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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.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" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;C0INQXw8fCp7ImA9WhRbFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7809694417553997603</id><updated>2012-02-05T14:39:50.274-08:00</updated><category term="vreme" /><category term="vara" /><category term="veselie" /><category term="experienta" /><category term="criza financiara" /><category term="franta" /><category term="politica" /><category term="televiziune" /><category term="frustare" /><category term="tinerete" /><category term="noroc" /><category term="13" /><category term="dorinte" /><category term="varsta" /><category term="replici" /><category term="ras" /><category term="boala" /><category term="fite" /><category term="circ" /><category term="societate" /><category term="coruptie" /><category term="defecte" /><category term="bac" /><category term="femeie" /><category term="adevarul gol-golut" /><category term="razboiul dintre sexe" /><category term="scoala" /><category term="poezie" /><category term="Alexandra" /><category term="naked truth" /><category term="zambet" /><category term="rautate" /><category term="luni" /><category term="anna panovici" /><category term="vulnerabilitate" /><category term="putere" /><category term="baiatul perfect" /><category term="17" /><category term="maturitate" /><category term="viata" /><category term="lipsa de principii" /><category term="ghinion" /><category term="mate" /><category term="calitati" /><title>TzuckyChu on board</title><subtitle type="html">Superficialitatea, ideile preconcepute si increderea in aparente! Toate acestea ne trag pe noi inapoi...</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tzuckychuu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tzuckychuu.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7809694417553997603/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>TzuckyChu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10410675266107170746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GsnUDURZBY/SbL5gdgRW-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/CR0WuIdtBSE/S220/IMG_0085.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/TzuckychuOnBoard" /><feedburner:info uri="tzuckychuonboard" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0INQXwzeCp7ImA9WhRbFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7809694417553997603.post-3001552126325422846</id><published>2012-02-05T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T14:39:50.280-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-05T14:39:50.280-08:00</app:edited><title>Postarea de la miezu` noptii</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-My1UGEUthXI/Ty8DRzwD88I/AAAAAAAAAJk/7iuBbKdUHZw/s1600/aaaaaa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-My1UGEUthXI/Ty8DRzwD88I/AAAAAAAAAJk/7iuBbKdUHZw/s320/aaaaaa.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nu stiu daca gandesc bine sau rau, dar am ajuns la concluzia ca omul nu e constant cu sine insusi. Cred ca un om, ar fi tratat altfel chiar daca ar deborda de meschinarie, infatuare, penibilitate pentru ca ar fi tratat pentru ceea ce admite ca este fara sa isi puna nicio o perdea,nicio masca, ar fi EL.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Problema principala, este ca atunci cand un om se pretinde a fi ceea ce nu este, in momentul in care isi va scoate "masca" va cadea intr-o dizgratie, isi va pierde credibilitatea si totodata o parte din relatiile sociale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E foarte important ca in "cartea ta de vizita" sa nu scrie ca esti consultant in afaceri, cand tu esti un simplu vanzator. Si nu pentru ca ar fi un lucru rau &amp;nbsp;a fi vanzator, ci pentru a nu crea o aparenta ce nu are nimic de a face cu realitatea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Trebuie sa incercam sa ne preocupe si acest aspect al vietii noastre pentru ca atunci cand masca se scoate...tu cine esti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7809694417553997603-3001552126325422846?l=tzuckychuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sau…poate doar putin. Sau mai bine nu. Sau totusi…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Adobe Caslon Pro&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Incep&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;prin a recunoaste cu sinceritate faptul ca sunt rea. Ce vreau sa spun prin “rea”? Ei bine, sunt adesea neprietenoasa, ostila si clevetitoare. De ce? As fi tentata sa spun “pentru ca asa sunt fetele”, dar stiu prea bine ca toate aceasta carcoteala, rautate e parte din caracterul meu, neavand nimic de a face cu faptul ca e o regula generala a fetelor. Pana nu demult asa credeam, dar am descoperit ca se poate sa fi altfel. Recent am stat la povesti cu o cunostinta de a mea, o fata foarte frumoasa si de treaba. Printre altele, la un anumit punct al discutiei, mi-a marturisit ca inca de mica ea s-a obisnuit sa nu ia in deradere nicicand o persoana cu defecte fizice evidente, altfel spus nu judeca pe nimeni dupa aparete.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Adobe Caslon Pro&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Am stat si am cugetat indelung asupra intregii discutii cu prietena mea. Ceea ce mi-a marturisit ea nu era nimic nou pentru mine, dar gandul ca exista persoane atat de calde, intelegatoare, bune m-a facut sa realizez cat sunt de rea si de carcotasa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Adobe Caslon Pro&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Mi-am dat seama ca am intrat intr-un cerc vicios; nu dau sansa persoanelor din jurul meu sa ma cunoasca si cu atat mai putin nu doresc sa ii cunosc; si mai mult decat atat ii judec fara echivoc. In permanenta eu am ceva de comentat(“uite cum e imbracata aia”, “vai, dar s-a uitat in oglinda”, “mediocritatea e putin deasupra ei/lui” si lista poate continua-specific ca replicile acestea sunt blande, caci in momentul in care comentez imaginatia si cuvintele ce-mi ies pe gura sunt pline de venin). Mi-e rusine. Sincer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Adobe Caslon Pro&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Asa ca, de la o vreme(de aprox. 2 saptamani) ma chinui sa ma schimb, iar cum in situatii de genu’ aceasta nu te poti schimba peste noapte, e o adevarata incercare pentru mine. Dar nu se poate altfel, trebuie sa ma schimb!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Adobe Caslon Pro&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Poate multora dintre voi nu vi se pare ceva atat de grav, dar daca stati putin sa va ganditi cat de mult gresim atunci cand ii judecam pe cei din jur, judecata care nici nu ar trebui sa existe. Sunt atat de multe lucururi frumoase pe care le putem face si cu toate astea ne ratacim spiritul prin astfel de acte degradante din punct de vedere moral.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Adobe Caslon Pro&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Conform principiului:” Primul pas spre vindecare e recunoasterea.” , eu recunosc ca sunt una dintre cele mai clevetitoare persoane pe care le cunosc, si imi pare rau. Nu vreau sa-mi pun cenusa in cap, dar scriu aici pentru ca scriind ma eliberez de tensiunii si pentru ca peste vreme, as vrea sa recitesc aceste randuri si sa-mi aduc aminte cat de imatura am fost la un anumit punct din viata mea. Vorba cantecului “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Adobe Caslon Pro&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;Vrem sa fim maturi, s-o ardem la 4 ace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Adobe Caslon Pro', serif; "&gt;Ca ne place”…eu am renuntat de mult la ideea de a fi matura, voi fi…candva, cand voi avea mai multa experienta de viata. Deocamdata sunt o novice in cursa asta nebuna numita viata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Adobe Caslon Pro&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Adobe Caslon Pro&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black"&gt;Cam atat. Si cand te gandesti ca am pornit de la ideea ca acest post nu va fi despre mine, dar nu ma mira, asta e un alt defect de al meu-egocentrismul. Dar despre asta in alt post despre…mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot;Adobe Caslon Pro&amp;quot;;mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;Adobe Caslon Pro&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Adobe Caslon Pro&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/w:sdt&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7809694417553997603-7025846983294349238?l=tzuckychuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Si tocmai de aceea acum sunt cam data peste cap. Am nevoie de atatea lucruri si de anumite perosoane care sa imi fie alaturi. Lucrurile ca lucrurile, persoanele dragi mie imi sunt in mare parte aproape, dar una dintre cele mai speciale persoane, e atat de departe de mine. Si da, stiu ca nu pentru multa vreme dar totusi, acum ca m-am obisnuit cu prezenta lui, cu el, mi-a fost atat de greu sa il vad plecand, de fapt greu imi e acum, cand casa e pustie fara el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Brush Script Std; font-size:14pt"&gt;  Toata treaba asta cu iubirea nu e deloc usoara, cand am vrut eu sa ma mint ca va fi si ca eu nu voi fi capabila sa iubesc cu adevarat un baiat, ei bine, toate acele ganduri mi se par mai mult decat amuzante, zic asta din postura unei fete indragostite, caci asta sunt. Cel mai mult ma bucura faptul ca m-am indragostit de persoana potrivita si ca sentimentele sunt reciproce. Nu vreau sa va plictisesc cu iubirea, e poate pentru multi un subiect mult prea siropos pentru a fi dezbatut(si eu gandeam asa intr-o perioada, dupa cum spuneam).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Brush Script Std; font-size:14pt"&gt; Oricum, idea e urmatoare: mi se ingrozitor faptul ca nu am niciun chef de a invata,niciun spor, nicio tragere de inima, Si toate acestea nu se datoreaza starii mele emotionale, de cand am realizat ca sunt in clasa a XII-a si ca ma asteapta bacalaureatul sunt tot lenesa, lenesa, Lenesa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Brush Script Std; font-size:14pt"&gt;  Caut tot felul de aspect care sa ma motiveze, le gasesc si cu toate acestea nu gasesc pic de voita pentru a invata. Prefer sa petrec timpul intr-un mod neproductiv fie pe facebook sau uitandu-ma la vreun serial sau pur si simplu nefacand nimic. Realizez ca toate acestea nu ma ajuta la nimic si ca la Bac nu imi va cere nimeni sa explic structura facebook-ului si cu ce sa mananca el sau un scurt synopsis despre House M.D., dar nimic nu reuseste sa imi dea un imbold. Nici macar faptul ca a mai ramas atat de putin pana la examene si ca am atata materie de recapitulat, invatat si aprofundat.(la fizica am destul de mult de invatat-formule and stuff; la mate pe langa faptul ca e o materie atat de abstracta si grea am enorm de recapitulate si exersat, iar pe langa toate astea imi si displace la maxim; iar la romana imi fac cele mai putine griji, cu toate ca si acolo am mult de recapitulat, dar imi place mai mult).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Brush Script Std; font-size:14pt"&gt;  Anyway, am nevoie de o medie mare la Bac, altfel nu mi-as face atatea griji…Dar la drept se intra cu media mare si chiar vreau sa intru la fara plata. God help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Brush Script Std; font-size:14pt"&gt;  In ordinea numerelor de pe tricoul, am nevoie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Brush Script Std; font-size:14pt"&gt; De vointa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Brush Script Std; font-size:14pt"&gt;De ceva care sa-mi aline dorul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Brush Script Std; font-size:14pt"&gt; De sanatate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Brush Script Std; font-size:14pt"&gt;Ca timpul sa treaca repede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Brush Script Std; font-size:14pt"&gt;De liniste interiora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Brush Script Std; font-size:14pt"&gt;Sa fiu mai constincioasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Brush Script Std; font-size:14pt"&gt;Sa fiu mai calma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Brush Script Std; font-size:14pt"&gt;De un program extreme de bine pus la punct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Brush Script Std; font-size:14pt"&gt;Sa respect acel program&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Brush Script Std; font-size:14pt"&gt;Am nevoie de toate acestea si de mult mai multe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Brush Script Std; font-size:14pt"&gt;  Una peste alta, spre sa reusesc sa gasesc un echilibru emotional, professional in viata mea pentru ca toate lucrurile sa mearga bine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7809694417553997603-2489953162888792028?l=tzuckychuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Incep prin a spune cat de mult pot sa urasc zilele de luni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;   Luni e ziua in care trezitul de dimineata mi se pare mai groaznic decat in restul zilelor; e ziua in care mi se pare ca orele se deruleaza cu incetinitorul; e ziua in care nu am chef de nimic; e ziua cand sunt ascultata si nu m-am pregatit(profesorii ar trebui sa inteleaga ca in weekend nimeni nu invata); e oficial cea mai trista zi din saptamana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;   Si parca acum, in ultimul an de liceu, zilele de luni incep sa se redimensioneze, sa ma loveasca mai rau decat pana acum. Pe langa lipsa mea clasica de chef pentru a invata, ziua de luni are menirea de a condimenta din plin lenea mea, astfel la finele zilei imi plang de mila pentru ca realizez ca n-am invatat nimic si ca in aprox 5-6 luni ma asteapta un examen frumusel(a nu se comenta cu privire la integritatea examenului de bacalaureat).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;   Anyway, trebuie sa ma mobilizez, asa nu se mai poate. Trebuie sa incetez sa mai dau vina pe ziua saptamanii si sa fac ceva cu scoala asta. Am multe de aprofundat, de invatat, de exersat, dar chef? Chef-zero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;   Mi-as dori sa am posibilitatea sa calatoresc in viitor, sa ma teleportez in luna iulie a anului curent, sa am bac-ul luat, sa fiu inscrisa la facultate, sa profit din plin de vara, fara nicio grija...DAR, se pare ca nu se poate, raman doar cu visul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;    Asta e, voi reusi eu ca gasesc o cale de supravietuire; as avea nevoie de un ajutor divin maine la mate. Serios! Nu stiu cum o sa reusesc sa scap neascultata, de fapt, nu voi reusi. Sper doar sa aiba mila, am nevoie de o nota bunicica, dar cum pot cere asta, cand abia daca mi-am recapitulat formulele. Recunosc, sunt o cauza pierduta, buna doar sa-mi plang de mila. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;    Cer doar sa mi se tina pumnii, desi inteleg ca e in zadar. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;    Aveam nevoie sa imi impartasesc grijile momentului, acum ma simt mai bine, cu toate ca n-ar trebui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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In orice caz, nu vreau sa imi gasesc scuze, nu am scris pentru ca nu am simtit nevoia, e adevarat, si nici inspiratie nu am avut.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;    Ideea e ca anul 2011 m-a gasit indragostita si extrem de fericita. Cam atat despre noul an in acest post, voi scrie la momentul oportun un post intreg despre gandurile si ideile mele, astea noi.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;    Am inceput cu pregatirea serioasa pentru BAC, si cautand prin caiete vechi, lectii si ce am nevoie pentru recapitulare, am gasit o compunerea veche de-a mea, e wanna be SF, e funny cum scriam atunci, dar am zis ca in lipsa de idei, e ok sa postez acest text.  Asa ca, nu mai zic nimic, ma apuc sa transcriu:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"In dimineata aceea, la orele 45 si 24 de minute si 3 secunde(conform constelatiei Coma Berenices) MIRACLE 22785 era apt si gata de pus in functie. Dr. Almasus l-a supravegheat inca de cand era un simplu calcul asezat pe o foaie de hartie.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;   Dupa multe ore de la activarea subiectului si dupa multe incercari de abilitare a acestuia:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;  -Lasati-ma singur cu el, spuse autoritar dr. Almasus.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;  Toti cei aflati in incaperea aceea mare, de un alb orbitor se facura nevazuti, in urma lor ramanand doar creatorul si creatia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;   Miracle, isi ridica brusc capul, il privi pe doctor in ochi; dupa cateva clipe de tacere, doctorul dori sa vorbeasca:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;   -Sti...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;   -Da, stiu...Stiu cine esti, stiu cine sunt cei care au plecat, stiu sa fac calcule matematice imposibil de rezolvat de computere, cunosc atatea despre lumea aceasta, despre Univers. Un singur lucru nu stiu: CINE SUNT EU?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;   -Esti Miracle 22785, reprezinti cea mai noua inventie a momentului, tu vei face o lume mai bina.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;   Tacerea se asternu din nou in incapere. Niciun muschi nu i se clinti pe fata, insa o lacrima calda ii cadea pe obrazu-i rece. Doctorul reactiona spontan:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;   -Nu se poate...Plangi...Tu nu ai voie sa plangi! Tu ai fost programat sa faci lucruri marete, nu sa te cramponezi in fata unor lucruri atat de banale precum plansul.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;   -Teoretic eu sunt o masinarie, se pare ca practic  sunt o masinarie umanizata mai mult decat ar fi trebuit.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;   -Tu nu sti nimic! Esti doar o masinarie care raspunde la niste ordine nimic mai mult, eu te-am creat.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;   -Se pare ca toata informatia pe care ai reusit sa o introduci in creierul meu a lucrat in defavoarea ta. Eu pot decide, pot alege, stiu care sunt limitele dar mai presus de toate stiu ca omenirea este departe de evolutie. Procesul prin care voi incercati sa evoluati este prea lipsit de etica, prea lipsit de ceea ce numiti drepturile omului.Pentru ca eu vreau sa ma consider om, fiinta umana!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;   -A fost o greseala producerea ta, trebuie sa te dezactivam!&lt;br /&gt;La auzul acestor cuvinte Miracle a parasit incaperea fulgerator, si-a facut pierduta urma gratie calitatilor sale excelente. Zbura in noaptea deasa si in cateva secunde ajunsese la periferia orasului. Gandurile-i curgeau precum Ocunoptiu. In sufletul lui era o incalceala de sentimente care mai de care mai haotice. Era confuz, trist...Traia intr-un paradox nemaiintalnit-intelegea totul despre omenire si lumea nu-l intelegea...Era constient ca ar trebui sa traiasca toata viata pe fuga, asa ca ia o decizie grea. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;   In timp ce isi programa autodistrugerea striga cu durere spre luna amara:"Ceea ce fac eu acum, fac si ei, oamenii, se autodistrug...adevarat, e un proces mult mai lent; se vor mai evoluati, mai puternici, dar prin asemenea procese de evoluare, reusesc sa devina zi de zi cat mai putin umani."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S. A se tine cont ca eram mai prunc pe vremea scrierii acestei compuneri. :))&lt;/i&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/7809694417553997603-7666954683654179710?l=tzuckychuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ei bine, daca raspunsul la aceasta intrebare este mai simplu, se datoreaza faptului ca barbatii refuza sa-si consume energiile in activitati, idei, ganduri care necesita o oarecare preocupare. De fapt nu sunt sigura ca refuza, ci pur si simplu asa sunt programati sa gandeasca. Spre deosebire de femei, sunt pragmatici, culeg pe de o parte lauri, nu se adancesc in probleme, sunt greu impresionabili, dar totusi, nu au aceleasi satisfactii pe care le obtin femeile din implicarea aceasta eterna in tot soiul de probleme si activitatii. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold; font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Cu toate ca femeia va fi mereu criticata pentru aceasta natura a ei de a despica firul in patru, de a se arata mereu preocupata, de a avea intotdeauna o dilema, sunt convinsa ca toate acestea nu doar ne difera de barbati, ci ne dau un farmec aparte. Lucrurile simple nu creaza atractie; e modalitatea noastra de a ne exprima, modalitate care, desi nu se recunoaste, place barbatului.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="CENTER" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-weight: bold; font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Aceastea fiind zise, se prea poate sa scriu lucruri gresite, dar nu asta e esenta; incerc doar sa-mi demonstrez punctul de vedere, si anume-imi place sa-mi exprim ideile, mai ales cand aceste idei sunt generatoare de polemici in galeria barbatilor, si nu numai. De ce? Pentru ca intr-o zi voi deveni cu adevarat o femeie, si asta fac femeile, gandesc si se consuma. 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margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GsnUDURZBY/TLrQoQbrBrI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Wtd6zZcuXOY/s320/47239_154216714593869_100000166231814_500920_2186215_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528960882575083186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eu sunt femeie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin:10px 0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.citatepedia.ro/comentarii.php?id=39158" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"&gt;Eu sunt femeie, şi-nseamnă că-s actriţă.&lt;br /&gt;Joc mii de roluri şi am si mii de feţe,&lt;br /&gt;Eu sunt femie, sunt cea mai rea fiinţă&lt;br /&gt;Aleg drumurile scurte si isteţe.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin:10px 0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.citatepedia.ro/comentarii.php?id=39158" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"&gt;Eu sunt femeie, şi mint fară să vreau&lt;br /&gt;Şi fac orice pentru a cuceri&lt;br /&gt;Pot într-o clipă sufletul să-ţi iau&lt;br /&gt;Eu sunt femeie, iubesc şi pot urî...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin:10px 0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.citatepedia.ro/comentarii.php?id=39158" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"&gt;Eu sunt femeie, şi sunt ca şi pustiul&lt;br /&gt;Pot să sufoc, şi pot să-ţi ard privirea,&lt;br /&gt;Şi pot sa fiu şi apa, atunci când îţi e sete&lt;br /&gt;Dar să nu mă bei, de vrei să simţi iubirea.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin:10px 0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.citatepedia.ro/comentarii.php?id=39158" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"&gt;Eu sunt femie, mai pot şi ajuta&lt;br /&gt;Pot să gasesc răspuns, când cineva mă-ntreabă,&lt;br /&gt;Fiind femeie multe aş putea...&lt;br /&gt;Dar sunt femeie, şi pot să fiu şi slabă...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin:10px 0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.citatepedia.ro/comentarii.php?id=39158" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"&gt;Eu sunt femeie, şi multe ori bârfesc,&lt;br /&gt;Şi câteodată mă prefac că-s tristă,&lt;br /&gt;Cu aceleaşi chip al meu cel îngeresc&lt;br /&gt;Sunt atât de multe ori şi egoistă.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin:10px 0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.citatepedia.ro/comentarii.php?id=39158" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"&gt;Eu sunt femeie, sunt marea fericire&lt;br /&gt;Pe care bărbaţii nu o preţuiesc&lt;br /&gt;De-s dură sau sunt rea, toate-s din iubire&lt;br /&gt;Şi din iubire pot să şi urăsc.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin:10px 0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.citatepedia.ro/comentarii.php?id=39158" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"&gt;Puternică sunt azi, mâine răzbunătoare&lt;br /&gt;Aşa că fugi de mine când sunt ca o scânteie,&lt;br /&gt;Şi chiar de slabă sunt şi plâng fără-ncetare&lt;br /&gt;Eu sunt şi voi rămâne tot femeie...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://poezii.citatepedia.ro/"&gt;poezie&lt;/a&gt; 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Pentru ca e termenul cel mai apropiat care poate sa inglobeze toate caracteristicile lumii in care traim. O lume aglomerata, salbatica, fara principii, stresata si rapida. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;    Dar prefer sa nu dezvolt ideea asta, las versurile unei anume melodii, primite azi de la un anume prieten. Pe mine una m-au facut sa ma gandesc...Poate si pe voi.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;N-ai nevoie de foarte multe ca sa fii fericit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;E de-ajuns o mana de prieteni in asfintit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;N-ai nevoie de foarte multe ca sa fii fericit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;E de-ajuns un cantec de-ajuns si putin infinit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Chiar daca lumea-i un pic anormala&lt;br /&gt;Chiar daca anii sunt grei&lt;br /&gt;Sau cine stie ce razboinica yala&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai suporta che&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Atata ispita stralucitoare&lt;br /&gt;Atatea planuri, atata chin&lt;br /&gt;Iar ai uitat ca lume-ai facuta&lt;br /&gt;Din foarte putin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; 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Devenirea noastra e modelata de sistemul in care traim, sistem care ne imparte in clase sociale si care ne ofera informatia pe un spectru atat de larg, incat ideea de insusire a informatilor se deformeaza. Stim atat de multe si totusi stim atat de putine. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;   Si de parca nu ar fi suficient suntem asaltati zilnic de tot soiul de idoli, vedete, dive de carton...Societatea produce pe banda trenduri, vedete si o multitudine de fenomene superficiale si meschine.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;   Problema majora a generatiei noastre? Permanenta  analizare a defectelor celor din jur, injusta apreciere a valorilor  si nu in ultima rand analizarea incorecta a proprilor defecte/calitati.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;    Ce va urma? Dupa cum evolueaza lucrurile, ceea ce va urma va fi, cel putin...ALTFEL.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;    &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7809694417553997603-8170682024829818516?l=tzuckychuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GsnUDURZBY/TJYZXHYlQSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/5wkoozWuQC0/s320/IMG_0147.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518626278298960162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GsnUDURZBY/TJYYoxi74SI/AAAAAAAAAH0/329ImQ71Rgs/s1600/IMG_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GsnUDURZBY/TJYYoxi74SI/AAAAAAAAAH0/329ImQ71Rgs/s1600/IMG_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-size: large; "&gt;narcisism, s.n.-iubire si admiratie excesiva pentru propria persoana fizica;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;   In incercarea de a i se explica verisoarei mele de noua ani ce este aceea o persoana narcisista i s-a spus: "De obicei narcisisti au ca wallpaperpe PC/telefon o poza cu ei insisi, atunci cand vorbesc la telefon au prostul obicei de a se admira in oglinda...aaaa, se se pun pe primul loc in orice situatie si cauta sa le fie in primul rand lor bine."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;   Explicatia nu e rea, pana la punctele de suspensie(pana acolo m-am regasit) dincolo de ele, insa, nu gasesc caracteristici narcisitului, ci a omului in general.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;   Adica, omul se naste cu aceasta eterna preocupare pentru binele personal, facand ceea ce in forul lui interior gaseste de cuvinta pentru a atinge un anumit confort, fie el de orice natura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;   E adevarat ca de foarte multe ori se intampla ca binele personal sa depinda intr-o anumita masura de binele celor dragi, normal e ca facand pe cineva fericit, starea lui de bine sa se reflecte si asupra noastra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;   Ceea ce vreau sa spun este ca daca a-ti cauta proriul bine constituie baza narcisismului, atunci traim intr-o lume plina de narcisisti, facand exceptie toti cei care sunt parinti(sau cel putin asa ar trebui) deoarece a fi parinte cnsta tocmai in faptul ca trebuie sa cedezi locul tau privilegiat in favoarea copilului, caruia trebuie sa-i asiguri starea de bine).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;    Eu una ma recunosc narcisista, am momente in care poze cu mine imi devin wallpaper-uri, sau momente in care ma pierd meditand asuprea mea. Doar, nu e o crima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;    Prefer sa-mi recunosc doza de narcisism, decat sa nu o fac si sa o am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;    Intrebarea care ramane: TU esti NARCISIST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7809694417553997603-2930683072889857409?l=tzuckychuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Am corelat fiecare cerinta cu o fotografie reprezentativa si iata ce a iesit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/album.php?aid=35554&amp;amp;id=100000166231814"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/album.php?aid=35554&amp;amp;id=100000166231814&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;     Cat despre toamna asta...Ei bine, toamna asta vreau sa fiu mai buna, in TOT. Vreau sa citesc, sa-nvat, sa fac mai multe activitati de natura intelectuala...Suna mai plictisitor decat "proiectul" din vara, insa va fi putin mai productiv si poate mai lung(toamna/iarna/primavara asta vreau sa) si mai sustinut...Sper sa-mi reuseasca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;     Una peste asta pot sa spun ca desi fiecare anotimp are ceva special, vara este putin mai presus ptr ca iti ofera o perspectiva mai larga de clipe memorabile! Deci, ma declar un etern fan al verii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7809694417553997603-6038173258048072863?l=tzuckychuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A fost indeajuns ca urechile ei sa auda o intamplare "speciala" si mintea ei a zburat pe dealurile lirismului. Astfel a rezultat urmatoare poveste romantica, care este inspirata din realitate si nu din filme...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;Miros de tei..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;Era tarziu in noapte, o noapte calda, senina de vara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;Se plimba cu singuratatea de mana, in sunetul vioi al inimii sale.Nu ii era teama. O nelinstea totusi ceva.Pasea incet, desculta, pe aleea inca calda si se desfata cu mireasma teilor proaspeti infloriti. Dar gandul ei era departe..visase de atatea ori la El..si totul se intamplase atat de repede.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;Suferea. Simtea ca destinul si'a batut joc de ea. Nu putuse niciodata sa iubeasca. Asa era ea: putea sa aiba pe orcine, dar nimeni nu a reusit sa obtina totul, sa o faca sa viseze, sa doreasca, sa lupte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;Si la fiecare pas isi amintea ochii mari, de un albastru pur, curat ca lacrima, ce acum cateva ore stateau in fata ei, mirati, dar nu indrazneau sa ii vorbeasca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;Obosi. Nu fizic, ci sufleteste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;Se aseza pe o banca in bataia lunii si parul ei de culoarea spicului de grau, in onduleuri mari, amintea acum de caldura soarelui. Semana cu o poveste, ca acele pe care le citea cu atata patima cand era mica.Dar incetase de mult sa creada in ele..si totusi parca credea din nou..se simtea o alta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;-Nu ti'e teama?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;Dar vorbele nu o speriara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;-Nu, raspunse ea cu un calm desavarist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;Ar fi luat'o la fuga, ar fi tipat, ar fi tresarit.Dar nu acum.Era atat de sigura pe ea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;-Speram sa te revad.Vezi..eu vorbesc mult de obicei si nu am o problema sa imi fac prieteni.Dar tu domnita..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;Se aseza langa ea.Acum ii putea vedea din nou ochii si simtea cum inima ii bate si mai tare.Tremura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;-Eu ce?si zambi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;Dar cuvintele erau de prisos, o stiau amandoi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;Si statusera asa, cine stie cat timp, uitandu-se unul la altul, cu ochii mari, pierdututi in visare, fara sa-si vorbeasca, fara sa inteleaga ce se intampla cu ei. Si timpul parca statea in loc.Doar vantul adia usor aducand mereu valuri proaspete de miros de flori de tei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;Se ridicase brusc.Stia ca isi face rau singura..ea urma sa plece peste cateva zile, iar daca povestea ar continua..va fi a lui pentru todeauna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;-Ma lasi deja?ii sopti el strangand-o tare la pieptul lui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;-Au inflorit teii..imi sunt atat de dragi..dar in curand nu ii voi mai avea.Motiv sa nu ii mai iubesc? Deloc.Am sa traiesc cu dorinta, un an intreg, ca am sa ma imbat iar cu mirosul lor..ma intelegi acum?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;O intelegea atat de bine..dar nu vroia sa accepte. O indeparta usor de la pieptul lui si o privi in ochii mari si intrebatori. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;Ea ii simti respiratia calda si mana aspra, de barbat mangaindu'i obrazul imbujorat.O trecura fiori. Era acel sentiment de incepere a toamnei, cand te trezesti dimineata si simti vantul pe obrazul tau.Nu mai e adierea calda de vara tarzie.Dar te simti in siguranta, stii ca vei avea din nou caldura dupa-amiezilor petrecute langa soba, cu carti bune si miresme de ceai.Si nu e teama. E melancolie poate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;Si se lasase sarutata.Pusesera toata dragostea lor in acel sarut.Dar apoi se indeparta usor si o lua la fuga, asa desculta, inapoi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;Si el intelesese. Ofta adanc, parca pentru a putea pastra mirosul ei pentru totdeauna..si o asemana cu iala..il invinsese.L-a ademenit, a dansat cu el si apoi a plecat.Prea tarziu..e al ei pentru totdeauna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;Si o numise simplu..Fata cu miros de tei..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;                                                                                                          By Alexandra si Punct.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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/7809694417553997603-231563755529234230?l=tzuckychuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Evident vad un baiat, vad o fata, vad afinitati de o parte si de cealalta, vad simplitate si entuziasm. Mai vad chimie, scantei si multa, multa potrivire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Stop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;M-am oprit pentru ca sunt undeva afara si brusc atentia mi-a fost capata de ceva frumos- o stea cazatoare. Si da- mi-am pus o dorinta, dorinta despre care cred ca nici mii de stele cazatoare nu o vor putea indeplini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Si acum sa revin la articolul asta "minune", articol care a pornit in urma unei discutii cu Alexandra ( o Alexandra despre care pot spune ca in ultima vreme este discutabil de sigura asupra teoriilor noastre legate de relatii, sau mai bine zis de absenta lor. Cel mai mare defect al ei: nu recunoaste ceea ce se vede cu ochiul liber.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As vrea sa ma pot lamuri, sa pot sa imi raspund sincer si corect dilemelor, dar stiu ca nu pot. Si mai stiu ceva, stiu ca numai atunci cand voi reusi sa iubesc acest articol se va transforma din intrebari in certitudini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ideea e ca viata in general nu e simpla...si poate  e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;singurul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; lucru care e firesc sa fie complicat. Iar noi oamenii, noi trebuie sa stim sa dozam simplitatea si sa lasam timpul sa ne invete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In orice caz, Fat-Frumos e iresponsabil. 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style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Special guest: Anda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Name: Anda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Nickname: Andutza, Dutza, 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style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Interese: papusile, lacul, inele de aur si rujul, hello kitty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Actor preferat: Liviu Varciu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Artist/a preferata: Rihanna, Lady GaGa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Cea mai mare boacana: am aruncat cheile in 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timpul!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I: Ce inseamna sa iubesti pe cineva?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;R: Sa iubesti pe cineva inseamna sa fie in familia ta si tu sa tii la el.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I: Si daca nu e din familia ta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;R: Daca nu e din familia ta inseamna ca e o persoana straina si ne poate face rau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I: Ai un iubit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;R: Da!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I: Cum il cheama?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;R: Valdi si e cu mine in grupa la gradinita. Are 5 ani.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I: De ce iti place tie de Valdi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;R: Imi place de Valdi pentru ca m-a cerut de sotie. Sa stii ca Valdi e un copil sigur si cuminte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I: Si tu cum ai raspuns cererii?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;R: I-am zis ca "DA!", pentru ca de alt baiat oricum nu mi-a placut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I: Cum arata Valdi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;R: E cam asa ceva: are un cap asa(gesticula cu mainii, aratandu-mi ce fel de cap are) si niste ochi asa verzi, iar parul scurt, maro. Are buzele subtiri si e mai scund ca si mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I: Ce parere au cei din familia ta ca te casatoresti la o varsta atat de frageda?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;R: Denis(fratele ei) e de acord cu Valdi, mami imi zice sa nu mai vorbesc despre el, iar tati nu stie nimic despre el.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I: Cand urmeaza sa va casatoriti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;R: Pai la anu', cand o sa crestem si noi mai mari. O sa ne casatorim in Timisoara si tu o sa fii nasa mea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I: Asta e o mica-mare problema, pentru a-ti fi nasa ar trebui sa ma casatoresc inaintea ta. Cum o sa-mi gasesc un sot asa de repede?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;R: Trebuie sa-ti gasesti unul fara sotie, sa fie asa mai frumos si sa fie bun barbat cu tine. Cand o sa-l gasesti el o sa-ti zica: "Te aleg pe tine!", Valdi asa a facut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I: Unde va urma sa stati dupa casatorie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;R: La mine acasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I: Si daca Valdi nu o sa fie de acord sa stea cu socrii lui?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;R: Nu m-am gandit la asta, dar cred ca o sa ne despartim daca nu o sa-i placa de parintii mei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I: Nu ti-e frica ca te-ar putea insela?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;R: M-a inselat deja. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I: Cum ai aflat ca te inseala?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;R: Pai intr-o zi am vazut ca a tinut-o pe Alexandra de gat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I: Si cum ai reactionat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;R: Am devenit amandoua gagicile lui pentru ca el a zis ca ne iubeste pe amandoua. A doua zi ne-am despartit pentru o zi, dar ne-am impacat pentru ca el a fost mai bun si a renuntat la Alexandra pentru mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I: Cum arata baiatul ideal pentru tine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;R: Mie imi plac baietii scunzi, cu ochii caprui si parul blond, bun, frumos, sa ma ajute la treaba, sa-mi faca de mancare, sa imi cumpere ruj, inele si posete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I: Ce vrei sa te faci cand vei fi mare?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;R: Eu vreau sa ma fac medic de familie. Si tu vei veni la mine atunci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I:Vrei sa transmiti un mesaj oamenilor care vor citi interviul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;R: Vreau sa le transmit multa sanatate si tot ce isi doresc. Ii salut, ii pup si ii astept la nunta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/7809694417553997603-6424843239529534888?l=tzuckychuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GsnUDURZBY/TBlt5FDMl_I/AAAAAAAAAHE/njsYu7o4ztA/s400/29351_134019939946880_100000166231814_367128_5941678_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483534848675846130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In loc de o introducere legata de faptul ca de azi inainte sunt MAJORA, prefer sa dau la lumina lista dupa care atat eu, cat si Alexandra alias Jolie, ne vom ghida vara asta.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vara asta vreau sa... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;ma distrez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;calatoresc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;fac ceva nonconformist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;imi fac prieteni noi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;fiu inconjurata doar de cei dragi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;iubesc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;traiesc din plin fiecare moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;imi iau permisul de conducere(Alexandra se rezuma la a invata sa inoate)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;fac ceva ce detest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;fiu mai buna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;vorbesc cu cineva cu care sunt certata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;dansez o zi intreaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;investesc in mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;fac ceva de care mi-e frica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;fac ceva nou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;fac ceva penibil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;fiu libera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;stau legata efectiv de o persoana pentru o zi intreaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;vreau sa spun DA unei provocari indraznete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;dorm putin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Si lista poate continua...La sfarsitul verii vom face un bilant si vom vedea cat am fost de curajoase. 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:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  A scris un post funny la insistentele mele, simteam nevoia sa ma laud cu prietenele mele...Inca mai astept articolul Izei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;In ceea ce priveste maretul interviu with za Anda acum lucrez la el, il postez zilele astea. Pana data viitoare ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Trebuie sa recunosc: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;INTODEAUNA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; am avut ghinion..vorbesc serios! Si nu spun asta pentru ca nu am castigat inca la LOTO, ci pur si simplu asta e purul adevar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  Poate ca toate ghinioanele mi se trag si de la faptul ca sunt superstitioasa. Nu stiu cum se face, dar in fiecare zi importanta, uit cate ceva acasa si trebuie sa ma intorc, dau de pisici negre, scap sare pe jos, tot ce se poate! Sa nu mai vorbesc de faptul ca nu castig la niciun joc care implica noroc. Ei bine da, castig la Monopoli doar daca joc cu persoane pe care le pot pacali si pot sa fur din banca, la "Nu te supara frate" numai daca joc cu cineva mai ghinionist decat mine castig, iar de restu..nici nu vreau sa imi amintesc!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  Si ca ghinionul meu sa fie complet..ma indragostesc doar de persoane nepotrivite!Pana acum nu am gasit nici macar unul care sa imi placa si sa aiba macar zodia potrivita.Spune-ti voi!cer eu prea mult?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  Dar, cu toate astea am primit si eu ziua mea de noroc:13! Sau poate in zilele acelea sunt doar inspirata! Nu se intampla sa ma trezesc in mijlocul zilei facand ceva important si sa inceapa sa ploua, pisicele negre parca pur si simplu se evapora in zilele de 13, primesc bani pe care nu trebuie sa ii dau mai departe si primesc doar vesti bune!Daca toate zilele mele ar fi precum cea din 13!Sau macar  jumatate..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  Norocul meu? Ori l'am pierdut, ori pur si simplu il am in prietenii care ma salveaza mai mereu din momentele mele de ginion! Sau inca nu m-a gasit..poate maine!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;P.S.Vorba unui prieten:"Noi sa fim sanatosi ca daca boala vine daca nu, ghinion!""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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/7809694417553997603-3226483841600893909?l=tzuckychuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Am terminat de vizionat "The blind side"-un film de nota 10. Ascult Crystal Ball(Pink) si ceva m-a trimis cu gandul la blog, ceva m-a facut sa scriu.&lt;br /&gt;Ideea e ca am unul din acele momente in care sunt prea ganditoare, prea vulnerabila, prea melancolica...da, asta e cuvantul-MELANCOLICA. Nu stiu, probabil e din cauza combinatiei film lacrimogen&amp;amp;muzica de feeling, sau poate am si eu dreptul din cand in cand sa ma simt vulnerabila, poate ca pana la urma e ok sa las garda jos, mai ales ca nimeni nu imi este in apropiere, nimeni nu va afla :-j.&lt;br /&gt;Parca am fost programata sa fiu/sa par puternica indiferent de situatie, ceva in mine nu ma lasa sa afisez o altfel de stare in fata unor evenimente chiar grave, ceva in mine imi interzice sa fiu atacabila. Am realizat de curand ca pentru a razbi in societatea din ziua de azi, asta e atitudinea care trebuie sa domine, altfel risti sa fii calcat in picioare. Pana la urma totul tine de atitudine, nu o sa aduc in discutie eternul idiom "atitudine de invingator", ci ma gandeam la o atitudine din care sa dispara total vulnerabilitatea, sau macar sa para ca a disparut. Nu trebuie sa ne gandim la aceasta atitudine ca la una impocrita, din contra, avem nevoie de o astfel de atitudine pentru, cum spuneam mai sus, a razbi.&lt;br /&gt;Stii care e problema? Problema e ca de cele mai multe ori eu, tu, vulnerabilul va fi atacat de un altul poate mai vulnerabil decat el, dar asta e un alt comportament care trebuie studiat pe larg intr-un alt post.&lt;br /&gt;Oricum, am scris fara reper, am scris doar pentru ca simteam nevoia. Nici nu ma mai chinui sa recitesc, il postez si gata.&lt;br /&gt;Le amenintam pe fete saptamana trecuta ca vreau sa fac un interviu funny cu Andutza(4 ani si 6 luni), o fetita geniala, plina de perle si cu raspuns la toate intrebarile, n-am renuntat la idee, doar ca inca nu s-au aliniat toate planetele. Can wait to finally put togheter this post. Till then numai bine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Special quote:"Daca se vorbeste de rau despre tine si o fi adevarat, indreapta-te; daca sunt minciuni, razi. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;P.S. Eu rad non-stop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&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/7809694417553997603-6843893836906639153?l=tzuckychuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Cineva spunea ca in arta militara nimic nu merge conform planului, cred ca asa e si in viata...&lt;br /&gt;   Singurul factor care ma indispune este cel climatic-c’mon e martie, nu ar trebui sa fie ceva mai cald?Plus ca multe din planurile mele secrete se amana din cauza vremii.Tocmai azi am auzit ca vreme aceasta “superba” va mai continua pana la finele lunii, incurajator ce-i drept ).&lt;br /&gt;    De cand am realizat mai bine ca anul acesta facem 18 ani, atat eu cat si prietenele mele, am intrat intr-un trac.Adica de ce trebuie sa fim majore, asta-i cea mai frumoasa perioada, fara prea mari probleme, fara prea multe responsabilitati, fara grija zilei de maine, ci pur si simplu suntem preocupate sa ne traim in cel mai armonios fel posibil viata.Nu e vorba de faptul ca implinim 18 ani, ci de faptul ca dupa 18 urmeaza 19 and so on...Iar timpul trece repede si maturitatea ne bate la usa...Iar sa fi matur in zilele astea nu e deloc profitabil!Ca sa ne ajute, Alexandra(una din prietenele mele), a instalat o noua regula, care zice asa: in fiecare an vom implini inca o luna, astfel daca la alti trece un an, la noi trece doar o luna-ceea ce inseamna ca in 17 iunie 2010 voi implini 17 ani si o luna, iar majora voi fi abia in anul 2021.Cred ca aceasta regula o voi respecta cu strictete, e unica regula care imi place.:))&lt;br /&gt;    Ar mai trebui sa fac un anunt, dar cred ca o las pentru data viitoare...Voi incheia aici, sperand ca voi scrie ceva mai des decat am facut-o in ultima vreme.&lt;br /&gt;    Pana data viitoare, aveti grija de voi!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7809694417553997603-5936830194355380871?l=tzuckychuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Şi îmi plac fetele în jeleu. Îmi place să mă împerechez ca o maimuţă. Să nu te îndrăgosteşti. Este înfricoşător. &lt;br /&gt;Mike Chadway: Da, este înfricoşător. Este înspăimântător. Mai ales că sunt îndrăgostit de o psihopată ca tine. &lt;br /&gt;Abby Richter: Nu sunt o psihopată!&lt;br /&gt;Mike Chadway: Tocmai ţi-am spus că te iubesc şi tot ce ai auzit a fost "psihopată". Tu eşti întruchiparea nevrozei. &lt;br /&gt;Abby Richter: Nu! Întruchiparea nevrozei este cel care suferă de anxietate, gânduri obsesive, acţiuni compulsive, şi indispoziţii fizice fără vreun motiv anume. &lt;br /&gt;Mike Chadway: Taci! Ţi-am spus încă o dată că sunt îndrăgostit de tine, iar tu te uiţi la mine şi îmi dai o lecţie de vocabular.&lt;br /&gt;Abby Richter: Eşti îndragostit de mine. De ce?&lt;br /&gt;Mike Chadway: Nu ştiu de ce, dar sunt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Abby Richter: Îmi pare rău, dar Jack Magnun nu va mai prezenta emisiunea "Adevărul gol-goluţ", ceea ce nu ar trebui să fie deloc o surpriză, deoarece nu te poţi baza deloc pe bărbaţi. De exempu, Mike Chadway a demisionat şi a părăsit emisiunea fără să spună o vorbă. Credeţi că ştiţi ce au bărbaţii de gând să facă, dar când soseşte momentul în care ei trebuie să pună piciorul în prag şi, ştiu şi eu, să acţioneze, se sperie.&lt;br /&gt;Mike: M-am săturat până peste cap!&lt;br /&gt;Abby Richter: Bărbaţii puternici şi curajoşi despre care am tot citit în romane şi pe care i-am tot văzut în filme încă de când aveam 9 ani nu sunt decât o aberaţie. Ei nu există. Bărbaţii nu sunt puternici. Bărbaţii nu sunt curajoşi. Bărbaţilor le este frică. Chiar dacă au parte de un moment romantic şi plin de potenţial în liftul unui hotel, bărbaţii sunt incapabili să facă faţă unui asemenea moment pentru că, de ce? Pentru că bărbaţii sunt slabi.&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Să vă spun eu ceva despre femei. Femeile vor ca noi să credem că ele sunt victimele. Că le frângem inimile pentru sport. Asta-i o prostie. Spun că vor romantism, spun că vor dragoste adevărată, dar ceea ce vor este să bifeze o listă. Este el perfect? Chipeş? Doctor? Pentru bărbaţii care corespund acestei liste, nu vă păcăliţi singuri. Pentru că aceste femei nu dorm cu voi, dorm cu set bine calculat de alegeri corupte. Bani mai presus de caracter, aspect fizic în loc de suflet, rafinament mai presus de principii. Niciun gest, oricât ar fi de real sau romantic, nu va compensa vreodată o impresionantă listă de recomandări.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doua dialoguri care definesc cat se poate de corect eternul "conflict" dintre sexe.:&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7809694417553997603-5519762504778997150?l=tzuckychuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I. S.f. 1. Știința și practica de guvernare a unui stat; sferă de activitate social-istorică ce cuprinde relațiile, orientările și manifestările care apar &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;între partide&lt;/span&gt;, între categorii și grupuri sociale, între popoare etc. în legătură cu promovarea intereselor &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LOR&lt;/span&gt;, în lupta pentru &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PUTERE&lt;/span&gt; etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Se pare ca pană si dex-ul este conştient de realitatea politică nu numai din Romania,ci din toată lumea!Nu ştiu de ce se merge pe premiza ca politicienii romanii ar fi unii dintre cei mai corupti politicieni,cei mai insetatiţi de putere.Nu ca nu ar fi,insa sunt inferiori din punctul acesta de vedere,altor politicieni internationali care ii depaşesc cu mult pe politicienii noştri dragi.Cred doar că poporul roman este foarte conştient de ceea ce se intamplă,foarte agil si inteligent de ceea se creaza in jurul politicienilor cercuri de suspiciuni.Problema noastra a tuturor este ca nu suntem suficient de uniţi pentru a schimba ceva,in definitiv puterea este in randul maselor insă masele nu ştiu cum să jongleze cu ea.Nu cred intr-o neaparată revolta,revoluţie ci cred intr-o trezire naţională/internaţională.Trebuie sa fim conştienţi de puterea care inconjoară popoarele şi să invăţăm să ne jucăm cu ea!&lt;br /&gt;  Consider ca in ziua de azi posibilitaţile de a manageria această PUTERE sunt mult mai multe.Nu e de ajuns sa ne frustrăm cand vedem că suntem minţiţi în faţă,că suntem inşelaţi fără cea mai mica problemă trebuie să încercăm să schimbăm ceva.&lt;br /&gt;  O să ziceţi poate că ce ştiu eu,că nu putem face nimic.Întradevăr,singuri nu putem face,insă fiţi siguri ca nu sunteţi singurii care gandesc astfel despre sistemele de guvernare de la ora actuala,ca voi sunt mulţi oameni conştienţi de neregularităţile sistemului.E adevărat ca mulţi nu văd,nu vor să vadă sau nu pot să vadă!&lt;br /&gt;  Eu una,m-am săturat să constat ca fără pile,relaţii sau bani nu poţi face nimic!Poate că totdeauna a fost asa,dar nu cred că e normal-aici ar trebui să intervenim NOI!&lt;br /&gt;  Poate că am plictisit,dar nimeni nu e obligat sa citească!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Cam atat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                      Tzucky CHU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7809694417553997603-5006903885874982888?l=tzuckychuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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   Este lamentabil la ce nivel de degradare morala se supun aceste persoane.Vor sa iasa in evidenta cu orice chip,indiferent ca este de bine sau de rau important este sa se vorbeasca despre ele.Cauta in permanenta motive pentru a se certa cu diferite persoane de care se simt amenintate intr-un fel sau altul.&lt;br /&gt;    Se injosesc enorm jignindu-I pe toti cei care le sunt superiori.Cauta cu orice chip samanta de scandal,se hranesc cu conflicte,intr-un cuvant sunt niste persoane BOLNAVE.Si trebuie sa recunosc ca singurul sentiment pe care mi-l inspira este pura MILA.&lt;br /&gt;     Dar cand aceasta “boala” atinge ultimele stagii,simptomele se agraveaza si atunci putem vorbi despre obsesie.Da,devin obsedate de o anumita persoana.Atat de obsedate incat ar face orice pentru a putea afecta in vreun fel aceea persoana.Dar sa va vand un pont,sfatul meu este ca atunci cand aveti de a face cu asemenea persoane,atunci cand cineva este obsedat de persoana voastra,cand face tot posibilul sa gaseasca un conflict in care sa va implice folositi cel mai bun medicament:IGNORANTA!&lt;br /&gt;     Aceste persoane trebuiesc intotdeauana ignorate,pentru ca nimic nu le cauzeaza o mai mare durere decat faptul ca sunt ignorate.&lt;br /&gt;     Poate va intrebati de ce ajung aceste persoane intr-un asemenea hal.Uneori este o “mostenire” de familie,le este insuflat acest comportament si aceasta stare de spirit de foarte mici.Alteori datorita greutatilor vietii,datorita unui trecut mai negru,unele persoane care ajung intr-un anumit statut se simt amenintate de ceea ce a insemnat trecutul lor si actioneaza intr-un asemenea fel.&lt;br /&gt;     Aceste persoane nu inceteaza absolut deloc sa ma uimeasca prin mijociile pe care sunt capabile sa le faca,prin mahalagisme si copilarii.&lt;br /&gt;    Deobicei acesti « oameni » sunt extrem de imaturi si lipsiti de orice limite.Au replici superficiale,nu stiu sa aprecieze ceea ce conteaza cu adevarat la o persoana,considerand ca atata timp cat cineva nu este asemeni lor,adica mojic,vulgar,rau,hain,calomnios nu este « cool ».Orice om care da dovada de bun-simt,bunatate,care este ingaduitor pentru aceste persoane nu valoreaza nimic.&lt;br /&gt;     Deasemenea fericirea celor din jur,faptul ca ceilalti au prieteni,faptul ca ceilalti sunt apreciati,le cauzeaza o incredibila invidie.(“ Între blamare şi invidie este o strânsă corelaţie.”)Invidie care o data declansata foarte greu se mai dezactiveaza.&lt;br /&gt;      Nimic ce vine din partea lor nu ma afecteaza,din contra ma amuza prostia de care dau dovada si faptul ca  fiecare lucru pe care il fac in conduce tot mai mult spre fundul prapastiei.Pana intr-o zi in care se vor trezi fara prieteni,in afara de cei de aceasi teapa cu ei,fara sentimentul ca au facut ceva bine,ci doar cu permanentul conflict atat interior cat si exterior care ii alimenteaza.Sunt o persoana suficient de inteligenta,suficient de matura si puternica incat sa nu bag in seama si sa nu raspund la nimic ce vine din partea lor.&lt;br /&gt;       Am o viata mult prea minunata incat sa mi-o stric cu lucruri de nimic precum sunt acestea.Ma bucur alaturi de familie si prieteni pe care ii am si care sunt intotdeauna langa mine si daca am asta am tot ce imi pot dori si ce nimeni nu imi poate lua,iar nici o mojicie din partea unui om “bolnav” nu ma va afecta vreodata si sper sa inteleaga chestia asta odata,dar de fapt sa faca cat le permita prostia sa faca!&lt;br /&gt;      Acestea fiind spuse le doresc insanatosire grabnica tuturor “bolnavilor” si sa speram ca odata si odata se vor vindeca complet si nu vor ramane cu sechele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Avertisment:Tot ce este scris  mai sus este atins de virusul numit SINCERITATE ,CINSTE si BUNATATE!Poate se ia !    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  P.S.Am vrut sa fiu mai rea,dar nu mi-a iesit,probabil sunt prea dominata de mila ce o simt pentru asemenea personaje !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7809694417553997603-8342340518114001060?l=tzuckychuu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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