<?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/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' gd:etag='W/&quot;CUACQ3c4fCp7ImA9WhVSGUQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827065079930715541</id><updated>2012-03-17T07:16:02.934-07:00</updated><title>Misty Night</title><subtitle type='html'>Toate umbrele trecutului se ascund...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2827065079930715541/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>An_AnGeL98</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13818368843147331450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/TRIBIn2QvbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3ZUQFoW9xiE/S220/eye%252Cheart%252Clove-91e71f044064ef90b65bb4ed92905bb9_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0MDR3o_fip7ImA9Wx9QFEg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827065079930715541.post-3526584937831574443</id><published>2010-12-27T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T05:11:16.446-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-27T05:11:16.446-08:00</app:edited><title>Monster House part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/TRiO4e6ok0I/AAAAAAAAAHU/rDT8NZzsStQ/s1600/untitled7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555347241384317762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/TRiO4e6ok0I/AAAAAAAAAHU/rDT8NZzsStQ/s200/untitled7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We told him that the entire neighborhood is in big danger. That moment the house got angry and started hounding us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;“Stay away from those children!” Nebbercracker said. The house turned back and went to him. “Oh, sweetheart… You’ve been a bad girl…you’ve hurt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;people… but we have always known that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;this day will come. We… we have to make the right things.” he said and he took some&lt;/span&gt; sticks of dynamite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;He tried to strike a match, but the house got angry and hit him.&lt;br /&gt;“Where’s Tim?” Katy asked. Suddenly he pulled down a gate with an excavator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;“Where did you take that?” Katy asked. Tim went to house and tried to fight with it. Nebbercracker gave me the dynamite and told me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;“You can do it. Go, go on!”&lt;br /&gt;I run to Tim and told him that I need to drum up the house to me. In that moment Tim broke down the house. We all felt relieved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/TRiP2qv2ltI/AAAAAAAAAH0/oxUVx5SyUlc/s1600/untitled8.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555348309712213714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/TRiP2qv2ltI/AAAAAAAAAH0/oxUVx5SyUlc/s200/untitled8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But suddenly we saw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;that the pieces from the house put together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;“That’s not fair!” Tim said.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to climb on a derrick while Tim was still fighting with the evil house.&lt;br /&gt;“That’s it, Tim! Keep on fighting! I’m coming!” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I went to the top of the derrick and hooked up to the hook of the derrick then I threw the dynamite sticks in the chimney of the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/2827065079930715541-3526584937831574443?l=nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com/feeds/3526584937831574443/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com/2010/12/monster-house-part-4.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2827065079930715541/posts/default/3526584937831574443?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2827065079930715541/posts/default/3526584937831574443?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com/2010/12/monster-house-part-4.html' title='Monster House part 4'/><author><name>An_AnGeL98</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13818368843147331450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/TRIBIn2QvbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3ZUQFoW9xiE/S220/eye%252Cheart%252Clove-91e71f044064ef90b65bb4ed92905bb9_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/TRiO4e6ok0I/AAAAAAAAAHU/rDT8NZzsStQ/s72-c/untitled7.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUQGQX09cCp7ImA9Wx9RGUg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827065079930715541.post-5581838083328805451</id><published>2010-12-21T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T09:42:00.368-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-21T09:42:00.368-08:00</app:edited><title>Ciocolata! :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mmm...Nu-i asa ca deja v-am facut pofta? Sunt urmatoarele sortimente principale de ciocolata:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.observator.ro/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/ciocolata.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://cdn.observator.ro/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/ciocolata.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.observator.ro/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/ciocolata.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1.Cea clasica, stiuta de toata lumea, anume&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ciocolata cu lapte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;cunoscuta si sub alte sortimente...caramel, capsuni, alune, iar lista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.observator.ro/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/ciocolata.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;continua la nesfarsit...a! v-am zis de tiramisu, portocala, scortisoara, visine (da, Dora cu visine :P LOL) si da, altele...prima ciocolata cu lapte a fost lansată de elvetianul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Daniel Peter" href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daniel_Peter"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Daniel Peter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt; în &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1875" href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/1875"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;1875&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;.daca nu v-am facut pofta mai inainte, ce ziceti de acum? daca inca nu stati linistiti, nu disperati :P, mai avem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petocuri.ro/uploads/pics/ciocolata_alba.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" alt="" src="http://www.petocuri.ro/uploads/pics/ciocolata_alba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. ciocolata alba: ciocolata alba este&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.observator.ro/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/ciocolata.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ciocolata produsa din unt de cacao, zahar, lapte, vanilie si alte arome. nu contine cacao pudra sau alte preparate din cacao de aceea are o culoare apropiata de alb. YUM! Nici acum? in regula, poate sunteti fani altui sortiment de ciocolata, anume:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://image.stirileprotv.ro/media/images///400x300/Jun2009//60311955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" alt="" src="http://image.stirileprotv.ro/media/images///400x300/Jun2009//60311955.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. ciocolata amaruie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Personal nu sunt fan, dar, stiu eu, poate va place voua..Ciocolata neagră numită și ciocolată amăruie este un amestec de cacao și unt de cacao cu zahăr. Ea conține minimum 35% cacao, proportia depinzând de fabricant. Necesarul de zahăr depinde de amăreala varietății de cacao utilizată.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Istoria ciocolatei:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Istoria ciocolatei începe cu doua mii de ani în urmă, când cultura arborelui de cacao era practicată în &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="America de Sud" href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/America_de_Sud"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;America de Sud&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Cristofor Columb" href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cristofor_Columb"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cristofor Columb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; (&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1502" href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/1502"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1502&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;) a fost primul explorator care a luat contact cu boabele de cacao din Lumea Nouă. Aduse în &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Europa" href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Europa"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Europa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;, acestea nu s-au bucurat de o prea mare atenție, deoarece nimeni nu știa la ce folosesc.&lt;br /&gt;În &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1519" href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/1519"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1519&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;, conchistadorul &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Hernán Cortés" href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hern%C3%A1n_Cort%C3%A9s"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hernando Cortez&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; a descoperit că &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Montezuma al II-lea" href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Montezuma_al_II-lea"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Montezuma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;, conducătorul aztecilor, obișnuia să bea o băutură preparată din semințe de cacao, numită "chocolatl". Montezuma obișnuia să bea aproape cincizeci de căni pe zi. El i-a servit lui Hernando Cortez această băutură regală, pe care acesta a găsit-o cam amară pentru gustul său.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Spania" href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spania"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spaniolii&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; au adăugat trestie de zahăr și i-au îmbogățit aroma cu ajutorul vaniliei și scorțișoarei. În plus, au descoperit că băutura este mai gustoasă servită fierbinte.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;În secolul XIX s-au produs două transformări importante în istoria ciocolatei. În &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1847" href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/1847"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1847&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;, o companie engleză a creat un proces tehnologic de solidifiere a ciocolatei, iar doi ani mai târziu, suedezul &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Daniel Peter" href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daniel_Peter"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daniel Peter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; s-a gândit să adauge un ingredient nou: laptele.&lt;br /&gt;La scurt timp, o nouă invenție a marcat istoria ciocolatei: temperatura de topire mai scazută decât cea a corpului uman. Așadar, ciocolata se topește în gură și la figurat, dar și la propriu. Ciocolata neagră se topește la 34 - 35 grade Celsius, în timp ce pentru ciocolata cu lapte este nevoie de o temperatură mai scazută cu câteva grade. În prezent, ciocolata cu lapte este cel mai căutat sortiment, ciocolata neagră fiind apreciată doar de 5-10 % dintre consumatorii acestui produs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Importanta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Ciocolata este...sanatoasa...din anumite puncte de vedre, mai ales cea amaruie. Deși ciocolata este mâncată de plăcere, consumul de ciocolată cacao/ciocolată amăruie a fost dovedit a afecta benefic sistemul circulator. Alte studii au fost efectuate pentru a dovedi efecte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Anticancerigen — pagină inexistentă" href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Anticancerigen&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;anticancerigene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;, de stimulator cerebral, inhibitor al &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Tuse — pagină inexistentă" href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Tuse&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;tusei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; și inhibitor al &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Diaree" href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diaree"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;diareei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;. În ciuda beneficiilor posibile consumul excesiv de ciocolata poate favoriza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Obezitate" href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Obezitate"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;obezitatea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; și apariția &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Diabet" href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diabet"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;diabetului zaharat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;. Un studiu prezentat de către &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="BBC" href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/BBC"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;BBC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; a arătat că în timpul topirii ciocolatei în gură, creierul uman cunoaște o creștere a activității electrice, iar ritmul cardiac crește și senzația dureaza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://superpicant.ro/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/briose_cu_ciocolata-520x390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/b5/Melted_chocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/b5/Melted_chocolate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.ariaice.ro/images/fagyik/Kakaos_fagylalt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ro.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fi%C8%99ier:Melted_chocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2827065079930715541-5581838083328805451?l=nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com/feeds/5581838083328805451/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com/2010/12/ciocolata-p.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2827065079930715541/posts/default/5581838083328805451?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2827065079930715541/posts/default/5581838083328805451?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com/2010/12/ciocolata-p.html' title='Ciocolata! :P'/><author><name>An_AnGeL98</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13818368843147331450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/TRIBIn2QvbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3ZUQFoW9xiE/S220/eye%252Cheart%252Clove-91e71f044064ef90b65bb4ed92905bb9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEUHSHs8eyp7ImA9Wx9RGUk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827065079930715541.post-692379146501543441</id><published>2010-12-20T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T07:43:59.573-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-21T07:43:59.573-08:00</app:edited><title>Iarnă…</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Într-o zi de iarnă expresia “alb ca neaua” a devenit realitate… Totul în cale era un vis, vis în care nu puteai deosebi cerul de pământ, iar fulgii de nea dansau prin aer făcând zeci de piruete.&lt;br /&gt;O secundă a făcut ca acest vis cu ochii deschişi să se termine odată cu primirea unui bulgăre de zăpadă în exact în faţă urmat de altul în burtă. Mai bine ar fi aruncat cu o piatră, să nu se mai obosească să rotunjească ghilotinele alea numite de ei “bulgări”.&lt;br /&gt;Din fericire gardianul a anunţat că putem intra în şcoală, aşa că m-am grăbit să intru înainte să fiu un om de zăpadă umblător.&lt;br /&gt;Orele de curs treceau rapid. La un moment dat doamna noastră dirigintă a propus:&lt;br /&gt;-Copii, aţi vrea să ieşim afară in curte să ne jucăm?&lt;br /&gt;Bineînţeles că nimeni n-a fost împotriva ideii…cu exceptia mea. În acel moment colegele au încercat să mă convingă să ies şi eu, aşa că am acceptat.&lt;br /&gt;Când în sfârşit ne-am aflat în curte, ce s-a întâmplat? Am fost aruncată de colo colo prin zăpadă, îngropată de vie, bulgărită, împinsă, ca doar aşa e iarna!&lt;br /&gt;În final am intrat în clasă povestindu-le colegelor cum că n-a fost atât de rău, cu zambetul pe buze şi cu un gând în minte: “Mai vrem o dată!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2827065079930715541-692379146501543441?l=nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com/feeds/692379146501543441/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com/2010/12/iarna.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2827065079930715541/posts/default/692379146501543441?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2827065079930715541/posts/default/692379146501543441?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com/2010/12/iarna.html' title='Iarnă…'/><author><name>An_AnGeL98</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13818368843147331450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/TRIBIn2QvbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3ZUQFoW9xiE/S220/eye%252Cheart%252Clove-91e71f044064ef90b65bb4ed92905bb9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUEFRX89eip7ImA9Wx9RGE4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827065079930715541.post-5464551770463687542</id><published>2010-12-05T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T01:33:34.162-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-20T01:33:34.162-08:00</app:edited><title>MONSTER HOUSE (part 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/TQ8hZ-HcrnI/AAAAAAAAAGA/PXk6GYDU9ro/s1600/untitled5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552693595625795186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/TQ8hZ-HcrnI/AAAAAAAAAGA/PXk6GYDU9ro/s400/untitled5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the Halloween day. In the morning we decided to do something, to go again and find out what was happening.&lt;br /&gt;“Can you give me your phone, Angie? I’ll call the police” Katy said. I gave her the telephone and after she talked with the policemen we went out.&lt;br /&gt;The police came and we started to explain that the house tried to eat us. The policemen started laughing and told us:&lt;br /&gt;“Stop playing, kids! There’s nothing out there.”&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw that there was a fire burning in the house, in the fire place. I thought that we had to rake out the fire to kill the house.&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon we decided to get into the house. Right when we wanted to do that, the same policemen came to investigate and closed us in the patrol car. They were both eaten by the house and the car was next. This was how we got into the house.&lt;br /&gt;Inside it there were a lot of toys that were taken by Nebbercracker. We went further and found a locked door. We unlocked it and what we found was scary.&lt;br /&gt;“Um…guys, I thi&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/TQ8hqMz6S9I/AAAAAAAAAGI/8Mfye5nasEM/s1600/untitled7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552693874448288722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/TQ8hqMz6S9I/AAAAAAAAAGI/8Mfye5nasEM/s400/untitled7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nk that’s his dead wife” I whispered.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the house came alive and threw us out. Outside I saw Nebbercracker.&lt;br /&gt;“Honey, I’m home…” he said and the house seemed like it was happy.&lt;br /&gt;“I know about your wife. You didn’t want her to die, right?”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, I loved her so much! ... She was a circus star. She wanted to come with me… We started a hole new life together… When started building the house, some kids came. They started hitting her with eggs and she was so heavy that she couldn’t steady anymore. After that she fell. She died…but somehow she still lives.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2827065079930715541-5464551770463687542?l=nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com/feeds/5464551770463687542/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com/2010/12/monster-house-part-3.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2827065079930715541/posts/default/5464551770463687542?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2827065079930715541/posts/default/5464551770463687542?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com/2010/12/monster-house-part-3.html' title='MONSTER HOUSE (part 3)'/><author><name>An_AnGeL98</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13818368843147331450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/TRIBIn2QvbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3ZUQFoW9xiE/S220/eye%252Cheart%252Clove-91e71f044064ef90b65bb4ed92905bb9_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/TQ8hZ-HcrnI/AAAAAAAAAGA/PXk6GYDU9ro/s72-c/untitled5.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0AARX05fSp7ImA9Wx5aEk0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827065079930715541.post-5738577460481852910</id><published>2010-11-07T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T23:35:44.325-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-11-07T23:35:44.325-08:00</app:edited><title>Monster House Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/TNen28FbzxI/AAAAAAAAAFg/utH8PkTx33c/s1600/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537078829159010066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/TNen28FbzxI/AAAAAAAAAFg/utH8PkTx33c/s400/untitled2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Hey, look Angela! Isn’t that your sister? She seems to be blocked in the grass.”&lt;br /&gt;I ran out and suddenly the door opened. Nebbercracker was angry and he was running to my sister. He shouted:&lt;br /&gt;“Get off my lawn! Don’t ever come here!”&lt;br /&gt;“And my bike?” Lillian said almost crying.&lt;br /&gt;“You won’t get it back!”&lt;br /&gt;I ran to her and she started crying. I told her to calm down. That moment Nebbercracker said:&lt;br /&gt;“Are you still here?”&lt;br /&gt;He ran to me and he shook me.&lt;br /&gt;“Do you think this is your playground? Do you? Let me tell you something! Doghnt.. ghhgh…”&lt;br /&gt;Then he fell down. It seemed like he couldn’t breathe anymore. Five minutes later the ambulance came and took the man to the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/TNeoKMMUDBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/dJuviNVp6U0/s1600/untitled3.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537079159900343314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/TNeoKMMUDBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/dJuviNVp6U0/s400/untitled3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hospital.&lt;br /&gt;“What did I do?” I cried. “I killed him.”&lt;br /&gt;“It wasn’t your fault… Look, I found something” Tim told us.&lt;br /&gt;It was a key. He gave it to me and we went back to our houses. I fou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/TNeoDDUFwLI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Edo-u_B5LU4/s1600/untitled3.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nd there Jennifer my babysitter. She said “Hi”, but I didn’t answer her. I went in my room and I got into the bed, but that night I had a nightmare. The shadow of the house reached my room. I woke up and decided to call my friends to explore that house.&lt;br /&gt;We all met at 12 P.M. in the park and went to Nebbercracker’s house. But when we tried to open the door it tried woke up. I could see its teeth and its tongue was an old carpet. It tried to eat us but we ran out.&lt;br /&gt;“My parents are not home. You can stay at me this night, guys.” I said then we went my home and we made a plan. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/2827065079930715541-5738577460481852910?l=nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com/feeds/5738577460481852910/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com/2010/11/monster-house-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2827065079930715541/posts/default/5738577460481852910?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2827065079930715541/posts/default/5738577460481852910?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com/2010/11/monster-house-part-2.html' title='Monster House Part 2'/><author><name>An_AnGeL98</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13818368843147331450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/TRIBIn2QvbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3ZUQFoW9xiE/S220/eye%252Cheart%252Clove-91e71f044064ef90b65bb4ed92905bb9_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/TNen28FbzxI/AAAAAAAAAFg/utH8PkTx33c/s72-c/untitled2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkEBSHg5eSp7ImA9Wx5bF0o.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827065079930715541.post-5586438911632165072</id><published>2010-11-03T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T01:57:39.621-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-11-03T01:57:39.621-07:00</app:edited><title>Monster House Part1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Yay, tomorrow will be Halloween!” Lillian said. There was a foggy evening and I was staying at the window. I was going to wear a witch costume. I have to say that I felt nervous and a little bit scared as the sun was going down. It was the eve of Halloween…&lt;br /&gt;Opposite my house it was my neighbor, the old crabbed Nebbercracker. He was a 60-yeared man who lived alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/TNEibUYCczI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2AQfFjvsPEg/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535243269736395570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/TNEibUYCczI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2AQfFjvsPEg/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ok, my dear girls! We’re going to leave the town for this weekend. You have all the food you need in the fridge! The telephone numbers are on the cupboard and your babysitter will come later. Bye, I love you!” my mom said then she gave us a goodbye kiss.&lt;br /&gt;“Angie, let’s go play in the living room” Lillian said. I refused her then I went upstairs. I knew something strange was happening in Nebbercracker’s house. But when I saw that a dog who was sitting on his lawn was practically sinking in it I knew I have to do something.&lt;br /&gt;I went out and rang Katy’s door who was my best friend. I told her all the story while walking to Tim’s house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/TNEjkFi7MdI/AAAAAAAAAFY/NNhkOBIS4gs/s1600/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535244519885976018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/TNEjkFi7MdI/AAAAAAAAAFY/NNhkOBIS4gs/s400/untitled1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Are you crazy? Look, I am going to ring that old man’s door to see that there’s nothing happening in his house.” Tim said then he rang. “See? Nothing!”&lt;br /&gt;But he couldn’t say anything more because it seemed like the house seemed like it woke up and he run as fast as he could. He was frightened, but he said: “That house is malefic. I believe you, Angela! We must do something.”&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon I talked with my friends about what we saw while Lillian was riding her bike outside. Kate was starring at Nebbercracker’s house, but Tim and I were arguing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2827065079930715541-5586438911632165072?l=nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com/feeds/5586438911632165072/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com/2010/11/monster-house-part1.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2827065079930715541/posts/default/5586438911632165072?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2827065079930715541/posts/default/5586438911632165072?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com/2010/11/monster-house-part1.html' title='Monster House Part1'/><author><name>An_AnGeL98</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13818368843147331450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/TRIBIn2QvbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3ZUQFoW9xiE/S220/eye%252Cheart%252Clove-91e71f044064ef90b65bb4ed92905bb9_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/TNEibUYCczI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2AQfFjvsPEg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUQFSXc_fyp7ImA9Wx5bFkU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827065079930715541.post-7873038087285409254</id><published>2010-11-02T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T01:41:58.947-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-11-02T01:41:58.947-07:00</app:edited><title>Aplaudati-ma!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/TM_OwEq6hZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ndXNVD5srSI/s1600/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534869792344409490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/TM_OwEq6hZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ndXNVD5srSI/s320/Picture+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;M-am intors, Oameni buni! Dupa juma' de an de cand n-am mai postat nimic si n-am mai miscat un degetel pe tastatura ca sa va scriu, AM REVENIT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In primul rand vreau sa va urez toate cele bune si: Paste fericit, la multi ani, Happy Halloween, O onomastica fericita si toate celelalte sarbatori de peste an la care n-am mai fost prezenta sa va felicit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fac o promisiune ca de acumsa scriu macar o postare pe saptamana!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ca sa n-o mai lungim, saptamana viitoare va aparea prima parte a cartii mele despre care voi, dragi mei colegi, deja stiti cam despre ce este vorba!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you then! Ciao! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;An_Angel98&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2827065079930715541-7873038087285409254?l=nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com/feeds/7873038087285409254/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com/2010/11/aplaudati-ma.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2827065079930715541/posts/default/7873038087285409254?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2827065079930715541/posts/default/7873038087285409254?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com/2010/11/aplaudati-ma.html' title='Aplaudati-ma!'/><author><name>An_AnGeL98</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13818368843147331450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/TRIBIn2QvbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3ZUQFoW9xiE/S220/eye%252Cheart%252Clove-91e71f044064ef90b65bb4ed92905bb9_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/TM_OwEq6hZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ndXNVD5srSI/s72-c/Picture+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0UGR3gzeip7ImA9WxFSE0w.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827065079930715541.post-7089790558289331734</id><published>2010-04-13T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T23:00:26.682-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-04-14T23:00:26.682-07:00</app:edited><title>De ce trebuie sa faceti asta?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://poundingheartbeat.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/crying-tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 236px;" src="http://poundingheartbeat.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/crying-tears.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cu siguranta stiti si voi momentele alea in care vii acasa intr-adevar cu moralul sus de tot si...ii gasesti pe parinti tai intr-o discutie "amicala", un termen mai potrivit pe care l-ati mai auzit este "cearta". Of... De ce trebuie sa existe atatea si-atatea motive pentru care familia ta trebuie sa se certe? Si totusi nu e vina ta... Dar le zici salut si pleci in camera ta cu lacrimile rasarind din colturile ochilor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Te abtii, sa nu te vada, sa nu fie nevoie sa porti o discutie cu ei in care sa-ti explice ca fiecare familie are momentele ei, nemultumirile ei si toate alea... Te duci in camera ta, te arunci in pat, acolo unde stii ca esti in siguranta, unde nimeni si nimic nu-ti poate face rau... Iti incui usa...sa fii sigura ca nu da nimeni buzna peste tine si ca nu vei avea aceeasi discutie pe care foarte bine ai fi putut s-o ai si la intrare. Iti cutia de servetele langa tine...stii bine ca vei avea nevoie de ea si desi pana acum ti-ai tinut bine lacrimile si frustrarea si furia...nu mai poti rezista si dai totul afara...si plangi asa minute in sir fiind linistita ca nimeni, dar nimeni nu te va deranja... intr-un final incetezi...doar pe moment...caci stii mult prea bine ca o data ce vei intra din nou in camera te vei inchide iar si vei incepe o alta runda de lacrimi amare, pline de toata furia si ura pe care ai simtit-o cand i-ai vazut pe parintii tai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nu ti se pare corect ca tu sa suferi din cauza lor...si nici macar nu este. Dar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;trebuie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sa iti stapanesti lacrimile. Te speli pe fata, parintii tai nu trebuie sa vada niciun semn cum ca tu ai fi plans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si vine si vremea de culcare. Le zici noapte buna si te bagi in pat, acolo unde esti in siguranta, iti afunzi fata in perna, apoi lacrimile incep din nou sa curga, umezind perna pe care, intr-un final, vei adormi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2827065079930715541-7089790558289331734?l=nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com/feeds/7089790558289331734/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com/2010/04/de-ce-trebuie-sa-faceti-asta.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2827065079930715541/posts/default/7089790558289331734?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2827065079930715541/posts/default/7089790558289331734?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com/2010/04/de-ce-trebuie-sa-faceti-asta.html' title='De ce trebuie sa faceti asta?'/><author><name>An_AnGeL98</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13818368843147331450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/TRIBIn2QvbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3ZUQFoW9xiE/S220/eye%252Cheart%252Clove-91e71f044064ef90b65bb4ed92905bb9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0QBQ3Y_eyp7ImA9WxFTFkg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827065079930715541.post-2732930313487899914</id><published>2010-04-07T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T09:55:52.843-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-04-07T09:55:52.843-07:00</app:edited><title>Lost dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://luna.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/cropped_gone_by_threeblackb.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 444px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 449px" alt="" src="http://luna.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/cropped_gone_by_threeblackb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Have you ever felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That your dreams are over?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You feel like being in the hell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You want to break all the way,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To scream until you have no air.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you show your work&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone stands up and says&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It has no value. Go away!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You feel like destroyed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you have no way...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your dream has gone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/2827065079930715541-2732930313487899914?l=nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com/feeds/2732930313487899914/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com/2010/04/lost-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2827065079930715541/posts/default/2732930313487899914?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2827065079930715541/posts/default/2732930313487899914?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com/2010/04/lost-dream.html' title='Lost dream'/><author><name>An_AnGeL98</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13818368843147331450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/TRIBIn2QvbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3ZUQFoW9xiE/S220/eye%252Cheart%252Clove-91e71f044064ef90b65bb4ed92905bb9_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C04GQHk7fyp7ImA9WxFTFUk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827065079930715541.post-6478765077213217452</id><published>2010-04-06T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T01:18:41.707-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-04-06T01:18:41.707-07:00</app:edited><title>The sky tells us a lot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/S7rt4gVyRrI/AAAAAAAAADY/dpUFbpJ06R8/s1600/52A1F834-FD5E-0493-FBBDE8D6A42F2DDE_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456935453522544306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/S7rt4gVyRrI/AAAAAAAAADY/dpUFbpJ06R8/s400/52A1F834-FD5E-0493-FBBDE8D6A42F2DDE_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I'm looking at the sky.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you'll soon say goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because the sky told me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be ready, 'cause soon you'll see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A girl. You think she is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Much better that I could ever be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the sky told me too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That she'll always lie you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I felt this filling my soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;With sadness. I don't want to let you go,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I have to. I don't know why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tears are falling from my eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I looked again it said:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You are still young. Don' t be afraid."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am trying to stop my tears,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But to leave me is one of my fears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2827065079930715541-6478765077213217452?l=nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com/feeds/6478765077213217452/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com/2010/04/sky-tells-us-lot.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2827065079930715541/posts/default/6478765077213217452?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2827065079930715541/posts/default/6478765077213217452?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com/2010/04/sky-tells-us-lot.html' title='The sky tells us a lot'/><author><name>An_AnGeL98</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13818368843147331450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/TRIBIn2QvbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3ZUQFoW9xiE/S220/eye%252Cheart%252Clove-91e71f044064ef90b65bb4ed92905bb9_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/S7rt4gVyRrI/AAAAAAAAADY/dpUFbpJ06R8/s72-c/52A1F834-FD5E-0493-FBBDE8D6A42F2DDE_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0QGQ3c_fCp7ImA9WxFTFEo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827065079930715541.post-8826571070747332392</id><published>2010-04-05T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T05:42:02.944-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-04-05T05:42:02.944-07:00</app:edited><title>Two lives</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/S7ml5PAkYZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PhlnPigAnZ8/s1600/14277-Sad_butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456574826236109202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/S7ml5PAkYZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PhlnPigAnZ8/s320/14277-Sad_butterfly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E dedicata celor care POT intelege asta, dar mai ales fetelor. Ce vreti, am facut si io o incercare de poezie. Nu-i vina mea ca nu-mi vin ideile cu carul, asa cum le vin unora ;).Deci, aplaudati-ma:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You thought that there are two lives,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I felt the love crossing our hearts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uniting them into a single one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hoped desperately that you're the sun &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who'll light from now my lonely days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You could hardly break my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't cry, I will survive,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm proud to say that I'm alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You thought you can tear a part &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From my painful, bleeding heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2827065079930715541-8826571070747332392?l=nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com/feeds/8826571070747332392/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com/2010/04/two-lives.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2827065079930715541/posts/default/8826571070747332392?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2827065079930715541/posts/default/8826571070747332392?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com/2010/04/two-lives.html' title='Two lives'/><author><name>An_AnGeL98</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13818368843147331450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/TRIBIn2QvbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3ZUQFoW9xiE/S220/eye%252Cheart%252Clove-91e71f044064ef90b65bb4ed92905bb9_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/S7ml5PAkYZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/PhlnPigAnZ8/s72-c/14277-Sad_butterfly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0AESXs7fCp7ImA9WxBaGEU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827065079930715541.post-2425839172933997529</id><published>2010-03-29T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T11:01:48.504-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-03-29T11:01:48.504-07:00</app:edited><title>Ce sperietura, Doamne!...</title><content type='html'>Mergeam linistita spre scoala cu castile pe urechi...daca m-ar fi strigat cineva as fi fost ca si surda. La un moment dat m-am oprit si m-am asezat pe o banca, privind cum razele de soare imi zambeau vesele. Mi-am bagat telefonul si castile in geanta care cantarea o tona si pe care o purtam cu sila in spate. Am continuat sa merg, iar pe strada umbla o tipa care clar era EMO, cu machiaj negru si haine la fel, mergand impleticit. Parea ca in transa. S-a apropiat de mine, si-a pus mainile pe umerii mei, s-a aplecat si mi-a soptit, avand in voce un ton de disperata:&lt;br /&gt;-Aaa...a...aai..(tremura si zambeste sadic)...co...coc....coca..ina?&lt;br /&gt;Speriata de moarte i-am dat la o parte mainile, am impins-o si am fugit cat ma tineau picioarele. Cand m-am uitat rapid in urma, in fuga mea, ea mergea pe drumul meu cu o mana inainte, ca un zombie. Inima a inceput sa imi bata nebuneste si am marit viteza si, desi stiam ca oricum nu m-ar fi ajuns, am tinut-o asa pana la scoala, unde m-am apropit de clasa mea, povestindu-le speriata inca, cu pupilele dilatate, pur si simplu o poveste de groaza (totusi nu asa de infricosatoare pentru voi daca nu o traiti pe pielea voastra) pe care n-as mai vrea s-o resimt nici in cele mai negre cosmaruri ale mele.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2827065079930715541-2425839172933997529?l=nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com/feeds/2425839172933997529/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com/2010/03/ce-sperietura-doamne.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' 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gd:etag='W/&quot;C08CQn89fSp7ImA9WxBaGEk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827065079930715541.post-1244501738398901918</id><published>2010-03-27T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T22:51:03.165-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-03-28T22:51:03.165-07:00</app:edited><title>Pc-ul si...religia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/S64nhLdrZYI/AAAAAAAAACA/upqtgghFQcE/s1600/cleanhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453339649758684546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/S64nhLdrZYI/AAAAAAAAACA/upqtgghFQcE/s320/cleanhouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Tatal nostru" ...in varianta informatica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tatal nostru care esti pe net,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sfinteasca rooterele tale , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Fie fibra ta optica ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Faca-se conexiunea ta !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Viteza,cea de toate zilele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Da-ne-o noua astazi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Si ne iarta noua conturile pirat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Precum si noi iertam facturile providerilor nostri &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Si nu ne duce pe noi spre flood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Si ne izbaveste de lag ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Windowsul nostru,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Care esti instalat pe hard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Deschide-se ferestrele tale...F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ie crash-ul tau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ca in 95 asa si in 98.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Si zilnicele Servicepacks da-ni le noua,azi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Si ne iarta partitiile Linux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Asa cum si noi iertam greselile din drivere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Si nu ne duce in ecranul albastru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ci izbaveste-ne de conflicte de versiuni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Caci al tau este tot RAM-ul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Si hardul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Si toti hertzii procesorului,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;In veci vecilor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Alt-F4" &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/2827065079930715541-1244501738398901918?l=nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com/feeds/1244501738398901918/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com/2010/03/pc-ul-sireligia.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2827065079930715541/posts/default/1244501738398901918?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2827065079930715541/posts/default/1244501738398901918?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com/2010/03/pc-ul-sireligia.html' title='Pc-ul si...religia'/><author><name>An_AnGeL98</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13818368843147331450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/TRIBIn2QvbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3ZUQFoW9xiE/S220/eye%252Cheart%252Clove-91e71f044064ef90b65bb4ed92905bb9_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/S64nhLdrZYI/AAAAAAAAACA/upqtgghFQcE/s72-c/cleanhouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUINSHk8fSp7ImA9WxBaF00.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827065079930715541.post-5143520914389426713</id><published>2010-03-27T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T08:26:39.775-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-03-27T08:26:39.775-07:00</app:edited><title>Cele mai bune prietene...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/S64cAclu4oI/AAAAAAAAABQ/tPXgTx9yMYU/s1600/prieteni.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453326992792281730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/S64cAclu4oI/AAAAAAAAABQ/tPXgTx9yMYU/s320/prieteni.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stateam si ma gandeam...la prieteni...cine este...aceasta...prietena? am stat putin pe ganduri si am realizat urmatoarele:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru inceput, o prietena este mereu sincera cu tine. o prietena este mereu de partea ta, desi daca se gandeste ca faci o greseala, iti va spune. ea te accepta asa cum esti, te place asa cum esti si nu isi pierde timpul incercand sa te schimbe. o prietena te va ajuta atunci cand vei avea nevoie si nu te tradeaza niciodata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sa fiti cele mai bune prietene inseamna...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...sa ramai peste noapte la ea acasa doar ca sa stati de vorba pana in zori.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...sa izbucniti in ras in acelasi timp, mai ales cand nu trebuie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...sa te resemnezi sa vezi filmul ei preferat pentru a zecea oara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...sa o suni doar ca sa-i spui "sunt langa tine".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...sa invatati acelasi cantec pe dinafara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...sa fii cobaiul ei pentru toate experimentele de machiaj :)).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si ma gandesc la cele mai frumoase momente alaturi de prietena mea, insa mereu m-am intrebat DE CE suntem cele mai bune prietene. Am vorbit cu ea si am fost de acord ca suntem cele mai bune prietene pentru ca...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...nu cadem niciodata de acvord dar ne place la nebunie sa ne certam. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...ma face sa rad chiar si atunci cand plang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...e incantatoare si amuzanta: cu ea totul este minunat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...am putea sa stam oooore in sir la telefon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...nu vorbeste mult, dar spune mereu ceea ce trebuie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...am crescut impreuna...imi este ca o sora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...ne cunoastem atat de bine incat ne-am putea citi gandurile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Ei, pur si simplu DE AIA !!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453334307402743442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/S64iqNow_pI/AAAAAAAAABY/KPBXZfKC1RU/s320/picture+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/2827065079930715541-5143520914389426713?l=nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com/feeds/5143520914389426713/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com/2010/03/cele-mai-bune-prietene.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2827065079930715541/posts/default/5143520914389426713?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2827065079930715541/posts/default/5143520914389426713?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nu-i-drept-da-ce-sa-faci.blogspot.com/2010/03/cele-mai-bune-prietene.html' title='Cele mai bune prietene...'/><author><name>An_AnGeL98</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13818368843147331450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/TRIBIn2QvbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3ZUQFoW9xiE/S220/eye%252Cheart%252Clove-91e71f044064ef90b65bb4ed92905bb9_m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Tl_v5vksTc/S64cAclu4oI/AAAAAAAAABQ/tPXgTx9yMYU/s72-c/prieteni.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkACSHc4cSp7ImA9WxBaFUQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827065079930715541.post-2337588204322180814</id><published>2010-03-26T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T02:12:49.939-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-03-26T02:12:49.939-07:00</app:edited><title>BUZZ! Bine-ati venit in viata de zi cu zi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;           Mda...stiti si voi diminetile alea in care te trezesti cu fata la cearseaf si te gandesti...hai sa mai stau putin in pat, ca n-are nik. Te trezesti vreo 2 ore mai tarziu...bai...am intarziat tre sa m-apuc de teme, tre sa invat, s.a.m.d. Si uite asa te vad oamenii alergand pe strazi ca nebunul, rugandu-te sa nu vina mai devreme profa X, care e o scorpie si da de-a 2, 3 si 4 cat ai clipi si care atunci cand urla la tine, urla cu precipitatii bogate in saliva(bleah) si te gandesti ca mai rau nu se poate si abia astepti week-end-ul. Ora urmatoare descoperi ca, TEROARE! nu ti-ai adus tema la franca si, desi este prima oara, iti da vreo 5 copieri pedeapsa la un text la care juma de ora iti ia doar o copiere si te gandesti da-o naibii de treaba! Orele urmatoare trec cu viteza luminii( stinse :P ). Ajungi acasa si te ia maica-ta la cearta de ce n-ai facut aia si de ce n-ai facut aia? n-ai avut timp? cum sa n-ai timp, mai? la ce ora te-ai trezit? aaaa, lasa ca te trezesc io de-acvum la sase sa vezi si tu cum e... treci la teme! nu mai pierde timpul....(peste 10 minute) hai la plimbare! lasa ca-ti faci temele maine.... si asa se repeta fiecare zi a saptamanii, a lunii, a anului... 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