<?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-1630117896444827346</id><updated>2011-07-29T12:25:58.812+03:00</updated><category term='mereu cu tine'/><category term='nu e nimic abstract aici'/><category term='Prima^.^'/><category term='este inca aici'/><title type='text'>Afro .</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630117896444827346/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>madda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09300022422799093168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/S51Oz43gBkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ndW4rFMv1rE/S220/SDC111211.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630117896444827346.post-5444372422668551385</id><published>2010-03-21T03:04:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T03:16:12.595+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TE IUBESC !&lt;br /&gt;Ce pula mea nu intelegi?&lt;br /&gt;De cel putin un an de zile ma chinui sa te fac sa vezi asta.Sa te fac sa intelegi odata ca atunci cand m`am daruit tie,aveam sufletul curat.Nu am facut`o fiindca simteam cu disperare ca trebuie sa o fac,ci fiindca era vorba de tine,de noi.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eu cred ca m`ai iubit atunci?&lt;br /&gt;Stiu,nu cred.Plangeai,greseam si ma cautai.Te culcai cu altele fiindca nu aveai asta de la mine.Nu  stiam,am aflat abia acum.Timp de un an si jumatate am crezut orbeste in tine,A.Si cu toate astea,cred ca ma iubeai.Mie nu mi`ai cerut nimic,mie nu mi`ai zis nici da`te mai incolo.&lt;br /&gt;Acum ma ai,iti apartin intr`u totul.Si nu mai ai nevoie...Cand nu m`a aveai,ma doreai,iar acum ca ma ai,nu mai ai nevoie de mine.&lt;br /&gt;Vezi bine ca te iubesc ,idiotule...Vezi bine ca imi bat capu`,imi imbolnavesc toate organele...pentru ce?pentru un strop de atentie.&lt;br /&gt;Zici ca acum ma iubesti,dar acum o luna jumate cand te`ai futut cu tarfa aia nu ma iubeai.Acum ,intr`o luna si jumatate s`a produs minunea.Bang,te`a lovit : Bai frate,o iubesc pe Madalina.&lt;br /&gt;Hai nu mai zi` .Vreau sa te cred...tu stii cata nevoie am ?&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa ma mai intreb daca ma iubesti,vreau sa stiu cu certitudine.&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa am incredere...vreau sa depinzi de mine asa cum eu depind de tine.&lt;br /&gt;Iubeste`ma odata ,da`r`ar dracii !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630117896444827346-5444372422668551385?l=maddamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/feeds/5444372422668551385/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/2010/03/te-iubesc-ce-pula-mea-nu-intelegi-de.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630117896444827346/posts/default/5444372422668551385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630117896444827346/posts/default/5444372422668551385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/2010/03/te-iubesc-ce-pula-mea-nu-intelegi-de.html' title=''/><author><name>madda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09300022422799093168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/S51Oz43gBkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ndW4rFMv1rE/S220/SDC111211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630117896444827346.post-6285632763072062769</id><published>2010-03-03T03:04:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T03:19:41.562+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Credeam ca te cunosc.&lt;br /&gt;Credeam ca in 2 ani si jumatate am reusit sa ma fac una cu fiinta ta.&lt;br /&gt;Credeam ca stiu ce gandesti,cum gandesti si cat gandesti.&lt;br /&gt;Credeam ca am invatat amandoi ce inseamna iubirea.&lt;br /&gt;Credeam ca pot sa am incredere in tine.&lt;br /&gt;Credeam ca iti pasa.&lt;br /&gt;Credeam ca te doare sufletul cand ma vezi plangand.&lt;br /&gt;Credeam ca relatia noastra e diferita.&lt;br /&gt;Credeam ca eu sunt diferita pentru tine.&lt;br /&gt;Credeam ca ma apreciezi,in felul tau.&lt;br /&gt;Credeam ca ma vrei tot timpul.&lt;br /&gt;Credeam ca stii ca pentru mine esti vital.&lt;br /&gt;Credeam ca stii ca ma topesc atunci cand ma atingi.&lt;br /&gt;Credeam ca stii ca atunci cand te vad,ma fac una cu pamantul.&lt;br /&gt;Credeam ca stii cum mi se opreste respiratia si cum mi se goleste mintea cand ma saruti.&lt;br /&gt;Credeam ca stii cat imi vei lipsi.&lt;br /&gt;Credeam ca stii ca am nevoie de tine in fiecare moment al vietii mele.&lt;br /&gt;Credeam ca stii ca singurul moment in care fiecare celula din corpul meu rade,este atunci cand te am in preajma.&lt;br /&gt;Credeam ca stii ca pentru tine as da roata pamantului de zeci de mii de ori.&lt;br /&gt;Credeam ca stii nu trece un ceas fara sa ma gandesc la noi.&lt;br /&gt;Credeam ca stii ca nu am uitat zilele de 26 si 19.&lt;br /&gt;Credeam ca stii ca nu am uitat mirosul cearceafului.&lt;br /&gt;Credeam ca stii ca sunt ametita de Full Spead`ul tau,iubitule.&lt;br /&gt;Credeam ca stii ca ti`as compune poezii si ca ti`as canta balade.&lt;br /&gt;Credeam ca stii ca imi aduc aminte perfect fiecare scancet de durere,fiecare lacrima de fericire si fiecare sarut apasat.&lt;br /&gt;Credeam ca stii ca pentru mine nu vei fi un simplu "El",ci acel unic si inolvidabil "El".&lt;br /&gt;Credeam ca stii ca nu regret nimic.&lt;br /&gt;Credeam ca stii ca vei fi intotdeuna pe primul loc.&lt;br /&gt;Credeam ca stii ca te ador.&lt;br /&gt;Credeam ca stii ca VREAU sa stii toate astea...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630117896444827346-6285632763072062769?l=maddamo.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/S51Oz43gBkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ndW4rFMv1rE/S220/SDC111211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630117896444827346.post-2276482679846235382</id><published>2009-07-03T01:19:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T01:44:15.754+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Sa va spun drept,nu stiu ce sa mai postez...asa ca m'am hotarat sa va recomand niste filme.In ultimul timp am vazut extrem de multe...&lt;br /&gt;Asadar,o sa incep...enjoy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Twilight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lio6Y_XA5Ko&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lio6Y_XA5Ko&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_XaN-S2JZSA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_XaN-S2JZSA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4ElUBr6-GLU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4ElUBr6-GLU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sassy girl-remake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o3ZFC45_jTw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o3ZFC45_jTw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sassy girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ShM7loVTFlM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rwXe5eKZr6M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rwXe5eKZr6M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The haunting of Molly Hartley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EPzwNOKbNR4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EPzwNOKbNR4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3GNxdc-wlw4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3GNxdc-wlw4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suburban girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9pVgqAwdp1s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9pVgqAwdp1s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room no.1408&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qiD5MHA5F1s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qiD5MHA5F1s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to lose a guy in 10 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DmnriqEpZkA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DmnriqEpZkA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" 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allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The butterfly effect 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xsk5ag7PGxA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xsk5ag7PGxA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/1630117896444827346-2276482679846235382?l=maddamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/feeds/2276482679846235382/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/2009/07/sa-va-spun-dreptnu-stiu-ce-sa-mai.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630117896444827346/posts/default/2276482679846235382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630117896444827346/posts/default/2276482679846235382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/2009/07/sa-va-spun-dreptnu-stiu-ce-sa-mai.html' title='Movies.'/><author><name>madda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09300022422799093168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/S51Oz43gBkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ndW4rFMv1rE/S220/SDC111211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630117896444827346.post-2239080612675275391</id><published>2009-06-30T14:11:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T14:35:00.215+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;R.I.P. Michael Jackson ... atat am de zis.Nu vreau sa fiu ipocrita,ca multi altii.Pana acum nu am ascultat M.J. ,doar am apreciat faptul ca a revolutionat muzica si ca e o valoare.Si imi pare rau ca a murit.&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie sa spun ca televiziunea si ziarele imi fac scarba acum... "S-a stins regele" .Pana acum nu il scoteau din pedofil si acum ziarele scriu ca s'a stins regele.Sau ma uit prin lista de messenger si pe hi5 ...si vad status'uri "R.I.P. MJ :(( " .Cati din voi ascultati MJ inainte sa moara ?Cati erati fani MJ ?&lt;br /&gt;Atunci de unde atata ipocrizie acum?&lt;br /&gt;Lumea in care traim chiar imi face greata uneori .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si totusi,pacat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Melodiile mele preferate cantate de Michael Jackson sunt acestea...melodii care nu erau in topu' melodiilor cel mai mult ascultate...dar pe care le'am ascultat de cateva ori si mi'au placut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_fHoDWc22B0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_fHoDWc22B0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" 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title=''/><author><name>madda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09300022422799093168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/S51Oz43gBkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ndW4rFMv1rE/S220/SDC111211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630117896444827346.post-7632150184776506593</id><published>2009-06-29T11:14:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T12:03:09.019+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Neatza` ...abia m'am trezit si mi'am dat seama ca nu am mai scris de ceva timp pe blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Sa va mai povestesc un pic asa,deci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Sambata am iesit.A fost prima data cand a iesit prietena mea Catalina si chiar am vrut sa se distreze.Imi pare nespus de rau daca i'am stricat seara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Jumatate din seara mi'am petrecut'o stand de vorba cu Iulia,fosta lui prietena.Splendid.Cum s'a intamplat?Am iesit cu fetele pana afara si el a ramas cu baietii in discoteca.Cand m'am intors,A. nicaieri.Primul impuls a fost sa ma uit de ea,mai ales ca el se uita tot timpul in directia in care era Iulia.Nu era nici ea.Prima data m'am gandit ca sunt eu paranoica si disperata...daca am vazut ca tot nu apare,am iesit.Am mers spre baie,apoi l'am auzit pe el...si nu stiam de unde.Era undeva mai in spate...vorbea cu ea.M'am dus acolo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Vorbeau despre ceva...nu referitor la relatia lor,dar pana la urma s'a ajuns si la discutia asta.Am ramas acolo pana cand a plecat ea.Eram destul de suparata pe el...si am zis ca daca tot e si ea acolo sa dam cartile pe fata,si m'am dus si am chemat'o iar afara.Cat am vorbit noi 2,el nu a stat langa noi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Doamne,am aflat atatea lucruri...atat eu,cat si ea.Omu' asta minte intr'un hal...si eu sunt atat de proasta incat l'am iertat si acum.Pur si simplu nu vreau sa ma vad fara el acum.Nu vreau sa ma lase singura iar.Mi'a zis ca se simte foarte vinovat si ca ii pare rau...ca ma iubeste,ca vrea sa fie ceva serios si sa se schimbe.Bineinteles ca nu cred nimic din ce imi spune.Vreau,dar nu mai am puterea sa il cred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Am inteles ca a fost 3 luni cu ea si ca s'a atasat de ea in 3 luni.Ii inteleg prea multe nu stiu cum pot si de ce nu ii e de ajuns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Daca tine la ea,de ce mai e cu mine acum?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Ea nu e deloc asa cum credeam eu ca e.Am judecat'o complet gresit.E o fata extraodinara si merita ceva mai bun decat sa sufere pentru el.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630117896444827346-7632150184776506593?l=maddamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/feeds/7632150184776506593/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/2009/06/neatza.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630117896444827346/posts/default/7632150184776506593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630117896444827346/posts/default/7632150184776506593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/2009/06/neatza.html' title=''/><author><name>madda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09300022422799093168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/S51Oz43gBkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ndW4rFMv1rE/S220/SDC111211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630117896444827346.post-5353537764753414111</id><published>2009-06-18T21:48:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:19:07.991+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Simt nevoia sa scriu.Si de data asta nu inspiratia ma indeamna.Pur si simplu nevoia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;1. am terminat &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Zori de zi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...a fost ultima carte si sunt oarecum in doliu acum.Am trait cu ei...Acum voi putea doar sa retraiesc,recitind.Atat.O sa tanjesc dupa noi aventuri si o sa imi creez singura scenarii cred :]].Ii iubesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;2.Am vorbit acum cu el si sunt plina de nervi,si de sentimentul care ma defineste : frustrarea.Sunt o frustrata.Nu ne'am vazut deloc saptamana asta pentru ca e prea ocupat sa isi faca nujtu` ce renovari in camera.Dimineata scoala,apoi munca,apoi acasa iar munca.Nu are timp sa ne intalnim.e prea obosit cand termina si il inteleg,dar frustrarea si furia asta tot nu dispar.Si a mai pus si paie pe foc spunand ca ne vedem duminica si apoi peste inca o saptamana .Ma oftica de simt ca innebunesc.Cum sa il vad doar o data in 2 saptamani?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Am ajuns la concluzia ca sunt...ciudata.Atat de ciudata incat nici eu nu ma inteleg.Am nevoie de dealer aici,acum.Am nevoie de el.Fara el,imi lipseste orice gram de curaj in ceea ce priveste relatia noastra si ma apuca tot felu' de frici tampite.Inca sper ca sunt un om normal si ca nu m'am piedut in atatea povesti cu vampiri,cu al6lea simt,in atatea comedii si filme de groaza.Pentru ca asa mi'am umplut saptamana[si ultimul timp].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Aaa,aseara vorbeam de calitati si defecte.Il intrebam ce calitati am eu...el imi spunea ca nici una,ca defapt sunt plina de defecte.Ma rog,sunt glumele noastre.Mai mult sau mai putin glume :]].A spus ca asa cum eu nu ii vad nici o calitate,nici el nu imi vede mie.M'am gandit putin si i'am spus ca eu cred ca el are calitati si i'am spus primul lucru care mi'a venit in minte : indiferent de cat de tare ma enerveaza ,in cateva minute,[sunt inca trista uneori,dar]calma,fara isterie.Ma calmeaza.M'a intrebat daca asta e o calitate,iar eu i'am dat un raspuns afirmativ plin de convingere.Ma asteptam sa imi spuna ca totusi mi'a gasit o calitate ascunsa,dar a continuat sa spune ca nu am asa ceva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Am ras si l'am facut nesuferit.Mi'am amintit ca mai devreme imi spusese ca ma iubeste.Acum partea cea mai frumoasa :D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu : Atunci tu ce iubesti la mine ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;El : Nu stiu ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu : Pai daca sunt lipsita de calitati si atat de...defecta ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;El :Pai nu stiu...iti iubesc defectele...felul tau de a fi ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Eu nu am reusit decat sa scot un stupid "cat de frumos a sunaaat ! " .Chiar a sunat frumos.Pana atunci avusese grija sa imi spuna ca sunt prea complicata si ca o sa am mult de pierdut din cauza caracterului meu.Acum mi'a spus ca iubeste felul meu de a fi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Sper sa ne vedem totusi mai des.E prea mult sa il vad doar o data in 2 saptamani.Prea,prea mult...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630117896444827346-5353537764753414111?l=maddamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/feeds/5353537764753414111/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/2009/06/simt-nevoia-sa-scriu.html#comment-form' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630117896444827346/posts/default/5353537764753414111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630117896444827346/posts/default/5353537764753414111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/2009/06/simt-nevoia-sa-scriu.html' title=''/><author><name>madda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09300022422799093168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/S51Oz43gBkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ndW4rFMv1rE/S220/SDC111211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630117896444827346.post-3859480757783023423</id><published>2009-06-17T21:20:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T14:16:25.721+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Na ca odata cu revenirea lui,nu mai am inspiratie .Nu am mai scris pe blog de ceva timp...nu prea am avut ce.Si totusi,iata'mi degetele calcand tastatura.Sa povestesc deci :D.&lt;br /&gt;Pai,incep cu a spune ca e placut in vacanta.Oarecum.De 2 zile nu am iesit din casa;am inceput sa citesc &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zori de zi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; si pur si simplu nu ma indur sa las cartea din mana.Am terminat cu bine clasa a9a.Am inceput cu ce a fost mai simplu,si anume scoala :]].Desi ar trebui,nu asta ma intereseaza in exclusivitate.Sunt hormonii cei care nu ma lasa deloc in pace:]].Ma fac sa plang,sa rad,sa rosesc,sa tip.Ma domina.Nenorocitii de hormoni...bine,pe de o parte e normal.Cred...&lt;br /&gt;El.E bine.Suntem bine :]].Ne certam din prostii,ne imbratisam si ne trece.Doare uneori sa fiu eu si din nou cu el.Nu stiu de ce,dar doare.Imi e extrem de frica si nu pot scapa de teama asta...nu pot.Motivele?Vai,daca as incepe sa le enumar...&lt;br /&gt;Oricum,important e ca acum suntem bine.Se poarta frumos,desi uneori se enerveaza si vorbeste prea...normal :D.Imi zice ca ma iubeste,dar nu il cred.Niciodata nu voi mai avea increderea aia in el.Poate candva voi avea pur si simplu incredere,insa niciodata ca atunci.Poate exista atasament,dar in nici un caz dragoste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Sambata seara ne'am certat ceva mai rau.I'au dat lacrimile.Nu mi'am dat seama daca a fost regizata partea aia,pentru ca inca nu stiu daca intr'adevar are talent actoricesc.Ori joaca foarte bine,ori e sincer.Nu stiu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Acum nu ne'am vazut de duminica,si e posibil sa ne vedem abia sambata.E greu,fiindca pana acum ne'am vazut in fiecare zi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Va mai scriu cand va fi ceva interesant :D !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Multumesc ca ma cititi !&lt;br /&gt;Uneori am nevoie de cineva din afara...&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/1630117896444827346-3859480757783023423?l=maddamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/feeds/3859480757783023423/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/2009/06/na-ca-odata-cu-revenirea-luinu-mai-am.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630117896444827346/posts/default/3859480757783023423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630117896444827346/posts/default/3859480757783023423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/2009/06/na-ca-odata-cu-revenirea-luinu-mai-am.html' title=''/><author><name>madda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09300022422799093168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/S51Oz43gBkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ndW4rFMv1rE/S220/SDC111211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630117896444827346.post-7652329619693173938</id><published>2009-06-09T00:37:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T01:02:49.816+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In ultimul timp am postat clipuri dupa youtube...si am de gand sa fac asta mai des...de cate ori gasesc ceva ce imi place.Astazi,uitandu'ma,nu stiu cum am dat de urmatorul clip...imi pare rau daca unii dintre voi au prejudecati,dar din punctul meu de vedere,nu prejudecatile sunt importante aici,ci talentul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bFXSgBWchnc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bFXSgBWchnc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ce pot sa spun?Bravo Naomi ! Felicitarile mele ! Ai demonstrat ca poti canta foarte bine live,ca poti purta o discutie in contradictoriu cu Bahmuteanca[care m'a dezamagit total odata cu cearta pe care a avut'o cu Naomi],ca poti suporta faptul ca multi din jurul tau sunt neoameni.Spre deosebire de altii,esti om.Si plus de asta ai o voce buna...mult mai buna ca a Innei,fata care face senzatie cu melodiile ei,dar care nu e in stare sa tina un show live sau ca alte pipite din showbiz'ul romanesc !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xZfJXZ6j3O0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xZfJXZ6j3O0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-ultimul-timp-am-postat-clipuri-dupa.html' title=''/><author><name>madda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09300022422799093168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/S51Oz43gBkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ndW4rFMv1rE/S220/SDC111211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630117896444827346.post-4252795615637623731</id><published>2009-06-08T13:05:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T13:06:42.134+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W-av2qVhkyM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W-av2qVhkyM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630117896444827346-4252795615637623731?l=maddamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/feeds/4252795615637623731/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630117896444827346/posts/default/4252795615637623731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630117896444827346/posts/default/4252795615637623731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>madda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09300022422799093168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/S51Oz43gBkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ndW4rFMv1rE/S220/SDC111211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630117896444827346.post-625906909141919608</id><published>2009-06-08T11:37:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T12:23:18.012+03:00</updated><title type='text'>masca ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Am zis ca termin?Chiar aveam de gand...dar el nu.M'a sunat intr'o seara saptamana trecuta sa ma roage sa ii scot ceva la imprimanta.Pe moment nu am gandit si am spus "ok",apoi mi'am dat seama ca trebuia sa ii spun ca nu am tus,ca sa nu mai fiu nevoita sa il vad.Am iesit.Nu aveam de gand sa stau,doar sa ii dau foile si sa plec,dar inevitabil am ajuns la aceeasi discutie.A spus multe lucruri care m'au deranjat si am vrut sa plec de 2x,dar m'a oprit.Chiar as fi plecat....daca nu imi prindea mana,nu ma opreau cuvintele.Si am vorbit...a spus ca isi retrage conditia.A zis ca ma port urat...defapt ma purtam exact cum se poarta el cu mine.Radeam la orice chestie serioasa pe care o zicea si il ignoram...nu i'a convenit.S'a terminat seara asta...cand a plecat m'a intrebat daca mai vorbim si i'am spus ca daca lucrurile merg dupa regulile mele,mai vorbim,daca nu,nu cred.Si a zambit si a spus "vorbim".Asta insemna ca preluasem comanda :]]?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Am vorbit si zilele urmatoare.Ne impacasem.A fost bine pana a facut o criza fiindca i'am spus eu ca m'a sunat Catalin,un baiat cu care fusesem in clasa a7a,adica ' cu ceva ani in urma...stia ca ma mai suna din cand in cand;am ramas buni prieteni de atunci.Nu stiu ce rost avea sa se enerveze asa...in sfarsit.Am zis eu din nou ca mai bine terminam...i'am spus noapte buna si a inchis.Nu aveam de gand sa il caut.Nu avea nici un rost.Peste vreo ora jumate primesc sms :"vad cat tii la relatia asta.ce crezi ca rezolvi daca te porti asa?" .Cum ma purtam?Exact ca el-rece si indiferent.S'a ajuns la alta discutie si la concluzia ca trebuia sa vorbim serios fata in fata,nu prin telefon.Prin telefon mereu ajungeam la cearta.De atunci suntem impreuna si e totul perfect.Nu ma asteptam sa fie asa...nu am fost niciodata mai apropiati si nu ne'am inteles niciodata mai bine.Eu cred ca e prea frumos ca sa dureze...ar fi bine sa nu fie asa.Imi e teama sa nu se intample din nou la fel ca prima data,sa ajung sa imi dau seama ca joaca teatru.Inca sper...tot timpu' am sperat pana acum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630117896444827346-625906909141919608?l=maddamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/feeds/625906909141919608/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/2009/06/masca.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630117896444827346/posts/default/625906909141919608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630117896444827346/posts/default/625906909141919608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/2009/06/masca.html' title='masca ?'/><author><name>madda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09300022422799093168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/S51Oz43gBkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ndW4rFMv1rE/S220/SDC111211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630117896444827346.post-4207999504194164980</id><published>2009-06-03T16:41:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T16:42:28.614+03:00</updated><title type='text'>pentru tine,fat-frumos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cU5dYGPynqE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cU5dYGPynqE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/S51Oz43gBkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ndW4rFMv1rE/S220/SDC111211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630117896444827346.post-721402082875924516</id><published>2009-06-03T14:00:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T16:31:12.666+03:00</updated><title type='text'>playlist.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/SiZamG21IZI/AAAAAAAAAMU/2Vo-TvPaFxE/s1600-h/006C0506LL~People-Dancing-at-a-Nightclub-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343057618643788178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/SiZamG21IZI/AAAAAAAAAMU/2Vo-TvPaFxE/s320/006C0506LL~People-Dancing-at-a-Nightclub-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Celia-Povestea mea&lt;br /&gt;Tiziano Ferro ft Kelly Rowland-Breathe gentle&lt;br /&gt;Lili Sandu-Leelee&lt;br /&gt;Lili Sandu-Aproape de tine&lt;br /&gt;Lili Sandu-Never more&lt;br /&gt;Zale-Girl&lt;br /&gt;Voltaj-Vara trecuta&lt;br /&gt;Voltaj-1+1&lt;br /&gt;Xandria-Eversleeping&lt;br /&gt;Pussycat Dolls-Hush hush&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Swift-Love story&lt;br /&gt;Avril Lavigne-I will be&lt;br /&gt;Fine Frenzy-Almost lover&lt;br /&gt;Leona Lewis-Run&lt;br /&gt;Laura Pausini-It's not goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Hi-Q-Lose you&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/1630117896444827346-721402082875924516?l=maddamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/feeds/721402082875924516/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/2009/06/playlist.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630117896444827346/posts/default/721402082875924516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630117896444827346/posts/default/721402082875924516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/2009/06/playlist.html' title='playlist.'/><author><name>madda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09300022422799093168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/S51Oz43gBkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ndW4rFMv1rE/S220/SDC111211.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/SiZamG21IZI/AAAAAAAAAMU/2Vo-TvPaFxE/s72-c/006C0506LL~People-Dancing-at-a-Nightclub-Posters%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630117896444827346.post-7756157665512635549</id><published>2009-06-01T21:08:00.009+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:56:30.561+03:00</updated><title type='text'>cel mai dulce dar :x</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/SiQiCrzSXII/AAAAAAAAAME/3YUICb3ekLI/s1600-h/child-laughing%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342432487481171074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/SiQiCrzSXII/AAAAAAAAAME/3YUICb3ekLI/s320/child-laughing%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Cel mai frumos vis e copilaria...cea mai pura &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;perioada...sentimentul ca lumea iti apartine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Copilaria este momentul la care am vrea sa ne intoarceam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;atunci cand apar greutatile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Cand esti copil,nimic nu e prea greu.Lumea ta este vrajita&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;de Feti Frumosi,de printese,de Tom si Jerry si Mikey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mouse...personaje care iti umplu viata de culoare si sufletul&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;de bucurie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Deoarece trecerea timpului este ireversibila,golul din inima&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;noastra niciodata nu va fi umplut...continua sa fii copil in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;felul tau,indiferent de varsta,de probleme si de gradul de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;maturitate.Bucura'te din nimic,zambeste absent,iubeste&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;fluturii si plimba'te cu bicicleta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;La multi ani copilas!Esti singurul care conteaza :x&lt;/span&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/1630117896444827346-7756157665512635549?l=maddamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/feeds/7756157665512635549/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-bday-little-angel.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630117896444827346/posts/default/7756157665512635549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630117896444827346/posts/default/7756157665512635549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-bday-little-angel.html' title='cel mai dulce dar :x'/><author><name>madda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09300022422799093168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/S51Oz43gBkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ndW4rFMv1rE/S220/SDC111211.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/SiQiCrzSXII/AAAAAAAAAME/3YUICb3ekLI/s72-c/child-laughing%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630117896444827346.post-8388369657242859994</id><published>2009-05-27T23:07:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T23:49:18.282+03:00</updated><title type='text'>dute dracu odata.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;NU mai suport.Nu il mai suport.E a3a oara cand pun punct si imbecilul se intoarce iar.Si totul e la fel,ca si cum nu as fi zis vreodata"inceteaza!".Ii era dor[asta mi'a spus cand l'am intrebat "de ce?"]...sa ma chinuie.Nu vreau sa cred ca e atat de nenorocit si ca se hraneste practic cu nefericirea mea.Mereu cand gasesc puterea de a trece mai departe imi mai da o lovitura si o iau de la capat.&lt;br /&gt;Sincera sa fiu,nu stiu ce simt in momentul asta pentru el.Ori e doar ambitia mea proasteasca,ori tin atat de mult la el incat sa ma las calcata in picioare.Si refuz sa cred ca proastia mea e asa mare si ca ii accept atatea doar din ambitia de a fi cu el.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Nu stiu cum,dar trec eu peste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630117896444827346-8388369657242859994?l=maddamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/feeds/8388369657242859994/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/2009/05/nu-mai-suport.html#comment-form' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630117896444827346/posts/default/8388369657242859994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630117896444827346/posts/default/8388369657242859994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/2009/05/nu-mai-suport.html' title='dute dracu odata.'/><author><name>madda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09300022422799093168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/S51Oz43gBkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ndW4rFMv1rE/S220/SDC111211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630117896444827346.post-5230466242933864002</id><published>2009-05-21T22:04:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:49:08.442+03:00</updated><title type='text'>10.59</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;De cate ori nu ai spus ca ai vrea sa poti da timpul inapoi sau ca atunci trebuia sa procedezi altfel?Am ajuns la concluzia ca pentru mine timpul este cel mai mare impediment.Urasc timpul si faptul ca trece.Urasc tot ce are legatura cu el...de la riduri si schimbari pana la ceasul din perete.Ma seaca faptul ca e singurul cu care nimeni nu poate lupta.Pana si cancerul se vindeca...pana si lumina soarelui este oprita...insa timpul nu.De ce?Mi se intampla foarte des sa imi pun aceasta intrebare...sau sa cred,in nebunia mea,ca exista o metoda nedescoperita de a ne juca 'cu timpul.E lumea mea.Poate ca incep sa innebunesc.Poate...insa cati nu se gandesc la asta?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Am facut multe greseli,iar asta ar fi singurul mod in care le'as putea sterge.Sunt multe lucruri si persoane de care imi e dor,iar asta este singurul mod in care le'as avea din nou.Si nu pot totusi,din cauza nenorocitului de timp.Si ma enerveaza teribil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340597302758599490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 415px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/Sh2c839V60I/AAAAAAAAAL8/ZS76MHr2rFY/s320/timpul%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&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/1630117896444827346-5230466242933864002?l=maddamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/feeds/5230466242933864002/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/2009/05/1059.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630117896444827346/posts/default/5230466242933864002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630117896444827346/posts/default/5230466242933864002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/2009/05/1059.html' title='10.59'/><author><name>madda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09300022422799093168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/S51Oz43gBkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ndW4rFMv1rE/S220/SDC111211.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/Sh2c839V60I/AAAAAAAAAL8/ZS76MHr2rFY/s72-c/timpul%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630117896444827346.post-2577584197871181387</id><published>2009-05-19T23:48:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T09:10:39.150+03:00</updated><title type='text'>punct si de la capat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/ShMledezEcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/atM1BJtuIJQ/s1600-h/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337651188604277186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/ShMledezEcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/atM1BJtuIJQ/s400/cats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Cred ca e un nou inceput.Eu si momentul in care nu vreau sa mai imi pese.Evident ca nu se sterge tot dintr'o data,doar ca m'am saturat sa trec dintr'un dezastru in altul.Am rani deschise,dar si speranta ca vor trece in curand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Orgoliu under construction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Chiar asa :]].Am inceput sa ma regasesc.Simt ca sunt din nou eu,simt ca respir si ca am pamant sub picioare.O trezire cam dura la realitate,ce'i drept.O zguduire puternica...sunt momente in care ma intreb daca intr'adevar sunt o persoana sanatoasa psihic.La 16 ani ai mei,stiu multe despre viata...am trecut prin multe.Scoala,familie,baieti.3 cuvinte si totusi 1:scoala vietii.Gimnaziu inca.Pentru altii nu inseamna nimic,dar pentru mine e paharul la jumate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Intotdeauna am fost dramatica,pentru ca da,imi place drama,insa am avut si acea doza de realism.Realism pierdut la un moment dat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Nu stiu ce as mai putea spune.Imi pare bine ca am gasit puterea de a trece mai departe.Mi'am dat seama ca omul din greseli invata si ca nimic nu conteaza mai mult decat prietenii.Am trecut prin momente dificile,momente de criza pot spune din care nu as fi iesit daca nu as fi avut acea mana intinsa...in cazul meu acele maini.8 maini intinse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Denni,Cata,Vio si Vero.Va iubesc!Fara voi nu as fi putut trece mai departe.Fara voi nimic nu ar fi la fel acum.Daca vreodata am vrut mai mult,soarta mi'a dat peste nas aratandu'mi ca defapt am tot.Va am pe voi.Sunt acolo la orice ora din zi si din noapte,indiferent daca aproape sau departe.Sunt acolo neconditionat.Va multumesc enorm ca ma acceptati asa cum sunt,ca ma lasati sa tip cand am nervi,ca ma lasati sa imi cer scuze apoi,ca ma luati in brate cand am nevoie,ca ma faceti sa rad,ca ma faceti sa uit de probleme,ca ma faceti sa cred ca timpul sta in loc,ca imi suportati aiurelile,ca ma lasati sa fiu eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Am prieteni si nu am nevoie de nimic altceva.Pentru ca nimic nu le poate egala valoarea.&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/1630117896444827346-2577584197871181387?l=maddamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/feeds/2577584197871181387/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/2009/05/punct-si-de-la-capat.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630117896444827346/posts/default/2577584197871181387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630117896444827346/posts/default/2577584197871181387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/2009/05/punct-si-de-la-capat.html' title='punct si de la capat'/><author><name>madda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09300022422799093168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/S51Oz43gBkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ndW4rFMv1rE/S220/SDC111211.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/ShMledezEcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/atM1BJtuIJQ/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630117896444827346.post-1584685882766897880</id><published>2009-05-10T18:43:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T09:18:45.333+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Zero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/Sgb26cKyNYI/AAAAAAAAALE/b-xBJHw5WD0/s1600-h/SDC10143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334222292521203074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/Sgb26cKyNYI/AAAAAAAAALE/b-xBJHw5WD0/s320/SDC10143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Toti  ma critica,pentru ca nu ma privesc in ochi cand povestesc si nu vad cioburile din interiorul meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Nu imi pasa.&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/1630117896444827346-1584685882766897880?l=maddamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/feeds/1584685882766897880/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/2009/05/zero.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630117896444827346/posts/default/1584685882766897880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630117896444827346/posts/default/1584685882766897880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/2009/05/zero.html' title='Zero'/><author><name>madda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09300022422799093168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/S51Oz43gBkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ndW4rFMv1rE/S220/SDC111211.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/Sgb26cKyNYI/AAAAAAAAALE/b-xBJHw5WD0/s72-c/SDC10143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630117896444827346.post-7343237281656182782</id><published>2009-04-28T22:36:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T09:10:17.547+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Traim in Romania si asta ne ocupa tot timpul.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Eh,ce sa fac...p'aci:D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sunt carcotasa,rea poate...aroganta.Dar cand vad cata prostie zace in tara asta.Bai,am 16 ani.Nu ma cred nici prea mare,nici prea matura,desi viata mi'a aratat ca la varsta asta poti avea destul de multa experienta cat sa faci lucruri gandite,dar si destule lucruri unde prostia varstei de 16 ani e enorma.Asadar,cred ca am invatat cu ce "se mananca" viata.Stiu multe despre asta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Cum spuneam...tara noastra a atins un grad ridicat de mediocritate.Nu stiu de ce exista U.E.Ce'i aia?Pentru ce?Concentreaza prostia si ii face o incoronare de 12 stelute.Splendid.Ce asteptari putem avea de la tara noastra cand am intrat in tampenia asta de uniune?Nu eram destul de praf si asa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Vad in viata de zi cu zi ce inseamna sa traiesti in Romania.Am inteles ca viata nu e ca la TV sau ca in ziare,ca nu toate fetele gen Monica Columbeanu isi gasesc un Iri care sa le scoata din anonimat si saracie.Stiu ca sunt crima peste tot,nu numai la noi.Stiu ca exista inca minti libere si oameni inteligenti si aici.Stiu.Dar totusi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;De exemplu...ma uitam pe hi5 acum cateva minute,cand mi'a venit ideea post'ului asta...Si vad un comm sub o poza pe care era scris "bisecs"[,asta e link'ul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hi5.com/friend/photos/displayPhotoUser.do?photoId=3636428625&amp;amp;albumId=322408955&amp;amp;ownerId=140120677#3636428625_140120677_322408955_0"&gt;http://www.hi5.com/friend/photos/displayPhotoUser.do?photoId=3636428625&amp;amp;albumId=322408955&amp;amp;ownerId=140120677#3636428625_140120677_322408955_0&lt;/a&gt; ].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Comm'ul ala suna astfel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="xlink_blue" href="http://www.hi5.com/friend/p192489572--anna%20bannana--html"&gt;anna bannana&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;spune:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si eu. bisecs:"&gt; :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Ok pana aici,sa zicem.Ii dau adaugare...si vad :O.Bai,tipa are 13 ani.Si zice ca e bisexuala:.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;In general la 13 ani ai primul sarut.Cel putin asa a fost in cazul meu.Bine,primul tau sarut a fost cu o cea mai buna prietena.Inteleg si asta.Dar tu la 13 ani te cunosti atat de bine incat sa zici ca esti bisexuala?Esti tu sigura ca nu esti gay sau hetero?Nu dom'ne,tu esti bi :.La 16 ani ce faci,filme porno?Daca tu la 13 esti bi.God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Continui sa ma uit...dau de o anume "ΙNSOMNIΣ" .Nu a fost nimic.Din nou,adaugare.Avea defapt "ΙNSOMNIΣ se excita".din curiozitate,ma uit la descrierea ei,sperand sa dau de anul nasterii sau ceva de genu',si gasesc : "Paula.14 ani am buletin bwaa (cu totu ca cateodata imi vine sa zic 13 din obisnuinta) ".Oauuuu,are buletin:.Si se excita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Foarte frumos.Internetu' asta te poarta unde nici nu visezi sa ajungi.Nu ai cosmaruri atat de aprige.Ma mai uit si pe youtube din cand in cand si mai dau de cate o Nikita,Simona Sensual,Sexy Braileanca.Stupoare,sunt tot romance.Si stau si ma minunez.Eram chiar mandra de locul in care traiesc pana la un moment dat,insa acum nu pot sa cred unde s'a ajuns.Am 16 ani,da.La 13 ani eu aveam primul sarut si incadram pe coli de hartie "M+M" in inimioare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Sunt intru totul de acord cu gandirea deschisa,libera.Nu am prejudecati fata de oamenii cu alta orientare sexuala.Nu am nimic cu hi5'ul,doar am cont pe hi5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Dar,din punctul meu de vedere,tindem sa exageram si sa cadem intr'o decadere crunta cu totii.Ca tara si ca uniune europeana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630117896444827346-7343237281656182782?l=maddamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/S51Oz43gBkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ndW4rFMv1rE/S220/SDC111211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630117896444827346.post-2453310654593811590</id><published>2009-04-15T20:47:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T09:15:00.457+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa 2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Ia cartea cea mai aproape de tine,deschide la pagina 18, si găseşte rândul 4:&lt;br /&gt;"...timp,am continuat eu pe un ton glumet;stiam ca nu va avea nevoie..."&lt;br /&gt;2) Intide-ti braţul stâng pe spate cât de mult poţi. Ce atingi?&lt;br /&gt;Spatarul scaunului.&lt;br /&gt;3) Care a fost ultima emisiune pe care ai văzut-o la TV?&lt;br /&gt;Dan Diaconescu in direct [=))]&lt;br /&gt;4) Fără să te uiţi la ceas, spune ce oră este?&lt;br /&gt;20.15&lt;br /&gt;5) Acum uită-te la ceas, ce oră e?&lt;br /&gt;20.25&lt;br /&gt;6) Când ai făcut ultimul pas afara? Ce făceai?&lt;br /&gt;Am fost sa il vad pe Riky,unul din cateii pe care I’am dat .&lt;br /&gt;7) Înainte să incepi chestionarul acesta, ce ai făcut?&lt;br /&gt;Ma uitam pe alte bloguri .&lt;br /&gt;8) Ce porţi acum?&lt;br /&gt;Pantaloni de trening albi şi o bluza alb cu mov .&lt;br /&gt;9) Ai visat noaptea trecută?&lt;br /&gt;Probabil..da nu`mi amintesc .&lt;br /&gt;10) Când ai râs ultima dată?&lt;br /&gt;Azi .&lt;br /&gt;11) Ce e pe pereţii camerei în care te afli?&lt;br /&gt;Sunt 3 tablouri,o icoana si un ceas .&lt;br /&gt;12) Care e ultimul film pe care l-ai văzut?&lt;br /&gt;Suburban girl .&lt;br /&gt;13) Dacă ai deveni multi-milionar peste noapte ce ai face banii?&lt;br /&gt;Mi’as cumpara muuuuuuulte haine si alte chestii pe care mi le mai doresc acum[8-&gt;],un apartament,as “aranja”casa asta[:D],as dona si as pune de-o'parte.&lt;br /&gt;14) La ce te gândeşti acum?&lt;br /&gt;Ma intreb daca ma va suna el in seara asta.&lt;br /&gt;15) Dacă ţi-ai putea pune o dorinţă, şi ştii că se va îndeplini care ar fi aceea?&lt;br /&gt;Sa am puterea sa dau timpul inapoi oricand vreau.&lt;br /&gt;16) Imaginează-ţi că primul tău copil este o fată, cum ai vrea să o cheme?&lt;br /&gt;Silvia Sophia&lt;br /&gt;17) Imaginează-ţi că primul tău copil va fi un băiat, cum ai vrea să îl cheme?&lt;br /&gt;Andrei Edward&lt;br /&gt;18) Gata,asta a fost tot.Mai vrei?&lt;br /&gt;Da[:p]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630117896444827346-2453310654593811590?l=maddamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/feeds/2453310654593811590/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/2009/04/leapsa-2.html#comment-form' title='10 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630117896444827346/posts/default/2453310654593811590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630117896444827346/posts/default/2453310654593811590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/2009/04/leapsa-2.html' title='Leapsa 2.'/><author><name>madda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09300022422799093168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/S51Oz43gBkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ndW4rFMv1rE/S220/SDC111211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630117896444827346.post-6606889222155780983</id><published>2009-04-11T01:23:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T09:15:16.839+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa.1:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/Sd_Hs7cKh9I/AAAAAAAAAJs/YJwDg54REt8/s1600-h/sunset-80u1brjN%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323192859259209682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/Sd_Hs7cKh9I/AAAAAAAAAJs/YJwDg54REt8/s200/sunset-80u1brjN%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Stii tu care este...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Ziua cea mai frumoasa? -cand sunt fericita si nimic nu ma intristeaza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Cel mai mare obstacol? -ea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Cea mai mare greseala? -orgoliul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Radacina tuturor relelor? -nehotararea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Distractia cea mai placuta? -cu prietenii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Cea mai mare infrangere? -uitarea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Cei mai buni profesori? -oricine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Prima necesitate? -speranta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Ceea ce te face cel mai fericit? -implinirea dorintelor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Cel mai mare mister? -viata..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Persoana cea mai periculoasa? -tu insuti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Cel mai rau sentiment? -dezamagirea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Cel mai bun cadou? -dragostea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Lucrul cel mai de valoare? -increderea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Calea cea mai rapida? -visarea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Sentimentul cel mai placut? -impacarea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;O protectie efectiva? -indiferenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Cel mai bun remediu? -iertarea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Forta cea mai puternica? -amintirea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Persoanele cele mai necesare? - parintii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Lucrul cel mai placut dintre toate? -zambetul necunoscutilor carora le’ai intins mana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&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/1630117896444827346-6606889222155780983?l=maddamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/feeds/6606889222155780983/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/2009/04/leapsa1d.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630117896444827346/posts/default/6606889222155780983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630117896444827346/posts/default/6606889222155780983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/2009/04/leapsa1d.html' title='Leapsa.1:D'/><author><name>madda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09300022422799093168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/S51Oz43gBkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ndW4rFMv1rE/S220/SDC111211.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/Sd_Hs7cKh9I/AAAAAAAAAJs/YJwDg54REt8/s72-c/sunset-80u1brjN%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630117896444827346.post-5971112596976967490</id><published>2009-04-10T10:35:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T00:17:40.623+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Asta clar e un moment de curaj nebun:)).</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/Sd7-FjTOnpI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ysfgGjSWNgk/s1600-h/happy%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322971180927196818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/Sd7-FjTOnpI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ysfgGjSWNgk/s320/happy%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Doamnee.Ma uit in jos la posturile mele:.Cat de sentimentala sunt...si incerc sa ma inteleg.Am descris ce simt eu acum in multe cuvinte si metafore.Asta e tot...si parca totusi...Am ajuns sa ma consum asa fara rost.Imi place sa cred ca e o perioada si ca va trece..ca toti trecem prin ce trec eu acum.Toti dramatizeaza si multi sunt ajutati de figuri de stil...nu numai eu.Toti avem perioade d'astea.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Aaa,si sa mai spun ceva ce sigur nu am dat de inteles pana acum.Nu sunt genul de persoana care isi plange toata ziua de mila.Sunt o persoana energica,rad mult si am prieteni care imi suporta toate toanele si care ma sustin.In general sunt vesela...am si momente proaste...un 'moment'a durat vreo 3 luni...3 luni nu am iesit din casa si am regretat si am suferit si...a fost greu.Acum sunt hotarata sa ma fac sa cred macar ca ma simt mai bine.Primavara ma binedispune...si sper sa revin din nou eu.Un 'eu' independent.Fara sa depind de el,fara sa depind de nimeni.Acum simt ca m'am prostit de tot si uneori nici eu nu ma suport.Si oricum,depresia ma apuca seara,cand vin de la scoala si raman singura.Nu suport sa fiu singura.Ma sperie singuratatea si linistea...si momentele in care scriu pe blog sunt exact alea in care sunt singura si trista.De aceea totul suna atat de...sentimental si siropos.Nu pot sa mai sufar pentru el.Nu vreau sa ma pierd de tot.El e cu ea si habar nu are de suferinta mea.Si daca ar avea nu i'ar pasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Gata.De acum incerc sa dramatizez mai putin.De uitat nu il uit curand,dar sunt sigura ca o sa imi treaca candva si o sa citesc si probabil o sa zic"ce patetica eram..."&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/1630117896444827346-5971112596976967490?l=maddamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/feeds/5971112596976967490/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/2009/04/doamnee.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630117896444827346/posts/default/5971112596976967490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630117896444827346/posts/default/5971112596976967490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/2009/04/doamnee.html' title='Asta clar e un moment de curaj nebun:)).'/><author><name>madda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09300022422799093168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/S51Oz43gBkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ndW4rFMv1rE/S220/SDC111211.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/Sd7-FjTOnpI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ysfgGjSWNgk/s72-c/happy%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630117896444827346.post-1998167719856145679</id><published>2009-04-10T01:03:00.010+03:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T02:55:29.806+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma hranesc cu vise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Nimicul in care inot isi largeste albia...simt cum se fac valuri si valuri si cum ma scufund.Ma amestec in marea lui de smoala.Totul e negru si negrul e adanc.Fara fund defapt.Ma tem,insa abia acum dau dovada de optimism.Un optimism infect intr'o situatie infecta.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Pentru ce?Pentru ca in momentul asta creierul meu nu mai functioneaza cum trebuie...moliile au facut ravagii cu timpul si simt ca panza care imi proteja cat de cat iluziile e deja ciopartita.Si ma pierd...si tu nu esti sa imi intinzi mana si sa ma scoti la suprafata.Lasi vidul sa ma rapeasca.Mintea deja este acolo si nu face fata.Inima este cu tine...si toata fiinta mea defapt.Fizicul inca lupta,chiar daca e practic gol:fara minte si viata.Salveaza'mi fizicul.La o adica,pentru tine doar asta conteaza.Poate asa imi dai si inima inapoi si scapi de o povara.E grea?Pentru ca sentimentele mele cantaresc mult...Pana acum ai avut rezistenta si forta necesara...doar sa le sustii,nu si sa le apreciezi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Chiar atat de putin valorez?Vreau sa pot sa ies de aici.Sa renasc ca phoenix'ul si sa nu ramana nici un pic din cenusa vietii din urma.Sa uit tot si sa o iau de la capat.Sa fiu un alt 'eu'.Unul imbunatatit.Un 'eu'din viitor,experimentat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Si totusi,daca as uita as fi atat de...goala.Unde ar mai fi clipa in care m'ai luat prima data de mana...sau clipa in care m'ai facut pentru prima data  a ta?Sunt bucuriile mele.Bucurii pe care nu incetez sa le retraiesc.Sunt cele mai frumoase secvente ale filmului regizat de noi.Tu esti cel mai bun actor,iar eu...sunt de figuratie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Ajuta'ma sa ma eliberez si te voi invata sa iubesti.Sa ma iubesti pe mine,si sa fim doar2.Fara intrusi.Fara paraziti.Noi intr'o lume perfecta construita de mine.O lume in care existam si acum si in care suntem fericiti.O lume reala si transparenta totusi:lumea din visul meu.Un vis de un anotimp,care tinde sa se intinda si sa depaseasca limita pe care mi'am impus'o.Nu e numai un vis de scurta durata,e singurul moment in care te simt cu mine.Si de multe ori imi doresc sa raman acolo...sa nu ma mai trezesc,iar faptul ca nu pot,doare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Poate ti'am cerut prea mult...stiu ca toate vin cu timpul,insa nu mai pot astepta in intuneric...te rog,intinde'mi mana...&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/1630117896444827346-1998167719856145679?l=maddamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/feeds/1998167719856145679/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/2009/04/nmic-mai-mult.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630117896444827346/posts/default/1998167719856145679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630117896444827346/posts/default/1998167719856145679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/2009/04/nmic-mai-mult.html' title='Ma hranesc cu vise'/><author><name>madda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09300022422799093168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/S51Oz43gBkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ndW4rFMv1rE/S220/SDC111211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630117896444827346.post-8820781022332520251</id><published>2009-04-07T09:10:00.009+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:03:59.886+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Din nou el.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Din nou...din nou am inceput sa imi fac sperante.Din nou am inceput cu ultimatumuri.Jur ca nu mai pot.Nu e vorba doar de el,e vorba de toata viata mea,toate imaginile pe care le vad trecandu'mi prin fata ochilor...vad cate greseli am facut si cate inca fac.Vreau sa le indrept si deja simt ca e tarziu.Am inchis o usa pe care acum nu pot sa o deschid si lucrul asta e extrem de frustrant.As vrea sa am sansa sa o iau de la capat si sa fac totul bine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As vrea sa ii fi explicat...sa nu il fi lasat sa plece atunci...daca as fi facut asta,ea nu mai era in lumea mea acum.Fata asta e hotarata sa ma scoata din joc.Ok,recunosc,sunt paranoica,foarte paranoica.Ma obsedeaza gandul ca o cheama ca pe mine,ca are breton si ca din cand in cand isi indreapta parul.Ma obsedeaza gandul ca vremea mea a trecut si ca acum nu pot decat sa privesc din umbra cum ea fura tot ce era al meu si ca are tot ce puteam eu sa am.O urasc desi ea probabil nu stie de existenta mea.Nu o urasc pentru ca ar fi o persoana rea sau...o urasc pentru simplu' fapt ca exista.Sunt constienta ca daca nu era ea,era alta.Oricum as fi urat'o pe oricare ar fi fost.Din pacate pentru mine,nu fac economie de sentimente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Imi e asa dor de el...e singurul care conteaza in momentul asta.Nu pot trece mai departe,nu pot.Si acum imi e foarte frica sa nu intru iar in perioada din care abia am iesit.Am facut tot ce am putut sa ma ierte.Si m'ar fi iertat daca ea nu era la mijloc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ma simt atat de goala pe din'nauntru incat nu vreau decat sa...sa se intoarca;nu sa dispara mai mult de atat.Nu pot indura mai mult.Deja e disparut.Doar amintirea mea il mentine in viata.Si visele care nu mai contenesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Seara de seara,in somn si cu ochii deschisi.Numele,parfumul,culorile...tot ce mi'ar putea aduce aminte de el asa cum era cand era langa mine.Un timp scurt si nepretuit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E atat de perfect.Atat de spontan,mereu tipa si rade...si sare si glumeste...si te face sa te simti bine.Nu ai cum sa nu il placi.Pentru mine nu exista unul mai bun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ne despart cativa kilometri buni.Dar as pleca pe jos daca as sti ca ma va tine in brate cand voi ajunge.Si ca nu imi va da drumul pentru ea sau pentru altcineva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ce pot sa mai spun?am umplut si pagina asta de dramatisme...asa sunt de cand il cunosc:dramatica.Si as vrea sa ma schimb,desi imi place sa fiu asa...adica ma obisnuisem cu suferinta si aproape era bine.Acum o simt exact ca atunci;atat de vie ca acum 3 luni.Chiar nu merit toate astea.El e fericit...si stiu ca nefericirea lui nu m'ar face fericita...stiu si ca faptul ca e fericit cu ea ma termina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Azi sper sa il vad.Macar atat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript" src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/annettee/f801be090a6451"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript"&gt;show_f801be090a6451(448, 46);&lt;/script&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ayo-down on my knees&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630117896444827346-8820781022332520251?l=maddamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/feeds/8820781022332520251/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/2009/04/din-nou-el.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630117896444827346/posts/default/8820781022332520251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630117896444827346/posts/default/8820781022332520251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/2009/04/din-nou-el.html' title='Din nou el.'/><author><name>madda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09300022422799093168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/S51Oz43gBkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ndW4rFMv1rE/S220/SDC111211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630117896444827346.post-8018653859748884245</id><published>2009-03-27T01:42:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T11:12:37.336+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/ScwUTIx3HuI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FmKGiHhCl2I/s1600-h/missingyou%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317647579024400098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/ScwUTIx3HuI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FmKGiHhCl2I/s200/missingyou%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Nu stiu sa pastrez nimic:(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/ScwT3g0bXpI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ItB2t0rm6YE/s1600-h/missingyou%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Si as fi vrut sa nu ma trezesc din vis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Si nu'l iubesc...doar ca nu ma mai simt eu daca nu sufar pentru el.Si nu sunt nici sado'masochista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Si nici nu exagerez.Si imi e rusine chiar si de mine ca imi plang de mila asa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;M'am pierdut:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&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/1630117896444827346-8018653859748884245?l=maddamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/feeds/8018653859748884245/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/2009/03/nu-stiu-sa-pastrez-nimic-si-as-fi-vrut.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630117896444827346/posts/default/8018653859748884245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630117896444827346/posts/default/8018653859748884245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/2009/03/nu-stiu-sa-pastrez-nimic-si-as-fi-vrut.html' title='Lost.'/><author><name>madda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09300022422799093168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/S51Oz43gBkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ndW4rFMv1rE/S220/SDC111211.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/ScwUTIx3HuI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FmKGiHhCl2I/s72-c/missingyou%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630117896444827346.post-2688184357400128928</id><published>2009-03-25T23:10:00.018+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:06:52.512+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mereu cu tine'/><title type='text'>Poveste.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/Scq_mg432yI/AAAAAAAAAG0/CmV636u4A6w/s1600-h/53%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317272978448702242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/Scq_mg432yI/AAAAAAAAAG0/CmV636u4A6w/s320/53%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ochii ei negri inlacrimati priveau speriati in jur.Spera sa intalneasca pe cineva cunoscut,dar era inconjurata de straini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Striga si nimeni nu parea ca o aude.Plangea,dar oamenii treceau pe langa ea fara ca macar sa o priveasca.Se simtea atat de singura...atat de parasita.Si avea atata nevoie sa planga pe umarul cuiva.Acolo era imposibil sa gaseasca ajutor asa ca fugi desculta pe cimentul rece si ud si se indrepta spre padure.Linistea din padure,desi o innebunea,era mult mai suportabila decat indiferenta din oras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Ajunse,cu picioarele'i sangerande langa lac.Vantul batea usor si ii ravasea parul blond.Privea in gol,trista...amintirile o rascoleau si viata din ea pierea putin cate putin.Gandul ca e singura pe lume o topea.Il pierduse pe el...pierduse tot.Ramasese singura,intr'un loc necunoscut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Lacrimile ii curgeau siroaie pe obrajii albi ca varul.Singurul lucru pe care il mai avea era o poza.Viata ei transpusa pe o bucata de carton...nu o lasase o clipa jos din mana.Degetele ei subtiri si palide o mangaiau cu blandete...chipul lui...ce nu ar fi dat sa il poata atinge...ce nu ar fi dat sa ii vada zambetul din nou...dintii lui albi si buzele pline si catifelate...ce nu ar fi dat sa le poata saruta inca o data.Dar stia ca e imposibil ca visul ei sa devina realitate si el sa se intoarca.O parasise pt totdeauna fara voia lui.Nici macar nu a apucat sa isi ia ramas'bun.Si ii era atat de dor...Isi aducea aminte fiecare fior pe care il simtea cand o saruta,fiecare tremur de emotie zarindu'l,fiecare gand si fiecare sentiment frumos pe care i'l trezea.Ar fi ucis pt el,ar fi facut totul.Nu conta nici Iadul,nimic.Nimic nu o putea opri.Iad era atunci cand nu era langa el.Se iubeau.Era o dragoste inocenta,sincera,ce nu cunostea limite sau obstacole.Era totul frumos si linistit.Pana cand viata o nedreptati,rapindu'l.I fu furat sufletul si bucuria de trai.De ce tocmai el?De ce nu a putut face nimic sa il salveze?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Acum se afla in locul unde pentru prima data s'au sarutat:lacul.O lacrima de amaraciune pica in apa cristalina si printre vibratii i se oglindi chipul sfasiat de durere.Lacrimile erau abundente si ii abureau privirea.Cand in ceata vazu chipul ingerului sau se sterse repede la ochi.Intoarse capul si se uita in spate.Doar fosnetul copacilor in bataia vantului.Apoi privi iarasi in apa.Zari acelasi chip dulce,zambind.Nu ii venea sa creada.Oare murise si ajunsese in Rai?Se intoarse din nou si il striga aproape isteric,cazand in genunchi si implorandu'l sa nu o lase din nou singura si sa se arate.Privi agonizand padurea.Liniste.Din nou se apleca pe marginea lacului.El era inca acolo.Atinse apa,dar vazand ca degetele ei firave produc vibratii si distrug imaginea lui,isi trase repede mana.Plangea si il implora sa ii vorbeasca.El doar statea acolo si o privea.Stia ca e o nebunie,dar ii placea sa creada ca nebunia ei e reala.Si sentimentul era atat de puternic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Lacul era destul de adanc.Se gandea ca doar imbratisand moartea il va putea revedea.Asa ca,inconstienta,intra in apa si se indeparta din ce in ce mai mult de mal.Rochia ei neagra,de doliu,din matase se lipea de corpul subtire si slabit.Acum ca era atat de aproape de moarte si de el,pe fata i se asternuse un zambet triumfator.Imaginea lui reaparuse langa ea,implorand'o parca sa se salveze.De data asta,ea nici macar nu intoarse capul.Pe chipul ei angelic se vedeau calmul si fericirea.Stia ca va muri si asta o facea fericita.Urma sa &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;fie alaturi de el...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript" src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/dorkishor/d3b939eb432e5c"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript"&gt;show_d3b939eb432e5c(448, 46);&lt;/script&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blank and jones-fallen&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1630117896444827346-2688184357400128928?l=maddamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/feeds/2688184357400128928/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/2009/03/mereu-cu-tine.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630117896444827346/posts/default/2688184357400128928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630117896444827346/posts/default/2688184357400128928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/2009/03/mereu-cu-tine.html' title='Poveste.'/><author><name>madda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09300022422799093168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/S51Oz43gBkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ndW4rFMv1rE/S220/SDC111211.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/Scq_mg432yI/AAAAAAAAAG0/CmV636u4A6w/s72-c/53%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630117896444827346.post-6025490823714875691</id><published>2009-03-22T20:08:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T10:09:18.536+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='este inca aici'/><title type='text'>El-Chiar a fost.Si eu inca sunt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tot ce scriu acum este o perfecta aberatie.Poate exagerez si poate dramatizez.Poate ca nu am dreptul sa simt asta.Dar regret.Ce regret?Ca exista o persoana care a tinut la mine.Mult.Si care in ciuda multor greseli[ale mele]inca tine.Si regreta.Ce regreta?Acum e frumos...regreta ca m'a sunat in ziua in care m'a vazut cu I. in oras...si m'a intrebat cu cine sunt.Si eu i'am spus ca nu pot sa vb.Si am inchis.Apoi i'am spus ca nu vreau sa incerc sa ii explic.De ce?Pt ca eram frustrata ca ii pierdusem pe amandoi.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Si acum cand aud ca el regreta toate astea si ca ii lipsesc...ma simt ultimul om.As fi vrut sa fi uitat si sa simta aceeasi frustrare pe care o simteam eu atunci.Sa fie suparat si constient ca nu merit o vorba buna din partea lui.Si nu e...El o intreaba pe Violeta"ce face madutza?"...cum poate?Cum dupa ce i'am facut atatea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;E foarte urat din partea mea sa spun ca totusi si eu tin la el...dar tin.Chiar tin.Nu suficient de mult incat sa ma schimb si sa fiu asa cum trebuie sa fiu pt el.Nu atat de mult incat sa il pot lasa pe I. la o parte si totul de altfel.Tin atat cat sa imi dau seama ca inainte de toate mi'a fost cel mai bun prieten...atat de mult incat nu vreau sa regrete ca nu mai suntem impreuna.Tin la el suficient sa nu pot indura sa il vad macar putin suferind pt mine.Nu merit nimic din toate astea.Vreau sa uite.Deja au trecut 3luni.Si el nu a uitat...&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/1630117896444827346-6025490823714875691?l=maddamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/feeds/6025490823714875691/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/2009/03/el-chiar-fostsi-eu-inca-sunt.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630117896444827346/posts/default/6025490823714875691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630117896444827346/posts/default/6025490823714875691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/2009/03/el-chiar-fostsi-eu-inca-sunt.html' title='El-Chiar a fost.Si eu inca sunt.'/><author><name>madda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09300022422799093168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/S51Oz43gBkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ndW4rFMv1rE/S220/SDC111211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630117896444827346.post-4920844740837390978</id><published>2009-03-20T00:06:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T21:52:18.049+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nu e nimic abstract aici'/><title type='text'>Calatorie in copilarie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/Sca6WhvWP4I/AAAAAAAAAGc/3ZAbirvA-Q8/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316141306334297986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/Sca6WhvWP4I/AAAAAAAAAGc/3ZAbirvA-Q8/s320/scan0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;As vrea sa imi pot da seama ce pot sa fac cu mine,cu gandurile astea care'mi bantuie fara autorizatie capul si mi'l fac mai greu decat o bila de plumb.Unele exista pur si simplu iar pe altele le creez eu.Nu'mi place,dar nu e zi sa nu o fac.Doar amintirile pastreaza echilibrul.&lt;br /&gt;Amintiri de cand eram copil...si acum sunt,dar viata a reusit sa imi fure totusi din infantilitate si din inocenta aia cu care copii privesc lumea...Din naivitate,din jocurile cu papusi si din povestile cu Feti Frumosi...Timpul nu sta in loc.Sunt mandra de primaverile pe care le numar,insa nici nu stiu cum am ajuns aici.Parca ieri ma alergau gastile cand adunam flori de musetel,parca ieri plangeam ca am cazut cu bicicleta,parca ieri eram mandra de un calificativ...Astazi,ieri'ul a ramas o amintire placuta.Mult mai placuta decat ce traiesc acum.Acum privesc totul altfel...nu mai e ca atunci;nu ma mai bucur uitandu'ma la nori si nu mai ma joc de'a mama si copilul cu bebe...Acum cerul e innorat si bebe are gatul rupt,fiind doar o jucarie prafuita intr'un pod.&lt;br /&gt;Iar eu sunt tot aici...si mi'as dori sa ma joc de'a ratele si vanatorii,sa tropai desculta intr'o balta facuta de ploaie,sa ma plimb cu bicicleta de dimineata pana seara,sa nu am alta grija decat calficativele mai mici de B,sa il tin in brate pe bebe pana adoarme,sa fac placinte de nisip...sa fiu iar un copil care nu stie ce inseamna prima dragoste din liceu,dupa care plangi luni intregi,sa nu stiu ce inseamna sa fii tradat,sa nu stiu ce inseamna moartea.Sa fiu doar un copil care alearga,cade,plange,se ridica...acelasi copil care eram cu ani in urma.&lt;br /&gt;Timpul nu se intoarce,dar asta nu inseamna ca eu nu ma pot intoarce in timp.&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/1630117896444827346-4920844740837390978?l=maddamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/S51Oz43gBkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ndW4rFMv1rE/S220/SDC111211.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/Sca6WhvWP4I/AAAAAAAAAGc/3ZAbirvA-Q8/s72-c/scan0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1630117896444827346.post-939078175621458634</id><published>2009-03-19T09:24:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:38:45.787+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Inca ceva.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;E &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dimineata&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ma&lt;/span&gt; doare capul.Teribil.Mi se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;abureste&lt;/span&gt; vederea &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; nu pot sa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;imi&lt;/span&gt; dau seama ce am de data asta.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Senisibilitatea&lt;/span&gt; mea &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;depaseste&lt;/span&gt; orice limita &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; nu'mi place.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Diseara&lt;/span&gt; o sa fac &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;blogul&lt;/span&gt; asta cum trebuie.Artistic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;asa&lt;/span&gt; mai departe.Acum trebuie sa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;pregatesc&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;pt&lt;/span&gt; o alta zi la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;scoala&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Innebunesc&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;maa&lt;/span&gt;.Poate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;il&lt;/span&gt; vad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;totusi&lt;/span&gt;...Nu l'am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;vazut&lt;/span&gt; de luni.E prea mult &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; nu mai suport.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Diseara&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/1630117896444827346-939078175621458634?l=maddamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/feeds/939078175621458634/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maddamo.blogspot.com/2009/03/inca-ceva.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630117896444827346/posts/default/939078175621458634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1630117896444827346/posts/default/939078175621458634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Deci...ce ar trebui sa contina un blog?Buna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wSd6i4mw9fk/ScF8JyVFoqI/AAAAAAAAADY/bPtt5XaTe2s/s1600-h/ColoredSmoke%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;intrebare.Eu o sa scriu ce'mi trece prin cap...fara un model anume.Asadar...ce'mi trece acum prin cap...multe.Ce sa fac in continuare...cu mine.Ce'mi doresc?Nu imi e clar...adica eu stiu ce imi doresc si tot degeaba.Niciodata viata mea nu a fost mai complicata ca acum.Am trecut cat de cat de depresie,dar simt cum ma afund in alta,care nu are decat putina legatura cu prima.M'am schimbat,lucru care s'a intamplat fara voia mea.Mie imi placea cum eram...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Adevarul e ca acum tot ce vreau e sa fiu cum eram la inceputul anului scoalar:cat de cat cu nasu'n carti,cu gandul la George,desi nu ma baga in seama,vesela...nu ca acum;tot timpul irascibila,delasatoare,fara pic de ambitie.Nu ma mai suport.Nu mai suport sa fiu asa.Cum spunea Vero,deja nu mai e o perioada trecatoare,cum am mai avut,si care nu dura mai mult de 3sapt...acum deja a implinit 3luni perioada asta proasta a mea.3luni.Si deja nu mai e perioada,e schimbare.Sincera sa fiu,ma sperie...Stiu ca sunt paranoica,dar asta e adevarul.Ma sperie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Este 00.49.Ar trebui sa ma duc sa dorm.Si asta fac.Promit sa scriu curand;poate o sa am mai multa inspiratie si poate nu mai plictisesc pe nimeni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Noapte buna!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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