<?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-678738583613641458</id><updated>2012-02-09T11:23:48.194+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ganduri haotice...</title><subtitle type='html'>Nu uita cine esti.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-7184392610024057293</id><published>2012-02-09T11:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T11:23:48.200+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ne plangeam ca nu ninge..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-anCa8atNK1g/TzOQhRUguZI/AAAAAAAAApc/udrlF4Umoyc/s1600/a+(1572).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-anCa8atNK1g/TzOQhRUguZI/AAAAAAAAApc/udrlF4Umoyc/s320/a+(1572).jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ne-am dorit atat de mult sa ninga, ca acum nu mai scapam de zapada. E peste tot ! Si ne mai si incurca, nu mai putem sa plecam de acasa ca n-avem pe unde, napetii sunt cat casa. Pe de alta parte, sa ne si bucuram de ea, ca pana la urma nu am mai vazut atat de multa zapada la mine in curte de nici nu mai stiu cand. E frumoasa iarna, ar fi fost mai frumos daca ar fi nins asa de Craciun. Ca atunci e spiritul :)&lt;br /&gt;Deci ai grija ce-ti doresti ca s-ar putea sa primesti :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-7184392610024057293?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7184392610024057293/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=7184392610024057293' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/7184392610024057293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/7184392610024057293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2012/02/ne-plangeam-ca-nu-ninge.html' title='Ne plangeam ca nu ninge..'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-anCa8atNK1g/TzOQhRUguZI/AAAAAAAAApc/udrlF4Umoyc/s72-c/a+(1572).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-4473260830383826907</id><published>2011-12-08T12:30:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T12:40:45.382+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarbatorile vin:)</title><content type='html'>Sarbatorile vin sarbatorile vin:D a venit iarna, aici ninge si e tare frumos. E timpul ca toata lumea sa mearga acasa, sa impodobim bradu, sa mergem cu colindu, sa cantam sa dansam, sa bem vin fiert si sa taiem porcu, sa mancam toate bunatatile. Sa-l asteptam pe mosu cu drag, chiar si cei care n-am fost cuminti. Poate o sa fie darnic cu noi, macar el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GrlklpB4P9I/TuCSyDKoDuI/AAAAAAAAAms/E8NjSvAVNfU/s1600/tumblr_lvffrxRYsZ1r363pgo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GrlklpB4P9I/TuCSyDKoDuI/AAAAAAAAAms/E8NjSvAVNfU/s320/tumblr_lvffrxRYsZ1r363pgo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sarbatori fericite tuturor :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-4473260830383826907?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4473260830383826907/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=4473260830383826907' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/4473260830383826907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/4473260830383826907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/12/sarbatoriile-vin.html' title='Sarbatorile vin:)'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GrlklpB4P9I/TuCSyDKoDuI/AAAAAAAAAms/E8NjSvAVNfU/s72-c/tumblr_lvffrxRYsZ1r363pgo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-65080171239894874</id><published>2011-11-03T00:25:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T00:25:55.656+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I just love this song...I, I follow...I follow you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XW6PeG__03w/TrHCYzb0iKI/AAAAAAAAAmU/LqCjssLmU2U/s1600/love%252Cphotography%252Csunset-a39251def9a645bb333b596be7d83114_h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XW6PeG__03w/TrHCYzb0iKI/AAAAAAAAAmU/LqCjssLmU2U/s320/love%252Cphotography%252Csunset-a39251def9a645bb333b596be7d83114_h.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f7f7ef; font-family: Tahoma, Geneva, 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I, I follow, I follow you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f7f7ef; font-family: Tahoma, Geneva, 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V1hooiEtcNA/TrHCW9xIkTI/AAAAAAAAAl0/VmAftyXVztE/s1600/boy%252Ccouple%252Cdark%252Cdress%252Cgirl%252Clove-84759f57a4df71d84c0df3ca9b231338_h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="199" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V1hooiEtcNA/TrHCW9xIkTI/AAAAAAAAAl0/VmAftyXVztE/s320/boy%252Ccouple%252Cdark%252Cdress%252Cgirl%252Clove-84759f57a4df71d84c0df3ca9b231338_h.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f7f7ef; font-family: Tahoma, Geneva, 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: x-large; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f7f7ef; font-family: Tahoma, Geneva, 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Deep sea baby, I follow you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Geneva, 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vHGFPnWd0wE/TrHCXKlxUGI/AAAAAAAAAl4/tI-F0xHWlTE/s1600/boat%252Ccouple%252Clove-ed6396137ec51d640f11d858dd106ece_h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vHGFPnWd0wE/TrHCXKlxUGI/AAAAAAAAAl4/tI-F0xHWlTE/s320/boat%252Ccouple%252Clove-ed6396137ec51d640f11d858dd106ece_h.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Geneva, 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f7f7ef; font-family: Tahoma, Geneva, 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 16px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I, I follow, I follow you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Geneva, 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 16px; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WlOS3Fnsz4E/TrHCXvPSvXI/AAAAAAAAAmA/fvEQOGFLHl4/s1600/beach%252Cboy%252Cboyfriend%252Ccar%252Cgirl%252Cgirlfriend-8de869c8ed825daecf14352e4b6d0961_h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WlOS3Fnsz4E/TrHCXvPSvXI/AAAAAAAAAmA/fvEQOGFLHl4/s320/beach%252Cboy%252Cboyfriend%252Ccar%252Cgirl%252Cgirlfriend-8de869c8ed825daecf14352e4b6d0961_h.jpg" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f7f7ef; font-family: Tahoma, Geneva, 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Dark room honey, I follow you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Geneva, 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LGrB-fBnj40/TrHCYnAQG2I/AAAAAAAAAmM/W5vY34ZiOTk/s1600/couple%252Cblack%252Cand%252Cwhite%252Clove-92fdba30fd0cc39a86919bba7eb0c535_h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LGrB-fBnj40/TrHCYnAQG2I/AAAAAAAAAmM/W5vY34ZiOTk/s320/couple%252Cblack%252Cand%252Cwhite%252Clove-92fdba30fd0cc39a86919bba7eb0c535_h.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f7f7ef; font-family: Tahoma, Geneva, 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f7f7ef; font-family: Tahoma, Geneva, 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;You're my river running high, run deep, run wïld:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f7f7ef; 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text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f7f7ef; font-family: Tahoma, Geneva, 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;[Pentru necunoscatori]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f7f7ef; font-family: Tahoma, Geneva, 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f7f7ef; font-family: Tahoma, Geneva, 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&amp;amp;v=oS6wfWu0JvA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&amp;amp;v=oS6wfWu0JvA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f7f7ef; font-family: Tahoma, Geneva, 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #f7f7ef; font-family: Tahoma, Geneva, 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f7f7ef; font-family: Tahoma, Geneva, 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-65080171239894874?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/65080171239894874/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=65080171239894874' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/65080171239894874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/65080171239894874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-just-love-this-songi-i-followi-follow.html' title='I just love this song...I, I follow...I follow you...'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XW6PeG__03w/TrHCYzb0iKI/AAAAAAAAAmU/LqCjssLmU2U/s72-c/love%252Cphotography%252Csunset-a39251def9a645bb333b596be7d83114_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-7704273189541534626</id><published>2011-10-18T12:09:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T12:09:22.717+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvJ9dUiiOS4/Tp1CLZM5aAI/AAAAAAAAAls/RN2O3lISsxo/s1600/a+%2528332%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvJ9dUiiOS4/Tp1CLZM5aAI/AAAAAAAAAls/RN2O3lISsxo/s320/a+%2528332%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ce ar fi sa ma iubesti?Sa ma duci in univers..sa navigam pe o stea...si sa-mi spui cat ma iubesti...Sa mi spui ca sunt singura fata pe care ai putut s-o iubesti atat...Hai sa navigam pe curcubeu...sa traim fiecare culoare a lui..si sa ne iubim la soare....sa luam meteoritu si sa cadem in mare...sa navigam pe ocean..sa ne pierdem in limpezimea lui....sa ne plimbam pe valuri...sa ne sarutam sub apa...sa visam la noi doi cum vom sta la batranete povestindu-le nepotilor cat ne iubim...de ce nu ma duci in infinit??sa ne iubim in nori si sa visam cum ne tavalim pe soare...sa ti sarut gatul...si buzele ce ard alaturi de mine...vreau sa fi lumea mea...iar eu universul tau...hai sa fim noi...cei doi copii ce se iubesc mereu....sa ne certam unul pe altul cand gresim...si sa ne impacam facandu-ne sa ne pierdem pe iarba verde....iubindu-ne in frig si in cald...cand se cutremura pamantul..noi sa ne strangem in brate si sa ne juram iubire...sa mi uit dragostea la tine...si sa mi pierd mintea fara tine...uite cum ma privesti...nu sti..dar ma ranesti...cu vorbele tale reci...ce-mi ajung pana in cele mai ascunse si pierdute locuri din inima mea impietrita...daca as putea sa te i-au de mana cand toata lumea se uita la tine...si sa ti spun ce simt pentru tine...sa ti spun ca vreau sa fiu cu tine in toate anotimpurile de azi inainte...sa-ti spun ca nu vreau sa irosesc nicio clipa fara tine...vreau sa ma trezesc cu tine..sa traiesc cu tine...sa beau cu tine...sa zambesc cu tine...sa nu pot trai fara tine...fara mangaierea ta...fara sarutul tau...fara parul tau...fara respiratia ta...fara offul ce l simt cand ne dam drumul mainilor...vreau sa fi in sangele meu...sa fi drogul meu...sa vreau sa mi intri mereu in vene....vreau sa fi acea inghititura de vin dupa o lunga calatorie in desert...sa stam intinsi pe o petala si sa ne pierdem hainele in vant....iar florile sa ne cante ce e iubirea...hai tu!fi iubirea mea!fi tot ce vreau eu...si o sa fiu ce vrei tu!...sa pot sa ma pierd in fumul de tigara mereu cu tine...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-7704273189541534626?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7704273189541534626/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=7704273189541534626' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/7704273189541534626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/7704273189541534626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/10/ce-ar-fi-sa-ma-iubestisa-ma-duci-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvJ9dUiiOS4/Tp1CLZM5aAI/AAAAAAAAAls/RN2O3lISsxo/s72-c/a+%2528332%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-1732787893367789556</id><published>2011-10-10T00:13:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T00:13:26.975+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nimic nu e ca acasa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rRSwybhUqe4/TpIOZtpSYUI/AAAAAAAAAlI/mjRalVPwQW4/s1600/a+%2528519%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rRSwybhUqe4/TpIOZtpSYUI/AAAAAAAAAlI/mjRalVPwQW4/s320/a+%2528519%2529.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cateodata ma simt atat de singura ca nici nu pot descrie starile prin care trec...e atat de trist. sunt aici departe de cei de acasa, nu ca m-ar astepta multi. conteaza ca ma asteapta el. abea astept weekendul sa-l vad. sunt atat de fericita cand ma tine in brate. parca am uitat toate lacrimile in clipa in care l-am zarit. aici fiecare are &amp;nbsp;viata si durerea lui, nu au loc de ale mele. inima mea plange iar nimeni nu e aici sa mi stearga lacrimile, nu ma asculta nimeni dupa un cosmar...muzica e in sufletul meu, imi alunga lacrimile in crizele vietii.&lt;br /&gt;Lumea e buna aici, se poarta frumos cu mine, dar nimic nu e ca acasa....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-1732787893367789556?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1732787893367789556/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=1732787893367789556' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/1732787893367789556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/1732787893367789556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/10/nimic-nu-e-ca-acasa.html' title='Nimic nu e ca acasa...'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rRSwybhUqe4/TpIOZtpSYUI/AAAAAAAAAlI/mjRalVPwQW4/s72-c/a+%2528519%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-8496728575888297356</id><published>2011-10-05T14:41:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T14:41:02.101+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Stiam eu ceva:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3c_T-5B9YrE/ToxCQqst5KI/AAAAAAAAAlE/igufsawhpOg/s1600/a+%2528806%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3c_T-5B9YrE/ToxCQqst5KI/AAAAAAAAAlE/igufsawhpOg/s320/a+%2528806%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;STiam eu ca era imposibil sa se termine. Noi suntem facuti unul pe celalalt. Daca nu mai suntem impreuna tot ne iubim. Nu pot fara tine.Doar pentru ca lumea nu ne vrea impreuna asta nu inseamna ca si poate sa ne desparta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-8496728575888297356?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8496728575888297356/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=8496728575888297356' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/8496728575888297356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/8496728575888297356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/10/stiam-eu-ceva.html' title='Stiam eu ceva:)'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3c_T-5B9YrE/ToxCQqst5KI/AAAAAAAAAlE/igufsawhpOg/s72-c/a+%2528806%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-3157106329260662640</id><published>2011-09-28T15:21:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T15:21:53.183+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunt o fricoasa..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--vPHtIz1dRI/ToMRUiquatI/AAAAAAAAAlA/ks_S5XExITg/s1600/6361464f0015931e4e808528_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--vPHtIz1dRI/ToMRUiquatI/AAAAAAAAAlA/ks_S5XExITg/s320/6361464f0015931e4e808528_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Am ajuns la concluzia ca sunt o fricoasa. eu,care ma credeam "mai cu tupeu". Trebuie sa plec la facultate si mi-e teama. Nu cunosc pe nimeni acolo si nu am pe nimeni acolo. Imi las lumea acasa si plec spre un loc necunoscut. Mi-e teama de ce o sa intampin. Mi-e teama sa nu ma schimb si mi-e teama de lume noua. De cand sunt mica visez sa plec la facultate sa fiu pe picioarele mele, sa nu-i mai am pe ai mei pe cap..iar acum cand a venit momentu parca mi-e teama. pfff.in concluzie..sunt speriata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-3157106329260662640?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3157106329260662640/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=3157106329260662640' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/3157106329260662640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/3157106329260662640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/09/sunt-o-fricoasa.html' title='Sunt o fricoasa..'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--vPHtIz1dRI/ToMRUiquatI/AAAAAAAAAlA/ks_S5XExITg/s72-c/6361464f0015931e4e808528_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-5223400209957855006</id><published>2011-09-01T23:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T23:52:43.940+03:00</updated><title type='text'>what do you think?</title><content type='html'>In viata trebuie asigurat echilibrul. Orice lucru bun trebuie sa aiba si o parte rea, precum si orice lucru naspa trebuie sa aiba o parte buna. Nu am multe de spus, doar..."tot ce este ingrozitor are nevoie de iubirea noastra" Nu?:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LGlJCtjHsoI/Tl_wL71WOlI/AAAAAAAAAkk/yk2LZ1sTGjI/s1600/hay%252Cgirl-c0d278a68dfaa03bf90c538f6e293f86_h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LGlJCtjHsoI/Tl_wL71WOlI/AAAAAAAAAkk/yk2LZ1sTGjI/s320/hay%252Cgirl-c0d278a68dfaa03bf90c538f6e293f86_h.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eu incerc sa ma bucur de viata zilnic, de obicei nu am stare, imi place sa ma comport copilareste uneori si sa iubesc nebuneste. La asta cred ca ma pricep cel mai bine. Iubesc neconditionat si ce-i frumos si ce e mai putin frumos. Asa e in viata. Echilibru.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-5223400209957855006?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5223400209957855006/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=5223400209957855006' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/5223400209957855006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/5223400209957855006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-do-you-think.html' title='what do you think?'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LGlJCtjHsoI/Tl_wL71WOlI/AAAAAAAAAkk/yk2LZ1sTGjI/s72-c/hay%252Cgirl-c0d278a68dfaa03bf90c538f6e293f86_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-6627425243491233400</id><published>2011-07-21T12:53:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T13:01:44.712+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu se poate termina asa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WKfx6OwNoYw/Tif4_ZGshiI/AAAAAAAAAkA/0f4s2Sn4GLo/s1600/cute%252Cgirls-ec266c2c09407f2dba6f2d802cbe0644_h.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WKfx6OwNoYw/Tif4_ZGshiI/AAAAAAAAAkA/0f4s2Sn4GLo/s400/cute%252Cgirls-ec266c2c09407f2dba6f2d802cbe0644_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631743627004511778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se spune ca odata ce termini liceu te maturizezi, mie nu mi se pare maturizare, faptu ca toti prietenii tai pleaca in cate un colt de lume, iubitul/iubita nu mai e..pentru ca n-are rost la distanta...toata copilaria ramane in urma si ma enerveaza. Nu vreau sa plec, nu vreau sa ma despart de tine...si nici de prietenii mei. &lt;div&gt;Vreau sa ramana totul la fel, pentru ca ma intorc mereu acasa, pentru ca ce simt aici nu simt nicaieri, mai ales ce simt pentru tine nu as simti pentru altcineva, am luptat atat pentru noi doi ca sa ne desparta asta?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acum ca ne mergea mult prea bine ne vom desparti, pentru ca eu plec pe drumul meu, tu pe al tau...eu cred ca putem sa ne facem si un viitor in viata si sa ne si iubim in continuare. Nu se poate termina asa...Stiu ca vom tine legatura dar nu vom mai fi noi. Eu nu ma vad fara tine. Ce simt pentru tine e mult prea puternic ca sa las pe altcineva in inima mea. Ti-am mai zis....Eu cand iubesc, o fac cu totul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vreau sa raman aici, nu vreau sa plec. Si daca tot plec, macar sa ramana aici totul la fel pana ma intorc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of,acum ca am luat bacu sunt mai trista decat credeam. As vrea sa opresc timpul in loc , sa mi adun pe toti cei dragi intr-o geanta si sa-i i-au cu mine in lume. Sa stiu ca vor fi mereu acolo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-6627425243491233400?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6627425243491233400/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=6627425243491233400' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/6627425243491233400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/6627425243491233400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/07/nu-se-poate-termina-asa.html' title='Nu se poate termina asa...'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WKfx6OwNoYw/Tif4_ZGshiI/AAAAAAAAAkA/0f4s2Sn4GLo/s72-c/cute%252Cgirls-ec266c2c09407f2dba6f2d802cbe0644_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-5394498920038685452</id><published>2011-06-23T13:42:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T13:46:56.241+03:00</updated><title type='text'>BAC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dMR8IYX1Ia4/TgMZWt2tiVI/AAAAAAAAAj4/1E-qCleNQLA/s1600/woman%252Cbook%252Ccolor%252Cgirl%252Creading%252Cstockings-b3dce33ae2b8a26189a7bfa1e63e617d_h.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dMR8IYX1Ia4/TgMZWt2tiVI/AAAAAAAAAj4/1E-qCleNQLA/s400/woman%252Cbook%252Ccolor%252Cgirl%252Creading%252Cstockings-b3dce33ae2b8a26189a7bfa1e63e617d_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621364637945399634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAC stres nervi. nu mai sunt in stare de nimic, ma gandesc numai la rahatu asta de examen, nu mai dorm noaptea, si tot despre ce vorbesc are legatura cu bacu, mi -e frica:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-5394498920038685452?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5394498920038685452/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=5394498920038685452' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/5394498920038685452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/5394498920038685452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/06/bac.html' title='BAC'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dMR8IYX1Ia4/TgMZWt2tiVI/AAAAAAAAAj4/1E-qCleNQLA/s72-c/woman%252Cbook%252Ccolor%252Cgirl%252Creading%252Cstockings-b3dce33ae2b8a26189a7bfa1e63e617d_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-1077281241953270261</id><published>2011-05-28T13:40:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T13:56:19.114+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Clasa mea...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SI3SOY24SMA/TeDUzJUPB3I/AAAAAAAAAjk/v5woTku3k4A/s1600/DSCF5173.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SI3SOY24SMA/TeDUzJUPB3I/AAAAAAAAAjk/v5woTku3k4A/s400/DSCF5173.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611719110842845042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sa -mi fie dor de voi. Cu bune si cu rele. Ne-am distrat:) O sa mi fie dor de barfa din ultima banca,saracu Pascu cate ne-a suportat:)) Laura cu perlele ei, si Curca cu nervii pe care mi facea:))&lt;div&gt;Danuts si Bubu imi placea de voi cand va certati, erati funny rau:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Larisa ciulea urechile pana in ultima banca sa nu cumva sa nu stie ea ceva:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ceryyyy toata ziua sosotea cu Catalina si Pascu era atent, poate prindea si el ceva:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorina mereu ramanea fara apa, Tere tzopaia de colo colo, ca o broscuta. Vijeu ori manca ori se juca sah sau carti, cu Tudy normal:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ratza ca de obicei, sigur comenta ceva ori prin fata clasei ori prin spate:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soare era concentrat cu Georgel acolo, discutau ei de Boy's STUFF:D :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alina isi da mesaje sau vorbeste la telefon, iar Alexandra nu -l mai suporta pe Gruia, care o streseaza:)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mitzi e nebagata in seama in banca ei saraca, si de aceea se intoarce la noi sa barfeasca si ea cu mine si cu Adenis, si cu Georgiana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorana si Denisa il chinuie pe Teo[Pestele] sau il mangaie, depinde de stare:)) Robert ori nu e la scoala ori viseaza. si cred ca am terminat?:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-1077281241953270261?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1077281241953270261/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=1077281241953270261' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/1077281241953270261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/1077281241953270261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/05/clasa-mea.html' title='Clasa mea...'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SI3SOY24SMA/TeDUzJUPB3I/AAAAAAAAAjk/v5woTku3k4A/s72-c/DSCF5173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-1705488611870205459</id><published>2011-05-04T19:21:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T19:27:49.292+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Iarta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQYVeLiQR1E/TcF-cmUQP8I/AAAAAAAAAjE/5qMYq6svpRg/s1600/3534824974_ec7b38d4f8.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQYVeLiQR1E/TcF-cmUQP8I/AAAAAAAAAjE/5qMYq6svpRg/s400/3534824974_ec7b38d4f8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602898441212542914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In timp trece, in timp o s-o lasi in urma ca si pe celelalte gresite...dar gandeste-te ...se merita sa-l lasi pe el in urma? &lt;div&gt;Parerea mea e ca nu...nu lasa o greseala sa ti dea peste cap toata munca, tot ce ai acumulat in acest timp... Nu conteaza ce cred ceilalti si crede-ma ca am invatat cel mai bine asta, conteaza ce simti tu... iar daca tu inca simti acel puternic BUM BUM cand il vezi iti spun un lucru, rareori simti asta;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si inca ceva, persoanele care zic ca nu ar ierta, cum a fost azi, iti spun sigur ca ar ierta, nu ar da dreaq o munca, pentru ca e de  muncit ca sa iubesti, e greu sa iubesti. E greu sa gasesti pe cineva pe care sa iubesti. Uita-te la mine, sincer, nu regret ca am iertat, nu regret ca am mai dat o sansa, orice om merita inca o sansa, cu totii suntem prosti si gresim, si tu ai gresit in felul tau, si eu in al meu, si ceilalti la fel, nu -i crede pe cei ce-ti spun ca ei n-ar ierta, ei nu iubesc:), cand iubesti nu ai voie sa gresesti, but shit happends, dar si atunci cand iubesti ierti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-1705488611870205459?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1705488611870205459/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=1705488611870205459' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/1705488611870205459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/1705488611870205459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/05/iarta.html' title='Iarta...'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQYVeLiQR1E/TcF-cmUQP8I/AAAAAAAAAjE/5qMYq6svpRg/s72-c/3534824974_ec7b38d4f8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-8166431091705675348</id><published>2011-03-13T22:35:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T22:46:25.498+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Viata e dura...iar noi tre' sa ne luptam cu ea:)</title><content type='html'>urasc persoanele violente..persoanele care fac rau..urasc persoanele ce se lasa influentate de invidie si actioneaza rautacios impotriva celorlalti..de ce nu ganditi fratilor? prostia se plateste. urasc barbatii ce abuza de tinere naive, urasc baietii ce se dau pe langa "mititele" doar pentru a le baga in pat, iar ele proaste sar imediat. urasc ucigasii, urasc persoanele ce nu sunt in stare sa actioneze pe fata, si fac totul pe la spate...[niste lasi/lase]&lt;br /&gt;stau si ma gandesc, oare panaramele vor deschide vreodata ochii si vor vedea cat de zdrente sunt? si vor incerca sa schimbe ceva?&lt;br /&gt;oare jegosii aia de barbati care abuza de fete nevinovate se mai pot privi in oglinda?&lt;br /&gt;oare ucigasii au constiinta incarcata?&lt;br /&gt;doamne, cate persoane rele sunt in lume:( si cat de naive sunt unele persoane. daca as pleca in alt oras, sa fiu singura, pe cont propriu cred ca m-as da cu capu de pereti. vreau sa fiu cu tine mereu, si nu mint, vreau sa sti cat de important esti pentru mine si cat de mult iti multumesc ca m-ai ajutat sa uit cat de rau mi-a facut lumea.te iubesc:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-8166431091705675348?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8166431091705675348/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=8166431091705675348' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/8166431091705675348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/8166431091705675348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/03/viata-e-duraiar-noi-tre-sa-ne-luptam-cu.html' title='Viata e dura...iar noi tre&apos; sa ne luptam cu ea:)'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-7029381591099298719</id><published>2011-02-21T14:06:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T14:31:53.892+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ti-ar veni sa crezi?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EAuiHGgrTSU/TWJbNFewnmI/AAAAAAAAAik/aM1xjSSH57E/s1600/quote-fef258605035e7cb6b52c10bb2a0f7e7_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EAuiHGgrTSU/TWJbNFewnmI/AAAAAAAAAik/aM1xjSSH57E/s400/quote-fef258605035e7cb6b52c10bb2a0f7e7_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576119569005715042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti-ar veni sa crezi ca fata cu care vorbeam zilnic, faceam totul, agatam, iubeam, radeam, plangeam...ea azi imi e dusman...de ce? ea a gresit si tot ea imi face rau in continuare? important e ca nu ma las afectata de actiunile ei. Insa nu inteleg de ce are aceasta sete de a ma dobori? pentru ca l-am ales pe el? pentru ca am preferat sa raman fata cuminte alaturi de prietenul meu in loc sa devin panarama orasului, sa ma vorbeasca toata lumea pe la spate drept supertarfa...nu mersi. asta ti se potriveste tie. Eu am fost prietena cu un alt om, nu cu persoana ce ai devenit acum. Sunt sigura ca te intrebi de ce m-am indepartat...pentru ca e prea mult rahat in tine si in prietena ta. Va meritati una pe cealalta. Si ma bucur ca ti-ai gasit una pe masura ta. &lt;div&gt;Mi-e rusine ca am fost odata prietena cu tine.  Nu ma asteptam din partea ta sa vrei sa-mi faci rau. Aminteste-ti ca mereu mi-am vazut de treaba mea cand era vorba de tine, insa gata cu bunul simt din partea mea. Daca altii nu au, eu de ce sa am? N-am sa ma las calcata in picioare de 2 zdrente pe care nu le duc capu:)) a venit timpul sa -mi dau eu drumul la gura, ti-am tinut rahaturile prea mult:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-7029381591099298719?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7029381591099298719/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=7029381591099298719' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/7029381591099298719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/7029381591099298719'/><link rel='alternate' 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type='html'>papusa.stiu ce am scris.si speli varza ca nu ai niciun drept de autor de nicaieri.mi am gasit postarile si la alte proaste kre m-au copiat si la fel le-am facut si lor.si inca ceva..daca esti atat de curioasa k domne nu le am scris eu .informeaza-te la google.sa vezi ca sunt datate la mine prima oara.pt k sunt scrise de mine;) si nu stiai de existenta mea pentru ca nu sti nimic.uitate cate vizualizari ai tuh si cati te urmaresc pe tine si p urma uita-te la mine..sa vedem pe urma care e mai cunoscuta dintre noi:) doar ca pana si tu ma urmareai daca ai ajuns sa ma copiezi.le-ai luat tot de pe blogul meu doar k aveam alt skin.asa k gura papusa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-7236903960029406289?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-3810726115037386200</id><published>2010-12-22T11:05:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T11:10:19.202+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarbatorile vin:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Vin sarbatorile...Vine Craciunul....Vine Anul Nou....Toate vin acum:D &lt;div&gt;Eu sunt mai fericita decat in fiecare an...:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/TRHAZ7HGqRI/AAAAAAAAAiU/Zd5jSfV_2lA/s400/4178563206_92742e5c12.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553431367121283346" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dupa Revelion...vine ziua mea de nume,si pe urma vine Majoratul meu...Abea astept:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E visul pe care multe pustoaice il au:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stiu ca dupa ce ti se implineste nu mai esti la fel de incantat ca inainte, dar totusi...o sa traiesc bucuria aceea:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarbatori fericite tuturor! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;va urez din suflet...cu bucurie:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-3810726115037386200?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3810726115037386200/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=3810726115037386200' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/3810726115037386200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/3810726115037386200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/12/sarbatorile-vind.html' title='Sarbatorile vin:D'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/TRHAZ7HGqRI/AAAAAAAAAiU/Zd5jSfV_2lA/s72-c/4178563206_92742e5c12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-835630806105984095</id><published>2010-12-11T22:05:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T22:24:16.353+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu regret nici o persoana ce am lasat in urma mea...</title><content type='html'>Pe cine am lasat in urma? hmm..imi amintesc destul de bine...prietene "for ever" cum erau ele atunci:)) iar acum d-abea ne mai dam buna...n-am zis ca am fost o prietena model...dar nici celalalte n-au fost...asa se intampla cand esti dezamagit de o persoana la care ti foarte mult...am tinut la multe fete pe care le credeam cele mai bune prietene si s-a dovedit contrariul...unele sunt pe interes..altele doar ca sa fie prietena...ca plm sa iasa in oras sau sa caute anturaj...sau sa afle pe unde si ce face gagica-su...puteti sa-mi reprosati pana va dor gurile ca nu mai am pe nimeni in afara de el...sunt fericita...iar prietenii vin si pleaca...:) iar mieee mi se rupe..puteti sa ma barfiti acolo cat vreti...puteti sa faceti ce va taie capu...imi aratati cat de praf sunteti:)) puteti sa ma barfiti chiar ma simt importanta:)) acum sunt fericita..nu conteaza daca ma prabusesc...pot si cu singura mea prietena adevarata...n-am nevoie de voi:) gata v-am pupat fetele:)) :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-835630806105984095?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/835630806105984095/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=835630806105984095' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/835630806105984095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/835630806105984095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/12/nu-regret-nici-o-persoana-ce-am-lasat.html' title='Nu regret nici o persoana ce am lasat in urma mea...'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-7118774889924594833</id><published>2010-11-18T14:15:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T14:46:30.137+02:00</updated><title type='text'>de-as avea...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;De-as avea mai mult timp as scrie mai mult...dar nu am...&lt;div&gt;E nasol in clasa a12a...mule pregatiri...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;toata lumea te facaie la cap cu intrebari despre facultati...cand tu nu sti nici macar cum sa mai respiri...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of...vreau sa fiu iar in clasa a9a...vreau sa fiu boboaca...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/TOUZrlJ8HvI/AAAAAAAAAiM/8UtQtW8k_Hw/s400/dog%252Cspaghetti%252Cteeth-f73b18b72278ead3ab85c6c515a83289_h.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540863153048133362" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iar eu vreau un catel:( sa doarma cu mine:( sa ma inveseleasca:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si in fiecare dimineata sa-ti amintesti cine esti...si ce-ti doresti...viata e frumoasa..cu bune cu grele...chiar daca mai ai si zile proaste....sau foarte obositoare...eu cel putin sunt terminata...dar nu ma las batuta...si o sa-mi dau toata silinta...chiar daca in fiecare zi viata mea se schimba...nu uita cine esti...:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-7118774889924594833?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7118774889924594833/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=7118774889924594833' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/7118774889924594833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/7118774889924594833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/11/de-as-avea.html' title='de-as avea...'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/TOUZrlJ8HvI/AAAAAAAAAiM/8UtQtW8k_Hw/s72-c/dog%252Cspaghetti%252Cteeth-f73b18b72278ead3ab85c6c515a83289_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-5803566463209701033</id><published>2010-10-18T10:35:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T14:44:01.205+03:00</updated><title type='text'>chiar ca nu multi au dragoste adevarata...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/TLwpQLlPjqI/AAAAAAAAAh8/ctJp8MBCHDk/s1600/kiss,love-77c97c04292eb6a9d460bb1895cb5a29_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/TLwpQLlPjqI/AAAAAAAAAh8/ctJp8MBCHDk/s400/kiss,love-77c97c04292eb6a9d460bb1895cb5a29_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529339800467771042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-ai ranit...si am ales sa ti dau o lectie...sa-ti arat ca si eu pot. am facut-o in prostia mea. am crezut ca daca te insel te potolesti din inselat. Am crezut ca daca te fac sa simti ce am simtit eu de fiecare data cand m-ai inselat, o sa realizezi cat doare...am crezut ca prin durere o sa realizezi si tu ca nu e bine sa inseli...ca nu asa ma ti langa tine...am stat cu tine atata timp pentru ca te-am iubit...si te iubesc. Noi facem prostii, ne batem, ne omoram, ne injuram, si ce pula mea mai facem , dar dragostea e! Exista dragoste! Ne iubim. Trebuie doar sa invatam sa ne respectam, sa nu ne mai declaram razboi, ci sa ne linistim. Imi pare rau ca te-am inselat, am facut-o pentru ca sti foarte bine ca am ajuns in pragul disperarii! Am vrut sa vezi cat doare! iarta-ma! Iarta-ma ca am fost proasta si ca nu sunt ceea ce ti-ai imaginat...sunt prea multe la mijloc...e prea multa durere intre noi...daca vom invinge si asta inseamna ca suntem norocosi. dar daca nu...asa a fost sa fie.&lt;br /&gt;Nu-mi pasa daca imi va spune lumea ca sunt proasta, ca merit mai bun, ca pot mai mult, conteaza ca dupa atatea...dupa cat rau ne-am facut unul altuia suntem aici. in incaperea asta...in acelasi pat in care ne iubeam, dar acum spate in spate, fiecare cu durerea lui...&lt;div&gt;Insa dupa atatea lacrimi, suntem impreuna: ) si o sa luptam sa o scoatem la capat. Promit ca nu mai mint si nu mai fac ce am facut : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SI acum mesaj pentru toata lumea....nu mai comentati voi ca blabla suntem nu stiu cum si in ce fel...nu ne-ati despartit pana acum. n-o so faceti nici acum...voi puteti sa ma faceti proasta in continuare ca stau cu el si etc...e in vant, nu degeaba fac asta, macar stiu ca pe mine nu m-a futut si m-a lasat, cum le-a facut celorlalte. Cu mine n-a fost vagabont cum a fost cu celelalte,a avut scaparile lui. Si sa vedeti voi de azi inainte daca o sa mai greseasca, sa ma scuipati in gura. O sa vedeti toate ca Makaveli e un alt om:) Si tocmai d-aia eu il iubesc. Pentru ca e cu mine ce cu voi nu va fi niciodata. Si am fost alaturi de el la bine si la rau, ar fi fost vreuna in stare? Voi in loc sa ma respectati, voi ma criticati...o sa inteleaga fiecare cand o sa aiba asa ceva. Pana atunci...GURA! Ca eu m-am saturat sa ma tot futeti la icre cu vorbele voastre aruncate aiurea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-5803566463209701033?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5803566463209701033/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=5803566463209701033' title='10 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/5803566463209701033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/5803566463209701033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/10/chiar-ca-nu-multi-au-dragoste-adevarata.html' title='chiar ca nu multi au dragoste adevarata...'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/TLwpQLlPjqI/AAAAAAAAAh8/ctJp8MBCHDk/s72-c/kiss,love-77c97c04292eb6a9d460bb1895cb5a29_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-6514956967825321278</id><published>2010-10-14T18:18:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T19:10:42.086+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat de mult poti iubi?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ai putea sa fi alaturi de persoana ce o iubesti indiferent de situatie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iubirea nu inseamna doar dulcegarii sau zahar...inseamna si acritura sau sare de lamaie...fiecare om iubeste in felul lui...privesc lumea...sunt fericita cand vad doi oameni indragostiti...mici sau mari ...nu conteaza...imi ofera un sentiment placut...de liniste:) si ma gandesc la cei singuri...la cei ce cersesc iubire....la cei ce se ineaca in alcool pentru ca au pierdut ce aveau mai bun...ma gandesc la persoanele,pe care nici macar nu le inteleg,de ce gresesc fata de cei care le sunt alaturi,stiind ca acestia ii iubesc?doar pentru ca stiu ca vor inchide ochii si ierta? doar pentru ca sti ca persoana de langa tine te iubeste absolut? nu,din prostie se greseste, si pe urma se lupta sa recastigi ce ai avut o data,dar,rar exista iubiri de genu asta. Dar tot raul spre bine, gandeste-te ce esti cand alaturi de ea/el, si apoi intr-o zi...plimba-te singur[a] pe strada si gandeste-te...valorezi la fel? pentru o anumita persoana reprezinti toata lumea...iar pentru toata lumea...esti doar o persoana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527934813097853938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/TLcrbJw2g_I/AAAAAAAAAh0/1SDCWquZLb4/s400/tumblr_l8gijtfM7C1qca3kho1_500.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu uita...nu da cu piciorul unei iubiri..pentru ca intr-o zi vei tanji dupa ea....si n-o vei mai putea avea...si o sa te zgarii pe ochi ca ti-ai pierdut lumea...iar altii o caut zilnic...tanjesc dupa ea...si cei care o au...-o apreciaza...pana si eu am invatat sa iubesc...absolut...mai presus de toate...si tot ce am facut am facut pentru noi..pentru ca tu reprezinti lumea mea...si cum ti-am spus de la inceput...cand iubesc..dau totul...iar eu raman a ta...cate zile voi respira...asta nu e o copilarie...e viata mea cu tine....te iubesc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-6514956967825321278?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6514956967825321278/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=6514956967825321278' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/6514956967825321278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/6514956967825321278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/10/cat-de-mult-poti-iubi.html' title='Cat de mult poti iubi?'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/TLcrbJw2g_I/AAAAAAAAAh0/1SDCWquZLb4/s72-c/tumblr_l8gijtfM7C1qca3kho1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-8023330586450104780</id><published>2010-09-24T15:23:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T15:33:10.903+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Prieteni..masti...si cacaturi de genu:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/TJyacWDSWsI/AAAAAAAAAhc/h-6T1Ubnq8M/s1600/22c6e18762d4063bb0862f1b4f0feaa6_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/TJyacWDSWsI/AAAAAAAAAhc/h-6T1Ubnq8M/s400/22c6e18762d4063bb0862f1b4f0feaa6_h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520457054995765954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prieteni..hmm....o prietenie adevarata se bazeaza pe...sprijin si incredere nu?!&lt;br /&gt;In fata toti sunt prieteni adevarati...toti imi ofera sprijin...si mai ales incredere...Dar de ce a trebuit sa va strangeti in spatele meu sa puteti vorbi? de ce n-ati spus in fata mea?&lt;br /&gt;Singurul lucru din toate rahaturile astea, care m-a deranjat...a fost ca niciunul...din mai multe situatii...nu a fost in stare sa-mi spuna in fata "femeie nu te suport!" te inchizi in baie cu niste "prietene" de ale tale si incepi sa ma susotesti. Te ascunzi in spatele bancilor si incepi sa vorbesti aiurea. nu dedic postu asta nimanui..ci doar celor care se simt:) Nu sunt un exemplu bun de prietena...am fost prietena cu cine a meritat...cu cine nu...drum bun:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-8023330586450104780?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8023330586450104780/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=8023330586450104780' title='9 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/8023330586450104780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/8023330586450104780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/09/prietenimastisi-cacaturi-de-genu.html' title='Prieteni..masti...si cacaturi de genu:)'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/TJyacWDSWsI/AAAAAAAAAhc/h-6T1Ubnq8M/s72-c/22c6e18762d4063bb0862f1b4f0feaa6_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-4562695866878016740</id><published>2010-09-01T13:46:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T14:01:01.783+03:00</updated><title type='text'>ce avem noi nu are nimeni.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/TH4yYikhRkI/AAAAAAAAAhU/7JCF_Wj0VJg/s1600/tattoos,sd,kiss,couple,black,white,kuddle-6e624c3e9fa186b30e8445996b813688_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 342px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/TH4yYikhRkI/AAAAAAAAAhU/7JCF_Wj0VJg/s400/tattoos,sd,kiss,couple,black,white,kuddle-6e624c3e9fa186b30e8445996b813688_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511898391126296130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avem caractere puternice si amandoi vrem sa fim castigatori..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cred ca de aceea si rezistam  impreuna...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pentru ca intre noi scanteia e mereu aprinsa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ori ca ne omoram ori ca ne imbratisam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ori ca urlam ori ca ne sarutam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si nu putem trai cu persoane diferite....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;caci numai noi ne suportam exact asa cum suntem cu adevarat...&lt;object width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uelHwf8o7_U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uelHwf8o7_U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-4562695866878016740?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4562695866878016740/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=4562695866878016740' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/4562695866878016740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/4562695866878016740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/09/ce-avem-noi-nu-are-nimeni.html' title='ce avem noi nu are nimeni.'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/TH4yYikhRkI/AAAAAAAAAhU/7JCF_Wj0VJg/s72-c/tattoos,sd,kiss,couple,black,white,kuddle-6e624c3e9fa186b30e8445996b813688_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-5227650857575746800</id><published>2010-07-28T16:12:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T21:57:17.992+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Toate gandurile..amintirile...au zburat toate...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/TFMgcTKND9I/AAAAAAAAAgY/hu39z9aw9Aw/s1600/woman,hippie,beauty,dark,hair,hair,light-2ac39d192b38649e58764e78ef9ab064_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/TFMgcTKND9I/AAAAAAAAAgY/hu39z9aw9Aw/s400/woman,hippie,beauty,dark,hair,hair,light-2ac39d192b38649e58764e78ef9ab064_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499775240501006290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Toate se duc pe rand pe rand...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Si eu usor usor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Devin alt om...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Si cel mai bun lucru pe care l-am putut face...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A fost ca te-am alungat din viata mea...:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-5227650857575746800?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5227650857575746800/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=5227650857575746800' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/5227650857575746800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/5227650857575746800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/07/toate-gandurileamintirileau-zburat.html' title='Toate gandurile..amintirile...au zburat toate...'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/TFMgcTKND9I/AAAAAAAAAgY/hu39z9aw9Aw/s72-c/woman,hippie,beauty,dark,hair,hair,light-2ac39d192b38649e58764e78ef9ab064_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-8522851877813298747</id><published>2010-07-17T10:11:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T10:14:49.664+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ura?! Crezi ca ai stiut vreodata ce inseamna asta?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/TEFYWy_8TzI/AAAAAAAAAgA/DdsuVcXl9YI/s1600/00_Miss+Maramures+2009_Andreea+Beatrix+Iosip_costum+de+baie_generic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/TEFYWy_8TzI/AAAAAAAAAgA/DdsuVcXl9YI/s400/00_Miss+Maramures+2009_Andreea+Beatrix+Iosip_costum+de+baie_generic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494770169039048498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiar crezi ca mai cred vreun cuvant din ce zici?!&lt;div&gt;Marsh din viata mea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regret ca te -am cunoscut ,dar cel mai mult regret ca te-am iubit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu mai dau nici 2 bani pe tine. Nici buna pe strada nu meriti. Nici nimic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu ma cauta, Lasa-ma in pace! Uita-ma! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caci in noaptea trecuta te-am declarat mort. Si ma pis pe toate momentele pe care le-am petrecut impreuna! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-8522851877813298747?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8522851877813298747/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=8522851877813298747' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/8522851877813298747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/8522851877813298747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/07/ura-crezi-ca-ai-stiut-vreodata-ce.html' title='Ura?! Crezi ca ai stiut vreodata ce inseamna asta?'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/TEFYWy_8TzI/AAAAAAAAAgA/DdsuVcXl9YI/s72-c/00_Miss+Maramures+2009_Andreea+Beatrix+Iosip_costum+de+baie_generic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-6680800589174495586</id><published>2010-06-30T16:08:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T16:18:25.104+03:00</updated><title type='text'>azi o sa-mi colorez blogul cu imagini...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/TCtD-5zx7qI/AAAAAAAAAfU/PZxMvbaR4cc/s1600/love,blonde,fashion,happy,model,peace-84c2b223e6b21eb902bbfe387e67edf5_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/TCtD-5zx7qI/AAAAAAAAAfU/PZxMvbaR4cc/s400/love,blonde,fashion,happy,model,peace-84c2b223e6b21eb902bbfe387e67edf5_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488555318830034594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Azi..sunt fericita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/TCtDrkbr0OI/AAAAAAAAAfM/QL9GMyGP9YA/s400/4060556223_2ea344e4c8.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488554986674311394" /&gt;Grijile incep sa se duca...&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/TCtDTY9JyzI/AAAAAAAAAfE/dQVBy496ZJ8/s400/dark,hair,legs,shades,sky,woman,girl-4c69c7d9f9c8ae1d633171afdb55f466_h.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 247px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488554571276602162" /&gt;Fericirea ma inveleste....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/TCtC_5MIj-I/AAAAAAAAAe8/k9ZTWoMpzkU/s400/beach,girl,photo,sunglasses,beachy,wob-fb436fd7809b46bc352d7bec5fbcdd9f_h.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488554236331986914" /&gt;Singuratatea nu se simte in jurul meu...&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/TCtCuAfIkMI/AAAAAAAAAe0/SWmtv1j50-I/s400/couple,kiss,smoke-85643d16cc6a01123714bec7324f9119_h.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488553929053081794" /&gt;Dragostea ma innebuneste...&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/TCtCObNdjfI/AAAAAAAAAes/v5r3NSUAQhk/s400/art,dark,hair,girl,sky,zoom,photography-8667c9aa03f27770cfba2a39ff6ca749_h.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488553386470903282" /&gt;Caldura ma invaluieste....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-6680800589174495586?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6680800589174495586/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=6680800589174495586' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/6680800589174495586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/6680800589174495586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/06/azi-o-sa-mi-colorez-blogul-cu-imagini.html' title='azi o sa-mi colorez blogul cu imagini...'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/TCtD-5zx7qI/AAAAAAAAAfU/PZxMvbaR4cc/s72-c/love,blonde,fashion,happy,model,peace-84c2b223e6b21eb902bbfe387e67edf5_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-3873100284570920934</id><published>2010-06-16T13:30:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T13:34:06.761+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Prietena mea cea mai buna...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/TBiocV6YOlI/AAAAAAAAAek/-x3uHsIGCac/s1600/girl,moda,black,and,white,photography,b,w,loveit-36de9d1c5affd6c719fd39a9a6cea662_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/TBiocV6YOlI/AAAAAAAAAek/-x3uHsIGCac/s400/girl,moda,black,and,white,photography,b,w,loveit-36de9d1c5affd6c719fd39a9a6cea662_h.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483317751195384402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum am lasat totul...imi pare rau ca s-a ajuns aici...dar el inseamna mai mult decat pot exprima in cuvinte...sa ne amintim de totul cu drag...multumesc ca mi-ai fost alaturi in momentele grele...nu ma judeca...&lt;br /&gt;Nu ti-am spus nimic..pentru ca nu mi pot lua adio de la tine...e mai bine asa....am plecat fara niciun cuvant...si da vina pe mine...eu te-am dezamagit...e mai bine asa pentru amandoua....imi pare rau...dar il iubesc...la bine si la greu...&lt;br /&gt;iar azi pot declara ca am renuntat la tot pentru el...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-3873100284570920934?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3873100284570920934/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=3873100284570920934' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/3873100284570920934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/3873100284570920934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/06/prietena-mea-cea-mai-buna.html' title='Prietena mea cea mai buna...'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/TBiocV6YOlI/AAAAAAAAAek/-x3uHsIGCac/s72-c/girl,moda,black,and,white,photography,b,w,loveit-36de9d1c5affd6c719fd39a9a6cea662_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-1741464437965239793</id><published>2010-06-09T17:08:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T17:16:47.975+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Trag linia cu vopsea...am tras prea mult cu creta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/TA-iHpoQh0I/AAAAAAAAAdM/HbOzORD58Os/s1600/4633848441_b5fffa17e9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/TA-iHpoQh0I/AAAAAAAAAdM/HbOzORD58Os/s400/4633848441_b5fffa17e9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480777523850676034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-am saturat...mereu ma lasi cand imi e lumea mai draga...cum sa ma bazez pe tine...cand tu ma lasi mereu...nu esti acolo...ce e asta?! e iubire?!...nu prea cred. am fost demna de tine.am fost doar a ta.fara minciuni si cacaturi. mi-ai colorat viata de atatea ori...si de fiecare data cand ai plecat am acoperit cu creta...si  pe urma am spalat tot...si a ramas doar ce era colorat...acum e timpul sa dau arunc vopseaua...sa nu mai stiu ce era colorat...sa uit totul. ma iubesti?! atunci esti langa mine..si ma respecti! si nu ma neglijezi! daca nu ma iubesti...du-te frate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-1741464437965239793?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1741464437965239793/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=1741464437965239793' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/1741464437965239793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/1741464437965239793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/06/trag-linia-cu-vopseaam-tras-prea-mult.html' title='Trag linia cu vopsea...am tras prea mult cu creta...'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/TA-iHpoQh0I/AAAAAAAAAdM/HbOzORD58Os/s72-c/4633848441_b5fffa17e9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-5951604762468944512</id><published>2010-05-30T16:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T16:26:08.343+03:00</updated><title type='text'>leapsa copii:D</title><content type='html'>leapsaa`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat e ceasul?&lt;br /&gt;16:06&lt;br /&gt;Numele tau este?&lt;br /&gt;Ioana&lt;br /&gt;Porecla?&lt;br /&gt;yoyo/nasty&lt;br /&gt;Ai tatuaje?&lt;br /&gt;nup &lt;br /&gt;Culoarea ochilor?&lt;br /&gt;caprui&lt;br /&gt;Locul in care te-ai nascut?&lt;br /&gt;Campina&lt;br /&gt;Mancare favorita?&lt;br /&gt;salata de rosii&lt;br /&gt;Ai fost vreodata in USA?&lt;br /&gt;nup&lt;br /&gt;Ai infasurat vreodata pe cineva cu hartie igienica?&lt;br /&gt;=))yep!&lt;br /&gt;Ai iubit pe cineva atat de mult incat sa-ti vina sa plangi?&lt;br /&gt;maxim.&lt;br /&gt;Ai fost implicat in vreun accident de masina?&lt;br /&gt;mda ;x&lt;br /&gt;Crutoane sau bacon?&lt;br /&gt;amandoua .&lt;br /&gt;Zi favorita din saptamana?&lt;br /&gt;vineri &lt;br /&gt;Resturant favorit?&lt;br /&gt;meccdonald . &lt;br /&gt;Ce sport iti place sa urmaresti?&lt;br /&gt;nu prea&lt;br /&gt;Bautura favorita?&lt;br /&gt;apa minerala&lt;br /&gt;Inghetata favorita?&lt;br /&gt;cu capsiuni.si vanilie.&lt;br /&gt;Walt Disney sau Warner Bros?&lt;br /&gt;Walt Disney&lt;br /&gt;Restaurant fast food favorit?&lt;br /&gt;tot mccdonald &lt;br /&gt;Ce culoare are dormitorul vostru?&lt;br /&gt;galben.portocaliu.alb.plin de fluturi cranii.si poze: ))&lt;br /&gt;De cate ori ai copiat la vreun examen?&lt;br /&gt;n-am degete sa numar: ))&lt;br /&gt;In care magazin ai fi cheltuit toti bani de pe card?&lt;br /&gt;In orice magazin de haine &lt;br /&gt;Ce faci de obicei cand te plictisesti?&lt;br /&gt;acult muzica, ma joc, stau pe geam si privesc stelele, postez pe blog ..&lt;br /&gt;La ce ora mergi la culcare?&lt;br /&gt;cand pic de somn.&lt;br /&gt;Cine o sa raspunda prima/primul la leapsa asta?&lt;br /&gt;cine e in stare: )&lt;br /&gt;Ce program tv nu pierzi niciodata?&lt;br /&gt;acasa : ))&lt;br /&gt;Ultima persoana cu care ai luat masa la restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;iubi :p&lt;br /&gt;Ce asculti in momentul asta?&lt;br /&gt;Chris Brown Crawl&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Care e culoarea preferata?&lt;br /&gt;mov si negru&lt;br /&gt;Mare sau lac?&lt;br /&gt;mare .&lt;br /&gt;Cate tatuaje ai?&lt;br /&gt;n-am&lt;br /&gt;Ai ramas vreodata fara benzina la masina?&lt;br /&gt;nu am masina, dar am ramas in pana cu masinile altora: )) .&lt;br /&gt;Ce preferi pisica sau catel?&lt;br /&gt;catselush&lt;br /&gt;Ce anotimp preferi: vara sau iarna?&lt;br /&gt;varaaaaa ..&lt;br /&gt;Esti solo?&lt;br /&gt;nups:D&lt;br /&gt;Esti indragostita de cineva?&lt;br /&gt;daaaaa&lt;br /&gt;Cit e ceasul?&lt;br /&gt;04:12&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am petrecut cea mai frumoasa vacanta in … Grecia&lt;br /&gt;Cel mai de pret lucru pe care il am este …EL&lt;br /&gt;Imi bate inima tare atunci cand... Iubesc si ma simt iubita .&lt;br /&gt;Cand sunt suparata, intotdeauna… ma manifest singura .&lt;br /&gt;Cand ma indragostesc… dau tot ce e mai bun din mine….ofer totul…si cer totul…si nu am limite…eu cand iubesc…o fac neconditionat…&lt;br /&gt;Cea mai fericita am fost atunci cand…m-a luat de mana si m-a tras langa el&lt;br /&gt;Nu spun niciodata NU propunerii de a...petrece, manca ciocolata .&lt;br /&gt;Prietenii spun despre mine ca sunt … EU.&lt;br /&gt;Daca ziua de maine n-ar mai exista, azi as… mi-as face testamentu, mi as lua cei mai buni prieteni si pe iubitul meu si as fugi la mare..sa petrec pana mor…&lt;br /&gt;Cel mai tare ma enervez atunci cand… sunt tradata.&lt;br /&gt;Am emotii atunci cand trebuie sa… cant singura in fata altora ..&lt;br /&gt;Cel mai mult ma mandresc cu… mine.&lt;br /&gt;Cel mai frumos cadou pe care l-am primit a fost… un inel: )&lt;br /&gt;Nu as renunta niciodata la… dragoste, prietenii adevarati, familie si ciocolata&lt;br /&gt;Cel mai bun prieten este…e acolo mereu indiferent de cum ai fi: )&lt;br /&gt;O zi este perfecta atunci cand… eu sunt fericita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leapsa merge mai departe la: cine mai doreste.&lt;br /&gt;1) luati o carte cea mai la indemana, deschideti la pagina 18 si scrieti aici randul al 4-lea – “drepturile si obligatiile subiectelor raportului juridic difera de la o ramaura de drept la alta..”&lt;br /&gt;2) Fara sa verificati cat e ora – 16:20&lt;br /&gt;3) verificati – 16:21&lt;br /&gt;4)cum sunteti imbracat?- maieu si chiloti in dungi&lt;br /&gt;5)inainte de a raspunde la acest chestionar, la ce va uitati? – ma jucam pe hi5&lt;br /&gt;6)ce zgomot ati auziti in afara de al calculatorului? – tunete :-s&lt;br /&gt;7)cand ati iesit ultima data si ce ati facut cu ocazia respectiva? - pai azi-noapte, cu iubi si niste prieteni, ne-am plimbat cu masina si am baut: )&lt;br /&gt;8)ati visat ieri noapte ? - nop&lt;br /&gt;9) cand ati ras ultima data? – ieri&lt;br /&gt;10)ce aveti pe pereti incaperii unde sunteti?- o icoana &lt;br /&gt;11)Daca ati deveni multimilionar peste noapte, care ar fi primul lucru pe care l-aticumpara? – inel bulgari&lt;br /&gt;12)Care este ultimul fim pe care l-ati vazut?- up .&lt;br /&gt;13) ati vazut ceva neobisnuit azi ? - nup.&lt;br /&gt;14)Ce parere aveti despre acest chestionar? - e ok&lt;br /&gt;15)Spuneti-ne ceva ce nu stim inca – tre sa ma imbrac sa plec&lt;br /&gt;16)Care ar fi prenumele copilului dvs. daca ar fi vorba de o fata ? – nu stiu.mai e pana atunci&lt;br /&gt;17) Care ar fi prenumlele copilului dvs. daca ar fi baiat? – mai am pana o sa am copii&lt;br /&gt;18)V-ati gandit deja sa locuiti in strainatate ? - nup.&lt;br /&gt;19)Ce ati dori ca Dumnezeu sa va spuna cand intrati pe portile raiului ? – ai lasat multe in urma ta..n-o sa fi uitata : ) .&lt;br /&gt;20)Daca ati putea schimba ceva in lume in afara de politica, ce ati schimba? – Romania&lt;br /&gt;21)Va place sa dansati?- da f mult:x&lt;br /&gt;22)George Bush ? – n-am timp de el: )&lt;br /&gt;23)care a fost ultima chestie pe care ati vazut-o la televizor? – un videoclip : I Want to be a Billionaire- Travis Mccoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-5951604762468944512?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5951604762468944512/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=5951604762468944512' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/5951604762468944512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/5951604762468944512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/05/leapsa-copiid.html' title='leapsa copii:D'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-3739358138570461017</id><published>2010-05-17T15:08:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T15:24:11.809+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa le explic celor care ma tot f** la icre de ce nu sunt "nasty thing"pe aici</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/S_E1RFXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAc8/FCkFE8r1l3k/s1600/2531467079_7deb01556f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/S_E1RFXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAc8/FCkFE8r1l3k/s400/2531467079_7deb01556f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472213589845797554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deci ..sa nu fiu nesimtita. Doar ca pur si simplu ma enerveaza persoanele care intru pe blogul meu si ma acuza ca "unde sunt alea nasty things?" frate.uita te de la inceput pana la sfarsit.&lt;br /&gt;Ideea blogului meu...e de a observa cum evoluez...cum trec prin etapele vietii.&lt;br /&gt;Nu de mult eram doar o pustoaica libertina si nesimtita. Mie nu mi pasa de nimic si ma pisam pe toata lumea. Eram ceva...de neatins sa zic asa. Si nu stau sa ma ridic singura in slavi. Spun cum ma vedeam eu acum ceva timp. Am fost "javra" cum spuneau unii, dansam ca nebuna, ma destrabalam cu fetele peste tot, imi placea viata de fata solo la maxim.&lt;br /&gt;Dar totul s-a terminat odata cu vara. A venit toamna si m-am indragostit. Si din fata nasty au iesit la iveala mai multe calitati pe care eu nu le vedeam. [d-apoi altii] Sunt un alt om. Am invatat sa cer iertare. Am invatat sa ma opresc inainte sa ranesc omu. Am invatat ca a insela e un lucru imoral, a ti bate joc de altii..inseamna a ti bate joc de tine. Nu mai sunt inconjurata de ura, nu mai las minciuna in jurul meu. totul s-a colorat odata cu el. iar eu...sunt un om mai bun de cand am invatat sa iubesc:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-3739358138570461017?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3739358138570461017/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=3739358138570461017' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/3739358138570461017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/3739358138570461017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/05/sa-le-explic-celor-care-ma-tot-f-la.html' title='Sa le explic celor care ma tot f** la icre de ce nu sunt &quot;nasty thing&quot;pe aici'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/S_E1RFXS6rI/AAAAAAAAAc8/FCkFE8r1l3k/s72-c/2531467079_7deb01556f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-9195972628205390926</id><published>2010-05-13T18:29:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T18:33:05.392+03:00</updated><title type='text'>m-am pierdut...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/S-wbnkvznCI/AAAAAAAAAc0/5rH3Esi2aUg/s1600/3662975420_6535102210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 343px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/S-wbnkvznCI/AAAAAAAAAc0/5rH3Esi2aUg/s400/3662975420_6535102210.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470778014041349154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-am pierdut pe mine.cel putin mi am pierdut interesul pentru lucrurile care acum ceva timp erau cele mai importante. Nu-mi mai place vechiul anturaj, nu mi mai plac starile de pe strada mea, nu mai am treaba cu lumea care nu de mult era doar a mea. &lt;br /&gt;Eram totul. Acum nu mai sunt nimic acolo. Dar urma mea sigur va ramane..acum sunt intr-o alta dimensiune...sunt alaturi de tine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-9195972628205390926?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/9195972628205390926/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=9195972628205390926' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/9195972628205390926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/9195972628205390926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/05/m-am-pierdut.html' title='m-am pierdut...'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/S-wbnkvznCI/AAAAAAAAAc0/5rH3Esi2aUg/s72-c/3662975420_6535102210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-6268527570667204038</id><published>2010-05-09T18:33:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T18:37:44.930+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fata finuta:)</title><content type='html'>E o fata finuta in fata noastra. dar vorbeste mai mult decat trebuie. Vorbeste gura fara ea. E frumoasa. pe afara.k p dinauntru..e stricata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-6268527570667204038?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6268527570667204038/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=6268527570667204038' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/6268527570667204038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/6268527570667204038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/05/fata-finuta.html' title='Fata finuta:)'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-6680091249762409425</id><published>2010-04-30T21:55:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T22:02:20.254+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lumea norisorilor...</title><content type='html'>M-ai impins de pe norisorul nostru colorat. Si am cazut in mocirla, iar tu arunci cu pumni de gheata in mine.&lt;br /&gt;Cand o sa ies din mocirla, o sa merg pe iarba pana o sa gasesc flori si o sa-mi cladesc scari de aer sa ma inalt la cer. Si cand voi avea norul meu, al tau o sa-si piarda culoarea, vei fi cu altcineva, dar norul tot va fi incomplet, nu va mai avea parte de parfum, fericire si dragoste sincera, pentru ca m-a pierdut pe mine.&lt;br /&gt;Norul meu va straluci colorat, iar eu ...voi fi dureros de frumoasa si puternica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-6680091249762409425?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6680091249762409425/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=6680091249762409425' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/6680091249762409425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/6680091249762409425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/04/lumea-norisorilor.html' title='Lumea norisorilor...'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-3334038158205430562</id><published>2010-04-26T07:31:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T07:32:34.606+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Si mai poti ierta?</title><content type='html'>Cand te astepti mai putin ...primesti lovitura de gratie de la cine ai iubit mereu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-3334038158205430562?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3334038158205430562/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=3334038158205430562' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/3334038158205430562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/3334038158205430562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/04/si-mai-poti-ierta.html' title='Si mai poti ierta?'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-4140936301653821868</id><published>2010-04-22T16:01:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T16:16:58.215+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A lil'song:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; 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font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I will take you away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/S9BLidWD4yI/AAAAAAAAAcY/k68S_H9lCjo/s1600/lala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 189px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/S9BLidWD4yI/AAAAAAAAAcY/k68S_H9lCjo/s400/lala.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462949403365204770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart beats like e drum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/S9BKm7xcq2I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/KmJlCTf1Fh0/s1600/dear_heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/S9BKm7xcq2I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/KmJlCTf1Fh0/s400/dear_heart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462948380740987746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;La la la every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/S9BKAawIWwI/AAAAAAAAAcI/B4iEE5InNpY/s1600/284094022_e575eefd00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/S9BKAawIWwI/AAAAAAAAAcI/B4iEE5InNpY/s400/284094022_e575eefd00.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462947719042063106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I really love u:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-4140936301653821868?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4140936301653821868/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=4140936301653821868' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/4140936301653821868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/4140936301653821868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/04/lilsong.html' title='A lil&apos;song:)'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/S9BMDMSDfKI/AAAAAAAAAcg/ub6TtouDb44/s72-c/beach,girl,guy,kiss,kissing,love-f8fd129912053d9b829beb883b43250c_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-6982387414189889963</id><published>2010-03-26T11:56:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T12:01:11.522+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Voi ramane..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/S6yF4DfAthI/AAAAAAAAAbo/V9X6WuReiig/s1600/needing_to_be_loved__by_ToXicLoveKid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452880446893372946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/S6yF4DfAthI/AAAAAAAAAbo/V9X6WuReiig/s400/needing_to_be_loved__by_ToXicLoveKid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ti am zis ca raman acelasi copil indragostit.indiferent de situatie.Te iubesc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-6982387414189889963?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6982387414189889963/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=6982387414189889963' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/6982387414189889963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/6982387414189889963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/03/voi-ramane.html' title='Voi ramane..'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/S6yF4DfAthI/AAAAAAAAAbo/V9X6WuReiig/s72-c/needing_to_be_loved__by_ToXicLoveKid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-2345069932044466094</id><published>2010-03-22T14:31:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T14:32:39.004+02:00</updated><title type='text'>NU POT!</title><content type='html'>Inca nu ma pot impaca cu ideea. Nu pot:(. Chiar daca ma enervezi, ma superi, eu tot te vreau. Nu degeaba ti am zis ca te voi iubi si cu defectele tale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-2345069932044466094?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2345069932044466094/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=2345069932044466094' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/2345069932044466094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/2345069932044466094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/03/nu-pot.html' title='NU POT!'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-2887964634401170764</id><published>2010-03-21T10:56:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T11:00:08.599+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Furia ma inconjoara...</title><content type='html'>Si iar ma apuc de scris. Iar s-a intors furia in trupul meu. Pana ieri era iubire. De azi, e mai mult ura. Am ajuns sa urasc tot ce odata am iubit. Sunt dificila. Da stiu! Poate am fost mai buna in ultimul timp, n-am mai fost rautacioasa si nesimtita. M-am cam neglijat iubindu-l pe el. Dar m-am intors. Mai furioasa ca oricand. Si o sa ma intorc la vechiurile obiceiuri. Pentru atunci cand dai ce ai mai bun , nu esti apreciata. Conteaza doar sacrificiile pe care le face el. :)) Thm.  N-ai idee cata ura simt acum in mine. Am dat totul pentru nimic, acum o sa dau nimic pentru totul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-2887964634401170764?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2887964634401170764/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=2887964634401170764' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/2887964634401170764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/2887964634401170764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/03/furia-ma-inconjoara.html' title='Furia ma inconjoara...'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-7279960933989188546</id><published>2010-03-20T15:33:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T15:53:09.246+02:00</updated><title type='text'>care are dreptate? eu sau tu?</title><content type='html'>Sunt furioasa iar.A trecut mult timp de cand n-am mai fost asa de nervoasa. Analizez. Am mintea praf. Sunt vraiste. Si habar nu am cum sa-mi scot fantomele din cap, dracii si cosmarurile. Ma privesc cum ma autodistrug. Vag...rar....imi dau seama. &lt;div&gt;Pe de o parte ma simt la pamant, simt cum ma desfiinteaza durerea. Simt multe rahaturi. As prefera sa nu le descriu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Insa, pe de alta parte. M-am intalnit cu...o veche prietena.[care de fapt nu mi mai era prietena de ani buni,cel putin in opinia mea] si ea m-a luat in brate.m-a pupat.cum e posibil sa uiti?cum e posibil sa uiti toate greselile pe care le-ai facut fata de mine?si sa vi acum, dupa nu stiu cati ani , sa te porti ca nu s-a intamplat nimic??? si imi spui...stai sa vad daca pot sa spun exact cum ai zis-o...:-? "tu?tot asa esti?am auzit ca iubesti...e adevarat? [eu:da.e adevarat.eu sunt ok] sigur?tu nu sti decat sa intepi oamenii.[ei bine,acum stiu si sa iubesc] vad,esti aceeasi piatra. poate il iubesti tu pe tip.dar odata ma iubeai si pe mine si acum uita-te ce-mi faci. si niciodata nu te-ai deschis in fata mea intru-totul.a trecut atata timp...si de ce nu ma ierti? [nu stiu sa iert.nu stiu sa cred in oameni.zi mersi ca vorbesc cu tine] bine.eu am incercat.intr-o buna zi,o sa ramai singura.doar pentru ca tu nu sti ca toti gresim. si tu ai gresit. nu stiu de ce ti mai zic.ca de obicei pentru tine sunt doar niste vorbe aruncate aiurea.[nu esti in masura sa ma critici.sunt fericita asa cum sunt.pe tine te-am iubit atat de mult si tu nu sti] si daca m-ai iubit atat de ce nu m-ai iertat?de ce a trebuit sa fi atat de nesimtita ?[pentru ca pe persoanele pe care le iubesc  sunt incapabila sa le iert, si ai meritat sa fiu nesimtita.]"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-7279960933989188546?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7279960933989188546/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=7279960933989188546' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/7279960933989188546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/7279960933989188546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/03/care-are-dreptate-eu-sau-tu.html' title='care are dreptate? eu sau tu?'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-6483334382813162328</id><published>2010-03-18T14:44:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T14:47:25.115+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cum e viata...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/S6Ig1PBzt6I/AAAAAAAAAbY/YZcRUy--4jE/s1600-h/4265791149_511905fc8c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/S6Ig1PBzt6I/AAAAAAAAAbY/YZcRUy--4jE/s400/4265791149_511905fc8c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449954598010992546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ieri eram fericita.Azi sunt trista.&lt;div&gt;Ieri atingeam perfectiunea.Azi ating fundul prapastiei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ieri eram suuuuuus de tooot.Azi am coborat mai mult decat de obicei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ieri zambeam din inima.Azi nu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Insa nici ieri, nici azi n-am plans.pentru ca...totul se va rezolva.SPer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-6483334382813162328?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6483334382813162328/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=6483334382813162328' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/6483334382813162328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/6483334382813162328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/03/cum-e-viata.html' title='Cum e viata...'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/S6Ig1PBzt6I/AAAAAAAAAbY/YZcRUy--4jE/s72-c/4265791149_511905fc8c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-2692154504482309488</id><published>2010-03-11T15:36:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T15:56:29.542+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Intamplator, oricine poate iubi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ma reinventezi mereu..cu fiecare sarut vad in noi ce nu se vede in nimeni. Buzele-mi danseaza pe obrajii tai...degetele-mi iti canta parului...zambetul mi-l invelesti la pieptul tau...sufletul mi-l incalzesti cu o imbratisare.Ador cand ma iubesti!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/S5j2clvBVcI/AAAAAAAAAbA/O60o6hjsTfc/s1600-h/kissing,sexy,couple,kiss,love,lovers-6ae7910593da1e9d412e3f13a62b03ba_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/S5j2clvBVcI/AAAAAAAAAbA/O60o6hjsTfc/s400/kissing,sexy,couple,kiss,love,lovers-6ae7910593da1e9d412e3f13a62b03ba_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447374720330716610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tu nasti cuvintele din mintea mea..eu le las sa innoate in marea de iubire ce mi-o intinzi la picioare...imi inec trupul in bratele tale ce se incolacesc in jurul meu, si las valurile sa se sparga in saruturile noastre...iar pe fundul marii sa ma mangai mai profund de cat nisipul singuratic...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Sunt un copil.voi ramane copilul tau indragostit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-2692154504482309488?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2692154504482309488/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=2692154504482309488' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/2692154504482309488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/2692154504482309488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/03/intamplator-oricine-poate-iubi.html' title='Intamplator, oricine poate iubi...'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/S5j2clvBVcI/AAAAAAAAAbA/O60o6hjsTfc/s72-c/kissing,sexy,couple,kiss,love,lovers-6ae7910593da1e9d412e3f13a62b03ba_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-1088572664379618335</id><published>2010-03-08T14:52:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T14:55:55.439+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramai...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;N-am mintit cand am zis ca o sa raman alaturi de tine pana in ultima clipa..locul tau e langa mine...nu acolo departe...stiu ca o sa ti fie mult mai bine acolo...dar a-i fi mult mai fericit aici langa mine...ramai...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/S5Tzh5s1I3I/AAAAAAAAAaU/l-apvf3eeoM/s1600-h/1131454611UcY19R.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 350px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/S5Tzh5s1I3I/AAAAAAAAAaU/l-apvf3eeoM/s400/1131454611UcY19R.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446245613147857778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu pleca...tu esti aerul meu...nu pleca...te implor sa ramai...sa nu ma lasi singura...te iubesc...ramai aici cu mine...sa ne traim viata impreuna...te iubesc...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-1088572664379618335?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1088572664379618335/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=1088572664379618335' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/1088572664379618335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/1088572664379618335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/03/ramai.html' title='Ramai...'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/S5Tzh5s1I3I/AAAAAAAAAaU/l-apvf3eeoM/s72-c/1131454611UcY19R.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-5571870904157821227</id><published>2010-02-21T19:45:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T09:07:28.227+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Noapte de suspine...</title><content type='html'>Noptile singuratice sunt pline de suspine...cerul e atat de intins...si cand ma gandesc ca doua stele sunt ale noastre...fara tine noptile nu au sens...caci nu simt nimic..decat singurate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/S4Fyqtwg1CI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/nC2SueInEP8/s1600-h/6994_540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440755903003415586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/S4Fyqtwg1CI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/nC2SueInEP8/s400/6994_540.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nu mai pot sa tac...cand esti in preajma mea...trupul imi tremura din toate incheieturile...dar nu imi e frig si nici teama...Nu exista nicio flacara care sa se compare cu cea care arde in mine cand imi esti alaturi...Iubesc sa-mi scald buzele in ale tale...Ador sa ma iei in brate si sa ma strangi tare tare, ca sa si simt cand imi spui ca ma iubesti.&lt;br /&gt;Si iti spun...din adancul sufletului meu...ca tu esti persoana pe care o iubesc mai mult decat pe orice creatie de pe glob...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-5571870904157821227?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5571870904157821227/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=5571870904157821227' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/5571870904157821227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/5571870904157821227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/02/noapte-de-suspine.html' title='Noapte de suspine...'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/S4Fyqtwg1CI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/nC2SueInEP8/s72-c/6994_540.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-8396005487398939670</id><published>2010-02-14T15:02:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T15:06:16.636+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ziua indragostitilor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/S3f1PVDdcpI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/GJEyXo5E1_U/s1600-h/90895in_love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 346px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/S3f1PVDdcpI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/GJEyXo5E1_U/s400/90895in_love.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438084718771663506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru mine e o zi oarecare...eu in fiecare zi sunt indragostita...eu cu tine o sa sfarsec...te iubesc:*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-8396005487398939670?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8396005487398939670/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=8396005487398939670' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/8396005487398939670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/8396005487398939670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/02/ziua-indragostitilor.html' title='Ziua indragostitilor...'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/S3f1PVDdcpI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/GJEyXo5E1_U/s72-c/90895in_love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-7205917729576948498</id><published>2010-02-09T15:29:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T15:44:03.889+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Azi sunt fericita...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Azi am o zi frumoasa. M-am trezit cu gandul ca afara va fi frig, si m-am imbracat bine. Cand am iesit parca nu mi era asa frig...am privit cerul...era cenusiu si urat.Si m-am suparat pe el...i-am cerut soare si seninatate...I-am cerut sa-mi faca ziua frumoasa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/S3FmeLgpLOI/AAAAAAAAAZs/pehoNz0WqCw/s1600-h/Wallpaper+3d+Poze+Walpapere+3D+Pentru+Indragostiti+si+Sentimentali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/S3FmeLgpLOI/AAAAAAAAAZs/pehoNz0WqCw/s400/Wallpaper+3d+Poze+Walpapere+3D+Pentru+Indragostiti+si+Sentimentali.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436238893884714210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/S3FlbuBCV8I/AAAAAAAAAZU/2FJ2k-19XtQ/s1600-h/Wallpaper+3d+Poze+Walpapere+3D+Pentru+Indragostiti+si+Sentimentali.jpg"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Am plecat de la scoala, pierduta in probleme, mi-am adus aminte de rugamintile mele, si am privit cerul...senin...soarele imi arunca raze in obraji...m-a facut fericita...acum abia astept sa plec de acasa. Ma duc sa-l vad, ma duc sa-l iubesc..ca au cam trecut cateva zile de cand nu l-am mai strans brate si nu l-am mai sarutat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/S3FmLW2utKI/AAAAAAAAAZk/8vzgXjuO_dY/s1600-h/poza+indragostiti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/S3FmLW2utKI/AAAAAAAAAZk/8vzgXjuO_dY/s400/poza+indragostiti.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436238570512626850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Desi nu ne putem vedea zilnic, eu o sa te iubesc zi de zi, si in fiecare dimineata ma voi trezi cu gandul  la tine, iar seara cand ma bag sa dorm, tot cu tine in gand o s-o fac...esti peste tot.Esti in viata mea, esti in ochii mei, esti in visele mele, esti in inima mea.SI al meu sa ramai! Te iubesc, din sufle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-7205917729576948498?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7205917729576948498/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=7205917729576948498' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/7205917729576948498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/7205917729576948498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/02/azi-sunt-fericita.html' title='Azi sunt fericita...'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/S3FmeLgpLOI/AAAAAAAAAZs/pehoNz0WqCw/s72-c/Wallpaper+3d+Poze+Walpapere+3D+Pentru+Indragostiti+si+Sentimentali.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-6610410575305267796</id><published>2010-02-02T11:24:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T11:42:52.466+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cea care cica inca ma cunoaste..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Ea era prietena mea cea mai buna, era fiinta care ma cunostea intru-totul...ii marturisisem unele din cele mai grele lucruri din viata mea, lucruri ce nu puteau nici macar rostite...Cu ea faceam de toate si nu o lasam niciodata pe locul 2,nu o lasam la greu si indiferent cum era, ce defecte avea sau ce calitati, eram mereu acolo...si in miez de noapte si la bine si la greu....dar n-a durat mult...pentru ca a venit ziua cand m-a pus pe locul 2..pe urma nu m-a mai cautat...pe urma nu a mai fost nimic la fel...am crezut ca se va schimba si am incercat sa schimb totul...dar degeaba am incercat cat timp ea n-a facut nimic...pe vremea asta acum un an..ea imi era alaturi...acum nu mai e....de ziua mea, pentru mine era important sa-mi zica ea...anu asta...mi-a zis dupa cateva zile...ea cand m-a cunoscut stia ca nu sunt capabila sa iubesc, ca nu sunt capabila sa ma schimb pentru nimeni...si eram cu El...si a venit la mine...:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;EA:*Scuze ca nu ti-am zis &lt;la multi=""&gt;&gt;atunci, dar nu am avut cum, n-am avut nici credit,imi cer scuze*&lt;/la&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;EU:*Nu-i nimic.Te inteleg*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;EA:*Totusi, la multi ani si tot ce-ti doresti,sa fi fericita, sa iubesti si sa fi iubita, sper sa poti face asta intr-o zi*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;EU:*Stai calma...Mersi mult de tot*  hug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;EA:*El e prietenul tau?De cand?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;EU:*DA,de mult timp*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;EA:*Si ti la el?Mie poti sa-mi spui...nu trebuie sa te ascunzi de me, sau sa ma minti...ca sti ca te cunosc*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;EU:*NU,nu tin la el.Il iubesc maxim!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;EA:*Esti sigura?Eu nu cred asta...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;EU:*Uite-te bine la mine..Eu pt baietelu asta ma jur ca mi-as da si viata atat de mult il iubesc,chiar daca n-o s-o crezi, eu chiar nu mai sunt ce am fost*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/S2fyydbkObI/AAAAAAAAAZM/uoboJc3Ia_c/s400/makeover.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433578424153422258" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Nu..nu ma mai cunosti...pentru ca n-ai mai fost langa mine sa vezi cine sunt...sa vezi cum am ajuns...nopti in care eram singura si parasita eu nu puteam sa dau de tine...n-ai fost acolo cand am avut cea mai mare nevoie de tine...imi pare rau daca am gresit cu ceva in fata ta...cred ca numai asta ar fi putut sa strice tot,altfel nu-mi explic...Ai fost prietena mea,totusi nu veni dupa un an la mine sa-mi spui ca ma cunosti...pentru lucrurile astea dor, ma fac sa-mi amintesc de momentele in care nu ai fost langa mine....adica plm...in fine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-6610410575305267796?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6610410575305267796/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=6610410575305267796' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/6610410575305267796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/6610410575305267796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/02/cea-care-cica-inca-ma-cunoaste.html' title='Cea care cica inca ma cunoaste..'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/S2fyydbkObI/AAAAAAAAAZM/uoboJc3Ia_c/s72-c/makeover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-8667403896492592676</id><published>2010-01-28T13:17:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T13:40:55.943+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vreau o dragoste intreaga...fara sfarsit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Vreau o viata cu tine.O viata in care sa nu ma pot satura de tine.Vreau sa-ti sarut genele-ti lungi si buzele-ti moi la fel de profund de fiecare data.Vreau sa te am mereu si sa fi cu mine pretutindeni. Tu esti minunea mea.Tu mi-ai dat viata, parca n-as fi trait pana sa te cunosc pe tine. Pe zi ce trece te iubesc mai mult, chiar si acum, inainte sa te vad ma cutremura stomacul. &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/S2F3rWBbLrI/AAAAAAAAAZE/z0rZ40pqoWc/s400/love-story-video-photo.gif" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 321px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431754212115164850" /&gt;Eu cred ca o sa raman cu tine. Si esti doar al meu, Doa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;mne Doamne te-a facut pe tine, pe urma m-a facut pe mine, ca sa ne aduca impreuna si sa ne traim dragostea mai intens decat in filme sau in romane de dragoste.  Nu sunt fata perfecta. Nu sunt ca alea din reviste. Sunt eu si atat. Si-ti multumesc ca ma iubesti asa cum sunt. Eu vad prin ochii tai, tu mi-ai redat vederea, tu esti vocea cu care cant, mi-ai redat glasul...tu esti totul...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lumea poate sa-mi schimbe intreaga viata, dar nimic nu-mi va schimba dragostea pentru tine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-8667403896492592676?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8667403896492592676/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=8667403896492592676' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/8667403896492592676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/8667403896492592676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/01/vreau-o-dragoste-intreagafara-sfarsit.html' title='Vreau o dragoste intreaga...fara sfarsit...'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/S2F3rWBbLrI/AAAAAAAAAZE/z0rZ40pqoWc/s72-c/love-story-video-photo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-380193114255984385</id><published>2010-01-20T17:41:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T17:50:10.512+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Am crezut ca pot ascunde asta...s-o stiu doar eu...n-am uitat de moartea ta...inca ti se simte prezenta in jurul meu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Azi s-a implinit un an de cand ai plecat...n-am uitat cum trupul tau neinsufletit zacea in fata ochilor mei...si m-a durut atat de tare ca nu am putut sa fac ceva...sa schimb situatia....si din ziua in care ai plecat, totul a inceput sa se destrame, si ma refer la mine,  nu la problemele ce le am de ani de zile...&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/S1cl94km_WI/AAAAAAAAAYs/JDURMu8Bo88/s400/4.40289.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428849620906605922" /&gt;intotdeauna am fost singura, niciodata n-am avut un adult langa mine...sa-mi dea un sfat...intotdeauna am facut de capu'meu...azi, fiind o zi destul de tulburata [inca mai zace in mintea mea ultima ta imagine....ultimul tau drum], mi s-a reprosat ca am involuat...ca ce am fost si ce am ajuns...ca sunt la pamant...si ca a venit momentul sa-mi revin...si asta mi-a spus-o o persoana care nu stie nimic despre viata mea...asta a fost picatura ce a umplut paharul...asta m-a facut sa explodez si sa eman lacrimi si furie...n-as dori nimanui sa fie in locul meu...nici macar celui mai aprig dusman al meu....cum mi-a zis o prietena..."nu ai cum sa regreti ceva ce nu ai avut niciodata"...iar asta nu se va schimba...deoarece copilaria mea...mai are un pic si se termina...si ea n-a fost acolo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-380193114255984385?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/380193114255984385/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=380193114255984385' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/380193114255984385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/380193114255984385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/01/am-crezut-ca-pot-ascunde-astas-o-stiu.html' title='Am crezut ca pot ascunde asta...s-o stiu doar eu...n-am uitat de moartea ta...inca ti se simte prezenta in jurul meu...'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/S1cl94km_WI/AAAAAAAAAYs/JDURMu8Bo88/s72-c/4.40289.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-1608217911418301635</id><published>2010-01-13T19:33:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T19:39:53.172+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Parca ma vad in toate cu tine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De tine...m-am indragostit in toamna...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/S04EBKZk6-I/AAAAAAAAAYU/oDtrV9ZhO6A/s400/autumn,couple,girl,kiss,love-7ea45999152b8a2bb78954c182e4ae5e_m.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 164px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426279019046038498" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cu tine n-am nevoie de lume...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/S04E-icaq3I/AAAAAAAAAYk/YRzaPmM6yKc/s400/summer_love_by_homigl14.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426280073472420722" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cu tine ma vad in viata...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/S04EPm1ygvI/AAAAAAAAAYc/auT15svdYsc/s400/3813459369_8bcef125ae.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426279267198730994" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Te ubesc....Maxim:X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-1608217911418301635?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1608217911418301635/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=1608217911418301635' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/1608217911418301635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/1608217911418301635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/01/parca-ma-vad-in-toate-cu-tine.html' title='Parca ma vad in toate cu tine...'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/S04EBKZk6-I/AAAAAAAAAYU/oDtrV9ZhO6A/s72-c/autumn,couple,girl,kiss,love-7ea45999152b8a2bb78954c182e4ae5e_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-5855470206710021939</id><published>2010-01-10T15:07:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T15:09:30.900+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Prieteni....</title><content type='html'>Prietenii sunt cei care iti sunt alaturi la orice ora....prietenii nu critica, nu judeca...ci te sustin in toate actiunile...prietenii nu sunt invidiosi...prietenii nu se mint...astea le spun pentru ca le simt fatza de cineva drag....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-5855470206710021939?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5855470206710021939/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=5855470206710021939' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/5855470206710021939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/5855470206710021939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/01/prieteni.html' title='Prieteni....'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-5818047116791676932</id><published>2010-01-02T17:55:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T18:00:09.004+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La multi ani!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;La multi ani tuturor.Multa dragoste, multa fericire, multa sanatate si mult noroc va doresc tuturor. Multumesc tuturor pentru sfaturi si pentru atentie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/Sz9tdkEY2GI/AAAAAAAAAYM/WA2RcQ_9jAk/s400/happynewyear-2000.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422172831043082338" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; V-am pupat. YoYo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-5818047116791676932?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5818047116791676932/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=5818047116791676932' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/5818047116791676932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/5818047116791676932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/01/la-multi-ani.html' title='La multi ani!'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/Sz9tdkEY2GI/AAAAAAAAAYM/WA2RcQ_9jAk/s72-c/happynewyear-2000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-5870538537874163181</id><published>2009-12-25T20:41:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T20:26:05.536+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Desi e sarbatoare...inima-mi moare...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;E craciunul iar eu sunt ca o tanara care tocmai a aflat ca are tumoare si ca va muri curand....eu te astept pe tine cum acea tanara asteapta un leac...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419247404835368274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SzUIzWMrbVI/AAAAAAAAAYE/HzlHhKlOsgM/s400/sad_xmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;te iubesc mult de tot....esti totul pentru mine....dar nu mai astept decat anul asta...de la anu ...tu, iubitule,ai iesit din viatza mea, doar atat mai astept...o sa incep un nou an..cu sau fara tine...nu intre...ori esti al meu ori ba!!asa ca gandeste-te..eu nu sunt proasta nimanui...am facut lucruri pentru tine cum n-am facut pentru nimeni si daca tu ai de gand sa fi orb in continuare si sa nu vezi cat de mult te iubesc..si sa renunti la noi....ok frate...asa sa fie...dar eu dupa asta...mi-am inchis contractu pe viata cu "DragosteA"...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-5870538537874163181?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5870538537874163181/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=5870538537874163181' title='9 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/5870538537874163181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/5870538537874163181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/12/desi-e-sarbatoareinima-mi-moare.html' title='Desi e sarbatoare...inima-mi moare...'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SzUIzWMrbVI/AAAAAAAAAYE/HzlHhKlOsgM/s72-c/sad_xmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-783810619830413377</id><published>2009-12-21T16:54:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T17:07:22.567+02:00</updated><title type='text'>:-&lt;</title><content type='html'>:( Nu pot descrie durerea ce ma inconjoara...asta se simte nu se poate pune pe hartie...imi pare rau ca nu am putere sa iubesc pentru amandoi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-783810619830413377?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/783810619830413377/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=783810619830413377' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/783810619830413377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/783810619830413377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=':-&lt;'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-1470613511489320995</id><published>2009-12-18T11:33:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T11:40:42.067+02:00</updated><title type='text'>O viata...</title><content type='html'>O viata avem...nu sta sa plangi dupa vreun prost care nu te merita...canta si danseaza ca ai timp de iubiri...am crezut ca o sa se termine lumea cand o sa ma despart de el...da...pentru cateva zile am fost ceva mai rau decat moarta...dar mi-a trecut...in orice clipa ai ocazia sa schimbi totul...azi...zambesc si sunt fericita...pentru ca in final am acceptat ca asta e viata si nu ai cum sa obligi un om sa te iubeasca...e de ajuns ca ma iubesc pe mine si pe prietenii mei ca sa pot incepe o viata noua...nu uita!! "CE E AL TAU...E PUS DEOPARTE"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-1470613511489320995?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1470613511489320995/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=1470613511489320995' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/1470613511489320995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/1470613511489320995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-viata.html' title='O viata...'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-66144646443723173</id><published>2009-12-11T17:04:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T17:18:03.005+02:00</updated><title type='text'>You promissed me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You promissed me all...you said you'll be mine forever...you said i'm the one...you said i'm star...you said you'll be there for me...you said you love me....why ain't you HEREEE?? I hate all the seconds when you aren't next me...i wake up this morning...and the first thought was you holding me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SyJiQRkrplI/AAAAAAAAAXs/mmHgt0YIYKI/s400/6248_144564086232_138215881232_3604811_290770_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413997733787444818" /&gt;i wished you could be there..kissing...hugging...and loving me like the first time...i wish to danse with you again...i wish to walk with you again in the night...and kissing...i miss you...come back...don't destroy me...please...i really love you...forever...you will always be a special guy for me...you will always be my "the one"...you are everything i wished for...i don't want anything at all if ain't you in my life...but...if you are happy without me in your life...you are free to go...i ll be happy too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-66144646443723173?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/66144646443723173/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=66144646443723173' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/66144646443723173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/66144646443723173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-promissed-me.html' title='You promissed me..'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SyJiQRkrplI/AAAAAAAAAXs/mmHgt0YIYKI/s72-c/6248_144564086232_138215881232_3604811_290770_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-2652288094519131025</id><published>2009-12-07T19:20:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T19:37:44.439+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu doar una...ci cate un pic din toate...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Si mi-a zis cineva odata[sincer nu mai stiu exact cine..dar era baiat]:"si o sa dai de unu care o sa-ti franga inima, de unu care o sa te distruga...asa cum ma faci tu pe mine acum"...pot spune...ca a avut dreptate acel cineva...dar nu regret...dar...mi-am dat seama de ceva...o sa raman mereu aceeasi fata...nu doar "nasty"...nu doar "yoyo"...ci cate un pic din amandoua...intotdeauna...&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/Sx09TmNBXGI/AAAAAAAAAXk/4DlV_aFI528/s400/page2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412549734051175522" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;si dulcica si amara...si capabila de a iubi..dar si de a uri...si groaznica dar si frumoasa...si daca stau bine sa ma gandesc...cine ma iubeste..ma iubeste asa cum sunt...cine nu..ii doresc un drum bun in viata, fara mine in calea lui;)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-2652288094519131025?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2652288094519131025/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=2652288094519131025' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/2652288094519131025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/2652288094519131025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/12/nu-doar-unaci-cate-un-pic-din-toate.html' title='Nu doar una...ci cate un pic din toate...'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/Sx09TmNBXGI/AAAAAAAAAXk/4DlV_aFI528/s72-c/page2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-5107422387824689005</id><published>2009-12-04T15:47:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T15:56:38.515+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Un strop de afectiune..atat!..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De curand am auzit-o cum plangea pentru ca mama ei e suparata pe ea si ca nu i-a zis noapte buna...plangea pentru ca nu vorbea cu ea ca de obicei...pentru ea..mama e cea mai buna si apropiata prietena...mereu e inconjurata de afectiunea si intelegerea mamei ei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SxkU_IoST4I/AAAAAAAAAXc/x-Iub2ctCKg/s400/10481_large.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411379502143131522" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In schimb eu...ma bucur daca nu vorbeste cu mine...ma bucur cand nu e acasa si nu o aud spunandu-mi ca sunt ... daca mi-ar spune noapte buna cred ca as zambi la ea pentru prima oara in ultimii ani pentru ea...daca m-ar lua in brate si m-ar spune pupa ca as plange de fericire, nu am nevoie sa-mi spuna ca ma iubeste...doar atat cer...ma multumesc si cu atat din partea ei...dar asta nu se poate intampla...pentru ca un om nu se schimba peste noapte...iar de cand ma stiu..asa a fost...dar speranta moare ultima..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-5107422387824689005?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5107422387824689005/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=5107422387824689005' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/5107422387824689005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/5107422387824689005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/12/un-strop-de-afectiuneatat.html' title='Un strop de afectiune..atat!..'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SxkU_IoST4I/AAAAAAAAAXc/x-Iub2ctCKg/s72-c/10481_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-556965027689301521</id><published>2009-12-01T15:41:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:57:55.948+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Iarnaaaaa...decembrie ne-a adus-o...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Si-a venit si decembrieee si mi-a adus iaaaaarnaaaa....inca nu cu ninsoare dar totusi cu frig...iubesc iarna...mai ales ca sunt si nascuta intr-o luna iernatica...ador oameeniii de zapaaadaa...sa ma bat cu bulgari maaariii...sa alunec pe gheata si s-o i-au in fund...sa rad de cazatura si sa plang de lovitura...sa ma intind in mijlocul parcului ca sa fac un ingeras...daca imi iese:)))...sa stau la un vin rosu in gerul ala...ce bine se simte:D...&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SxUgVMaoz7I/AAAAAAAAAXE/qiGH0_YlQ8c/s400/snow.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410266075837812658" /&gt;sa stau cu iubitu meu sub fulgii de nea si sa se simta pe pielea noastra...sa am matreata de zapada pe parul meu inchis la culoare...sa am nasu rosu precum un clovn, numai ca eu de frig, el de caterinca:)) , sa merg cu colindu si sa cant, sa i-au covrigi si sa bem vin cald stand cu fundurile in zapada...sa ma bucur de Craciun...sa bem sampanie cand e 00:00, ca vine un nou an...cu alte peripetii...ca vine ziua mea de nume si pe urma de nastere...si o sa fiu si eu mai mare cu un an:X...iarna ma face sa ma simt copil mereu,desi eu mai cresc cu cate un an la fiecare iarna...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-556965027689301521?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/556965027689301521/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=556965027689301521' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/556965027689301521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/556965027689301521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/12/iarnaaaaadecembrie-ne-adus-o.html' title='Iarnaaaaa...decembrie ne-a adus-o...'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SxUgVMaoz7I/AAAAAAAAAXE/qiGH0_YlQ8c/s72-c/snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-4812404481824354269</id><published>2009-11-23T15:24:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T15:31:00.686+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lupoaica alba…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; "&gt;Un pui de lup alb cu ochii negrii, era abandonat pe marginea unui rau…singura, infrunta ploi, foamete si teama de misterele noptii…ea sarea la gatul oricui, ucidea fara mila, nu voia pe nimeni alaturi de ea, era singura lupoaica ce zicea nu si celui mai frumos si puternic lup, ea nu credea in iubire si se lupta cu oricine ii iesea in cale, pe zi ce trece, se simtea mai puternica, dar in acelasi timp singura…Insa intr-o zi ploioasa, ea fiind singura ca de obicei, adapostita intr-un loc uitat de lume, i se alatura un lup negru cu ochii verzi…nemaivazut in acea zona…Lupoaica, ingamfata ca de obicei, isi scoate coltii si il ataca, acesta riposteaza si o potoleste evitand sa o raneasca…ea nu intelege de ce lupul desi a sarit la ea, nu a ranit-o…si asa, si-au petrecut noaptea impreuna, ea l-a privit noaptea intreaga…iar a doua zi acesta pleca…in acel moment lupoaica a simtit o intepatura in suflet…din acea zi, l-a visat mereu, l-a asteptat in fiecare seara…insa nu stia de ce…dupa o multime de nopti lungi si triste…intr-o seara furtunoasa, acesta apare ud si obosit, si nu o mai lasa singura, fusese sa-si incheie socotelile pentru a ramane alaturi de ea, sa ramana impreuna si sa-si traiasca iubirea…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SwqN-I3NIuI/AAAAAAAAAWs/HAUg4IXsgrk/s400/Wolf_Mates.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407290401282138850" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;totul a fost frumos,nimic nu mai exista in afara de ei, totul era mai frumos decat orice vis…dar ca toate celelalte, a urmat si partea urata a vietii… el a simtit ca n-o mai iubeste, si a decis s-o paraseasca…in ziua in care el a plecat…lupoaica i-a zis :”Odata am iubit in halu asta pe cineva, uita-te in ochii mei si tine minte, n-o sa mai iubesc asa pe nimeni, dintre atatia te-am ales pe tine, ca sa ma distrugi, daca ai plecat acum, iti jur ca n-ai sa ma mai vezi vreodata asa, vei vedea pe altcineva”….el si-a continuat drumul…lupoaica fost terminata, a plans secunde,minute,ore,zile,nopti…nu a mai avut grija de frumusetea ei, si-a neglijat blana, a slabit enorm, nu mai manca, nu mai iesea si nu o mai interesa nimic…dar nu la mult timp…s-a ridicat si a plecat la vanatoare, in celalalt capat al lumii, departe de cei de acolo, o noua viata…un lucru stia…de iubit, n-o sa iubeasca…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-4812404481824354269?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4812404481824354269/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=4812404481824354269' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/4812404481824354269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/4812404481824354269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/11/lupoaica-alba.html' title='Lupoaica alba…'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SwqN-I3NIuI/AAAAAAAAAWs/HAUg4IXsgrk/s72-c/Wolf_Mates.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-8891460371336744842</id><published>2009-11-19T02:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T16:50:20.337+02:00</updated><title type='text'>De ce nu pot trai fara tine?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*pentru ca ma faci sa zambesc..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*pentru ca ma iubesti nu doar pentru fizic…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*pentru ca atunci cand tu ma imbratisezi mi se taie rasuflarea…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*pentru ca atunci cand ma saruti, fluturii ma innebunesc…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*pentru ca atunci cand ma atingi, lumea nu mai are sens pentru mine…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*pentru ca iti ador zambetul…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*pentru ca iti iubesc ochii…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*pentru ca ai grija de mine…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*pentru ca nu esti doar o parte din mine, esti eu…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*pentru ca esti sincer….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*pentru ca nu mi-e teama sa cred in tine orbeste…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SwVDL4tshlI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Y_etZQY4f2U/s400/hot-chick-wow4.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405800799209817682" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*pentru ca mi-ai dovedit de atatea ori ca ma iubesti…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*pentru ca mai ales pe mine dintre atatea…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*pentru ca esti al meu…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*pentru ca nu ti-e rusine sa arati lumii ca ma iubesti…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*pentru ca nu ti-e teama sa-mi marturisesti si cele mai ascunse ganduri…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*pentru ca nu ti cont de trecutul meu…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*pentru ca nu-ti pasa de lume…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*pentru ca dimineata cand ma trezesc esti prima persoana pe care imi doresc s-o vad….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*pentru ca noaptea cand ma pun in pat…si-mi spui noapte buna…pot adormi linistita..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*pentru ca de la bun inceput te-ai comportat cu mine cum am facut-o si eu…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*pentru ca nu te-ai ferit de mine…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*pentru ca te vreau…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*pentru ca esti viata mea…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*pentru ca ma privesti asa…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*pentru ca m-ai imblanzit…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*pentru ca m-ai invatat sa iubesc si sa cred din nou…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*pentru ca m-ai scos din lumea care nu era pentru mine…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*pentru ca m-ai facut sa uit de toate lucrurile urate din viata mea…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*pentru ca esti acolo cand am nevoie de sprijin…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*pentru ca ma faci sa zbor…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*pentru ca mi-ai colorat lumea…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*pentru ca as muri fericita daca tu mi-ai fi alaturi in ultima clipa…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*pentru ca ma simt atat de norocoasa ca esti cu mine…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*pentru ca ma intelegi…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*pentru ca daca as pleca…a-i veni cu mine…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*pentru ca fara tine nu am sens…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*pentru ca imi faci viata un paradis…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*pentru ca fiecare clipa cu tine e un vis…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*pentru ca esti mereu in mintea mea…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*pentru ca nu ti-e teama sa crezi in mine….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*pentru ca te vreau fericit…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*pentru ca nu pot rasufla daca nu te stiu al meu…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*pentru ca fara tine as muri…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*pentru ca fiecare cearta dintre noi ma face sa plang[si nu mi-e teama sa recunosc]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*pentru ca m-ai invatat ca orgoliul e o prostie, si ca mai bine faci ce spune inima…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*pentru ca ai devenit inima mea…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*pentru ca faci parte din viata mea…&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*pentru ca ma pis pe mine de frica atunci cand simt ca te pierd…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*pentru ca te iubesc atat de mult…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-8891460371336744842?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8891460371336744842/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=8891460371336744842' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/8891460371336744842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/8891460371336744842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/11/de-ce-nu-pot-trai-fara-tine.html' title='De ce nu pot trai fara tine?'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SwVDL4tshlI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Y_etZQY4f2U/s72-c/hot-chick-wow4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-6856545017407037930</id><published>2009-11-17T14:21:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:24:41.671+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(158, 158, 158); font-weight: bold; "&gt;1. Ce iti place sa faci atat de mult, incat ai plati pentru asta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:#9E9E9E"&gt; Sa dansez.Chiar as plati pentru asta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;"&gt;2. Daca ai afla astazi ca mai ai de trait exact 5 ani, ce ai face incepand de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:#9E9E9E"&gt;maine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:#9E9E9E"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:#9E9E9E"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-le-as spune tuturor persoanelor care ma supara ce am de zis, deoarce acum imi este greu sa le reprosez de teama ca ii voi pierde…[daca mor,nu mai am ce pierde]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:#9E9E9E"&gt;-as petrece mult mai mult timp cu cel pe care il iubesc&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:#9E9E9E"&gt;-as petrece mai mult si m-ar interesa mult mai putin de lume&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:#9E9E9E"&gt;-mi-as reface testamentu:))&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:#9E9E9E"&gt;-as incerca sa ma fac memorabila&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:#9E9E9E"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:19.2pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:#9E9E9E"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;3. Daca ai castiga un milion de euro neimpozabil, ai continua sa faci ce faci acum?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:#9E9E9E"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm…in primul rand imi i-au inelu ala bulgari pe care mi-l tot doresc…pe urma cred ca o mica parte i-as arunca pe tenesi, tzoale, si chestii de genu..o parte i-as da surorii mele, ca sa-I aiba cand o sa fie mare, mi-as lua o masina pe care s-o tunez si s-o fac exact ca in visele mele….si as da cateva petreceri…incredibile:D, si da, as continua ce fac si acum, imi iubesc viata [cu putine exceptii]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;"&gt;4. Peste 15 ani, ce ai vrea sa scrie pe prima pagina despre tine, in cel mai important ziar din tara? Care ar fi titlul articolului?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As fi vrut sa fie publicata o postare scrisa de mine, dar anonima pe blogurile unor prietene [se stiu ele], si sa se rezolve &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;problema asta, pentru ca e greu sa treci prin asta…sa fie invatatura de minte pentru pustoaicele petrecarete…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;"&gt;5. Ce vrei sa spuna prietenii tai despre tine la ceremonia ta funerara?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ei stiu…oricum stiu ca i-as asculta si as vedea cine mi-ar fi aproape….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;"&gt;6. Dar pe piatra ta funerara ce vrei sa scrie despre tine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am scris in testamentu meu:))&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:#9E9E9E"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;"&gt;7. Cand erai mica ce le raspundeai celor mari la intrebarea: Tu ce vrei sa te faci cand vei fi mare?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor…dar m-am razgandit cand am vazut matze de porc:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;"&gt;8. Ce ai face dacă ai ştii absolut sigur, dincolo de orice dubiu, că este imposibil să eşuezi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N-as sta cu mainile in san:D&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;"&gt;9.Ce ai vrea sa le spuna copiii tai nepotilor tai despre tine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa le spuna ca ii iubesc si ca-mi pare rau ca nu le-am oferit suficient sprijin pe parcursul copilariei lor…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:#9E9E9E"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;"&gt;10. Daca ai putea acum sa te proiectezi in viitor, in ultima zi a vietii tale si să iti iei un interviu, care sunt trei întrebari pe care ti le-ai adresa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. De ce ai facut atata rau tinand cont ca sti foarte bine cum e sa fi ranit, abandonat…?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:19.2pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;color:#9E9E9E"&gt;II. De ce ai preferat sa suferi singura cand puteai sa spui adevarul si sa fie pedepsit pentru fapta lui?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:#9E9E9E; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;III. De ce ai oferit lucruri pretioase[nu materiale] unor persone care nu meritau?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-6856545017407037930?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6856545017407037930/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=6856545017407037930' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/6856545017407037930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/6856545017407037930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/11/leapsa.html' title='Leapsa'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-1962854375310867324</id><published>2009-11-13T14:56:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T15:02:54.339+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Imi pare rau…crede-ma…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: -45pt; margin-left: -45pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:0in;margin-right:9.0pt;margin-bottom:0in; margin-left:-9.0pt;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: 800;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0.25in; margin-left: 9pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Stiu ca nu sunt perfecta…stiu ca uneori fac pe interesanta…stiu ca fac prostii…si spun tot felul de rahaturi la suparare..eu nu doar am cazut la pamant, ci odata cu impactul acela am facut si o groapa destul de adanca,care mi-a lasat urme profunde astfel incat am devenit atat de insensibila cu lumea din jur uitand de sentimente si de tot ce tine de altceva in afara de inima mea…si crede-ma ca eu nu mai stiu ce inseamna incredere, iubire, sinceritate…sunt multe lucruri in care acum mult timp am incetat sa mai cred…si cu timpul le-am declarat moarte...nu am lasat pe nimeni in carapacea mea…mi-am ridicat un zid in jur ca inima mea sa nu priveasca pe nimeni…n-am fost o fata prea sufletista, am fost o javra si m-am jucat cu sentimentele multor persoane…imi pare rau…chiar imi pare rau…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/Sv1YzHlixzI/AAAAAAAAAVs/tMDCLT1gnLE/s400/sdasd.bmp" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403572763147552562" /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0.25in; margin-left: 9pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Acum incep sa invat sa iubesc…sa apreciez…sa fiu cu totul sincera…sa uit de orgoliu…sa las toate armele jos si sa risc din nou…am fugit atat de mult de dragoste…mi-a fost atat de teama ca voi fi iar doborata incat iubirea era ultimul lucru in care mai aveam de gand sa cred vreodata…dar cand m-am asteptat mai putin…a aparut in viata mea…si nu i-a luat mult sa ma faca sa zambesc din inima, nu din orgoliu, nu ca sa vada lumea ca sunt aceeasi petrecareata libertina, nu ca sa-l fac pe ala gelos, am zambit pentru mine, pentru ca il iubesc…de aceea te rog sa ma intelegi….sunt mai rau decat un copil…va trebui sa ma inveti de toate…si mai ales…sa ma inveti sa iubesc asa cum e normal…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0.25in; margin-left: 9pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Acum….te iubesc in felul meu…si iarta-ma daca sunt proasta uneori…dar nu uita…ca oriunde ai fi si cu cine…fata ta te iubeste…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-1962854375310867324?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1962854375310867324/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=1962854375310867324' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/1962854375310867324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/1962854375310867324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/11/are-raucrede-ma.html' title='Imi pare rau…crede-ma…'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/Sv1YzHlixzI/AAAAAAAAAVs/tMDCLT1gnLE/s72-c/sdasd.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-5321683728249714519</id><published>2009-11-08T18:38:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T19:25:33.278+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Si mai mult de atat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Hai sa dansam...o melodie de a noastra...in jurul nostru numai lumina lumanarilor...ma iei in brate...ma sufoci...iti simt imbratisarea in tot trupul...insa in inima ramane insemnata...ador sa-mi trec mainile prin parul tau...vreau sa-ti sarut buzele...sa-ti conturez sprancenele..ochii...nasul...fruntea...urechile....si asta doar cu buzele mele....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sa-mi plimb degetele pe trupul tau...sa-i descopar misterele...sa ma joc sotronu cu degetele pe spatele tau...sa-ti scriu ca te iubesc...si sa nu se mai stearga niciodata...sa ma strangi in brate...sa fiu la fel de goala precum un prunc cand se naste...sa-mi spui ca ma iubesti...in fiecare secunda..sa ma saruti...sa-ti treci mainile prin parul meu...sa ti simt degetele jucandu se pe spatele meu...sa-ti soptesc in noapte cat de mult pot sa te iubesc...desi nu s-au inventat cuvinte ca sa descrie sentimentul asta ce ma tine in viata...sa te privesc cum dormi si sa te invelesc...doamne...si cate ti-as mai face...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401783246603964690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/Svb9Pi98URI/AAAAAAAAAVk/eStmCj1b2-o/s400/Close_ToMe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;nisipul?!n-are valoare cand imi trec mana prin parul tau...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;aerul?!n-am nevoie de el daca ma ti in brate..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lumea?!n-are sens cand sunt cu tine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;banii?!n-avem nevoie de ei ca sa fim fericiti...te vreau doar pe tine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;viata?!n-are sens daca tu nu faci parte din ea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;familie?tu esti familia mea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;iubire?!tu m-ai invatat sa cred iar in ea, cand credeam ca a murit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;dezamagire?!e geloasa..ca iubirea e mai presus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;te iubesc!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-5321683728249714519?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5321683728249714519/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=5321683728249714519' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/5321683728249714519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/5321683728249714519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/11/si-mai-mult-de-atat.html' title='Si mai mult de atat...'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/Svb9Pi98URI/AAAAAAAAAVk/eStmCj1b2-o/s72-c/Close_ToMe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-4926646948331243036</id><published>2009-11-08T03:47:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T04:00:33.000+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Degeaba viata e frumoasa,daca unii nu stiu s-o aprecieze...[dezastrele zilnice]</title><content type='html'>Stau si privesc lumea prin fumul de la tigara...nici macar fumul nu poate ascunde zambetul fals al fetelor ce au inima franta...increderea moare in ochii tai...zambetele sunt putrede...lacrimi varsate peste tot in lume...vad baieti ce-si trateaza prietenele precum niste gunoaie...copile bete pe strazi...pustani fumati pe la toate colturile...nici nu-ti dai seama cum circula drogurile in preajma ta...sex pe strazi,in baruri,bai....elevii chiulesc...profesori nedrepti...parinti concediati...someri...alcoolici...ce-si maltrateaza copii sau partenera...insuficienta materiala...lumea e din ce in ce mai scumpa...doamne ce cacat....sunt si lucruri frumoase in viata...dar rare...fericirea?!fuck man!cat tine?!pana mea...tot incerc sa inteleg...asa e doar in romania sau in toata lumea?!...D-zeu a zis ca sfarsitul lumii va fi provocat de omenire...si pe zi ce trece observ cum ne autodistrugem ca idiotii!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-4926646948331243036?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4926646948331243036/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=4926646948331243036' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/4926646948331243036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/4926646948331243036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/11/degeaba-viata-e-frumoasadaca-unii-nu.html' title='Degeaba viata e frumoasa,daca unii nu stiu s-o aprecieze...[dezastrele zilnice]'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-96748077945127498</id><published>2009-11-03T18:15:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T16:06:43.837+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Aseara mi-am inecat sufletul...</title><content type='html'>Pf...nu suport sa-mi fac planuri de nicio culoare, dar uite ca iar mi-am facut si am fost dezamagita...asa ca m-am hotarat sa fac o baie fierbinte...desi nu am voie....eram singura acasa n-avea cine si de unde sa afle:P...asa ca am umplut cada...baia era plina de aburi...mi-am luat tigarile si scrumiera...mi-am prins paru...si am picat pe ganduri...m-am gandit la viata mea...uneori e prea frumoasa ca sa fie reala, alteori un adevarat dezastru...azi sunt foarte suparata...am zile in care il iubesc atat de mult...dar si zile in care nu mai vreau sa faca parte din viata mea...la fiecare fum durerea mea crestea...ma gandeam cum ar fi sa ma innec...cum ar fi sa dau foc la tot ce e in jur...si sa mor singura...sa ma sting usor...cum face chistocu ala...vi tu sa ma ineci? vi tu sa arzi tot? nu trebuie s-o faci..o s-o fac eu dupa ce-mi vei rupe inima...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-96748077945127498?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/96748077945127498/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=96748077945127498' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/96748077945127498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/96748077945127498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/11/aseara-m-am-inecat.html' title='Aseara mi-am inecat sufletul...'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-8182214684077063061</id><published>2009-10-30T15:32:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T15:40:44.929+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi-e dor de tine..iar si iar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tuuu...nu te-am mai vazut de cateva ore....nu te-am mai auzit de cateva minute....eu deja mor de dorul tau...mi-e dor de zambetul tau...si ala sweet...si ala kinky:)....mi-e dor sa te iau in brate...cum te tineam acum ceva timp....de fapt tu pe mine:)...tuuuu...mi-e dor de tine...pentru tine respir, tu imi dai sens pe lumea asta, pe tine te vreau si pentru tine dau totul...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://thefastertimes.com/coparenting/files/2009/06/3278009704_81ea06594f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuuuu!Ma innebunesti! Stiai? Ma omori cu parfumul ala, ma ucide sarutul tau, si ma innebunesti cand ma imbratisezi si-mi zici ca ma iubesti....Mi-e dor de tine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vreau sa facem cum ai zis tu...sa stam impreuna secunde,minute,zile,saptamani,luni,ani...si pana la urma toata viata si inca una...sa dai shpaga lu D-zeu sa opreasca timpul pentru noi, atunci cand ma ti in brate...sa traim o eternitate...si nici atunci sa nu lasam timpul sa treaca...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tu...TE IUBESC!Sa nu uiti asta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-8182214684077063061?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8182214684077063061/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=8182214684077063061' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/8182214684077063061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/8182214684077063061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/10/mi-e-dor-de-tineiar-si-iar.html' title='Mi-e dor de tine..iar si iar...'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-298104973024937134</id><published>2009-10-24T14:56:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T15:03:07.523+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nu esti aici...nu esti langa mine..dar te simt aici, langa mine, ti-am incalzit locul sa vi alaturi de mine, sa ma iei in brate...&lt;div&gt;Ochii tai...mai verzi decat orice frunza proaspata, n-am cum sa uit cum m-ai privit prima oara...inca ma bantuie atingerea ta...trupul imi este capturat de dorul tau...inima mea te asteapta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SuLs3y9shVI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Zxa5KSCVVg0/s400/%25E2%2580%258B%25E2%2580%258B%25E2%2580%258B%25E2%2580%258B%25E2%2580%258B%25E3%2583%2584%25E2%2580%258B%25E2%2580%258B%25E2%2580%258B%25E2%2580%258B%25E2%2580%258B-beauty-green-water-nature-hot-cute-island-wild-cr.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396135746860778834" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buzele tale...ma innebunesc de f&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;iecare data cand ma saruti...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zambetul tau imi da de fiecare data culoare vietii, daca tu-mi zambesti mi se infrumuseteaza ziua...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mangaierea ta...ma desfiinteaza..mana ta in parul meu, il topeste...degetele tale plimbandu-se pe trupul meu ma fac sa ma pierd...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tu...esti pentru mine...fi al meu..mereu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-298104973024937134?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/298104973024937134/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=298104973024937134' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/298104973024937134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/298104973024937134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/10/tu.html' title='Tu..'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SuLs3y9shVI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Zxa5KSCVVg0/s72-c/%25E2%2580%258B%25E2%2580%258B%25E2%2580%258B%25E2%2580%258B%25E2%2580%258B%25E3%2583%2584%25E2%2580%258B%25E2%2580%258B%25E2%2580%258B%25E2%2580%258B%25E2%2580%258B-beauty-green-water-nature-hot-cute-island-wild-cr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-8906167532588565865</id><published>2009-10-21T15:01:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T15:32:04.886+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragostea si durerea...care invinge?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Dragostea&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Hei...ma lasi si pe mine s-o fac fericita?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Durerea&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;De ce? Ea s-a obisnuit asa...nu vezi ce bine ii e?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Dragostea&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Pentru ca e prea melancolica...mereu o vad cum suspina cu tristete cand trece un cuplu pe langa ea....o fi bine, dar nu fericita..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Durerea&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Da, dar tristetea aia ma tine in viata...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Dragostea&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Lasa-ma si pe mine sa traiesc...te rog! vreau s-o vad si eu Fericirea, ca de 3 ani ne tot ti capturate...vrem sa respiram si noi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Durerea&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Bine..fie..te las sa zbori...dar, fi atenta! Eu n-o sa vreau sa ma intorc, o sa fiu chemata, doar pentru ca vrei tu sa traiesti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Dragostea&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Nu e vorba ca vreau sa traiesc,doar vreau s-o vad zambind din nou, ai inecat-o destul cu lacrimile tale amare...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Durerea&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ok..dar o sa vezi... o sa-i fie si mai rau...tu esti slaba si la prima lovitura o sa mori...si ea odata cu tine...si va trebui tot eu s-o ridic....insa pe tine nu stiu...Odata cu moartea ta o sa se duca si Fericirea si Increderea si mai ales Speranta…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Dragostea&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Lasa-ma pe mine sa fac cum stiu, imi asum riscul…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/St79NnJayNI/AAAAAAAAAVI/zuOn8PTUIY4/s400/yummay.jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395027813925046482" /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;[ …]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Dragostea&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;: ( (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Durerea&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Vezi..ti-am zis ca o sa chemata…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Dragostea&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Credeam ca o sa fie bine in sfarsit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Durerea&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Nu are cum, ea nu e facuta pentru iubire, nu e pentru tine…n-are nevoie de tine, de ce crezi ca te-am tinut mereu departe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Dragostea&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Pai fara mine, ar fi mai rau decat acum…va fi mai insensibila decat o piatra…n-o omori!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Durerea&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Si ce? Ii era bine…se distra…avea totul…mai putin zambetul iubirii…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Dragostea&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt; Eu sunt din ce in ce mai slabita..cand nu voi mai fi in stare sa spun ceva, te rog, sa ma inchizi din nou, dar ai grija sa nu fie prea tarziu…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Durerea&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mereu am avut grija de tine, o sa stiu daca o sa-ti fie rau, cand voi fi destul de puternica…asta daca nu mi-o i-a Ura inainte…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Dragostea&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Totul e din vina Dezamagirii…mereu apare ea si-mi strica mie totul…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Durerea&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Dezamagirea….sti foarte bine ca o urmareste mereu, si acum te-a lasat sa devii din ce in ce mai puternica…te-a lasat pana si in lumea viselor, ca sa te distruga…si ii cam iese…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-8906167532588565865?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8906167532588565865/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=8906167532588565865' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/8906167532588565865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/8906167532588565865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/10/dragostea-si-durereacare-invinge.html' title='Dragostea si durerea...care invinge?'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/St79NnJayNI/AAAAAAAAAVI/zuOn8PTUIY4/s72-c/yummay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-2977270546688306355</id><published>2009-10-17T15:49:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T15:50:12.901+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa .</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="margin-top:3.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left: 0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:16.8pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom:12.0pt;line-height:19.2pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;..preluata de la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hiindiba.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;The tale of a story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niciodată nu aş putea să..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:19.2pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;1. ...uit de unde am plecat&lt;br /&gt;2. …sa las pe cineva drag la greu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:19.2pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;3. ...nu ma uit in jurul meu..&lt;br /&gt;4. ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;ma opresc din a spera ca totul va fi bine…[atunci cand mi-e greu]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:19.2pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;5. …imi las zambetul sa piara din cauza unui episod neplacut….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:19.2pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;6. ...uit de cei ce au plecat, si au lasat o urma in inima mea…&lt;br /&gt;7. ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;regret ceva ce am facut…caci altfel n-as fi ajuns aici&lt;br /&gt;8. …uit ca ce e al meu e pus deoparte…&lt;br /&gt;9. …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;nu mai traiesc fiecare clipa ca si cum ar fi ultima...&lt;br /&gt;10. ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;sa fug de ce trebuie sa infrunt…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:19.2pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;line-height:19.2pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;[raspund provocarilor:D]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-2977270546688306355?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2977270546688306355/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=2977270546688306355' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/2977270546688306355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/2977270546688306355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/10/leapsa.html' title='Leapsa .'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-4556399531505098182</id><published>2009-10-13T15:47:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T15:56:38.693+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Doar o inimă frântă…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Priveste-o...e dulce nu? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Şi zâmbeşte, nu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:-.75in"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Degeaba! E la pământ, desi încă păşeşte. E doar o copilă speriată ce se comportă ca o fiară ce imprăştie numai venin, nu o mai intimidează lacrimile nimănui, are mintea otrăvită, e crudă cu lumea, dar mai lipsită de milă e faţă de ea, nu a lăsat pe nimeni să se apropie de inima ei, deşi e împietrită, până şi pietrele o invidiază pentru puterea ei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Are o privire palidă, ochi de înger şi un zâmbet de copil, deşi acestea ascund o privire demonică şi un glas acoperit de ură…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Ea e văduva argintie, nu-i poţi vedea inima decât dacă îţi va permite…E liberă, însă împrejurimile o constrâng, inima-i în lanţuri, zâmbetu-i lipsit de viaţă, iar ochii-s dezbrăcaţi, respiraţia-i absentă…mai are ceva?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt; E singură, mintea-i anesteziată, aripile-i sunt pierdute în umbrele trecutului, durerea i-a încătuşat speranţele, dispreţul a cuprins-o, a decis să evadeze…şi a păşit călăuzită de gânduri zdrobite, în necunoscut şi şi-a privit cum ultimul vis moare…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/StR3ce7d1oI/AAAAAAAAAUA/kVKLmVq-w6k/s400/5896.bmp" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 279px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392065985091851906" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Iarta-ma...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-4556399531505098182?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4556399531505098182/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=4556399531505098182' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/4556399531505098182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/4556399531505098182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/10/doar-o-inima-franta.html' title='Doar o inimă frântă…'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/StR3ce7d1oI/AAAAAAAAAUA/kVKLmVq-w6k/s72-c/5896.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-4076049311116985239</id><published>2009-10-05T16:37:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T16:45:30.065+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Trebuie doar sa ai incredere in tine...mai multa decat in ceilalti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iata-ma..acum zambesc...pentru ca stiam ca am sa reusesc...am luptat pentru fericirea mea...nu i-am permis sa-mi lase in urma doar o durere care incepea sa ma distruga...am cautat-o si i-am cerut sa-mi dea ce mi se cuvine...i-am cerut dragoste...si uite...acum o am...uneori trebuie sa si spui ce simti si ce vrei ca sa obtii ce e gandurile tale...si mai ales..trebuie sa actionezi...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389111472357492386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/Ssn4VNTZxqI/AAAAAAAAAT4/DC8Yr4xqPcg/s400/mj+b+(14).JPG" border="0" /&gt;nu-ti fie teama sa te deschizi....mie mi-a fost prea mult timp...iar acum...in sfarsit...imi e bine...mi-am gasit locul...de fapt...inima mea si-a gasit locul in lume...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-4076049311116985239?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4076049311116985239/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=4076049311116985239' title='10 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/4076049311116985239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/4076049311116985239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/10/trebuie-doar-sa-ai-incredere-in-tinemai.html' title='Trebuie doar sa ai incredere in tine...mai multa decat in ceilalti...'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/Ssn4VNTZxqI/AAAAAAAAAT4/DC8Yr4xqPcg/s72-c/mj+b+(14).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-1292690491203710412</id><published>2009-09-29T19:32:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T19:37:38.203+03:00</updated><title type='text'>EU si ...</title><content type='html'>Dar diferenta dintre mine...si durerea asta...e ca eu sunt mai puternica...si o sa inving totul...ca pana la urma toate trec...mai ales daca si vrei sa treaca...in ochii mei totul e trecator...si lipsit de sens...adica..pana la urma mi se rupe de lume...important e sa fiu eu bine...si...sunt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-1292690491203710412?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1292690491203710412/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=1292690491203710412' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/1292690491203710412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/1292690491203710412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/09/eu-si.html' title='EU si ...'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-7629897905591171694</id><published>2009-09-28T00:15:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T00:25:30.163+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Durerea pare mai blanda daca este impartasita cuiva..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ma doare inima atat de tare...pana acum nici n-o simteam...iar acum ma apasa o durere..care nici nu pot so descriu...care vine din neant..ma intzeapa..si parca o simt cum se farama..si fiecare bucata care se desprinde din mine parca imi adanceste durerea...uneori am impresia ca o iau razna total...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386260620013103714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/Sr_XfwuOamI/AAAAAAAAATA/3myYt3aVxPI/s400/the_light_bulb_poster-p228894539342429405qzz0_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;incerc sa fiu ce eram..dar doare..:(...mi-e cam greu sa accept...insa...chiar sufar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-7629897905591171694?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7629897905591171694/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=7629897905591171694' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/7629897905591171694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/7629897905591171694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/09/durerea-pare-mai-blanda-daca-este.html' title='Durerea pare mai blanda daca este impartasita cuiva..'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/Sr_XfwuOamI/AAAAAAAAATA/3myYt3aVxPI/s72-c/the_light_bulb_poster-p228894539342429405qzz0_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-6860941684039553597</id><published>2009-09-19T03:04:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T03:20:15.810+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Azi e cineva, maine e altcineva...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doamne cat de oarba pot fi uneori, nici mie nu-mi vine sa cred...ma bufneste rasu, chiar am crezut totul, chiar mi-am ignorat imprejurimile cand imi spuneau adevarul, am avut totul pe tava si eu am ignorat, eu am tinut-o pe a mea...toti stim sa manuim cuvintele, se pare ca am fost facuta si eu intr-un final, a venit si randul meu, insa mai bine ca mi-am dat seama inainte sa fac vreo prostie si sa uit cine sunt, si cum am ajuns aici...si asa. Am uitat cat de bine ma simt in pielea mea, si am crezut in ochii altei persoane, in loc sa-i cred pe ai mei...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382966242447854130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SrQjRv8GCjI/AAAAAAAAAS4/n4f65mBX_vA/s400/img-set2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunt dezamagita de mine nu de altcineva, pentru ca mi-am dat seama prea tarziu de tactica acestui joc, dar renunt, pentru ca pur si simplu nu ma mai intereseaza acest teatru nesemnificativ, pot gasi ceva mult mai interesant, sau poate e chiar descoperit...O sa ma bucur de mine, nu am nevoie sa se bucure cineva de mine ca sa profite si sa ma lase fara nimic...nu...inca o data mi s-a dovedit gandul..."dragostea nu e pentru mine"...si nu!!...nu fug de ea...cum a spus-o prietena mea, ea fuge de mine, inca nu-mi face fata, mie imi trebuie ceva mult prea puternic pentru a-mi invinge dezamagirea si neincrederea...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am trait cateva zile care pentru mine, atunci faceau parte dintr-un vis, s-a terminat simplu, intr-un cosmar in care eram singura, insa m-am trezit, iar realitatea ma astepta, cu bune si cu rele, dar nimic din vis sau cosmar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-6860941684039553597?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6860941684039553597/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=6860941684039553597' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/6860941684039553597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/6860941684039553597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/09/azi-e-cineva-maine-e-altcineva.html' title='Azi e cineva, maine e altcineva...'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SrQjRv8GCjI/AAAAAAAAAS4/n4f65mBX_vA/s72-c/img-set2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-1425042279099283411</id><published>2009-09-17T14:59:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T15:18:22.184+03:00</updated><title type='text'>In singuratate omul are posibilitatea sa invete totul, astfel nu-i mai este teama de nimic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Ma simt atat de pustie in aceasta mare de oameni. Ma simt de parca as inota singura intr-un ocean, in care sa nu fie nici macar o vietate ori o planta, ceva sa reprezinte viata. Sunt doar eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma simt de parca as fi cazut din cer si nu e nimeni jos sa ma prinda. Alerg pe un pod si nu e nimeni in fata si nici in spate....ce rost mai are sa alerg? Ce rost mai are sa ma framant? Nu am pe nimeni, si nimanui nu-i pasa de soarta mea...atunci de ce vreau sa fie macar cineva?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382409460743961410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SrIo4ydYe0I/AAAAAAAAASo/H-kt6N8KU9A/s400/ssda14.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma arunc in gol, acum incerc sa vad daca e cum cred sau nu....daca ma prinde cineva...nu e nimeni jos...am cazut in ocean...acum o sa vad daca mai e cineva cu mine...se pare ca nu...inca odata am vazut cat sunt de singura...nu urasc adevarul chiar daca e o tragedie...o pot lua ca pe o gluma...nu ma mai intimideaza nimic...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-1425042279099283411?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1425042279099283411/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=1425042279099283411' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/1425042279099283411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/1425042279099283411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-singuratate-omul-are-posibilitatea.html' title='In singuratate omul are posibilitatea sa invete totul, astfel nu-i mai este teama de nimic'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SrIo4ydYe0I/AAAAAAAAASo/H-kt6N8KU9A/s72-c/ssda14.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-3213648095873405793</id><published>2009-09-07T04:43:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T14:40:26.108+03:00</updated><title type='text'>leapsha...4[a2a in noaptea ast]</title><content type='html'>o leapsa furata de pe un blog.&lt;br /&gt;1.Sunt Ioana&lt;br /&gt;2 pentru prieteni, YoYo.&lt;br /&gt;3.sunt incapatanata&lt;br /&gt;4.inchisa uneori,alteori prea deschisa&lt;br /&gt;5.am renuntat de multe ori la mine pentru..ele&lt;br /&gt;6.am o sora de 13 ani[praf].&lt;br /&gt;7.n-am incredere in nimeni&lt;br /&gt;8. criminala in serie cu baietii:))&lt;br /&gt;9. sunt mica de statura&lt;br /&gt;10.pot face omu de cacat daca imi propun&lt;br /&gt;11. sunt increzuta uneori&lt;br /&gt;12. imi place sa rad…&lt;br /&gt;13. iubesc Junky, dar si Colectionarul [carti]&lt;br /&gt;14. Ma cert cu mama zilnic&lt;br /&gt;15. obtin ce-mi propun, si daca pierd[rar]..stiu sa accept pierderea&lt;br /&gt;16. nu cred in iubire…prea dezamagita de ea&lt;br /&gt;17. urasc comunismul&lt;br /&gt;18. imi plac filmele de dragoste,si comediile&lt;br /&gt;19.privesc indelung luna in prezenta cuiva doar cand sunt indragostita…[doar odata pana acum]20. amenintarile ma las rece&lt;br /&gt;21. nasty DUDE&lt;br /&gt;22. nu-s sufletista&lt;br /&gt;23. sunt agitata fara telefon&lt;br /&gt;24.”posesoarea unor false sentimente”&lt;br /&gt;25. ploaia ma arunca in melancolie…sau somn:P&lt;br /&gt;26. imi place sa ma plimb cu rolele[mai ales cand sunt suparata]&lt;br /&gt;27. detest sa fiu fluierata&lt;br /&gt;28. luptatoare sacra&lt;br /&gt;29. imi place sa scriu&lt;br /&gt;30. evit vacantele cu ai mei[singurul lucru care mi place e ca mi cumpara ce vreau]&lt;br /&gt;31. iubesc craniile&lt;br /&gt;32. vreau sa am tenul frumos&lt;br /&gt;33. imi traiesc viata la maxim&lt;br /&gt;34. sunt orgolioasa…chiar foarte&lt;br /&gt;35. sunt realista&lt;br /&gt;36. “jucarie”,”un metru si un zambet” cum ma tachineaza cativa:P&lt;br /&gt;37. vreau sa am parul lung&lt;br /&gt;38. Nu pot face nimic daca nu am o cruce la mine…il simt pe d-zeu cu mine&lt;br /&gt;39. urasc rozul&lt;br /&gt;40. stiu sa mi ascund sentimentele&lt;br /&gt;41. imi place “anatomia lui dr.grey”&lt;br /&gt;42. prefer adevarul[desi dureros, e mai bun decat o minciuna]&lt;br /&gt;43. Am o memorie buna&lt;br /&gt;44. Filmul meu preferat este ps I love you&lt;br /&gt;45. sunt dulce doar cand vreau[mai rar]&lt;br /&gt;46. Imi place sa ma imbrac sport…nu le am cu eleganta&lt;br /&gt;47. dorm mult, motiv pentru care ma cert cu mama&lt;br /&gt;48. urasc semnul “:-j”si “whatever”&lt;br /&gt;49. il ador pe bob Marley si parul lui&lt;br /&gt;50. imi place pericolul&lt;br /&gt;51. vreau sa ajung ceva in viata&lt;br /&gt;52. imi place sa desenez…dar si sa filozofez:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. nu suport minciuna&lt;br /&gt;54. cik “argint viu”&lt;br /&gt;55. Ma plictisesc repede…nu mi place rutina&lt;br /&gt;56. ridic din spranceana cand vorbesc&lt;br /&gt;57. nu stiu nimic daca ma intrebi de prietenele mele&lt;br /&gt;58. nu mi plac gaborii&lt;br /&gt;59. Imi plac cainii .&lt;br /&gt;60. As vrea sa ma inscriu la teatru.dar nu cred ca am curaj&lt;br /&gt;61. Nu-s tocilara&lt;br /&gt;62. supararea imi cere singuratate&lt;br /&gt;63. imi plac pozele in care apare marea sau fumul de tigara&lt;br /&gt;64. sunt o varsatoare puternica&lt;br /&gt;65. Sunt nesuferita rau uneori&lt;br /&gt;66. iubesc matematica doar cand n-o practic&lt;br /&gt;67. Motto-ul meu e : dragostea face victime.&lt;br /&gt;68. Ma razbun prea mult&lt;br /&gt;69. nu pot trai fara muzica&lt;br /&gt;70.nu prea stiu ce vreau&lt;br /&gt;71. ma contrazic singura&lt;br /&gt;72. Sunt romantica&lt;br /&gt;73. sunt om..ca toti ceilalti&lt;br /&gt;74. ma simt singura mai mereu&lt;br /&gt;75. nu ma descurc cand e vorba de tocuri [era sa mi rup gatu]&lt;br /&gt;76 imi place sa pierd vremea in parc cu fetele..la o samanta&lt;br /&gt;77.ma enerveaza vacanta k e prea scurta&lt;br /&gt;78. imi place sa fiu dorita…&lt;br /&gt;79. ma roade daca nu intru pe mess&lt;br /&gt;80. Imi doresc o poveste de iubire la mare&lt;br /&gt;81. Imi place sa fiu eu&lt;br /&gt;82. n-am mila cand e vorba de persoanele care vor sa mi faca rau&lt;br /&gt;83. nu multi stiu prea multe despre mine&lt;br /&gt;84. cand eram mica visam sa fug de acasa cu vecina mea&lt;br /&gt;85. nu caut prima un baiat[doar in ocazii speciale]&lt;br /&gt;86. sunt PREA indiferenta&lt;br /&gt;87. ma cert cu toata lumea cand sunt pe stop&lt;br /&gt;88. slabiciunea mea la baieti..e parul&lt;br /&gt;89. vreau inel bulgari&lt;br /&gt;90. vreau sa fiu bruneta natural&lt;br /&gt;91. am incredere in mine&lt;br /&gt;92. am multi prieteni…dar atat de putini&lt;br /&gt;93. “dracusor…cand te calca pe coada”&lt;br /&gt;94.stau prost cu rabdarea&lt;br /&gt;95. nu-s prea sanatoasa…&lt;br /&gt;96. imprevizibila…nu mi place sa mi fac planuri&lt;br /&gt;97. precauta:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. am o ureche mai speciala:))&lt;br /&gt;99. as vrea sa iubesc si sa fiu iubita….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-3213648095873405793?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3213648095873405793/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=3213648095873405793' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/3213648095873405793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/3213648095873405793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/09/leapsha4a2a-in-noaptea-ast.html' title='leapsha...4[a2a in noaptea ast]'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-2931919518227705265</id><published>2009-09-07T02:57:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T03:00:39.628+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsha 3..:D</title><content type='html'>1) Luaţi cartea cea mai la indemână, deschideţi la pagina 18 si scrieţi aici al 4-lea rand “ca ma inselam crezand ca o scosesem cu totul din viata mea”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Fara sa verificati, cat e ora? – cred ca 2/3&lt;br /&gt;3)Verificati -03:05&lt;br /&gt;4) Cum sunteti imbracat? –in chiloti si bluza d pijama&lt;br /&gt;5) Inainte de a raspunde la acest chestionar, la ce va uitati? –la telefon:))&lt;br /&gt;6) Ce zgomot auziti in afara celui al calculatorului? – telefonul cum suna&lt;br /&gt;7) Cand ati iesit ultima data si ce ati facut cu ocazia respectiva? – ultima oara knd am iesit…am dansat si mi-am facut de cap&lt;br /&gt;8) Aţi visat ieri noapte? – daaa:D&lt;br /&gt;9) Cand ati ras ultima data? – acum 1 minut&lt;br /&gt;10) Ce aveti pe peretii incaperii unde sunteti? – postere….cranii…fluturi..imagini de pe net…si desene facute de mine&lt;br /&gt;11) Daca ati deveni multimilionar peste noapte, care ar fi primul lucru pe care l-ati cumpara? – un inel bulgari&lt;br /&gt;12) Care este ultimul film pe care l-ati vazut? – Dansezi cu mine?&lt;br /&gt;13) Ati vazut ceva neobisnuit astazi? – plm nush:P&lt;br /&gt;14) Ce parere aveti despre acest chestionar? – ma pune pe ganduri&lt;br /&gt;15) Spuneti-ne ceva ce nu stim inca – incredibil…[n-aveam alta pijama],dar pentru a2a oara in anu asta sunt imbracata in roz[culoarea mea infecta]&lt;br /&gt;16) Care ar fi prenumele copilului dvs. daca ar fi vorba de o fetita? – voi sti cand o voi vedea&lt;br /&gt;17) Care ar fi prenumele copilului dvs. daca ar fi vorba de un baiat? – Mihai, ca asa am promis candva[eu ma tin de promisiuni]&lt;br /&gt;18) V-ati gandit deja sa locuiti in strainatate? – da, ca asa mi-a ghicit o tiganca:))&lt;br /&gt;19) Daca ati putea schimba ceva in lume in afara de politica, ce ati schimba? – as schimba oamenii&lt;br /&gt;20) Va place sa dansati? – nu,iubesc dansul.&lt;br /&gt;21) Care a fost ultima chestie pe care ati vazut-o la televizor? – pe Eddy Murphy&lt;br /&gt;22) Care sunt cele 4 persoane care ar trebui sa preia acest chestionar? –primele patru care il vor citi;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-2931919518227705265?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2931919518227705265/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=2931919518227705265' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/2931919518227705265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/2931919518227705265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/09/leapsha-3d.html' title='Leapsha 3..:D'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-4629927755904273938</id><published>2009-08-29T23:50:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T00:17:02.330+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lacrimi sangeroase scurse in urma unui rol amarat...</title><content type='html'>In fiecare zi aceeasi privire, aceeasi expresie si acelasi zambet, am aceeasi balta de sange in mine de prea multi ani din viata asta, am lasat pumnalul asta orea mult infipt in inima mea, iar faptele voastre il imping din ce in ce mai adans. Daca nu m-am revoltat atata timp pentru atatea nedreptati, daca n-am pus accent pe nimic in fata voastra nu inseamna ca nu mi pasa si ca nu ma doare nimic! Gresit!!! Fiecare actiune de a voastra are un efect asupra mea, lucru care ma intareste sau ma slabeste. Poate sunt o criminala in serie cand e vorba de arma indiferentei, dar sunt si eu om, si ca oricare dintre noi, am sentimente!&lt;br /&gt;Am tacut prea mult, am inghitit destule si a venit momentul in care am erupt.NU!Nu v-am zis cat ma doare sufletul, cat imi innegreste vazul, cat ma inec in lacrimi pana simt ca nu mai pot respira, nu mai pot vedea, nu mai pot nici vorbi, ma simt ca si cum as fi inchisa intre patru scanduri, chiar de voi, care cica trebuie sa ma apreciati si sa ma iubiti, insa voi ma distrugeti!&lt;br /&gt;Acum uita-te la mine...ce vezi?..[o umbra], dar priveste-ma mai adanc, gaseste-mi sufletul si ia spune-mi...mai traieste??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-4629927755904273938?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4629927755904273938/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=4629927755904273938' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/4629927755904273938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/4629927755904273938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/08/lacrimi-sangeroase-scurse-in-urma-unui.html' title='Lacrimi sangeroase scurse in urma unui rol amarat...'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-5873468821674729261</id><published>2009-08-21T02:25:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T03:42:30.933+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Iti fredonez rolul...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mine&lt;/span&gt;, ma privesti, ma imbati cu parfumul tau, ma iei in brate, incerci sa ma saruti, te las[[nu ca ar fi prima oara:))], m-am saturat de cuvintele tale frumoase, esti atat de dulce cand le rostesti discret la urechea mea, dar niciunul dintre noi nu le crede, mai ales cand imi arunci privirea ta"seducatoare", poti sa termini teatrul ca oricum iti stiu rolul pe de rost, &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372210589535281138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/So3tEWfXn_I/AAAAAAAAAR4/zLkeMLKceiw/s400/pr02_mp4_000676676.jpg" border="0" /&gt;spui ca vei fi mereu langa mine, dar cred ca asa le zici la toate, stai calm, ti-am mai zis si-ti mai zic, cat timp nu esti langa mine, mi se rupe cu cine stai, pentru ca tot la mine te intorci, pana cand iti voi intoarce fundu, dar momentan n-o s-o fac...pentru ca ...o sa-ti soptesc eu la ureche, cu prima ocazie, poate chiar in noaptea asta...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-5873468821674729261?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5873468821674729261/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=5873468821674729261' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/5873468821674729261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/5873468821674729261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/08/iti-fredonez-rolul.html' title='Iti fredonez rolul...'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/So3tEWfXn_I/AAAAAAAAAR4/zLkeMLKceiw/s72-c/pr02_mp4_000676676.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-1745660190963487112</id><published>2009-08-17T22:34:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T00:04:12.666+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsha 2:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dacă eram o lună, aş fi fost ↔ august;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daca eram o zi a săptămânii, aş fi fost ↔ luni, intotdeauna o poti lua de la capat;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dacă eram o parte a zilei, aş fi fost ↔ miezul noptii, atunci incepe o noua zi;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dacă eram un animal marin, aş fi fost ↔ pestisorul de aur, e de negasit;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dacă eram o direcţie, aş fi fost ↔ directia inimii mele;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dacă eram o virtute, aş fi fost ↔ adevar, dureros dar bun;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dacă eram o personalitate istorică, aş fi fost ↔ ioana d’arc,o adevarata luptatoare;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dacă eram o planetă, aş fi fost ↔ Pluto, ma caracterizeaza;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dacă eram un lichid, aş fi fost ↔ apa, pura si naturala;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dacă eram o piatră, aş fi fost ↔ argint, diminueaza culorile;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dacă eram o pasăre, aş fi fost ↔ pasarea colibri, mica si rapida;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dacă eram o plantă, aş fi fost ↔ trandafir rosu, reprezinta dragostea, dar si sangele varsat din iubire;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dacă eram un tip de vreme, aş fi fost ↔ ploaie de vara, sa racoresc lumea;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dacă eram un instrument muzical, aş fi fost ↔ muzicutza;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dacă eram o emoţie, aş fi fost ↔ bucurie;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dacă eram un sunet, aş fi fost ↔ rasetul unui prunc;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dacă eram un cântec, aş fi fost ↔ Rod stewart – I don’t wanna talk about it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dacă eram un film, aş fi fost ↔ P.S.:I love you;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dacă eram un serial, aş fi fost ↔ "Anatomia lui Dr.Gray";&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dacă eram o carte, aş fi fost ↔ Junky – William S.Burroughs;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dacă eram un personaj de ficţiune, aş fi fost ↔ Cenusareasa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dacă eram un fel de mâncare, aş fi fost ↔ Ciocolata ;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371019760578141842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SomyA-7dHpI/AAAAAAAAARo/Y87sq5RmtgQ/s400/n554ko.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dacă eram un gust, aş fi fost ↔ acru;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dacă eram o aromă, aş fi fost ↔ frisca;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dacă eram o culoare, aş fi fost ↔ mov.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dacă eram un material, aş fi fost ↔ in;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dacă eram un cuvânt, aş fi fost ↔ Iubeste-ma;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dacă eram o parte a corpului, aş fi fost ↔ parul, slabiciunea mea.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dacă eram o expresie a feţei, aş fi fost ↔ un zambet simplu dar natural;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dacă eram o materie de şcoală, aş fi fost ↔ muzica;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dacă eram un personaj din desene animate, aş fi fost ↔ pikachu, mic dar atat de nenorocit;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dacă eram o formă, aş fi fost ↔ o roata, care se invarte;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dacă eram un număr, aş fi fost ↔ 13, si ghinion si noroc;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dacă eram o maşină, aş fi fost ↔ o masina mica, eleganta, rapida si frumoasa;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dacă eram o haină, aş fi fost ↔ fularul colorat din dulap; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o jucarie, aş fi fost ↔ pur si simplu, yoyo:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-1745660190963487112?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1745660190963487112/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=1745660190963487112' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/1745660190963487112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/1745660190963487112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/08/leapha-2d.html' title='Leapsha 2:D'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SomyA-7dHpI/AAAAAAAAARo/Y87sq5RmtgQ/s72-c/n554ko.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-5365698971210441416</id><published>2009-08-14T01:32:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T02:22:10.423+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A pierde un prieten inseamna a ma ingropa de vie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunt pe cale sa-mi pierd una dintre cele mai bune prietene, sau cel putin asa simt acum, o persoana care inseamna enorm pentru mine, o fata cu care am impartit totul, pana si baietii, si nu ne-am suparat una pe cealalta, ea e tot ce eu nu sunt, ea face ce eu nu sunt in stare sa fac, ea e barbie a mea, iar eu sunt opusul ei, ea iubeste rozu, eu il detest, ea e blonda, eu bruneta, ea e dulce iar eu amara, si totusi toate chestiile astea m-au apropiat de ea, si de ceilalti ma indepartau.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369592164717130834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 387px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SoSfn96vdFI/AAAAAAAAAQA/WB811JlRNkk/s400/Best_friends_by_Tanashi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu nu prea le am cu sentimentalismele, dar chiar tin supermult la ea, si nu vreau s-o pierd, ea imi e alaturi mereu, stiu ca sunt prima persoana pe care ar suna-o daca ar avea probleme, cu ea pierd noptile, ori la telefon, ori prin cluburi/baruri/strazi/masini, cu ea imi savurez fiecare clipa, cu ea rad sau plang, cu ea beau sau borasc, cu ea ma contrazic, ea e exact opusul meu, dar e prietena mea, si o iubesc si daca imprejurimile vor reusi sa ne desparta, eu ma inchid din nou, asa ca apreciaza o persoana cand e alaturi de tine, caci nu sti cum poate disparea, si sa-i fie dor de tine...te iubesc blondo!:X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-5365698971210441416?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5365698971210441416/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=5365698971210441416' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/5365698971210441416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/5365698971210441416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/08/pierde-un-prieten-inseamna-ma-ingropa.html' title='A pierde un prieten inseamna a ma ingropa de vie...'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SoSfn96vdFI/AAAAAAAAAQA/WB811JlRNkk/s72-c/Best_friends_by_Tanashi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-1871955884817293125</id><published>2009-08-04T23:01:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T23:23:40.350+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tema la limba romana...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O persoana care intodeauna a avut o influenta puternica asupra caracterului meu este tata. De la el am inteles ca a spune si a visa e usor, dar este greu sa le si realizezi. El ma invatat ca trebuie sa am incredere in mine si ca sa nu ma las batuta, ci intotdeauna sa lupt pentru ceea ce-mi doresc. Tata nu-mi spune cum sa fac, ce sa fac, ci imi arata cum e viata doar prin situatiile prin care este obligat sa treaca. Tata m-a invatat ca trebuie sa respect tot ce este in jur, m-a invatat ca nu se termina lumea la moartea sau plecarea unei persoane dragi, m-a invatat ca nu trebuie sa ma bazez pe altcineva cat timp am incredere in mine, stiu ca voi reusi, m-a invatat ca totul are sens in viata, caci Dumnezeu are grija de noi, cat timp noi credem in El.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366206442229193906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SniYU-x73LI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/rcvMcKXyk8g/s400/dad_daughter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[E o tema veche, pe care am recitit-o zilele astea..si mi-am amintit cat de daramata eram atunci cand am scris-o, de aceea am postat-o]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-1871955884817293125?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1871955884817293125/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=1871955884817293125' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/1871955884817293125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/1871955884817293125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/08/tema-la-limba-romana.html' title='Tema la limba romana...'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SniYU-x73LI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/rcvMcKXyk8g/s72-c/dad_daughter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-3521279737385840199</id><published>2009-07-30T16:05:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T16:08:11.151+03:00</updated><title type='text'>:P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SnGbNCYLmLI/AAAAAAAAAPI/dWX_7BnsvcE/s1600-h/thumb_photo12134615622981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364239279453870258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SnGbNCYLmLI/AAAAAAAAAPI/dWX_7BnsvcE/s400/thumb_photo12134615622981.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pana mea...zilele astea nu am timp sa scriu cine stie ce...am de gand sa-mi fac de cap cat mai "urat" in timpul asta ramas din vacanta...dar promit k o sa scriu cat de curand.. :*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-3521279737385840199?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3521279737385840199/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=3521279737385840199' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/3521279737385840199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/3521279737385840199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/07/p.html' title=':P'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SnGbNCYLmLI/AAAAAAAAAPI/dWX_7BnsvcE/s72-c/thumb_photo12134615622981.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-7426339844768230949</id><published>2009-07-23T11:54:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T11:56:32.639+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Azi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Azi am auzit florile soptind, spuneau ca iubirea e cel mai frumos miros care poate fi adulmecat.&lt;br /&gt;Azi am auzit fluturii vorbind, spuneau ca dragostea trebuie apreciata la timpul ei, nu sti ce va fi maine.&lt;br /&gt;Azi am auzit luna si soarele cum isi jurau iubire eterna, desi se iubesc de miliarde de ani...&lt;br /&gt;Azi am auzit doua lacrimi care spuneau ca au cazut pentru ca stapana lor a gresit si a ramas fara pereche...&lt;br /&gt;Azi am auzit gandurile unui suflet in doua trupuri, spunea ca fara dragoste nimic nu e... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361576786589067010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SmglrjifJwI/AAAAAAAAAO4/VabEuQSDGqo/s400/.325.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi am auzit doua culori vorbind, spuneau ca fiecare are perechea lui, buna sau rea, potrivita sau opusa, nu conteaza...&lt;br /&gt;Azi am auzit doua maini vorbind, spuneau ca nu se vor separa niciodata si ca totul va fi bine, indiferent de obstacol...&lt;br /&gt;Azi am auzit doi ingeri cantand, spuneau ca iubirea e sentimentul ce poate duce la moarte...&lt;br /&gt;Azi am auzit doua poze plangand, sufereau pentru ca mereu sunt privite cu dezamagire....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-7426339844768230949?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7426339844768230949/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=7426339844768230949' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/7426339844768230949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/7426339844768230949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/07/azi.html' title='Azi...'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SmglrjifJwI/AAAAAAAAAO4/VabEuQSDGqo/s72-c/.325.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-678305643306251935</id><published>2009-07-22T12:48:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T12:50:28.902+03:00</updated><title type='text'>leapsha</title><content type='html'>Alege un cântăreţ/formaţie/trupă şi răspunde folosind numai titluri ale cântecelor acestuia/acestora.&lt;br /&gt;Akon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Esti bărbat sau femeie?&lt;br /&gt;Sweetest girl&lt;br /&gt;2. Descrie-te.&lt;br /&gt;Dangerous&lt;br /&gt;3. Cum se simt oamenii în preajma ta?&lt;br /&gt;Beautifull&lt;br /&gt;4. Cum ţi-ai descrie relaţia anterioară?&lt;br /&gt;Who the fuck is that?&lt;br /&gt;5. Dar pe cea actuală?&lt;br /&gt;Don't matter&lt;br /&gt;6. Unde ai vrea să te afli acum?&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes&lt;br /&gt;7. Ce părere ai despre iubire?&lt;br /&gt;Gun shot&lt;br /&gt;8. Cum e viaţa ta?&lt;br /&gt;Sweet escape&lt;br /&gt;9. Ce ai cere dacă ai putea să-ţi pui o singură dorinţă?&lt;br /&gt;I wanna love you.&lt;br /&gt;10. Spune ceva inteligent.&lt;br /&gt;Dream big&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-678305643306251935?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/678305643306251935/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=678305643306251935' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/678305643306251935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/678305643306251935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/07/leapsha.html' title='leapsha'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-4763654091410231490</id><published>2009-07-20T11:13:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T11:15:40.242+03:00</updated><title type='text'>6 luni...:-&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;N-am uitat ca a plecat...stiu ca inca ma supraveghezi...azi se implinesc 6 luni de cand ai plecat....si lipsa ta inca se simte aici....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360452934936107138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SmQnix4RGII/AAAAAAAAAOw/W2Ym559qNJo/s400/depression-and-anxiety1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intotdeauna ne vom aminti de tine...cu zambetul pe buze si cu durere in inima...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-4763654091410231490?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4763654091410231490/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=4763654091410231490' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/4763654091410231490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/4763654091410231490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/07/6-luni.html' title='6 luni...:-&lt;'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SmQnix4RGII/AAAAAAAAAOw/W2Ym559qNJo/s72-c/depression-and-anxiety1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-4543705754001365521</id><published>2009-07-18T19:37:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T19:57:01.645+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oare?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ti s-a intamplat vreodata sa-ti fie frica de ceva si sa nu sti de ce?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Eu una nu pot sa-mi dezvalui gandurile simple, dar prea puternice pentru a fi pronuntate in lumea asta, nu pot rosti cuvinte colorate intr-o lume incolora, nu pot canta intr-o lume a tacerii, nu pot arde intr-o lume inghetata, nu pot rade pe taramul tristetii, nu pot plange in lumea fericirii, nu pot uri pe taramul iubirii, nu pot minti in lumea adevarului, si nu e vorba ca nu sunt in stare sa le fac, doar ca mi-e teama sa le fac, daca intelegeti aluzia, sper sa ma intelegeti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359845182704236642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 378px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SmH-y8YsuGI/AAAAAAAAAOI/7YivtY6L1do/s400/01254.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Altele le lasam pe data viitoare, ma duc sa fumez....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-4543705754001365521?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4543705754001365521/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=4543705754001365521' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/4543705754001365521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/4543705754001365521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/07/oare.html' title='Oare?'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SmH-y8YsuGI/AAAAAAAAAOI/7YivtY6L1do/s72-c/01254.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-3259879689999438365</id><published>2009-07-12T14:05:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T14:42:39.337+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Povestea mea de la mare:))</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Pai ce sa zic….pe langa faptul ca am fost informata zilnic cu ce se petrece in lipsa mea…am avut parte de o gramada de intamplari…&lt;br /&gt;Am zis ca ma duc in vacanta sa ma relaxez, in special sa ma bronzez, sa uit de episoadele neplacute, sa cunosc o alta lume si sa n-am nicio legatura cu cei din viata mea[exceptand familia].&lt;br /&gt;Toate bune si frumoase pana am coborat din masina si am dat nas in nas cu un roaker de care faceam misto cu o colega de a mea [care mai tarziu am aflat ca e fiul colegei parintilor cu care am luat masa].&lt;br /&gt;Dornica de bronz, dupa ce am ajuns pe plaja am facut o baie puternica am adormit la soare mult si bine, greseala mea deaoarece urmatoarele zile au fost un calvar din cauza faptului ca m-a usturat pielea ingrozitor. Oricum, a doua zi m-am intalnit pe plaja cu un tip cu care am petrecut acum 3 ani, chiar mi-a parut bine ca l-am vazut. In fine, pe urma am fost la piscina, unde ca in fiecare an, am zambit ore in sir la fiul patroanei si el la mine:)) [nu vorbesc cu el pentru ca ultima oara cand am vorbit a vrut sa ma arunce la miezul noptii in piscina]. Si cum pierdeam orele la telefon, sub umbrela, mi-am zarit un prieten foarte bun [care mi-a prezentat alti baieti;))] cu care am petrecut cateva zile. Pe langa toate astea, mi-am facut o asa-zisa prietena care m-a lasat cu ochii in soare de vreo 3 ori. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357536931337335042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SlnLdB9l8QI/AAAAAAAAAOA/5wzn0-cv2IU/s400/q+deea.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In urmatoarele seri m-am intalnit cu un tip cu care am copilarit, cu care mi-am alungat plictiseala [care mai tarziu m-am certat pentru ca..deh e baiat]-&gt;cred ca m-a injurat atat de tare incat in seara respectiva m-i s-a facut ochiul cat o ceapa [fapt pentru care am plans toata seara].&lt;br /&gt;Asadar, cum eram obisnuita sa nu-i vad pe ai mei prea mult, am stat cu sormea, care se juca cu toti copii de la piscina, drept care un pusti de jumate de metru[nu exagerez] a profitat de faptul ca in spatele meu era un zid inalt si s-a urcat pe el si mi-a turnat un pahar cu apa in cap,in timp ce vorbeam cu un prieten, intr-un minut toate persoanele prezente ma priveau amuzate…tare nu?:)) Iar la 10 minute am mers la hotel, am iesit din lift si am simtit liniste[nu era sormea], ea se pisa in lift [o sa ma omoare].&lt;br /&gt;Pe urma, in Bulgaria, era sa ma inece verisoara mea de 5 ani, in apa de 1 metru, in piscina, intre timp ai mei imi cumparau accesorii cu craniiJ)[i-am innebunit si pe ei].&lt;br /&gt;Caterinca a fost cu TVu, eu si sormea ne uitam la o telenovela, ai nostri n-aveau incotro, si sormea isi facea unghiile intre timp si se certa cu tata ca sa schimbe canalu ca ea oricum nu se uita, asadar ea s-a intors cu spatele la televizor si ii traducea tot ce zicea, tata MASCA! [tata a avut cel mai mult de suferit in vacanta asta, sau portofelul lui]. Intr-o seara ei 3 au fost la karaoke si sormea n-a cantat decat daca ii dadea tata bani [si uite cum ii papam banii], si a cantat pana la urma [lucru de care mi-a povestit in permanenta in urmatoarele zile], in timp ce eu imi savuram tigarea pe plaja cu un amic.&lt;br /&gt;Mama nu suporta telefoanele, cel putin in vacanta, si tata a trebuit sa le inchida, iar mie nu-mi place sa auda ea discutiile mele, drept care m-am inchis in baie sa vorbesc, in 3 minute a aparut si tata vorbea la telefonJ).&lt;br /&gt;Oricum, desi vacanta asta mi-a stricat foarte multe planuri, nu regret, i-am mancat sufletul tatei si am ramas cu amintiri si cu pielea terminata.&lt;br /&gt;Gata si povestioara mea, 11 zile m-am gandit la postarea asta:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-3259879689999438365?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3259879689999438365/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=3259879689999438365' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/3259879689999438365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/3259879689999438365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/07/povestea-mea-de-la-mare.html' title='Povestea mea de la mare:))'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SlnLdB9l8QI/AAAAAAAAAOA/5wzn0-cv2IU/s72-c/q+deea.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-6442672085591873722</id><published>2009-06-29T18:49:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T19:00:25.052+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lasa-ma, te rog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lasa-ma sa plang...Fa-ma sa pot varsa lacrimi...ucide-mi orgoliul si ingroapa-mi greselile...scoate ura din sufletul meu...arunca-mi masca si lasa-ma sa respir...fura-mi toata energia asta negativa...m-am saturat sa imprastii venin peste tot....m-am saturat!...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352779175523831090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SkjkTMY0zTI/AAAAAAAAAMw/p1EyB0safmo/s400/2344264408_2b33a5cdb2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;vreau sa pot gandi limpede.....si sa dovedesc ca lucrurile frumoase din mintea mea se si pot intampla...oricat de greu ar fi...chiar de ar trebui sa renunt la lucruri de care sunt dependenta...vreau sa zambesc pentru mine nu pentru durerea celorlalti..vreau sa nu ma mai simt asa singura...mi s-a acrit de aceleasi vrajeli mereu...de aceleasi intenti, ipocrizii, "prieteni adevarati"....vreau multe...si nu stiu cum sa le obtin...:-&lt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-6442672085591873722?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6442672085591873722/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=6442672085591873722' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/6442672085591873722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/6442672085591873722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/06/lasa-ma-te-rog.html' title='Lasa-ma, te rog...'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SkjkTMY0zTI/AAAAAAAAAMw/p1EyB0safmo/s72-c/2344264408_2b33a5cdb2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-5018989861987104271</id><published>2009-06-26T11:26:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T20:31:59.560+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Inca un om luat prea devreme...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Michael Joseph Jackson nascut pe data de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="29 august" href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/29_august"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;29 august&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1958" href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/1958"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;1958&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; si a murit astazi...regele muzicii pop a sfarsit prea devreme...printr-un stop cardiac...pacat de el...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351554748856578770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SkSKsLmmstI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ctYV9kxQMZE/s400/thriller-michael-jackson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cu un scenariu de muzică şi videoclipuri, Michael Jackson a popularizat o serie de tehnici de dans complicat fizic, precum robotul şi moonwalk-ul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Actiunile lui a influenţat numeroşi artişti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Hip hop" href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hip_hop"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;hip hop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;, pop şi R&amp;amp;B contemporan.A fost căsătorit de două ori şi este tatăl a trei copii, provocând mai multe controverse în legătură cu creşterea lor.A fost căsătorit de două ori şi este tatăl a trei copii, provocând mai multe neintelegeri în legătură cu creşterea lor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351554930528233922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SkSK2wYgKcI/AAAAAAAAAMo/vjRWL59a-xI/s400/Michael-Jackson-no-longer-never.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Oricum,tot respectul pentru el, a aratat ca nu exista diferente intre albi si negri...cel putin asta am invatat eu de la el. De mica, tata imi arata concertele lui si cat de maret putea fi...chiar imi pare rau pentru el...:-&lt; [melodia mea preferata..-M.J.-They don't care about us]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dumnezeu sa-l ierte...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-5018989861987104271?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5018989861987104271/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=5018989861987104271' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/5018989861987104271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/5018989861987104271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/06/inca-un-om-luat-prea-devreme.html' title='Inca un om luat prea devreme...'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SkSKsLmmstI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ctYV9kxQMZE/s72-c/thriller-michael-jackson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-7812483271629133173</id><published>2009-06-23T15:48:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T13:34:57.320+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Freak day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mai multe discutii m-au cam derutat...m-au cam indus in eroare..poate ca da...poate ca ura ucide...dar ce vina am ca asta ma face sa simt acea situatie? Eu ii fac fata si zambesc cand am de ce...insa restul trairilor mele nu pot spune ca au fost triste...desi mereu am pus accent pe cele neplacute...mai ales in ceea ce scriu...pentru cadaca scriu lucruri frumoase...despre dragoste sau rahaturi de genu asta...sunt luata de proasta sau visatoare sau cine stie de cine indragostita [si nu sunt]!&lt;br /&gt;Ok..DA! In interior sunt o fire destul de romantica, desi exteriorul nu arata asta...[azi mi s-a spus asa:"Desi esti un demon pe pamant..si mai nebuna decat furtuna...ai si o latura sensibila..unde se ascunde mierea"...si cica asta se vede in ochii mei]...mda a fost o zi ciudata, sau doar o replica ciudata, care a trebuit s-o citesc de mai multe ori ca sa-mi dau seama care e poanta...[daca era pentru mine sau nu]! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350506146682344978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SkDQ_gGLlhI/AAAAAAAAAME/W9nDD5oFidc/s400/dsafa.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fine...inca ceva interesant azi a fost felul in care am dezbatut o carte [colectionarul]..care a avut un final care m-a cam dezamagit...desi ma caracterizeaza finalul, mi-ar fi placut sa fie ceva mai romantic alea alea...[in fine pentru cei care n-au citit...e vorba de un tip(colectiona fluturi) care se indragosteste de o tipa de pe strada...si o sechestreaza(in fiecare clipa e politicos cu ea,si nu-i face nimic din ce nu vrea-&gt;mai putin sa-i acorde libertatea]...incearca sa o faca sa se indragosteasca de el..insa nu reuseste si aceasta se bolnaveste si moare...] eu as fi vrut sa se sinucida el, pentru ca nu suporta lipsa ei....in schimb el o i-a de la capat cu aceeasi poveste numai ca alta fata,aiurea...cred ca e singura carte care m-a facut sa plang...[cred ca latura sensibila e de vina:))]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-7812483271629133173?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7812483271629133173/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=7812483271629133173' title='9 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/7812483271629133173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/7812483271629133173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/06/freak-day.html' title='Freak day'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SkDQ_gGLlhI/AAAAAAAAAME/W9nDD5oFidc/s72-c/dsafa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-9095685269336346922</id><published>2009-06-21T12:09:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T13:35:15.689+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ura mea pentru tine..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Intotdeauna am fost o persoana sigura pe mine, si intotdeauna am obtinut ce mi-am propus...asta pentru ca am ambitie...insa niciodata nu-mi fac planuri...asta pentru ca daca nu ies cum mi-am propus, eu sunt cea dezamagita...dar uneori ti se pot intampla lucruri pe care nici macar nu le-ai visat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349706440064912802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/Sj35qcywTaI/AAAAAAAAAK8/5cBFYo5CNuo/s400/smoking-woman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ai simtit vreodata ca prezenta unui om iti provoaca scarba?Ai simtit vreodata ca acel om, desi ti-a facut ingrozitor de mult rau el inca te mai solicita, inca te mai necesita? Nu te mai suport si as vrea sa aud in curand ca esti intre patru scanduri...nu ca as veni la inmormantarea ta pentru ca nu meriti nimic la ce mi-ai facut...Oricum sa nu-ti imaginezi ca plang...pentru ca n-o fac..doar plesnesc de ura..mai ales cand te zaresc...si mai si tupeu sa ma privesti..culmea sa vi sa incerci sa ma imbratisezi...nu-ti face griji nici n-o sa te bag in seama...o sa te ignor cum am facut-o pana acum...o sa te imping de fiecare data cu mai multa rautate, si o sa te plesnesc cu o sete de neinchipuit...te-am rugat doar sa ma lasi in pace...dar tu n-o faci si de-asta o sa-ti fac si mai mult rau...uita de existenta mea si o sa uit si eu de a ta...voi lasa ura sa ma elibereze...[putini vor intelege textul asta...se simt ei;)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-9095685269336346922?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/9095685269336346922/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=9095685269336346922' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/9095685269336346922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/9095685269336346922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/06/ura-mea-pentru-tine.html' title='Ura mea pentru tine..'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/Sj35qcywTaI/AAAAAAAAAK8/5cBFYo5CNuo/s72-c/smoking-woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-3909705829474593615</id><published>2009-06-12T20:13:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T15:01:55.870+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fi tu...nu-i lasa pe ei sa-ti rapeasca mintea...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daca as scrie pentru tine ar insemna ca-mi pasa...Deci:-j tu nu meriti nici cuvinte;) cand te vei maturiza vei intelege;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Increderea...se poate castiga greu si nu poate fi pierduta usor decat odata...odata ce ai pierdut-o nu o vei mai avea vreodata in acea persoana...si a invata sa ai incredere in cineva este una dintre cele mai grele sarcini omenesti...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346500996197436514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SjKWVD2ezGI/AAAAAAAAAKk/6u7j6zuImbY/s400/d6f9a53bb81334fa887daeee5af6101a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mereu cand am crezut in cineva am fost dezamagita...[la randul meu am dezamagit multe persoane dragi...greseala mea] si nu mi-a parut rau...deoarece in tot timpul in care am crezut in persoana respectiva totul a fost frumos...multe persoane imi spun lucruri despre mine...unele frumoase altele mai putin frumoase...frate nu ma intereseaza ce parere ai tu...eu ma simt bine in pielea mea..asa cum sunt [imperfecta], insa stiu ca sunt perfecta in felul meu...multi au gustat din otrava mea si nu le-a fost tocmai bine ...insa si eu m-am inecat cu fumul multora dar mi-am revenit...eu cred ca singurul lucru fara rezolvare e moartea[ps:au trecut aproape 5 luni de cand a murit...si s-au schimbat toate]...imi place sa tin în maini frica altcuiva si sa i-o arat...asta ma face puternica...mereu am fost "jignita"pentru puterea mea de a fi indiferenta... cineva mi-a zis ca "indiferenta e o arma puternica"! DA!E adevarat...si ma bucur ca acum stiu s-o folosesc...nu regret ca am fost nesimtita cu atata lume pentru ca am facut ce mi-a spus inima...poate asa s-au invatat minte...eu am facut-o...nu m-am luat dupa gura celorlalti...sunt genul de persoana care asculta, dar nu crede, sarut dar nu iubesc...si plec inainte sa fiu dezamagita...[un fost imi zicea ca sunt prostuta pentru ca fac asa...pentru ca n-o sa descopar niciodata fericirea si iubirea] sigur o zicea ca sa nu-i dau papucii...[n-a mers]...nu cred in dragoste...poate ca am simtit-o si eu odata, insa nu mi amintesc...ma gandesc daca ar plange odata pentru ca eu o fac...si-ar face griji cineva?oki..poate tata..sormea...cik si mama nu se stie:-j...in ziua de azi nici nu sti ce sa citesti de pe fata cuiva...[e indiferent domne dar stiu ca ma iubeste/nu-i pasa de mine] atata falsitate in lumea asta cum nu vezi...unii se ascund de altii..si tot felul de rahaturi...am gresit si eu de multe ori..dar e omeneste...nu sunt o fire slaba..daca mi-ar sti lumea secretele..mi-ar zice cum mi-au zis unii [as fi murit]...nu frate...iti zic eu...ai fi fost ca mine...fara suflet...sunt goala pe dinauntru..nu mai cred nimic...mai ales in baieti...am boala pe ei dar in acelasi timp ii necesit...asa ca o sa fac ce stiu mai bine...fara nicio retinere..ca intotdeauna...stiu ca o sa ma pedepseasca d-zeu pentru ce fac...dar eu nu sunt carpa nimanui si asta sa se stie:)...nu-s mai presus de nimeni si nu sunt in stare sa dau o lectie cuiva dar stiu ca eu sunt eu si fac ce vrea inima mea!!!Nu plange, nu spune ca n-o sa treci peste...pentru ca o so faci...nu e capat de lume ca ti-a dat papucii...nu mori pentru ca te-a inselat...hei..asta e viata..asa a vrut d-zeu si cu asta basta...a vrut sa simti si tu ce simt altii cand le-o faci tu...chestile astea nu le spun ca sa le reprosez cuiva...sunt doar sentimentele mele de fata...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-3909705829474593615?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3909705829474593615/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=3909705829474593615' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/3909705829474593615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/3909705829474593615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/06/fi-tunu-i-lasa-pe-ei-sa-ti-rapeasca.html' title='Fi tu...nu-i lasa pe ei sa-ti rapeasca mintea...'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SjKWVD2ezGI/AAAAAAAAAKk/6u7j6zuImbY/s72-c/d6f9a53bb81334fa887daeee5af6101a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-9036639149385549788</id><published>2009-06-08T20:18:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T15:01:14.887+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amintirile raman...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pf...am zis ca plec o vreme din acest oras...sa uit multe chestii si sa deschid ochii, sa-mi dau seama ce-mi doresc, ce simt si pentru cine simt...ma gandesc la prea multi:))...asta a fost mereu problema mea:P...mai intai vreau sa-mi cer scuze unui tip super dulce ca am fost prea dura cu el...sorry dar asta sunt...incerc sa ma abtin sa fac rau dar totusi o fac si asta doar prin a-mi trai viata...pe urma...o prietena...sau daca i se poate spune prietena, imi pare rau daca am gresit cu ceva dar e si fericirea mea in joc...nu pot sa le fac pe plac celorlalti si eu sa stau ca fraiera sa sufar...eu ti-am suportat destule si nu am comentat pentru ca DEh...asta sunt...m-am gandit ca o putem lua de la capat dar tu gresesti in continuare...credeam ca ai deshis si tu ochii si ai vazut ce e in jurul tau...dar ai ramas in aceeasi ceatza...eu mereu am crezut in schimbare...si inca mai sper ca te vei schimba si ca te vei maturiza si tu odata...si vei invata sa apreciezi ce ai...mai cunosc cateva ciudate d-astea ca tine care se plang toata ziua ca nu e buna de nimic ca e asa si nu poate aia si tot asa....fratilor...daca voi credeti in voi sunteti cele mai puternice persoane de pe fata pamantului...trebuie doar sa sti cum sa ti croiesti drumul ca sa ajungi cat mai bine...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345010665878984402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/Si1K4axkFtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/w5Y1F7eCH_s/s400/2441930547_889ca54508.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Acum trebuie sa ma gandesc daca o sa ma intorc in trecut...la clipele petrecute de tine...prea multe:))..ador cand te enervezi pe mine si te transformi...ador cand vrei sa ma faci geloasa si ma privesti sa vezi cum reactionez...dar sti bine ca nu sunt naiva:))si nu ti arat ce simt:) cum nici tu n-o faci...insa amandoi stim de celalalt si e palpitant:)) multi ne vor impreuna din nou dar eu ma tot gandesc:P...daca o sa fie la fel de frumos....Ma mai gandesc ce o sa fac:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ascult melodia noastra nonstop...la un moment dat am sters-o numai sa nu ma mai gandesc la tine:)) dar am pus-o la loc...cei care au trecut prin viata mea cat timp tu ai lipsit am crezut ca semnifica ceva pentru mine..dar se pare ca mereu la tine ma intorc si tu la mine...pf ma omori...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In fine...m-am intors acasa....psihic sunt extraordinar de bine...insa fizic sunt absolut praf...dar o sa-mi treaca...:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-9036639149385549788?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/9036639149385549788/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=9036639149385549788' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/9036639149385549788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/9036639149385549788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/06/iert-dar-nu-uit.html' title='Amintirile raman...'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/Si1K4axkFtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/w5Y1F7eCH_s/s72-c/2441930547_889ca54508.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-7205565317640872654</id><published>2009-06-01T15:22:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T15:33:28.711+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Realitatea si din alta perspectiva...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;E aiurea…de ce trebuie să plătească mereu copii pentru greşelile părinţilor? Mă gândesc la copii bătuţi de părinţi alcoolici, insultaţi fără motive, copii neglijaţi pentru că părinţii lor muncesc prea mult şi nu le acordă atenţia necesară, mi-e milă de cei care sunt nevoiţi să muncească pentru a-şi ajuta părinţii.. Întotdeauna copii au fost influenţaţi de acţiunile părinţilor. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342335038990930706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SiPJab4tUxI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bi7pSIQUo28/s400/Mother_with_child.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dacă părinţii se ceartă în mod constant, iar în familia respectivă este folosit un limbaj vulgar, poate şi un comportament violent, copii sunt cei care au cel mai mult de suferit. Crezi că dacă îi dai o grămadă de bani zilnic, crezi că dacă îi cumperi cei mai tari teneşi, cel mai tare ceas, cele mai marfă haine, şi tot ce e mai bun din tot, acesta te va iubi şi respecta mai mult? Nu! Nu încerca să-ţi cumperi copilul, oferă-i iubire, căldură şi sprijin în toate. Multor copii le lipsesc dragostea părinţilor, deşi sunt iubiţi, ei probabil nu simt asta, iar acest lucru le afectează gândirea. Puştanii încep să consume nenumărate băuturi alcoolice într-un timp scurt, încep să fumeze, poate tutun, poate iarbă, nu se ştie, depinde de posibilităţi, crezând că poate aşa nu vor mai lipsi absenţa afecţiunii din partea părinţilor. Însă mai sunt şi puştoaicele care sunt mult mai afectate decât băieţii, acestea umblă prin discoteci, beau în colţuri de blocuri şi se pierd prin paturile drogaţilor. Iar toate acestea se întâmplă din cauza părinţilor iresponsabili! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nu ştiu ce m-a determinat să scriu asta chiar azi...e doar realitatea pe care alţii n-o văd...iar altora le e ruşine cu ea de aceea o ascund...poate că alţi copii nici nu simt că e ziua lor...ci e doar o altă zi de muncă, chin...E aiurea..dar asta e viaţa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342335773573177714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SiPKFMaw4XI/AAAAAAAAAKE/2aBptgod6WU/s400/qwert.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;În fine să lăsăm pesimismul....şi &lt;strong&gt;la mulţi ani tuturor copiilor...şi celor bogaţi şi celor săraci&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-7205565317640872654?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7205565317640872654/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=7205565317640872654' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/7205565317640872654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/7205565317640872654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/06/realitatea-si-din-alta-perspectiva.html' title='Realitatea si din alta perspectiva...'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SiPJab4tUxI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bi7pSIQUo28/s72-c/Mother_with_child.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-8805000329530264234</id><published>2009-05-25T18:41:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T18:48:17.884+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fluturi…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vara si minunile ei…vreau sa devin si eu o minune a acestei perioade…Soarele deja ma invaluie in caldura sa si ma transforma intr-un izvor, iar asta imi duce mintea la tine..&lt;br /&gt;Mi-ar placea sa fiu un fluture, sa traiesc doar o zi, si aceea cu tine, caci tu-mi transformi viata intr-un paradis…sa gust frumusetea naturii, sa-mi zbor libertatea, sa iubesc o zi cat pentru o viata…si cand m-as desparti de tine sa nu pot suferi…caci deja am murit…sa ma nasc alaturi de tine…sa ma racoresc alaturi de tine in roua frunzelor ce ne inconjoara…sa simt pentru prima oara parfumul imbatator al florilor odata cu tine…sa zbor cu tine si sa ne ridicam in inaltul cer …sa zacem pierduti pe nori…sa nu cunoastem lacrimi si sa nu existe tristete intre noi…nici macar sa nu stim pronuntia sau semnificatia acestor banale cuvinte…doar zambete, dragoste si fericire…asta sa fie intre noi…Sa-mi juri ca vom trai vesnic…daca nu in lumea asta rea …in cea de sus… &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339788621593129026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/Shq9db27MEI/AAAAAAAAAIg/BPfZBIbCBh0/s400/f_jackandroi_2969m_9d3d85d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu esti lumea mea acum, tu esti fantezia mea, tu esti dorinta mea, tu esti motivul zambetului meu, tu m-ai facut sa traiesc in nou, tu m-ai determinat sa-mi doresc sa fiu un fluture…&lt;br /&gt;Te ador cand imi zambesti, ma amuzi cand razi, ma incanti cand te oftici, imi place cand ma admiri, ma bucur cand ma saruti…sper sa nu se termine prea curand..sa fie atat de superb cum spui tu….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-8805000329530264234?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8805000329530264234/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=8805000329530264234' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/8805000329530264234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/8805000329530264234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/05/fluturi.html' title='Fluturi…'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/Shq9db27MEI/AAAAAAAAAIg/BPfZBIbCBh0/s72-c/f_jackandroi_2969m_9d3d85d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-1318064577818171983</id><published>2009-05-16T19:01:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T19:06:36.550+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Absenta este pentru dragoste ce este vantul pentru foc, o stinge pe cea slaba, o aprinde pe cea puternica...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Cred cã mã gândesc la dragoste mai mult decât ar trebui. Sunt mereu uimitã de puterea ei absolutã de a schimba şi defini vieţi. Uneori îţi vorbesc persoane pe care nici măcar nu le auzi. Niciodată nu şti de cine te vei îndrăgosti, cât va dura şi cum se va sfârşi, asta dacă se va sfârşi. Shakespeare a spus că "dragostea e oarbă"...insa eu zic ca dragostea nu este oarba… ci noi orbim in fata ei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;În lumea asta exista mai multe tipuri de dragoste.&lt;br /&gt;*Prietenia, care de cele mai multe are loc între 2 persoane de acelaşi sex, nu că aş susţine că nu există prietenie între 2 persoane de sex opus, căci cred în asta.&lt;br /&gt;*Dragostea de părinte, nu cred că ar trebui să explic această afecţiune, doar denumirea îţi spune despre ce e vorba.&lt;br /&gt;*Şi acum dragostea pentru el/ea, cea mai complicată dintre toate. Pentru unii oameni, în mod inexplicabil...dragostea moare. Pentru alţii, dragostea pur şi simplu se pierde cu timpul. Desigur, dragostea mai poate fi gãsitã chiar şi în aventuri de-o noapte. Şi mai este un fel de dragoste...cel mai crud din toate. Cel care aproape îsi ucide victimele, se numeşte "dragoste neîmpãrtãşitã”. La asta sunt expertã din ambele perspective.&lt;br /&gt;Majoritatea articolelor mele sunt despre oameni care se îndrãgostesc între ei... Dar cum rãmâne cu ceilalţi? Cu poveştile celor care se îndrãgostesc singuri? Sunt victimele unei relaţii unilaterale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336453245090270594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/Sg7j8-IWDYI/AAAAAAAAAII/oy1mWV9etHI/s400/9b-beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sunt blestemaţii celor iubiţi...Sunt cei neiubiţi, cei care-şi poartã suferinţele, cei cu handicap care nu dispun de un loc de parcare. Ştiu cum e sã te simţi minuscul şi aiurea mai mult decât orice.&lt;br /&gt;Ştiu cum e sã te doarã în locuri care credeai cã nu existã în tine. Şi nu conteazã de câte ori îţi schimbi tunsoarea...sau la câte saloane te duci şi câte pahare de suc/vin bei cu prietenele tale, tot te culci încercând sã analizezi fiecare amãnunt, întrebându-te cu ce sau cum ai greşit, ce trebuie sa schimbi la tine ca sa se intoarca la tine, ce trebuie sa-i dai ca sa stea din nou alaturi de tine…&lt;br /&gt;Sau poate cã ai înteles gresit, si cum naiba, în acea clipã ai crezut cã ai putut fi atât de fericitã.si uneori te pãcãlesti singurã cã el...va vedea luminã şi va bate la usa ta, declarandu-ti iubire eterna.&lt;br /&gt;Si dupã toate astea, oricât ar dura, te duci într-un loc străin şi cunoşti oameni care te fac sã te simţi important. Bucãţelele de suflet se vor aduna încet şi toatã confuzia aceea, anii irosiţi din viaţa ta, vor începe sã disparã. Trebuie sa ai curaj sa risti pentru adevarul din inima ta, dar sa nu te minti cand il asculti. Un dram foarte mic de speranta este suficient pentru a cauza reaparitia dragostei. Asa ca nu mai plange pentru ceva zadarnic, ci incearca sa lasi in urma ce a fost si sa treci mai departe… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-1318064577818171983?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1318064577818171983/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=1318064577818171983' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/1318064577818171983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/1318064577818171983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/05/absenta-este-pentru-dragoste-ce-este.html' title='Absenta este pentru dragoste ce este vantul pentru foc, o stinge pe cea slaba, o aprinde pe cea puternica...'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/Sg7j8-IWDYI/AAAAAAAAAII/oy1mWV9etHI/s72-c/9b-beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-6849513712813700633</id><published>2009-05-11T15:47:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T16:08:39.996+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sper să înveţi ceva din asta;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Îţi place mereu să te subestimezi…mereu spui că eşti nepotrivită şi că nu se uită nimeni la tine…dar n-ai idee cât de frumoasă eşti…si cum zic eu frecvent “nu contează ambalajul…ci conţinutul”;)…dai vina pe tine dacă un băiat anume nu te place aşa cum eşti…&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334548791039934818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/Sggf3J7swWI/AAAAAAAAAH4/l8fjTA9RES8/s400/000_21571.jpg" border="0" /&gt;oricât te-ai aranja…cu orice te-ai îmbrăca şi cu orice te-ai machia tot aceeaşi fată rămâi…şi anume frumoasă…poate că nu eşti pe placul lui…dar sunt băieţi în lume cât vezi cu ochii…dacă nu te vrea, nu ştie ce pierde, dar asta nu înseamnă că trebuie să dai toată vina pe tine…zâmbeşte măi fato că “niciodată nu şti cine se poate îndrăgosti de zâmbetul tău”…crezi că dacă stai tristă, închisă în casă, izolată, cu perna în braţe şi bocind pentru o persoană care nici nu o interesează de tine..sau de dragostea ta..va veni la tine? Adevărul doare şi-mi pare rău că trebuie s-o spun, dar nu te mai învinovăţi degeaba, că nu e vina ta! Spune-i ce simţi…cere-i ce vrei…dacă vrea bine, dacă nu…continuă-ţi viaţa fără el, nu te pedespsi pe tine pentru că el e fraier;)…ascultă la mine…într-o zi el va veni la tine şi tu nu-l vei mai primi…o să fie bine…trebuie doar să ai încredere în tine…să te uiţi în oglindă şi să nu vezi decât ce vrei tu, adică defectele…să vezi realitatea…să vezi cât eşti de frumoasă…fiecare om e frumos în felul său… &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334549875138392914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 362px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/Sggg2Qg6c1I/AAAAAAAAAIA/C0Ztko8WT6E/s400/salimah2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;din ce zice lumea “oamenii perfecţi nu există”…hey…eu spun că fiecare om e perfect în felul sau de a fi…iar undeva în lume te caută cineva care să-ţi iubească perfecţiunea…&lt;br /&gt;Nu regreta nimic din ce ai facut…pentru că aşa a fost să fie..şi gândeşte-te că dacă nu ai fi făcut acel “nimic”nu ai fi fost persoana ce-mi citeşte mie acest text amărât…aici scriu doar ce am învăţat din greşelile mele…şi nu regret nimic din ce am făcut…căci altfel nu aş fi aici să zâmbesc…viaţa nu e perfectă…destinul nu-l scriem noi…însă totul are un sens în viaţă…&lt;br /&gt;Învaţă să râzi atunci când ar trebui să plângi…învaţă să te mulţumeşti cu ce ai…alţii n-au nici măcar atât..învaţă să nu-ţi mai pese…învaţă să lupţi când eşti la pământ… învaţă să distingi minciuna de adevăr…învaţă să te iubeşti pe tine înainte să-I iubeşti pe ceilalţi…învaţă din greşelile tale…învaţă din durerea ta…ca la rândul tău să nu-i răneşti pe ceilalţi…învaţă să treci peste tot..că stim cu toţii că nu se merită..căci ce e bun se aşteaptă…&lt;br /&gt;Acest text nu e dedicat nimănui... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-6849513712813700633?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6849513712813700633/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=6849513712813700633' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/6849513712813700633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/6849513712813700633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/05/sper-sa-inveti-ceva-din-asta.html' title='Sper să înveţi ceva din asta;)'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/Sggf3J7swWI/AAAAAAAAAH4/l8fjTA9RES8/s72-c/000_21571.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-582082518619537510</id><published>2009-05-06T14:45:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T14:57:52.573+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back&gt;:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wow…I’m feeling better…I think I’m back…Now I’m free, finaly I had the courage to tell everything I felt then, now I don’t care … I feel much better, and like it already passed, although I turned the tables on all sides possible, and I thought pretty well before I wrote this ... maybe the truth is painful but it's better than lying even stronger affects you...but now seems better… above all is the truth...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332678763591378770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SgF7FO0iJ1I/AAAAAAAAAGw/48sfsg_PUow/s400/P57893c816590f2cd0831726f43691b6d_65150835.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I like the appetite of chocolate:D...dance with the same appetite as before ... I went through things much heavier than this, and when I accepted that forced me to do what I do not wanted to do...&lt;br /&gt;won a junkie without scruples and I can’t handle this?No one knows…I’m strong again…and I’m smileing…and is not fake!WoW! I didn’t thought I’ll be okey so soon… means that the past helped me ... I learned from my mistakes ... even thought that I will keep at least a week ...but ...I’m ok like always…and I love this…I missed me…now I’m feeling better…my friends love me again…cause I’m back…my enemies are sad again… Now comes the summer the parties will start... .. dance, club, drinks, adventures and fun ...YoY is back…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-582082518619537510?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/582082518619537510/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=582082518619537510' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/582082518619537510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/582082518619537510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back&gt;:)'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SgF7FO0iJ1I/AAAAAAAAAGw/48sfsg_PUow/s72-c/P57893c816590f2cd0831726f43691b6d_65150835.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-8555461290186187430</id><published>2009-05-02T10:17:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T10:48:52.416+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Am mai terminat un rahat…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Hey…unde sunt?Unde e Yoyo?Nu ştiu..Nu mai întrebaţi că nici eu nu mă mai recunosc…Eram o fire puternică, indiferentă mai presus de toate…Nu-mi păsa de nimic..Nu simţeam nimic pentru nimeni…Zâmbeam orice ar fi fost…Îmi trăiam viaţa şi îi nenoroceam pe cei ce mi-au făcut rău.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331124842750540834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/Sfv1zIln_CI/AAAAAAAAAGI/2Rp7HPbg8K8/s400/eu+batausa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Acum, mă consum din nimicuri, devin vechea Ioana…fata naivă…n-am m-ai avut sentimente pentru cineva de mult timp… mă simt goală pe dinăuntru…O fi şi din cauza indiferenţei tale? O fi şi pentru că m-ai învăţat că orgoliul nu duce la nimic bun, m-ai învăţat ce simţeau alţii din indiferenţa mea.&lt;br /&gt;N-o să mai fiu aşa rea. Din cauza ta am aflat cât doare indiferenţa. Parcă mă străpungea un pumnal când privirea ta nu era îndreptată către mine, ci spre ceilalţi. Tu…care mă făceai mereu să mă simt specială, deşi nu sunt. Cel mai dulce din lume…&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331126755616151762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/Sfv3iekU2NI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/U0HjL09VdSk/s400/__tall_is_good_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;ţie ţi-am fost fidelă cum nu am fost nimănui…nici celor pe care i-am îndrăgit mai mult decât pe tine…nu te iubesc..nu te-am iubit…dar mi-e dor de tine..de părul tau, de zâmbetul tău hilar…de sărutul tău…până şi de vrăjeala ta…dar ştiu..am înţeles..nu te vei mai întoarce la mine…dar eu te vreau înapoi…însă nu mă lasă inima să-ţi spun ce simt…si mă oftic! Mulţi au încercat să intre în inima mea…doar pentru a sta alături de mine cât mai mult…dar n-au reuşit..iar tu…n-ai vrut să intri în inima mea..însă s-a întâmplat…acum cum pula mea te scot? “Erai o ambiţie când te-am văzut…acum vreau doar să te cunosc” asta mi-ai zis prima oară…vrei o pulă să mă cunoşti!!Nu mă cunoşti…habar n-ai ce simt…şi n-o să şti..n-o să-ţi permit să afli!Se pare că până la urmă tot o ambiţie am rămas pentru tine..Felicitări!Ai reuşit să mă faci să te îndrăgesc! M-am săturat să fug de tine!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331128101231789506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/Sfv4wzYGBcI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-CYI2ii3ASk/s400/89789879.bmp" border="0" /&gt; Înainte, persoanele care mă răneau voiam să le sparg capul când le vedeam şi pe parcurs le zdrobeam inimile…dar la tine de ce nu-mi pot dori asta?De ce nu pot juca murdar cu tine?Îmi doresc să-mi doresc asta…îmi vine să te strâng în braţe..şi să te sărut cum am făcut-o prima dată…să mă îmbrăţişezi cum ai făcut-o prima oară…să-mi spui “iubire” ca în ziua în care ne-am legat…să ne plimbăm unul în braţele celuilalt când ninge pentru prima oară…să pierdem orele doar vorbind…să-mi ridici moralul când îmi e greu…să-mi faci cadou ce-mi doresc mai mult chiar de l-ai căuta în cele mai depărtate locuri…aşa cum se întâmpla odată…nu înţeleg de ce ţi-ai bătut capul atât cu mine…de ce trebuia să aştepţi atât doar ca să fi cu mine…puteai să mă dai dracu pentru oricare alta care ţi-ar fi dat mult mai multe decât mine…nu înţeleg de ce mi-ai dat tot ce-mi doream dacă nu simţeai nimic pentru mine….de multe ori mi-am imaginat cum vi la mine şi-mi ceri să fim din nou împreună…azi când te-am revăzut…mi-au revenit toate sentimentele pentru tine…te uitasem în pana mea…m-am simţit atât de aiurea…nici măcar nu mă aşteptam să apari în faţa mea în momentul acela…şi m-ai salutat zâmbind…of..ce dor îmi e de tine…mă eviţi…mă doare..chiar dacă nu ţi-o arăt…o să te evit în continuare…am pierdut multe în viaţă…şi n-am ţinut cont…o prietenă bună mi-a zis..”vezi yoy..se întoarce roata…acum şti şi tu cum se simt ceilalţi când tu le zâmbeşti în faţă…deşi ei suferă după tine…sper că ai învăţat că nu e bine să-i loveşti pe ceilalţi..că va veni şi rândul tău”….mda..am înţeles…acum ce rahat mai pot să fac?asta sunt…tu nu te vei întoarce la mine…tu meriţi o persoană perfectă…iar aceea nu sunt eu…îmi pare rău că nu sunt eu cea care să te facă să zâmbeşti dimineaţa după o beţie puternică...sunt sclava ta…eu, cea care înainte dominam…te ador..şi mi-e dor de tine mai mult ca oricând..afară plouă…aşa cum plâng ochii mei…afară fulgeră aşa cum mă tulbură absenţa ta…m-ai tratat ca pe o ţigară…ai fumat ce era mai bun şi restul l-ai aruncat… &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331128913903026626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/Sfv5gG0BAcI/AAAAAAAAAGg/WvGDXBo-l1w/s400/cigarette1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adio!Gata..de azi înainte nu mai vreau să ştiu nimic de tine..sunt dezamăgită de mine că am crezut în unul ca tine…mă mai gândesc încă la tine…ce inocent îmi păreai…vedeam în tine tot ce e dulce…adio!...totul s-a terminat…povestea noastră s-a încheiat…nimic nu mai are rost…îmi amintesc cum mă priveai…şi-mi şopteai cuvinte calde…atunci tu încă mă fascinai…ADiooooooooo!Lasă-mă s-o spun…aşa măcar te pot uita… asta dacă n-o să mă cauţi curând să mă zăpăceşti!Sunt OK!Defapt..eu mereu sunt ok!I’m yoyo..Fuck the rest… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-8555461290186187430?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8555461290186187430/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=8555461290186187430' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/8555461290186187430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/8555461290186187430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/05/am-mai-terminat-un-rahat.html' title='Am mai terminat un rahat…'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/Sfv1zIln_CI/AAAAAAAAAGI/2Rp7HPbg8K8/s72-c/eu+batausa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678738583613641458.post-4721256834048059381</id><published>2009-04-13T08:41:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T18:22:08.976+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tristetea e un adevarat blestem, si nu cred ca exista oameni mai profund tristi decat viciosii, ceasuri mai deprimate decat ceasurile viciurile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 100%; "&gt;Uitarea este vântul ce împrăştie scrumul vieţii mele…parcă mi se termina viaţa intr-un fum…parcă mi se scurgea durerea printr-o răsuflare…&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324053394780537874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SeLWWsEbRBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ZJbNfXGS7-s/s400/dontSmoke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;simţeam cum cerul a rămas fără stele, oceanul fără apă, pământul fără aer, soarele fără raze..parcă luna se înnegrise odată cu ochii mei, mai trag un fum şi parcă-mi ajunge-n vene în loc să-mi ajungă in piept...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324054471737238402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SeLXVYC6Y4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Vgxrx42v6cw/s400/weq.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;parcă puterea mea era din ce în ce mai scăzută când împrăştiam fumul pe pernă…parcă sunetele ce le auzeam cu greu,făceau parte dintr-un ecou, sau poate că e acea muzică ce încearcă să mă liniştească…&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324055244898101090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SeLYCYS052I/AAAAAAAAAEg/dbB76N8s2Hk/s400/2309136797_931b491a47.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;pentru mine muzica e cel mai bun medicament pe care-l pot înghiţi cu uşurinţă când sunt bolnavă de suferinţă…iar tutunul e antidotul lacrimilor…mai trag un fum să eliberez gândurile murdare din mintea mea…&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324055557741474146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SeLYUluf8WI/AAAAAAAAAEo/kVAW9pi0Wgo/s400/623320479_cee114a716.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;am rămas singură între zâmbete şi poze…am lăsat valul să se spargă în capul meu…am lăsat cutremurul să-mi distruga frica…am lăsat iubirea să-mi prezinte suferinţa…nu mă voi întoarce la cei care mi-au întors spatele la greu, nu mai renunţ la mine pentru altcineva, nu mai las nimic să mă distrugă, prefer să mă sting singură, să fiu o ţigară neatinsă…&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324055999320119810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 389px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SeLYuSvDWgI/AAAAAAAAAEw/afh84u37HK4/s400/fire-safe-cigarettes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mai trag un fum şi încalec pe şaua puterii şi voi călători pe drumul uitării…&lt;br /&gt;Stau în colţul meu şi simt mirosul de ţigară, simt absenţa iubirii şi dispariţia încrederii, însă puterea a pus stăpânire pe colţul meu…&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324056411058346418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SeLZGQlGGbI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ia_wUvku_H4/s400/bccvbcv.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gata!Mai trag un ultim fum că deja îmi frig degetele…n-o să stau toată viaţa în pat să plâng după ceva ce nu merită, îmi ajung 5 minute să-mi fumez durerea şi să-mi savurez puterea în mirosul tutunului, ca să uit de ce a fost, şi să visez la ce voi fi…&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324057116645035474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SeLZvVGEjdI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Gt9aIQgUF3A/s400/popp.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mă privesc în oglindă, parcă chipul îmi fusese invadat de o mare neagră, ochii într-un întuneric infinit, buzele îmi erau precum un lac secat, parcă mi se scursese viaţa printr-o privire, dar totul o să se schimbe...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324057360111102738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SeLZ9gE56xI/AAAAAAAAAFI/u6uCwXrWD7E/s400/smoking-girl-vincent-weathermon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;căci acum eu am început o nouă etapă a vieţii mele…fără să mă mai tulbure nimic…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/678738583613641458-4721256834048059381?l=nasty-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4721256834048059381/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=678738583613641458&amp;postID=4721256834048059381' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/4721256834048059381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678738583613641458/posts/default/4721256834048059381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nasty-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/04/tristetea-e-un-adevarat-blestem-si-nu.html' title='Tristetea e un adevarat blestem, si nu cred ca exista oameni mai profund tristi decat viciosii, ceasuri mai deprimate decat ceasurile viciurile.'/><author><name>Ioana Enache</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117694185811036034847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u-lZDVz7Lu4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAApU/qu0SU82ek78/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p1yVacOAQGs/SeLWWsEbRBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ZJbNfXGS7-s/s72-c/dontSmoke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
