<?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-2279831802247475878</id><updated>2011-12-20T14:35:01.789+02:00</updated><category term='cat esti de roman'/><category term='timp'/><category term='lipsuri'/><category term='o zi'/><category term='eu'/><category term='craciun'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='test'/><category term='1000 ^_^'/><category term='first post'/><category term='imi place'/><category term='sensuri'/><category term='sentimente'/><category term='ganduri'/><category term='sesiune'/><category term='viata mea'/><category term='speranta'/><category term='iarna'/><category term='pasiune'/><category term='pian'/><category 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href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Andra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15968524837698789275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-07E65AnGfq4/TvAv9kvfdeI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Hlv9F3Q0Zn8/s220/SP_A0407.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ce este speranta ?&lt;br /&gt;speranta reprezinta acel sentiment de incredere in rezolvarea favorabila a unei actiuni, in realizarea unei dorinte;  sentiment al unei persoane care spera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asta e ceea ce spun ei..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uite ce inseamna pentru mine speranta..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e duminica dimineata. deschid ochii si simt un nor de oboseala care mi se asterne pe pleoape. descifrez ambientul. un perete alb, un cearsaf deranjat, o pilota care imi tine de cald si o respiratie care imi spune ca nu sunt singura acolo. iti simt mana in jurul taliei. iar am adormit inaintea ta. ma intorc incet sa nu te trezesc. dormi adanc. te privesc si te sarut incet. deschizi ochii si imi zambesti.  somnoros si cu vocea ragusita imi spui “neata”. iti raspund cu un sarut si iti cuprind cu mana obrazul. ai cearcane. cercuri rosii iti inconjoara ochii. iti observ firele de barba proaspat crescute. imi plac diminetile in care ma trezesc langa tine. cateodata lenevim toata dupa.amiaza in pat. este iar o zi intreaga in care putem fi impreuna in orice fel ne dorim..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stiu ca nu iti place cand te rog insistent sa faci tu cafeaua si ma alint teribil cand sunt cu tine. uneori ma certi si esti serios. iar cand esti asa ma sperii, dar stiu ca nu rezisti si incepi sa razi. incepi sa.mi vorbesti iar eu ador sa te intrerup cu un sarut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iti place sa povestesti, iar mie imi place sa te ascult. uneori imi vorbesti despre lucruri care ar schimba lumea, alteori ce inteleg de la tine e ceva de genul “bazinga”. stiu ca ti.ai dori sa vorbesc la fel de mult cum o faci tu, dar nu stiu cu ce sa incep. tot ceea ce am trait pana in prezent m.au facut sa fiu ceea ce vezi acum. m.au facut sa fiu ceea ce iti doresti. m.au facut sa vad in tine ceea ce imi doresc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si cred ca asta e de.ajuns. cred ca speranta unui nou inceput a venit odata cu tine. un inceput de care am fugit, un inceput pentru care tu te.ai luptat sa imi arati ca nu este nimic de care sa ma tem.  si ai reusit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asta inseamna pentru mine speranta.. nu mi.am dorit sa o gasesc. &lt;br /&gt;dar m.a gasit ea pe mine. &lt;br /&gt;si acum sunt fericita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lasati speranta sa va gaseasca..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recomandarea de astazi: iz &amp; diz – love vibe. enjoy !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279831802247475878-251395058343008485?l=andraboboc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/feeds/251395058343008485/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2011/12/vorbind-despre.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/251395058343008485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/251395058343008485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2011/12/vorbind-despre.html' title='vorbind despre..'/><author><name>Andra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15968524837698789275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-07E65AnGfq4/TvAv9kvfdeI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Hlv9F3Q0Zn8/s220/SP_A0407.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZkGr_tfJRI/TvAvQ8-p-AI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OonxyJxIwjM/s72-c/hope%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279831802247475878.post-4048888774459323259</id><published>2011-11-13T19:55:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T12:13:41.022+02:00</updated><title type='text'>noutati</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I6LWlJsu2tw/TsAIQOb4RjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/CBQBnlInBFw/s1600/IMG_0780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I6LWlJsu2tw/TsAIQOb4RjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/CBQBnlInBFw/s320/IMG_0780.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674544605332784690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;revenit.am... pe meleaguri cunoscute. si asta ma plaseaza, inevitabil, zic eu, in urma cu cateva luni, cand imi pregateam bagajul. urma sa plec spre un necunoscut total. am avut emotii. nu stiu cat de pregatita eram sa “infrunt” ceea ce avea sa ma astepte acolo. insa ma bucur enorm ca am facut asta. cred ca nimic din ce am facut pana acum nu m.a schimbat intr.atat de mult; tot ceea ce am trait acolo mi.a oferit o alta perspectiva a vietii. totul era nou. oameni. locuri. cultura. trairi. viata. am incercat din rasputeri sa cuprind din toate. sa cunosc cat mai multi oameni, sa vad cat mai multe locuri, sa invat cat mai mult din cultura lor si sa traiesc din plin ceea ce se numeste “the american dream”. mult timp m.am intrebat la ce se refera sintagma si ma bucur ca, dupa 3 luni de experimentat, am aflat raspunsul. ca de fapt nu conteaza unde mergi, ci conteaza sa faci ceea ce simti, sa gusti din tot cate putin si sa iei ce.i mai bun din ceea ce traiesti. cu toate astea, am castigat, dar am si pierdut. au existat oameni si lucruri care m.au facut sa actionez intr.un mod anume, m.au facut sa (ma) simt intr.un anume fel, sa gandesc din mai multe puncte de vedere si sa fiu cine sunt acum. acel “eu” care sta acum in fata calculatorului. o astfel de experienta m.a facut sa fiu o persoana mai puternica, mai ordonata, mai hotarata, mai plina de viata. mi.am facut prieteni noi si am recastigat un prieten vechi, m.am indragostit de oameni si locuri, am trait si am retrait bucuria lucrurilor facute intaia oara, m.am amuzat si am plans, mi.am trait visul. si nu regret nimic. cred ca asta e cel mai important sentiment. acela in care imi intorc privirea spre trecut si nu imi pare rau. ba chiar zambesc si imi propun sa mai fac asta inca o data. am mai trecut de o etapa. sper eu ca am facut.o cu brio. &lt;br /&gt;imi este dor de ceea ce a fost acolo. dar ma bucur, in acelasi timp, ca sunt aici. sper doar sa mai am ocazia sa iau parte la o astfel de experienta. si va incurajez pe voi sa faceti acest lucru. poate ca nu iti umpli portofelul si valiza, dar cu siguranta vii inapoi cu sufletul plin de trairi si cu mintea plina de amintiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im glad to be back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recomandarea de astazi: atb – behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279831802247475878-4048888774459323259?l=andraboboc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/feeds/4048888774459323259/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2011/11/noutati.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/4048888774459323259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/4048888774459323259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2011/11/noutati.html' title='noutati'/><author><name>Andra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15968524837698789275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-07E65AnGfq4/TvAv9kvfdeI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Hlv9F3Q0Zn8/s220/SP_A0407.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I6LWlJsu2tw/TsAIQOb4RjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/CBQBnlInBFw/s72-c/IMG_0780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279831802247475878.post-1721231357410457822</id><published>2011-05-18T02:11:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T02:58:39.256+03:00</updated><title type='text'>un cineva.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NGfJhpj6ecg/TdMLmRqNPuI/AAAAAAAAALs/yYv-SSfWOQg/s1600/04_05_2008_0611088001209vfbgd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NGfJhpj6ecg/TdMLmRqNPuI/AAAAAAAAALs/yYv-SSfWOQg/s320/04_05_2008_0611088001209vfbgd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607838713209765602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vorbeam in seara asta cu cineva drag mie si spuneam ca Doamne Doamne nu iti da niciodata mai mult decat poti duce.. ca nu ar trebui sa ma intreb "de ce tocmai mie mi se intampla toate astea ?" pentru ca e ca si cum as cere osanda, ca si cum as merita o viata lipsita de coborasuri, ca si cum am avut mereu un comportament exemplar, ca si cum nu am facut niciodata nimic rau sau daunator.. ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cateodata e greu sa iti iei ramas.bun de la cineva. un cineva care a contat o buna vreme pentru tine. un cineva care a fost acolo sa radeti, sa plangeti, sa visati, sa cantati, sa povestiti.. impreuna.. sa uitati. nici nu stiu de cate ori nu mi.am dorit pe cineva asa. tot timpul m.a fermecat expresia " o viata in doi ". am privit.o ca pe un privilegiu, pentru ca nu am ajuns inca sa ma bucur de asta. am primit pana acum doar cateva mostre la ceea ce ar fi putut sa fie si mereu le.am luat de bune. pot sa spun ca m.am pacalit singura. sau poate sunt prea dura cu mine ?! poate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e greu in zilele noastre sa construiesti ceva cu cineva. suntem o natie de grabiti si posomorati. ne plangem mereu ca nu avem si ca sistemul e de vina. vad peste tot fete "gri". le vad in facultate, le vad in statia de autobuz, le vad cand stau la rand in chioscul de pe colt, le vad pe holul caminului, le vad in orice bodega in care intru sa.mi beau cafeaua cu un prieten bun. uneori si el are o fata "gri". uitam sa zambim, sa ne bucuram de ceea ce avem, uitam ca orice e trecator si ca trebuie sa reactionam mai repede la unele lucruri ce se ivesc. uitam ca uneori e bine sa uiti de tine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inca nu am gasit un cineva care sa aiba curajul sa uite de el, sa aiba curaj sa se indragosteasca, sa iubeasca din nou, sa lupte.. din nou. sa se bucure de tot, fara sa se gandeasca de prea multe ori. sa alerge prin ploaie. sa zambeasca la soare. sa guste zapada si sa se joace cu frunzele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la capitolul asta nu am stat bine mai deloc. dar nu vreau sa par o plangacioasa.&lt;br /&gt;stiu ca poate de multe ori am spus ca renunt, ca nu mai pot si ca e ultima data cand vreau sa ma vad in ipostaza asta. insa uite.ma iar aici, pregatita sa reiau totul de unde am pornit, chiar daca doare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si stiu ca la final totul va fi cel putin bine ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recomandarea de astazi: the paper kites - bloom. see ya !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279831802247475878-1721231357410457822?l=andraboboc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/feeds/1721231357410457822/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2011/05/un-cineva.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/1721231357410457822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/1721231357410457822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2011/05/un-cineva.html' title='un cineva.'/><author><name>Andra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15968524837698789275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-07E65AnGfq4/TvAv9kvfdeI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Hlv9F3Q0Zn8/s220/SP_A0407.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NGfJhpj6ecg/TdMLmRqNPuI/AAAAAAAAALs/yYv-SSfWOQg/s72-c/04_05_2008_0611088001209vfbgd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279831802247475878.post-1548469447900575453</id><published>2011-05-07T14:53:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T15:39:27.107+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sfarsit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sensuri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inceput'/><title type='text'>sfarsit vs inceput</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqHf4_aJqxg/TcU6tvsIKwI/AAAAAAAAALE/LW9XEC8Godg/s1600/never_give_up_by_antontang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqHf4_aJqxg/TcU6tvsIKwI/AAAAAAAAALE/LW9XEC8Godg/s320/never_give_up_by_antontang.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603949868902525698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cred ca incepe sa devina un obicei. scuze din nou pentru ca nu am mai postat nimic in ultimele doua luni, insa nu am gasit un "ceva" despre care sa povestesc. si poate nici acum..&lt;br /&gt;unele aspecte prezente acum in viata mea tind sa se sfarseasca. dar asta nu e ceva rau. pentru ca dupa orice sfarsit urmeaza un nou inceput. si imi place.&lt;br /&gt;am inceput sa ma gandesc la ce va fi dupa ce voi absolvi, la lucrurile pe care obisnuiam sa le fac si nu vor mai trebui facute, la locurile pe care le.am vazut si oamenii pe care i.am cunoscut aici.&lt;br /&gt;o alta etapa din viata mea ia sfarsit. si ma bucur. nu sunt chiar sigura de ceea ce va urma insa nu dau inapoi. vreau sa merg mai departe. si stiu ca asa voi face.&lt;br /&gt;am avut o perioada in viata cand imi era frica sa o iau de la capat. stiam intr.un fel ca ma voi reintoarce in acelasi loc. ce rost avea sa reiau totul cand stiam deja cum se va termina ? &lt;br /&gt;mi.a luat ceva timp pana mi.am data seama de greseala mea. ma repetam. faceam mereu aceleasi lucruri. asta pana cand mi.am schimbat traiectoria. am invatat sa vad altfel lucrurile. sa incerc si altfel sa rezolv o problema. sa privesc din alt unghi. sa gandesc din mai multe puncte de vedere. si a mers. chiar a functionat. si nu imi pare rau. toate acestea m.au schimbat. ma simteam alt om. si de atunci toate lucrurile au inceput sa capete alt sens. m.am schimbat si asta ma face sa ma vad ca o persoana norocoasa. am avut curaj sa fac altfel lucrurile. si acest "altfel" ma face sa fiu cine sunt astazi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de altfel, multe din gandurile mele se indreapta si spre o anume persoana. spre acea persoana care iti ofera liniste sufleteasca, iubire, o imbratisare cand iti este frig, un zambet cald oricand simti ca esti la pamant. de multe ori am reluat acest capitol spunandu.mi "de data asta va fi bine". insa nu prea a fost. dar asta nu ma descurajeza. nu renunt. pentru ca stiu ca ea exista acolo, undeva. ca nu conteaza prin ce vom trece, ci ca dupa toate acestea, vom fi doar noi. sunt dispusa sa sacrific multe pentru noi, sunt dispusa sa renunt si sa merg pana in panzele albe pentru ca noi sa fim asa cum ne dorim. poate unii cred ca nu merita, insa ce am de pierdut ?! ce sentiment poti avea ca, dupa o zi de lucru obositoare, dupa o noapte nelinistita, sa fie acolo cineva care te ajute sa lupti ?! pentru ca pana la urma, asta e important. sa lupti. ce se castiga printr.o lupta ramane pana la final. iar eu vreau ca noi sa existam pentru totdeauna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recomandarea de astazi: Sting - Shape of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;see u all soon !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279831802247475878-1548469447900575453?l=andraboboc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/feeds/1548469447900575453/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2011/05/sfarsit-vs-inceput.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/1548469447900575453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/1548469447900575453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2011/05/sfarsit-vs-inceput.html' title='sfarsit vs inceput'/><author><name>Andra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15968524837698789275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-07E65AnGfq4/TvAv9kvfdeI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Hlv9F3Q0Zn8/s220/SP_A0407.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqHf4_aJqxg/TcU6tvsIKwI/AAAAAAAAALE/LW9XEC8Godg/s72-c/never_give_up_by_antontang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279831802247475878.post-7219698597403458767</id><published>2011-03-09T00:44:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T18:31:40.476+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obisnuinte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viata mea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realizari'/><title type='text'>obisnuinte si realizari.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RCs5fo8H8do/TXax6SxHAsI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Kz1o5777JrE/s1600/DSC03375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RCs5fo8H8do/TXax6SxHAsI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Kz1o5777JrE/s320/DSC03375.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581844403200656066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. 07:00. suna alarma. tresar din pat ca sa o inchid repede si sa nu.mi trezesc si colegele de camera. ma uit cu ochii lipiti de somn spre lumina ce vine dinspre fereastra. va fi o zi insorita dar la fel de rece ca celelalte. mai petrec cateva clipe ghemuita in pat si imi caut un mic imbold sa ma ridic. &lt;br /&gt; 07:10. sunt in fata dulapului. imi iau prosopul, sapunul si periuta. deschid usa camerei incet si grabesc pasul spre baie.&lt;br /&gt; 07:25. cotrobai in dulap dupa echipamentul de la serviciu si ma indrept spre oglinda. incepe operatia pe cord deschis.&lt;br /&gt; 07:50. o ultima privire de ansamblu si sunt in drumul spre iesirea din camin. tramvaiul 1 coboara in statie intre 08:05 si 08:10. nu trebuie sa.l pierd.&lt;br /&gt; 08:00. ajung in statie si cercetez persoanele care asteapta. incerc sa ghicesc daca a trecut tramvaiul sau nu. in pricipiu sunt tineri deci nu l.am pierdut.&lt;br /&gt; 08:05. coboara tramvaiul 13. urmatorul va fi 1. in urmatoarele 3 minute imi confirm singura cele spuse.&lt;br /&gt; 08:09. tramvaiul pleaca din statie. in urmatoarele 15-20 minute le voi petrece coborand copoul. &lt;br /&gt;   privesc plictisita pe geamul aburit al tramvaiului traficul intens. sunt doar un om normal care se intreapta intr.un mod absolut normal spre un loc normal de munca. doar ca astazi e ultima zi acolo.&lt;br /&gt;   in tramvai e bine. astazi am avut noroc ca este caldut. de obicei imi cufund capusorul in fular ca sa ma mai incalzesc. m.am obisnuit cu drumul spre carf. e galagie dar incerc sa o ignor. cateodata e frig dar e mai bine decat afara. de cele mai multe ori ajung prea devreme la serviciu dar asta imi rezerva putin timp pentru o cafea tare, dulce si cu lapte.&lt;br /&gt;   m.am obisnuit cu asta. cu locul. cu oamenii. cu galagia. cu cafeaua extraordinara din colt. cu muzica. cu colegii. cu tot ce e acolo.&lt;br /&gt;   a fost o perioada in care am invatat de la fiecare persoana pe care am intalnit.o. am invatat sa am rabdare. am invatat sa comunic in limbajul fiecaruia. am invatat sa ignor. am invatat ca nimic nu e nefolositor. am invatat sa zambesc mai des. am invatat ca poti ajuta un om fara sa.ti dai seama. am invatat ca trebuie sa apreciez orice mi se ofera. un sfat. un compliment. o critica.&lt;br /&gt;   imi lipseste deja acea perioada. &lt;br /&gt;   si Ii multumesc Lui Dumnezue ca am avut ocazia sa iau parte la asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   astazi am realizat ca sunt un om tare noros. am o mama extraordinara, doi frati nebuni si doua cumnate fericite, prieteni mai mult sau mai putini intelegatori, colegi amuzanti, dusmani aparent inofensivi si un suflet care stiu ca acolo in multimea aia mare de oameni e alaturi de mine in orice clipa. Dumnezeu sa.i aiba in paza pe toti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   recomandarea de astazi : nickelback - how u remind me . noapte buna tuturor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279831802247475878-7219698597403458767?l=andraboboc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/feeds/7219698597403458767/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2011/03/obisnuinte-si-realizari.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/7219698597403458767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/7219698597403458767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2011/03/obisnuinte-si-realizari.html' title='obisnuinte si realizari.'/><author><name>Andra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15968524837698789275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-07E65AnGfq4/TvAv9kvfdeI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Hlv9F3Q0Zn8/s220/SP_A0407.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RCs5fo8H8do/TXax6SxHAsI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Kz1o5777JrE/s72-c/DSC03375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279831802247475878.post-8995636796560874798</id><published>2010-12-21T18:40:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T19:03:03.477+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craciun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iarna'/><title type='text'>wonderful time..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/TRDdX8KW0gI/AAAAAAAAAKE/NkF07F1vSC8/s1600/santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/TRDdX8KW0gI/AAAAAAAAAKE/NkF07F1vSC8/s320/santa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553181743904117250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fular.&lt;br /&gt;caciulita.&lt;br /&gt;manusi.&lt;br /&gt;ghete.&lt;br /&gt;zapada care scartie sub ghete :D&lt;br /&gt;luminite.&lt;br /&gt;braduti.&lt;br /&gt;nasucuri rosii.&lt;br /&gt;da!&lt;br /&gt;a venit!&lt;br /&gt;ador anotimpul asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mai sunt 3 zile pana la Craciun. abia astept ca mirosul cozonacilor sa.mi inunde narile. abia astept sa aud batai puternice in usa in seara de Ajun si sa.i ascult pe copilasi colindand intr.un fast mode :)) abia astept sa adorm cu ochii lipiti de bradul impodobit. abia astept sa ma dau cu sania (asta daca am de la cine imprumuta una :D)&lt;br /&gt;abia astept sa vad ce mi.a pregatit Mosu' anul acesta. sper sa nu ma fi uitat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu am cuvinte pentru cat de multa bucurie imi aduce aceasta perioada a anului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;va doresc un Craciun plin de fericire, iubire si sanatate alaturi de familie si toti cei dragi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recomandarea de astazi : frank sinatra - white christmas. luvly song! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279831802247475878-8995636796560874798?l=andraboboc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/feeds/8995636796560874798/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2010/12/wonderful-time.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/8995636796560874798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/8995636796560874798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2010/12/wonderful-time.html' title='wonderful time..'/><author><name>Andra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15968524837698789275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-07E65AnGfq4/TvAv9kvfdeI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Hlv9F3Q0Zn8/s220/SP_A0407.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/TRDdX8KW0gI/AAAAAAAAAKE/NkF07F1vSC8/s72-c/santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279831802247475878.post-7809303767198766045</id><published>2010-11-03T12:32:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T18:37:13.502+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='despre mine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boala'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prieteni'/><title type='text'>om bolnav..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/TNFAkyWCJ8I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/GkEUKa3drzc/s1600/Who+Am+I+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/TNFAkyWCJ8I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/GkEUKa3drzc/s320/Who+Am+I+pic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535276417748707266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ar trebui sa.mi fie rusine. sunt aporape 2 luni de cand nu am mai scris ceva pe aici. &lt;br /&gt;si chiar imi este.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma intreb ce o sa fac cu atata timp liber ?! standul s.a inchis. la facultate nu am chef sa merg. ce imi ramane de facut ?! greu de spus. sau poate e mult prea usor.&lt;br /&gt;ce fel de persoana sunt ? cat de bine ma cunosti ? cat de bine ma cunosc ?&lt;br /&gt;cu toate ca am facut destule lucruri despre care as putea sa spun ca nu sunt mandra de ele, au fost persoane care nu au plecat de langa mine. persoane care inca imi sunt alaturi. sunt persoane in care am aruncat cu vorbe uneori. sau de cele mai multe ori. sunt persoane care mi.au tras cateva palme sa ma trezesc cand erau in pragul disperarii. si ce am facut eu ? CE AM FACUT EU ? un mare nimic. am intors privirea, am gandit lucruri rele, am vrut sa fug si sa ma ascund. de ce nu au facut si ei acelasi lucru ? de ce nu au plecat ? de ce inca asteapta sa ma trezesc ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma simt ca un bolnav ce este tinut in viata doar de aparate. ma lupt ingrozitor sa ies de aici. de ce e atat de greu Dumnezeule ?! sunt oameni acolo care ma asteapta, care isi doresc sa ii privesc si sa le zambesc.&lt;br /&gt;in sfarsit.. reusesc sa imi deschid ochii.. vad doar fete intristate.. eu sunt responsabila pentru ceea ce am facut.. pentru ceea ce le.am facut.. inca o data.. ce fel de persoana sunt ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;convalenscenta. perioada de recuperare dupa o operatie. atat am la dispozitie sa repar ceea ce am stricat. atat am la dispozitie sa ma repar. stiu ca voi avea medicamentele de care am nevoie. persoanele de langa mine.. &lt;br /&gt;ei sunt leacul meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;multumesc pentru ca nu ati plecat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recomandarea de astazi : Dr. Kucho - La tarde se ha puesto triste&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279831802247475878-7809303767198766045?l=andraboboc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/feeds/7809303767198766045/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2010/11/om-bolnav.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/7809303767198766045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/7809303767198766045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2010/11/om-bolnav.html' title='om bolnav..'/><author><name>Andra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15968524837698789275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-07E65AnGfq4/TvAv9kvfdeI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Hlv9F3Q0Zn8/s220/SP_A0407.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/TNFAkyWCJ8I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/GkEUKa3drzc/s72-c/Who+Am+I+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279831802247475878.post-7456640968018558750</id><published>2010-09-07T15:07:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T16:12:53.311+03:00</updated><title type='text'>lectie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/TIY55aijEuI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/mtGhNI6NewI/s1600/ddd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 184px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/TIY55aijEuI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/mtGhNI6NewI/s320/ddd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514158452301304546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cat traim invatam. invatam de la altii, invatam din greseli, invatam de la noi insine. am invatat si eu cat de important e sa stii cum sa pastrezi langa tine o persoana importanta in viata ta. am invatat ca o clipa de neatentie te poate conduce la pierderea ei. si da! s.a intamplat. dupa atata timp in care am crezut ca nimic nu ar mai putea sa ma aduca in situatia de fata, ma vad aici. singura. ma privesc in oglinda si ma intreb cum am putut ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inchid ochii si mi te inchipui. te simt aici. te vad. am atatea sa.ti spun. nici nu stiu cu ce sa incep. nu vreau sa ma scuz pentru ca nu am de ce. vreau sa te fac sa intelegi. insa e greu sa faci pe cineva sa vada ceva cand e orbit de neincredere. da! neincrederea ne.a adus aici.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de ce e atat de greu sa intelegi ca ai fost doar tu.. ?! ca esti doar tu. ca ai fi putut fi doar tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imi amintesc de tot ceea ce ne.am spus. de momentul in care mi.ai spus ca va fi greu sa te pierd. insa in realitate a fost mult prea usor. o fi asta un test pentru noi ? se prea poate.. incep sa cred ca il picam cu desavarsire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu vreau sa te intreb ce ai fi facut in locul meu. nu vreau sa te pun sa vezi situatia si din punctul meu de vedere. fa ce simti. crezi ce vezi fara sa incerci sa imi citesti sufletul doar uitandu.te in ochii mei cum faceai odata. poate e mai bine asa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu vei mai fi aici sa bem cafeaua impreuna. nu vei mai fi aici sa ne plimbam prin ploaie. nu vei mai fi aici sa razi de obrajii mei rosii. nu vei mai fi aici sa cantam. nu vei mai fi aici sa dansam.&lt;br /&gt;am invatat de la tine cum sa fac lucruri fara sa ii ranesc pe cei din jur, insa te.am neglijat pe tine.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;tot ce ti.am cerut a fost sa asculti. atat. dar uite.ma aici, asternandu.mi gandurile pe o pagina virtuala.&lt;br /&gt;viata nu iti ofera ceea ce vrei cand vrei, ci atunci cand te astepti mai putin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acum nu iti mai cer nimic. o sa.ti fie bine fara mine. o sa.mi fie bine.&lt;br /&gt;ai grija&lt;br /&gt;imi lipsesti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recomandarea de azi : one republic - come home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279831802247475878-7456640968018558750?l=andraboboc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/feeds/7456640968018558750/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2010/09/lectie.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/7456640968018558750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/7456640968018558750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2010/09/lectie.html' title='lectie.'/><author><name>Andra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15968524837698789275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-07E65AnGfq4/TvAv9kvfdeI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Hlv9F3Q0Zn8/s220/SP_A0407.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/TIY55aijEuI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/mtGhNI6NewI/s72-c/ddd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279831802247475878.post-6533194618490051860</id><published>2010-08-27T22:46:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T23:23:55.869+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amintiri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='o zi'/><title type='text'>o zi de vara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/THgeynSL1aI/AAAAAAAAAJk/u4Ef2uCtdk0/s1600/cute,flowers,girl,legs,loveley,nature-44c3be0c3f4995ea2390fc184456ce18_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/THgeynSL1aI/AAAAAAAAAJk/u4Ef2uCtdk0/s320/cute,flowers,girl,legs,loveley,nature-44c3be0c3f4995ea2390fc184456ce18_h.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510187998975350178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;astazi am simtit nevoia sa stau un pic de vorba cu mine insumi. normal ca nu am facut asta intre 4 pereti. inarmata cu o paturica m.am aflat undeva la marginea orasului meu deosebit de plictisitor si monoton.&lt;br /&gt;m.am tolanit in iarba si am asteptat. exceptand sunetele care veneau dinspre "autostrada", a fost placut. am cautat anumite momente din viata mea tumultoasa :)) si m.am oprit. am retrait cateva clipe. m.am amuzat. era amuzant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu am ce sa.mi reprosez. am facut ce trebuia sa fac. am si gresit ce.i drept. dar pentru asta exista un "maine". un "maine" in care pot incerca sa repar anumite lucruri. dar poate nu trebuie sa repar nimic sau poate e prea tarziu sa mai fac asta. dar ce am de pierdut ?! timp! poate! cine stie ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi.am indreptat fata spre cer. un cer acoperit de nori. incercam sa imi inchipui diferite forme, chipuri, imagini.. am ridicat mana si am inceput sa desenez in aer cu degetul. am vrut sa mut norii dar erau de neclintit. poate si pentru ca acolo e locul lor sau poate eu nu sunt un artist indeajuns de pregatit sa pot face asta. &lt;br /&gt;ce copila sunt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am inceput sa ascult vatul care nelinistea firele uscate de iarba. soarele imi canta ceva care ma adormea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si as fi stat asa ore in sir..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recomandarea de astazi : bon jovi -  you wanna make a memory!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279831802247475878-6533194618490051860?l=andraboboc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/feeds/6533194618490051860/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2010/08/o-zi-de-vara.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/6533194618490051860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/6533194618490051860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2010/08/o-zi-de-vara.html' title='o zi de vara'/><author><name>Andra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15968524837698789275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-07E65AnGfq4/TvAv9kvfdeI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Hlv9F3Q0Zn8/s220/SP_A0407.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/THgeynSL1aI/AAAAAAAAAJk/u4Ef2uCtdk0/s72-c/cute,flowers,girl,legs,loveley,nature-44c3be0c3f4995ea2390fc184456ce18_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279831802247475878.post-8336373183951011792</id><published>2010-08-05T12:38:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T12:52:26.847+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1000 ^_^'/><title type='text'>1000</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/TFqJoo-_QZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/cxBQEmu0qdM/s1600/1000thpost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/TFqJoo-_QZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/cxBQEmu0qdM/s320/1000thpost.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501861226075865490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;VA MULTUMESC TUTUROR!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;uuuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii :)))&lt;br /&gt;am depasit 1000 de vizualizari ale blogului ^_^ va multumesc voua celor care din curiozitate, plictiseala sau poate fara nici un motiv ati aruncat o scurta privire peste gandurile mele. va multumesc pentru toate comentariile postate si sper ca de acum inainte sa va surprind si sa va captez atentia din ce in ce mai mult :D &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;recomandarea de astazi : moby - lift me up !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279831802247475878-8336373183951011792?l=andraboboc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/feeds/8336373183951011792/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2010/08/1000.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/8336373183951011792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/8336373183951011792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2010/08/1000.html' title='1000'/><author><name>Andra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15968524837698789275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-07E65AnGfq4/TvAv9kvfdeI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Hlv9F3Q0Zn8/s220/SP_A0407.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/TFqJoo-_QZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/cxBQEmu0qdM/s72-c/1000thpost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279831802247475878.post-8503389758874153812</id><published>2010-08-04T00:42:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T19:22:26.247+03:00</updated><title type='text'>ganduri la miezul noptii</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/TFiWC7DEdWI/AAAAAAAAAIs/MZXcmvMcUpY/s1600/images+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 121px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/TFiWC7DEdWI/AAAAAAAAAIs/MZXcmvMcUpY/s320/images+(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501311921787532642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e din nou noapte. e intuneric. iar din cauza oboselii nici nu vad prea clar tastele. &lt;br /&gt;e iar o noapte fara tine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inca ma gandesc la ce ai vrut sa faci. gandul sa te fi pierdut cred ca mi.ar fi ucis incet sufletul. ma si amuza pe de o parte imaginea mea pe scaun, in fata calculatorului, incercand disperata sa iti mai fur din timp doar pentru a mai sta un pic de vorba. dar nu reusesc. si asta ma enerveaza. intr.un fel. de ce trebuie sa fi tu cel in fata caruia uneori par lipsita de putere? de ce trebuie sa fi tu cel care ma poate citi doar dintr.o privire, un gest sau un cuvant ? ma simt dezgolita in fata ta. ma simt ca o carte fara coperti. o carte ce sta in mainile unui mare cititor. cum de ai reusit sa descoperi interiorul cartii doar dupa titlu ? cum ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi.e dor sa bem cafeaua impreuna. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi.e dor de toate momentele in care povesteam despre altii. mi.e dor si de momentele in care povesteam despre noi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi.e dor de fata ta trista in momentele in care refuzam sa fiu de acord cu tine, in care iti refuzam ideile nebune de a mai face ceva de care sa ne amintim amuzati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu.ti fa griji. avem tot timpul din lume pentru toate lucrurile astea si pentru ceva in plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma bucur ca n.ai plecat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recomandarea de astazi : jason mraz - im yours. enjoy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279831802247475878-8503389758874153812?l=andraboboc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/feeds/8503389758874153812/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2010/08/ganduri-la-miezul-noptii.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/8503389758874153812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/8503389758874153812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2010/08/ganduri-la-miezul-noptii.html' title='ganduri la miezul noptii'/><author><name>Andra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15968524837698789275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-07E65AnGfq4/TvAv9kvfdeI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Hlv9F3Q0Zn8/s220/SP_A0407.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/TFiWC7DEdWI/AAAAAAAAAIs/MZXcmvMcUpY/s72-c/images+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279831802247475878.post-277748746180971144</id><published>2010-06-03T13:52:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T14:13:23.716+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='om'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ganduri'/><title type='text'>cum poate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/TAeNyuLHHuI/AAAAAAAAAIM/5rAGWtTiU1I/s1600/girl-thinking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/TAeNyuLHHuI/AAAAAAAAAIM/5rAGWtTiU1I/s320/girl-thinking.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478503374247108322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a trecut atata timp.. iar eu inca ma mai gandesc la tine.. cum poate un om sa.ti schimbe viata intr.o secunda ? mi.as fi dorit sa i.o fi schimbat pe a altcuiva..&lt;br /&gt;inca astept sa pleci de aici. prezenta ta ma inspaimanta. &lt;br /&gt;ce te retine sa pleci ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;au trecut mai bine de doua luni de cand nu am mai postat ceva. am si uitat. cate se pot intampla intr.un timp atat de scurt.. am uitat de unele lucruri, persoane.. dar au aparut altele noi. era si normal nu ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;astazi ma gandesc la vacanta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu la ce te gandesti astazi ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recomandarea de azi : enya - we are free now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279831802247475878-277748746180971144?l=andraboboc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/feeds/277748746180971144/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2010/06/cum-poate.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/277748746180971144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/277748746180971144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2010/06/cum-poate.html' title='cum poate.'/><author><name>Andra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15968524837698789275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-07E65AnGfq4/TvAv9kvfdeI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Hlv9F3Q0Zn8/s220/SP_A0407.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/TAeNyuLHHuI/AAAAAAAAAIM/5rAGWtTiU1I/s72-c/girl-thinking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279831802247475878.post-4070017585442064127</id><published>2010-03-23T13:23:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T21:59:47.629+02:00</updated><title type='text'>o postare.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/S6irMHbqR-I/AAAAAAAAAIE/PUJuIfpJRn4/s1600-h/990-photo_06-10-14_0679_shadow_woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/S6irMHbqR-I/AAAAAAAAAIE/PUJuIfpJRn4/s320/990-photo_06-10-14_0679_shadow_woman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451795573573830626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;primavara.&lt;br /&gt;lene.&lt;br /&gt;somn.&lt;br /&gt;plictiseala.&lt;br /&gt;astenie.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; primavara bine ai venit si abia astept sa pleci. din cauza ta mi.e somn toata ziua, din cauza ta totul e plictisitor, neinteresant sau deranjant chiar si in cel mai mic mod. cu toate astea te ignor.&lt;br /&gt;   as vrea sa vorbesc da nu pot. as vrea sa merg dar ma simt amortia. as vrea sa exprim ce simt dar ce ce scop ?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;astazi e soare. astazi e cald. astazi nu mai am nevoie de iubirea ta pentru ca astazi soarele ma incalzeste. astazi ma vrei in viata ta. dar de astazi eu nu mai vreau.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;astazi vreau sa ies afara. dar astazi mi.e lene si asta ma opreste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recomandarea de astazi : hope - bring me flowers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279831802247475878-4070017585442064127?l=andraboboc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/feeds/4070017585442064127/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2010/03/primavara.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/4070017585442064127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/4070017585442064127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2010/03/primavara.html' title='o postare.'/><author><name>Andra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15968524837698789275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-07E65AnGfq4/TvAv9kvfdeI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Hlv9F3Q0Zn8/s220/SP_A0407.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/S6irMHbqR-I/AAAAAAAAAIE/PUJuIfpJRn4/s72-c/990-photo_06-10-14_0679_shadow_woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279831802247475878.post-591358076422407359</id><published>2010-02-24T21:10:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T23:10:56.205+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dimineata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iluzie'/><title type='text'>iluzie..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/S4bnW0FlBtI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Z0YP235Sot0/s1600-h/05_08_2008_0726259001217929061_tamara_loncar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/S4bnW0FlBtI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Z0YP235Sot0/s320/05_08_2008_0726259001217929061_tamara_loncar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442291578849003218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inca nu pot sa constientizez un lucru : lucrurile nu vor fi cum vrei sa fie atunci cand iti doresti, ci atunci cand te astepti mai putin. oare chiar am o problema? sau e doar o iluzie a subconstientului ?&lt;br /&gt; am obosit sa caut raspunsuri chiar si in cele mai nesemnificative lucruri. caut de nebuna o cale.. un indiciu.. o iesire.. insa tind sa cred ca sunt prea absorbita de tot ceea ce e in jurul meu si nu remarc nimic cu adevarat important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cred ca totul a fost de fapt o iluzie la ceea ce mi.as fi dorit sa fie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dupa atata timp, intr.o dimineata devreme a aparut in lumina razelor de soare o silueta.. somnoroasa si uimita am crezut ca poate nu m.am trezit.. doar ca tu nu ai plecat.. ai ramas in acelasi loc pana seara. &lt;br /&gt;bucuroasa, te.am luat cu mine in intunericul noptii. am visat ca te voi gasi langa mine dimineata. a fost o iluzie. tu te.ai stins odata cu noaptea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iar dimineata singurul lucru care m.a asteptat a fost cafeaua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu are nimeni destul curaj sa mearga pe strada mea neasfaltata.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;recomandarea mea : one republic - sleep. &lt;br /&gt;noapte buna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279831802247475878-591358076422407359?l=andraboboc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/feeds/591358076422407359/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2010/02/inca-nu-pot-sa-constientizez-un-lucru.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/591358076422407359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/591358076422407359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2010/02/inca-nu-pot-sa-constientizez-un-lucru.html' title='iluzie..'/><author><name>Andra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15968524837698789275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-07E65AnGfq4/TvAv9kvfdeI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Hlv9F3Q0Zn8/s220/SP_A0407.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/S4bnW0FlBtI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Z0YP235Sot0/s72-c/05_08_2008_0726259001217929061_tamara_loncar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279831802247475878.post-8390054018390440129</id><published>2010-02-05T16:14:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T17:17:17.586+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ceai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='invitatie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='despre tine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noi'/><title type='text'>o invitatie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/S2w0RsujgVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Zz-_rueMUp4/s1600-h/20_10_2009_0691479001256029839_chris-craymer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/S2w0RsujgVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Zz-_rueMUp4/s200/20_10_2009_0691479001256029839_chris-craymer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434776328998191442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stii iar mi se face dor de tine. si te.as suna. poate te.ai simti plictisit sa auzi un simplu "ce faci?" poate nici nu mi.ai raspunde. dar te sun. si uneori raspunzi. dar alteori nu. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;te enervez. si stiu asta. te superi. dar uiti? iar eu nu pot renunta la intrebarile mele banale. si nici tu la raspunsurile tale simple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mai stii cand te.am invitat la un ceai? desigur ca nu. ai uitat. a trecut ceva timp de atunci. eu n.am uitat. eu inca te astept. ai plecat deja de acasa? vezi ca e frig. imbraca.te bine. abia astept sa povestim. mi.ai promis ca o sa stam de vorba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vreau sa faci parte din viata mea. vreau sa fac parte din viata ta. vreau sa ma trezesc dimineata, sa te vad langa mine si sa te rog somnoroasa sa faci tu cafeaua. sa lenevim in pat si sa vorbim aiurea despre lucruri nesemnificative. sa ne amuzam unul de celalalt. sa fii rautacios si eu sa ma supar. sa ma impaci cu un sarut. si eu sa.ti spun ca mi.a fost dor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  nu vreau sa te las sa pleci. tu nu.ti dai seama? te rog sa nu minti. stiu ca si tu vrei sa ramai aici. pentru ca altfel ai fii fost deja plecat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  cand vii acasa vreau sa te astept ca si cum au trecut ani de cand nu te.am vazut. tu sa ma privesti in ochi iar eu sa.ti zambesc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si vreau ca seara sa uitam de noi. sa dansam pe.o melodie de la radio. sa ma intrebi "iti mai aduci aminte?" .. cum crezi ca as putea uita.. si vreau ca timpul sa se opreasca.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dar acum tu nu ai timp. iar eu te rog sa nu uiti de invitatia la ceai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279831802247475878-8390054018390440129?l=andraboboc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/feeds/8390054018390440129/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-invitatie.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/8390054018390440129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/8390054018390440129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-invitatie.html' title='o invitatie.'/><author><name>Andra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15968524837698789275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-07E65AnGfq4/TvAv9kvfdeI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Hlv9F3Q0Zn8/s220/SP_A0407.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/S2w0RsujgVI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Zz-_rueMUp4/s72-c/20_10_2009_0691479001256029839_chris-craymer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279831802247475878.post-6786956957956227842</id><published>2010-02-04T17:37:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T18:02:12.747+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sesiune'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restanta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teoretic'/><title type='text'>teoretic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/S2ruYuZ2tVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/UHjH_9DKy0I/s1600-h/03_03_2009_0658650001236110271_ucukmavi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/S2ruYuZ2tVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/UHjH_9DKy0I/s200/03_03_2009_0658650001236110271_ucukmavi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434418008916669778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si sesiunea s.a sfarsit. pentru mine cel putin asa e. sau totul e teoretic..&lt;br /&gt;astazi ca la ultimul examen nu am mai avut rabdare, nu am vrut sa invat si am vrut sa.mi las restanta. doar ca socotelile mele nu prea se potrivesc cu cele de la facultate (stiu dy ca nu ma pricep sa socotesc :)) ) &lt;br /&gt; am sacrificat o noapte pentru invatat. am facut ce face tot studentu in ziua de azi.. am ingrasat scrofita in ajun. si tind sa cred ca a facut.o degeaba :)) teoretic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teoretic mi.am propus sa nu invat. si chiar la cel mai greu examen m.am gandit sa fac asta. excelent ! teoretic chiar nu.mi pasa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teoretic inca il mai pot da o data.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a fost o altfel de sesiune. chiar mi.am dat seama ca nu merita sa te stresezi pentru niste cifre care oricum nu reflecta cunostinta multora. cine a spus "prost sa fii  noroc sa ai" a gandit.o mult si bine. e incredibil de adevarata. examenele grila nu o sa spuna niciodata cat de destept sau de prost este cineva. notele nu vor reflecta intotdeauna cat de mult a invatat sau nu. teoretic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teoretic am crezut ca am scapat de raceala dar practic ma indoiesc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recomandare : joss stone - tell me what we.re gonna do now. aidi pa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279831802247475878-6786956957956227842?l=andraboboc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/feeds/6786956957956227842/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2010/02/teoretic.html#comment-form' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/6786956957956227842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/6786956957956227842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2010/02/teoretic.html' title='teoretic'/><author><name>Andra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15968524837698789275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-07E65AnGfq4/TvAv9kvfdeI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Hlv9F3Q0Zn8/s220/SP_A0407.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/S2ruYuZ2tVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/UHjH_9DKy0I/s72-c/03_03_2009_0658650001236110271_ucukmavi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279831802247475878.post-5979980050317752295</id><published>2010-01-22T14:32:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T15:21:41.663+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imi place'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iarna'/><title type='text'>imi place.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/S1miQKs_UEI/AAAAAAAAAFE/gSv_Y5mR2ec/s1600-h/woman-enjoying-coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/S1miQKs_UEI/AAAAAAAAAFE/gSv_Y5mR2ec/s200/woman-enjoying-coffee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429549224406503490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ador cafeaua.. e primul lucru care mi.a venit in minte atunci cand m.am trezit. deci neatza!  &lt;br /&gt;    imi plac dupa.amiezile in care, obosita fiind din cauza unor cursuri plictisitoare pe care le servesc dimineata in loc de mic.dejun si la care nu m.as duce dar totusi ma duc, ma delectez cu un somn si apoi cu o cafea rece :-"&lt;br /&gt;imi plac momentele cand mai privesc pe geam si mai zaresc cate un fulg ratacit.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  imi place anotimpul asta.si zapada.(imi plac) si oamenii cu nasucurile rosii de la frig si infofoliti.. mi.ar placea sa opresc timpul in loc uneori. sa surprind anumite clipe si sa ma bucur de ele.. nimic nu ma opreste sa o fac si acum.. dar ceva lipseste. si imi place ca m.am obisnuit sa n.am atunci cand vreau.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; imi plac povestile. dar eu inca nu am una de spus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imi place ca s.a terminat semestrul. imi place sa vad ca timpul nu ma asteapta pe mine sa fac anumite lucruri. trece. imi amintesc de primul an de facultate si ma amuz teribil de cum eram atunci. vreo diferenta? poate da.. poate nu. da imi place oricum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; imi place ca sunt atatia oameni in jurul meu. imi place ca unii au ceva de spus. imi place sa.i ascult, dar mai mult imi place sa.i contrazic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;astazi n.am dar imi place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dar tie ce.ti place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recomandarea mea :-? Loco Dice - La Esquina. haidi pa :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279831802247475878-5979980050317752295?l=andraboboc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/feeds/5979980050317752295/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2010/01/imi-place.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/5979980050317752295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/5979980050317752295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2010/01/imi-place.html' title='imi place.'/><author><name>Andra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15968524837698789275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-07E65AnGfq4/TvAv9kvfdeI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Hlv9F3Q0Zn8/s220/SP_A0407.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/S1miQKs_UEI/AAAAAAAAAFE/gSv_Y5mR2ec/s72-c/woman-enjoying-coffee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279831802247475878.post-7553366801203824625</id><published>2010-01-16T22:59:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T23:51:30.105+02:00</updated><title type='text'>un inceput</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/S1I0oCx69VI/AAAAAAAAAEU/PS459XGK6QM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 176px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/S1I0oCx69VI/AAAAAAAAAEU/PS459XGK6QM/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427458363480536402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s.a cam asezat praful pe aici de cand nu am mai postat.inceputul asta de an nu imi pare sa sune prea promitator insa nu vreau sa trag concluzii pripite.. e doar inceputul.&lt;br /&gt;am revenit cu drag in iasi.acasa lucrurile incepusera sa devina plictisitoare si lipsite total de sens.pe la facultate atmosfera e una stresata si stresanta,se apropie ceea ce uram noi mai mult.. sesiunea.  minunat! abia astept sa treaca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s.au intamplat atat de multe incat nu stiu asupra carui fapt sa ma opresc.am facut destule lucruri de care nu sunt tocmai mandra,pe unele le regret mult insa nu.mi ramane decat sa invat din gresesli si sa evit sa le mai fac pe viitor.&lt;br /&gt;    am dezamagit si imi pare rau.&lt;br /&gt;    am fost dezamagita dar incerc sa uit.&lt;br /&gt;    doare in ambele cazuri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s.a deschis sezonul la postari triste dar nu am de ales.. this is my life.&lt;br /&gt;   stiu ca am o promisiune de respectat de anul trecut.urmatoarea postare va fii despre ce imi place :D (scz eMeR)&lt;br /&gt; mi.am dat seama ca uneori vrem sa parem altceva decat suntem. promitem lucruri de care nu suntem siguri ca le vom putea indeplini. ne ascundem si ne prefacem ca nu se intampla nimic. dam vina pe sistem sau pe cei din jur. oare unde e curajul? de unde atata frica de responsabilitati? de ce ne e frica de lucruri serioase? suntem sensibili cand vine vorba de propria persoana. suntem insensibili cand e vorba despre cei din jur. ne mai credem maturi. la 20 si ceva de ani ne comportam ca la 13 ani. wow! &lt;br /&gt;   nu incetez sa sper la un soare pe strada mea neasfaltata. stiu ca va veni. nu mi.e teama sa o iau de la inceput. nu va fii usor dar nici nu vreau. nu vreau nimic degeaba. vreau sa lupt.&lt;br /&gt;atat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recomandarea mea de azi e : mika - rain. enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279831802247475878-7553366801203824625?l=andraboboc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/feeds/7553366801203824625/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2010/01/un-inceput.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/7553366801203824625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/7553366801203824625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2010/01/un-inceput.html' title='un inceput'/><author><name>Andra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15968524837698789275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-07E65AnGfq4/TvAv9kvfdeI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Hlv9F3Q0Zn8/s220/SP_A0407.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/S1I0oCx69VI/AAAAAAAAAEU/PS459XGK6QM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279831802247475878.post-7306836387721447918</id><published>2010-01-04T16:00:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T16:39:19.883+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuvinte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a fost'/><title type='text'>a fost.</title><content type='html'>a fost.. a trecut. unde sunt azi?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ce e mai dureros : sa dezamagesti sau sa fii dezamagit? am trecut in noul an cu mii de framantari. de ce? &lt;br /&gt; de ce mi.ai rascolit sufletul? am crezut. am sperat. cu ce scop?&lt;br /&gt;Craciunul. cu totul special. mosu a fost darnic cu mine. mi.a facut o minune. si am uitat ca minunile tin doar 3 zile. am primit un cadou. bucurie de copil. nici nu am apucat sa.l deschid bine ca s.a facut praf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a fost.. si n.o sa mai fie. &lt;br /&gt;astept. &lt;br /&gt;cateva cuvinte reflecta multe. &lt;br /&gt;recomandarea de azi : mattafix - angel on my shoulders&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279831802247475878-7306836387721447918?l=andraboboc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/feeds/7306836387721447918/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2010/01/fost.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/7306836387721447918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/7306836387721447918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2010/01/fost.html' title='a fost.'/><author><name>Andra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15968524837698789275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-07E65AnGfq4/TvAv9kvfdeI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Hlv9F3Q0Zn8/s220/SP_A0407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279831802247475878.post-7153256201904222726</id><published>2009-12-11T13:24:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T14:20:25.575+02:00</updated><title type='text'>timp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/SyI49el-9YI/AAAAAAAAAD0/pmbsIylTAKI/s1600-h/timp-ii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/SyI49el-9YI/AAAAAAAAAD0/pmbsIylTAKI/s200/timp-ii.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413952330888312194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Trece greu cand as vrea sa treaca mai repede,trece usor cand as vrea sa stea in loc. momente si momente. Unele o sa le port cu mine,altele o sa le las acolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abia astept sa vina Craciunul. Vreau sa ninga! Vreau sa impodobesc bradul! Vreau sa merg sa colind :X Cand toti ma intreaba in perioada asta ce mi.as dori de sarbatori, eu inca spun ca nu stiu. Ce as putea sa.mi doresc? ma rog,este ceva acolo ce mi.as dori dar nu spun. poate mi se implineste dorinta anul asta. sau poate nu :))) De 3 ani imi doresc acelasi lucru, mosu' ori e prea batran si uita ori nu merit eu. La anu o sa ma stradui mai mult :))) asa spun de fiecare data.. de ce niciodata nu ma invat minte?! da cine stie :-j &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cert e ca sigur vreau sa vina Craciunul! iar timpul e un copil care se joaca..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279831802247475878-7153256201904222726?l=andraboboc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/feeds/7153256201904222726/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2009/12/timp.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/7153256201904222726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/7153256201904222726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2009/12/timp.html' title='timp'/><author><name>Andra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15968524837698789275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-07E65AnGfq4/TvAv9kvfdeI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Hlv9F3Q0Zn8/s220/SP_A0407.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/SyI49el-9YI/AAAAAAAAAD0/pmbsIylTAKI/s72-c/timp-ii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279831802247475878.post-8498101057701454878</id><published>2009-11-29T20:41:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T00:26:53.496+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amalgam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lipsuri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimente'/><title type='text'>un amalgam de sentimente</title><content type='html'>da.un amalgam de sentimente.si toate ma inhiba.toate ma fac sa ma simt confuza.nici nu stiu pt cine sunt.si de ce.nu le vreau pe toate.vreau sa aleg,dar nu pot.imi lipsesc zilele alea.da mi.e dor.nu vreau sa recunosc.sunt o lasa uneori.dar am sentimente.ma rog e o nebunie totala.dar cel putin nu sunt fara suflet.cu toate ca mi.as dori uneori sa fiu.sa nu ma doara.dar asta face parte din natura umana.sa te doara.sa.ti fie dor.nu e o rusine.si mie mi.e dor!tie iti e?ma mai stii?sau m.ai uitat?&lt;br /&gt; nu vreau sa las urme.fie ele bune,fie rele.vreau sa fie ca si cum nu am existat vreodata,ca si un trecator.o straina.&lt;br /&gt;am devenit doi straini.nu am vrut asta.dar de cand ce imi doresc eu se si intampla?! de niciodata.probabil ca nu imi doresc indeajuns de mult.&lt;br /&gt; nu sunt indiferenta.nu am fost.si nici nu o sa fiu.dar vad ca imi place la nebunie sa fac asta.cata idiotenie!&lt;br /&gt;imi lipsesc multe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279831802247475878-8498101057701454878?l=andraboboc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/feeds/8498101057701454878/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2009/11/un-amalgam-de-sentimente.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/8498101057701454878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/8498101057701454878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2009/11/un-amalgam-de-sentimente.html' title='un amalgam de sentimente'/><author><name>Andra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15968524837698789275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-07E65AnGfq4/TvAv9kvfdeI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Hlv9F3Q0Zn8/s220/SP_A0407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279831802247475878.post-754534994678503027</id><published>2009-11-13T19:16:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T00:25:24.659+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nu.mi place'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oamenii'/><title type='text'>nu.mi place</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lIKdGHnb2jM/TdQ5POzwpHI/AAAAAAAAAL8/BMD4eqle8qg/s1600/shoes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lIKdGHnb2jM/TdQ5POzwpHI/AAAAAAAAAL8/BMD4eqle8qg/s320/shoes.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608170369819124850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu am mai postat de ceva vreme si ce.i drept nici nu prea am avut timp si cred ca nici chef.multe lucruri trec,altele vin,uiti de cele vechi si incerci sa te adaptezi la ce apare nou. in ultima vreme nu prea am dat importanta la mai nimic decat ce a tinut expres de faculta si nici acolo nu am obtinut chiar ce vroiam insa mai am timp si cu sila ma uit la urmatoarele 2 sapt in care va trebui sa  ma stradui mai mult decat pana acum. nu am mai reusit sa ma odihnesc de cateva zile. am sperat ca o sa ma odihnesc daca plec acasa in week.end dar nu a fost asa. am fost torturata de plictiseala! lucru ce mi.a oferit ragaz sa ma gandesc la ceea ce se petrece in jurul meu.nu am ajuns la nicio concluzie deocamdata, inca astept. si nu imi place de mine cand sunt confuza,cand nu stiu ce sa cred, nu stiu incotro sa ma indrept... chiar nu.mi place.si ca tot am deschis o lista cu ce nu.mi place sa mai catalogam urmatoarele: nu.mi plac oamenii care se prefac, nu.mi plac oamenii care ies prea tare in evidenta, nu.mi plac oamenii tristi, nu.mi plac oamenii care uita cine sunt, nu.mi plac oamenii care asteapta sa le cada ceva de sus, nu.mi plac oamenii care nu stiu sa zambeasca, nu.mi plac oamenii care nu stiu sa poarte o conversatie, nu.mi plac oamenii care vor sa para ceea ce nu sunt... nu.mi plac multi! si multi nu ma plac pe mine! legea firii.&lt;br /&gt;probabil ca data viitoare voi posta despre ce imi place :)) &lt;br /&gt;anyway as mai scrie dar devin plictisitoare si chiar nu.mi place :))    see yaaaa ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279831802247475878-754534994678503027?l=andraboboc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/feeds/754534994678503027/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2009/11/numi-place.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/754534994678503027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/754534994678503027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2009/11/numi-place.html' title='nu.mi place'/><author><name>Andra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15968524837698789275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-07E65AnGfq4/TvAv9kvfdeI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Hlv9F3Q0Zn8/s220/SP_A0407.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lIKdGHnb2jM/TdQ5POzwpHI/AAAAAAAAAL8/BMD4eqle8qg/s72-c/shoes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279831802247475878.post-6075199392477001806</id><published>2009-11-01T17:09:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:06:15.509+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/Su3bxrjQuHI/AAAAAAAAADM/GeAbT92f5Ek/s1600-h/halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/Su3bxrjQuHI/AAAAAAAAADM/GeAbT92f5Ek/s320/halloween.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399213174837786738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si uite ca ultima luna din toamna a inceput,frigul ne cutremura pe toti,se intuneca mult prea repede,iar eu astept primii fulgi.insa nu vreau sa vorbesc inca despre asta,ci mai degraba despre americani si sarbatoarea lor.Halloween! mda cu fiecare an tind sa cred ca uitam de propriile noastre valori,de cultura si traditii.oricum,la ce se pricepe romanul mai bine:la furat!(no offense) da furam pana si sarbatorile altora.ale noastre ce au? pai asta.i,ca nu sunt indeajuns de interesante,de atractive.se organizeaza anual tot felul de evenimente,baluri,petreceri cu tematica sarbatorii de Halloween iar noi participam tot mai mult.chiar si la facultate s.a organizat o astfel de petrecere ba chiar si un concurs de "sculptat" bostani.mare lume s.a adunat,care mai de care mai costumat decat celalalt.cateodata nu inteleg lumea.cred cu desavarsire ca suntem orientati spre tot ce tine distractie.sa nu credeti acum ca mie nu imi place asta dar as prefera sa ne tinem mai mult sarbatorile noastre decat ale altora.ma rog,si ale noastre se tin dar parca mai mare tamtam se face cu dovlecii si inimioara Sf Valentin.&lt;br /&gt;sincer eu raman indiferenta la astfel de evenimente,nu am nevoie de o zi anume sa ma costumez sau sa organizez o petrecere cu tematica, cu atat mai putin cu cat as avea nevoie de o zi speciala sa.i spun persoanei iubite ca o iubesc sau sa.i fac o declaratie de dragoste.astea se pot face oricand,in orice zi, si oricum mi se par mult mai frumoase cand nu urmezi tiparul. &lt;br /&gt;cam atat despre Halloweenul nostru sau al cui o mai fii :)) aveti grija de voi si imbracati.va BINE! ;) see yaaa next time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279831802247475878-6075199392477001806?l=andraboboc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/feeds/6075199392477001806/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/6075199392477001806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/6075199392477001806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Andra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15968524837698789275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-07E65AnGfq4/TvAv9kvfdeI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Hlv9F3Q0Zn8/s220/SP_A0407.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/Su3bxrjQuHI/AAAAAAAAADM/GeAbT92f5Ek/s72-c/halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279831802247475878.post-7695002916468995843</id><published>2009-10-30T13:46:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T13:24:17.061+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ploaie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zambeste'/><title type='text'>ploua...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/SurWifBW_lI/AAAAAAAAADE/9Ma8gklsAwI/s1600-h/Rainy+Day+with+coffee+cup+and+window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/SurWifBW_lI/AAAAAAAAADE/9Ma8gklsAwI/s200/Rainy+Day+with+coffee+cup+and+window.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398362991288057426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ploua,ploua,ploua...as vrea sa ploua.sa fie liniste.sa nu aud decat sunetul picurilor de apa.sa ma linistesc.&lt;br /&gt;cat de mult imi place ploaia...&lt;br /&gt;vreau sa beau un ceai privind afara.sa privesc cum stropii se lovesc de geam.vreau acasa.vreau sa ma joc cu frunze.vreau sa uit de mine.vreau sa merg aiurea pe strada.pe strada... mda,ca si cum fata plouata a unui trecator m.ar face sa zambesc.da,probabil i.as zambi.mi.e mila de cei care cred ca viata e fara sens,care cred ca viata e complicata,s.a.m.d. viata e mai mult decat simpla.viata e asa cum meriti.fara lupta nu primesti nimic.daca nu stii sa pretuiesti viata cu tot ce are ea atunci inseamna ca tii umbra pamantului degeaba. &lt;br /&gt;astazi,voua celor care cred ca viata e aiurea,va fac o recomandare: Janson Mraz- Life is wonderful! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279831802247475878-7695002916468995843?l=andraboboc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/feeds/7695002916468995843/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2009/10/ploua.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/7695002916468995843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/7695002916468995843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2009/10/ploua.html' title='ploua...'/><author><name>Andra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15968524837698789275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-07E65AnGfq4/TvAv9kvfdeI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Hlv9F3Q0Zn8/s220/SP_A0407.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/SurWifBW_lI/AAAAAAAAADE/9Ma8gklsAwI/s72-c/Rainy+Day+with+coffee+cup+and+window.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279831802247475878.post-2656106233357136884</id><published>2009-10-25T12:48:00.014+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T16:47:24.974+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uitare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pasiune'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pian'/><title type='text'>pasiune uitata</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/SuRo__hyy7I/AAAAAAAAACk/anp265yk-fw/s1600-h/01_pian_thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/SuRo__hyy7I/AAAAAAAAACk/anp265yk-fw/s320/01_pian_thumbnail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396553702090918834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pianul! muzica,pasiune,inspiratie.am uitat de el.pacat! undeva prin clasa a 9a cand inca mai regretam alegerea facuta in ceea ce priveste liceul,m.a lovit...sunetul clapelor.mi.am spus: "trebuie sa invat sa cant la pian"! nu mi.a luat mult timp pana am gasit o profesoara de la liceul de arta si m.am pus pe treaba. nici nu va inchipuiti cu cat entuziasm ma duceam la lectii. mama nici nu stia. "ce faci tu cu arta in viata?" mda... o sa fac si eu ce au facut turcii la Plevna sau ce? si nu m.am lasat. a fost greu ca orice inceput. a fost din ce in ce mai greu. dimineata la ora 7 ma duceam la lectii care tineau 2h,apoi ramaneam sa exersez pana pe la 12,iar dupa amiaza mergem la ore in economic. uite asa am tinut.o vreo jumatate de an pana cand am cedat. rusine! sa.mi fie rusine. nu am mai putut. ma axam mult prea mult pe lectiile de pian decat pe cele de trebuinta si de sine statatoare. nu am reusit sa invat foarte multe despre pian insa indeajuns de mult cat sa ma faca sa.l pastrez in cufar ca o pasiune uitata.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/SuRfaVvhI-I/AAAAAAAAACc/enWCt01b0vk/s1600-h/6a00c225203c208fdb00e398cd330a0002-500pi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396543159614383074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/SuRfaVvhI-I/AAAAAAAAACc/enWCt01b0vk/s320/6a00c225203c208fdb00e398cd330a0002-500pi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;anul trecut am dat peste o sansa de a ma apuca iar de pian dar mi.am dat seama ca pentru asta iti trebuie si timp si rabdare,despre care as putea sa spun ca duc lipsa. ma multumesc cu ceea ce am putut sa fac si sa invat si sper la o noua oportunitate in viitor.&lt;br /&gt;cam atat despre una dintre pasiunile mele,pana la urmatoare postare aveti grija de voi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279831802247475878-2656106233357136884?l=andraboboc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/feeds/2656106233357136884/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2009/10/pasiune-uitata.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/2656106233357136884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/2656106233357136884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2009/10/pasiune-uitata.html' title='pasiune uitata'/><author><name>Andra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15968524837698789275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-07E65AnGfq4/TvAv9kvfdeI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Hlv9F3Q0Zn8/s220/SP_A0407.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cD95cf2DOi8/SuRo__hyy7I/AAAAAAAAACk/anp265yk-fw/s72-c/01_pian_thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279831802247475878.post-7759410120824427124</id><published>2009-10-23T18:16:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T14:36:01.887+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat esti de roman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='test'/><title type='text'>cat esti de roman?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:360px;height:240px; background:url(http://teste.sirb.net/roman/badge.jpg); color:#000000; overflow:hidden; padding:20px; font-size:18px; line-height:100%;"&gt;Sunt &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;62%&lt;/span&gt; român.&lt;br /&gt;Testul zice aşa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px; font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eşti frate cu dracul, iar puntea e viaţa. Ţi-e bine în România că ştii că altundeva nu te-ai descurca. Dacă ţi s-ar da bani, ai şi arbora un steag de ziua naţională. Când vorbeşti cu străinii devii şi mai patriot decât de obicei şi începi să le spui despre Brâncuşi şi Duckadam chiar dacă nu-ţi place nici pictura, nici handbalul. Nu asculţi manele, dar după ce te îmbeţi, parcă merg. Îţi place să-i corectezi pe alţii când greşesc. Şpaga e prietena ta bună. (51 - 70 de puncte)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fă şi tu testul &lt;a href="http://teste.sirb.net/roman/" style="color:#990000;"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Eşti cam prea patriot.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; :)))))))))))))) Romanica noastra e frumoasa si saraca,pacat ca nu stim sa o valorificam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279831802247475878-7759410120824427124?l=andraboboc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/feeds/7759410120824427124/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2009/10/cat-esti-de-roman.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/7759410120824427124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/7759410120824427124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2009/10/cat-esti-de-roman.html' title='cat esti de roman?'/><author><name>Andra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15968524837698789275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-07E65AnGfq4/TvAv9kvfdeI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Hlv9F3Q0Zn8/s220/SP_A0407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279831802247475878.post-7507022350185322631</id><published>2009-10-23T15:42:00.009+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T21:31:10.228+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinemagia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinefila'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filme'/><title type='text'>cinemagia</title><content type='html'>astazi cu greu m.am lasat ridicata din pat pe la 7 constienta fiind de faptul ca oricum o sa dau nas in nas cu o ceata groasa si innecacioasa,ca iar trebuie sa ma infofolesc...dar supriza! astazi am dat cu ochii de un soare tarziu de toamna,placut si plin de speranta ca iarna mai are de asteptat.pe la faculta nimic interesant(ca de obicei)...ma gandesc si ma amuz totodata de cioara din fata de la b7,care banuiesc ca mai era si chioara odata ce se chinuia sa gaseasca o cale de iesire din facultate de cateva zile... saraca!&lt;br /&gt;de la un timp ma uit cam mult la filme,cam prea mult pt mine,un pic plictisita de aceleasi subiecte si producatori prost pregatiti.iar asta se intampla in ultima vreme(ori aleg eu filme proaste).aseara de ex m.am uitat la X-Men Origins: Wolverine iar tu o sa ma intrebi: abia acum? da abia acum si sincer vad acum unde s.a pierdut entuziasmul meu de dinainte.un film extraordinar de prost realizat,in care am sesizat nenumarate greseli de productie si scenarizare 8-) nici nu mai stiu de cand nu am mai vazut un film "neterminat"... cu toate ca mi.a placut trilogia X-Men,cel din urma ori e nefinalizat ori e aiurea facut.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...hai sa.l dau de o parte si sa.mi aduc aminte de cateva dintre cele mai bune filme vazute :-? ooo daaa Fight Club- zbeang zbeang :&gt; The butterfly Effect-la care m.am uitat de vreo 2 ori pana sa.l inteleg l-) Saw series,LORT series,Pirates of the Caribbean series,300,The Terminal and so on...as putea sa continui la pana maine si tot as mai avea de adaugat.copilul din mine nu o sa moara niciodata si o sa se manifeste mereu cand vine vorba de filme animate(luv u Sid :)) ) cum incep sa cred ca devin o cinefila dar nu o maestra a filmelor,sper sa nu mai dau peste vreo productie scoasa cu banii de iesit o noapte intr.un club de fitze.&lt;br /&gt;destul despre filme,daca aveti vreo recomandare va poftesc sa.mi lasati un coment.pana data viitoare haidi pa :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279831802247475878-7507022350185322631?l=andraboboc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/feeds/7507022350185322631/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2009/10/cinemagia.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/7507022350185322631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/7507022350185322631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2009/10/cinemagia.html' title='cinemagia'/><author><name>Andra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15968524837698789275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-07E65AnGfq4/TvAv9kvfdeI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Hlv9F3Q0Zn8/s220/SP_A0407.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2279831802247475878.post-3484731543319166691</id><published>2009-10-21T09:53:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T00:29:45.021+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copilarie'/><title type='text'>first post :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ooRTJc56qSw/TdQ6QMiiCbI/AAAAAAAAAMM/SCA4Cu4PjqI/s1600/child.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ooRTJc56qSw/TdQ6QMiiCbI/AAAAAAAAAMM/SCA4Cu4PjqI/s320/child.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608171485901490610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prima postare....nu m.am gandit niciodata sa imi astern gandurile si trairile de zi cu zi aici,impartasite cu persoane pe care le cunosc mai mult sau mai putin,insa sper sa reusesc sa va captez interesul si sa aveti ce invata din tampeniile pe care le fac eu. astazi,nu stiu cu ce sa incep,am mult prea multe in cap si nu ma pot limita doar la o singura idee.astazi,m.am gandit la copilarie,la anii zglobii in care umblam julita in genunchi si mergem la furat de dude si mere :)) cand ma jucam capra noua,lapte gros =))) si coci.au trecut anii,am crescut,imi place sa cred ca m.am maturizat si ca am invatat cat am putut.anii vor trece si sper sa reusesc sa fac ceea ce imi doresc,sa ajung ce imi doresc si sa imi traiesc viata asa cum stiu eu.atat pentru o prima postare.voi reveni cu alte ganduri zglobii ;) see ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2279831802247475878-3484731543319166691?l=andraboboc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/feeds/3484731543319166691/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-post-d.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/3484731543319166691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2279831802247475878/posts/default/3484731543319166691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andraboboc.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-post-d.html' title='first post :D'/><author><name>Andra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15968524837698789275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-07E65AnGfq4/TvAv9kvfdeI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Hlv9F3Q0Zn8/s220/SP_A0407.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ooRTJc56qSw/TdQ6QMiiCbI/AAAAAAAAAMM/SCA4Cu4PjqI/s72-c/child.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
