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Dar o sa ma limitez la lucrurile importante. Iti doresc in primul rand sa fii sanatoasa si sa ai mai multa grija de tine. Nu vrem sa iei vitamine si calmante toata viata, da? Sa iti dea Doamne-Doamne noroc cu carul... sa intri la medicina [prima sa fii!], sa ai parte de 6 ani plini de distractie, dar in care sa inveti multe lucruri ce te vor ajuta in cariera. Sa te iubeasca baiatul ala al tau din toata inimioara lui si sa te respecte o viata intreaga. Si mai presus de toate, sa iti dea Dumnezeu mereu un zambet. Sa iti dea puterea sa treci peste toate, ca vei intalni multe rele in drum si vei avea nevoie sa stii cum sa treci peste ele. Dar mereu sa o faci cu zambetul pe buze. Pentru ca asa iti sta bine si asa meriti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iti multumesc ca ma asculti, ca imi esti prietena, ca ne-am respectat mereu intimitatea si ca mereu ai fost acolo cand am avut nevoie!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panci:&lt;br /&gt;"Panci mic, dragalas si naiv, sa iti dea Doamne-Doamne multa minte sa nu te mai increzi in toti oamenii, un strop de noroc sa intri la facultate si multa, multaaa fericire, pentru ca o meriti. Esti o persoana extraordinara! Cred ca esti singura persoana din viata mea cu care nu m-am certat nici macar o data si asta e clar datorita tie. :) Sa ramai la fel de optimista ca acum, sa iti pastrezi pofta de viata si la fel ca pana acum...sa nu asculti ce zice lumea. Din partea mea, tot respectul, toata admiratia, toata prietenia...si jos palaria pentru o persoana de nota 10!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andreea:&lt;br /&gt;"Andreea, noi suntem colege de 8 ani. Nu conteaza ca nu mai esti la B, pentru mine mereu vei fi colega mea de suflet. Esti o persoana minunata! Ti-o spun cu toata sinceritatea din lume. Esti una din putinele persoane pentru care am tot respectul din lume si careia ii urez tot ce e mai sfant pe lumea asta! Esti foarte spirituala si atenta la detalii, iar asta face din tine o persoana speciala. Poti fi sportiva, dar si eleganta. Feminina, dar totusi hotarata. Cand ma gandesc la tine, imi vine in cap fraza "Act like a woman. Think like a man". Asa sa faci toata viata! Sa fii sigura ca meriti tot ce e mai bun. Si sa dea Doamne-Doamne sa ne intalnim la DIICOT [ :)) ] sa discutam niste legi si sa pedepsim niste infractori."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raluci:&lt;br /&gt;"Tu emani veselie. Si sper sa faci asta si peste ani si ani. Tie [desi o sa ma injuri] iti doresc stabilitate. In ganduri si sentimente. Sa stii ce alegi in viata si sa nu regreti. Esti o persoana dependenta de iubire si prietenie si o stii. Dar ai grija de tine si alege-ti foarte bine oamenii care sa te cunoasca, sa nu te raneasca. Sper sa ai mult noroc si sa nu iti pierzi zambetul de-a lungul anilor. Ar fi tare pacat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bibi:&lt;br /&gt;"Hotaraste-te odata, femeie! Numai asta imi vine in cap cand ma gandesc la tine. Fii sigura pe gandurile si actiunile tale. Si nu mai pune atata suflet in tot ceea ce faci. D-aia suferi foarte des si d-aia esti dezamagita. Fii sigura pe tine si gandeste-te bine cui vrei sa ii arati sufletul tau. Sa fii mereu la fel de "feshion", dar sa nu te bazezi doar pe aspectul tau. Nu uita ca ai un suflet mare, care valoreaza mai mult decat orice aparenta."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va urma!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5506166862613147885-6350741528392709856?l=drop-of-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Last phone call - V., acum 5 minute&lt;br /&gt;3. Last text message → Ioana, ieri&lt;br /&gt;4. Last song you listened to → Nu-mi aduc aminte. Era pe Kiss.&lt;br /&gt;5. Last time you cried→ acum vreo luna cred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;6. Dated someone twice - Da&lt;br /&gt;7. Been cheated on? - Da&lt;br /&gt;8. Kissed someone? - Da&lt;br /&gt;9. Lost someone special? - Da :(&lt;br /&gt;10. Been depressed? - Am avut perioade si perioade... nu mi-am taiat venele, dar nici nult nu mai aveam&lt;br /&gt;11. Been drunk and threw up? - Am fost...ametita :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. You'll never - pilotez un avion&lt;br /&gt;13. You'll never EVER - injectez droguri :)) &lt;br /&gt;13. Why? - Ma sperie ideea. &lt;br /&gt;14. You're biggest dream - Visul meu il traiesc chiar acum!&lt;br /&gt;15. A big dream know you'll never achieve - sa escaladez Kilimanjaro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;16. Made new friends - Da&lt;br /&gt;17. Fallen out of love - Da&lt;br /&gt;18. Laughed until you cried - Si de cate ori...&lt;br /&gt;19. Met someone who changed you - Fiecare persoana importanta din viata mea m-a schimbat intr-un procent mai mic sau mai mare&lt;br /&gt;20. Found out who your true friends were - Friends? Ce e aia? :) Poate cunostinte.&lt;br /&gt;21. Found out someone was talking about you - Mda.&lt;br /&gt;22. Kissed anyone on your facebook friend's list - Dap. &lt;br /&gt;23. How many people on your facebook friends list do you know in real life - mai mult de 80%&lt;br /&gt;24. Any Kids? - Nu inca.&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you have any pets? - Dap. Leo. &lt;br /&gt;26. Do you want to change your name? - Nu. Doar cand o sa ma marit :)) Daca nu cumva vrea el numele meu.&lt;br /&gt;27. What did you do for your last birthday? - Pai, tinand cont ca a fost majoratul...am facut o groaza de lucruri!&lt;br /&gt;28. What time did you wake up today? → 8:30&lt;br /&gt;29. What were you doing at midnight last night → dormeam.&lt;br /&gt;30. Name something you cannot wait for - Admiterea. :)) &lt;br /&gt;31. Last time you saw your father- Acum 10 minute.&lt;br /&gt;32. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life - As vrea sa nu mai dorm atat.&lt;br /&gt;33. What are you listening to right now - televizorul :|&lt;br /&gt;34. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom - Parca nu...&lt;br /&gt;35. What's getting on your nerves right now? - temele. toateee teancurile astea.&lt;br /&gt;36. Most visited webpage - Clar facebook.&lt;br /&gt;37. What's your name - Claudia&lt;br /&gt;38. Nicknames - Cloverina, Clove, Clov.&lt;br /&gt;39. Relationship Status - In a relationship&lt;br /&gt;40. Zodiac - Taur&lt;br /&gt;41. Male or female or transgendered - Female !!!! =))&lt;br /&gt;42. Favourite brand - Reebok.&lt;br /&gt;43. Country you'd like to go: Egipt.&lt;br /&gt;44. Where you'd like to live? - Rio de Janeiro/Manta Rota.&lt;br /&gt;45. Hair colour → Satena. Colorata. Habar nu am. &lt;br /&gt;46. Long/medium/short → Long.&lt;br /&gt;47. Height → 1.70&lt;br /&gt;48. Do you have a crush on someone? → Yes, of course :)&lt;br /&gt;49: What do you like about yourself? → Modul in care pot sa zambesc cand mi-e frica.&lt;br /&gt;50. Piercings → Doar ce a avut grija mama...&lt;br /&gt;51. Tattoos → Not...yet&lt;br /&gt;52. Rightly or lefty → Rightly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;br /&gt;53. First surgery → Nu am avut placerea :)) &lt;br /&gt;54. First piercing → Urechi. si singurele&lt;br /&gt;55. First best friends → Ioana&lt;br /&gt;56. First sport you joined - Volei.&lt;br /&gt;57. First pet - Toto :( &lt;br /&gt;58. First vacation - daca nu punem Romania, Austria a fost prima vacanta.&lt;br /&gt;59. First concert - Chiar nu-mi amintesc. &lt;br /&gt;60. First crush - pe la gradi, de un baiat Gabriel parca...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;61. Eating - ciocolata.&lt;br /&gt;62. Drinking - apa.&lt;br /&gt;63. Already missing - sleeping :)) &lt;br /&gt;64. I'm about to - take a break from school&lt;br /&gt;65. Listening to - kiss fm&lt;br /&gt;66. Thinking about - Am atatea ganduri...&lt;br /&gt;67. Waiting for - Summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;br /&gt;68. Want kids? - Da.&lt;br /&gt;69. Want to get married? - Da.&lt;br /&gt;70. Careers in mind - Magistrat, logic &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;71. Lips or eyes - lips&lt;br /&gt;72. Hugs or kisses - hugs.&lt;br /&gt;73. Shorter or taller - taller &lt;br /&gt;74. Older or Younger - older&lt;br /&gt;75. Romantic or spontaneous - both&lt;br /&gt;76. Nice stomach or nice arms - arms.&lt;br /&gt;77. Sensitive or loud - sensitive&lt;br /&gt;78. Hook-up or relationship - relationship.&lt;br /&gt;79. Trouble maker or hesitant- Nu se poate ceva la mijloc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;80. Kissed a stranger - Parca. :))&lt;br /&gt;81. Drank hard liquor - Da&lt;br /&gt;82. Lost glasses/contacts - Nu am, deci nu.&lt;br /&gt;83. Had sex on 1st date - Nu.&lt;br /&gt;84. Broken someone's heart - Cam da.&lt;br /&gt;85. Had your own heart broken - Not really.&lt;br /&gt;86. Been arrested - Nu (doar de V.)&lt;br /&gt;87. Turned someone down - don`t remember.&lt;br /&gt;88. Cried when someone died - Da.&lt;br /&gt;89. Liked a friend that is of the same sex? - Nu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;90. Yourself - Da. Nu 100%, dar da!&lt;br /&gt;91. Miracles - Da.&lt;br /&gt;92. Love at first sight - cred in chimie, dar nu in dragoste la prima vedere. Dragostea se intretine, se dezvolta, nu rasare.&lt;br /&gt;93. Heaven - Da.&lt;br /&gt;94. Santa Clause - De vreo 14 ani nu...&lt;br /&gt;95. Kiss on the first date? - Da.&lt;br /&gt;96. Angels - Da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;97. Is there one person you want to be with right now? - Da.&lt;br /&gt;98. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time? - Da.&lt;br /&gt;99. Wish you could change things in your past? - Daca as mai lua viata de la capat, as face unele alegeri cu mintea de acum...si poate lucrurile s-ar schimba. Poate :)&lt;br /&gt;100. Are you posting this as 100 Truths? - Da.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5506166862613147885-7078022395335122339?l=drop-of-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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M-a inselat. Cu cine? Cu PC-ul? Nimic nou sub soare. Cu alta? Du-te la ea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you have a dream you’d like to come true, what is it?&lt;br /&gt;Sa aleg? Esti nebun? Visurile mele sunt egale sub ochii mei. Clar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Whose butt would you like to kick?&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca as avea o lista destul de lunga, dar cel mai mult imi doresc sa dau un sut unei femei mariiii, graseee, ca in filme :)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars? &lt;br /&gt;The world better prepare for when i`m a billionaire b-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Will your best friend always be your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Ce`i ala?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever been in love with 2 people at once?&lt;br /&gt;Nu cred. Daca nu consideri ca eu sunt a doua persoana [simti miros de narcisism?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How long would you wait for someone you really loved?&lt;br /&gt;Exact cum spune Rox...why wait?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you won the lottery, would you quit the job?&lt;br /&gt;Daca ar fi slujba pe care mi-o doresc, bineinteles ca nu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who is on your celebrity top 5 … you know, the ones … that if you ever had an opportunity …&lt;br /&gt;Parca am mai raspuns la intrebarea asta :-? Sa zicem: Obama, Beyonce, Mel Gibson, Demi Moore, Whitney Houston, Octavian Paler [daca ar mai fi trait :( ] etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What sucks the life out of you?&lt;br /&gt;Prezentul. Clasa a 12-a. Admiterea. Oamenii prosti. Lipsa posibilitatilor infinite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How would you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;br /&gt;Clar pe tocuri. Pe treptele tribunalului. Cineva ma striga din spate: "Doamna judecator, avem o zi plina azi!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is your greatest fear?&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e frica sa nu ma blochez. Sa nu ma pierd. Pe mine ca suflet. Ca mod de a gandi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;O persoana foarte ambitioasa, pe care o admir pentru cate face si careia ii doresc mult succes for she-knows-what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;Married and super-happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What’s the first thing you do when you wake up?&lt;br /&gt;Mai dorm 10 minute in baie :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;We know we can say...we gave it all for love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Is your career vitally important to you?&lt;br /&gt;Clar! Nu este doar o cariera...este...EU! Nu este vitala, dar este importanta. Foarte :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing someone has done?&lt;br /&gt;Nu. Nici nu cred ca as ierta tot, dar in niciun caz nu as uita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you prefer being single or having a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Having a relationship. E mult mai confortabil. Imi place ideea de siguranta. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5506166862613147885-3128236674151253099?l=drop-of-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Dar exista unul special, care mi se potriveste in fiecare saptamana :) Voi scrie mai jos cateva din lucrurile care chiar consider ca mi se potrivesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaginatia ta foarte activa si este facultatea predominanta; ai o memorie buna, intuitie si perspicacitate, presentimente si o mare curiozitate care iti poate folosi la studiile istorice, cateodata cei cu acest aspect au si aptitudini poetice.&lt;br /&gt;Te lasi cu usurinta influentat de cei pe care ii iubesti si admiri, dar poti sa fi si rece, rezervat si neincrezator fata de aceia pe car nu ii cunosti suficeient de bine sau pe care nu ii agreezi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai nevoie de apreciere, de compania celorlalti, aspiri sa iti creezi un camin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traiesti mult prin ceea ce simti si cateodata esti schimbator si capricios, dar esti inzestrat cu rabdare si perseverenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incearca sa iti mentii independenta in cadrul relatiilor tale si nu iti asuma mai multe decat este necesar. Intotdeauna iti doresti sa ii ajuti pe altii si sunt destul de multi cei care graviteaza in jurul tau pentru acest motiv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In ciuda oricarei fermitati ai o inima calda, esti bine dispus si cu o predispozitie spre generozitate. Caracterul tau intern va fi mai degraba impunator, prevazator si prudent, vei lua deciziile lent, judecata ta va fi practica si solida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punctul central al universului tau este securitatea iar posesivitatea este rezultatul nevoii tale interioare, atat emotionala cat si mentala, de siguranta. Avand o natura emotionala puternica si sensibila, cuplate cu o capacitate intelectuala, destul de des cei cu aceste trasaturi sunt destul de nefericiti daca se casatoresc cu o persoana care este sub statutul lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai tendinta de a-ti crea "obiceiuri proaste". Ai "un atasament" fata de lucrurile bune din viata si uneori dai dovada de egoism atunci cand este vorba de confortul personal. [ok. chiar sunt rasfatata :-L ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vointa ta este puternica si atunci cand iti doresti ceva depui o forta extrema pentru a obtine acel lucru desi in aparenta iti ascunzi motivele reale si ceea ce vrei. Intotdeauna iti doresti sa stii ce pun altii la cale, care le sunt motivatiile si intentiile. Poti sa fi posesiv, ai o dorinta mare de a conduce si exista tendinta de a-ti impune vointa asupra celorlalti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Esti destul de neiertator daca cineva greseste fata de tine si ai tendinta de a te razbuna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; E bine sa tintesti sus dar ceea ce-ti propui sa fie si realizabil. Exista posibilitatea de a ignora realitatile, sa te consideri mai presus de bine si de rau, de competitiile lumesti sau poti sa te indrepti in cealalta directie de a invidia lucrurile supreme si de a dispera in dorinta de a le obtine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caracterul tau este impulsiv, actiunile tale rapide si spontane, originale. Esti incapatanat, rebel si ai un spirit revolutionar. Uneori iti lipseste echilibrul. Incearca sa iti controlezi impulsivitatea. Uneori esti asemeni unui taifun: nu stii cand apare, unde va lovi si incotro se va indrepta. Atunci cand simti nevoia de actiona tu trebuie sa o faci indiferent de consecinte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esti atras de persoane rafinate, placute si care iti confera echilibru si iti place sa flirtezi. Cu toate acestea esti destul de indecis, influentabil si schimbator la capitolul sentimente. In antichitate se spune in acest caz ca esti predispus "sa pierzi ce ai castigat prima data si iti doresti ceea ce au altii" asa ca ar trebui sa iti gasesti echilibrul in relatiile de iubire inainte de a fi prea tarziu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O relatie de dragoste se poate transforma in prietenie sau elementul de prietenie este foarte important pentru tine atunci cand incepi o relatie amoroasa. Probabil ca esti atras de persoane neobisnuite si originale. Iti doresti sa ai scopuri comune cu persoana iubita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simti nevoia sa te vindeci prin iubire. Aceasta este modalitatea ta de a depasi momentele dificile. Relatiile tale sentimentale sunt foarte intense dar cu un potential de manipulare si control din partea ta sau a partenerului tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Privesti casnicia ca pe o responsabilitate si o forma de a-ti schimba statutul social. Exista posibilitatea sa te casatoresti putin mai tarziu sau cu o persoana mai in varsta. Esti destul de precaut si rezervat in alegerea partenerului de casatorie si acesta are o importanta majora in directia ta in viata sau in cariera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai tendinta de a-ti idealiza partenerii si de a nu-i vedea intotdeauna asa cum sunt in realitate. Pretentiile tale pot fi prea ridicate si adesea exista confuzii si neclaritati in casnicia ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5506166862613147885-777363594539810753?l=drop-of-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Urmeaza 11 luni de ros unghii, slabit, nopti pierdute, sinteze, exercitii, pregatiri si rugat la Doamne-Doamne. Am o tristete in suflet de parca ar veni sfarsitul pamantului. Si nu ma intristeaza neaparat faptul ca voi avea o groaza de invatat, profesori care ma vor gadila la creieri si kilograme in minus, cat ma intristeaza ideea ca asta este inceputul sfarsitului. Nu vor mai exista vacante, vor exista concedii, vom face ture Targoviste-Bucuresti, vor fi bani aruncati pe geam aiurea, sperante, visuri, nervi etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma rog la Doamne Doamne sa imi dea multa putere si multa stabilitate emotionala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca sa schimbam subiectul si sa povestim si despre aceasta vara, va spun ca desi ma asteptam sa fie cea mai cea fiind ultima vacanta adevarata, s-a limitat la 2 saptamani. Asta datorita lui V. care a incheiat o etapa importanta din viata lui si care peste 4 zile va incepe una noua, desi as inclina sa spun ca peste 4 zile isi incepe viata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe 31 iulie am fost la Campina la juramant. A fost o zi minunata. Niciodata nu m-am simtit mai mandra de o persoana ca in acea zi. Din 5000 de persoane cate erau in curtea scolii de politie, eu ma simteam cea mai fericita si cea mai mandra fiinta. Tresaream de fiecare data cand V. imi cauta privirea si imi zambea, cautand parca putere sa stea atata timp sub soarele arzator. Mi s-a parut minunat sa il aud cantand imnul si sa il vad in uniforma de gala. V., ai stralucit in acea zi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ma88-hzFgjg/TGKddLPceUI/AAAAAAAAEt8/1faXWzZ67ww/s1600/SDC14194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ma88-hzFgjg/TGKddLPceUI/AAAAAAAAEt8/1faXWzZ67ww/s320/SDC14194.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504134819159505218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distractia s-a limitat la cateva zile petrecute doar in 2 acasa like a real family si o saptamana in Costinesti cu prietenii. Frumos. Regrete? Eu nu am regrete!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ma88-hzFgjg/TGKbxC1_LXI/AAAAAAAAEts/Kj3y8EXM8mE/s1600/SDC14433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ma88-hzFgjg/TGKbxC1_LXI/AAAAAAAAEts/Kj3y8EXM8mE/s320/SDC14433.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504132961479372146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pentru prima oara in viata mi-am pus un inel pe inelarul de la stanga. Nu stiu de ce am evitat pana de curand sa port orice fel de inel pe acel deget. Nu stiu cum a reusit sa ma convinga sa il port pe acesta, dar stiu ca ma uit la el si imi da sperante, putere si ma face sa zambesc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ma88-hzFgjg/TGKcNKKl1RI/AAAAAAAAEt0/WPKfN8wqUDw/s1600/SDC14514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ma88-hzFgjg/TGKcNKKl1RI/AAAAAAAAEt0/WPKfN8wqUDw/s320/SDC14514.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504133444481176850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si cam atat pentru aceasta perioada. Sa vedem ce se va mai intampla in urmatoarele 4 zile de vacanta. Dupa aceea, good luck, Cloverina! 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Nul?</title><content type="html">E atat de greu sa crezi ca Romania nu inseamna meschini ipocriti ce apar la televizor? Furturi peste furturi, crime peste crime, dosare penale peste dosare penale? Este atat de greu sa mai crezi in Romania? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi s-a spus ca inca iubesc tara asta pentru ca sunt "mica si n-am griji". Asa o fi? Peste 10 ani nu voi mai iubi Romania? Refuz sa cred asta! Romania este una din marile mele iubiri. NU voi renunta la ea! De fiecare data cand ma uit la emisiunile realizate de 1 decembrie de Protv, plang in continuu de mandrie. Alteori, ma uit la "Romania, te iubesc!" si plang [de ciuda, de manie ca nimeni nu mai crede, nimeni nu mai vede, nimeni nu mai spera in Romania].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum poti sa nu iubesti locul unde te-ai nascut? Locul unde ai crescut?! De ce sa pleci? De ce nu plecam toti? Pana la urma granitele sunt deschise. Si daca imi spui ca "nu e asa simplu. nu iti gasesti de lucru acolo pe toate drumurile" iti spun ca nici aici nu iti gasesti pe toate drumurile. Nicaieri nu e bine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata de mica m-a invatat ca omul cum isi asterne asa doarme. Daca vrei sa fii OM, poti fi si in Romania, cum poti fi si in Germania. Daca vrei sa ai un camin frumos, il poti avea si acolo, dar si aici. Nu tara iti da! Nu tara iti baga in traista! TU trebuie sa muncesti. TU trebuie sa lupti pentru tine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce dam vina pe Romania pentru dezastru politic si economic in care suntem? Ce vina are Romania? Romania noastra cea frumoasa, cu Delta minunata, cu Transfagarasanul mandru, cu Marea ce mangaie malul romanesc, cu artistii minunati ce ne reprezinta? De ce am ajuns sa spunem Romania si sa ne gandim la Guvern, la presedinte, la nebunie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce nu va mai recunoasteti adevarata Romanie din toata mizeria asta? De ce nu mai crede nimeni in ea? De ce nu o mai iubiti?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar pentru cei care nu au iubit niciodata tara, nu va bateti joc de iubirea altora. Habar nu aveti ce inseamna sa versi o lacrima pentru un loc. Si daca sperati intr-un viitor mai bun "afara", eu va urez succes, dar sa nu uitati de unde ati plecat. Iar cand veti fi acolo, departe si veti asculta Irina Loghin, Maria Lataretu, Gheorghe Gheorghiu, sa va aduceti aminte ca toti oamenii astia au cantat Romania cea adevarata si nu Romania pe care voi o urati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rănit m-am întors&lt;br /&gt;În cocina comunistă,&lt;br /&gt;Am dat gunoaiele la o parte&lt;br /&gt;Şi vă scriu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;România încă există !&lt;br /&gt;Oameni buni, avem ţară !&lt;br /&gt;Mărturisesc:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROMÂNIA, TE IUBESC !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ma88-hzFgjg/TC3dmT3TJsI/AAAAAAAAEsU/NAd8gUAMCo8/s1600/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ma88-hzFgjg/TC3dmT3TJsI/AAAAAAAAEsU/NAd8gUAMCo8/s320/4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489287171071485634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ma88-hzFgjg/TC3etRqEcmI/AAAAAAAAEsc/fHxMUg9ehAo/s1600/SDC10406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ma88-hzFgjg/TC3etRqEcmI/AAAAAAAAEsc/fHxMUg9ehAo/s320/SDC10406.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489288390249837154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ma88-hzFgjg/TC3g4HD59JI/AAAAAAAAEs8/YcBCLZ2zfqE/s1600/P8030303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ma88-hzFgjg/TC3g4HD59JI/AAAAAAAAEs8/YcBCLZ2zfqE/s320/P8030303.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489290775407228050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ma88-hzFgjg/TC3g3gC9yrI/AAAAAAAAEs0/hrGTBoMIAzM/s1600/SDC10712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ma88-hzFgjg/TC3g3gC9yrI/AAAAAAAAEs0/hrGTBoMIAzM/s320/SDC10712.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489290764934302386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ma88-hzFgjg/TC3g3DQM5xI/AAAAAAAAEss/sSiC1hiGlJo/s1600/SDC10672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ma88-hzFgjg/TC3g3DQM5xI/AAAAAAAAEss/sSiC1hiGlJo/s320/SDC10672.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489290757205190418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ma88-hzFgjg/TC3g2vV2L3I/AAAAAAAAEsk/JgFdK1HCABA/s1600/P8030334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ma88-hzFgjg/TC3g2vV2L3I/AAAAAAAAEsk/JgFdK1HCABA/s320/P8030334.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489290751860158322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5506166862613147885-4191704422816591368?l=drop-of-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Pana sa ma apuc sa o fac din nou m-am gandit mult de ce nu am mai facut-o. Nu am mai avut de ce sa ma vait? Nu mi s-a mai intamplat nimic deosebit de notat pentru viitor? Nu. Atunci? Nu stiu ce m-a tinut departe de blogul meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De-abia asteptam sa imi pot scrie postarile din pat, cu laptopul in brate, dar iata ca a trecut aproape o luna pana sa fac asta. De notat: sony vaio. Una din iubirile mele. Sper sa avem o relatie de durata. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... what happened in my life lately? Am facut 18 ani. Acum pot sa urlu tare "Am doar 18 ani!". Sa vedem continuarea. Sunt nebuna, dar si buna pentru ca mi-am luat permisul. Iubesc. La nebunie, aproape tot ce e viu (sau nu).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ma88-hzFgjg/TA6ASRsoruI/AAAAAAAAEro/Jstoq36pVTc/s1600/nico+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ma88-hzFgjg/TA6ASRsoruI/AAAAAAAAEro/Jstoq36pVTc/s320/nico+027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480458848033091298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nu am bani, inca. Muncesc de cateva zile la Kaufland (my first job like a promoter) si visez la mare cu fiecare ora ce trece si imi rupe picioarele, coloana, nervii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ma88-hzFgjg/TA5_9VsR8rI/AAAAAAAAErg/Iy1QSEJY5jc/s1600/nico+266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ma88-hzFgjg/TA5_9VsR8rI/AAAAAAAAErg/Iy1QSEJY5jc/s320/nico+266.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480458488328090290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altceva? Ce scurt s-a terminat ultima luna. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa vedem. Mi-am facut majoratul asa cum mi-am dorit. Cu prietenii cei mai apropiati, cu rude (pentru ca ele nu se schimba ca amicii), la munte, in locul in care intotdeauna m-am intors. S-a prelungit cam mult...dar a meritat din plin! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ma88-hzFgjg/TA6AxCJ8miI/AAAAAAAAErw/z0bcnGSJWa0/s1600/nico+192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ma88-hzFgjg/TA6AxCJ8miI/AAAAAAAAErw/z0bcnGSJWa0/s320/nico+192.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480459376437008930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am condus 3 masini si un atv de 3 saptamani de cand sunt fericita detinatoare a unui carnet de conducere categoria B. Sunt extrem de mandra de mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urmaresc Sex and the city, care imi da o gura de aer fresh. Este bucata mea de indepedenta in nebunia asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ma88-hzFgjg/TA6BPHKRWXI/AAAAAAAAEr4/YJOv39KAQi0/s1600/claudia+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ma88-hzFgjg/TA6BPHKRWXI/AAAAAAAAEr4/YJOv39KAQi0/s320/claudia+038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480459893176621426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ce am facut azi? Primul pas spre noul meu look blond. Am luat o cutie de Garnier pe care scria "Ciocolata", dar a iesit un blond inchis. Super. Still love me. Still love me? Uhmm... 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Splendid. Mai frumos decat data trecuta. Am plecat de data asta cu ai mei. Pe mama am lasat-o la BCR, iar tata ne-a dus in Baneasa. Bineinteles ca eram aproape singurii nebuni in Baneasa shopping center la ora 9 dimineata. Si cu siguranta am fost primii nebuni la MC, respectiv KFC. Ne-am plimbat putin prin mall, Carrefour si am plecat inapoi spre centru. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-am luat frumusel pe V. de manuta si am plecat spre cel mai apropiat metrou. Ne-am dus la Universitatii, am cumparat cartele si am coborat pe peron. &lt;br /&gt;"-Si acum incotro?&lt;br /&gt;-Oriunde. Hai sa alegem una la intamplare.&lt;br /&gt;-Ok. Tineretului.&lt;br /&gt;-Tineretului sa fie! :)"&lt;br /&gt;Si asa am ajuns in parcul Tineretului. Frumos parc. Mi-a placut. Ne-am dat in masinute [iarasi singurii nebuni], ne-am plimbat pe langa lac, ne-am facut poze. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si acum incotro? La Casa poporului. V. cica "de ce sa mai luam metroul?uite Intercontinentalul se vede de aici. E aproape. Hai." Si nu se mai apropia Intercontinentalul ala...Am mers si am mers si iar am mers. Si tot bulevardul ala nu am gasit o singura farmacie sa imi iau si eu niste plasturi. Mi-am transformat balerinii in papuci si am mers mai departe. La Casa poporului am realizat ca am fost asa gagautza [ca sa il citez pe V.] incat am lasat toate actele acasa. Nici macar buletinul nu il aveam la mine. Asa ca nu am mai dat taxa de 25 lei si am plecat frumos mai departe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am taiat parcul Izvor si cand sa intram in metrou, V. zice "uite cladirea BCR-ului. e aproape. hai pe jos". Si pornim iarasi perpedes. Am ajuns la masina, ne-am odihnit 5 minute, dupa care am plecat spre Atheneu. Am vazut in trecere si Teatrul Odeon, Cercul Militar National si Muzeul National de Arta. La Atheneu am platit 7,5 lei de persoana [acum nu stiu daca banii astia i-a bagat paznicul in buzunar sau atat costa biletul], dar a meritat din plin. Superb Atheneul. Cea mai frumoasa cladire din Romania pe care am vazut-o pana acum. Pana ieri, credeam ca nu exista loc mai frumos decat Casino-ul din Constanta. Atheneul e muuuult mai frumos. Poate si pentru ca este ingrijit. Am prins o repetitie a unei tipe care canta la pian cu un individ care canta la vioara. Superb. Iarasi singurii nebuni care erau in Atheneu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si cam asta a fost aventura noastra in Bucuresti :) Mi-a placut la nebunie. E mult mai simplu sa faci slalom printre masini, mergand pe jos, decat sa injuri de mama si rudele de gradul 1 si 2 dintr-o masina ce claxoneaza. Si m-am bucurat enorm sa vad ca lui V. i-a placut Bucurestiul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ma88-hzFgjg/S8A8LjyY62I/AAAAAAAAEqQ/A822jdKcDlg/s1600/11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ma88-hzFgjg/S8A8LjyY62I/AAAAAAAAEqQ/A822jdKcDlg/s400/11.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458428917655858018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Unde esti, draga mea din Bucuresti?&lt;br /&gt;Mi-amintesc colturi dragi din Bucuresti..&lt;br /&gt;Ce cantau cu inimile noastre&lt;br /&gt;Melodii spre zarile albastre..&lt;br /&gt;Dar a fost o data ca in povesti&lt;br /&gt;Colindam pe strazi cu tine&lt;br /&gt;Iar langa noi si dorul hoinarea&lt;br /&gt;Ne simteam atat de bine&lt;br /&gt;Ca n-am fi vrut sa ne oprim candva."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5506166862613147885-7632705341748889950?l=drop-of-my-soul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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