mereu cat sunt de iubita simt nevoia sa le raspund. Nu din politete, ci pentru ca asa simt.&amp;nbsp; Si ma simt minunat cand stiu ca ele ma iubesc. E un sentiment placut. E multumire. Multumire cu mine, cu ceea ce sunt, cu ceea ce am devenit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pentru ca: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Si pentru ca au fost langa mine cand poate ar fi vrut sa fie singure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pentru ca au stiut cand sa asculte, cand sa vorbeasca si cand sa taca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pentru ca le-am suparat si m-au iertat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pentru ca le-am zis de Ionut si l-au cam placut ele, asa….Poate nu prea mult,dar suficient. Destul cat sa-l fi acceptat prezent in viata mea. Stiau ca nu avea niciun motiv sa vina dupa mine. Nimeni nu se astepta. Doar eu. Stiu ca ar fi venit si a3-a oara. Pur si simplu stiu. Indiferent ce spune el, indiferent ce spun altii, indiferent ce crede el eu stiu sigur ca&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;……&lt;/span&gt;stiu eu! Si ma mai indoiesc uneori, dar stiu. Si poate ca uneori am nevoie de confirmarea lui, dar tot stiu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pentru ca au inteles si n-au judecat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pentru ca Andreea ma scoate din sarite cu dorinta ei &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;ne-buna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; de a ma scapa de frustrari.Si pentru ca nu inceteaza sa spere ca si eu voi primi putin din ce ar trebui sa fie al meu.Si pentru ca aproape mi-ar jefui yahoo-ul doar ca sa vorbeasca cu persoane pe care eu le evit din motive lesne de inteles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pentru ca sunt lucrurile pe care doar lor le-am spus. Ca m-au certat si m-au ascultat. Ca au vrut sa ma vada fericita. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pentru ca atunci cand ne certam intoarcem lumea cu susu’n’jos. si plangem, mã, plangem. Fiecare pe unde poate: una prin baie, alta pe o canapea ,murdara in Zodiar. Si apoi tipam si urlam si ne descarcam.Toate astea pentru ca ne pasa. Si cand iti pasa, pui suflet si te doare. Si apoi te enervezi ca te doare. Si ai vrea sa nu te intereseze, dar e prea tarziu.Si stii ca relatiile la distanta nu dureaza.Ai invatat asta. Dar incerci sa le intretii: un video call, o poza, mai un facebook, mai o gluma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pentru ca au ascultat ce n-am zis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pentru ca au fost acolo cand am avut mai mare nevoie de ele. Si n-au facut nimic mai mult decat sa spuna&lt;b&gt;:&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;”&lt;u&gt;Da, Roxana, inca un metru!”&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pentru ca am impartit atat de multe.Si am atat de multe cu voi.Lucruri care n-ar avea sens cu altcineva. Si stiu si simt ca n-as putea sa ma cert cu cineva cum m-am certat cu Dana in Zodiar. Niciodata in viata mea(pana acum) nu a mai tipat nimeni la mine asa. Si sincer mi-as dori sa se intample &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;mai des&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Sa arate ca le pasa, mã de mine.Le pasa si ca nu li se pare normal ca &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;bunul lor&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/b&gt; in cazul de fata , &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;EU&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/b&gt; sa fie al altcuiva. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pentru ca am impartit prea multe secrete.Aparatul foto le stie pe toate. Apoi noi, rand pe rand putin cate putin stim. Si-ii impartaseam Andreei un secret si-ii spunea Danei . Si apoi sa vezi cum Danutzii ma certa frumos ca am fost o prostuta ca n-am stiut sa cer la moemntul potrivit ce mi se cuvenea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pentru ca, personal , cunosc prea multi oameni care n-ar fi dat doi bani pe o poza, dar voua v-a placut sa stiti ca nu suntenti scrise doar pe o foaie de hartie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Si pentru ca incet incet ar vrea sa ma inlocuiasca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Si pentru toate acestea va multumesc!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Stiu ca ele ma cam iubesc si se prea poate sa le fiu draga.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cheap status&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Imi tip dragostea pentru ele.O fac virtual mai mult decat real.Dar tot le spun tututror ca ele-s iubitele mele. Sper sa nu fie ca statusurile despre&amp;nbsp; relatiile alea ieftine&amp;nbsp; pe facebook: luni esti in a relationship iti strigi dragostea si 2 zile mai tarziu esti single. Ca eu le iubesc acum si poate intr-o zi se va schimba ceva: va aparea altcineva la mine sau la ele. Dar ne ramane vara asta.Asa lunga, plina de amintiri, de lacrimi, de durere, de fericire,de suspine,de nervi si de zambete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Si nu le cer luna de pe cer. Vreau sa fie acolo si data viitoare cand voi fi acasa. Pentru ca ce-i mai bun acasa am: si voi sunteti tot acasa.Si daca, din diverse motive nu vor, vreau, fetelor, sa nu uitati vara aceasta. Macar fotografiile sa va mai aminteasca de mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Si daca&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Si daca vreodata in viitorul indepartat mai ascultati Vama –Vama Veche sa nu uitati ca am rupt prietenia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Si daca ascultati URSS, sa nu uitati ca dintr-o mie in vara lu’ 2011 noi mai ramasesem. Cand va uitati la copii mici si multi sa va amintiti de mine innebunind si tipand ca vreau un copil frumos si ca daca e urat il abandonez. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Si daca vreodata se-ntampla sa va rezemati de-un perete cand pamantu va fuge de sub picioare sa ma sunati. Poate n-am sa fiu acolo sa va descalt, dar va spun un banc la telefon.Cel cu elefantii din cires.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Iarta-ma&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Andreea, imi pare rau ca n-am fost acolo cand&amp;nbsp; ai avut nevoie de mine. Si stiu ca sunt egoista, dar tu esti asa buna, prea buna. Si sa ma ierti. Te rog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Si Dana imi pare rau ca am vrut, la un moment dat, sa te indepartez de langa mine pentru ca eram tampita si voiam spatiu. Adevaru’ e ca-mi era frica . Nu stiu ce ma speria. Ceva. Ma bucur ca mi-ai zambit frumos (btw, ai un zambet atat de frumos, atat de sincer si de neprefacut) si nu m-ai intrebat. Doar ai asteptat. Si apoi,incet incet ti-am zis.&amp;nbsp; A fost greu la inceput,dar dupa aceea m-am simtit minunat sa stiu ca esti acolo, ca intelegi si nu judeci.A fost greu cand pana si oameni care ma cunosc de 18 ani au spus ca sunt alintata si exagerata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Iarta-ma ca nu ti-am zis de el.Am fost egoista am vrut sa ma bucur. Acum sunt bine. Si nu, nu spune ca … Adevarul e ca uneori imi e dor de el. A fost acolo cand altii ar fi trebuit sa fie. Si n-a facut nimic. Serios ca n-a facut nimic. Doar a fost acolo. Si a contat. Toti banii din lume n-ar fi cumparat un zambet&amp;nbsp; si el a reusit doar spunandu-mi ca-i este dor. De mine. De noi. Si a contat. Pentru mine. Nu stiu daca i-a fost dor, sau doar m-a imbrobodit pe mine, aia mica si naiva care crede tot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se spune ca vedem ce vrem sa vedem, auzim ce vrem sa auzim si credem ce avem nevoie sa credem. Si eu voiam sa stiu ca mai e cineva acolo, in afara de mama, care ma asteapta acasa. Si vrea sa ma vada. Si mi-a facut bine o perioada sa ma amagesc. Sunt bine.Serios. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Si stim toate trei, in sinea noastra ca un cui nu scoate alt cui, dar … e mai usor cand e un altul sa-i ocupe locul. Acum e mai simplu. Simplu sa ma mint. E dificil cand stiu ca el a mers mai departe si eu ma trezesc dimineata langa altcineva,dar ma gandesc la el….Si ma ingrijesc:ma tratez de nebunie. Si as vrea sa ma tratez si de durere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;E adevarat ca uneori il mai vreau, Poate chiar mai mult decat inainte si atunci apare Andreea si-mi zice ca ea stie. Pentru ca ea chiar stie.Si ea ma vrea ma fericita, Si ea ma-mpinge de la spate. Si apoi tot ea e acolo sa-mi asculte of-ul cand ma plang ca mi-am facut rau cu mana mea.Nu le vindeca timpu pe toate? Sper.Pentru ca sincer nu stiu ce as putea face. Si astept. Iar Andeea e acolo, pe skype, sa ma-asculte ma cand m-apuca doru’. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Stim cum e: dupa un el, vine un alt el. Si-l astept pe acel el care-mi va linge toate ranile sau macar va astepta sa mi se vindece acele rani mult prea adanci.Le va curata si apoi imi va zambi.Il vreau pe “cel” dispus sa astepte sa-mi cicatrizez leziunile.Pe ‘cel” care nu ma-ntreaba cum a fost in trecut.Pe “cel” care vrea sa-mi lase rani mai adanci si mai dureroase decat ultimul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Si asta e datoria ta de prieten&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Si ce daca nu le-am spus ca sufar?Si ce daca nu le-am spus ca am probleme?Si ce daca nu le-am spus ce simt? Sunt prietenii mei. E treaba lor sa stie cand spun ca sunt bine si nu sunt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Si ce-mi insenineaza ziua cand ma cearta ca am plecat si n-am stat in Bucuresti si cand ma intreaba daca as putea veni mai repede acasa. Mama e singura care abia asteapta sa ajung. Cel putin singura care-mi spune. Caci eu, (in secret va spun) sper ca pe langa voi 2 si mama sa mai fie cineva. Si as vrea sa-mi spuna atat. Sa ma minta daca e nevoia, dar sa-mi spuna. Si apoi ce daca e un gest cretin de masochism? E o placere acuta in a simti durere. E uman. Ma face sa ma simt incredibil.Dorita intr-un fel. Nu stiu alt om care sa ma fi facut sa ma simt atat de placut in cel mai mizerabil mediu posibil. Bã, si-ii doresc sa se simta de vreo 10 ori mai rau decat m-am simtit eu dupa ultima discutie. Si as vrea sa nu vada niciodata ca v-am spus asta voua. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pentru ca vreau sa-mi sariti cu vorbe bune.Pentru ca atunci, pe skype cand m-ai intrebat, mi-a fost frica sau rusine sa-ti spun. Pentru ca mi-as dori sa-ti povestesc, dar nu stiu de ce nu pot. As vrea sa-ti spun caci am obosit sa tin in mine. Asa cum a fost seara aia in scena, inainte sa plece Iulia in Franta, cand eram tristuta si tu ai tras cu ochiul cui ii scriu mesaje si apoi m-ai tras de maneca si de limba sa-ti spun. Si m-ai fi lasat sa plec.&amp;nbsp; Pentru ca eu credeam daca ti-as spune m-ai judeca si m-ai certa.Si da, iar sunt prostuta, pentru ca tu-mi vrei binele. Si daca vreau poti vorbi cu baietatii din 17 sa aranjeze pe oricine se ia de mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Si as vrea sa-ti povestesc cum a vrut sa ma pupe unu azi, si fix azi nu m-am spalat pe dinti, ca-n idiotenia mea m-am gandit ca apa de gura e de ajuns si ca oricum n-o sa ma pupe nimeni.Tocmai azi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stiu ca as incerca&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Si sunt lucruri care nu-mi plac la ele. Dar tocmai din aceste motive le iubesc mai mult.Nu-mi place cand Andreea se sperie prea repede cand nu raspund la telefon. Acum este pe apelare rapida:prima persoana de contact.Si n-as vrea sa stiu ce fel ar reactiona daca chiar as pati ceva si ar fi ea anuntata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Si Dana se enerveaza atat de repede. Dar, doamne cat de draguta este cand&amp;nbsp; e nervoasa si se agita si se stramba ea asa frumos si apoi gesticuleaza. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Si nimeni nu stie, dar fetele astea ma fac sa-mi para rau uneori ca nu stau in Bucuresti, intr-un apartament cu mobila plina de plojnite, pe o strada laturalnica si cu vecini infioratori. Abia astept sa le vad in aeroport cum ma intampina cu o sticla de apa si eu aduc lamaia(suntem la dieta, si n-am voie sa car lichide in bagajul de mana).Si apoi sa mergem in apartamentul lor din Obor, ala mai smecher, fara plojnite si pe bulevard.Bã si sa radem , mã. Sa radem. Si apoi sa le spun cum ma doare sufletu. Si ele sa m-asculte, sa ma-mbratiseze si sa-mi spuna ca sunt o prostuta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Si ma cunosti. Si esti amuzanta cand ma intrebi ceva si apoi spui :”Nu raspunde, stiu deja!Si-mi amintesc cand eram la Valy in masina si m-ai intrebat:”Tu mai tii la el?” si eu- pauza- iar tu-mi raspunzi:“nu-mi zi, stiu”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Si n-am nimic sa le reprosez. Nimic.As face-o acum, aici. Poate as vrea sa-i trag 2 palme imaginare Andreei ca n-a reusit sa-i faca tema lu frate-miu. Si promite-mi ca te apuci de scris. Esti buna. Si daca de buna voie nu vrei, ii cer mamei tale laptopul sa-ti iau toate doc word si sa le arat lumii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Si daca vreodata veti avea nevoie de mine, nu ezitati sa ma cautati. Sunt sanse mult prea mari sa nu pot sa va ajut, dar as incerca, Si-apoi as fi acolo sa cumpar servetele si sa storc tricouri cu prea multe lacrimi udate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Timp&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Si ma sperie gandul ca peste ceva timp(nedelimitat) nici amintitrile nici videocallul sau alte mijloace nu vor fi de ajuns. Ma sperie gandul ca eu nu pot fi acolo, pentru oricare din voi, cand aveti nevoie de un umar. Sper doar sa fiti una pentru alta.Trebuie sa fiti una pentru alta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Si-am plans cand am scris asta, Am plans pentru ca mi-am amintit. Atat de multe. Prea multe. Imi amintesc cum in vara lu’ 2010, prin luna iulie, era 10 iulie, ora undeva dupa 22, aveam cu Dana prima mea discutie “la sentiment”. Ii scrisesem in word cam o pagina incercand sa-i explic ca eu nu merg la Buc ci ca plec. Si in tot doc acela(daca-l gasesc vi-l arat) ma repetam spunandu-i:”eu stiu ce parere ai de plecatu’ in afara, dar ma duc sa invat nu sa cheltui banii lu’ mama. Si vom vorbi si vom pastra legatura si imi e&amp;nbsp; dor de DA-ISI si economie si tot ce-am facut”. Si cine s-ar fi gandit ca un an mai tarziu mergem la “Dana acasa”(aia de la et 8), facem clatite cu finetti si banane?Si mancam cartofi prajiti? Si cine-ar fi zis ca Dana e cea care m-a sunat sa-mi spuna ca indiferent ce simt nu sunt singura. Ca ea stie si intelege si ca pot sa ma duc la ea sa vorbim, sa stam , sau pur si simplu sa ne uitam una la alta. Si cine ar fi crezut ca Dana, desi isi planificase intalnirea aceea cu Valy de vreo cateva zile, ar fi venit cu o rola de servetele de masa, sa stea cu mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Si ma doare&amp;nbsp; cand ma gandesc ca in urma cu un an as fi crezut ca altii vor fi acolo. Da, as fi crezut ca oameni pe care-i stiu de multi ani ma vor tine-n brate, nu o mica domnisoara care ma cunoaste de 10 luni(in conditiile in care mai mult de 4 luni a stiut despre mine ca sunt prietena Danei si ca invat in &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;UK&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;). Nu-i asa ca sunt indreptatita sa cred ca asta mica n-avea nicio datorie sa-mi dea jos pantalonii si sa ma bage-n pat?. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Se spune ca niciodata nu e bine sa asculti sfaturi de la cineva care nu a trecut prin ce treci tu.Si cred ca asta m-a impiedicat mereu sa vorbesc despre&amp;nbsp; ce simt, ptr cine simt, de ce simt.Si-mi era frica sa nu rada unii altii de sentimentele mele, de trairile mele.Si-mi era rusine de ceea ce simteam. Si a&amp;nbsp; fost nevoie de timp sa ma obisnuiesc cu oameni carora le pasa de ceea ce fac eu , cand fac, cu cine fac.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;N-as putea vorbi cu altcineva ce-am vorbit cu tine. Cu tine si Andreea. Si poate sunt lucruri pe care nu ti le-as spune, dar e pentru ca nu trebuie sa le stii. Si sincer sper ca mama ta ma place. Nu am uitat ca are ea un al 6-lea simt cand vine vorba de oameni si stie daca cineva te va dezamagi sau nu. Iti spun acum, cu toata onestitatea &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;:NU VREAU SA TE DEZAMAGESC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, dar o voi face, din nefericire. Asa e legea naturii: oamenii la care tinem ne dezamagesc.Cel mai mult.Sau poate suferim noi mai mult ptr ca ne pasa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Si acum fug sa ma epilez ca am “intalneala” maine.Va pup si va iubesc!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;scris pe 20 octombrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/1193610155017537547-8441173274387995868?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/8441173274387995868/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=8441173274387995868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/8441173274387995868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/8441173274387995868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2011/10/ele-suntmereu-acolodepartedar-aproape.html' title='Ele sunt..mereu acolo..departe,dar aproape de inima mea,'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-1768520633854607485</id><published>2011-10-30T13:34:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T13:34:02.742+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Preview</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Andreea, scuze, dar mi se inchid ochii si nu pot sa-l termin.Ai un preview ptr ceaiul de dimineata si pregatesc restu pana seara:*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Paragraful 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Pentru ca au inteles si n-au judecat. Pentru ca atunci cand ne certam intoarcem lumea cu susu’n’jos. si plangem, ma, plangem. Fiecare pe unde poate: una prin baie, alta pe o canapea ,murdara in Zodiar. Si apoi tipam si urlam si ne descarcam.Toate astea pentru ca ne pasa. Si cand iti pasa, pui suflet si te doare. Si apoi te enervezi ca te doare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Paragraful 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Pentru ca au ascultat ce n-am zis, pentru ca au fost acolo cand am avut mai mare nevoie de ele. Si desi n-au facut nimic mai mult decat sa spuna:”&lt;u&gt;Da, Roxana, inca un metru!”&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;Si am impartit atat de multe.Si am atat de multe cu voi.Lucruri care n-ar avea sens cu altcineva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Paragraful 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Si sunt lucruri care nu-mi plac la ele. Dar tocmai din aceste motive le iubesc mai mult.Nu-mi place cand Andreea se sperie prea repede atunci cand nu rapsund la telefon. Acum este pe speed dial:prima persoana de contact.Si n-as vrea sa stiu ce fel ar reactiona daca chiar as pati ceva. Si Dana se enerveaza atat de repede. Dar, doamne cat de draguta este cand&amp;nbsp; e nervoasa si se agita si se stramba ea asa frumos si apoi gesticuleaza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Paragraful 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Si nimeni nu stie, dar fetele astea ma fac sa-mi para rau uneori ca nu stau in Bucuresti, intr-un apartament cu mobila plina de plojnite, pe o strada laturalnica si cu vecini infioratori. Abia astept sa le vad in aeroport cum ma intampina cu o sticla cu apa si eu aduc lamaia (suntem la dieta plus ca n-am voie sa car lichide in bagajul de mana).Si apoi sa mergem in apartamentul lor din Obor, ala mai smecher, fara plojnite si pe boulevard.Ba si sa radem , ma. Sa radem. Si apoi sa le spun cum ma doare sufletu. Si ele sa m-asculte, sa ma-mbratiseze si sa-mi spuna ca sunt o prostuta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Paragraful 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pentru ca Andreea ma scoate din sarite cu dorinta ei &lt;b&gt;ne-buna&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;de a ma scapa de frustrari.Si pentru ca nu inceteaza sa spere ca si eu voi primi putin din ce ar trebui sa fie al meu.Si pentru ca aproape mi-ar jefui yahoo-ul doar ca sa vorbeasca cu personae pe care eu le evit din motive lesne de inteles.Pentru ca sunt lcururile pe care doar lor le-am spus. Ca m-au certat si m-au ascultat. Ca au vrut sa ma vada fericita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/1193610155017537547-1768520633854607485?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/1768520633854607485/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=1768520633854607485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/1768520633854607485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/1768520633854607485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2011/10/preview.html' title='Preview'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-7707007680399918720</id><published>2011-10-26T11:38:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T11:48:26.682+12:00</updated><title type='text'>O fata poate visa la un  baiat care</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa o duca intr-o zi sa vada rasaritul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;Sa-i ia lumanari si ciocolata si un vin rosu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;Sa-i dea baloane colorate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;Ca va fi langa ea cand nu are nevoie,dar mai ales atunci cand are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;Sa-i opreasca rasuflarea de fiecare data cand apare in fata ei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;Sa nu o intrebe niciodata “where are you boobs?” ptr ca sunt acolo unde trebuie sa fie, mai mici sau mai mari.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;Sa-i trimita mesaje la fiecare 5 minute pentru ca vrea sa stie ce face &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;Sa fie capabil sa manance jaratic(Noica) pentru ea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;Sa se incredeada in ce stie, dar sa asculte si parerile ei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;Sa pretinda ca ea are dreptate chiar daca el nu ets ede acord cu ideile ei, doar ptr ca vrea s-o vada fericita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;Sa creada ca fericirea ei este fericirea amandurora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;S-o puna mai presus de meciurile de fotbal si intalnirile cu baietii &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;S-o considere mai importanta decat orice alta activitate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;Sa inteleaga ca PMS-ul (ori SPM-ul, parka asa-i in romana) ii da dureri de cap si nu are nevoie de alte probleme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;Sa se duca la 3 dimineata sa-i cumpere ciocolata( cum ziceam, PMS-ul te omoara)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;Sa treaca pe la ea intr-o dimineata ploiasa,doar ca sa-i faca un ceai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;Sa-i ofere un umar pe care sa planga atunci cand este suparata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;Sa-i faca complimente atunci cand e demoralizata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;Sa-i cante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;Sa stea la gadilat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;Sa o faca sa rada ca un copil de 4 ani&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;Sa se certe cu toti oamenii care o enerveaza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;Sa nu acorde mare importanta prostiilor pe&amp;nbsp; care le spune,insa ar trebui sa le asculte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;Sa o care in spate cand e obosita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;Sa-i puna intrebari prostesti,dar cu rost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;Sa o faca sa roseasca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;Sa fie &amp;nbsp;romantic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;Sa mearga cu ea la cumparaturi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;Sa nu i se para deplasat sa-i cumpere tampoane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;Sa-si vorbeasca de bine fostele iubite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;Sa-i suporta temerile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;Sa o incurajeze atunci cand ii este frica de un interviu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;Sa o asculte si sa-i stearga lacrimile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;Sa-i maseze tamplele&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;Sa-i dea bluza lui cand ei ii este frig&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;S-o tina in brate cand banca e rece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;Sa se indragosteasca de ea in fiecare dimineata mai mult si mai mult&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;Sa-i faca clatite cu finetti si banane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;Sa o stranga tare tare in brate de fiecare data cand o vede ptr ca i-a fost mult prea dor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;Sa adoarma cu mana putin mai sus de burta ei si putin mai jos de sani, ptr ca asa-i place ei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;Sa o lase sa doarma cu mana pe sub tricoul lui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;Sa o puna mereu sa invete ptr ca ea este prea lenesa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;Sa o certe cand greseste, dar sa-i arate cum este correct.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;Sa-si certe prietenii atunci cand spun ca petrece prea mult timp cu ea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;Sa-i acceppte intimitatile si sa nu-i invadeze spatiul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;Sa nu manance ciuperci doar ptr ca nici ei nu-i plac&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sa-i asculte tacerea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sa fie EL asa cum este si ATAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Post scriptum: Aceasta postare nu era programata ptr azi.Nici prea curand nu as fi publicat-o. Cu dedicatie Andreei C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Voi continua sa scriu despre oameni pe care-i cunosc(imediat ce am timp sa-mi retusez urmatul post). Si apoi voi continua cu niste intrebari. Imediat ce am timp de retusat si aranjat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pps: Va urma si partea a3-a la anu.&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/1193610155017537547-7707007680399918720?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/7707007680399918720/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=7707007680399918720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/7707007680399918720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/7707007680399918720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-fata-poate-visa-la-un-baiat-care.html' title='O fata poate visa la un  baiat care'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-295766358042595151</id><published>2011-10-17T08:08:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T08:08:45.027+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Uite asa mi-am prajit burta…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mai tii minte prima data cand am plans in somn si te-ai trezit si ai stat si te-ai uitat la mine pentru ca nu stiai ce se intampla? Mai stii cand ai venit la mine si imi masai gleznele si spatele ? Mai stii cand imi tineai o sticla de apa calda pe burta si mi-o schimbai la fiecare 10 minute?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Te vreau nervos. Aici, acum. Mi-am prajit burta si as vrea sa razi ca sunt asa prostuta si usor masochista.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;In timp ce stau cu picioarele pe pereti, ma stramb de durere si vorbesc cu tine pe yahoo ma gandesc cat de bine mi-ar prinde un masaj. Si m-am si epilat. Si parc-ar merge si o plimbare pana la tesco, da-i inchis. Si te-as vrea pe tine aici, sa stai pe scaun si te uiti la mine cum ma foiesc si incerc sa adorm. Si acum imi scartie patu’ si e amuzant ca ma aude Andrea de fiecare data cand ma intorc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Si azi as vrea &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;zilele alea inapoi. Si as vrea sa treaca mai repede ziua. Si as vrea sa pot adormi. Si-mi doresc sa fi fost baiat. Macar o data pe luna urasc sa fiu fata E ziua aia in care mananc 4 ciocolate si nu ma satur. E ziua cand as prefera sa sufar din dragoste. &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;E singura zi din luna in care as prefera sa fiu (de bunavoie) iubita lui Albert Sloman. E ziua aia cand imi ingheata picioarele ingrozitor desi dorm cu noi mei sllipers(care sunt cam de 3 ori mai grosi decat cei pe care i-ai vazut tu ultima data).E ziua aia cand am chef sa fac sport dar nu ma pot da jos din pat. E ziua aia in care am asa mare nevoie de atentia ta.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-295766358042595151?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/295766358042595151/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=295766358042595151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/295766358042595151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/295766358042595151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2011/10/uite-asa-mi-am-prajit-burta.html' title='Uite asa mi-am prajit burta…'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-7633798433788614185</id><published>2011-10-14T10:29:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T10:29:14.382+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Ii merge mintea, dar trebuie impinsa!</title><content type='html'>Lum imi cer scuze ca n-am mai postat de mult timp, dar am fost mega ocupata cu facultatea. Stiu ca vrei sa vezi ce mai e nou, dra pentru aia exista conv private pe yahoo.Ti-am zis ca sunt mandra ca I'm blogging si am pot numi oficial bloger. Ce minunat ma simt, avand in vedere ca pana si in Cv sunt bloger cu acte in regula. Te pup si te las sa te distrezi cu o minunata conversatie intre mine si Andrei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUZZ!!!&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: ba&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: da&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: tu ai sters poza aia de pe fb?&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: care?&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: cu scrisu&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: si comm noastre&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: da&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: dc?&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: :))&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: :-??&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: ca nu vroiam sa vada aia de aia&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: bun ca ai toate maimutele la family si pe sor-ta n-o ai:|&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: :))&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: ca iti e rusine cu mine. Lasa ac stiu eu&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: ba nu :))&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: lasa ...&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: nu et uit&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: vii tu la mine&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: :))&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: gata ti-am trimis cere&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: te trimit la ciufix si la Boo si la camelia&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: acum nu mai vreau eu&amp;gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: :))&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: :))&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: si ciufix nu era iubita ta?:)) ma rog prietena . la varsta ta nu stii ce-i aia iubita. de ce ai pus-o la family?&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: :))&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: =)))&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: dar tu stii ce e ala iubit la varsta ta?:&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: normal. n-am 14 ani.&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: nici eu :))&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: nu stiu ce-i iubit ca &amp;nbsp;verb la trecut .. stiu de iubit ca substantiv&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: ai facut 15?&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: mai am un pic&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: poi?&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: deci e ca si cum as avea 15/:)&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: mai am o saptamana o zi o ora si 10 min&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: tot n-ai voie s ate uiti la filme sub 15 ani. nu mai vb de alea porno &amp;nbsp;la care te uiti tu noaptea cu telecomanda sub patura:)))&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile::)) )&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: eu seara ma uit la desene :))&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: hai ca eu ma culc&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: seara te uiti la desene animate. dar noaptea?&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: acum gata fugi sub patura?:)))&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: e 11 si eu ma culc&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: aaaa...asta e ora ta de culcare?:))&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: esti pedepsit?&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: ia fugi tu si foloseste degetele alea intr-un anumitscop&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: ce s-a intamplat cu intratu' in casa inaintea mea?:)))&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: mama doarme&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: ce scop?&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: nuj&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: typing.altul nu stiu:P&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: eu ma culkc&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: hai mai stai&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: imi place sa vb cu tine&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: :))&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: maine trebuie sa ma trezesc la 8&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: si eu la 7&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: :))&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: continuam maine discutia&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: :))&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: nu maia re farmec&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: nu cont mie imi e somn tare de tot&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: plus ca trebuie sa mananc cevai nainte sa sefaca vineri&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: dar cu ciufix care-i treaba?&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: si n-am primit nicio cerere&amp;gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: nu am pricep sa trimit :"&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: si conv asta o postez on-line pe blog:)) ca e prea mare ptr fb:P&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: dar am trimis&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: :))&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: n-ai trm.poate prm maine&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: ok&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: nb&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: pupa-ma&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: pun pariu ca oe ciufix o pupi de nb&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: vai cum de am uitat&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: :*&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: chiar asa&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: cum ai reusit sa uiti?&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: si hug me&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: bai nu e nimic cu mine si ciufi&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: &amp;gt;:D&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: eeii nu:P&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: lasa ca e secret&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: :-j&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: eu si tot fb-ul va sti pana maine dim:&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: mi-a trm cerere de prietenie dar nu i-am dat accept&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: ca intre fete...cred ac vrea sa stie mai multe despre tine:&amp;gt;:&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: bai nu e nimic cu mine si cu ea domane ~x(&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: v-am vazut eu:&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: cum stateati acolo si vorbeati&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: nu va pupati sa nu va vad eu&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: :-j&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: gata nb&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: ;))&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: nb&amp;gt;:D&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: ca degeaba iti explic ca nu intelegi&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: &amp;nbsp;&amp;gt;:D&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: fratiorul meu iubit si retardat.o greaseala a naturii:P&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: ce hug-uri pe tine&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: si niciun compliment&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: din alea de-ale nostre:&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: :))&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: gata nb&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: miss &amp;nbsp;you. aici nu-mi zice nimeni cat sunt de idioata cand fac ceva bun&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: ca maine am de scris :))&lt;br /&gt;Panaite Roxana: de 10 min zici nb&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile: :))&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Smile has signed out. (10/13/2011 9:01 PM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last message received on 10/13 at 9:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Scz greselile : eu am &amp;nbsp;o problema cu typingul, fartiorul meu in loc sa mearga la scoala sta cu Ciufix dupa scoala:)). Ba, mi-ii dor de tine .Nu-mi place cand esti asa dragut si lingusitor. Erai mai simpatic atunci cand imi spuneai ca mananc cat 3 si ca sunt prea grasa pentru scaunul tau de la comp si ca se rupe patu cu mine si cand, dupa ce ajungeam acasa si umblai in valiza, ma intrebai cand plec inapoi in Anglia. Era dragut sa ne certam si sa ne tachinam. Sper ca toate acele complimente erau glume ieftine de-ale noastre si nu crezi ca-s cat vaca lu' bunicu si alte alea. Noi ne iubim in &amp;nbsp;felul nostru bolnav. Si eu glumesc. Stiu ca-ti merge mintea , dar trebuie s-o impingi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-7633798433788614185?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/7633798433788614185/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=7633798433788614185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/7633798433788614185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/7633798433788614185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2011/10/ii-merge-mintea-dar-trebuie-impinsa.html' title='Ii merge mintea, dar trebuie impinsa!'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-7792964137565543922</id><published>2011-10-03T08:02:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T08:02:23.019+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Trei</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Blogul meu are clar o nota personala. Asa a avut intotdeauna, dar in ultima vremea am cam exagerat cu impartasitul si mi-a placut. Am descoperit despre mine multe , prea multe lucruri pe care nu le stiam, sau nu voiam sa le stiu, le ascundeam sau le negam. A venit momentul sa ies la lumina. Sa-mi recunosc mie cine sunt si ce vreau. MACAR ATAT CAT stiu deste mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Ultimele 3 postari sunt despre 3 oameni care au facut, la un moment dat, parte din viata mea. As prefera sa le pastrez identitatea ascunsa, din bun simt , nu din alte motive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R. a fost pasional. Si mincinos. “He doesn’t do the relationship thing!” E interesant. Pentru un tip care nu este prea into relationships, a fost destul de deepNu m-am englezit, dar imi e mult mai usor sa fiu ironica folosind replicile lui. Cand am plecat i-am dat cadou un superglue. Si el mi-a lasat cadou un mail “I’ll move to New York. Will you come?”. Inca nu i-am raspuns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A aparut la momentul potrivit sa linga niste rani prea adanci, prea dureroase. A plecat la fel de repede cum venise. De sentimente n-a fost timp. Sau ma insel. Am cautat in el ce pierdusem in altul. Si ce-am gasit am iubit. Dar el...nu-mi era de ajuns. Poate pentru ca m-a vrut , iar eu bat mereu in retragere cand cineva ma place sincer pentru ceea ce sunt. Nu multi sunt cei carora le plac chilotii de bumbac, sucul de portocale cu tot cu pulpa, cearceafurile albe de bumbac care miros a lenor, draperiile trase dimineata, si cicatricea mea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi placea ce stiam despre el atunci cand ma mintea.Oarecum mi-a placut imaginea pe care mi-o creeasem despre el. Dar tot asta am urat la el. Imi placea omul care credeam ca este. Si-mi placea ca-mi complimeta lenjeria. Si gropitele din obraz nu erau de lepadat.M-a uibit in felul lui tampit si incalcit. As minti dac-as spune ca mi-a cersit dragostea, dar a incercat sa o cumpere. Si eu nu sunt de vanzare. Din respect pentru mine! Da e ok. Eu sunt bine. As mai fi baut un fresh de portocale cu el, dar pot sa beau si 2 singura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. a fost acolo cand nu aveam nevoie de el, dar a plecat cand aveam cea mai mare nevoie. M-a dezamagit, m-a durut si dupa prea mult timp a trecut. Sa fi fost de ajutor si mutarea lui de acum 3 ani in Canada? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi amintesc uneori de el. Cu drag. Craciunul trecut imi spunea ca isi viziteaza niste prieteni din Londra si ca ar vrea sa ma vada si pe mine. Dar n-am putut sa-i iert tot ce nu mi-a facut. A plecat prea devreme din viata mea. Si tot apare cand imi e lumea maid raga, sa-mi strice toata fericirea. Dinprea multa dragoste pentru mine vreau sa fiu lasata in pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si el mi-a trimis un mail. “Imi pare rau ca nu-ti spun la revedere. E mai bine asa!” Mai bine pentru cine? Atunci am inteles pentru prima data de ce-mi spunea mama mereu, indiferent de situatie :”Ai grija!”. As putea completa :”Ai grija de inima ta, oricand se gaseste un idiot sa-ti f..a sentimentele si sa plece mai departe!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Adevarul e ca uneori vreau sa-l vad, dar apoi imi amintesc si-l vreau disparut. &lt;place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;country-region w:st="on"&gt;Canada&lt;/country-region&gt;&lt;/place&gt; e prea aproape. Si-as vrea uneori sa ma sune, dar nu l-as putea ierta. Nu inca. Sa mai treaca alti&amp;nbsp;4 ani... Si daca m-apuca melancolia e pentru ca ar fi trebuit sa fie acolo si n-a fost...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mai este si I. Ce ar mai fi de zis si nu am tipat-o-n gura mare? Ca m-a ranit? Stiu toti cei care ar trebui sa stie: eu si el. Ca l-am ranit? Cat as vrea sa fie adevarat. Si-am zis sa nu mai doresc raul nimanui. Chiar ii doresc bine, tot binele. Tocmai din acest motiv imi permit sa-i doresc sa-l doara. Altfel n-ar fi fost bine, nu? As vrea sa-si aminteasca de mine cand ii este lumea mai draga. Am fost si eu parte din ea la un moment dat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zilele trecute mi-a zis c-a iubit-o. Pe ea sau pe mine? Si dac-a iubit-o de ce-a plecat? De ce atat de repede? De ce atat de usor?El nu s-a mutat. Nu inca. Si nici nu mi-a lasat vreun mesaj. Dar poate c-as fi vrut. Sa fie cumva din obisnuinta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si dac-as fi stiut ca vreodata va citi i-as mai fi pus cateva intrebari. Mai multe. Dar este timp. Timp sa se trateze de nepasare. Si-atunci am sa-l astept sa-mi aduca florile pe care nu mi le-a adus niciodata si sa ma sa ma duca pe bloc sa vad stelele. N-am putut s-o fac cu altcineva. Nu am putut. Si-am incercat. Si acum il astept pe urmatorul R, care sa linga aceleasi rani nevindecate.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Adu-mi un pahar de apa si dilueaza-l cu putina vodka. Trebuie sa-mi inec gandurile negre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(*)A fost scris in urma cu 6-7 zile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-7792964137565543922?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/7792964137565543922/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=7792964137565543922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/7792964137565543922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/7792964137565543922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2011/10/trei.html' title='Trei'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-6952960811204946597</id><published>2011-09-24T23:42:00.005+12:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T00:13:45.201+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Pentru un om drag sufletului meu,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pogDjjPMQmY/Tn29UuVQrEI/AAAAAAAABew/WsZNPJirpas/s1600/DSCF1052-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pogDjjPMQmY/Tn29UuVQrEI/AAAAAAAABew/WsZNPJirpas/s400/DSCF1052-1.JPG" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Intro: “Atat de mult imi lipsesti”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: (9/22/2010 1:01:30 PM): aseara am dormit cu Adi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: (9/22/2010 1:01:38 PM): si l-am luat in brate si-l strigam pe &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: (9/22/2010 1:01:51 PM): nu stiu daca Adi era treaz,sper ca nu :)):)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: (9/22/2010 1:02:02 PM): ptr ca trageam de el si-ii zicem sa se calmeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: (9/22/2010 1:02:21 PM): si-mi amintesc ca am zis de cel putin 3 ori &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;numele lui&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; si apoi m-am trezit :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: (9/22/2010 1:06:15 PM): ca eu voiam sa dorm pe umarul lui si el nu ma lasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: (9/22/2010 1:06:27 PM): si ii ziceam :”&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Copil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, ce-ai?lasa-ma"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: (9/22/2010 1:06:53 PM): ca eu visam..dormeam ..nu stiu..probabil era starea aceea dintre vis si realitate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: (9/22/2010 1:07:37 PM): si incercam sa-l iau in brate .sa-l apuc de burta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Necunoscut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; (9/22/2010 1:07:44 PM): daca auzea sigur ii zicea mamei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: (9/22/2010 1:08:30 PM): dar dorm cu mana pe sub tricoul &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lui &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;si trageam de tricoul lu' Adi si el mi-a dat cu mana peste mana si atunci m-am trezit. Dar eram constienta de ce spusesem, facusem si ma uitam sa vad daca el este treaz sau a reactionat pentru ca-l sacaiesem eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deschide incet ochii. Soarele-i gadila trupul pe jumatate dezvelit. Ii place. Sau poate nu, Nu stie sigur. Acasa are draperii. Le trage in fiecare seara. Aici, insa nu e acasa. Nu-i place sa se intalneasca cu oricare ar fi el la ea acasa. Daca se cearta vrea sa-si permita luxul de a pleca. E mult mai simplu sa pleci,decat sa-l rogi pe el sa plece. Oricat de frumos i-ai explica, el se va simti dat afara din casa ta,din viata ta. Asta era una din regulile ei nescrise. Si-si respecta principiile chiar mai mult decat tabieturile matinale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se intoarce si-l vede dormind. Ar vrea sa-l pupe.Dar se opreste. Nu se spalase pe dinti. Nici nu putea s-o faca.Spalatul pe dinti e o treaba personala si nu se poate executa cu periuta altuia, chiar daca oricum impartea milioane de microbi cu acel altul. Nu putea sa-i foloseasca si periuta de dinti. Nu era la fel cu a-I purta jeansii intr-o dimineata racoroasa. Prefera sa-l ia in brate. Acela e momentul cand il surprinde zambind.Nu vazuse niciodata ceva mai frumos decat un barbat zambind in somn. Ce mai conteaza ca respiratia ei nu era proaspata? Il saruta si apoi isi pune capul pe umarul lui stang. Se cuibareste incet langa gatul lui. Acolo se simtea protejata. Nu s-a mai simtit asa de prea mult. O incerca sentimentul de apartenenta la ceva. Ii convenea sa fie atunci acolo. A trecut mult prea mult timp de ultima data cand o incercasera aceste senzatii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nici nu mai cunostea sentimentul. Uitase ce este siguranta.. Uitase cat de mult ii placea sa intalneasca o fata cunoscuta dimineata printre cearceafuri. Simtea cat de goala fusese viata ei pana in aceea dimineata.Era hamesita. Flamanda de dragoste, de pasiune si de siguranta. Ii lipseau toate acestea si acum le gasise…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adora ca dimineata cand se trezea sa fie tinuta in brate. Strans. Foarte strans. Atat de strans inca s-o doara. Ii placea sa-si simta sufletul chircit in bratele lui. Ii placea sa-i simta pieptul lipit de spatele ei. Sa-l simta cum respira incet langa urechea ei. Ahh…cat ii mai placea. Ii auzea bataile inimii. Si-l simtea pe el sarutand-o usor pe gat. Astepta cu rabdare ca el sa-si mute buzele pe spatele ei. Gemea incet si apoi se intorcea usor catre el, atat incat sa-l poata saruta, sa-i simta buzele . Cat ii mai placea sa fie langa el dimineata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;El&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ii cunostea dorintele si temerile. Ii stia secretele si gandurile ascunse. Ii accepta caracterul, dar n-o putea intelege. Parca nu erau chiar toate atat de speriate, atat de nehotarate, atat de irascibile . Nu-i pricepea neincrederea si egoismul. Ar fi vrut si el de la ea, dar nu cerea. Si-ar fi dorit atentie, apreciere. De fapt isi dorea cate putin din ce oferea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I se parea atat de incitant sa gaseasca semne inca nevazute de ochii lui pe trupul ei. Sa le afle povestile, sa-i descopere trecutul.Ii saruta fiecare cicatrice in parte, iar ea usor isi intensifica geamatul. Auzind-o cum respira din ce in ce mai rar, mai tare, mai clar il facea sa se simta barbat. Era barbat, dar sentimentul ca e atat de dorit, atat de poftit ii oferea o satisfactie dubla.Ii placea s-o auda cum geme. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geamatul ei incet il facea sa vrea mai mult. Alintul ei de copil mare ii misca toate simturile. Buzele lui isi incepeau drumul cu gatul ei, apoi continuau catre alunita de pe umarul drept, apoi catre clavicula si incet incet mai jos. Cu fiecare miscare ea gemea mai rar, mai clar, mai adanc, mai profund, mai….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In timp ce mainile ei se crispeaza pe marginile patului mainile ,buzele lui isi croiau lent drum pe pielea ei delicata. Dupa respiratia ei usor incetinita si arcuirea spatelui stia ca si ea-l dorea cu disperare. Atunci, acolo era a lui. Simtea ca e a lui, de parca-i furase identitatea si si-o insusise. Pana si el se minuna de simetria senzuala dintre ei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Ei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragostea e dulce la inceput. Intotdeauna a fost asa. La fel cum dezacordurile, nepotrivirile, contradictiile si incompatibilitatile dintre ei erau perfecte ptr acel inceput de poveste. Se regaseau sub cearceafurile albe de bumbac. Dragostea dintre ei era minunata. Parca prea fermecatoare ca sa fie adevarata. Ei stiau ca iubirea e defecta. Sau cel putin stiau ca trebuie sa fie. Nu s-ar fi gandit ca si-a lor ar putea schiopata. Nu tarziu si-au dat seama ca dragostea lor era slaba. Dar era si minunata. Atat de minunata. Parca prea minunata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie sa ai curaj. Iubirea are puterea de-a deschide usa oricarui suflet intemnitat. Il lasi pe celalalt sa se uite inauntrul tau si-ii dai voie sa patrunda incet incet .Il llasi sa-ti stearga suferintele . sa-ti inveseleasca gandurile , sa-ti ingrijeasca durerile, sa-ti linga ranile si sa-ti incalzeasca trupul, sa-ti ghideze spiritul si sa-ti zambeasca dimineata. Il lasi pe altul sa curete mizeria cauzata de fosta mare dragoste. Ii permiti sa te faca sa stralucesti. Ii ingadui sa ocupe locul acum liber. Si afli ca-n final te-a nimicit. Dar cat ti-a placut. Si cum te-ai simtit cand iti saruta fiecare lacrima cursa-n zadar, cand iti mangaia fiecare rana. Si ce bine era cand iti ingrijea sufletul si-ti bandaja inima. Si cat iti mai convenea sa-ti aline durerile si sa-ti risipeasca grijile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ei stiau ca finalul este mistuitor, si ca sufletu’ le va fi pustit. Dar asa e dragostea: dulce la inceput, prea amara la sfarsit. Trebuie sa ai o doza serioasa de nebunie inumana pentru a intelege sublimul acelui sentiment. Alienarea se ia de mana cu dragostea. Cand incepi sa iubesti te smintesti.Apoi esti doar un dement indragostit. Dar e atat de sublim ca merita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I ” Nu merg la facultate la Bucuresti!”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fii convins ca inca se mai intreaba ce ai simtit in acel moment. Aceea secunda in care tot ce ai crezut/sperat/dorit s-a schimbat. Aceea secunda in care si-ar fi dorit sa retraga tot ce spusese. Aceea clipa in care ar fi vrut sa fi continuat sa te minta si sa plece fara a-ti spune “ la revedere!”. Aceea miscare involuntara a ta de a o da la o parte, aceea fractiune de secunda cand a crezut ca o urati, acele minute in care te imbracai si nu-i vorbeai, acele rugaminti si explicatii ar fi fost evitate daca ea ar fi continuat sa-ti ascunda adevarul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milioane de feluri in care ai vrea s-o ranesti. Si mai multe miloane de moduri in care ar vrea sa-ti explice. Nicio clipa nu a intentionat sa fie asa. Dar s-a intamplat. I se putea intampla oricui. Nu si-a propus sa fie asa. De fapt minte: te-a vrut ranit. Dar atunci cand ti-a intalnit privirea si-a dat seama ca oricat de ofensata s-a simtit la un moment dat, nu meritai sa afli asa. A vrut sa doara. Chiar a vrut. Nu stia cand e cazul sa-ti spuna. Astepta momentul potrivit. Era pregatita pentru jigniri si ofense, insa nu pentru privirea omului batut de soarta. A aflat ca nu dezamagirea doare, ci sa stii ca tu esti cel care ai dezamagit. Se pare ca in final a durut-o pe ea mai mult.Ar fi dorit macar sa previna acele stari atat de umane. Ar fi vrut sa-si dezvolte un mecanism de aparare impotriva privirii lui. Si-ar fi dorit sa planga pentru a-si elibera energia, insa nu putea. Era pentru prima data cand isi dorea si incerca din tot sufletul sa planga. O lacrima de i-ar fi cazut…dar nu. Trebuia sa suporte tensiunea aceea ucigatoare. Se voia invingatoare, vindecata de trecut, dar era un alt suflet ranit. Se automutilase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;II “Rani nevindecate”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;El&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;Te iubesc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[…..5 min mai tarziu....]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;El&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Nu e raspunsul pe care-l asteptam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Si ce ai fi vrut sa spun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Nu-ti pot raspunde daca nu simt. Si nici tu nu simti,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;El&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- De unde stii ce simt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-“Te iubesc” implica prea multe promisiuni pe care nu stii daca le poti tine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;El&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Poate , dar e un risc pe care mi-l asum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Si sentimentele mele? Eu nu sunt dispusa sa-mi asum vreun risc. E prea devreme pt “te iubesc”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;El&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Cred ca la inceput iubesti, apoi devine obisnuinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Nu poti spune cuiva te iubesc in dimineata de dupa si chiar sa insemne ceva. Nu in prima dimineata…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;El&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Ne stim de cateva luni, nu de aseara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Poate o alta iti sarea in gat, dar pentru mie e ca si cum mi-ai spune “iubesc sa …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;El&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- “…sa ma trezesc langa tine dimineata”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Nu. Stii bine ce am vrut sa spun si nu m-ai lasat sa termin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;El&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Te iubesc .Si stiu Si stii. Si imi e de ajuns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Oare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;El&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;Mi-a fost greu sa-ti spun. Nici nu stiam daca ar trebui s-o fac.Inteleg ca esti speriata. Dar asta am simtit si mie nu-mi este frica spun “te iubesc”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Perfect. Atunci ar trebui sa-ti fie teama de raspuns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;El&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Nu-ti doresc sa spui “te iubesc” si sa ti se raspunda cu “bine”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Am zis ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Poti sa numeri pe degete fetele carora le-ai spus ca le iubesti?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;El&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Nu. Dar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Nu exista dar…tu spui “te iubesc” oricarei fete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;El&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Dar nu simt asa pentru oricare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Si eu ar trebui sa te cred? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;El&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Daca vrei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Imi chemi un taxi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;El&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Mai stai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Pentru? Sa ma mai iubesti?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;El&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- GT? As? 946?942?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Mai stau…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;III Phone Sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;El: De ce nu spui nimanui unde pleci? De ce nici eu nu pot spune?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ea:Imi place de noi , dar sa stim doar noi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N-a navalit in viata lui. A vrut sa pastreze distanta sa aiba timp si ptr ea.Nu-i voia prietenii in preajma ei.Stia ca ar fi judecat-o. Asta este meseria lor. Intr-un fel ii intelegea. Ar fi facut la fel pentru prietenii ei. Sunt cativa oameni pentru care ar fi mers desculta prin zapada. Si altii pentru care aproape ca s-ar arunca in Dunare desi nu stie sa inoate.&amp;nbsp;Dar prietenii lui nu aveau niciun drept sa-i judece decizile, sa-si dea cu parerea ce fel de om este ea, sa le dea sfaturi. Sau poate ca ar fi crezut de cuviinta sa-i dea sfaturi atata timp cat erau benefice pentru ea.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ei nu au fost acolo cand ea cu-n zambet ii stergea tristetea. N-au fost nici cand el pus cu botu pe labe ii asculta sfaturile. N-au fost nici cand ea-l incuraja sau cand ii lingea ranile. Nu, ei nu au fost acolo. N-au niciun drept sa-i faca lui dreptate. Ei nu au fost in patul lor cand ea plangea de durere, ei n-au fost acolo cand el doar cu o atingere o facea sa se-ndoaie de placere. Ei nu inteleg ca ea a fost acolo cand nimeni altcineva nu era, tinandu-l de mana, spunanadu-i bancuri seci si invatandu-l sa gandeasca corect, obiectiv si frumos despre ceilalti. Prietenii nu stiu cum ii este lui mai bine.Nici ea nu stie. Dar sunt atat de multe secrete pe care le stie, le pastreaza si inca este langa el.Celorlalti le scapa detaliile, privesc doar in ansamblu. Ea a fost langa el cand toate usile-i erau inchise cu zambetul pe buze,ea l-a ascultat cand nu putea spune ce simte,ea a fost acolo sa-l prinda cand toate iluziile si visurile i s-au prabusit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ea chiar intelege temerile prietenilor lui.Si stie ca ei ii vor binele.Si poate-i doare sa-l vada ingandurat. Dar e alegerea lui. El singur este responsabil pentru fericirea lui. Toti ceilalti pot doar sa-si asume ca stiu ce-l face fericit, insa el este singurul care pricepe ce-i aduce bucurie-n suflet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ce daca, el sufera tacit asteptand-o? Si ce daca el este singur si abatut? Si ce daca el o iubeste in absenta? Si ce daca el o doreste cu indarjire? Si ce daca el viseaza continuarea? Si ce daca sufletu-i incatusat?Si ce daca doar amintirile-i mai tin de cald? Si ce daca inima-i pustie si gandu-i la ea? Si ce daca el era pierdut in ganduri si-n amintiri ? Si ce daca se hraneste cu vise moarte? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putea sa aiba si singur grija de sufletul sau…Poate ca sexul la telefon nu-i tine de cald, dar e doar o alternativa. De moment. Poti s-o numesti nebunie temporara, dar el este dispus sa accepte orice optiune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;IV. Pufuleti si pere. Clatitele sunt bonus, iar pizza e la pachet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ar vrea atat de mult sa stea intins pe canapea langa ea. Sa-si puna bratul stang in jurul gatului ei, iar cu mana dreapta sa-i cuprinda talia si s-o traga aproape de el. Sa-i simta respiratia pe gat si sa-l treaca atatia firori cati nu poate ea intelege. Sa se uite din nou la filmul ei preferat, sa o priveasca din cand in cand pe furis si s-o sarute zgomotos de fiecare data cand chicoteste la secventele din film. Ea s-adoarma pe umarul lui cu mult inainte de a se termina filmul si apoi sa se trezeasca si sa se supere nitel ca a lasat-o sa atipeasca. Sa-l certe frumos si apoi s-o impace.Sa-i dea pufuleti, ea sa taca si sa se uita din nou la film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si dimineata sa se trezeasca cu jumatate din ea peste el , sa-i intalneasca privirea, sa-i mangaie spatele, sa-i admire delicatetea, simplitatea, naivitatea, iar ea chicotind la auzul acelor calitati subtile ,sa se inroseasca de sfiala. &lt;br /&gt;Si ar fi vrut timpul-napoi sa poate face tot ce-a facut si ce n-a facut. Se rusina de-acest gand nebun de-a cere timpului iertare . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;V. Sunt doar sentimente care as vrea sa moara maine, sau azi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentele nu mor usor pentru ca se hranesc cu amintiri, dar mor. Cand? Pentru ca a obosit sa-i pese, a obosit s-o doara sufletul, a obosit sa se gandeasca la trecut, a obosit sa incerce sa treaca peste. Nu e nici pe departe atat de simplu cum pare sau cum se spune. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tot ce-au simtit ei si nu s-a consumat la momentul potrivit o macina acum pe ea. Stie ca in urma unui om raman mereu amintiri. Este constienta ca unele dintre ele le va uita. De-ar putea alege pe care sa le uite mai repede. Ar vrea sa i se ofere sansa de a sterge cu buretele cateva momente de pe tabla vietii ei. Bizar este ca nu ar sterge acele clipe dificile, acelea in care era singura sau ii era frica. Ar decide sa stearga tot ce-a fost frumos pentru ca acele amintiri o fac sa se chinuie cel mai mult. Astfel ar face loc noilor sperante, iubiri, visuri. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ar vrea sa gaseasca undeva inauntrul ei curajul si puterea de a ucide acele sentimentele ce uita sa moara. Ar vrea sa nimiceasca dorul, sa distruga toate emotiile si starile acela atat de umane ce-i ingradesc implinirea. E incredibil ce se-ascunde in sufletul unei femei ranite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;VI.Si daca s-a inselat, l-a judecat prea devreme si el chiar a iubit-o? Oare cat l-a durut? Cat a suferit? Cand i-a trecut?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era atat de benefic si de interesant sa aiba indoieli despre ea si sa caute o varianta mai buna a ei. Dar cat de avantajos era sa aiba ezitari in privinta celorlalti? Cat bine ii facea sa se indoiasca de omul cu care isi impartise perna, caruia ii destanuise cele mai adanci frici ale ei, caruia ii povestise cele mai frumoase amintiri?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curiozitatea este o boala incurabila. De ce nu-si pusese aceste intrebari la momentul potrivit? De ce tocmai acum? Putea sa nu aiba incredere in decizia luata atunci? Poate ca el nu a iubit-o, dar a crezut ca o iubeste. Si totusi, cand iubesti pe cineva simti asta prin toti porii tai, te topesti de fericire cand il/o vezi apropiindu-se de tine, tremuri de emotie la fiecare zambet primit, poti sa te inseli si doar sa crezi ca iubesti?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stie sigur ca va trai in aceasta disperare pana va reusi sa-si potoleasca setea de-a afla adevarul. Nevoia de confirmare e vitala. Dar ce ar fi vrut sa auda? De mica avusese nevoie de confirmari, dar stia mereu ce necesitati avea. Acum se indoia.Nu ar fi vrut sa puna intrebari fara sa fie sigura ca ar putea suporta raspunsurile, oricare ar fi aceastea. Oricat de dure. Oricat de crude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate era acum curioasa ptr ca avea nevoie de el. Cata nevoie avea de el langa ea. Uneori,era singurul om in care ar fi avut incredere. Doar cateodata. Si se enerva. Pentru ca in acele momente se simtea atat de neajutorata si ratacita si tradata. Si i-ar ierta si nepasarea, doar de-ar putea sa nu-l mai simta dimineata cum o strange in brate. Se sufoca in sentimente si iluzii. Se sufoca in trairi si amintiri. Obosise sa se intrebe de ce el era atat de minunat cand era al ei si acum este doar… doar al alteia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;VII:” Tu nici macar nu te-ai gandit sa ne impacam”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In naivitatea ei de copil mare stia si accepta ca unui om trebuie sa-i multumim pentru clipele de fericire, sa-i iertam greselile si sa-i zambim frumos de fiecare data cand il intalnim. Sa nu-i aratam cat rau ne-a facut, cat a durut si cat am suferit. Si ea gresise, poate chiar prea des sau prea mult.Si-ii era frica sa se uite-n oglinda si sa-si infrunte greselile, asa ca prefera sa le-ntoarca spatele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideea de a se expune atat de goala in fata lui o speria. Ii era teama sa-si infrunte propriile frici, sa-i spuna lui toate gandurile ei sincere, sa-i povesteasca despre toate noptile in care ar fi vrut sa nu realizeze cat de diferiti sunt, sa-i spuna cat de fericita au facut-o toate bucuriile marunte ,sa-i sopteasca cum la fiecare film inchidea ochii si-si imagina ca el isi pune o mana dupa gatul ei si cealalta mana, care era pe picior, mai sus de genunchi, urca incet in timp ce el o saruta.Ar fi vrut sa rada impreuna de-acest gand, sa-i povesteasca cum adormea la fiecare film si-si dorea sa se trezeasca langa el, nu l-ar fi certat ca a lasat-o sa motaie, voia doar sa i se opreasca respiratia pentru o secunda atunci cand ii zarea ochii mari, negri privind-o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ar fi vrut sa se-ntalneasca si sa-i zambeasca si sa-l imbratiseze. Si asta pentru ca inca-l mai voia inapoi. Dar i-a fost frica pana si de-acest gand. Sa fi fost atunci oare prea tarziu? Caci ii era dor de el, dor de ei, dor de amandoi.Si ar fi vrut sa-i fie si lui dor de ea. Si ar fi vrut sa-si aminteasca de ea asa frumos cum ea-si amintea de el. Si sa-l doara asa de tare cum si pe ea o durea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stia ca oamenii se despart din cauza slabiciunilor. In primul rand din cauza neputintelor lor si apoi ale celuilalt. Sunt prea lasi sa se lase dusi de val, le este teama de iluzii desarte, le este frica sa nu-ntalneasca doar o fericire aparenta. Oamenii sunt prea orgoliosi si-si limiteaza orizontul. Vad vag si doar inainte.Dau dovada de o mandrie retardata care le omoara orice urma de speranta.Ingamfarea ucide lent, prea lent, dar eficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se gandise la impacare.Si-ar fi sperat. Dar nu pricepea de ce a sarutat, si-a mangaiat, si-a facut cu o alta ce facuse atat de frumos cu ea. Cum a putut s-o uite atat de repede? Se simtea tradata, inselata, inlocuita. Si se mintea ca nu-i pasa. Dar o durea. Tradarea i se parea a fi a una dintre cele mai acute dureri pe care le simtise. Lasa urme adanci si-ii deformase imaginea pe care si-o crease despre ea. Se uita in oglinda si se vedea mai putin din toate calitatile pe care crezuse ca le avea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se amagea ca trecusera cele trei zile in care-si permitea sa ofteze dupa el. Dar simtea ca e cantitate neglijenta pentru el. Si se invinuia pentru ca nu putea renunta la obisnuinte si la repere. Si se-nvinuia ca nu avea timp de-ajuns sa se distanteze de el. Si credea ca pamantul e prea mic sa poata sa se-ascunda . Si nici apa nu era indeajuns cat sa spele toate urmele saruturilor lui. Si-ar fi vrut sa-i injunghie umbra, si-ar fi vrut sa-l raneasca, dar cum putea sa faca asta cand tot ce simtea era afectiune. Si i se parerea o nenorocire sa-ti pese de un om. Simtea ca a murit ceva-n ea. Dar voia alt sfarsit pentru povestea ei. Daca ar fi putut alege finalul ar fi ales sa-i fie ei bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Pentru el:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Fii sincer cu tine:Ai iubit-o? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat si-ar dori sa-i spui ca nu ai iubit-o, ca intr-un final nu stii ce-a fost, dar ca indiferent ce-a fost inca mai este. Si-ar vrea sa stie ca din cand in cand, si tu-ti amintesti de ea. Si ca.. si tu-ti doresti la fel de mult ca ea s-o vezi. Nu cu altul. Vrei s-o vezi pentru ca si tie-ti este dor de voi, dor de fericirea mandra pe care-ai incercat-o cand ai sarutat-o pentru prima data, dor de ea alintandu-se, dor de parfumul ei, de vocea ei,de ea langa tine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si tu ai vrea sa stii ca ce-a simtit ea a fost real. Si chiar a fost,dar s-a speriat. Prea tare, prea repede. Poate degeaba. I-a fost teama sa te lase sa patrunzi mai adanc in sufletul ei. I-a fost frica sa nu fie ranita, sa nu-i sfasii inima si sa pleci cu ea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Pentru ea:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Te-ar consola sa stii ca este la fel de singur si nefericit ca tine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu stie ce vrea, dar e convinsa ca ceva trebuie sa se schimbe.Poate ar trebui sa-ntoarca spatele prezentului acesta dulce amarui,caci il simte atat de nedrept cu ea. Timpul este necinstit. Pierdea vremea cu aspiratii si iluzii. De ce nu-si lua destinul in propriile maini? Stia sigur ca vrea sa-l vada. Chiar dorea.Dar a obosit sa spere ca se va intampla. Si daca intentiona si el ,ea ar fi dispusa sa astepte. Si chiar daca viata e prea scurta sa astepti, ea are rabdare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si-ar vrea sa-i dea inapoi toate amintirile.Nu vrea sa schimbe trecutul, vrea doar sa-si aleaga viitorul. Si stie ca nu mai astepti nimic de la ea, dar are nevoie sa-si explice de ce un om e capabil sa stoarca zeama de lamaie pe rana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Doare ma. Doare ca naiba. Si nu l-a iubit. Dar daca-l iubea? Putea s-o doara mai mult de atat? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Ea:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi nici macar nu-i mai plac pufuletii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;El:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…..&lt;br /&gt;&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;&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt; Cu dragoste pentru el si ea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&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;&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;&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;Semneaza Ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-6952960811204946597?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/6952960811204946597/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=6952960811204946597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/6952960811204946597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/6952960811204946597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2011/09/pentru-un-om-drag-sufletului-meu.html' title='Pentru un om drag sufletului meu,'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pogDjjPMQmY/Tn29UuVQrEI/AAAAAAAABew/WsZNPJirpas/s72-c/DSCF1052-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-8847360674274520476</id><published>2011-09-14T23:00:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T23:01:40.441+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex with an ex!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Iti suna telefonul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;…..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nu ai fi crezut ca poti sa ai fluturi in stomac si furnici in varful degetelor&amp;nbsp; doar daca&amp;nbsp; simti un barait in buzunar. Nu credeai sa mai experimentezi balbaitul prea curand. Esti mult prea sigura pe tine azi. Asa pari. Adanc, in sufletul tau, de fiecare data cand telefonul tau marca necunoscuta&amp;nbsp; suna iti doresti sa fie el, dar mereu stii ca nu va fi.Esti realista. Stii ca speranta ne intareste credinta ca unele vise secrete vor deveni realitate. Mai stii si ca&amp;nbsp; speranta este, de multe ori, inselatoare. De prea multe ori.Ai tot sperat , insa ieri a murit si ultima parte din tine care inca mai credea ca &amp;nbsp;te va suna. E mult prea barbat sa fie cel care, dupa atatia ani, recunoaste ca are nevoie de tine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;L-ai suna tu daca ai sti ca fluturi ar zbura prin stomacul lui, dar stii ca tot ce mai are pentru tine sunt cateva cuvinte pe care nici azi &amp;nbsp;nu ar avea curaj sa ti le spuna. Te-ai intrebat de multe ori ce mai face, daca ii este bine si apoi ti-ai amintit ca &amp;nbsp;trebuie sa-i fie bine.Merita sa-i fie bine. Tu esti cea care l-a lasat. Tu l-ai ranit si asta te opreste sa-l suni.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cat iti doresti sa fie vocea lui…Oare ti-ai mai dorit vreodata ceva atat de mult? Ti-ai mai dorit ceva pentru care erai dispusa sa castigi cu orice pret, indiferent de mijloacele folosite? Doar ca de data aceasta e diferit…. nu&amp;nbsp; el te suna, iar tu nu vei avea niciodata curajul sa-i spui ca din prea multa dragoste l-ai parasit. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Din prea multa dragoste pentru tine.&lt;/span&gt; Nu este egoism pur. Este doar atentia pe care ai acordat-o sufletului tau. N-ai vrut sa-l ai ciopartit si suferind. Erai prea tanara pentru a trece prin viata fara o bucata din tine. Asa ca ai decis sa-i ceri inapoi aceea bucata, apoi&amp;nbsp; sa tu si el sa va indreptati in directii diferite. Prea tarziu ai aflat ca aceea era varsta perfecta pentru suflete mutilate . Atunci aveai puterea necesara sa strangi din dinti si sa mergi mai departe. Acum esti prea slaba sa te-ndragostesti. E prea tarziu. Unde este tineretea ta?&amp;nbsp; Prea multe intrebari fara raspuns. E timpul sa-ti infrangi&amp;nbsp; teama si sa-l…. Realizezi ca telefonul inca mai suna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;E prima oara cand simti acel bazait al telefonului&amp;nbsp; fara sa te cutremuri la gandul ca ar putea fi el. Oricum stii ca daca ar fi vrut sa te sune o facea atunci, sau oricand in&amp;nbsp; toti acesti ani . Dar nu a facut-o.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;La capatul celalalt al firului se aude o voce subtire a unei femei, probabil abia trecuta de 20 de ani. Poti simti disperarea in vocea ei. Totodata simteai dispretul si reprosul pentru ca ai distrus singurul lucru pe care-l iubea mai mult decat pe ea. Acel om pe care trebuia sa-l iubesti si tu la un moment dat Acel om al carui suflet l-ai distrus cand ai plecat. Este furioasa pe el. Si pe tine. I-ai furat sansa la fericire. I-ai ucis dorinta de a continua. Dar ti-ai reinviat hotararea de a afla raspunsul acelor intrebari care-ti bantuie gandurile in fiecare noapte… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nu credeai ca-ti vei dori sa-i sari in brate , sa-l strangi , sa-i surprinzi sclipirea din ochi atunci cand te priveste pe ascuns, sa-l vrei cu toata fiinta ta, sa … &amp;nbsp;Credeai ca orice ramasita din voi s-a dus odata cu anii.Ti se parea ca nu mai aveti nimic in comun. Nici macar amintiri, poate doar o fotografie ingalbenita pe care el o tine ascunsa in portofel. Te-ai &amp;nbsp;inselat. Credeai ca fugind de trecut poti fugi si de viitor. Cat ai putut sa te inseli.Ai realizat asta cand te-ai &amp;nbsp;trezit in bratele lui pe o canapea galben pai intre cearceafuri albe si parfumate. Exact asa cum iti plac tie. Cearceafuri botite din bumbac.. Te-a sarutat pe spate, acolo, pe partea stanga, unde stia el ca obisnuia sa-ti placa . Ai simtit aceiasi fiori ca in dimineata in care ai decis sa pleci. Aveai ocazia sa-ti indrepti tot trecutul. I-ai cerut o cana de cafea. Tu nici nu mai bei cafea. Voiai doar sa-ti gadile narile si apoi sa te stranga in brate sa-i poti simti iar mirosul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Era la fel ca-n trecut, doar ca a fost un vis. Alarma care suna, te trezea la realitate, nicidecum nu te trimitea la scoala. Doar mirosul de cafea era adevarat. In bucatarie el, un alt el, iti pregatea cafeaua. Nu stiai ce se va intampla, dar stiai ca trebuie sa-l suni. Solutia tuturor problemelor tale se dovedea a fi sexul cu un ex. Te scapa de depresie, te elibereaza de trecut , te impinge spre un viitor mai linistit si nu-ti da batai de cap. They call it “no strings attached”. And it’s what you really need!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-8847360674274520476?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/8847360674274520476/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=8847360674274520476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/8847360674274520476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/8847360674274520476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2011/09/sex-with-ex.html' title='Sex with an ex!!!'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-7377395772943950132</id><published>2011-09-13T07:34:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T07:45:48.931+12:00</updated><title type='text'>You can fix a broken heart with glue….</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Iti amintesti cand spuneam ca obisnuiesc sa cad din pat? Iti amintesti cand &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;te loveam&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; , te trezeai, ma pupai si adormeai?Iti amintesti cand ti-am tras un pumn in timp ce dormeam? Tu te-ai ridicat si m-ai certat, iar eu nu stiam ce s-a intamplat. Iti amintesti cand eram langa el si te strigam pe tine? Serios, iti amintesti ce-ti spuneam in fiecare seara cand ma puneam sa dorm? Pentru ca eu nu am reusit sa uit raspunsurile pe care le primeam dimineata devreme. Uneori le mai astept. Astept sa-mi clarifici zecile de indoieli pe care inca le mai am,sa-mi raspunzi la zecile de intrebari pe care nu am avut curaj sa le pun. Iti amintesti ce mi-ai spus in ultima dimineata?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nu a trecut mult de atunci, dar ai mai simtit ce-ai simtit in aceea dimineata tarzie, cand iti tremurau mainile de emotie si nu voiai sa-mi dai drumul?Acei fiori de teama si anxietatea care te cuprinsese…aceea senzatie de spatiu gol, acel sentiment ca mergi pe sticla &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;sparta&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; si nu te doare? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;E despre &amp;nbsp;aceea &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;dimineata&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; de sfarsit de noiembrie in care aproape mi-ai oferit singurul lucru la care nu voiai sa renunti. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Aproape&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; nu e de ajuns. Aproape nu este o&lt;b&gt; &lt;u&gt;optiune&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.Nu pentru mine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mai stii cat de mult &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;ma plictisea linistea&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;? Evitam momentele stanjenitoare in care amandoi taceam si priveam sec inspre tavan. Incepeam sa-mi iau oja de pe unghii, iar tu ...tu ma intrebai daca vreau portocale. Niciodata nu am inteles ce cautau portocale intre noi doi si unghiile mele. Te enerva starea mea de plictis total. Nu ma poti descrie ca fiind amuzanta , dar nici anosta . Poate doar atunci cand incepeam sa-mi indepartez oja. Stiai ca nimic nu ajuta atunci cand starturile de oja sareau de pe unghiile mele. Nici portocalele nu ajutau, dar ma gandeam la altceva si apoi...apoi ma &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;gadilai&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;...Nici macar gadilatul nu ajuta. Nu ma gadil. M-am prefacut. Stiam ca e o placere sadica in a gadila pe cineva, si te-am lasat s-o gusti. Nu am jucat teatru. Am fost sincera. Tu chiar ma faceai sa rad.Nici tie nu-ti placea linistea. Nu atunci cand erai singur. Ma sunai dupa-amiaza si ma rugai sa ma agit ca doua jumatati de &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;portocala&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/b&gt;bagate la blender.Simt ca inca-ti mai lipsesc serile in care ne certam, apoi tu, incet incet cedai si ma faceai sa cred ca am dreptate, insa fara sa ma aprobi. Apoi, dupa ce ne linisteam ma intrebai cat dureaza PMS-ul , radeam si apoi te certam. Eram o feminista convinsa si "luptam" pentru dreptul femeilor de a se plange. Iti placea sa ma contrazici. Simteai cum sangele-mi clocotea-n vene.Abia atunci ma luai de mana si-mi spuneai ca am dreptul sa fiu nemultumita, sa fiu suparata, doar daca ma &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;alint&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/b&gt;imediat dupa ce ne certam. Si ne certam.Iti placea. Si mie. Ne complaceam in &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;certuri imaginare&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; si &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;ne era bine&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Dar cand nu ne-a fost noua bine?Poate in prima dimineata din decembrie cand trezit langa o alta. m-ai sunat si m-ai intrebat daca ninge.”Cum sa ninga? a zis ea.” Am inchis cand am auzit-o pe o alta acolo unde ieri fusesem eu. Era normal.Locul acela era al ei acum.Dar nu intelegeam... Ce mai voiai de la sufletul meu? Ce?&amp;nbsp;Atunci mi-am dat seama ca &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;patul meu e prea mare doar pentru mine, dar indiferent cat de mare va fi tu nu vei avea loc.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dragule&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;/b&gt; intotdeauna vor fi altele care te vor iubi. Chiar te vor iubi! Nu vei fi nevoit &amp;nbsp;sa le cersesti iubirea. Vor plange atunci cand vei pleca din viata lor. Nu-ti vor purta camasile si nici nu te vor trimite sa faci baie de fiecare data cand te dai&amp;nbsp; cu prea mult &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;parfum&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/b&gt; Nu te vor pune&amp;nbsp; sa le citesti cartile preferate si nici sa le faci patul dimineata inainte sa pleci.Nu trebuie sa le cumperi reviste&amp;nbsp; si nici nu-ti vor inchide meciul de fotbal pentru ca trebuie sa-si citeasca mail-ul la ora fixa. Oricare ar fi ea nu vei fi nevoit sa o&lt;b&gt; &lt;u&gt;mangai&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/b&gt;pe burta in fiecare seara sa adoarma, nu te va certa de fiecare data cand ii faci un compliment si nu se va supara daca uiti s-o suni.Ele te vor accepta asa cum esti.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;M-ai ranit, dar mi-a trecut . Mi-a trecut cam atunci cand &amp;nbsp;prima zapada s-a topit. Din noi doi ti-a mai ramas &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;parfumul&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; meu pe perna ta. Pe cea albastra. Si mirosul pielii mele adanc impregnat in memorie. Atat. Si mie? Mie mi-a ramas o fraza. Imi e de ajuns.. Si o pastrez doar pentru mine.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-7377395772943950132?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/7377395772943950132/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=7377395772943950132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/7377395772943950132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/7377395772943950132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-can-fix-broken-heart-with-glue.html' title='You can fix a broken heart with glue….'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-5979763147520104993</id><published>2011-09-07T02:46:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T02:46:00.929+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.0pt;"&gt;Cel mai greu este sa te apuci sa faci ceva dupa ce ai luat o bine meritata pauza. Vreau sa cred ca m-am documentat avand in vedere ca in ultimele luni chiar am citit cateva carti foarte interesante din diferite domenii si in momentul de fata as putea sa am o parere justa chiar si in ceea ce priveste politica Romaniei la sfarsitul anilor '90.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.0pt;"&gt;De vreo saptamana tot spun ca "azi" scriu. Nu eram sigura ce inseamna "azi" sau care "azi", dar stiam ca o voi face curand.Adevarul e ca am atat de multe idei, dar nu mai stiu cum sa scriu, cum sa-mi exprim nemultumirile.M-am gandit ca ar fi bine sa incep prin a citi. Reviste. (carti oricum citesc si fara motiv).Nu m-au ajutat .De fapt chiar&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;m-am enervat. Rafoind revistele adunate de mine in decursul anilor 2007-2010 am descoperit zeci de greseli gramaticale. Greseli care nu au scuza.Ma intreb cum poate un redactor-sef cu facultate, master si experienta sa nu vorbeasca/ scrie corect in limba romana? Este normal?Nu as fi asa deranjata daca ar gresi in viata de zi cu zi, daca ar scrie un eseu pe care-l arata prietenilor sau e o lucrare pentru un public restrans , dar cand zeci de mii de oameni iti citesc si rasfoiesc revista ar trebui sa ai putin bun simt sa citesti DOOM-ul macar o data la doua luni. Sunt constienta ca un redactor-sef are cu totul si cu totul alte obligatii: petreceri, deschideri, evenimente, fashion week-uri&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;etc (asta era o ironie) , dar (pe langa aceste evenimente de promovare) trebuie sa fie atent(a) si la continutul,formatul, structura si calitatea editorialelor. Daca tu, in calitate de redactor-sef, nu esti in stare sa te ocupi de corectarea si finisarea articlolelor pe care redactorii/ colaboratorii etc tai le scriu, macar angajeaza un asistent. Sunt multi tineri cu potential care cunosc limba romana, citesc indeajuns de mult incat sa aiba un vocabular bogat si nu se-ncurca in cuvinte mari.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.0pt;"&gt;Noi ne facem probleme de generatia noua. Dar pentru generatiile de inaintea noastra de ce nu-si face nimeni probleme? Cine ne-a dat si noua un exemplu de urmat? Cine? Nu e de judecat cand vezi ca fete de 12-13 ani arata si se comporta cu cel putin 5-7 ani mai “matur”. Societatea in care traim vinde mizerii, chirurgie plastica,sex,&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;promoveaza non-valorile, si arunca la gunoi oamenii cu viziune, cu perspective asupra viitorului. &amp;nbsp;Avand in vedere ca sunt persoane publice care nu stiu sa scrie sau sa vorbeasca fluent si corect din punct de vedere gramatical limba romana , nu avem dreptul sa comentam faptul &amp;nbsp;ca jumatate din tinerii care au sustinut examenul de bacalaureat au picat.(Cand spun persoane publice nu ma refer la Daniela Crudu &amp;amp;co. De exemplu am citit cartea Oanei Pellea-Jurnal. Interesanta, insa am gasit cateva greseli(cele mai multe de ortografie, insa si vreo 2 de gramatica). Si totusi aceasta nu este o justificare pentru cei care au picat. Spun ca nu este nimeni in masura sa-i judece.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.0pt;"&gt;Toti romanii de calitate au emigrat si noi nu facem decat sa-i aratam cu degetul pentru ca au plecat undeva unde munca depusa de ei este apreciata la adevarata valoare. Judecam oamenii , ne facem prime impresii si apoi ii izgonim. Dupa moarte cerem drepturile pentru munca lor si aclamam ca avem romani ce ne-au facut mandri.Sunt atat de multi . Si toti se stabilesc in Vest. E o lume mai buna, o lume care le intelege geniul si le accepta si defectele. Pana la urma ce conteaza ca noi i-am expulzat, ca alte tari i-au adoptat, le-au oferit resursele necesare daca ei au sange de roman? Ce-i al nostru e al nostru.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt; Ne asuman meritele pentru munca lor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 13.0pt;"&gt;Avem pretentii! Si totusi, ne permitem noi sa fim pretentiosi?De ce suntem dezamagiti de generatia 2011 si de notele de la bac?Mi se pare normal sa nu treaca examenul anumite persoane. Cum sa iei 5 si sa nu stii sa desparti in silabe, sau sa faci un mini- &amp;nbsp;eseu pe o anumita tema? In ziua de azi toata lumea se duce la facultate. Diploma de facultate &amp;nbsp;e un accesoriu pe care toti si-l permit. Care mai este farmecul in a-ti pierde timpul tocindu-ti manecile noi camasi ,invatand intr-o biblioteca plina de carti ingalbenite si cu miros specific, daca oricine isi permite luxul de a termina o facultate?De parca &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;diploma de facultate vine la pachet cu o cultura generala din mai multe domenii si cu studii intense intr-un anumit domeniu. Diploma de facultate iti ofera statutul de “om cu studii superioare”.Atat. Prea multi au diploma de facultate si nu au citit cel putin 10 carti de-a lungul vietii. Cati dintre cei care au terminat Psihologia stiu care este contributia lui Freud?&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cati dintre cei care au treminat Finance&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;stiu sa se descurce cu un radical.Cati dintre cei care au terminat Managementul stiu care este rata de inflatie in Romania?.Cati dintre cei care au terminat Relatii internationale/Stiinte politice/Studii politice etc stiu ce contributie a adus J.F Kennedy Americii? Cati din cei ce termina Sociologia stiu care este definitia din dictionar a “sociologiei”? Si intrebarile pot continua. Sunt convinsa ca numarul este infim. Iar multi ar sustine ca nu este necesar sa stii toate acestea. Posibil.Intr-un final, la ce-mi trebuie mie sa stiu ca J.F. Kennedy este primul presedinte care a castigat un premiu Pulitzer?&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt; Multi nu stiu ce este acela un premiu Pulitzer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Intrebare retorica:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.0pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ce satisfactie mai are un proaspat absolvent al unei facultati respectabile, cu putina experienta in domeniu, cu stagii de practica in strainatate , plin de dorinta si cu o viziune noua asupra problemei atunci cand i se spune ca este "supracalificat" pentru un anumit job?&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt; La ce il ajuta toate aceste valori intelectuale , cand societatea promoveaza &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;valorile materiale?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-5979763147520104993?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/5979763147520104993/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=5979763147520104993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/5979763147520104993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/5979763147520104993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2011/09/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-1853769676657335704</id><published>2011-07-14T01:29:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T01:30:04.699+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Vienna</title><content type='html'>"pentru o personalitate verticala,&lt;br /&gt;bine reliefata,&lt;br /&gt;intr-o lume orizontala si&lt;br /&gt;aparent plata,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Vienna:)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La prima vedere ar parea ca nu ma porivesc lumii din care fac parte. Da' nu prea cred in reincarnare sau in viata dupa moarte ori in altele,asa incat sa pot spune ca ma voi potrivi intr-o alta lume,intr-un alt timp,intr-un alt spatiu cu alti oameni.Si ce daca nu ma potrivesc aici?Am sa umblu pana am sa-mi gasesc locul.Si-l voi gasi.Si ma voi potrivi.Voi cauta o lume verticala!! Ma-ntelegi? I have the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xsEBGhbSKVc"&gt;Vienna&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-1853769676657335704?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/1853769676657335704/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=1853769676657335704&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/1853769676657335704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/1853769676657335704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2011/07/pentru-o-personalitate-verticala-bine.html' title='Vienna'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-7968365952099137712</id><published>2011-07-04T22:00:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T22:00:24.202+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Doar al meu</title><content type='html'>Imi place pielea lui infierbantata.Si-a prajit soriciul la soare si acum sufera. Ca un caine plouat.Si dupa ce pun paie pe foc il dau cu crema ptr protectie.Am grija de el. Si el de mine.Imi place ca&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;e dispus sa faca schimb de mancare cu mine, sau si mai grav, sa renunte la a lui ptr mine(chiar daca este infometat). Ador sa ma lase sa-l dau cu crema si sa-l fac sa miroase ca mine. Si mai presus de toate ma ia in brate si ma cara-n spate(pe motiv ca face muschi) . Nu-i asta imaginea perfecta a unui baiat ideal? Ba, cum sa nu. Si-ii al meu! Doar al meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*pamflet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-7968365952099137712?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/7968365952099137712/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=7968365952099137712&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/7968365952099137712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/7968365952099137712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2011/07/doar-al-meu.html' title='Doar al meu'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-3680268857231235147</id><published>2011-06-20T01:55:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T01:59:20.014+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Pusa cu botu' pe labe</title><content type='html'>Dupa&amp;nbsp;6 zile in care,pur si simplu, am cautat o solutie la problemele mele, am descoperit ca nu ma prea pricep sa gasesc solutii, insa stiu cum s-o dau in bara. Mai ales cand e vorba de viitorul meu. Acum ca , datorita lenei mele, mi-am distrus parte din ceea ce consideram a fi viitorul meu, am nevoie de putina liniste. Cam o saptamana, doua, trei. Pana imi ling ranile. Nu pot lasa pe altcineva sa-mi linga ranile.Nu pentru ca as fi orgolioasa ci pentru ca nu exista cineva care s-o poata face la fel de bine ca mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi amintesc de o comparatie intre dragoste si fotbal,sau cel putin asa cred ca era. Eii, bine eu sunt pregatita sa-mi compar viata cu un joc de fotbal. Cat timp mingea a fost in terenul meu, am driblat si m-am jucat singura cu ea. Mare greseala. Cica trebuie sa pasezi. Eu doar mi-am incercat norocul tintind spre poarta. Prea departe, prea neatenta sau cine stie: poate asa trebuia sa fie! Am pierdut mingea, am pierdut si sansa. Acum stau pe margine si ma lamentez. I am not good enough! Sper sa pot macar sa-mi ling ranile in liniste .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timpul le vindeca pe toate. Sper sa fie asa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-3680268857231235147?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/3680268857231235147/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=3680268857231235147&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/3680268857231235147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/3680268857231235147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2011/06/pusa-cu-botu-pe-labe.html' title='Pusa cu botu&apos; pe labe'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-3861848378702424629</id><published>2011-06-12T08:50:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T08:50:05.276+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat ma enerveaza...</title><content type='html'>....cand imi e sila! Adica as putea sa scriu incontinuu despre lucruri care ma fascineaza,care-mi plac,care ma intriga si asa mai departe. E asa amuzant cand mai rasfoiesc si citesc ce am scris anu trecut. Ma bine dispune oarecum naivitatea cu care scriam eu despre lucruri pe care nu le-am testat. Despre amante si relatii dintre tinere domnisoare si domni cu varste de 2-3 ori mai mari. Ma jucam cu presupuneri si cu imaginatia. Si ma intreb:unde a disparut imaginatia mea? Nu stiu sigur daca am avut intr-adevar ceva numit imaginatie, insa clar o picatura de fantezie era.Unde a disparut omul care obisnuiam sa fiu? Vreau sa spun, ca nu mai sunt cum eram si asta se vede. Nu ca m-ar respinge cineva, dar nici nu ma accepta acel cineva pe care-l vreau eu. Oameni pe care-i stiu de-o viata isi pun mana-n cap cand le spun lucruri pe care le fac acum. Sa fie vina mea?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Si ma mai enerveaza inca ceva la mine. Sunt al naibii de delasatoare.Nu lenesa. Nu sunt chiar foarte lenesa, doar ca nu-mi place sa lucrez/invat asa normal ca tot omu'. Pe mine daca nu ma inteapa un cutit in coasta stanga si nu ma apasa termenele limita nici gand sa ma apuc. Sunt lenesa? Nu cred! Doar putin indolenta. Putin, spun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-3861848378702424629?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/3861848378702424629/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=3861848378702424629&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/3861848378702424629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/3861848378702424629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2011/06/cat-ma-enerveaza.html' title='Cat ma enerveaza...'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-6900033317507325961</id><published>2011-06-11T22:46:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T22:46:29.085+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Am plans putin...</title><content type='html'>Azi am ascultat melodia&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_C7SK8DDMGo&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;aceasta&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;si m-am gandit ca e cazul sa ma pensez.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Imi plac le nebunie modelele:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.google.ro/imgres?imgurl=http://img.miresedisperate.ro/img/photo_galleries/0/0/8/856/10491_thumb1.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.miresedisperate.ro/articole/Tendintele-toamnei-in-machiajul-de-seara-si-de-mireasa-679/5.html&amp;amp;usg=__-V4_6bOmUrXWIPINgGq-cnmsiSY=&amp;amp;h=450&amp;amp;w=299&amp;amp;sz=83&amp;amp;hl=ro&amp;amp;start=4&amp;amp;zoom=1&amp;amp;tbnid=dr5-xZJrfgPlEM:&amp;amp;tbnh=127&amp;amp;tbnw=84&amp;amp;ei=skLzTa-SBobRtAa8jKWzBg&amp;amp;prev=/search%3Fq%3Dsprancene%2Bnaturale%26um%3D1%26hl%3Dro%26sa%3DN%26biw%3D1366%26bih%3D641%26tbm%3Disch&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;itbs=1"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;si&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.google.ro/imgres?imgurl=http://img.miresedisperate.ro/img/photo_galleries/0/0/8/856/10493_thumb0.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.miresedisperate.ro/articole/Tendintele-toamnei-in-machiajul-de-seara-si-de-mireasa-679.html&amp;amp;usg=__h8YdQH2tIlxRgqUmmAsmtxMfXCw=&amp;amp;h=200&amp;amp;w=133&amp;amp;sz=21&amp;amp;hl=ro&amp;amp;start=9&amp;amp;zoom=1&amp;amp;tbnid=GEyyHL2Dm2iNuM:&amp;amp;tbnh=104&amp;amp;tbnw=69&amp;amp;ei=skLzTa-SBobRtAa8jKWzBg&amp;amp;prev=/search%3Fq%3Dsprancene%2Bnaturale%26um%3D1%26hl%3Dro%26sa%3DN%26biw%3D1366%26bih%3D641%26tbm%3Disch&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;itbs=1"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;. Dar ptr ca nu am sprancenele deschis ela culoare si nici nu ma gandesc sa le vopsesc am luat decizia sa le pensez. Adevarul e ca nici nu au crescut asa mult. Si astept de 5 luni. 5luni in care nu am mai vazut penseta.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Voaim sa fie putin arcuite.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.google.ro/imgres?imgurl=http://ladiescafe.ro/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/sprancene.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://studiomonolit.cz/zambujal.php%3Fq%3Dsprancene-anastasia%26page%3D2&amp;amp;usg=__gerc9d9yX85i6pIlH41XU-y_f-o=&amp;amp;h=231&amp;amp;w=250&amp;amp;sz=85&amp;amp;hl=ro&amp;amp;start=11&amp;amp;zoom=1&amp;amp;tbnid=l2VOlSZOBWr71M:&amp;amp;tbnh=103&amp;amp;tbnw=111&amp;amp;ei=nUTzTaWPKM7Dswbf4sG5Bg&amp;amp;prev=/search%3Fq%3Dsprancene%2Bnaturale%26um%3D1%26hl%3Dro%26sa%3DN%26biw%3D1366%26bih%3D641%26tbm%3Disch&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;itbs=1"&gt;Arcuite&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;spun. Ii arat pzoe doamnei in cauza. Pardon ca numa' doamna nu era la cati nervi mi-a facut. Si incepe.Pune ceara. Pune iar ceara si continua cu ceara. De ce? Pentru ca-i era sila sa umble cu penseta. Daaa!Sillaaaa! Perfect, Oarecum mi-a convenit ca am suferit mai putin. Adica pui mei, nu m-am mai pensat de 5 luni. 5 luni,spun!Adica juma de viata. E normal sa ma doara. Dupa ce ca m-a mutilat, ptr ca asta mi-a facut mai si tipa la mine ca ce ma smiorcai ca ma doare. Poi, frate cum sa nu ma doara cand n-ai mila. Nu spun sa ai mila, da' fi-r-ar al naibii, fii atenta. Nu-mi pui ceara pe pleoapa mobila , tragi ca tampita si apoi spui:"Te-a durut? Lasa ca n-ai nimic E normal". Normal o fi sa fii tu proasta nu sa ma doara pe mine de toti dracii. Si spun asta ptr ca sunt usor masochista. Imi place durerea. Serios. Imi da o stare de bine cand ma doare. Da' tu femeie proasta ai nevoie de un control la oftalmolog. Ti-l platesc eu. C draga de bine n-ai bani de doctori.Doar sa-ti pui unghii false si sa ma zgarii pe mine.&lt;br /&gt;O vaca, ce pot spune! Restul sinonimelor le gasiti in dictionar (&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://dexonline.ro/"&gt;DEX&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;).&lt;br /&gt;Dar ce fac eu cu sprancenele mele? Mai astept ale 5 luni sa-mi creasca sa se gaseasca alta idioata sa mi le strice. De parca nu ar fi de ajuns. Da nu-i problema, incep sa ma obisnuiesc s afiu inconjurata de oameni ineficieti si inapti. Traim intr-o societate democratica. Eu plang ca si-a batut joc de fata mea si ea zice multumesc ptr tips (ca da, fata draguta, desi i-am zis ca nu-mi place si m-am abitinut sa nu fac o criza tot i-am zis multumesc+ normala atentie care se practica pretutindeni)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-6900033317507325961?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/6900033317507325961/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=6900033317507325961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/6900033317507325961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/6900033317507325961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2011/06/am-plans-putin.html' title='Am plans putin...'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-7959461585183197101</id><published>2011-06-10T05:07:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T05:09:13.147+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Trebuie sa fac pipi!</title><content type='html'>Uite de aia nu-mi place mie facebook-ul. Pentru ca nu pot sa fac pipi fara sa-mi pun pe wall.Sa nu mai vorbim de Twiter. Adica ce sa vorbim? Ca doar am cont:))) Bine ca nu-l folosesc. Nu ca nu vreau, dar nu&amp;nbsp;stiu. Revenind la facebook. Pentru ca ma plictisesc imi petrec o mare parte din timp calare pe fb. Cand spun calare, nu te gandi ca stau chiar pe comp. Doar pierd timpul.Mult prea mult timp. Si vad din ce in ce mai multe prostii. Ca unu altu a luat experimentat la examenul de bac:)) Si iti dai seama cat de special este ca a luat experimentat cand toti de pe lista au luat. Si multe altele asemanatoare. Urmeaza sa vad pe facebook cand se duce unu sa faca pipi. Poate vad mai curand decat ma asteptam. La mine,spun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-7959461585183197101?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/7959461585183197101/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=7959461585183197101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/7959461585183197101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/7959461585183197101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2011/06/trebuie-sa-fac-pipi.html' title='Trebuie sa fac pipi!'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-6055359821930282493</id><published>2011-06-09T08:00:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T08:01:03.389+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Il iubesc, ma!Il iubesc!</title><content type='html'>Azi&amp;nbsp;am zis 'te iubesc!' De mult prea multe ori. Mai des decat am zis-o in toata viata mea. Da-l iubesc, ma! Il iubesc mult! E un dragut si jumatate! Si ma face sa rad. Imi cara mereu lucrurile daca sunt prea grele sau ma plang. Imi spune ca sunt frumoasa asa cum sunt! Imi zambeste si-mi spune ca va dormi la mine. Daca se duce sa manance ma intreaba daca-mi este foame. Se spala pe maini dupa ce merge la toaleta.I-a fost dor de mine.Cum sa nu-l iubesc?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-6055359821930282493?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/6055359821930282493/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=6055359821930282493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/6055359821930282493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/6055359821930282493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2011/06/il-iubesc-mail-iubesc.html' title='Il iubesc, ma!Il iubesc!'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-5282002137951632126</id><published>2011-05-30T10:24:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T10:26:55.206+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Dubbing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 4.8pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Dubbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;is the post-production process of recording and replacing voices on a&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Motion_picture" title="Motion picture"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;motion picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;or television soundtrack subsequent to the original shooting. The term most commonly refers to the substitution of the voices of the actors shown on the screen by those of different performers, who may be speaking a different language. The procedure was sometimes practised in musicals when the actor had an unsatisfactory singing voice, and remains in use to enable the screening of audio-visual material to a mass audience in countries where viewers do not speak the same language as the original performers. "Dubbing" also describes the process of an actor's re-recording lines spoken during filming and which must be replaced to improve audio quality or reflect dialog changes. This process is called&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;automated dialogue replacement&lt;/b&gt;, or&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;ADR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;for short. Music is also dubbed onto a film after editing is completed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 4.8pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Films, videos and sometimes video games are often dubbed into the local&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Language"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;of a foreign market. Dubbing is common in theatrically released film,&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Television_series" title="Television series"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;television series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, cartoons and&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anime"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;anime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;given foreign distribution.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 4.8pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Dubbing is often used to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Language_localization" title="Language localization"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; text-decoration: none;"&gt;localize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;a foreign movie. The new voice track will usually be spoken by a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Voice_artist" title="Voice artist"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; text-decoration: none;"&gt;voice artist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. In many countries, most actors who regularly perform this duty are generally little-known outside of popular circles such as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anime"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; text-decoration: none;"&gt;anime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;fandom, for example, or when their voice has become synonymous with the role or the actor or actress whose voice they usually dub. In the &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;United States&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, many of these actors also employ pseudonyms or go uncredited due to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Screen_Actors_Guild"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Screen Actors Guild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;regulations or a simple desire to dissociate themselves from the role. However, famous local actors can also be hired to perform the dubbing, particularly for comedies and animated movies, as their names are supposed to attract moviegoers, and the entire &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Hollywood&lt;/st1:place&gt; cast may be dubbed by a local cast of similar notoriety.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 4.8pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fKjMhyZNCU8/TeLERnRUZrI/AAAAAAAABek/8cQ7fDYIODM/s1600/Dubbing_films_in_Europe1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fKjMhyZNCU8/TeLERnRUZrI/AAAAAAAABek/8cQ7fDYIODM/s320/Dubbing_films_in_Europe1.png" width="314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 4.8pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: blue; border-bottom-color: black; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: black; border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: black; border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: black; border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; color: black; display: inline-block; font-size: 11px; height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 1px; text-align: center; width: 1.5em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dubbing only for children: Otherwise solely subtitles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ff9900; border-bottom-color: black; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: black; border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: black; border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: black; border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; color: black; display: inline-block; height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 1px; text-align: center; width: 1.5em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mixed areas: Countries using occasionally full-cast dubbing otherwise solely subtitles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow; border-bottom-color: black; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: black; border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: black; border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: black; border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; color: black; display: inline-block; height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 1px; text-align: center; width: 1.5em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Voice-over: Countries using usually one or just a couple of voice actors whereas the original soundtrack persists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: red; border-bottom-color: black; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: black; border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: black; border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: black; border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; color: black; display: inline-block; height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 1px; text-align: center; width: 1.5em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;General dubbing: Countries using exclusively a full-cast dubbing, both for films and for TV series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;a class="image" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Muster_(rot-blaue_Balken).png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0645ad; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Muster (rot-blaue Balken).png" height="11" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/a/a2/Muster_%28rot-blaue_Balken%29.png/15px-Muster_%28rot-blaue_Balken%29.png" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; vertical-align: middle;" width="15" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Countries which produce their own dubbings but often use dubbed versions from another country whose language is sufficiently similar that the local audience understands it easily. (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Belgium" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0645ad; text-decoration: none;" title="Belgium"&gt;Belgium&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slovakia" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #0645ad; text-decoration: none;" title="Slovakia"&gt;Slovakia&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Sursa:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dubbing_(filmmaking)"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px;"&gt;Pe scurt dubbing este un proces de inlocuire a vocilor actorilor de la tv, cu alti performari, care de obicei, vorbesc o alta limba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px;"&gt;Cum am ajuns sa vorbesc despr e"dubbing"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=199448670096215"&gt;Uite asa!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;De ce scriu despre dubbing? In primul rand pentru ca sunt nervoasa pe mine. Avand in vedere ca studiez filmul, am discutat ,in special, si despre dubbing. Ce &amp;nbsp;este, de ce este utilizat si bla bla. Multe lucruri interesante.( de fapt despre marea majortitate am citit eu , in zilele mele bune, cand imi placea sa ma duc la biblioteca si sa stau acolo). Revenind, ma enerveaza ca nu pot sa sustin ori una ori alta. Adica sunt eu ed acord cu dublat filmelor in Romania sau nu?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px;"&gt;In primul rand nu as fi de acord pentru ca am crescut cu subtritari si pentru ca de multe ori snt nevoita sa ma uit la filme fara sonor.Apoi, mi se pare normal sa aud vocea actorilor (cum am mai spus imi place mult George Clooney, inclusiv vocea lui). De multe ori nu este dublat corect, astfel se pierde din inteles. De altfel, cunosc multi oameni care au invatat engleza din filme( chiar si eu am invatat cateva cuvinte de la filme),plus ca-mi amintesc vara in care m-am uitat la telenovele si stiam sa vorbesc (fara a sti gramatica) spaniola.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px;"&gt;Pe de alta parte , daca ar fi dublate filme,mai multi actori ar avea sansa sa se remarce.Pe deasupra asta insemana mai multe locuri de munca. Plus ca intram si noi in rand cu alte tari europene. Desi unii ar sustine ca va creste nivelul de analfabetism, eu nu sunt de acord. Nu invatam din filme sa citim(poate exersam), dar mergem la scoala.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px;"&gt;Problema mea &amp;nbsp;e ca ma contarzic si nu-mi place. Sunt eu de acord sau nu cu dublatul filmelor in romana?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-5282002137951632126?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/5282002137951632126/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=5282002137951632126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/5282002137951632126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/5282002137951632126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2011/05/dubbing.html' title='Dubbing'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fKjMhyZNCU8/TeLERnRUZrI/AAAAAAAABek/8cQ7fDYIODM/s72-c/Dubbing_films_in_Europe1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-2139649573321053005</id><published>2011-05-21T00:58:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T01:00:45.285+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Febra examenelor</title><content type='html'>Pentru ca mai am 3 zile pana la urmatorul examen si pentru ca am auzit ceva ce merita memorat, m-am gandit sa-mi rup 5 minute din timpul de dormit si sa scriu despre ce am auzit azi cand ieseam din sala de examen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Contextul:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cele 3 ore expirasera, fiecare isi cauta "perechea" ( adica pretenasu/pretenasa). Acelasi lucru am intentionat sa-l fac si eu, dar m-am razgandit in timp util pentru ca "stomacu meu urla mai rau ca Niagara". Aveam o foame. Pardon inca mai am. Am frigiderul gol si cine s-ar pune sa-si gateasca ceva? Clar nu eu. Raman la biscuitii cu ciocolata. Plus ca ma grabeam sa ajung acasa. Asa somn imi era.&lt;br /&gt;Sa revin la ce am auzit: "&lt;b&gt;Greu nu pot sa spun ca a fost, dar nu stiam de unde c.c.tu' meu sa incep! Am stat 15 minute sa ma adun&lt;/b&gt;" &amp;nbsp;la care replica celeilalte este: &lt;b&gt;" Si eu!"&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Intrebarea mea: Si tu ce? Si c.c.tu' tau? Asa multi? Nu de alta da intr-o sala de 100 de persoane 2 c.c.ti sunt cam multi, nu credeti fetelor? Adica fara suparare da' de unde vine limbajul acesta? Hey!Ati uitat ca sunteti fete mari.mergeti la facultate. Credeam ca daca acum cititi tratate si manuscrise(in cazul celor care citesc,sau macar articole si e-journale) ati trecut peste faza de cizelare a limbajului.&lt;br /&gt;Uimita? Putin? &amp;nbsp;Imi face intotdeauna placere sa-mi aud limba materna. Nu de alta da' ma bucur ca imi aminteste de ce am plecat(desi in ultima vreme ma intreb adesea de ce nu am ramas eu in Romania;revin cu detalii zilele astea).&lt;br /&gt;Si toate astea cand ma gandeam ca s-ar puteam sa-mi placa sa stau la vara in Romania:cu mancarea facuta de mama, cu dormit pana la 2, late breakfast,pizza la pranz si &amp;nbsp;tequila la cina, alea alea.Greseala!&lt;br /&gt;Uitam the"main reason" pentru care am decis sa plec. (btw, don't worry, revin si cu motivele pentru care am ales asta)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: ma pregatesc sa racesc! Doar spuneam! Nu a ar interesa pe cineva!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-2139649573321053005?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/2139649573321053005/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=2139649573321053005&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/2139649573321053005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/2139649573321053005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2011/05/febra-examenelor.html' title='Febra examenelor'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-4666709242023213486</id><published>2011-05-12T00:44:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-12T00:44:05.053+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who????</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Tahoma, Geneva, 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Nu-i ca la televizor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Tahoma, Geneva, 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Viata bate filmul, tu vrei cel mai tare rol"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Geneva, 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Geneva, 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Sursa:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.versuri.ro/versuri/gdmfmd_guess+who+oriunde+te+duci+stiu+deja.html"&gt;versuri&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Geneva, 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.versuri.ro/versuri/gdmfmd_guess+who+oriunde+te+duci+stiu+deja.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ABaDcrCu7e8"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Am mai spus si altadata ca imi&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/06/vescan-si-guess-who.html"&gt;place&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Guess Who. Si adevarul e ca inca il mai ascult desi a trecut aproape un an de la aceea postare. Imi place muzica, insa mai are de lucrat la videoclipuri. Nu stiu cine i le face, da' mai are mult de lucrat la editat si cutting. Serios ca sta urat treaba la cutting, da' per ansablu imi place. De fapt sunt putin subiectiva pentru ca versurile mi se pat geniale. A 'crescut ' mult de pe vremea cand ascultam&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ejpR1UBXasc&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Eu(Gen)&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;. Aceea a fost si una dintre piesele pe care nu le-am agreat; pentru ca GEN, si-a cam batut joc de GEN, oamenii care, GEN , sunt prea simpli, GEN sa aiba visuri GEN prea mari.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Revenind la&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ABaDcrCu7e8"&gt;Oriunde te duci/Stiu deja&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;, GENial omu' .Da' tot am o curiozitate; cati bani baga intr-un videoclip? Doar de curiozitate.&lt;br /&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/1193610155017537547-4666709242023213486?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/4666709242023213486/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=4666709242023213486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/4666709242023213486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/4666709242023213486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2011/05/guess-who.html' title='Guess who????'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-7439834216376301216</id><published>2011-05-09T01:36:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T01:36:26.623+12:00</updated><title type='text'>MF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Intro:&lt;/div&gt;-De ce nu se intampla lucrurile asa cum le programez eu?&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;-Pentru ca ai avea o viata perfecta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Si cine nu si-ar dori o viata perfecta?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Cum ai mai aprecia tu momentele frumoasa daca ai avea parte numai de noroc?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Pur si simplu. Le-as aprecia!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ideal ar fi sa am parte, nu neaparat de tot ce-mi doresc, dar de tot ce muncesc sa obtin. Okay! Acesta ar fi idealul. Dar ma dispera cand imi propun ceva si nu se intampla. Cum ar fi sa ma pozez cu George Clooney. Da!!!Ma jur (si m-a invatat mama ca nu e &amp;nbsp;frumos sa spui ca te juri) ca il ador. Nu-l iubesc, doamne fereste, doar nu-i&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2011/05/me-and-my-best-friend.html"&gt;visa&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;, da tot imi place. E un om care imbatraneste bine, are sex-appeal si doamne, cat de bine arata. Din ce in ce mai bine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Totul pana la a face poza cu George. My George. S-a stricat aparatul foto. Dar nu din vina lui. Din cauza mea. Eu sunt vinovata. Nu ma pricep la tehnologie. Ma depaseste. Acum am nevoie de un nou aparat si de o noua intalnire cu George. Promit ca nu-mi mai scapi de data aceasta. Telefonul meu, cel pe care-l folosesc sa sun si sa fiu sunata si-a facut, ca de cat, treaba, da' tot sunt nemultumita. Cand am fost eu , vreodata, multumita?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La revedere George! Ne vedem curand. La Hollywood....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-7439834216376301216?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/7439834216376301216/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=7439834216376301216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/7439834216376301216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/7439834216376301216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2011/05/mf.html' title='MF'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-3706085467562541720</id><published>2011-05-06T01:17:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T01:17:45.910+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Uite asa...</title><content type='html'>Masajul la picioare ma excita. Rau de tot. Cel la talpi. Simturile-mi amutesc. Trupul geme de placere si cere mai mult. Sa nu uiti! Data viitoare cand ne vedem sa ma strangi tare tare tare in brate. Ca si cum nu ne-am mai vazut de ani, apoi imi dai drumu incet incet si iar ma strangi. Sa ma strangi pana tip de durere.Pana nu mai pot respira. Atat de dor mi-a fost. Si apoi?! Apoi trecem la masaj. Dupa? Evident!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-3706085467562541720?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/3706085467562541720/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=3706085467562541720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/3706085467562541720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/3706085467562541720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2011/05/uite-asa.html' title='Uite asa...'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-6752424822030448475</id><published>2011-05-06T01:05:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T01:10:33.247+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and my best friend</title><content type='html'>Sunt cateva persoane( vreo 3 pe care le stiu eu), care si-ar dori enorm sa ocupe 'titlul' de my bf( best friend). Aceste persoane sunt frecvent prezente in viata mea (uneori cam prea mult, alteori prea putin, niciodata cand am nevoie). Unde-i problema? Poi, nu exista una. Pur si simplu azi m-am intalnit cu adrevaratul bf, pe care de fericire l-am pupat, mangaiat si iubit cu adevarat. Si serios vorbesc. Desi nu iubesc, iti spun sincer ca pe el il iubesc. Mi-am vandut juma de suflet. Mi-am pierdut 2 neuroni . Mi-am pus nervii la congelator. Mi-am regasit un prieten de &amp;nbsp;mult pierdut. Stii vorba aceea, ' &lt;i&gt;nu stii ce ai pana nu pierzi&lt;/i&gt;', ei, bine...in ultimele 4 sapt, 6 zile si vreo 2 ore( exceptand diferenta de fus orar si data cand a fost scris textul) i-am simtit lipsa si mi-a fost dor, dar un dor disperat. Bine ai revenit!!Bine te-am gasit!!! Promit sa am grija de tine. Stiu ce inseamna sa nu ai un bf:|...awful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Tfx8y8NgZc/TcKfnHqiKuI/AAAAAAAABeI/fncpTdsuIY8/s1600/DSCF1039-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Tfx8y8NgZc/TcKfnHqiKuI/AAAAAAAABeI/fncpTdsuIY8/s640/DSCF1039-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJTII5Gcrso/TcKforPrgRI/AAAAAAAABeM/WToZqqgi1F4/s1600/DSCF1040-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="504" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJTII5Gcrso/TcKforPrgRI/AAAAAAAABeM/WToZqqgi1F4/s640/DSCF1040-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TW8U6j7KdBw/TcKfqLjDYVI/AAAAAAAABeQ/YDowbNBS6ZY/s1600/DSCF1043-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Te-am iubit. Si pe tine. Si pe cel de inaintea ta. V-am iubit pe toti. Si voi? Voi m-ati parasit. M-ati lasat prada bestiilor din lumea larga. Nu sufar. Geloasa? Nici atat. Invidioasa? Pentru ce? Voi ati ales o alta... Alta mai putin buna decat mine. Alta care nu va va oferi niciodata sufletul. Alta care v-a incalzit noptile pe care nu am putut. Aceea alta care v-a parasit pentru un altul mai bun. Cat despre mine...eu , eu sunt bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IBEiK8su7G0/TbSY8U-O3JI/AAAAAAAABeE/ltbdq5lMFPI/s1600/1+%252810%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IBEiK8su7G0/TbSY8U-O3JI/AAAAAAAABeE/ltbdq5lMFPI/s640/1+%252810%2529.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mananc Toffifee la 2 dimineata, nu-mi pasa daca m-am ingrasat sau, daca am uitat intr-o zi sa ma epilez voi purta dresuri si nu am sa-mi fac griji ca am uitat sa ma dau cu crema imediat ce am iesit de la dus. Nu sufar. Serios. Sunt bine. Si urmatorul baiat va fi fericit ca sunt asa cum imi place mie sa fiu. Doar ca el nu se va bucura de aceleasi privilegii de care voi, ceilalti v-ati bucurat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-8707865929869720891?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/8707865929869720891/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=8707865929869720891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/8707865929869720891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/8707865929869720891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-sa-plece-cu-o-bucata-din-inima-ta.html' title='O sa plece cu o bucata din inima ta!'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IBEiK8su7G0/TbSY8U-O3JI/AAAAAAAABeE/ltbdq5lMFPI/s72-c/1+%252810%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-2549327268123265442</id><published>2011-04-24T08:17:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T08:35:41.380+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily quote'/><title type='text'>Daily quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iRGAuNZLxBs/TbMz2dfRwCI/AAAAAAAABeA/NKMucrIWJeg/s1600/citat-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="468" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iRGAuNZLxBs/TbMz2dfRwCI/AAAAAAAABeA/NKMucrIWJeg/s640/citat-1.JPG" width="640" /&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/1193610155017537547-2549327268123265442?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/2549327268123265442/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=2549327268123265442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/2549327268123265442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/2549327268123265442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2011/04/daily-quote_24.html' title='Daily quote'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iRGAuNZLxBs/TbMz2dfRwCI/AAAAAAAABeA/NKMucrIWJeg/s72-c/citat-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-2882089964282841452</id><published>2011-04-24T02:55:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T08:36:06.435+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Sarbatori fericite!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FrbE8CluHFc/TbLnnWnu6XI/AAAAAAAABd8/iXl8C0Ut5pA/s1600/Desktop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FrbE8CluHFc/TbLnnWnu6XI/AAAAAAAABd8/iXl8C0Ut5pA/s640/Desktop.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Va doresc tuturor Sarbatori fericite si sa va stea cozonacul in gat. Daca eu trebuie sa mananc briosa( care btw, e minunata &amp;nbsp;si foarte buna la gust, excelenta, dar daca nu-i facuta de mama sau bunica:-??) macar sa va stea si voua cozonacul in gat. Da ! ! Uite, asa sunt rea ! Si voi ma agasati si imi trimiteti poze cu cozonaci. Ahh ?! Parca vad un cozonac aburid. Ma simt ca-n desert si am vedenii:)), dar la 27 grade ar trebui sa ma simt asa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Va salut, va pup si nu av iubesc,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cu drag si pofte, Roxana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-2882089964282841452?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/2882089964282841452/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=2882089964282841452&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/2882089964282841452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/2882089964282841452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2011/04/sarbatori-fericite.html' title='Sarbatori fericite!!!!'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FrbE8CluHFc/TbLnnWnu6XI/AAAAAAAABd8/iXl8C0Ut5pA/s72-c/Desktop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-3800789158416048289</id><published>2011-04-23T12:17:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T02:43:11.448+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>H&amp;M pentru UNICEF.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g6CndgofZRg/TbIXFs9OOTI/AAAAAAAABd0/4UsmgDxKBxU/s1600/2+%25283%2529-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g6CndgofZRg/TbIXFs9OOTI/AAAAAAAABd0/4UsmgDxKBxU/s640/2+%25283%2529-1.jpg" width="348" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RWtyVzhhEIo/TbIXGQNZPRI/AAAAAAAABd4/pPMIJdmCUnk/s1600/2+%25284%2529-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RWtyVzhhEIo/TbIXGQNZPRI/AAAAAAAABd4/pPMIJdmCUnk/s640/2+%25284%2529-1.jpg" width="338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Legenda:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hm.com/"&gt;H&amp;amp;M&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unicef.org/"&gt;UNICEF&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru cei care nu stiti, iubesc H&amp;amp;M. E unul dinter cei mai buni prieteni ai mei. Si ma doare sufletul ca nu pot sa-l vizitez saptamana asta. Da recuperez eu. Si ne vom spune atat de multe secrete.&lt;br /&gt;Unicef, nu este o dragoste a mea. Nici macar o pasiune. Desi mi-ar fi placut sa fie. Nu am treaba cu Unicef-ul, insa intotdeauna mi-a placut munca de caritate si voluntariatul. &amp;nbsp;H&amp;amp;M ajuta UNICEF. H&amp;amp;M vinde pentru UNICEF. 30% din vanzarea gentii din imagine ajung in contul UNICEF. Geanta costa 3 euro, 2.70 lire sau 12,5 lei. BUY IT and GIVE SOME LOVE! Mesajul este haios, culoarea usor de asortat, daca me intrebati pe mine mereg purtata la orice. pur si simplu o ador. Clar este in top 10 genti! Mai multe poze in curand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-3800789158416048289?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/3800789158416048289/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=3800789158416048289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/3800789158416048289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/3800789158416048289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2011/04/h-pentru-unicef.html' title='H&amp;M pentru UNICEF.'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g6CndgofZRg/TbIXFs9OOTI/AAAAAAAABd0/4UsmgDxKBxU/s72-c/2+%25283%2529-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-1194234817999927041</id><published>2011-04-23T02:35:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T02:38:32.478+12:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily quote'/><title type='text'>Daily quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gkNv34cnoc0/TbGSDuK4HOI/AAAAAAAABdw/hM70skzVulU/s1600/DSCF1003-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="516" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gkNv34cnoc0/TbGSDuK4HOI/AAAAAAAABdw/hM70skzVulU/s640/DSCF1003-2.jpg" width="640" /&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/1193610155017537547-1194234817999927041?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/1194234817999927041/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=1194234817999927041&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/1194234817999927041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/1194234817999927041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2011/04/daily-quote.html' title='Daily quote'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gkNv34cnoc0/TbGSDuK4HOI/AAAAAAAABdw/hM70skzVulU/s72-c/DSCF1003-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-1429843333765793977</id><published>2011-04-10T02:15:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T02:15:35.949+12:00</updated><title type='text'>'Nici macar pe Roxana n-as bate-o, care ma enerveaza!'</title><content type='html'>Explicatii: Roxana sunt eu. Da, chiar eu, am obiceiu prost sa enervez pe toata lumea. Asa imi place mie. Asa am invatat sa ma comport si a inceput sa-mi placa. Niciodata nu am crezut ca as putea enerva pe cineva atat de mult incat sa-si doreasca sa ma bata. Nici macar din dragoste, dar chiar asa? Vrei sa ma bati? Hai sa ne batem! Te provoc!!!&amp;nbsp; Te-am enervat din nou? Perfect!!Ok, am glumit.Ma duc sa dorm!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-1429843333765793977?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/1429843333765793977/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=1429843333765793977&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/1429843333765793977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/1429843333765793977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2011/04/nici-macar-pe-roxana-n-as-bate-o-care.html' title='&apos;Nici macar pe Roxana n-as bate-o, care ma enerveaza!&apos;'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-228600432629706070</id><published>2011-04-09T22:26:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T22:26:56.811+12:00</updated><title type='text'>What about principles?</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A plezni sau a nu plezni.Asta este intrebarea de azi.Nu, nu spun sa pleznesti de nervi(expresie tipica mie). Ma refer la a-ti plezni iubita in public. Nu, nu sa o bati, o pleznesti din dragoste. In mod normal nu m-ar deranja, insa azi m-am trezit cu fata la cearceaf si bosumflata ca un X isi pleznea iubita in timp ce dansau. Nu e o greseala, atata timp cat se intampla in intimitatea dormitorului lor sau oriunde altundeva unde nu au spectatori, dar intr.un loc public sa incepi sa-ti dezbraci mimoza ,intr-adevar nu prea mult, dar destul. M a enerveaza gesturile de mitocan si om prost crescut si nu.mi place sa iau parte la. Dar daca sunt nevoita macar sa-mi vars amarul. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Chiar zilele trecute ma intrebase verisoara mea daca eu scriu mereu cand sunt suparata. Evident am zis da, insa am argumentat ca mai scriu si cand sunt foarte fericita. Azi am ajuns la concluzia ca in ultima vreme nu vad decat partea goala a paharului si nu ma pot abtine sa nu tip ce nu-mi convine. Da' pur si simplu nu mi se pare normal. Mai lipsea s-o f..a acolo (lucru care in momentu de fata nu mi se mai pare deplasat).&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;What about principles?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-228600432629706070?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/228600432629706070/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=228600432629706070&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/228600432629706070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/228600432629706070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-about-principles.html' title='What about principles?'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-1620322008285481792</id><published>2011-04-03T05:25:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T05:25:14.674+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook si alti demoni</title><content type='html'>Am revenit in forta!Azi scriu despre un lcuru care ma enerveaza la culme. A fi sau&amp;nbsp; a nu fi sigle pe facebook? E mai bine sa fii in a relationship sau married sau engaged decat single. Adevaru e ca nu sunt genu care sa-si puna pe FB ca e in a relationship, ptr ca :&lt;br /&gt;*nu intereseaza pe nimeni&lt;br /&gt;*curand ne vom desparti si va trebui sa schimb cu single&lt;br /&gt;*nu impart bucuriile cu oricine(desi am doar oameni pe care-i cunosc la pr pe fb)&lt;br /&gt;*ar fi un subiect de barfa ptr unu-altu care se plictiseste la un moment dat&lt;br /&gt;*nu-mi va sterge nimeni lacrimile cand ma voi desparti (asta daca va fi nevoie)&lt;br /&gt;*pur si simplu nu e&amp;nbsp; genu meu&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Da, alt adevar e ca ma dispera sa vad ca oamenii se despart.Adica ma deprima. Saptamana trecuta o prietena isi pusese pe fb ca e in a relationship. M-am bucurat ptr ea. E genu care sa nu sta prea mult cu un baiat, asa ca m-am gandit eu ,(cap sec,ce-i drept), ca de data asta&amp;nbsp; e serios;ca e pe bune cu cineva si se inteleg, iubesc bla bla. Azi vad pe fb ca e single. Probabil trebuia sa-i dau un 'like', da mie nu-mi place ca&amp;nbsp; e singura; Nu&amp;nbsp; este asta cea mai mare problema a mea, da sincer, chiar ma enerveaza ca lumea isi pune pe fb ca e single sau ca e in a relationship. Mi-am pus si eu odata.It was a fake relationship.A fake boyfriend. Doar ptr fun, da' nu a fost fun. In loc de 'buna, ce faci' eram intrebata:'Cu cine esti intr-o relatie?' .Si prefer s aprimesc atentie ptr ecs unt eu nu ptr persoana cu care sunt.&amp;nbsp;De laudat nu simt nevoia sa ma laud cand sunt intr-o relatie.I mean a real one. Prefer sa pastrez ptr mine certurile. Nu intereseaza pe nimeni viata mea.Da se mai face unu-altu ca e interesat.&lt;br /&gt;Pe de alta parte, eu vad relatiile ca o reclama.Intotdeauna le-am vazut asa.Iar fb-ul este reclama gratuita. Daca esti single pe fb, primesti mai multa atentie din partea sexului opus. But I don't care!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-1620322008285481792?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/1620322008285481792/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=1620322008285481792&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/1620322008285481792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/1620322008285481792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2011/04/facebook-si-alti-demoni.html' title='Facebook si alti demoni'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-1328768769707583234</id><published>2011-04-02T12:17:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T12:17:27.672+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama, nu mint!</title><content type='html'>Zilele acestea ma gandeam cat de dor imi este sa scriu, dar nu am motiv, pardon, nu am despre cine sau ce sa scriu. De cand m-am mutat din Romania (nu definitiv) am din ce in ce mai putine lucruri despre care sa scriu, Despre viata mea amoroasa nu am prea multe lucruri de zis, pardon, lucruri care pot fi facute publice. Despre viata de student nici atat (am o reputatie de pastrat ), despre viata mea in general nu sunt prea multe de zis. Da' azi, 1 aprilie am gasit un motiv destul de bun ca dupa mai bine de o luna sa revin in fata laptopului, sa butonez alandala niste povesti si sa-mi vars amarul!. &lt;br /&gt;Mi-a fost furat portofelul. Partea amuzanta este ca am si simtit cand mi-a fost bagata mana in geanta, am tras geanta si m-am uitat sa vad daca-mi lipseste aparatul foto (care de altfel nu lipsea). Partea trista este ca am ramas fara jumatate de viata, fara jumatate din amintiri...am pierdut carduri,acte, cartele,lentilele si o bratara care conta destul pentru mine.(destul cat sa oftez ca o|un cretin(a) mi-a furat portofelul si s-a ales cu fix nimc, adica pardon cu contravaloarea a 50 lei si un card pe care nu l-a folosit). Partea buna e ca in ciuda acestui neplacut eveniment,care m-a facut sa-mi amintesc cu 'drag' de acasa, de Romania,mama nu e&amp;nbsp; nervoasa. Pardon, nu este azi,1 aprilie nervoasa, ptr ca ea crede ca e o pacaleala. Maaaammmaaaa nu mint!!!!!!!!!! Adi(stiu si trebuie sa-mi citesti blogul ) spune-i mamei ca nu mint...Serios ca trebuie sa ma crezi. Ce vina am eu ca de 1 aprilie s-a gasit careva sa-mi fure portofelul. Ce vina am eu ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-1328768769707583234?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/1328768769707583234/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=1328768769707583234&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/1328768769707583234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/1328768769707583234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2011/04/mama-nu-mint.html' title='Mama, nu mint!'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-279886640521601076</id><published>2011-02-23T02:44:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T02:44:07.824+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Cocluzii</title><content type='html'>Dupa cateva zile de analiza introspectiva am ajuns la urmatoarele concluzii:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*nu trebuie sa ma schimb,insa am s-o fac&lt;br /&gt;*sunt prea impulsiva in anumite momente si prea delasatoare in altele&lt;br /&gt;*imi iubesc prietenii mai mult decat ma iubesc pe mine&lt;br /&gt;*sa nu ma mai scarpin oricat m-ar manca&lt;br /&gt;*incerc sa nu mai ascult opiniile altora&lt;br /&gt;*asa cum zicea ,Andreea,viata mea &amp;nbsp;e la inceput si&amp;nbsp;de acum voi face tot ce trebuie sa fac.&lt;br /&gt;*sunt o prietena buna,prea buna.&lt;br /&gt;*nu-mi place de mine asa,da' ma accept..si e cazul sa ma accepte si ceilalti&lt;br /&gt;*si ce daca sunt imposibila?nu mai bine muncesti ptr imposibil(Sa-l faci posibil) decat sa obtii simplu posibilul?&lt;br /&gt;*am un telefon naspa...da' mie-mi place...&lt;br /&gt;*imi doresc schimbarea mai mult ca orice&lt;br /&gt;*simt ca in ultimul timp am crescut...si am crescut frumos...&lt;br /&gt;*traiesc in prezent,caci viitorul incepe acum...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-279886640521601076?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/279886640521601076/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=279886640521601076&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/279886640521601076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/279886640521601076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2011/02/cocluzii.html' title='Cocluzii'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-8652918544974143010</id><published>2011-02-19T08:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T08:22:47.878+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuvinte frumoase....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tNpLK_ua5X8/TV6H5i8c3JI/AAAAAAAABdM/i7PP1yRh0KA/s1600/Desktop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tNpLK_ua5X8/TV6H5i8c3JI/AAAAAAAABdM/i7PP1yRh0KA/s320/Desktop.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incep prin a-mi cere mii de scuze ca am postat imaginile fara acordul tau,insa sunt atat de fericita incat simt nevoia sa impart cu cineva.Am vorbit cu cativa prieteni si le-am zis ca am primit o felicitare si o scrisoare din Uk,insa simt nevoia sa impart cu toata lumea(ma gandeam sa o pun si pe Fb,am voie?).&lt;br /&gt;Ce-mi place sa fiu flatata...am nevoie sa fiu flatata,azi!Ce cuvinte frumoase mi-ai scris.Ai stiut sa ma "prostesti".You've made my day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-8652918544974143010?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/8652918544974143010/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=8652918544974143010&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-7101916721820018611</id><published>2011-02-17T06:35:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T21:12:12.947+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Made with love....a lot of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pentru ca sunt o ipocrita si nu-mi place VD....adica ideea de a sarbatori ziua indragostitilor ma inhiba.(pana la urma ar trebuie sa fie VD in fiecare zi intr-un cuplu).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pentru ca eu cred ca VD e cea mai ipocrita 'sarbatoare' inventata(ar mai lipi sa fie zi libera) am pregatit aceste 'waffles' aka faguri cu multa,dar foarte multa dragoste.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Le-am mancat singura,insa m-am gandit si la unele persoane(nu le voi enumera pentru ca nu are rost).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qfAlS6PEijk/TVwkWeka6WI/AAAAAAAABcs/eL39QzuJJeo/s1600/Picture+264-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qfAlS6PEijk/TVwkWeka6WI/AAAAAAAABcs/eL39QzuJJeo/s320/Picture+264-1.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3AJ1fwKLxqc/TVwkduZ_SqI/AAAAAAAABcw/6i0MAkt5A_c/s1600/DSCF1046-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EZXkGnWDnSo/TVwkjtdd3OI/AAAAAAAABdE/oWBJ8n91fuw/s320/DSCF1055-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qSReLjqcC-U/TVwkkocPzQI/AAAAAAAABdI/Xcc2ox_F6x8/s1600/DSCF1057-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qSReLjqcC-U/TVwkkocPzQI/AAAAAAAABdI/Xcc2ox_F6x8/s320/DSCF1057-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;﻿PS:Astept sa-mi spuneti cat de bine arata:&amp;gt;:. yammy yammy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Cu modestie,semnat Roxana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-7101916721820018611?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/7101916721820018611/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=7101916721820018611&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/7101916721820018611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/7101916721820018611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2011/02/made-with-lovea-lot-of-love.html' title='Made with love....a lot of love'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qfAlS6PEijk/TVwkWeka6WI/AAAAAAAABcs/eL39QzuJJeo/s72-c/Picture+264-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-549610451252342879</id><published>2011-02-14T03:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T03:22:26.171+11:00</updated><title type='text'>F..king perfect day!</title><content type='html'>Sa ma trezesc dimineata,intr-un pat strain,pe o lenjerie ce miroase a lenor.Cand ma trezesc sa gasecs un zambet linistitor si micul dejun.As vrea sa mananc waffles cu nuttela si cateva fruxte proaspete+ un suc de portocale.M-as trezi,imbraca si am merge pana la o prietena buna.Intre mese stam la o portie de gossip.Bem o cafea si povestim ce am facut: eu acasa si ea pe unde a umblat.Apoi ea pregateste masa(probabil mancam paste sau orez cu legume si carne de pui),eu o ajut la spalat vase.Mancam si glumim pe seama colegului ei de apartament.Apoi mergem in oras sa ne uitam prin magazine.Bem o ciocalata calda vis-a-vis de H&amp;amp;M si apoi ne intoarcem acasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a f..king perfect day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-549610451252342879?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/549610451252342879/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-7813136904475491262</id><published>2011-02-13T01:02:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T01:02:19.912+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Cata scoala ai tu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Context&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Roxana,in Gara de Nord ,Bucuresti,&amp;nbsp;tocmai se pregatea sa plece sper casa.Cu o mega valiza dupa ea,isi facea loc printre oameni in cautarea locului unde urma sa stea.Problema mea e ca din exterior nu era scris si numarul vagonului.ci doar numarul locurilor,si fiecare vagon avea aceleasi locuri.Fiind si prima data cand am mers cu trenul singura mi se parea normal sa gresesc vagonul(ok.imi caut scuze).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Continut:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ea:Ce loc ai domnisoara?&lt;br /&gt;EuNumarul 78.&lt;br /&gt;Ea:Ce vagon?&lt;br /&gt;Eu:Vagonul numarul 2.&lt;br /&gt;Ea:&lt;u&gt;Cata scoala ai tu domnisoara?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu:Cu siguranta mai multa decat dumneavoastra.De ce ma jigniti?Vi se pare normal?Am cerut doar o indicatie.&lt;br /&gt;Ea:Asta este vagonul 6.Misca-te in vagonul2.&lt;br /&gt;Eu:Multumesc!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Concluzii:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Mi se pare ipocrit sa intrebi pe cineva cata scoala are.Nu e problema ta si nici a altcuiva.Mai ales daca esti doamna care vinde ziare in Gara de Nord.Mi se pare normal sa am mai multa scoala decat dumneai,dar asta nu inseammna ca ma apuc s-o intreb.Plus ca poate e mai desteapta decat mine,nu am de unde sti,si tot nu o intreb cat o duce capu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-7813136904475491262?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' 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height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-5834175188051809501</id><published>2011-02-09T14:34:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T14:34:43.398+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Parte din viata mea-n cuvinte.</title><content type='html'>Mi-am propus sa-mi fac o lista de intrebari la care sa raspund anul acesta,si la anul si peste 2 ani si peste 10 si peste 50.In functie de raspunsuri voi vedea cum am evoluat eu de-a lungul timpului.O parte din intrebari sunt oreluate din cartea Mihaelei Radulescu,Niste raspunsuri,pentru ca in oarecare masura asa mi-a venit ideea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Data:20 ianuarie 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Locatia:patul meu...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adresa:Tawney Tower,flat 11,room 11,University of Essex,wivenhoe Park,Colchester,United Kingdom,postcode co4 3sq.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Job:none&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Study:Media,culture&amp;amp;society&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*prin mentionare adresei,le-am raspuns in mod indirect oamenilor(care se intrebau)unde sunt si ce fac..Nu sunt sigura daca era momentul ca dupa mai bine de jumatate de an de stat in Uk sa tip in gura mare,dar ......&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Cine sunt?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Nu stiu.Inca ma descopar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Ce iubesti in momentul de fata?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Imi iubesc ambitiile si dorintele.Imi iubesc prietenii,sentimentele,dorul, si senzatiile.Imi iubesc realizarile.Imi iubesc visurile,chiloteii,Iubesc cartile Mihaele Radulescu.Nu ma iubecs pe mine.Nu inca.Dar lucrez .&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Care sunt din punctul tau de vedere cele mai puternice brand-uri din lume la ora actuala?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;.com .Tot ce are legatura cu .com este puternic,Si totusi in fiecare domeniu exista cate un brand foarte puternic:Chanel,Vogue,Facebook,Apple&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Care este motto-ul tau?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Nu mi-as putea rezuma viata la o singura propozitie.De-a lungul timpului mi-am urmat oarecum telurile dupa anumite filozofii de genul:”Cine lupta poate pierde,Cine nu lupta deja a pierdut” sau “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Pentru cei mai multi dintre noi, marele pericol nu este ca tintim prea sus si nu reusim, ci ca tintim prea jos si reusim:” – Michelangelo sau “Visele devin realitate daca lupti pentru implinirea lor”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 14.25pt; margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 7.5pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Unde te vezi peste cinci ani?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 14.25pt; margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 7.5pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Aici si acolo.Facand una si alta.Mi-as dori sa fac un copil,ptr a&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;fi o mama tanara,insa ma mai gandesc.Glumesc.Asta ar face parte din planurile mele pe 5 ani si totusi glumesc.Sper sa fac ceea ce-mi doresc.Ce-mi voi dori la momentul respectiv.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 14.25pt; margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 7.5pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Cand ai simtit ca parintii tai au fost cu adevarat mandri de tine?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 14.25pt; margin-bottom: 7.5pt; margin-left: .25in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 7.5pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;As vrea sa pot spune zilnic,dar ar fi cam imposibil.Tata?Nu prea-l simt mandru de mine,mai ales acum cu decizia mea de a pleaca.Cu toate acestea stiu ca su fost momente cand a fost.Mama?Am simtit-o in vara.Toata vara.Si acum o simt.E mandra de mine.Ptr ea sunt ca o opera de arta ptr un artist.Sau cel putin asa cred.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Pe cine ai dezamagit cel mai tare?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Pe mine.Zilnic si foarte tare.Ma dezamagesc ptr ca nu fac niciodata ce-mi propun cand imi propun.Ma dezamagesc ptr ca dau gres si ca iau cele mai proaste decizii,pe care ,culmea , nu prea le regret.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Care este cel mai frumos vis pe care l-ai pierdut pe drum?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Am pierdut multe pe drum.De-a lungul timpului am uitat prea multe visuri.Si totusi sunt inca tanara si le-as putea indeplini pe cele pe care-mi doresc cu adevarat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;La ce esti cel mai bun,ce stii sa faci mai bine decat toti oamenii pe care-i cunosti personal?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;La pierdut timpul.Asta stiu sa fac cel mai bina.Daca cineva m-ar plati sa pierd timpul si sa aman lucruri as fi in top 100 Forbes.OOOpsi…si nu exagerez.Chiar pierd mult timp facand nimic.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Cine e iubirea vietii tale?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Am 18.Aproape 19.Cum as putea spune ca am iubit si mi-am gasit iubirea vietii.Stiu sigur,sau vreau sa cred ca sotul meu va fi iubirea vietii mele.Simt si cred asta.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ce crezi ca e cel mai enervant la tine,in ochii celor dragi?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Cum as putea crede eu ca prietenii mei mi-ar spune care e cel mai enervant lucru la mine?Am inteles ca ar fi sinceritatea mea acuta,la care btw lucrez si incerc sa ma tratez din a fi asa ipocrita.(Sau poate faptul ca sunt sincera doar cu anumite persoane.Sa fie separator?Pentru unii)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Care e lucrul cel mai groaznic pe care l-ai face ptr bani?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;As ucide.Vise.Ale mele.Daa..as fi in stare sa-mi uit adevaratele visuri doar ptr bani.In societatea in care traim si suntem invatati sa muncim ptr bani si sa castigam fericire as ucide ptr bani.Nu cred ca as putea omori visele altcuiva.Inca nu.Poate in curand.Dar le-as ucide pe ale mele si as matura cu ele&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;strazi muradre si pustii.As spala canale cu visurile mele.Toate ptr bani.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Cand ai simtit ca ai aratat cel mai bine din toata viata ta?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Intr-o seara.Eu.El.Noi doi.El imi saruta genunchii.Atunci m-am simtit speciala.Frumoasa.Minunata.Admirata.Multumesc!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Care e cel mai prost om pe care-l cunosti?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Cunosc multi oameni prosti.Poate de aia nici nu am prea multi prieteni.Nu as putea numi pe cineva ca fiind cel mai prost om.Eu sunt un om prost.Nu mereu,dar de multe ori sunt.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Care e sunetul care te enerveaza cel mai tare?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Teoretic ma deranjeaza minciuna si ipocrizia.Practic urasc atunci cand 2 metale se ating.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Care a fost cel mai stangenitor moment din viata ta?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Haha…Momente stanjenitoare?Am parte zilnic.Incepand de la faptul ca momentan nu aud prea bine si inteleg chestii aiurea(lucru care poate deveni stanjenitor.Nu am trait prea mult,dar am avut parte de foarte multe momente stanjenitoare.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Care a fost cel mai umilitor moment trait?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Haha…Din dragoste evident.Chiar daca nu mi-am gasit iubirea vietii,am oferit afectiune.Si pana si din aceasta afectiune sincera se nasc momente umilitoare.Adevarul e ca ,in opinia mea,cele mai umilitoare lucruri le facem din dragoste,cand suntem orbi si nu realizam cat de mult gresim .&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ce ai vrea sa schimbi cel mai tare-n viata ta?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Mi-as putea alege alta viata.Dar cum nu pot face asta ma multumesc cu greselile facute.Sunt chiar mandra de unele dintre ele,nu ma credeam capabila sa le fac pe altele,e chiar fascinant sa stiu cat curaj am avut.Cred ca dac-as putea da timpul inapoi si as avea experienta din viitor as face cateva lucruri diferit.Nu multe.Cateva.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Ce nu i-ai putea ierta niciodata omului pe care-l iubesti?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Infidelitatea.Mi-ar fi imposibil sa-i iert minciuna ,inselaciunea si lasitatea,cu alte cuvinte infidelitatea.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Pe cine te bazezi cand ti se intampla o nenorocire?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Pe mine.Ar mai fi cativa prieteni pe care i-as suna in caz de probleme,insa nu as vrea sa-i ingrijorez.Si de multe ori nu as apela la familie.Cred ca mai mult rau le-as face spunadu-le toate problemele mele.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Care e cel mai bun sfat pe care nu l-ai urmat?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Sa invat engleza.Aproximativ 3 ani am fost sfatuita sa ma apuc sa invat engleza si am refuzat.Am sfarsit prin a locui in &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;United Kingdom&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; si evident am invatat engleza.in 3 luni.lol&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Pe cine simti nevoia sa protejezi?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Pe toti oamneii dragi mie.Daca i-as putea feri de suferinte.Mai ales de cele din dragoste.Insa nu pot decat sa fiu alaturi de ei.Si uneori e de ajuns.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Unde te simti cel mai in siguranta?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Acasa.Oriunde ar fi aceasta.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Cine-ti lipseste cel mai tare in acest moment?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Nimeni.Uneori imi lipsesc oamenii pe care-i cunosc,alteori imi lipseste sa-mi fie dor de ei.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Cine te-a influentat cel mai mult pana in acest moment?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Toti cei pe care i-am cunoscut.Indiferent ca au facut parte din viata mea ptr cateva zile sau ani ,mi-au influentat existenta in bine si in rau.Nu pot numi pe cineva care sa ma fi influentat mai mult pentru ca nu cred ca exista.Eu am luat ce am crezut de cuviinta de la fiecare.De la unii am luat ticuri verbale,de la altii calitati,de la cei mai multi defecte,pe altii i-am urmarit atent si mi-am dorit sa nu fac greselile lor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Care a fost primul tau vis implinit?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Hmm.Vis?Copilarie?Pe vremea cand ma jucam cu papusi…nu mai stiu ce-mi doream…in general mi-am indeplinit cam toate visele,desi uneori atunci cand se implineau nici nu le mai numeam vise,sau uitasem de ele,insa in mare visurile mele au devenit realitate,Daca nu,este timp.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ce inventie din acest secol crezi ca are cel mai mare impact in viata ta?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Internetul.Evident si laptopul.I cannot live without my pc and .com .In rest sunt bine fara telefon si fara cuptor cu microunde.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Care a fost cel mai romantic moment din viata ta?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;As fi ipocrita sa spun ca cel mai romantic moment pe care mi-l amintesc acum a fost de fapt,alaturi de un prieten.Dar eu sunt ipocrita si spun.Un prieten pe care-l apreciam mult.Adoram sinceritatea.Mi se pare romantic sa vorbim despre nimicuri si sa fim sinceri.O banca?O noapte calduta de mai?Undeva pe la 4 dimineata vorbind cu o sinceritate dureroasa despre copilariile noastre pierdute.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Cand ai ras ultima data cu adevarat?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Sambata.Eram la EA(prefer sa nu-i dau nume,tocmai ptr ca nu-I place publicitatea gratuita).Discutam despre prajituri.”Stii,ca semestrul trecut cumparam un cheese cake,o imparteam in 4 si-ii dadeam lui Ann o portie in plus?Acum i-as da-n cap ptr o portie”.”Mi-am luat un snikers,dar l-am ascuns bine-n dulap,acolo-n spate”.Dac-ai cunoaste-o ti s-ar parea funny.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Cand ai fost ultima data fericita?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Nu-mi amintesc.Am observat ca suferinta din dragoste ma face fericita.Cred ca prin decembrie.Imi amintesc ca am fost fericita si cand m-am dat cu sania.Fericita am fost de multe ori.Dar cu adevarat fericita nu-mi mai amintesc.Si atunci cand mananc ceva dulce sunt fericita! Shopping-ul ma face,uneori,fericita!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Cand ti-a fost frica?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Azi.Mi-am facut programare la doctor.Sper sa traiesc si dupa.Eventual sper sa si aud.Sa aud mai bine.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Cand te-ai simtit mandra de tine?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Acum cateva zile cand Remus m-a intrebat daca vreau sa ma fac jurnalist ptr ca am talent.Nu a folosit cuvantul talent,dar a zis ca as avea ceva-n sange si sunt buna la asta.M-am simtit mandra ca sunt buna la ceva si mai mult decat orice pentru ca mi-a zis el.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Cand ti-ai dat seama ce vrei sa faci cu viata ta?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Problema e ca inca nu stiu ce vreau sa fac cu viata mea.De-a lungul timpului am vrut sa fiu ceva ce nu cred,in momentul de fata, ca m-ar fi reprezentat.Azi imi doresc sa fiu jurnalist,.Si ieri la fel.Motiv pentru care sunt la facultatea la care sunt,insa nu mai sunt asa sigura de acest lucru.Nu stiu ce va fi peste 3 ani,ce se va schimba-n viata mea ca sa pot spune ce voi face.Si clar ,momentan,nu stiu ce vreau.Still thinking…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ce vei face in urmatoarea vacanta?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ma voi bronza.Stiu ca nu-mi statea mie in fire sa stau la soare etc dar ador culoarea pielii mele bronzate,asa ca-n martie la soare cu mine.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Care e cel mai mare defect al tau?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Obisnuiam sa fiu punctuala,dar viata te-nvata ca e bine nsa mai si intarzii.Asa ca eu m-am obisnuit sa intarzii cu absolut orice.Daca nu lucrez sub presiune parca nu sunt eu.Si daca nu as avea un termen limita nu m-as apuca de treaba.Cred ca din cauza asta am si pierdut multe pe parcursul ultimilor doi ani.Si sunt mult prea indiferenta.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ai calitati?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;Da.Intreaba-mi prietenii.Vor spune numai de bine despre mine.Intreaba-i si de defecte.Vor spune ca nu-i deranjeaza nimic la mine sau ca nu-si dau seama pe moment.Dac-as avea dusmani te-as trimite sa-i intrebi pe ei,Ti-ar spune cu onestie adevarul.Oricum rolul prietenilor este sa te faca sa te simti mai bine.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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cuvinte.'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-2542174151652542585</id><published>2011-02-09T14:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T14:15:03.992+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Teorie</title><content type='html'>Urasc Valentine's Day.Nu am un motiv anume.Dar mi s-a facut greata.De la oboseala.Azi am umblat prin oras pentru ultimele retusuri inainte de a veni acasa.Am obsoit uitandu-ma in magazine.Sa fie oare gelozia?Sau invidia?Da' vin acasa.Sper sa nu fiu singura.Nu,n-am sa fiu.Asa trebuie sa fie.Nu am sarbatorit niciodata pentru ca nu mi se pare(inca) nimic de sarbatorit.Dragostea o poti sarbatori in fiecare zi.Asa si este recomandat.De ce dau sfaturi?Pentru ca teoria o stim &amp;nbsp;toti.Practica?Nu stiu cati pot spune ca au adevarata practica.Dar toti stim cate ceva.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-2542174151652542585?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/2542174151652542585/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=2542174151652542585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/2542174151652542585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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ca am impartit multe de-a lungul timpului,dar nu m-am gandit vreodata sa impartim si microbii.Nu stiu daca m-ar deranja.Ne gandim la un copil ce ar mai conta daca am folosi aceeasi peri murdari ai unei periute de dinti?Nu am avut niciodata curajul sa-ti folosesc periuta de dinti ,desi poate as fi vrut sa ma spal pe dinti dimineata,pentru ca mi se parea un gest&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;prea intim pentru noi.Nu ca nu am fi intimi,dar parca,de la a imparti popcorn-ul si blugii tai pana la periuta de dinti e cam mare pasul. Asa ca ma gandeam,azi spre dimineata,inainte sa plec la munca,specifi doar ma gandeam,sa te parasesc.Cum ai suporta?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;La revedere iubitul meu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-6651270787006681794?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/6651270787006681794/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=6651270787006681794&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/6651270787006681794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/6651270787006681794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2011/01/nota-catre-un-viitor-fost-iubit.html' title='Nota catre un viitor fost iubit,'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-3515835488145744547</id><published>2011-01-05T04:38:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T04:38:27.365+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn me on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Pentru o perioada de vreo 2 luni am fost total pe langa ce este nou,pe langa stiri,sa nu mai vorbim de televizor ptr ca uitasem si cum arata.Melodii?Si ce daca exista youtube daca eu nu-l folosesc asa cum trebuie.E ca si cum ai avea un Blackberry si l-ai folosi doar sa suni si sa fii sunat.Acum sa trecem peste.Am revenit acasa,mi-am revazut televizorul si m-am uitat la zeci de reclame.A scapat vreo una de ochiul meu critic?:)) Nuuuuu.D’aia a ras frate-miu jumatate de ora ca intr-o zi voi fi PR…daaa..n-are voie omu’ sa aiba visuri?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Ce treaba are excitatu’ cu visurile mele?Niciuna.Sau daca ma gandesc mai bine s-ar putea sa aiba. Problema e ca am observat ca lumea-si face reclama pe baza acestui ‘amazing’ excitat.Din ce in ce mai multe melodii care au ca titlu”turn me on” sau macar un vers,din ce in ce mai multe videoclipuri cu fete excitate si din ce in ce mai mult aud despre “horny”.Oameni buni in ziua de azi vindem doar sex?Si peste 10 ani ce vom vinde?Si copii nostri ce vor cumpara?Sau nu va pasa?Sex?La asta se rezuma totul?La fete ‘horny’ si la baieti care vor sa fie ‘turned on’?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;In mai putin de 2 ore am auzit 3 melodii numite “turn me on” sau cel putin contineau&amp;nbsp; expresia…chiar asta e doar ce vreti?Si daca asta e doar ce vreti trebuie sa tipati in gura mare?Na…ca si eu vreau sa fiu “turned on”,da’ daca nu se poate tac si inghit…astept… de ce nu asteptati si voi?Nu-i lunga asteptarea...se gaseste careva sa va satisfaca nevoile…believe me…da’ nu-mi mai inundati mie auzul si poluati vederea cu fete dezbracate(de-ar fi baieti,macar),scotand sunete bizare(ce ar trebui sa ramana in dormitoarele lor).Punct!!!Incetati!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;A zis Roxana.&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/1193610155017537547-3515835488145744547?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/3515835488145744547/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=3515835488145744547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/3515835488145744547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/3515835488145744547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2011/01/turn-me-on.html' title='Turn me on...'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-1195079097414235965</id><published>2011-01-01T23:07:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T23:07:38.979+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A fost...</title><content type='html'>M-am trezit cu un zambet tamp dimineata si mi-am dat seama ca mi-am trecut.Ma simt atat de eliberata de acest moft.Ma simt fericita sa stiu ca a fost candva,insa a trecut.Nu ma doare.Am sa continui sa-ti zambesc,sa-ti dau palme,probabil vom mai manca pufuleti impreuna si poate am sa vin intr-o zi sa-ti povestesc iubirile mele secrete,poate asa vei face si tu si sper sa pastram amandoi amintirile momentelor noastre de glorie.&lt;br /&gt;La anu vom&amp;nbsp;fi amandoi impreuna,insa separat.Daaa!Tu cu ale tale,eu cu ai mei ,insa vom fi tot noi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multumesc!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-1195079097414235965?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/1195079097414235965/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=1195079097414235965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/1195079097414235965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/1195079097414235965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2011/01/fost.html' title='A fost...'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-6459739161460466139</id><published>2011-01-01T02:57:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T23:09:53.575+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa nu uiti ca au fost sentimente,candva!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nu te pot intelege.Oricat as vrea nu te pot intelege…Incerc.Imi dau silinta si o fac in zadar.Te vad cum ma privesti,te vad cum imi zambesti,stiu ca e mai mult decat prietenia pe care mi-o arati,dar nu inteleg de ce&amp;nbsp; nu faci ceva.Nu stiu daca te mai vreau inapoi.Nici macar nu stiu daca vreodata am simtit cu adevarat ceva ptr tine sau ai fost ,asa cum tu singur ai spus,o obsesie,sau poate totusi ai fost un moft.Te vad cum suferi.Ma minti ca-ti este bine,dar te cunosc.Te duci in bratele alteia sa uiti de mine?Nu vei reusi.Daca vei gasi alta mai tocilara ca mine si ma ‘batman’ decat mine iti doresc tot binele din lume.Cu ea sau fara ea.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stii,eu cred ca-ti este frica de ceea ce simti,iti este atat de&amp;nbsp; frica incat&amp;nbsp; nu vrei sa accepti realitatea.Oare iti este greu?Sau poate-ti este frica si de viitor?Stii ce nu inteleg eu?De ce alegi mereu calea cea mai usoara?Daaa…e mai simplu…dar stii ca lucrurile ptr care te straduiesti merita mai mult?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Si vreau sa mai stii ceva…cel mai tare ma doare ca esti singura persoana alaturi de care am avut curaj.Dar ce mai conteaza acum?Am atat de multe de oferit si de primit ca nu pot sa-ti ofer decat un zambet si sper sa-mi raspunzi.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;La anu?La anu-mi va fi bine.Sper.Cu sau fara tine-n viata mea!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Candva ai vrut sa scriu despre tine,despre noi.Dragul meu,asta este pentru tine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/1193610155017537547-6459739161460466139?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-5793506142809782108</id><published>2010-12-26T02:58:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T02:58:47.833+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Si-am zis ca voi primi fix nimic</title><content type='html'>Off,mosule.Asa-i ca ai uitat de mine?Am incercat eu sa fiu asa,mai rautacioasa in ultima vreme,dar nu prea mi-a iesit.Eu chiar am fost un copil cuminte.De ec am primit doar o scrisoare?Si .mosule,nu stiam ca tu folosesti cuvinte ca:"ciuciu" si "pupi nimic"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oyUtU1FWzHA/TRYUfSVLvYI/AAAAAAAABbg/ncUpXBBByc8/s1600/DSCF1012-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="106" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oyUtU1FWzHA/TRYUfSVLvYI/AAAAAAAABbg/ncUpXBBByc8/s320/DSCF1012-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyUtU1FWzHA/TRYUf3nrtDI/AAAAAAAABbk/9DRUeLGkgMg/s1600/DSCF1012-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="48" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyUtU1FWzHA/TRYUf3nrtDI/AAAAAAAABbk/9DRUeLGkgMg/s320/DSCF1012-2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyUtU1FWzHA/TRYUh9-p91I/AAAAAAAABbo/gtHOQe8cL6s/s1600/DSCF1012-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="50" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyUtU1FWzHA/TRYUh9-p91I/AAAAAAAABbo/gtHOQe8cL6s/s320/DSCF1012-3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyUtU1FWzHA/TRYUiMurOuI/AAAAAAAABbs/odT4C3YQYcs/s1600/DSCF1012-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="185" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyUtU1FWzHA/TRYUiMurOuI/AAAAAAAABbs/odT4C3YQYcs/s320/DSCF1012-4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Multumesc,mosule!Te astept la anu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-5793506142809782108?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/5793506142809782108/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=5793506142809782108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/5793506142809782108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/5793506142809782108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/12/si-am-zis-ca-voi-primi-fix-nimic.html' title='Si-am zis ca voi primi fix nimic'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oyUtU1FWzHA/TRYUfSVLvYI/AAAAAAAABbg/ncUpXBBByc8/s72-c/DSCF1012-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-8837758944520587903</id><published>2010-12-22T03:10:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T03:30:28.469+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My American dream</title><content type='html'>Daaaa!!Am si eu un vis american.Dar,despre aceste vise se spune ca trebuie sa muncesti ptr a ti le indeplini.Ce vreau eu?Mi-as dori sa dispara Crcaiunul.Doar anul acesta.Cum as putea anula Craciunul ?De ce nu vreau Craciun?Pentru ca n-am cumparat cadouri...Sa nu ma-ntrebati de cadouri.Ce v-am adus si bla bla ca am fix nimic.Poate am sa cumpar dupa Craciun:)):))...dar ce farmec ar mai avea? Ma mai gandesc si voi vedea:)):)) Problema cea mai mare e ca nici nu stiu ce sa cumpar...intotdeauna mi s-a parut deprimant Craciunul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps:aveam si eu o lista ptr Mos dar nu stiu dac-am s-o mai public:)) Nu am fost eu prea cuminte si...to be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-8837758944520587903?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/8837758944520587903/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=8837758944520587903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/8837758944520587903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/8837758944520587903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-american-dream.html' title='My American dream'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-7884825378210660560</id><published>2010-12-15T05:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T05:10:02.617+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends with benefits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; De fapt friends with benefits nu inseamna in niciun caz prieteni pe interes.Nu e foarte departe de adevar,dar in niciun caz nu inseamna ce am vrut eu sa insemne.Adnana(aka Nana) ma sfatuise sa am grija cui spun ca vreau sa fim “friend with benefits” ptr ca in traducere libera inseamna :”ne fu.em fara sa complicatii “,cu alte cuvinte e despre placere si atat/…fara sentimente,fara relatii..Totusi ,daca nu voi scrie despre cum i-am zis eu lu X ca vreau sa&amp;nbsp; fim friends with benefits(inainte sa stiu ce inseamna cua devarat) de ce se numeste titlul asa?Pentru ca daca nu ma fu.i la propriu nu inseamna ca e greu sa-mi fu.i sentimentele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Asa,revenind la prieteni…Ma dispera cand ma baga cineva in seama doar ptr a-mi cere ceva.Chiar cred ca am undeva prin pc (intr-un folder ascuns) protofoliul la filo,dar nu vreau sa ti-l dau.Adica imi e sila sa-l caut.ma apasa deadline-ul(si totusi mi-am facut timp sa scriu pe blog) si m-a disperat abordarea.Auzi,ai…? Macar un buna,ce faci…Si totusi apreciez sinceritatea…doar o apreciez.Atat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Brusc am inceput sa rad.Imi amintesc ca anu trecut pe vremea asta scriam pe blog despre tine in cu totul alta maniera,dar nu-i&amp;nbsp; problema iti fac reclama.Atata timp cat se vorbeste de tine inca esti o persoana populara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Sa revin,din nou.Cred ca e si obositor acest “revenind”.Nu-mi pasa.Ideea e sa nu ma mai bagati in seama &amp;nbsp;sa-mi cereti ceva daca in ultimele 30 zile nu m-ati salutat ,pe mess,evident. Ptr ca desi am,desi pot sa va ajut,nu o voi face.Asa ca,inainte de a-mi cere ceva,consulta-ti arhiva si vezi cand am vorbit ultima data.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bine-am revenit.Nu v-am lipsit?:”&amp;gt; Stiam eu ca v-a fosr dor de mine:&amp;gt;..stiam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-7884825378210660560?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/7884825378210660560/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=7884825378210660560&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/7884825378210660560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/7884825378210660560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/12/friends-with-benefits.html' title='Friends with benefits'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-4783094612524539088</id><published>2010-12-05T12:03:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T12:06:23.082+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Am ales la intamplare 2 videoclipuri romanesti.Bine,nu chiar la intamplare,ci am ales doua care mi-au atras atentia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Unul imi place si unul nu-mi place.Ati auzit de Deliric?Eu una nu.Pana saptamana trecuta.Sau pana acum doua saptamani.Intrasem pe blog-ul lui Ndn ca sa vad ce mai e nou si am ales,evident la intamplare,o melodie .De fapt era prima:”&amp;gt;si am dat click.Am ascultat-o.O data,de doua ori,de trei ori..awesome…il intreb daca-mi da voie sa scriu si eu despre Deliric si a zis ca da.Ok.Ce pot spune despre el?Nimic.Ce pot spune despre muzica lui?Nimic.Ce pot spune despre acest videoclip?Multe.Mi-a placut.Si desi Romania e ‘tarata –n noroi’ imi place atat de mult.Cred ca e unul dintre cele mai bune videoclip-uri pe care le-am vazut in Romania pana la ora actuala.(pentru acest gen de muzica).Asa ar mai fi cateva(care evident nu sunt regizate de romani) de buna calitate.Momentan imi amintesc de Claudia Pavel si al ei Just a little bit sau de Corina ori Loredana.Da cele din urma sunt adevarate fashion icon-uri si ma fac sa fiu oarecum mandra ca sunt romanca.(si faptul ca pot deschide o conserva cu un cutit&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;)asta e alta poveste).Si Dan Balan avea&amp;nbsp; intr-un timp videoclip-uri de calitate.Nu extraordinare,dar era ceva diferit pentru piata din Romania.Motiv pentru care m-a dezamagit complet ultimul lui videoclip.Si penultimul.Conteaza pentru el ca m-a dezamagit pe mine?Nu…Nici macar ptr mine nu conteaza.Incepand cu ideea care e tampita(si exceptand chilotii primelor doua fete ‘omorate’ care-mi plac la nebunie..chilotii evident) ,cadrele prost filmate si faptul ca ar trebuit sa investeasca in niste actrite bune,sau macar intr-un regizor care sa ascunda senzatia de fake,tot videoclip-ul mi se pare de mana a doua .It is cheap!!Miscarile si gesturile fetelor sunt ieftine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;songs&lt;/u&gt;:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kBBiuhP-YaM"&gt;Deliric&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W5V_eePrN8s"&gt;Dan Balan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ps:este scris acum aproximativ 2-3 saptamani,poate chiar o luna,dar mi-a fost sila sa-l postez&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;pps:nu sunt profesionist in domeniu,dar lucrez la asta...printre altele studiez si film..si sunt oarecum mandra de mine:X&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-4783094612524539088?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/4783094612524539088/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=4783094612524539088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/4783094612524539088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/4783094612524539088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/12/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-2745132961540210338</id><published>2010-12-01T09:56:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T09:56:58.562+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Urari...</title><content type='html'>La multi ani ,Andreea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-2745132961540210338?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/2745132961540210338/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=2745132961540210338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/2745132961540210338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/2745132961540210338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/12/urari.html' title='Urari...'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-1751829851893789520</id><published>2010-12-01T09:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T09:53:55.192+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid song</title><content type='html'>Yeee yeeee!!!Am un an:)) Lma mie:"&amp;gt;...ar trebui sa mi se cante&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dkej_38QwFI"&gt;lma&lt;/a&gt;. Ne mai auzim si la anu:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps:in week-end scriu despre Romania.Cum credeati ca ratez eu asa subiect.Doar ca trebuie sa ma gandesc despre ce anume sa scriu:)).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-1751829851893789520?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/1751829851893789520/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=1751829851893789520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/1751829851893789520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/1751829851893789520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/12/stupid-song.html' title='Stupid song'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-1712492634041752129</id><published>2010-11-28T08:04:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T08:04:39.460+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Cu sufletul la gura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p4WbwGdJgzE&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cu sufletul la gura&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ce vrei tu de la mine?Asta as vrea eu sa stiu.Mi-ar placea ca baiatul/barbatul care va face parte(la un moment dat) din viata mea sa-mi spuna:draga mea,urasc cand faci aia;draga mea imi place la nebunie cand zici aia;iubita mea,nu-mi place cand nu vrei sa faci aia si cealalta.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Da,dragul meu...zi-mi ce vreu de la sufletul meu.Nu pot ghici ce te face fericit,nici ce te enerveaza.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multumesc celui care mi-a dat link-ul de youtube;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-1712492634041752129?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/1712492634041752129/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=1712492634041752129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/1712492634041752129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/1712492634041752129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/11/cu-sufletul-la-gura.html' title='Cu sufletul la gura'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-3491890967461955244</id><published>2010-11-25T05:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T05:00:01.584+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Granny mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;De cand suntem la uni,toti ,vrand-nevrand invatam sa gatim.Ne place sau nu,o facem.Ca unii reusim sa aruncam in aer blocul,ca reusim sa dam foc colegului de apartament,ca izbuti sa ne vedem sfarsitul in fum,ca se intampla sa se mai arda mancarea,chiar mereu,asta nu-i o problema.Toate au un inceput.!Si viata de student e inceputul a ceva:a statului la cratita.Da,domnisoarelor,e momentul in care ne obisnuim sa stam la cratita.Si eu o fac chiar bine.Inca n-am aruncat nimic in aer,n-am dat foc nimanui si nu am ars mancarea.Sunt chiar mandra de mine.Problema e ca nu ma omor cu gatitul.Nu-mi place,nu vreau sa invat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-3491890967461955244?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/3491890967461955244/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=3491890967461955244&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/3491890967461955244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/3491890967461955244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/11/granny-mood.html' title='Granny mood'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-3765176669929622561</id><published>2010-11-21T09:12:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T08:55:19.601+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Review-ul unui sfert de veac...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Acasa.Ce inseamna acasa?Daca&amp;nbsp; nu ma insel (si nu ma insel)asa s-a numit si primul meu post.A trecut aproape un an de atunci.Un an in care am invatat atat de multe.Azi mi-am facut un "review" al ultimului an si am ajuns la urmatoarea concluzie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am invatat ca daca nu spui oamenilor pe care-i iubesti ca-i iubesti e posibil sa nu o mai poti face(&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/08/atentiepost-foarte-foarte.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am invatat ca intotdeauna&amp;nbsp; e loc ptr vise si ca visele ne fac neinvincibili( &lt;a href="http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2009/12/atunci-cand-nimic-se-transforma-in.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am invatat ca unele lucruri e prea tarziu sa le faci &lt;st1:state w:st="on"&gt;maine&lt;/st1:state&gt;(&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/10/de-maine-e-primul-pas-spre-esec.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am invatat ca vreau sa iubesc,dar nu am timp( &lt;a href="http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/10/pentru-tinedragul-meu.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am invatat ca daca vrei sa primesti trebuie sa oferi( &lt;a href="http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-could-i-offer.html"&gt;aici &lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;si &lt;a href="http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/11/list.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am invatat ca facebook-ul poate crea dependenta si &amp;nbsp;totusi este necesar(&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/11/facebook.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am invatat ca oamenii care-ti spun ca te plac iti inveselesc ziua( &lt;a href="http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-like-you.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am invatat ca intotdeauna poate fi mai rau(&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/10/poate-fi-ceva-mai-rau.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am invatat ca durerile sufletesti sunt mai crunte decat cele fizice( &lt;a href="http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/10/nu-exista-durere-mai-mare-decat.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am invatat ca te poti simti batran fara sa fii(&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/10/cum-e-posibil.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am invatat ca suntem frumosi indiferent de ceea ce spun ceilalti( &lt;a href="http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-am-beautiful.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am invatat ca o fata poate visa la milioane de lucruri (&lt;a href="http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-fata-poate-visa-la-un-baiat-care.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am invatat ca doare sa-ti fie dor…si doare (&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/09/doar-atat.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am invatat ca intr-o relatie unul iubeste mai mult decat celalalt(&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/09/intr-o-relatie-unul-iubeste-mai-mult.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am invatat ca avem multe cunostinte si putini prieteni.(&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/08/friendhip-is-more-than.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am invatat ca &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;Romania&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; e &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;tara&lt;/st1:place&gt; tuturor posibilitatilor( &lt;a href="http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/08/si-iar-m-am-enervat.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am invatat ca acasa e mai bine decat oricunde( &lt;a href="http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-back.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am invatat ca trebuie sa citim (&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/07/suntem-o-generatie-de-idioti.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am invatat ca trebuie sa iubim viata(&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html"&gt;aici &lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am invatat ca certurile distrug prietenii(&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/07/dont-say-its-over.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am invatat ca dragostea se vinde la kilogram (&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_26.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am invatat ca amintirile sunt cumparate (&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/06/amintiri-de-vanzare.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am invatat ca liceul e locul in care-ti ingropi sperantele(&lt;a href="http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_22.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am invatat ca uneori pana si sanatatea poate fi &amp;nbsp;bolnava( &lt;a href="http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/06/romanian-hospitals-suck.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am invatat ca fat frumos nu exista dar prezenta lui in imaginatia noastra ne face viata mai frumoasa(&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/06/vrei-sa-fii-fat-frumos-al-meu.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am invatat sa ne amintim de copilarie(&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post_11.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am invatat sa ne simtim bine in pielea noastra (&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/06/these-days.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am invatat ca lumea decade intr-o clipa (&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/05/nu-stiu-voidar-eu.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am invatat ca sunt oamenii mici care vor sa faca lucruri mari(&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/05/mai-multi-oameni-ca-ea-ptr-ca-am.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am invatat ca sunt copii care apreciaza mai mult decat noi acadelele (&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/05/mamauite-un-parc_27.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am invatat ca e datoria prietenilor sa ne spuna ce defecte avem (&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/05/post-inteligent.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am invatat ca trebuie sa profiti cat esti tanar (&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/05/profita-ca-esti-tanar.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am invatat ca trebuie sa porti lenjeria preferata de fiecare data ai chef (&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/05/despre-oameni.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am invatat ca D-zeu are mai multa nevoie decat noi de anumite persoane/animale(&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/05/murit.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am invatat ca unii sunt favorizati de soarta doar ptr ca au bani (&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/04/cum-sa-nu-te-oftici.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am invatat ca mereu e bine sa speram la iubire( &lt;a href="http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/04/ultima-ploaie.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am invatat ca femeile aleg barbatii ce le ofera atentie(&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/04/despre-femei-si-barbati.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am invatat ca trebuie sa ne respectamm( &lt;a href="http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/03/banii-lu-tac-tu-nu-te-fac-mai-bunnici.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am invatat ca in fiecare zi e ziua cuiva (&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-fiecre-zi-e-ziua-cuiva.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am invatat ca esecul e parte din succesul nostru( &lt;a href="http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/02/ma-gandeam.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am invatat ca lucrurile pur si simplu se intampla &amp;nbsp;(&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/02/lucrurile-pur-si-simplu-se-intampla.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am invatat ca&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;oricand&amp;nbsp;e momentul perfect sa ne maturizam (&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2009/12/bebe-roz-e-speriat-sa-se-transforme-in.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am invatat ca trebuie sa le spui oamenilor cand te gandesti la ei (&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/08/let-me-know-you-are-thinking-of-me-when.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am invatat ca nu poti invinge destinul (&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/05/destin.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am invatat ca desi iubirea &amp;nbsp;e relativa toti o cautam (&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/11/relativitate.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/1193610155017537547-3765176669929622561?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/3765176669929622561/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=3765176669929622561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/3765176669929622561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/3765176669929622561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/11/acasa.html' title='Review-ul unui sfert de veac...'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-8518454394765132807</id><published>2010-11-16T07:29:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T08:14:59.261+11:00</updated><title type='text'>What Could I offer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;People start asking me what could I offer because they think I really want a lot of things from my “Mr. Right”. Well, Let’s see!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;1.I am smart, ok? I guess&amp;nbsp; a man needs a smart woman beside him:&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;2.I should be cute, right? At least for one boy…not for everyone:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;3.I will have money…one day…when I will be the next Anna Wintour.(Ok.You do not know who Anna Wintour is?Shame&amp;nbsp;.:| Search on google. She rocks a part of my world.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;4.I would pay attention to his desires and wishes;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;5.I am not funny but I can pretend I am;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;6.I can help him when he does not find a fire exit;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;7.I am romantic or I can be…I love candles so I guess I am :&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;8.I am not sociable but I can try&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;9.I would hate all his ex-girlfriends but I'd hide that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;10.Is that not enough? I am the best for my future Mr. Right. I am waiting for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;What else should I offer?&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/1193610155017537547-8518454394765132807?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/8518454394765132807/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=8518454394765132807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/8518454394765132807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/8518454394765132807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-could-i-offer.html' title='What Could I offer?'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-349161676864729202</id><published>2010-11-13T10:45:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T10:47:14.887+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The list...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Every woman has a list of “qualities” that the perfect man would have to “have” in order to satisfy her. The list for my “would be boyfriend” is as follows.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He must:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Pay attention to my wishes and opinions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Be smart (or have some brains for a change)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Be funny/ make me laugh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Show me that I am the only one for him and make me feel special&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Be handsome (Hell yeah!!!!!)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Stand beside me and guide me when I don’t know what to do&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Make me feel protected and confortable&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Love me (even when I’m not wearing any make-up, when my hair looks like shit and say that I look very sexy even if I gained some weight)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Have money ( materialism is bad, but very necessary and even the priest doesn’t always do what he preaches…)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Say that frogs are great :))&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;What is your list?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;ps:Serena(my new associate helped me with my first english post...thanks:*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-349161676864729202?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/349161676864729202/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=349161676864729202&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/349161676864729202'/><link rel='self' 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class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;M-am trezit.Da,a fost perfect ca m-am trezit...e chiar cel mai important lucru pe care trebuie sa-l faci ca sa-ti incepi o dimineata perfecta,.Mi-am facut un ceai si niste paine prajita.Mi-am citit cursurile ptr azi si-am fugit la uni.A fost frumos…era sa-mi rup gatu,dar asta nu-i o problema.Adica atunci cand dai cu sapa iti asumi niste riscuri.Eu,una,am luat in calcul toate posibilitatile si am decis ca cea mai buna e sa dau cu sapa pe deal.Sa aleg ce altceva?Sa alerg dupa oi pe campie?Neah…stiu ca e un job de sezon,dar mie-mi place.E chiar provocator.Inveti sa tii sapa-n mana,apoi te apleci si incepi.Obosesti,te odihnesti si continui.Cam asta e treaba mea.Acum,sunteti voi draguti sa nu-mi cereti indicatii despre meseria mea?Nu vreau sa mi-o fure careva&amp;nbsp; ptr ca am vreo 5 &amp;nbsp;viitori copii de crescut si 7 guri de hranit..Oricum statisticile arata ca &amp;nbsp;din ce in ce mai multi prefera sapa &amp;nbsp;in locul oilor.&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/1193610155017537547-4331424177104639579?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/4331424177104639579/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=4331424177104639579&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/4331424177104639579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/4331424177104639579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/11/cu-sapa-pe-deal.html' title='Cu sapa pe deal...'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-3991824516938496643</id><published>2010-11-07T22:23:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T22:28:09.195+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Moment de sinceritate...</title><content type='html'>&lt;dt id="c2131766932218883257" style="color: #333333; cursor: pointer; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font: normal normal bold 122%/1.4em Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;lumi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;spunea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;"dar la naiba ai dreptate...iubirea e relativa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;.dar de ce nu uitam ce am iubit candva?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dd style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;De fapt uitam…uitam ce am iubit candva,insa nu uitam pe cine.Ii pastram numele si chipul ascuns in cutia amintirilor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;Tu stii foarte bine ca am zis si eu o data (acum cativa ani )te iubesc si acum rad de situatia aceea si razi si tu de mine.De ce radem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;1.Pentru ca nu simteam.&lt;br /&gt;2.Pentru ca eram prea mica sa-mi dau seama&lt;br /&gt;3Pentru ca in moemntul de fata abia imi amintesc numele lui&lt;br /&gt;4....&lt;br /&gt;5....&lt;br /&gt;si motivele pot continua.&lt;br /&gt;Tot ce-mi amintesc despre acel baiat e numele lui si ziua de nastere.Nu au trecut decat vreo 4 ani si eu nu-mi amintesc lucruri esentiale:ce-l facea fericit,ce bere-i placea,culoarea favorita,ce-mi placea mie la el,cum mai arata….etc(intelegi tu).Practic am uitat ce “am iubit “ candva…si chiar daca-l iubeam intr-adevar dupa cativa ani as fi uitat.E normal sa uitam.Eu am uitat si ce am mancat dimineata la micul dejun (si am mancat acum o ora)cum as putea tine minte lucruri neimportante despre un baiat care&amp;nbsp; a facut parte (la un moment dat) din viata mea.De fapt sta in firea noastra sa ne axam pe prezent,sa uitam trecutul si sa ne gandim la viitor.Apreciem oamenii care fac parte din viitorul nostru.Pana la urma doar viitorul conteaza.Nu ti s-a intamplat sa uiti momente esentiale din viata ta?Ca atunci cand am fost impreuna in Sibiu.Iti mai amintesti tot?Nu ti se intampla sa te uiti la pozele din Alba Iulia si sa te interbi cum il chema pe baiatul acela?Sau ce ai mancat cat ai stat acolo?Sau cum era sa ma lasi sa ma innec?(lucru pe care sustii ca nu ti-l amintesti).Sunt momente din viata noastra pe care le uitam.Facem loc noilor amintiri,noilor sperante,noilor momente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Daca tu inca nu l-ai uitat nu inseamna ca nu uitam ce am iubit.Si-l vei uita,sa nu iti fie teama.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-3991824516938496643?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/3991824516938496643/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=3991824516938496643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ps: ideea nu-mi apartine.Am vazut acum ceva timp o reclama foarte ingenioasa intr-o revista(nu prea stralucita).Reclama era ceva in genul primelor 3 poze(nici ultima nu e &amp;nbsp;ideea mea:))..dar nu conteaza..am permisiunea autoarei sa impart si cu voi acest moment.)Imi pare rau ca sunt o plagiatoare:))) insa nu m-am putut abtine:)))...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Inainte de sex&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyUtU1FWzHA/TNXk8hC48MI/AAAAAAAABbE/hwkQpKXD5jg/s1600/DSCF1138.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyUtU1FWzHA/TNXk8hC48MI/AAAAAAAABbE/hwkQpKXD5jg/s320/DSCF1138.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;In timpul..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyUtU1FWzHA/TNXlEid2TGI/AAAAAAAABbI/iibXNa0NYe0/s1600/DSCF1139.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyUtU1FWzHA/TNXlEid2TGI/AAAAAAAABbI/iibXNa0NYe0/s320/DSCF1139.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Dupa sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oyUtU1FWzHA/TNXlIff8D7I/AAAAAAAABbM/t4uV1vnF1NQ/s1600/DSCF1140.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oyUtU1FWzHA/TNXlIff8D7I/AAAAAAAABbM/t4uV1vnF1NQ/s320/DSCF1140.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Ne mai vedem..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyUtU1FWzHA/TNXlODRVHbI/AAAAAAAABbQ/aBbFv_B55bg/s1600/DSCF1141.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oyUtU1FWzHA/TNXlODRVHbI/AAAAAAAABbQ/aBbFv_B55bg/s320/DSCF1141.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-6850544681277974896?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/6850544681277974896/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=6850544681277974896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-7564730458924421425</id><published>2010-11-07T08:33:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T10:15:38.296+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Relativitate..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Stiu ca atunci cand vezi acest titlu te gandesti la ceva inteligent.Ei bine nu am nimic inteligent de spus.Nu azi...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu nu cred in iubire.Iubirea e relativa!La fel ca banii,timpul,fericirea si chiar viata insasi!Iubirea nu e&amp;nbsp; palpabila.Ok,banii sunt palpabili,insa tot relativi sunt!Si &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J0BkdKGPTxw"&gt;cele doua cuvinte&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;..nu valoreaza nimic.Adica,da poate ne fac sa ne simtim mai bine,dar pentru mine doua cuvinte nu tin de cald noaptea si nici nu ma fac sa rad.Sunt atat de relative...si timpul isi pierde relativitatea langa ele:"te iubeam anu trecut";"te voi iubi maine".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Niciodata nu uiti ce ai simtit candva,dar uiti cele doua cuvinte.Totusi,de ce simtim nevoia acuta sa le auzim?Si de ce le spunem?Poate in inconstient ne dorim atat de mult sa le auzim incat le spuneam doar sa le auzim...sa fie asa?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-7564730458924421425?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/7564730458924421425/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=7564730458924421425&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/7564730458924421425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/7564730458924421425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/11/relativitate.html' title='Relativitate..'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-1982201351621484719</id><published>2010-11-06T07:24:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T07:17:05.511+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook..</title><content type='html'>Maine-mi fac facebook.Promit:)):)):))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyUtU1FWzHA/TNR2gv9w_TI/AAAAAAAABa4/IjBV1gUaxoQ/s1600/img.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyUtU1FWzHA/TNR2gv9w_TI/AAAAAAAABa4/IjBV1gUaxoQ/s320/img.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saptamana urmatoare fac pariu ca pe primul loc va fi fereastra cu facebook:|:|.yeeahh,i know:|&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;De vreo 2 saptamani tot spun ca voi scrie despre facebook,dar problema e ca eu nu stiu decat ca e un spatiu virtual de socializare.Atat.Am vrut sa scriu despre asta inainte sa-mi fac si eu cont,in ideea ca dupa ce voi face parte din marea familie facebook voi fi addicted si voi gandi diferit.Da!!!Nu am facebook,inca si totusi exist.Yep,stiu ca e ciudat,dar ce atat facebook?Poate sa-mi explice cineva de ce maine eu imi voi face facebook?:)))&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ps:ce am sters acolo e de fapt pornografie:)))...daaa...si n-am vrut sa mai vada careva:&amp;gt;:&amp;gt;..i am such a nasty girl:"&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Later edit:Mi-am facut facebook si momentan m-am plictisit :))...da,cica e o rusine ca am blog si n-am facebook:))..dar totusi pierd deja prea mult timp cu blogul ca sa-mi permit si facebook:)):-j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-1982201351621484719?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/1982201351621484719/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=1982201351621484719&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/1982201351621484719'/><link rel='self' 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hao ma?</title><content type='html'>Invat chineza:&amp;gt;:&amp;gt;Yee!!!E ptr prima data in ultima luna in care simt ca nu-mi mai lipseste nimic.Ma simt implinita!!!Azi..doar azi ma simt foarte ok...sa vedem maine...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-6859755365800355013?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/6859755365800355013/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=6859755365800355013&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/6859755365800355013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyUtU1FWzHA/TM8X_W7V0DI/AAAAAAAABa0/ChixYKoBkuQ/s1600/913.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyUtU1FWzHA/TM8X_W7V0DI/AAAAAAAABa0/ChixYKoBkuQ/s320/913.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Freud a spus-o nu eu!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-970446783943491707?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/970446783943491707/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=970446783943491707&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-604766046888035046</id><published>2010-11-01T06:12:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T07:38:59.481+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Da-mi timp...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Da-mi timp sa-ti spun ca te iubesc…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Da-mi timp sa-ti spun imi e&amp;nbsp; dor…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Da-mi timp sa-ti spun multumesc…&lt;br /&gt;Da-mi timp sa-ti spun imi pare rau...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Da-mi timp sa invat sa rad…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Da-mi timp sa ascult muzica...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Da-mi timp sa vad rasaritul...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Da-mi timp sa admir apusul..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Da-mi timp sa te privesc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Da-mi timp sa te iau de mana…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Da-mi timp sa te-nteleg...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Da-mi timp sa fiu eu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tot ce am nevoie e timp...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In traducere libera ce am scris mai sus(niciodata nu am explicat ce am scris si nu mi-a pasat ce se intelege,dar acum piticul mic si RAU a sarit ca ars ca se intelege altceva si n-as explica,dar in viitorul apropiat voi avea nevoie de sprijinul ei de viitor om politic pentru a-mi scoate o carte cu toate suferintele mele din timpul facultatii)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru prima data (de aproape 1 an) cand scriu pe blog fara sa ma refer la cineva anume.Pur si simplu am nevoie de timp...timp sa fac multe lucruri pe care nu le-am facut..pe care uit sa le fac,pe care nu vreau sa am timp sa le fac.Nu am timp sa fac lucrurile esentiale in viata(cele mentionate &amp;nbsp;mai sus).Nu am timp sa-mi citesc cursurile,nu am timp sa vizitez orasul in care locuiesc(si care-mi este a2-a casa),nu am timp sa-mi cunosc colegii de apartament,nu am timp sa merg langa lac si sa privesc lebedele,nu am timp sa fiu asa cum eram....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ps:am scos partea carea se intelegea gresit:)):))..insa tot ma explicat ce am vrut sa spun:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1193610155017537547-604766046888035046?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/604766046888035046/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=604766046888035046&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/604766046888035046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/604766046888035046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/11/da-mi-timp.html' title='Da-mi timp...'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-5017569788292934231</id><published>2010-10-29T08:23:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T08:24:10.390+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce este Halloween-ul?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ocazia perfecta de a te imbraca si purta ca o tarfa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ps:Cred ca sunt atat de rea ptr ca probabil nu voi face nimic de Halloween.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;pps:No more comms...i am right:&amp;gt;i know that:"&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-5017569788292934231?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-1164562396849051213</id><published>2010-10-28T08:47:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T20:55:36.297+12:00</updated><title type='text'>V-am spus eu...</title><content type='html'>...ca femeilor le plac barbatii mai in varsta.... clik&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.intrefete.ro/sex/dragoste-sex/10-motive-pentru-care-femeile-sunt-atrase-de-barbatii-in-varsta-7481210"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;si&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/04/despre-femei-si-barbati.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-1164562396849051213?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-9177910039288299809</id><published>2010-10-26T06:07:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T06:07:49.949+12:00</updated><title type='text'>I like you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;"I like you.I do not know why,but&amp;nbsp;I like you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How sweet:"&amp;gt;....You've made my day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De data aceasta nu sunt ironica.Stiu ca poate parea ciudat si chiar ironic ce am scris mai sus.dar nu,nu sunt ironica....chiar mi-a facut ziua mai buna(dupa 3 ore din cel mai urat curs ever:"Intrdoction to film",uramnad sa ma prezint si la un&amp;nbsp;seminar la acelasi curs:|).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De mult nu mi-a mai spus cineva ca ma place.Cineva neinteresat&amp;nbsp;care&amp;nbsp;sa-mi spuna sincer.Chiar au parut sincere acele cuvinte.Da,stiu(sunt cateva persoanea care-mi spun ca le este dor de mine:)))...ironic si prietena mea de suferinta mi-a zis ca i s-a facut dor de mine:))) si mie-mi este de ea...dar nimeni nu mi-a mai spus de prea mutl timp ca ma place.Si ce daca esti fata?Poti sa ma placi pentru un anumit motiv;)Laura e tot fata si ma place,nu stie de ce,dar ma place:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Tu,de ce ma placi?[&lt;/span&gt;daca e careva care ma place][:)):)):))=))=)):)):)):))]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-9177910039288299809?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/9177910039288299809/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=9177910039288299809&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/9177910039288299809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/9177910039288299809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-like-you.html' title='I like you!'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-8807130510587272219</id><published>2010-10-24T09:45:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T06:10:40.959+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Poate fi ceva mai rau?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Am avut o zi proasta.Am avut o saptamana oribila!"Asta aud in continuu de cateva zile.Credeti-ma ca nu stiti voi ce inseamna sa-ti vina sa omori pe cineva si sa nu ai pe cine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cand suna alarma ed incendiu la 3 dimineata si tu locuiesti la etajul 11.Nu-ti vine sa bati pe cineva?Normal ca vrei sa iei pe cineva la bataie cand ai coborat 11 etaje,stai in ciorapi si intr-o bluza (mai lunga) in fata cladirii,se adevereste ca a fost o gluma,urci 11 etaje,te pui in pat si la 6 dim suna ceasul.Eii,bine asta a fost o noapte oribila.Despre week-end-uri?Ce sa spun?Vineri seara?Ce poti face vineri seara?Curatenie...da:)))..te asezi in genunchi si incepi sa cureti mocheta plina de firimituri de biscuiti:"&amp;gt;(yep,mananc biscuiti si chiar foarte multi).Sambata?Te trezesti...te duci in bucatarie si cauti sucul de portocale,nu mai este suc de portocale,vrei sa-ti pui sa mananci,dar ti-au disparut farfuriile,te calmezi,ca doar esti fata mare si te descurci tu cumva,te duci la baie sa faci pipi ca tot omu,dar ti se lipesc papucii de casa de (nu stiu ce este pe jos in baie) podea,nu-i nimic,te descurci.Apoi vrei sa faci baie,uiti buretele(no problem,,poti sa te speli si fara burete),iesi din baie,iti usuci parul,il indrepti si pleci la drum.Vrei sa-ti cumperi imprimanta si cutit(da,ptr ca ti-a disparut(aka nu stiu unde a fost pus de catre altcineva(dar totusi e pe undeva))&amp;nbsp;cutitul din bucatarie si mancare.Ajungi la locul destinat cumparaturilor si imprimanta numai este..da!!!ai ramas fara imprimanta...no problem,ai gasit cutit...yeeee...poti omori pe cineva cu el,dar pe cine?Pleci acasa.Avand in vedere ca in ultima vreme ai mancat cat o vaca,te gandesti sa faci ceva miscare si sa mergi pe jos.Bad idea.Pe la jumatatea drumului incepe sa ploua.Nu foarte tare,dar destul cat sa te faca sa te grabesti,sa-ti strice parul indreptat si sa te ajute sa faci febra musculara..Yeee..ajungi in bucatarie..iti asezi ce ai de asezat in frigider,si suna iar alarma.You gotta be kiding.Noo!!!Chiar e alarma de incendiu.De data asta e serioasa:|Cobori 11 etaje(avand in vedere ca ai mers cu cel putin 10 kg in spate cam 10 min la pas alert),astepti in frig(ptr ca ajunsa in bucatarie ,erai incalzita si ti-ai lasat sacoul pe scaun),astepti si blestemi si-ti doresti o papusa voodoo,doar sa faci pe cineva sa sufere...urci 11 etaje(pe scari,ca doar baietii de la et 3-4-5 s-au imbulzit al lifturi).Yeee,esti in bucatarie,bei un pahar de suc de portocale si te interbi ce poate fi mai rau.In mintea ta de copil bolnav,nimic.Deschizi usa de la camera,intri&amp;nbsp; si afli ca totusi a putut sa-ti ploua in camera.Da!!.Ai lasat fereastra deschisa ca sa aerisesti si ti-a udat putin mocheta:-j.Te asezi pe scaun razand ca de acum chiar nimic nu poate fi mai rau,Si cazi!!Da,cazi de pe un scaun ergonomicNu stiam ca poti ,totusi,sa cazi de pe un astfel de scaun:|.Dar am aflat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poate fi ceva mai rau?Daaaaaaa!Intotdeauna poate fi cea mai rau&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;later edit:i have another party:|:|yeah...poate fi ceva mai rau?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-8807130510587272219?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/8807130510587272219/comments/default' title='Postare 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-2759459875703284431</id><published>2010-10-23T10:39:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T10:39:55.441+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu exista durere mai mare decat epilatul</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;…inghinal.Da!!!Doare ca naiba.Dar ce nu doare-n viata?Te duci la cosmetica sa-ti scoti punctele negre?Durere.Te epilezi cu ceara?Durere.Un tatuaj?DurereMenstruatie?Durere la patrat.Natere?Stiu ca doare.Nu stiu cat de tare..dar doare.Tot ce merita-n viata doare.Mai mult sau mai putin,dar doare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;De ce fugim de durere?Pardon de ce fug eu de un vaccin cand in viata toate dor?E doar o intepatura si nu ar trebui sa doara,insa doare.Ce doare mai tare ca un vaccin?Toate mentionate mai sus.Daaaa!!!!Sunt lucruri care dor in viata.Si mai mult decat durerea fizica e cea psihica.Daaa….doare sa stii ca oamenii se uita,ca de multe ori trebuie sa o iei de la zero,ca ai muncit in zadar de cele mai multe ori.Dar ce nu doare-n viata?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Si pana la urma ce e mai dureros un epilat sau sentimentul ca ai nimic?Fizic sau moral doare mai tare?Sa simti ca ti-a amortit jumatate de corp sau sa simti ca iti lipseste jumatate de suflet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-2759459875703284431?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-7451423193242628553</id><published>2010-10-20T10:03:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T10:19:30.242+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Cum e posibil?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Cum e posibil?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De vreo 2 zile ma gandesc cum e posibil sa am 18 ani sis &amp;nbsp; ma simt batrana?Nu fizic….psihic…si moral…bine,poate putin si fizic…dar sufletu-mi este batran.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si doamne cate mai am de vazut si de trait…si simt ca am trecut prin atat de multe…si cand spun multe chiar ma refer la multe…Oare ce ar trebui sa mai vad/simt/traiesc/aud/ ca sa pot spune ca am vazut destule incat sa pot parasi lumea aceasta linistita.Nu,nu vreau sa mor…cum as putea sa mor,cand totusi mai sunt atatea de facut?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unii vad in mine un copil naiv..dar nu sunt…Nici nu stiu cat de naiva am fos cu adevaratt(Valy,stiu ce urmeaza sa gandesti:”pe fruntea ta scrie ca esti naiva”..nu,nu e asa…”pe fruntea mea scrie ca vreau sa par naiva”).De ce as vrea sa par naiva?E mai simplu sa treci prin viata si sa faci pe prostul decat sa fii unul.You know what I mean!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Altii ma vad inca un copil…mereu voi fi copilul parintilor mei,dar nu vreau sa cred ca inca mai sunt un copil…ma descurc singura de mult prea mult timp,desi depend financiar de mama.Insa adevarul e ca sentimental depend doar de mine si ajung sa tin la cineva doar daca-mi doresc eu asta(aka daca-mi impun).Psihic?depind de creierul meu…si el?e ciudat…nu ma asculta niciodata…nu vrea si punct….&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma simt goala…sufleteste…simt ca apartin nimanui,nu ca ar trebui sa apartin cuiva… apartin doar mie si atat,dar as vrea sa pot spune ca sunt a cuiva..nu a mamei,ptr ca aceea fetita care spunea ca e a lu mami a crescut…a ramas insa aceeasi privire,aceeasi dorinta de a deveni candva printesa…a cuiva…si sa-i apartin…si sufletul meu sa fie al lui…intr-o zi-mi spun mereu...trebuie sa vina si ziua aceea…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ai grija ce-ti doresti ca se poate implini,se spune.Ei bine..tot ce mi-am dorit mi s-a implinit.Doar ca am facut greseala sa nu am grija ce-mi doresc…mi-am dorit de toate si le-am primit..pe rand…poate ca atunci cand se implinea o dorinta numai aveam nevoie de ea…dar toate,absolute toate mi s-au implinit…acum am o noua dorinta si astept ziua in care va devein realitate…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si cand aceea zi va veni…voi stii ca mai am multe de vazut,caci acum simt ca am trait prea multe ptr cei 18 ani ai mei.Mi se va reprosa ca nu stiu prea multe despre viata…dragii mei,am luat viata-n maini cand aveam 10 ani si ma descurc.Sunt singura printre necunoscuti si nu ma plang,chiar imi place aici..De fapt asta e viata mea de acum.Despre bani?Sunt relativi..nimic de spus…De spre iubire?Mai relativa decat timpul…Despre barbati?Am invatat ca nu pot sa am incredere in niciunul..toti cauta “the hole”…si cand gasesc o gaura isi baga…poate suna cinic,dar nu este…despre viata?ce sa mai invat?ce as mai putea invata?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To be continued….&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;[multumiri unei prietene de suferinta]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;(*) stiu ca mai sunt multe de invatat,eu doar intreb ce ar trebui sa mai stiu despre viata?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;(**) toti barbatii cauta,la un moment dat in viata, "the hole"...si apoi,poate,in unele cazuri,se mai calmeaza....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-7451423193242628553?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/7451423193242628553/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=7451423193242628553&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/7451423193242628553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/7451423193242628553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/10/cum-e-posibil.html' title='Cum e posibil?'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-4226166547635294357</id><published>2010-10-17T08:27:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T08:27:13.387+12:00</updated><title type='text'>De maine e primul pas spre esec</title><content type='html'>Oana imi spunea:"De maine...e intotdeauna primul pas spre esec"...asa ca de maine postez despre esec:))...sa vad si care maine:D:"&amp;gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-4226166547635294357?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/4226166547635294357/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=4226166547635294357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/4226166547635294357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/4226166547635294357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/10/de-maine-e-primul-pas-spre-esec.html' title='De maine e primul pas spre esec'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-8545730556304493618</id><published>2010-10-13T10:11:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T10:12:35.312+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Voi,femeile sunteti ipocrite</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Voi,femeile sunteti ipocrite…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Imi zicea un prieten zilele trecute.Si-l lasam sa-mi spuna…am lasat omul sa-si verse amarul,sa-si spuna off-ul pentru ca si eu cand am o problema ii dau un telefon si-ii povestesc.Si-mi povestea el foarte suparat ca prietena lui,pe care o cunoaste de 3 ani si cu care este de 1 an si ceva nu s-a epilat aseara.Da,oameni buni,fata a uitat sau nu a avut timp sa se epileze.Si el revoltat a venit sa-mi spuna mie ca noi femeile,suntem ipocrite.Da omule,suntem ipocrite.In mod normal as apara femeile...dar ma simt cu musca pe caciula…de 2 zile vreau sa ma epilez si chiar nu am avut chef,iar azi cand am chef nu-mi gasesc benzile.Prin urmare ma voi epila cand vin acasa ptr ca pe aici nu am vazut benzi cu ceara rece de care folosesc eu,sau poate maine cand ajung prin oras imi permit sa irosesc putin timp sa caut niste ceara sau benzi care sa mi se para mie multumitoare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Revenind la ipocrizia noastra.Cum sa nu fie saraca fata ipocrita daca el i-a zis cu 2 ore inainte ca ar vrea sa se vada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Stiti voi,baieti,cat dureaza sa se pregateasca o fata?Nu….stiam eu ca nu stiti asa ca-mi fac timp sa va spun:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Dus: 30 min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Epilat:1-2 ore(mie-mi ia 1 jumate ore in conditiile in care chiar ma epilez ft repede)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Dat cu crema/ulei-15 min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Machiat:30 min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Manichiura/pedichiura-30 min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Par:1 ora &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Imbracat-1 ora(imaginati-ca cat ii ia unei fete sa-si aleaga lenjeria intima….(ce noroc pe capul meu ca nu am prbl asta;))…intre chilotii mei verzi si chilotii mei verzi ii aleg pe cei verzi evident)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Pantofii-asta mi se pare cel mai greu de decis-30 min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Cum sa fie fata aceea gata intr-o ora?Si aceste date nu sunt exacte(asta pentru ca multe dintre lucruri eu nu le fac)… dar daca in timpul dusului vrea sa-si faca un gomaj &amp;amp;co(lucru recomandat o data pe sapt,sau mai rar!!!!aveti grija fetelor) sau sa-si spele parul?va imaginati ca parul trebuie si uscat?toate acestea ar mai dura inca o ora.Wow…. o femeie chiar pierde mult timp sa aiba grija de ea…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Si se mai plange ca a uitat fata sa se epileze.Sper ca acum vei intelege cat de greu e sa fii fata.Eu inteleg ca va place sa atingeti o piele fina,simtiti un parfum placut,sa miroti un par curat etc..dar toate acestea cer timp,asa ca fiti indulgenti…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Cer putina indurare in numele fetelor….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ps:maine chiar ma epilez:)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-8545730556304493618?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/8545730556304493618/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=8545730556304493618&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/8545730556304493618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/8545730556304493618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/10/voifemeile-sunteti-ipocrite.html' title='Voi,femeile sunteti ipocrite'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-2250977448827427302</id><published>2010-10-10T11:41:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T11:56:48.852+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Pentru tine,dragul meu</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Nu te iubesc…nu inca,si nu pentru ca nu as vrea ci pentru ca inca nu pot…am nevoie de timp…sper ca intelegi si ca astepti.De fapt stiu ca ma intelegi.Si sper ca ma si astepti.Vreau sa cred asta.Am nevoie sa cred ca tu ma vrei pe mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Imi place cum ma privesti.Si ca ma asculti…aprobi si zambesti.Te uiti la mine,apoi iar zambesti.Imi mai dai un pufulete si inca unul si inca unul pana tac.Vorbesc prea mult…mult prea mult in prezenta ta…sunt emotionata…dar tu nu stii,sau nu vrei sa stii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Sunt egoista…tu-mi alimentezi egoismul..vreau ptr mine mai mult decat merit.Nu ca nu te-as merita….chiar cred ca am dreptul sa fiu fericita.Stiu ca-ti place sa ma vezi fericita.Faci orice-ti cer …sau cam tot ce crezi tu ca ma face sa rad,Iti place sa ma vezi ca rad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Ma intreb adesea la ce te gandesti cand esti cu mine.Te intreb si pe tine si mereu spui ca la mine,la noi,la ce este sau ce va fi...uneori te cred,alteori incerc,dar de cele mai multe ori nu te cred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Dar cel mai mult imi place ca astepti sa invat sa te iubesc…sau poate ma ajuti tu sa invat.Stii ca am nevoie sa invat...trebuie sa invat multe..dar pentru asta esti tu langa mine...momentan nu chiar langa mine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Pentru toate acestea,dragul meu,am un motiv sa ma trezesc zambind....si chiar o fac...nu rad,doar zambesc&amp;gt;:D&amp;lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-2250977448827427302?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-6727349754258112676</id><published>2010-10-02T21:25:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T21:25:10.738+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Bucurestiul meu…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Este exact asa cum vreau eu.Rece,insa primitor,ploios si totusi insorit.Este exact asa cum l-am vrut:departe de casa si aproape de sufletul meu.E al meu…acum imi apartine cu fiecare suflare,fiecare briza de vant,fiecared fir de nisip,fiecare privire,fiecare….fiecare parte din mine se contopeste in vis cu Bucurestiul meu…asa cum l-am visat eu,nu asa cum il vad ceilalti.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-1123548403251514662</id><published>2010-10-01T03:46:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T03:48:55.232+12:00</updated><title type='text'>I am beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Azi ascult &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sZjr0heZNIw"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Christina Aguilera-Beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; .Melodia asta ma face sa ma simt bine.De ce?Nu stiu,poate ptr ca ma simt mai frumoasa?Si azi chiar a fost una din acele zile in care aveam nevoie sa ma simt putin mai frumoasa decat sunt,putin mai desteapta,putin mai curajoasa,putin mai vesela...cate putin din tot ce azi nu am.Nu sustin ca in alte&amp;nbsp; zile sunt frumoasa,inteligenta,indrazneata,bucuroasa,insa macar sunt draguta,isteata,descurcareata,simpatica...azi nu sunt niciuna dintre acestea asa ca am dat un search pe youtube si am ascultat de vreo 10 ori melodia ca sa cred ca "I am beautiful no matter what they say "...si da,chiar sunt frumoasa(in felul meu).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;:*:*:*:*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cadou:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'cause we are beautiful no matter what they say &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, words won't bring us down, oh no &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are beautiful in every single way &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, words can't bring us down &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't you bring me down today &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-1123548403251514662?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/1123548403251514662/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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sa vina,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.pret-a-protester.com/"&gt;adrian oianu &lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(tipul care a redefinit termenul de feminitate si cel de rochie:"&amp;gt;) organizeaza/sustine niste cursuri specializate in design vestimentar( nu va mai puteti inscrie,insa eu oricum stiam cu mult inainte),se poarta crem,beige,nude,cul pamantii in aceasta toamna,iar in materie de make up designerii recomanda buzele rosii si eye-liner-ul( inf via &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://intre%20fete/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.intrefete.ro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;) si mai stiu multe (chiar daca am luat o mica pauza si am evitat sa mai aflu cate-n luna si-n stele despre fashion week-urile recente,despre lansari(ps:stiu ca nu stiati ca pierd timpul&amp;nbsp; cautand.informandu-ma si afland chestii de genu,dar aveti timp sa aflati cate ceva despre mine:mereu),despre cine a plecat,pe unde a mai plecat: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pret-a-protester.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Medina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;e la Paris....si as mai povesti cate ceva din ce stiu si voi nu stiti)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ps:citit Elle octombrie:Mihaela Radulescu m-a uimit cu articolul ei despre defecte&amp;nbsp;..si mi-a placut si "Puterea de a spune Nu stiu"...tocmai ptr ca nu stiu cine l-a scris:"&amp;gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ps2:cititi Cosmopolitan si povestiti-mi si mie...mor de curiozitate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ps:3:citit io carte in loc sa pierdeti timpul on-line citind despre vacante la Paris,cursuri de design,in &amp;amp; out autumn 2010 si despre colectiile din 2011&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Revenind la ce mai citesc si ce mai fac...yep,inca mai traiesc...nu stiu ptr cat timp,dar o fac....mi-am amintit ca-i povestisem unui prieten o "mica "aventura de-a mea din copilarie si de atunci imi spune mereu ca sunt cazuta-n cap.(ps:la fel imi zice si tata cand ii cer bani,dar nu se pune=))).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ideea e&amp;nbsp; ca eu chiar sunt cazuta-n cap;)...aveam vreo 8 ani cand am cazut si nu inteleg de ce oamenii nu accepta realitatea....ceva acolo s-a intamplat:nu-s normala...de vreo 10 ani nu mai sunt normala...si sunt mandra de asta:"&amp;gt; sau nu...doar uneori....Si daca tot i-am povestit si ma alinta mereu asa:"&amp;gt; m-am gandit sa mai fac o schimbare in viata mea (in afara de aer,mancare,haine,par) si sa-mi schimb numele...momentan doar pe blog,in viitor poate din Roxana il fac Sophie...i hope so...macar pe fetita mea(pe care o voi face peste 5 ani(da,am planuri pe 5 ani:"&amp;gt;))blonda cu ochi albastri o va chema S.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pppps:am multe de zis si de aia am aberat si am reluat idei fara logica...dar nu-i problema..ai pierdut cam 5 min sa citesti niste prostii&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyUtU1FWzHA/TJ4X67TV9WI/AAAAAAAABao/2vsukjvpPLw/s320/DSCF5796-1.jpg" width="271" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyUtU1FWzHA/TJ4X-maKc7I/AAAAAAAABas/Bm88GXF_yyo/s1600/DSCF5798-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="187" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyUtU1FWzHA/TJ4X-maKc7I/AAAAAAAABas/Bm88GXF_yyo/s320/DSCF5798-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Omul nu a învăţat încă să guste frumuseţea singurătăţii. El caută mereu să se angajeze într-o relaţie, să fie cu cineva - cu un prieten, cu un părinte, cu o soţie sau un soţ, cu un copil... cu cineva. El a creat societăţi, cluburi. El a creat partide politice, ideologice. El a creat religii, biserici. Însă toate acestea sunt necesare pentru a-l face să-şi uite singurătatea. Fiind în mijlocul acestor mulţimi, încerci să uiţi ceva, ceva de care îţi aminteşti uneori în întuneric: că te-ai născut singur, că vei muri singur, că, indiferent ce ai face, trăieşti singur.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Osho în Viaţa este aici şi acum]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-6572652793573847722?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/6572652793573847722/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=6572652793573847722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/6572652793573847722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/6572652793573847722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/09/momentepart4.html' title='Momente...part4'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyUtU1FWzHA/TJ4VGnf05cI/AAAAAAAABZg/E1qLzZsnEVQ/s72-c/DSC00617-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-379655146409942349</id><published>2010-09-22T23:03:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T23:03:37.614+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Momente...part2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: IT; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Nu-ti cunosti prietenul decit dupa ce ai mincat multa sare cu el... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyUtU1FWzHA/TJndxrK-bXI/AAAAAAAABYQ/-1SaGG2H6WA/s1600/2010_09050003-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyUtU1FWzHA/TJndxrK-bXI/AAAAAAAABYQ/-1SaGG2H6WA/s320/2010_09050003-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyUtU1FWzHA/TJnd053FMaI/AAAAAAAABYY/t-kqHbLR3l8/s1600/2010_09050005-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyUtU1FWzHA/TJnd053FMaI/AAAAAAAABYY/t-kqHbLR3l8/s320/2010_09050005-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyUtU1FWzHA/TJnd13QAgQI/AAAAAAAABYg/fH5OyCi8pco/s1600/2010_09050006-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: IT; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;span lang="IT" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: IT; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Adevaratul prieten e acel care ne ajuta sa nu cadem in nenorocire, iar daca am cazut, nu intirzie sa faca orice spre a ne salva.&lt;/strong&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/1193610155017537547-379655146409942349?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/379655146409942349/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=379655146409942349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/379655146409942349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/379655146409942349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/09/momentepart2.html' title='Momente...part2'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyUtU1FWzHA/TJndxrK-bXI/AAAAAAAABYQ/-1SaGG2H6WA/s72-c/2010_09050003-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-4140689347343263503</id><published>2010-09-22T08:32:00.003+12:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T04:02:29.791+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Momente...part1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;M-am gandit ca poate vreti sa mai vedeti cateva poze cu mine,avand in vedere ca-n ultima vreme scriu numai prostii despre amante si nu numai.Sa vezi ce discutii vor iesi cand voi vorbi si despre....ahh,ma abtin:d toate la timpul lor....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyUtU1FWzHA/TJkRyQBLn7I/AAAAAAAABXI/49vehPsd8Hc/s1600/DSCF1071-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyUtU1FWzHA/TJkRyQBLn7I/AAAAAAAABXI/49vehPsd8Hc/s320/DSCF1071-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyUtU1FWzHA/TJkTPPqvA8I/AAAAAAAABXQ/C-Qs7aPN998/s1600/DSCF1074-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyUtU1FWzHA/TJkTPPqvA8I/AAAAAAAABXQ/C-Qs7aPN998/s320/DSCF1074-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyUtU1FWzHA/TJkTXDKDqMI/AAAAAAAABXY/8C-aitILDec/s1600/DSCF1075-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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see you,guys,soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-4140689347343263503?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/4140689347343263503/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=4140689347343263503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/4140689347343263503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/4140689347343263503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/09/m-am-gandit-ca-poate-vreti-sa-mai.html' title='Momente...part1'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oyUtU1FWzHA/TJkRyQBLn7I/AAAAAAAABXI/49vehPsd8Hc/s72-c/DSCF1071-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-2563696771403181586</id><published>2010-09-20T01:25:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T01:26:31.557+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrisoarea unei amante</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Catre o oarecare sotie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Draga mea,te intrebi adesea ce vede sotul tau la mine.Afla ca eu nu-i mananc salariul ci iubirea,eu nu-i ard mancarea ptr ca el arde de nerabdare sa ma vada,eu nu-l dezbrac de bani ci doar de sentimente.Eu nu am uitat sa ma grija de mineO fac in primul rand pentru mine si apoi ptr iubitul tau sot.Numai el stie cat tanjeste sa-mi atinga pielea abia cremuita,sa-mi miroasa parul parfumat,sa-mi simta bataile inimii,sa-mi atinga picioarele fine,sa-mi sarute buzele catifelate,sa-mi priveasca ochii patrunzatori si apoi…apoi restul…fara sentimente,doar placere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; E adevarat ca el se va intoarce la tine.Dar nu va uita nicio clipa petrecuta langa mine si printre scutece si plansete de copil el va visa la urmatoarea noastra intalnire,Nu mi-as vinde trupul ptr bani ci doar ptr placere.Ahh,cata placere voi simti cand mana lui stanga imi va atinge incet spatele.Da…as simti vergheta…si-mi voi aminti de ziua in care ti-a jurat tie iubire eterna,fidelitate si credinta vesnica,Si voi rade…voi rade ptr ca te-a mintit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; O perioada il vom imparti…apoi il vei imparti cu alta.Nu l-as vrea…nu ptr totdeauna.Cata incredere as putea sa am eu in barbatul care a venit la mine in timp ce acasa il asteptau copii nerabdatori sa se joace si sotia cu mancarea calda.Cata incredere sa-i acord eu acestui om care ar fi dispus sa-si lase familia ptr mine?Nu,stai linistita draga mea,il tin ptr placere,cand ma plictisesc de el ti-l trimit acasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ai uitat sa-l faci fericit si va cauta fericirea in bratele alteia.Azi aceea alta sunt eu.In scurt timp va fi una blonda si asa va trai mereu (sau ptr o perioada de timp) intr-un triunghi amoros.Cand va pleca de la mine imi va simti lipsa si-i va fi dor de mine,de noi,de el cand e cu mine.Va dori sa ma vada,atinga,simta,aiba.El ma va fi iubit,eu voi fi incheiat o relatie fara angajamente.Pura placere,fara sentiment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Tu,ar trebui sa-mi multumesti ca ti-am salvat casnicia.Poate daca nu eram eu te-ar fi parasit.Asa,gasindu-si linistea in bratele mele s-a intors la tine.Nu te-a parasit…poate ca s-a gandit la dragostea ce ti-a purtat-o candva sau poate nu te-a iubit si s-a cassatorit cu tine din constrangere,insa e clar ca nu te-a parasie din cauza mea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Nu-i problema iti accept multumirile si nu vreau nimic in schimb,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Cu drag,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;amanta sotului tau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-2563696771403181586?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/2563696771403181586/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=2563696771403181586&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/2563696771403181586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/2563696771403181586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/09/scrisoarea-unei-amante.html' title='Scrisoarea unei amante'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-8652760201769185156</id><published>2010-09-16T08:14:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T08:14:12.123+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Cum se simte o amanta?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Toata viata am avut o antipatie ptr amante...cum ar putea fi numita femeie cea care fura barbatul&amp;nbsp; altei femei?Apoi mi-am dat seama ca am gresit:e de 2 ori mai femeie o&amp;nbsp; amanta decat o sotie.Cum asa?Uite ptr ca am zis EU si asa trebuie sa fie.De ce ar trebui sa fie altfel cand si eu vreau sa fiu amanta?Nu e ca o meserie..nu as vrea sa fac bani din asta.Nu sunt &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://dexonline.ro/definitie/tarfa"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tarfa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;,sunt&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://dexonline.ro/definitie/amanta"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amanta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; .Diferenta ar fi ca nu ma vand ptr bani si ptr placere.[punct ochit,punct lovit]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;EU:Dar Dragos unde este?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Claudiu:E liber azi!Iti este dor de el?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;EU:Da.Normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Claudiu:E insurat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;EU:Si ce daca?Nu poate sa-mi fie dor de el?Intr-o zi poate-mi va fi&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;dor si de tine.Esti insurat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Claudiu:Nu!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;In afara conversatiei:EU cu gandurile mele:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Si daca e insurat nu poate sa-mi fie dor de el?De ce n-ar avea o amanta?Arata bine,e tanar,in putere..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;De ce sa nu vreau sa fiu o amanta cand&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;as avea totul?Nu ar trebui sa schimb scutece,sa fac de mancare sau curat,sa spal vase(lucru pe care-l urasc)&amp;nbsp;sau sa calc camasi,sa-i port&amp;nbsp; de grija barbatului,etc …as avea parte de clipe de neuitat fara sentimente si fara a fi ranita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;De ce sa stau eu cu piticul pe creier ca ma inseala cand as putea trai cu barbatul alteia?Va veni mereu la mine sa uite de ea.Si ce daca voi fi pe locul 2?Imi va fi atat de bine in bratele lui.Si el va veni mereu la mine ptr a uita de copii,sotie,scutece,mancare arsa!Si eu il voi face fericit,iar ea se va intreba mereu ce am eu…ce-i ofer eu mai bun,mai multt,mai placut,mai profund…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Imi va fi chiar foarte bine in bratele unui barbat insurat:l-as iubi pe moment si el m-ar iubi mai multe momente.L-as dori cand e langa mine,iar el ma va dori mereu cand nu sunt langa el,l-as tine in brate cand va veni cu flori la mine ,iar el va visa in fiecare noapte ca ma tine in brate.M-ar suna si as simti disperarea din vocea lui,dorinta nebuna de a ma vedea.Mi-ar placea intr-o zi sa fiu amanta unui barbat insurat.Eu,nu mi-as insela barbatul,nu as putea juca pe&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;2 frotnuri,insa m-ar innebuni un barbat ce ar juca si in atac si-n defensiva.Sa stiu ca desi sunt pe locul 2(loc cel voi ocupa mereu in viata lui sociala),contez mai mult in viata lui sentimentala decat tot ce are acasa.Sa stiu ca in bratele mele&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;gaseste mai multa caldura decat noua centrala,ca-mi mananca si ultima firimitura de dragoste ptr ca mancarea ei nu-l satura,ca-mi bea si sufletul caci bautura oferita de ea nu-i opreste setea.Asta m-ar face cu adeevarat fericita.Fericita ca ma doreste!!!Fericita ca sunt amanta.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-8652760201769185156?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/8652760201769185156/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=8652760201769185156&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/8652760201769185156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/8652760201769185156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/09/cum-se-simte-o-amanta.html' title='Cum se simte o amanta?'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-8772232338942847134</id><published>2010-09-14T09:24:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T09:27:31.045+12:00</updated><title type='text'>O fata poate visa la un baiat care....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O fata poate visa la un baiat care:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-o place mai mult nemachiata&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-se mandreste cu ea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-ii ia capul in maini si ii spune ca totul va fi bine pt ca el este langa ea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-merge cu ea sa sara pe trambulina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-ii cumpara acadele &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-o tine in brate si inventeaza cele mai stupide motive sa o simta langa el&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-o musca incet de spate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-se trezeste cu 10 min mai devreme doar ca sa o vada dormind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-e dispus sa o conduca atunci cand are nevoie si sa se lase condus cand nu gaseste iesirea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-sa o ciufuleasca si sa-i spuna ca e mai draguta asa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-sa o tina strans de mana cand se plimba &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-sa nu uite de ziua ei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-sa ajunga mereu cu 10 min mai devreme&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-sa o priveasca tandru si sa-i zambeasca induiesator&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-sa-i maseze degetele de la picioare atunci cand a purtat tocuri toata ziua&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-sa o cheme la el sa vada impreuna filmul ei preferat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-sa-i sarute genunchii&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-sa-i spuna in fiecare dimineata cat e de&amp;nbsp;frumoasa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-ii curata portocalele&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-o da cu oja&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-ii trimite msj in fiecare ora ptr ca nu-si poate lua gandul de la ea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-ii cumpara pastille la 3 dimineata doar ptr ca o doare capul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-o lasa sa-i poarte tricourile si camasile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-sa-i cante la chitara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-isi dea putin cu parfumul ei ca sa o simta "all day long" langa el&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-sa o sune inainte de culcare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-sa considere caracterul ei mult mai important decat sanii&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-sa o ajute sa se incalte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-sa-i aduca flori din cand in cand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-sa stie ce culoare ii place&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-sa o ajute sa-si incheie sutienul cand acesta se desface&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-sa-i faca micul dejun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-sa o mangaie usor:mǎmâi mǎmâi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-sa o sarunte cand doarme&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-sa manance pufuleti impreuna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-sa o iubeasca ptr ceea ce este nu ptr ceea ce vad altii ca este sau vrea el sa fie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se joaca-n parul ei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-sa-i cumpere creioane colorate intr-o dimineata ploioasa si sa deseneze impreuna un cer senin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial;"&gt;-sa-i citeasca o poveste cu printi si printese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial;"&gt;-sa o tina-n brate in fiecare noapte ca sa nu mai viseze urat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-sa vina la ea intr-o seara plictisitoare ptr a se plictisi impreuna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-sa danseze impreuna fara muzica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-sa nu se supere cand ea il suna la 3 dimineata ptr ca a avut un cosmar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-sa nu se enerveze cand ea e mofturoasa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-sa o sune incontinuu cand e ofticata&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-sa creda in ceea ce poate ea sa faca si sa o incurajeze sa-si urmeze visurile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial;"&gt;-sa-i scrie o scrisoare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-sa fie EL asa cum este si ATAT!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-8772232338942847134?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/8772232338942847134/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=8772232338942847134&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/8772232338942847134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/8772232338942847134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-fata-poate-visa-la-un-baiat-care.html' title='O fata poate visa la un baiat care....'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-1871492073030586612</id><published>2010-09-12T10:34:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T10:34:44.284+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Doar atat....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Doamne,ce fel e sa-ti fie dor e cineva…dar un dor din acela nebun,de-ti vine sa-i smulgi imaginea din inima si sa o asezi in fata ta.Un dor sec in care ti se topeste sufletul la gandul ca nu-l vei vedea prea curand.Un dor din acela in care-ti vine sa te urci pe pereti si sa sfidezi legile gravitatiei…un dor nebun in care te zgarii pe fata si sa te doara inima…un dor disperat in care tipi cu putere numele lui si nu auzi decat un ecou slab,un dor stupid in care tu esti victima principala….doar un dor din acesta…un dor care sa doara…sa doara si sa doara..iar si iar si mereu….sa te doara amintirea lui…sa te doara privirea lui….sa…sa uiti de tine in prezenta lui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Doar atat....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-1871492073030586612?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/1871492073030586612/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=1871492073030586612&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/1871492073030586612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/1871492073030586612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/09/doar-atat.html' title='Doar atat....'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-5106971865709014303</id><published>2010-09-05T04:23:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T04:23:59.019+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Intr-o relatie unul iubeste mai mult decat celalalt.Doamne cat mi-as fi dorit sa nu fiu eu aceea!”</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“Intr-o relatie unul iubeste mai mult decat celalalt.Doamne cat mi-as fi dorit sa nu fiu eu aceea!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Am invartit in minte aceasta fraza zile,saptamani,luni intregi fara sa o inteleg.Cum ar putea cineva masura iubirea?Cum ar putea echivala sentimenetele?Cum ar putea sti cineva cat de mult sau cat de putin iubesc eu?Cum ar putea cineva sa stie cu ce intensitate traiesc eu sentimentele cand nici macar eu nu stiu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nu,nu sunt indragostita!Specific aceasta ptr ca firesc urmatoarea intrebare ar fi :”si cine te face sa suferi?” sau” de cine te-ai indragostit?”Eeei bine as vrea eu sa-mi poarte cineva de grija si sa se intrebe mereu ce fac,daca ma doare,de ce plang,de ce nu am chef azi sa ies etc..intrebari prostesti,ati inteles voi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Reevenind la ideea anterioara: e firesc ca intr-o relatie sa iubeasca mai mult unul din cei 2,insa intotdeauna ne dorim sa nu fim noi cei care iubim mai mult.Si m-as intreba si de ce,insa nu are rost….nu prea ne place sa suferim….adica nu ne place deloc,motiv ptr care atunci cand TU esti cel care iubeste mai mult incerci sa “sugi” sufletului partenerului doar ptr a fi sigur ca in curand el va fi cel care va iubi mult mult mult mai mult decat tine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Speri in zadar…vei fi mereu cel care iubeste mai mult….caci iubirea nu poate fi masurata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-5106971865709014303?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/5106971865709014303/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=5106971865709014303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/5106971865709014303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/5106971865709014303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/09/intr-o-relatie-unul-iubeste-mai-mult.html' title='Intr-o relatie unul iubeste mai mult decat celalalt.Doamne cat mi-as fi dorit sa nu fiu eu aceea!”'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-1570996536804157469</id><published>2010-08-25T21:34:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T21:34:57.470+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me know you are thinking of me when I can not be there….</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt; De ce ne este greu sa spunem ce simtim?De ce facem asta cand este prea tarziu?Si de ce trebuie mereu sa regretam ca totusi am facut-o si credem ca ar fi fost mai bine daca nu o faceam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; De ce nu putem pur si simplu sa tipam ca suntem fericiti,tristi,ca vrem un umar pe care sa plangem sau ca vrem pe cineva care sa ne asculte atunci cand avem probleme?De ce nu putem spune ca vrem sa fie bine atunci cand nu este,ca vrem soare cand ploua,ca vrem zapada si nu ger,ca vrem curcubeu si nu traznete,ca vrem zambete si nu lacrimi,ca vrem mangaieri fine si nu vanatai,ca vrem batai de inima si fluturasi in locul durerilor de burta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;De ce?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IftbaNq2eQc"&gt;let me know&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-1570996536804157469?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/1570996536804157469/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=1570996536804157469&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/1570996536804157469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/1570996536804157469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/08/let-me-know-you-are-thinking-of-me-when.html' title='Let me know you are thinking of me when I can not be there….'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-6614723119693364892</id><published>2010-08-23T07:21:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T07:23:41.320+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Cunostinta vs prieten</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Se pare ca&amp;nbsp; multi nu au inteles ce am vrut eu sa spun&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/08/atentiepost-foarte-foarte.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;.Ptr ca cei care nu erau pe lista s-au simtit ofensati(lucru pe care nu l-am dorit nicio clipa),iar cativa din&amp;nbsp;cei de pe lista &amp;nbsp;mi-au reprosat ca au facut lucruri mult mai importante ptr mine decat cele prezentate de mine(imi pare rau ca nu ati inteles ce am vrut&amp;nbsp; eu cu adevarat sa spun..sau poate ati inteles,insa nu ati vrut sa recunoasteti).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Acum urmeaza sa va explic de ce unii(care s-ar fi asteptat sa fie pe lista) nu sunt:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyUtU1FWzHA/THFz_3WcqPI/AAAAAAAABWc/KptYHCoK0GM/s1600/cunostinta.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyUtU1FWzHA/THFz_3WcqPI/AAAAAAAABWc/KptYHCoK0GM/s320/cunostinta.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oyUtU1FWzHA/THF0IM36IuI/AAAAAAAABWk/Rgd8-cxfiCs/s1600/prieten.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oyUtU1FWzHA/THF0IM36IuI/AAAAAAAABWk/Rgd8-cxfiCs/s320/prieten.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Conform definitie din DEX,&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;cunostinta=Persoană pe care vorbitorul o cunoaște&lt;/span&gt; in timp ce &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;prieten =Persoană de care cineva este legat printr-o afecțiune deosebită, bazată pe încredere și stimă reciprocă, pe idei sau principii comune&lt;/span&gt;.Asadar,persoanele de pe lista sunt (in momentul de fata) mai mult decat niste simple persoane pe care le-am cunoscut la un moment dat din viata mea,Ei au facut lucruri(shimbandu-ma total) care care m-au emotionat si mi-au oferit amintiri de neuitat!Voi,ceilalti,ati stat pe scaunul de langa mine,insa ati coborat la prima sau la a2-a statie,in timp ce acesti oameni si-au tatuat numele-n sufletul meu si nu as putea sa-i uit(momentan).Si ce daca timpu-si va spune cuvantul?Si ce daca uitarea este legea firii?Si ce daca oamenii sunt predispusi inselarii sentimentelor?Si ce daca ....eu nu accept!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1193610155017537547-6614723119693364892?l=broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/feeds/6614723119693364892/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1193610155017537547&amp;postID=6614723119693364892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/6614723119693364892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1193610155017537547/posts/default/6614723119693364892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://broscutza-zambareatza.blogspot.com/2010/08/friendhip-is-more-than.html' title='Cunostinta vs prieten'/><author><name>broscutza zambareatza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03348710975092874200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75Vb2G9yIjo/TZdtJMTWFPI/AAAAAAAABdQ/n1vN9fjZJ7g/s220/DSCF1174-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oyUtU1FWzHA/THFz_3WcqPI/AAAAAAAABWc/KptYHCoK0GM/s72-c/cunostinta.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1193610155017537547.post-2967654267402189209</id><published>2010-08-19T08:09:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T08:09:27.692+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Cum ai putut!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Când eram un cățeluș, te binedispuneam cu năzdrăvăniile mele și te făceam să râzi. Ziceai că sunt copilul tău, și indiferent de câte perechi de pantofi ți-am distrus și de câte perne am smotocit, am devenit prietenul tău cel mai bun. Ori de câte ori făceam vreo năzbâtie, imi arătai degetul arătător și imi spuneai: “Cum ai putut…?”, însă apoi te aplecai spre mine, mă rostogoleai și mă mângâiai pe burtică…Educarea mea a durat ceva mai mult pentru că tu erai foarte ocupat, însă într-un final, împreună, am reușit. Îmi amintesc acele nopți în care mă strecuram lângă tine în pat, și cu boticul lipit de tine, îți ascultam confidențele și visele secrete. Erau clipe în care credeam că viața e perfectă.Împreună făceam plimbări lungi, fugeam prin parc, călătoream cu mașina, ne opream să mâncăm împreună o înghețată (eu doar cornetul pentru că “înghețata era rea pentru cățeluși”, imi spuneai). Mergeam împreună chiar și la mare…Cât moțăiam eu la soare în timp ce te așteptam să te întorci acasa la sfârșitul zilei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Treptat, ai început să petreci tot mai mult timp la locul de muncă și în afara casei pentru că îți căutai un partener uman. Te așteptam cu rabdare și te consolam când veneai cu inima zdrobită de dezamăgiri. Nu ți-am judecat niciodată deciziile și țopăiam de bucurie de fiecare dată când te întorceai acasă. Și m-am bucurat când te-ai îndrăgostit…Ea, acum soția ta, nu este o “iubitoare de câini” (nu îi plac), și totuși eu am primit-o cu drag în casa noastră. Am încercat întotdeauna să îi demonstrez afecțiunea și supunerea. Eu eram fericit pentru că vă vedeam fericiți. Curând au apărut “puiuții umani” și eu m-am bucurat alături de voi. M-a fascinat duioșia lor, mirosul și culoarea lor rozulie… Vroiam să îi îngrijesc așa cum îi îngrijeați voi… Doar că voi erați îngrijorați că aș putea să îi rănesc.Și îmi petreceam timpul închis în cealaltă cameră, sau în cușca de câini. Numai eu știu cât îi iubeam! Și am devenit un“prizonier al iubirii”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;După ce au început să crească, am devenit prietenul lor. Îi lingeam în timp ce ei se urcau pe spinarea mea. Se agățau de blana mea și mă trăgeau, imi băgau degetele în ochi, îmi cercetau curioși urechile și îmi dădeau sărutări pe nas. Eu îi adoram, și le adoram mângâierile, pentru că ale tale erau din ce în cemai rare. I-aș fi apărat cu prețul vieții mele dacă ar fi fost necesar. Mă strecuram în patul lor și le ascultam preocupările și visele secrete. Așteptam răbdător la fereastră să aud mașina ta când te întorceai de pe strada. A fost o perioadă în care dacă cineva te întreba dacă aveai câine, scoteai o fotografie cu mine din portofel și le povesteai mandru despre mine. Au trecut câțiva ani și apoi le răspuneai doar “da” și schimbi repede subiectul. La început eram “câinele tău” iar apoi doar “un câine”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Acum ti-e greu sa-mi faci capricii și te plângi de fiecare cheltuială necesară pentru întreținerea mea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ți s-a oferit șansa să te muți cu serviciul în alt oraș. Te vei muta cu familia ta într-un apartament în care nu este voie cu animale de companie. Ai luat această decizie pentru că așa este mai bine pentru “familia ta”, însă îmi amintesc că a fost un timp când eu eram singura ta familie. Am fost încântat de plimbarea cu mașina până am ajuns…La adăpostul de animale! Mirosea a câini, a pisici, a teamă, a disperare…Ai completat documentele și ai spus: “Știu că veți găsi o casă bună pentru el”. Au ridicat din umeri și te-au privit cu tristețe. Știau destinul ce-l așteaptă pe un câine de o anumită vârstă, chiar având “pedigrí”. A trebuit sa îl indepărtezi de mine pe copilul tău atunci când, prins de gâtul meu implora strigând: “Nu, tati, nu îi lăsa să îmi ia câinele! ''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /
