<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305643294822726337</id><updated>2024-11-08T07:28:54.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pixie der Nacht</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305643294822726337/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305643294822726337/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Anda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231265860843193440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6nSeqZMOkKU/TeFBgArANlI/AAAAAAAAABg/gXuWV6_Mfl4/s220/pixie_wonder.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305643294822726337.post-2277975085660892379</id><published>2015-01-21T13:48:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2015-01-21T13:48:50.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Draga mea prietena</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Draga mea prietena,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Ma mai tii minte?&lt;/b&gt;Probabil ca nu.Poate doar din amintiri, din franturi de imagini ramase in memoria ta in mod accidental. Dar eu te mai tin minte, si inca foarte bine.Imi lipsesti in fiecare zi.Imi lipseste fiecare secunda petrecuta cu tine; zilele in care ne vedeam pentru jumatate de ora, dar in care ne povesteam atat de multe.Sambetele petrecute in mall ca doua copile care nu stiau pe unde sa se mai plimbe si ce sa mai faca impreuna.Orele petrecute visand cu ochii deschisi la viitor, impartasindu-ne visele legate de eventuala noastra plecare in strainatate si viata pe care am dori sa o avem.Ce vremuri frumoase...Mai tii minte cum ne spuneam mereu ca nu ne va desparti nimic?Cum o sa tinem mereu legatura, orice s-ar intampla si oriunde am fi?Si chiar asa a fost pentru o buna perioada, pana intr-o zi.O zi in care tu ai inceput sa te indepartezi, iar eu sa obosesc sa rezerv ore in agenda ta.&lt;br /&gt;
Am incetat sa te mai caut.&lt;br /&gt;
Am incetat sa mai fac programari intr-un program in care nu se stie niciodata daca conteaza cu adevarat rezervarea mea, avand in vedere ca aceasta depinde mai mult de dispozitia in care esti tu, draga mea prietena.&lt;br /&gt;
Am incetat sa mai cred in cele cateva cuvinte aruncate in graba pe o retea de socializare.&lt;br /&gt;
Am incetat sa imi mai hranesc iluziile cum ca iti este dor de mine, asa ocupata cum esti.Daca mi-ai duce lipsa, m-ai cauta.Da, si eu as putea sa te caut...Dar draga mea prietena, am tot facut-o...&lt;br /&gt;
Am incetat sa mai intreb lumea de tine, pentru ca am observat ca raspunsul lor este comun : &quot;Nu stiu...&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
Am incetat sa ma mai gandesc la toate momentele petrecute impreuna, pentru ca am ajuns la concluzia ca nu fac altceva decat sa imi ocup timpul si mintea cu ceva ce imi face mai mult rau decat bine.&lt;br /&gt;
Am incetat sa ma mai intreb de ce o preferi pe ea si nu pe mine.Si mai ales, de ce ar trebui sa preferi pe una din noi?&lt;br /&gt;
Si totusi, imi este dor.Si totusi, as vrea sa te vad iar, macar intamplator; dar ma gandesc ca poate nu te-as mai recunoaste.Imi pun des intrebarea &quot;De ce tu nu ai impartasit lucruri cu mine, asa cum eu am facut cu tine?&quot;De ce te vedeam trista, iar tu nu imi spuneai nimic?Poate nu imi spuneai mie...&lt;br /&gt;
Draga mea prietena, imi este dor si nu trece zi fara sa ma gandesc la tine.Nu trece zi in care sa nu ma intreb de ce eu imi pot face timp, iar tu nu.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dar am inteles intr-un final: nu sunt pe lista de prioritati, asa ca am incetat sa ma mai intreb.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The Secret is the film which turned my life around in a way I never thought was possible.Its main focus is on how our thoughts can influent our whole existence.Furthermore , it explains how a simple thought can attract different situations.&lt;/div&gt;
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Firstly , a thought is a signal sent by our brain to the Universe.The Universe immediately receives it and transforms it into a situation or an action.For example , if I really want an apple pie right now but I don&#39;t have the ingredients but at the same time I cannot stop imagining how it would&amp;nbsp; look and taste my pie if I had everything I need , it is very possible that something might come in the way and make my pie magically appear.For example , my neighbor or a friend could come over and bring an apple pie as a gift.The main idea is that when you desire something so much that you cannot stop thinking about it , somehow it comes to you.It can happen in 10 minutes , one day ore one month , but in the end it will happen if you wish for it enough.&lt;/div&gt;
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Secondly , we all see people who are constantly frustrated or really stressed.They keep complaining that their lives are miserable , that they have too many payments or that their salaries are too low.If I tell you that all of this is their own fault , you wouldn&#39;t believe me.When your only thoughts are bound to the fact that you have too much work to do for example , the Universe will receive it as a wish for more work and as a consequence to this , you schedule will get busier and busier.We have to start being grateful for what we have and thankful that we can carry everything on our shoulders.Whether you are tired or stressed , just remember that you have to stay positive in order to attract good things into your life.As long as you keep thinking at the bad side of your life , you will only attract bad situations or events.Let&#39;s say that you are not tremendously happy with your job and you would love to be promoted.You won&#39;t have a chance if you complain everyday of how others get promoted and you don&#39;t , even if you have a better qualification.Instead , you could say to yourself&amp;nbsp;: «I have all the qualifications required and I can work really hard, in fact this is what I do everyday.Maybe is not my time to get the promotion , I should be happy that I am healthy and that I have a job.When the time will come , it will happen.&amp;nbsp;» If you say this to yourself and keep visualizing how it would be like if you had been promoted , your chances will raise considerably.&lt;/div&gt;
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All of these situations are explained by philosophers and psychologists who give their own examples in the movie.They all say how this secret has changed their lives and how it can change yours if you stop complaining and start wishing from the heart.&lt;/div&gt;
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I will now give my example of how this movie changed my life.Ever since I was a little girl , I wanted to have a nice group of friends.During the first years of school , this did not happen.It was even worse , I was been bullied by my classmates and nobody has ever appreciated me.Everyday I was dreaming to be the person people say Hi to and asked to hang out or have lunch.This did not happen for a really long time.However , the first day of high school came and I was freaking out , but I had the same wish.There was the first day of high school&amp;nbsp;: new people , new location and new teachers and let&#39;s not forget , a new me.I wanted to be different I wanted to change myself in order to be accepted.And there I was , standing with a shy expression on my face in my classroom with people I did not know , and guess what...They chose me to be their leader.They didn&#39;t even know who I was , they didn&#39;t even talk to me.But somehow , they have all voted for me.After this wonderful day , my wish slowly came true. What we all have to understand is that we make our own miracles and that they can take a long time , but if we wish for them enough they will eventually happen.&lt;/div&gt;
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All in all , this is a film I recommend to anyone craving for a change in their lives.It helps you understand that your life is in your own hand and that you can make it as beautiful as you want it to be , with just your thoughts.Complaining will never bring you good things , it will only enrich the bad in your life.&lt;/div&gt;
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inconjoara nu poate fi atinsa si nici vazuta , ea poate fi doar
simtita.Poate din aceasta cauza nu reusesc intotdeauna sa apreciez
lucrurile cu adevarat importante din viata mea.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Traversez fiecare zi in acelasi ritm
alert ,cu aceiasi pasi nepasatori si cu acelasi unic scop:sa reusesc
sa termin cu bine lista lucrurilor ce necesita o rezolvare in acea zi
specifica , pentru a ma putea duce la culcare linistita.Ironia insa
se repeta de fiecare data si cu toate acestea nu reusesc sa o
intrerup:in fiecare seara , gandurile ma tin treaza pana noaptea
tarziu, cu toate ca lista a fost cu succes rezolvata.Acest fapt ma
face uneori sa ma gandesc daca nu cumva am omis anumite lucruri de pe
acea lista , daca nu cumva am uitat sa scriu ceva.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Vedem lumea asa cum suntem invatati sa
o vedem.Stim doar ca trebuie sa ne trezim dimineata , sa indeplinim
cererile din ziua respectiva si sa ajungem sanatosi seara acasa.Insa
ce nu stim este ca lumea inconjuratoare nu este alcatuita numai din
indatoriri , ci si din lucruri marunte menite sa ne infrumuseteze
viata.Poate fi vorba despre un zambet impartasit cu o persoana in
autobuz , poate fi o raza de soare aparuta la momentul potrivit sau o
vorba frumoasa venita din partea unei persoane drage noua.Ce nu facem
noi este ca nu mai observam aceste mici lucruri si uitam sa le
apreciem.Vedem lumea ca fiind un loc rau doar pentru ca ea este
propria noastra reflexie.Horace Walpole a afirmat faptul ca «Lumea
este o comedie pentru cei ce gandesc si o tragedie pentru cei ce
simt».Este o comedie , deoarece daca te gandesti putin la lucrurile
care ti se intampla sau pe care le vezi in jur iti dai seama ca
uneori totul este o gluma nereusita creeata chiar de noi.Cat despre
cei care simt , lumea este o adevarata tragedie.Cei empatici cu tot
ce ii inconjoara sunt cei care cunosc adevarata esenta a vietii ,
adevarata iubire si scopul principal.Ei inteleg cel mai bine cum ar
trebui sa fie , de ce este asa cum este si ei sunt cei care au cel
mai mult de suferit.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Ce este interesant la lumea ce ma
inconjoara este ca nu o pot schimba.Oricat de mult as vrea ca
bancnota universala sa fie iubirea , zambetul sa ia locul unui rece
«Buna ziua» si timpul sa treaca mai greu , acestea nu se pot
schimba.Lumea se poate schimba doar prin schimbarea oamenilor,
deoarece ea este defapt totalitatea oamenilor de pe acest Pamant.Dar
cum sa ne schimbam , cand noi nici macar nu stim cu adevarat cine
suntem si care ne este traseul in viata? Cum schimbam ceva ce nu
putem intelege pe deplin , ceva ce nici nu am gasit inca?Cu totii
incercam sa deslusim necunoscutul , iar acesta se afla in fiecare
dintre noi si cel mai probabil nu il vom intelege pe deplin
niciodata.Dar poate ca secretul nu sta in deslusirea necunoscutlui ,
ci in acceptarea lui in deplinatatea facultatilor sale.Poate ca unele
lucruri nu pot fi schimbate , ci doar intelese.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ies in lume in fiecare zi si
majoritatea lucrurilor de care ma lovesc nu pot fi incadrate in
categoria celor placute, insa in acea multime de neplaceri apare din
cand in cand o licarire de speranta.Uneori este vorba despre un
zambet , despre o imbratisare pe care o vad intre doi oameni ce se
iubesc sincer , sau un strain ajutand o masina sa iasa din zapada in
care s-a impotmolit chemandu-si prietenul sa i se alature in aceasta
misiune printr-un simplu «Hai sa il ajutam».Si daca pana la acea
licarire am avut impresia ca in jurul meu se asterne din ce in ce mai
multa ceata, aceasta a reusit prin simplitatea sa , sa o inlature in
mare parte.Poate ca acestea sunt lucrurile pe care ar trebui sa ne
concentram mai mult , poate ca ele sunt cele care conteaza defapt si
pe care noi le omitem.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Punand accentul pe toate aceaste
elemente , imi dau astfel seama ca este posibil sa nu fi inteles
viata pana acum si nici lumea din jurul meu ,dar in acelasi timp
inteleg un lucru: ca poate nu asta trebuie sa fac.Poate ca scopul meu
in aceasta lume nu este de a o intelege si nici de a-i deslusi
secretele.In fond , acestea si-ar pierde valoarea daca ar iesi la
iveala , iar viata ar deveni monotona.Poate ca toate lucrurile au
farmecul lor asa cum sunt si nu au nevoie de atingerea schimbarilor
mele.Ajung treptat la concluzia ca eu sunt singura care are nevoie de
mici modificari, pentru a deveni o persoana mai buna si pentru a-i
influenta macar intr-o mica masura pe cei carora chiar le pasa spre a
deveni ceva mai bun, ceva ce cu siguranta pot fi.Poate ca toti avem
nevoie de un mic impuls , de un luru exterior propriei noastre
persoane pentru a ajunge sa intelegem anumite lucruri si poate tocmai
din acest motiv suntem toti pe aceeiasi planeta.&lt;/div&gt;
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Ohh I keep seeing posts which have a
tendency of encouraging people to give up hope and love and
everything that is GOOD in this life just because they have been
disappointed by someone or something or by their own person.&lt;br /&gt;
You guys really need to stop doing
this.Can’t you see that you are making it WORSE? It’s like
telling a kid not to do a thing -&amp;gt; he will surely do it just to
prove you wrong or piss you off. Get your shit together.&lt;br /&gt;
We are all BROKEN in some way. Nobody’s
problems get solved by themselves and NO ONE’S APPARENTLY PERFECT
LIFE is actually perfect because there is no such thing.There is
always something missing, &amp;nbsp;we just have to learn to live with
it.And even if someone has a BETTER life than you do , it doesn’t
mean that they just sit in front of TV and their lives got
better.They did something FOR THEMSELVES.You cannot change anything ,
you can only change the way you see and understand things.&lt;br /&gt;
We all get attached to unsecure things that
might not even be there the next day.But this is what makes us
HUMANS.&lt;br /&gt;
Stop telling people that once they’re
broken they cannot be fixed.Come on it’s not the end of the
world.Life goes on , we just have to find a way to make everything
work in spite of that one think that broke us which is not there
anymore.I know best what is like to feel that there is nothing good
left out there.But there is , and with a little effort you can find
it.Find that one thing in music , friends , nature , light , flowers
, sports , anything and hold on to it and there you have it. Those
are the moment in which you find your true self.Once you find
yourself , you have everything. Find out what you like , what you
care about most , what you enjoy doing , what are the things you
appreciate most at a person , anything that has to do with YOU and
only you.&lt;br /&gt;
So guys , please , don’t encourage that
kind of negative thinking.You are really not being helpful.&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/feeds/925235433910502199/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/2014/01/frustration.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305643294822726337/posts/default/925235433910502199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305643294822726337/posts/default/925235433910502199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/2014/01/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>Anda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231265860843193440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6nSeqZMOkKU/TeFBgArANlI/AAAAAAAAABg/gXuWV6_Mfl4/s220/pixie_wonder.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305643294822726337.post-870823177232023979</id><published>2014-01-06T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2015-01-21T13:53:40.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cele mai frumoase clipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Cele mai frumoase clipe din viata mea, sunt cele in care sunt alaturi de persoana in care am cea mai mare incredere , cea pe care doresc sa o vad atat dimineata cat si seara.Motivul zambetului meu si al fericirii mele.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Momentele in care, stau intinsa in pat langa el , imbracata in tricoul ce ii poarta parfumul si pantalonii lui de casa ce miros a balsam.Atingerile lui pe pielea mea , saruturile lui dulci pe fruntea mea plina de griji , ducandu-le astfel in alta lume pentru cateva momente si soaptele lui iubitoare. Amintirile depanate sub patura pufoasa ce ne reflecta caldura corpului si creearea unor noi aventuri. Recunoasterea tuturor lucrurilor minunate pe care le impartim , apreciind fiecare secunda petrecuta impreuna. Momentele in care se sprijina in cot si se apleaca spre mine , daruindu-mi un sarut dulce imbibat in sentimente pure ce imi invaluie corpul.Acel zambet ce ii lumineaza toata fata.Parul ciufulit , dar care arata mereu bine.Acea privire pe care o adreseaza unei singure persoane , mie.Felul in care imi spune ca sunt frumoasa si modul in care reuseste sa transmita exact ceea ce eu doresc sa percep.Felul in care ma invie de fiecare data cu o mangaiere.Clipele in care stam imbratisati sub aceeasi patura si privim pe geam spre aceeasi luna privita din acelasi unghi.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Felul in care imi cauta mana atunci cand mergem impreuna pe strada si grija pe care o arata la fiecare trecere de pietoni.Acea tendinta de a se gandi mai intai la mine si dupa aceea la el.Capacitatea sa de a vedea fiecare sclipire de &quot;bine&quot; din fiecare firisor de &quot;rau&quot;.Metoda prin care reuseste de fiecare data sa ma faca sa rad atunci cand sunt trista , dar si atunci cand plang.Modul in care a invatat ce imi place si ce nu si in care imi accepta toate pretentiile pretentioase pe care le am de mute ori in mod nejustificat.Telepatia dintre noi si felul in care lasa de la el pentru capriciile mele.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ce e viata? E un drum , pe care fie ca il parcurgi singur fie ca il parcurgi alaturi de cineva , trebuie parcurs.Este plin de obstacole, bucurii, suparare , fericire si bineinteles ,dragoste. Dar atunci cand intalnesti o persoana care este dispusa sa mearga pe acelasi drum cu tine , atunci este cu totul si cu totul fabulos.&lt;br /&gt;
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La inceputul fiecarei relatii spunem ca totul va fi bine , &amp;nbsp;ca stiim noi pe undeva prin sufletul nostru ca asa va fi , dar nu de multe ori iese cum vrem noi.Insa , dupa 5 luni in care fiecare zi a fost ca prima zi , fara certuri si fara reprosuri ,cu discutii asa cum au toti oamenii , dubiile incep incetul cu incetul sa dispara, &amp;nbsp;iar siguranta ce ia locul dubiilor este atat de placuta incat iti vine foarte greu sa crezi ca se intampla. De ce scriu acum toate astea? Pentru ca asa simt...Rareori simt ca ar trebui sa scriu ceva , insa acum o fac.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mereu am cautat in jurul meu persoane cu care sa imi parcurg drumul si cu care sa imi impartasesc idei si principii si chiar sentimente.Nu am fost decat dezamagita de ce am gasit , asta pana acum , cand in sfarsit o persoana este capabila sa renunte la propriul orgoliu ca sa ne mearga bine.Durerea lui e si a mea , placerea lui e si a mea si fericirea lui e si a mea , si invers.Cum l-am cunoscut? Aici vine partea haioasa. Acum mult mult timp , in timpul unei sedinte de coaching cu profesorul meu de matematica , acesta m-a intrebat ce vreau de la viata asta in clipa de fata , ce imi lipseste si tanjesc cu ardoare.Si i-am raspuns: &quot;O relatie , o relatie cu respect si comunicare.Un om care sa fie langa mine si in care sa imi pot pune baza.Un baiat cu care sa pot discuta si care sa stie sa fie barbat atunci cand de asta am nevoie.Un baiat cu care sa imi pot face planuri si sa nu fiu singura care face asta.Un baiat nu mult mai inalt ca mine , dar mai inalt.Un baiat care sa caute ce caut si eu si anume stabilitate si dragoste adevarata.&quot; M-a pus sa scriu pe o foaie toate aceste lucruri ca sa nu le uitam , si ne-am continuat sedinta. Pe langa acest lucru , m-a rugat ca in fiecare zi sa imi imaginez cum ar fi sa am asa un om langa mine.Zis si facut . Peste 3 luni sau ceva de genul asta , sunt bagata pe facebook de un baiat pe care il aveam demult in lista de prieteni , dar cu care nu vorbisem pana acum.Si de aici s-a ajuns la o relatie frumoasa de 5 luni.Dupa 3 luni de relatie , la meditatii l-am rugat pe profesorul meu sa imi arate ce scrisesem pentru ca nu prea mai tineam minte si eram curioasa si am fost uimita sa vad ca omul cu care eram se potrivea cu ceea ce scrisesem aproape perfect.Atunci am stiu , ca asa a fost sa fie.El era cel care trebuia sa ma salveze din situatia mizerabila in care eram.Si a facut-o.Nu stiu cum as fi fost acum daca nu l-as fi cunoscut pe el ,insa ma bucur ca l-am cunoscut si m-a ajutat sa ma regasesc.&lt;br /&gt;
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Am mereu impresia ca nu ii multumesc suficient , ca nu ii arat destul cat de mult il iubesc.El imi spune ca nu este asa ,dar eu tot simt ca asa este.Ce e drept , mereu putem face mai mult ,mereu se poate mai bine.&lt;br /&gt;
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Acum am un drum si un partener si stiu ca daca luptam ne putem face viata asa cum vrem sa fie.Pentru ca impreuna , totul este mai bine si mai usor.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/feeds/7945904155285565211/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/2013/07/drum-in-doi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305643294822726337/posts/default/7945904155285565211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305643294822726337/posts/default/7945904155285565211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/2013/07/drum-in-doi.html' title='Drum in doi'/><author><name>Anda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231265860843193440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6nSeqZMOkKU/TeFBgArANlI/AAAAAAAAABg/gXuWV6_Mfl4/s220/pixie_wonder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiceoFLTkjK4a-N4G-voth9cHNwizY6-N2S7XNaxeANH2lvTuaGkksVOPjT6404k2HEYlWGXKP1MVeJiQeiq1YdbtXosZmgnjsibsG86xS4dMRwPBNfecRYsbAdtVFv4BzAIskgCK_jBT0/s72-c/tumblr_mi3taxEqUn1rah6a4o1_500_large.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305643294822726337.post-1672627489820320561</id><published>2013-03-05T11:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-03-05T11:56:19.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Hello Love , we meet again! Si inca o data , m-am indragostit...De aceasta data parca mai mult , parca mai bine , parca diferit , parca in alt sens , parca e ceva ce nu am mai avut pana acum. Sunt constienta si de faptul ca , asa am zis si ultima data.Imi facusem planuri si ganduri si imagini si am ajuns sa fie toate spulberate printr-o singura conversatie la telefon care a fost mai mult un monolog rapid prin care se dadea cu piciorul la tot.Diferenta intre atunci si acum este ca , acum nu visez doar eu.Acum viseaza si el , acum visam amandoi.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Daca atunci doar eu voiam doar eu visam si doar eu ma luptam , pentru ce inca nu stiu , acum nu este asa.Acum suntem in sfarsit doi.Doi oameni , doua suflete , doua inimi in care arde aceeasi dorinta si anume aceea de a fi impreuna.&lt;br /&gt;
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O sa incep iar sa vorbesc ca o persoana indragostita , dar pana la urma asta sunt.Un suflet indragostit bantuind pamantul.&lt;br /&gt;
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Cu el , ma simt in siguranta , simt ca ma pot baza pe el si ca este mereu acolo pentru mine.Nu ma minte si are incredere in mine , ma sustine si ma protejeaza.Ma trateaza ca pe printesa lui.Ma rasfata , ma alinta si nu imi spune pe nume , ci imi spune &quot;iubita&quot; sau alte astfel de apelative. Isi petrece fiecare secunda pe care o are cu mine , ceea ce pentru mine inseamna enorm. Pana si la liceu , in pauze, sta cu mine de fata cu toti prietenii lui.Ma cauta cu privirea prin multime si vine la mine.Asta mi se pare mirific , nu isi poate nimeni imagina cat de mult insemana pentru mine.Unii ar intreba &quot;De ce?&quot; , iar eu le-as raspunde: &quot;Pentru ca un astfel de gest dovedeste faptul ca vrea sa stea cu mine , ca tine la mine , ca insemn ceva pentru el si ca nu sunt doar o alta persoana din cercul lui de prieteni.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Uneori ma simt ciudat , ma simt chiar foarte ciudat pentru ca am impresia ca nu este normal sa te porti asa de dragut cu o persoana , &amp;nbsp;asta pentru ca pana acum nimeni nu s-a purtat asa cu mine si nu mi-a vorbit asa.Am senzatia ca e prea mult , ca nu merit si ca anumite lucruri le spune doar asa , ca sa fie spuse si ca sa ma faca sa am incredere in el.&lt;br /&gt;
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O parte din mine , cea mai mare , este complet lipita de el si se gandeste non stop numai la el.Totul are legatura cu el totul se invarte in jurul lui si totul este mai frumos atunci cand este in preajma lui.Dar exista si o mica parte care are impresia ca este prea frumos ca sa fie adevarat.Oare chiar se poate ca un baiat sa se poarte asa frumos?Sa ii acorde prietenei lui atata atentie? Sa o complimenteze si sa o faca sa se simta atat de bine mereu fara sa aiba vreun interes ascuns? Sa ii zica ca o iubeste si chiar sa creada asta? Si acel baiat sa fie chiar al meu? Al meu si atat? Chiar suna ca si cum ar fi prea frumos ca sa fie adevarat.&lt;br /&gt;
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Este incredibil cum cu cat trece mai mult timp , cu atat tin mai mult la el.De ce?As putea insirui o gramada de raspunsuri insa prefer sa spun doar atat: Pentru ca cu el pot construi un singur drum pe care sa mergem amandoi.&lt;br /&gt;
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La inceput , aveam senzatia ca la prima cearta o sa se puna in discutie ideea despartirii.Imi era groaza de asta, gandul asta ma epuiza insa am descoperit ca de data asta nu e asa , pentru ca a disparut acel orgoliu complet nepotrivit . La un moment dat , unul din noi cedeaza si asa este normal sa fie , trebuie sa se ajunga la un echilibru , la o intelegere.Nu se poate ca numai unul sa aiba dreptate si celalalt sa greseasca.Oricat de mare ar fi problema , poate fi rezolvata. Acum ,frica aceasta a mai disparut.&lt;br /&gt;
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Faptul ca el aduce in discutie viitorul nostru impreuna este extraordinar si imi acorda o siguranta enorma.Faptul ca acum el este cel care aduce ideea de viitor in discutie ma fascineaza.&lt;br /&gt;
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Merg cu el pe strada de mana si cand nu este atent , sau cand este in fata mea , stau si il admir.Admir un om minunat , cu niste ochi in care pur si simplu te pierzi si care te imbata cu dragostea lor.Admir un baiat care este atunci in acel moment acolo cu mine , pentru mine si pentru noi.Care in clipa aceeas se gandeste la noi si nu la altceva sau altcineva.Admir persoana care la metrou ma fereste de curent pentru ca stie cat de repede racesc si pentru ca este protectiv , iar eu sunt printesa lui.Admir omul care mi-a facut fricile sa dispara...pana si cele mai mari . Admir omul cu care pot vorbi deschis despre orice , oricand.Cu care ma pot exprima in modul meu nebunesc si uneori chiar pervers fara ca el sa aiba o reactie nepotrivita si fara sa se supere sau sa interpreteze gresit.Admir omul care nu imi spune niciodata ca nu poate vorbi , pentru ca isi poate face timp si cel mai important , vrea.&lt;br /&gt;
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Atunci cand lupta doi , drumul e mai usor iar problemele se micsoreaza.&lt;br /&gt;
Noi doi ,avem o dragoste ciudata.De ce? Pentru ca a aparut brusc , fara nicio explicatie.O singura conversatie si totul a luat foc in noi. Dupa primele 10 minute , stiam ca o sa fim impreuna si stiam ca ne va fi bine , atat la greu cat si in perioadele frumoase.Niciunul din noi nu se astepta si nici nu voia o relatie la momentul respectiv.Insa a intervenit destinul si am stiut amandoi ca asa trebuie sa fie.&lt;br /&gt;
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Cu cat ma uit mai mult la el...cu atat mai frumos si fermecator si extraordinar mi se pare...Vreau sa ma uit la el , pentru totdeauna.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/feeds/1672627489820320561/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/2013/03/hello-love.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305643294822726337/posts/default/1672627489820320561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305643294822726337/posts/default/1672627489820320561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/2013/03/hello-love.html' title='Hello love'/><author><name>Anda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231265860843193440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6nSeqZMOkKU/TeFBgArANlI/AAAAAAAAABg/gXuWV6_Mfl4/s220/pixie_wonder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVrcSxmKlDQs_weL1EjaC9XSkllhpBEojY3l4EA6jxs7NiNI4rqe69Gv22KABS81Q1l0aI0saT3wGg7jzVPwZogJzOtzCCtMDPqYwGp6FN30Xrhfe_b0-5VXcSPmaaaXcsN3mxRc9MaDM/s72-c/7sBZZkWYtcQ_large.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305643294822726337.post-1406520864831942115</id><published>2012-12-21T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-12-21T13:40:12.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dulce dragoste ( amintire..)</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Cine s-ar fi gandit, cine si-ar fi putut imagina ca dupa atata suferinta si atatea dezamagiri , intr-o zi totul se va opri iar tot raul se va transforma in cel mai bun &quot;bine&quot; posibil? Cine s-ar fi gandit ca , lacrimile tristetii vor fi inlocuite de cele ale fericirii si mai ales cine s-ar fi gandit ca acestea pot fi atat de intense?Cine si-ar fi putut inchipui ca poti izbucni in cel mai fericit plans , dintr-un motiv ce inainte iti parea doar &quot;dragut&quot;?&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Nu credeam ca este posibil sa tii atat de mult la cineva , sa simti cum corpul iti este parca controlat de o forta asupra careia tu nu ai nicio putere dar pe care o lasi sa isi indeplineasca rolul fara a te impotrivi in vreun fel , pentru ca in mod inconstient , iti convin efectele.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Cum de aceasta forta pe care noi o numim &quot;dragoste&quot; are puterea de a-ti schimba modul de gandire , perceptia asupra vietii , situatia la scoala si in general , starea? Cum de te poate face sa renunti la atat de multe lucruri , doar pentru a fi cu persoana la care tii parca pe zi ce trece mai mult? Cum de te face sa uiti ca exista notiunea de &quot;timp&quot; si cum de iti poate schimba trasaturi despre care tu stiai si credeai ca vor ramane neschimbate pentru totdeauna?&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; O persoana a intrat in viata mea , despre care la inceput nu stiam nimic dar despre care acum as vrea sa stiu cat mai mult.Cu cat petrec mai mult timp cu el ,cu atat imi dau mai bine seama ce fel de persoana sunt , unde fac bine si unde gresesc.Pentru mine , este ca o oglinda ce imi arata atat partile bune cat si pe cele rele si care in mod involuntar , ma face sa inteleg unde gresesc si ce ar trebui sa imbunatatesc cand vine vorba de propria persoana.Pana acum , asa ceva nu s-a mai intamplat sau cel putin nu la acest nivel.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/feeds/1406520864831942115/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/2012/12/dulce-dragoste-amintire.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305643294822726337/posts/default/1406520864831942115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305643294822726337/posts/default/1406520864831942115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/2012/12/dulce-dragoste-amintire.html' title='Dulce dragoste ( amintire..)'/><author><name>Anda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231265860843193440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6nSeqZMOkKU/TeFBgArANlI/AAAAAAAAABg/gXuWV6_Mfl4/s220/pixie_wonder.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305643294822726337.post-525534695884118094</id><published>2012-12-21T13:18:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2012-12-21T13:44:01.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regasire</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Este incredibil cum se poate schimba totul in mai putin de un minut. Ce vorbesc , intr-o singura secunda printr-un singur cuvant sau chiar printr-o singura expresie faciala , un zambet , o privire , o mustacire.Azi totul este asa cum ai vrea sa fie , nu este perfect pentru ca nu exista perfectiune , dar este perfect pentru tine si esti multumit cu ceea ce ai , iar in urmatoarea secunda totul dispare. Te face sa realizezi faptul ca nu trebuie sa te legi de lucruri prea usor , poate chiar deloc sau foarte putin pentru ca acestea , deseori dispar. Poate nu din vina noastra , poate nu prin interventia noastra dar intr-un fel sau altul se duc. Nu cred ca o sa stim vreodata de ce, poate ca asa este menit sa fie.Poate asta e lumea in care traim , poate totul trebuie sa dispara la un moment dat, &amp;nbsp;lasandu-ne cu un mare gol in suflet sau in minte , sau poate chiar in amandoua.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Intalnesti un om , te abtii sa te indragostesti de el dar o faci pana la urma pentru ca asa este menit sa fie.Va merge bine impreuna ,va intelegeti si comunicati , va respectati si va rezolvati problemele intre voi , iar intr-o buna zi te trezesti si realizezi ca toate astea au disparut.Cum ai putea sa te simti daca nu absolut ingrozitor? Cum sa nu te intrebi daca el simte la fel , daca si lui ii este la fel de rau cum iti este si tie , daca si el se uita la telefon incontinuu asteptand un semn , daca si el se uita pe geam asteptand sa te vada si daca si el adoarme noaptea plangand.Te intrebi , pentru ca asa e firea omului asa e normal pe aceasta lume sa fie si asta patim toti. Diferenta este ca unii dintre noi au &quot;ego-ul&quot; mai mare , si reusesc cu un mare succes sa renunte la tot si sa se indeparteze de tot , toti si toate pentru propria lor persoana.Nu zic ca asta nu e bine , dar nu mereu.Nu mereu este bine sa lasi tot pentru tine , nu mereu este bine sa te gandesti numai la propria persoana , pentru ca uneori si tu la randul tau ai nevoie de cei din jur , iar daca sustii ca nu este asa , esti un ipocrit.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Te uiti pe internet si gasesti tot felul de poze care explica perfect ceea ce simti si prin ce treci in clipa de fata si simti nevoia sa spui cuiva..simti nevoia sa vorbesti cu cineva dar realizezi ca nu ai cu cine , ca nu mai ai incredere in nimeni.Simti ca oricui ai spune , te va trada sau nu te va intelege , va zice mai departe sau pur si simplu nu ii va pasa asa ca preferi sa tii pentru tine.Uneori asa e cel mai bine , dar deseori chiar ai nevoie sa spui cuiva. Ajungi intr-un punct in care nu mai stii in cine poti avea incredere si in cine nu , ajungi intr-un punct in care nu mai poti distinge persoanele care iti vor binele de cele care nu au tocmai intentii bune.Intr-un fel , le vezi dar parca nu mai ai acea siguranta pe tine.Nu mai esti sigur de nimic. Vrei sa iesi din aceasta stare , stii foarte bine ce iti doresti cel mai mult de la viata si pentru ce merita sa lupti insa nu ai forta necesara.Nu mai ai putere sa lupti &amp;nbsp;,nu mai ai putere sa te impui si pur si simplu stai si nu faci nimic , astepti sa vina acel impuls care sa te propulseze inapoi unde erai inaintre de &quot;apocalipsa&quot;.Ai tentdinta sa te gandesti mult prea mult la ceea ce se intampla in jurul tau , la ceea ce se intampla rau defapt. Ce se intampla bine nu prea mai observi , pentru ca raul blocheaza tot , este mai proeminent. Trebuie sa te straduiesti sa vezi acel mic bine din viata ta , dar nu prea reusesti.Il vezi , dar pentru o perioada atat de scurta de timp incat nu face nicio diferenta.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Stii foarte bine ca trebuie sa treci peste perioada asta ,ca trebuie sa iti revii , ca viata nu se termina aici si ca sunt oameni in situatii mult mai grave de atat , insa pentru tine in momentul de fata este un moment greu ,cel mai greu de pana acum si nu prea stii cum sa treci peste.Nu stii ce vrei , nu stii ce ai nevoie si nu stii ce sa faci ca sa fie bine.Simti nevoia continua de a disparea , de a fi invizibil si de a nu vorbi cu nimeni. Dar in acelasi timp , ai vrea sa vorbesti cu cineva , iar acel cineva sa te inteleaga , nu sa te judece asa cum au tendinta toti.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Dupa ce esti amenintat de anumite persoane , nu prea iti mai vine sa mai ai incredere in cei din jur , nici macar in prietenii cei mai apropiati pe care parca ii stii de o vesnicie.De ce? Pentru ca realizezi cum sunt unii oameni defapt.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Vrei sa evadezi , vrei sa fii singur , vrei sa fii in acelasi timp inteles si nu criticat , vrei sa fii &amp;nbsp;fericit si vrei sa fii tu din nou , persoana care stii ca esti dar pe care ai pierdut-o pe undeva pe drum si nu stii cum sa o regasesti. Te-ai saturat sa auzi incontinuu: O sa fie bine , o sa treci si peste asta , exista lucruri mai rele in viata , trebuie sa te gandesti la binele tau si alte astfel de constructii. Nu te ajuta cu nimic , ba chiar inrautatesc situatia uneori.Simti ca nimeni nu intelege prin ce treci , deci cum ar putea sa te ajute?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ai nevoie doar sa te simti bine si ca sa te simti bine ai nevoie de fericire, iar fericirea vine de la cei din jur , vine prin fapte , vine prin distractie si vine prin gesturi mici dar care inseamna mult.Astepti ca cei din jur sa te ajute , pentru ca stii ca singur nu prea poti.Desigur , nu multi iti vor sari in ajutor dar asta este de asteptat. Insa vrei ca macar cateva persoane sa fie acolo pentru tine si e suficient.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Iti impui sa te simti bine , iti impui sa fii fericit si iti spui incontinuu: Am 17 ani , viata mea de abia incepe.Sunt sanatoasa , sunt desteapta si nu pot sa ma plang nici de cum arat. Nu sunt cea mai frumoasa , cea mai desteapta si nici cea mai talentata , dar am atat cat imi trebuie din fiecare.Am o familie care tine la mine , am o casa unde sa ma duc dupa scoala si am o educatie.Am un viitor si am pentru ce sa lupt.Nu am de ce sa fiu atat de trista de pe acum , pentru ca vor veni alte greutati mai mari si daca acum reactionez asa ,atunci ce o sa fac? Stiu foarte bine lucrurile astea , dar starea aceasta nu dispare asa pur si simplu oricat de mult as vrea.Nu stiu exact de ce am nevoie , nu stiu ce ma face fericita acum si nu stiu ce mi-ar putea face starea mai buna..Sau poate stiu dar nu vreau sa recunosc...sau stiu ca nu este posibil si asta ma intristeaza si mai mult...desi intr-un fel , acel lucru mi-ar face mai mult rau mai tarziu..asa ca mai bine ma lipsesc de el acum decat sa sufar dupa , iar...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ai momente de oscilatie..acum atitudinea ta este optimista , iar peste maxim o ora revii la starea in care simti ca nimic nu are rost.Si te gandesti : dar nu asa ar trebui sa fiu..ar trebui sa fiu optimista ca pana la urma am toate motivele sa fiu! Dar nu poti , nu ai forta desi vrei.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Simti nevoia sa te eliberezi , sa tipi , sa fugi , sa stai departe de toti cei din jur , sa te duci intr-un loc nou in care sa nu stii pe nimeni , simti ca te-ai ratacit , vrei sa scrii tot ce simti si sa spui cuiva , iar acel cineva sa zica sau sa faca exact ce simti tu ca te-ar ajuta , chiar daca pe moment nu stii care ar fi acel lucru.Nu cauti nimic altceva decat intelegere , incurajare si o imbratisare venita din suflet.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Majoritatea celor din jur nu stiu prin ce treci , nu observa si prin urmare nici nu te pot ajuta sau sfatui.Ai vrea ca unii dintre ei sa stie , dar te gandesti ca nu ar avea niciun rost pentru ca ai vazut cum au reactionat alte persoane cand au aflat.Esti genul de persoana sensibila , careia ii pasa de ce zic persoanele apropiate , iar cand acestea iti raspund cu : Mhm..nasol..o sa treci peste , o sa fie bine.. parca nu iti mai vine sa spui nimanui.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Nu credeai ca o sa te inchizi vreodata in tine , ca o sa vrei sa dispari , sa fii invizibil si sa nu stie nimeni nimic de tine , dar uite ca ai ajuns si aici si stai si te intrebi de ce nu reactioneaza nimeni , de ce nu observa nimeni cum te simti , de ce nu te intelege nimeni si de ce nu iti poti reveni. De ce nu poti sa iti asculti parintii cand iti spun ca vei fi bine si ca meriti tot ce este mai bun , de ce deodata nici pe ei nu ii mai crezi?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Stii exact ce iti vor spune cei din jur , pana si profesorii sau parintii sau oricine altcineva care este mai trecut prin viata decat tine.Stii foarte bine ce sfaturi iti vor da si ca toti iti vor spune cam acelasi lucru , insa fix asta nu vrei sa auzi pentru ca nu asta te ajuta.Nu stii ce te ajuta ..Este doar o lupta cu propria ta persoana , si ce doare cel mai tare este faptul ca celalalt nu simte nici macar un sfert din ce simti tu , nu este atat de afectat si nu trece prin asta.Pentru ca a invatat cum sa nu treaca prin lucrurile de genul asta , cum sa nu sufere. A ajuns intr-un stadiu in care este indiferent..si pana la urma , asta este bine pentru el si asa ar trebui sa faci si tu.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tot ce vreau , este sa ma regasesc .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/feeds/525534695884118094/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/2012/12/regasire.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305643294822726337/posts/default/525534695884118094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305643294822726337/posts/default/525534695884118094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/2012/12/regasire.html' title='Regasire'/><author><name>Anda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231265860843193440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6nSeqZMOkKU/TeFBgArANlI/AAAAAAAAABg/gXuWV6_Mfl4/s220/pixie_wonder.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305643294822726337.post-2272589738141313546</id><published>2012-08-11T14:49:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-08-11T14:49:55.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fericire , optimism , dragoste si alte ingrediente</title><content type='html'>Criticati-ma pentru ca nu am mai postat nici macar un cuvant de foarte multa vreme , insa timpul nu mi-a permis.Nu imi pot gasi scuze precum &quot;Nu am avut despre ce sa scriu&quot; pentru ca ar fi eronat.Pana si o simpla iesire pe strada iti poate aduce un subiect despre care sa scrii macar o pagina.&lt;br /&gt;
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Un titlu care v-ar putea confuza si care pana si pe mine ma transpune intr-o stare ireala.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;FERICIRE &amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Acesta este primul cuvant care mi-a trecut prin cap.De ce? Pentru ca starea in care sunt in clipa de fata este una foarte buna si sunt mandra ca in sfarsit pot spune asta , deoarece a existat o perioada destul de lunga in care pur si simplu nu am fost multumita nici cu mine , dar nici cu ceea ce se intampla in jurul meu.Firea mea extrem de perfectionista in toate domeniile posibile m-a facut sa imi induc singura o stare de tristete fara motiv , in timp ce aveam destule motive sa fiu fericita.Dar acum pot spune ca sunt.&lt;br /&gt;
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Cu totii am participat la un spectacol de artificii. Acel zgomot al exploziei si superbele culori ce apar pe cer in urma acesteia nu iti pot crea o alta stare in afara de fericire. Dar ganditi-va cum ar fi , sa simti acea explozie venind din inauntrul tau , umplundu-ti tot corpul de o vibratie in urma careia de abia te mai poti tine pe picioare , iar respiratia iti este incetinita semnificativ si nu poti face altceva inafara de a zambi. Asa ma simt acum...&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt; OPTIMISM &amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Pana acum...lucrurile parca nu se desirau asa cum imi imaginam eu si cu siguranta nu cum voiam.Caracterul meu oscilant ma face uneori sa sar dintr-o extrema in alta.Acum sunt extrem de optimista legat de tot ce ma inconjoara , iar in clipa urmatoare simt ca nu sunt destul de buna pentru a realiza tot ce imi doresc , sau nu muncesc destul sau timpul nu imi mai ajunge...Este o stare ce ma copleseste , din care reusesc sa ies doar cu ajutorul prietenilor si a timpului , dar uneori pana si timpul te inseala.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt; DRAGOSTE &amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Nu am crezut niciodata ca exista atat de multa dragoste in jurul meu.Nu o vedeam , nu o simteam si nu o recunosteam.Insa soarta s-a decis sa imi deschida ochii si la acest capitol.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt; ALTE INGREDIENTE&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Ingrediente sunt multe , prea multe , foarte multe.Ingredinte pentru ce? Pentru viata desigur si in acelasi timp pentru fiecare miscare din jurul meu. Lucrurile mici , sunt ingredientele perfecte ce pot transforma un simplu minut , intr-o amintire de neuitat.&lt;br /&gt;
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In sfarsit , de ce sa gasesc motive pentru a fi suparata , cand pot pur si simplu sa le accept pe cele datorita carora sunt fericita?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/feeds/2272589738141313546/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/2012/08/fericire-optimism-dragoste-si-alte.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305643294822726337/posts/default/2272589738141313546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305643294822726337/posts/default/2272589738141313546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/2012/08/fericire-optimism-dragoste-si-alte.html' title='Fericire , optimism , dragoste si alte ingrediente'/><author><name>Anda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231265860843193440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6nSeqZMOkKU/TeFBgArANlI/AAAAAAAAABg/gXuWV6_Mfl4/s220/pixie_wonder.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305643294822726337.post-1686946584454972526</id><published>2012-04-05T12:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-05T12:12:15.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6FEuJBkPNq2oQoobem0hyphenhyphenR33hbK3L6OGDSiiBV05p-AASp6JJnh00JKk30mKnynk-zrfScx_y9FZJjZf3OoIqHp4wUTW3JrS-4fT3QhPlpquYsCqab1GL7XkwhFfg0BkqjztuwXnx9MA/s1600/DSCN2792.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6FEuJBkPNq2oQoobem0hyphenhyphenR33hbK3L6OGDSiiBV05p-AASp6JJnh00JKk30mKnynk-zrfScx_y9FZJjZf3OoIqHp4wUTW3JrS-4fT3QhPlpquYsCqab1GL7XkwhFfg0BkqjztuwXnx9MA/s320/DSCN2792.JPG&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Guvernul s-a ascuns acum...si s-au ascuns bine..nimeni nu stie unde sunt..probabil isi pun la cale un plan de salvare..De maine , incepe serviciul si nu o sa mai fie atat de multi oameni pe strazi , o sa se mai calmeze apele cel putin asa cred.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sa speram ca totul va fi bine intr-un final...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/feeds/2143990427817167287/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/2012/01/revoltarea-populatiei.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305643294822726337/posts/default/2143990427817167287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305643294822726337/posts/default/2143990427817167287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/2012/01/revoltarea-populatiei.html' title='Revoltarea populatiei'/><author><name>Anda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231265860843193440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6nSeqZMOkKU/TeFBgArANlI/AAAAAAAAABg/gXuWV6_Mfl4/s220/pixie_wonder.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305643294822726337.post-7169958136058027315</id><published>2012-01-13T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T10:04:56.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenindu-mi</title><content type='html'>Am citit un blog de curand. Un blog superb scris , foarte bine organizat si cu gandurile scrise impecabil.Aceasta fata , mi-a amintit ca si eu am un blog , ca si eu scriu , sau cel putin asa obisnuiam acum multa vreme in urma , cand nu eram atat de schimbata cum sunt acum. In acea vreme , stiam cine sunt , ce imi place , la ce sunt buna , care imi sunt prietenii , ce vreau de la viata si multe astfel de detalii.Astazi , nu mai sunt asa. Nu imi mai cunosc principiile , nu mai stiu ce trebuie sa fac , ce imi place si ce talente am , pentru ca pana la urma toti avem un talent. Ceva m-a schimbat , insa nu stiu ce. Ceva m-a transformat in aceasta persoana complet diferita de cea care obisnuiam sa fiu , m-a facut mai insensibila si mai trista. Nu mai rad cu aceeasi pofta , nu mai am incredere in mine si nu mai stiu pe ce drum sa o apuc. Probabil este normal pentru aceasta varsta ( 16 ani ) , dar as vrea sa nu fie.&lt;br /&gt;
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Oricum , in acest timp al &quot;transformarii&quot; , am invatat totusi ceva. Am invatat sa nu mai accept orice relatie cu orice baiat imi iese in cale. Acum nu va ganditi ca am fost cu nu stiu cati baieti , caci nu a fost asa.Insa , de cele mai multe ori , nu asteptam sa il cunosc pana la capat , si acceptam sa fiu cu el. Nu stiu de ce faceam asta , probabil simteam nevoia de o persoana care sa fie mai apropiata de mine decat ceilalti , care sa imi trezeasca altfel de sentimente si care sa imi produca altfel de stari , dar mi-am dat seama curand ca nu alegeam persoanele potrivite.Dupa aceasta poveste , am inceput sa caut ,crezand ca asa voi da de persoana potrivita pentru mine , la aceasta varsta.Asa cum era de asteptat , am dat cu capu de pragul de sus si am aflat prin propria suferinta ca nu era asa. Asa ca am invatat altceva : sa astept. Am invatat sa nu ma mai preocup atat de mult cu aceasta problema si sa imi gasesc alte ocupatii pentru a ma detasa de aceasta continua atmosfera de cautare.&lt;br /&gt;
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Acum &amp;nbsp;, nu mai ramane decat sa treaca timpul , pentru ca &quot;ranile&quot; trecute sa se vindece in speranta ca va rasari si soarele asa cum ar trebui si asa cum ne dorim cu totii , si nu cum a rasarit pana acum.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/feeds/7169958136058027315/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/2012/01/revenindu-mi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305643294822726337/posts/default/7169958136058027315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305643294822726337/posts/default/7169958136058027315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/2012/01/revenindu-mi.html' title='Revenindu-mi'/><author><name>Anda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231265860843193440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6nSeqZMOkKU/TeFBgArANlI/AAAAAAAAABg/gXuWV6_Mfl4/s220/pixie_wonder.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305643294822726337.post-1346387930855530407</id><published>2011-10-13T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T10:23:35.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ulei de ricin!</title><content type='html'>Okk...povestea incepe cu parul meu , care de la un timp isi face de cap si cade intr-o nesimtire ce intrece orice limite ( no offence ). Am ajuns sa stau 5 minute dupa ce fac baie sa strang parul din baie pentru ca e pur si simplu peste tot!. Trecand peste , o prietena mi-a spus sa incerc cu ulei de ricin.Ok. Dau fuga pana la primul magazin si cumpar o sticluta de ulei de ricin.Ajung acasa si il desfac , ce sa zic , arata cam dubios dar in fine. A doua zi ma spal pe cam.Ma spal bine , ca sa fiu sigura ca o sa isi faca efectu de fiecare data la fel de bine , doua ture de sampon , una de balsam si respectivul ulei de ricin.Il intind bine sa nu ramana si ma usuc pe par.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ma usuc calumea , ca vorba aia sa nu racesc mai rau si sa stea si calumea.Dupa ce il usuc , trec cu mana prin par si ajung la concluzia ca mai degraba imi puneam apa cu zahar in cap si tot nu era atat de lipicios si ....fixat! buuuun...se pare ca trebuia sa ma si clatesc , dar eu obosita la 9 seara dupa o zi cu 7 ore din care doua de mate , fizica , chimie , informatica si inca multe altele in fine , nu mi-am dat seama...&lt;br /&gt;
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Ca sa nu pierd timp , mi-am aruncat capul deasupra cazii si mi-am pus dusul in cap.Doar cu apa , nu s-a dus desigur. Torn sampon.NU SE IA... A trebuit sa ma descurc asa ca am luat o periuta de dinti speciala pentru astfel de situatii si sa imi frec pielea capului cu ea..SI nici asa nu s-a dus complet , dar macar nu mai era asa.M-am uscat iar , dar de data aceasta intr-o neglijenta absolut incredibila , dupa care l-am indreptat cu placa , lucru de care incerc sa ma las pentru ca este ca un drog.&lt;br /&gt;
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SO .... cam asa cu parul meu.. NU VA LUATI ULEI DE RICIN!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/feeds/1346387930855530407/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/2011/10/ulei-de-ricin.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305643294822726337/posts/default/1346387930855530407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305643294822726337/posts/default/1346387930855530407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/2011/10/ulei-de-ricin.html' title='Ulei de ricin!'/><author><name>Anda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231265860843193440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6nSeqZMOkKU/TeFBgArANlI/AAAAAAAAABg/gXuWV6_Mfl4/s220/pixie_wonder.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305643294822726337.post-2901533578087912637</id><published>2011-07-02T05:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T05:38:53.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Legat de reviewuri</title><content type='html'>Legat de cele 5 reviewuri , au caracter de tip reclama deoarece le-am luat de pe siteul amfostacolo.ro unde le-am scris prima data in urma cu ceva timp si am decis sa le pun si aici.&lt;br /&gt;
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xoxo</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/feeds/2901533578087912637/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/2011/07/legat-de-reviewuri.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305643294822726337/posts/default/2901533578087912637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305643294822726337/posts/default/2901533578087912637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/2011/07/legat-de-reviewuri.html' title='Legat de reviewuri'/><author><name>Anda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231265860843193440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6nSeqZMOkKU/TeFBgArANlI/AAAAAAAAABg/gXuWV6_Mfl4/s220/pixie_wonder.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305643294822726337.post-8179589868728292457</id><published>2011-07-02T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T05:37:14.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review #5 , Bulgaria , hotel Iberostar [Sunny Beach]</title><content type='html'>Am petrecut pastele impreuna cu familia la acest hotel si va voi  spune asa per total lucrurile bune si rele. O sa incep cu cele rele  intrucat sunt f putine...  &lt;br /&gt;
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-Hotelul nu este pe plaja, ci se trece pe un podet de lemn cam  saracacios (aveti grija la picioare sa nu nimeriti in vreun cui). Dar  plaja este f mare si mult mai frumoasa ca la noi. Intrarea in mare este  liiina iar apa este limpede.  &lt;br /&gt;
-Pe timpul zilei te cam plictiseai cel putin acum in extrasezon,  deoarece muzica nu puneau ca sa ai ce asculta, si afara la mese cat  puteai sa stai si sa bei??  &lt;br /&gt;
-Erau cam putine mese si scaune pentru cat de mare este hotelul  si pentru cat de multa lume e adica la masa cel putin umblam cam 10 min  sa gasim o masa sau chiar trebuia sa o ochim pe cea la care termina de  mancat cel mai repede si sa stam pe langa ea ca sa avem unde sta...  &lt;br /&gt;
-Ideea cu locul amenajat cu nisip la un metru de piscina este  foarte proasta chiar si in extrasezon deoarece copiii care se joaka  acolo in nisip o sa mai nimereasca si prin piscina. Din acest motiv  curatau piscina cu un aspirator special in fiecare seara pentru ca era  pliiiin de nisip deci imaginati-va ce este acolo vara cand e aglomerat  si nu sunt nici dusuri ca sa se spele plodu dupa ce iese de la nisip  deci ce face? cu tot cu nisip se arunca in piscina nu? ca nu cred eu ca  mamika il duce pana in camera sa il spele si mai apoi vine inapoi la  pisicina: | si nu numai piscina se umple de nisip ci si astfaltul din  jur asa ca aveti grija pe unde calcati; )  &lt;br /&gt;
-Sucuri prea putine si proaste. De cele de la dozator sa nu va  atingeti deoarece sunt apa chioara si iti fac si greatza. Daca vreti suc  cereti Nonalcoolic cokteil ca e mai bun ala makar are gust. Sucurile  acidulate de la dozator sunt si ele proaste deoarece sunt  ffffffffffffffffffff acidulate si nu au niciun gust.  &lt;br /&gt;
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-Parcarea este cu plata desi este a hotelului ceea ce mi se pare  absurd si este si destul de inghesuita. Noi am fost nevoiti sa o tinem  in strada iar altii au fost directionati catre o parcare de la alt hotel  care nu era deschis dar la care statea un tigan care cred ca era tot de  la Iberostar si cerea bani de parcare deci...  &lt;br /&gt;
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-In camera se facea zilnic curat totu schimbat (prosoape asternut  fete de perne etc). In fiecare zi ne surprindeau cu cate o forma facuta  din prosoape pe pat (lebede, flori, camasa cu cravata, barcutza etc)  ceea ce ne-a facut o mare placere.  &lt;br /&gt;
-Staful ffff prietenos si tot timpul la dispozitia noastra. Nu se  uitau urat daca stateai cu picioarele pe masa (ca romanii asta faceau)  sau daca scuipai seminte pe jos (ca asta faceau).  &lt;br /&gt;
-Camerele SUUUUUPER mari deci cand am intrat in camera aia am  ramas masca... In camera standard patul copilului este spearat de o nisa  de cel dublu al parintilor ca acesta sa nu vada ce se intampla acolo:  &amp;gt;... f inteligent. bravo lor.  &lt;br /&gt;
-Mancarea fff buna nu am avut nicio problema. pe toate gusturilor  salatele sunt extraordinare iar inghetata nu trebuie sa o ratati  deoarece inghetata atat de buna ca aia nu am mai mankat in viatza mea...   &lt;br /&gt;
-Echipa de animatie toata ziua incercau sa distreze lumea chiar  daca nu prea le reusea deoarece romanii nu prea le au cu astea. Seara la  8 era discoteca pentru copii iar la 9 era spectacolul pentru adulti dar  nu era cine stie ce se proateau si ei pe scena dar macar se chinuiau.  Adica in ultima zi cand mai ramasesem doar noi si inka vreo cateva  familii (echipa de animatie era mai numeroasa decat noi) ei tot au facut  spectacol si si-au batut capul ca noi sa nu ne plictisim ceea ce nu  cred ca o sa se intample vreodata la noi... Adica totusi iti ia timp si  chef si energie sa faci acele spectacole si ei s-au straduit BRAVO  LOR!!!  &lt;br /&gt;
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-Pentru fete: barmanii si cei de la animatie erau ffff draguutzi  cred ca au fost alesi speciali deoarece nu imi puteam lua ochii de la  ei.  &lt;br /&gt;
-Cei de la animatie sunt fff prietenosi si educati intrucat  intr-o seara noi jucam remi si a venit Vladimir (de la animatie) si ne-a  intrebat: Pot sa stau jos? Imi permiteti? NU va deranjez vreau doar sa  privesc sa invat si eu cum se joaka. Si l-am lasat si i-am si explikat  si la sfarsit ne-a multumit si l-am intrebat despre statiunea Duni si a  zis ca este f frumos si ca merita vazut si ne-a mai reomandat si nijte  munti ff frumosi si ne-a zis sa nu ne aruncam niciodata la muntii mari  la care se duce toata lumea deoarece cei mici au mult mai multe de  aratat. Adica stiu cum sa isi promoveze tara, stiu cum sa iti atraga  atentia si stiu ce sa zica atunci cand deschid gura.  &lt;br /&gt;
-la receptie au niste bomboane extraordinat de bune sa nu le ratati!  &lt;br /&gt;
-Internetul este 3 leva jumate de ora sau 5 leva o ora adika 10 lei ora sau 6 le jumatate de ora.  &lt;br /&gt;
Mi-a placut foarte mult acest hotel. Pot spune ca daca ar fi fost  pe plaja si ar fi avut putin mai multa mancare ar fi putut fi fara  nicio problema de 5 stele. Spre deosebire de noi, ei stiu cum sa isi  promoveze tara, cum sa o prezinte intr-un mod placut ceea ce noi nu  facem niciodata...  &lt;br /&gt;
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-pfff... greu de gasit ceva rau la hotelul asta... camera a fost  cam inghesuita dar pana la urma nu stai in camera dar cum eu sunt  pretentioasa mi-ar fi placut o camera mai mare unde sa ma pot dezlantui  ca sa zic asa:))...  &lt;br /&gt;
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-Cameristele se trezeau sa faca curat exact la ora la care unii  oameni dormeau (in prima zi si noi deoarece am venit cu masina si eram  foarte obositi) ceea ce nu era chiar placut.  &lt;br /&gt;
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-Marea cu pietre dar exista un ponton care te ducea exact unde  trebuie, cu o scara pe care coborai iar pe ponton niste saltelute si  fotolii pe care puteai sa stai si sa admiri marea.  &lt;br /&gt;
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-Serviciile f bune stafful foarte politicos si respectuos cu  clientii. Nu se uitau urat orice ai fi facut si credeti-ma ca rusii  faceau muulte.  &lt;br /&gt;
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-Intr-o seara au facut o maaare petrecere cu un tort uriias  pentru toata lumea. O parte din staf a fost strans pe o platforma de la  piscina si de acolo pe muzica s-au aruncat pe rand in apa. A fost ca un  fel de multumire pentru munca lor ceea ce mi s-a parut a fi foarte  frumos si chiar au meritat acest lucru deoarece nu stateau locului ziua  munceau incontinuu... Tot in seara aceea au pregatit si un spectacol pe  care nu il voi uita niciodata. O dansatoare profesionsita din buric,  cascadorii, magie, contorsionisti EXTRAORDINAR!!!  &lt;br /&gt;
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-Mancarea ffffffffffff bune si mult prea multa. Acolo si cel mai  pretentios om de pe planeta gaseste de mancare si inca f mult. Daca va  ingrasati repede nu va recomand deoarece o data ce va apucati de mancat  credeti-ma nu va mai opriti deoarece totul arata mult prea bine ca sa  refuzi.  &lt;br /&gt;
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-Sucurile de la dozator ffffff buune extraordinare chiar.  &lt;br /&gt;
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-Piscinele maaari curate luna si clare cum nu s-a mai vazut. Staful stia cum sa aiba grija de ele.  &lt;br /&gt;
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-Exista si o discoteca la care sincer nu am fost dar despre care  am auzit ca este super. Am intrat intr-o seara sa vad cum arata dar nu  am stat si este chiar superba cu luminitite colorate peste tot! Pur si  simplu iti atrag atentia.  &lt;br /&gt;
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-Baruri peste tot cu niste cokteiluri extraordinare aranjate  intr-un fel in care nu am mai vazut pana acum. Intr-o seara, la o terasa  din incinta hotelului la care seara era numai bine de stat, ne-a adus o  bautura de bun venit facuta intr-o nuca de cocos gaurita, iar in acele  gauri erau paie din care bea toata lumea intrucat erau pentru fiecare  persoana de la masa. DELICIOS...  &lt;br /&gt;
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-Ziua la pisicina se faceau diferite jocuri pentru copii si  adulti (darts, jokuri cu mingea, coarda, dans pe muzika, jokul cu  scaunele etc). Pe la ora 11 parca sau 10 nu mai stiu exact venea o fata  rusoaica si facea cu doamnele gimnastica in apa, Am fost si eu si am  avut febra musculara toata vacanta dar a meritat: X &lt;br /&gt;
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-La 12 exhipa de animatie venea pe platforma din mijlokul  piscinei principale care era extraordinar de mare si puneau muzika si ne  invitau la dans deoarece hotelul avea dans propriu pe o melodie (Que si  que no). Si toata lumea se strangea pe marginea piscinei si dansa era  foarte frumos: X &lt;br /&gt;
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-veneau la tine si te intrebau daca totul este in regula daca te  simti bine sau daca doresti ceva ceea ce mi s-a parut un gets frumos  faptul ca se intereseaza si ca le pasa de cum te simti lucru care la noi  nu se intampla nici daca ii dai spaga: | &lt;br /&gt;
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-Inghetata f buna, nu la fel ca cea de la bulgari cei drept dar  BUNA: X nu te puteai satura iti puneai singur in cornet atat cat voiai: X &lt;br /&gt;
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-langa pisicina de relaxare de langa cladirea unde este si  restaurantul, era un mic bar unde aduceau tot timpul torturi de toate  felurile extraordinar de bune a fost prima oara cand am pus gura pe tort  cu frisca si fructe deoarece nu prea mananc asa ceva. Si tot acolo la  ora 4 parca venea o turcoaica si facea goezleme (un fel de turte cu  legume carne etc. ) foarte bune si era foarte frumos sa vezi cum le  face.  &lt;br /&gt;
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- Muzika toata ziua, zambete toata ziua, te bagau in seama  vorbeau cu tine fetele primeau declaratii de dragoste de la staff ceea  ce era dragutz:) te incurajau voiau sa faca poze cu tine sa ai amintire  si multe multe chestii de care doamna Udrea nu a auzit si nici nu o sa  auda vreodata imi pare rau pentru ea dar gentile ei, bicicletele si  telegondola deschisa mai devreme nu ne incurajeaza cu nimic.  &lt;br /&gt;
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-Sezlong gaseai oricand oriunde deoarece erau 3 piscina f mari cu  muulte sezlonguri asa ca nu trebuia sa te trezesti la 5 ca sa ai unde  sa stai deoarece gaseai loc.  &lt;br /&gt;
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-Flori peste flori  , copaci peste copaci fiecare cu o descriere (  de unde provine cum se numeste etc ) Toate culorile posibile , ficusi  de metrii inaltime la fel si cactusi si alti pomi supeeerbi...in gradina  acolo erau niste pasari care deocamdata am uitat cum se numeau care  stateau libere acolo si erau superbe:X &lt;br /&gt;
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ce pot spune este ca nu am nimic de reprosat acestui hotel sunt f  fericita ca am avut sansa sa ajung la el si sunt sigura ca o sa ma mai  duc acolo deaorece este un hotel perfect, nu de fite, dar care iti  asigura tot ce vrei si care te satisface din toate punctele de vedere.  As vrea sa avem si noi asa ceva dar la noi nu este posibil ca de daca nu  ai cu cine nu ai si cu asta basta dar ma bucur ca mai exista tari pe  lumea asta care stiu sa si-o prezinte si sa si-o promoveze si care stiu  sa te faca sa te simti OM asa cum face Turcia: X &lt;br /&gt;
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Daca doriti o vacantza in care sa va simtiti apreciat si respectat, duceti-va in Turcia!!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/feeds/1959373756498608720/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/2011/07/review-4-turcia-hotel-delphin-botanik.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305643294822726337/posts/default/1959373756498608720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305643294822726337/posts/default/1959373756498608720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/2011/07/review-4-turcia-hotel-delphin-botanik.html' title='Review #4 Turcia , hotel Delphin Botanik [ Alanya]'/><author><name>Anda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231265860843193440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6nSeqZMOkKU/TeFBgArANlI/AAAAAAAAABg/gXuWV6_Mfl4/s220/pixie_wonder.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305643294822726337.post-1536256482046660268</id><published>2011-07-02T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T05:35:08.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review #3  Turcia , hotel Crystal Family Resort [ Bogazkent]</title><content type='html'>Am fost si aici si nu pot spune ca sunt pe deplin multumita si o sa   explic mai jos de ce. Ca de obicei BUNE si RELE si incep cu cele rele:  &lt;br /&gt;
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-Spatiul mult prea mic, putine flori, numai ciment ceea ce mie  personal nu imi place. Inghesuit nu aveai pe unde sa te duci era doar o  cararea principala care ducea la hotel si la piscina si atat.  &lt;br /&gt;
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-Langa hotelul nostru se construia un altul, numit Siam care acum  este gata, si era permanent praf si zgomot de picamar si tot asa si era  chiar enervant dar nu aveam ce face.  &lt;br /&gt;
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-Hotelul era izolat daca ieseai nu aveai ce vedea decat un morman de praf. Era absolut sinistru in afara hotelului.  &lt;br /&gt;
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-Nisipul cam malos adica norois mi se facuse si rau cand am calcat prima data deoarece e nisip improvizat.  &lt;br /&gt;
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-Echipa de animatori cam slabuta nu prea te distra si in fiecare  seara cel putin la mini disco erau aceleasi meldoii enervante cu A ram  zam zam si Choco choco lat lat care incepusera sa ma zgarie pe creier.  &lt;br /&gt;
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-Prea de fite. Scump si nu se justifica decat la mancare si la pisicina care e una singura dar mare si frumoasa.  &lt;br /&gt;
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-Unii din staff erau la un moment dat chiar enervanti adica de  exemplu iti luau sapca si ti-o aruncau in apa si chiar daca le ziceai ca  nu iti place tot o faceau si la un moment dat devenea enervant.  &lt;br /&gt;
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-Noaptea o galagie de nedescris intrucat rusii isi fac simtita prezenta...  &lt;br /&gt;
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-Camera era una obisnuita ce sa zic... Nici mare nici mica...  &lt;br /&gt;
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-Bautura buna de toate felurile. Rusii erau cei mai fericiti la fel si copiii deoarece sucurile erau chiar super.  &lt;br /&gt;
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-Plaja era plaja testoaselor si noaptea veneau si le puteai vedea  dar stateau paznicii si nu te lasau sa le faci poze cu blitu ca sa nu  le sperii ceea ce e normal dar te lasau sa te uiti la ele pentru ca nu  vezi asa ceva in fiecare zi. Erau mari si frumoase iar pe plaja in unele  locuri nisipu erau inconjurat de niste bete si scria ca acolo sa nu  deranjam nisipu pentru ca sunt oua de testoase. Frumos din partea lor ca  le apara.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Nu m-as mai intoarce la acest hotel deoarece in afara de plaja  testoaselor nu m-a uimit nimic. Adica chiar nu prea aveai ce face acolo  fiind spatiul atat de mic si numai ciment... Este un hotel destul de  fitos asa adica mancarea este suuuper ca doar suntem in zona Belekului  acolo.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Acum depinde ce vrea fiecare om.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/feeds/1536256482046660268/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/2011/07/review-3-turcia-hotel-crystal-family.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305643294822726337/posts/default/1536256482046660268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305643294822726337/posts/default/1536256482046660268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/2011/07/review-3-turcia-hotel-crystal-family.html' title='Review #3  Turcia , hotel Crystal Family Resort [ Bogazkent]'/><author><name>Anda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231265860843193440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6nSeqZMOkKU/TeFBgArANlI/AAAAAAAAABg/gXuWV6_Mfl4/s220/pixie_wonder.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305643294822726337.post-3223815958201399197</id><published>2011-07-02T05:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T05:32:57.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review #2 ( vechi ) Bulgaria , hotel Excelsior</title><content type='html'>Eh... am fost si aici... si nu ma ma intorc... BUNE si RELE:  &lt;br /&gt;
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-Nicio sansa de distractie. Fara animatori fara nimic... chiar  daca nu este un hotel de 5 stele parerea mea este ca tot ar trebui sa  incerce sa te distreze indiferent de cate stele are hotelul...  &lt;br /&gt;
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Nu stiu ce sa va mai zic la hotelul asta pentru ca nu mi-a placut  si nu vi-l recomand decat daca sunteti intr-un fel sau altul obligati  sa mergeti aici...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/feeds/3223815958201399197/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/2011/07/review-2-vechi-bulgaria-hotel-excelsior.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305643294822726337/posts/default/3223815958201399197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305643294822726337/posts/default/3223815958201399197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/2011/07/review-2-vechi-bulgaria-hotel-excelsior.html' title='Review #2 ( vechi ) Bulgaria , hotel Excelsior'/><author><name>Anda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231265860843193440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6nSeqZMOkKU/TeFBgArANlI/AAAAAAAAABg/gXuWV6_Mfl4/s220/pixie_wonder.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305643294822726337.post-1664013745976982032</id><published>2011-07-02T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T05:33:37.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review #1  ( vechi , dar ar trebui sa fie aici ) Bulgaria , hotel Calimera Club</title><content type='html'>Am ajuns si noi in Bulgaria –Sunny Beach pe data de 16 august 2010 sa  incercam si noi marea cu degetu. Ne-am cazat la hotelul: Calimera  Club…sau cum ii zice.  &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Cazarea:&lt;/b&gt; fiind un complex format din 3 corpuri: Flora,  Rodopi si Zvete, nu am stiut la care suntem cazati asa ca ne-am dus ca  tot omul la cea mai apropiata cladire.  &lt;br /&gt;
Parcam noi masina in fata hotelului, ne dam jos, ne indreptam  spre usa si cum ajungem in dreptul usii sar niste romani pe noi: ati  parcat masina in strada?? !! Noi: pai…da…unde altundeva? Ei: NUUU!!!  Plecati repede de aici luati-o si duceti-va cu ea la parcarea de aici de  langa noi (ne-a aratat pe unde sa ne ducem) ca o ridica astia una doua  si ramaneti fara ea cum am patit si noi ieri…Noi cand auzim asta…ramanem  gen: ce naiba?? !!! Ce credeti ca fac bulgarasii??? nici nu asteapta sa  te cazezi ca ei stau la coltu drumului cu masinuta de tractare si te  pandesc de nici nu ajungi in receptie si iti si iau masina… &lt;br /&gt;
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Ne ducem noi si gasim &lt;b&gt;parcarea&lt;/b&gt;... intram... vine bulgaru  la noi si ne zice: 5 Euro/day…noi in mintea noastra: doamne dumnezeule  astia au innebunit! Ce era sa facem... i-am dat 50 de euro pt cele 10  zile cat am stat si ne-am luat bagajele si ne-am dus de am reusit sa  intram in receptie... Am fost la receptia de la Flora si acolo in 5  minute ne-a pus bratara la mana si ne-a spus ca suntem cazati la  Zvete... ne-am dus la Zvete ne-am aranjat in camera si ne-am inceput  concediul...  &lt;br /&gt;
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Televizor, aer conditionat, frigider (era dotat cu 3 cutii de  suc: cola fanta si inca ceva, costau fiecare 3 Leva adica cam 6 lei in  banii nostrii)... Baia marisoara si frumos aranjata cu oglinda, feon (se  oprea o data la 1 min pt ca se incingea si trebuia sa astepti inca un  minut pana se racea si pornea inapoi)...  &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Curatenia:&lt;/b&gt; Femeia de servici era destul de smecherasa...  in ce sens? Venea pe la ora 12 (pranz) sau ceva de genu si facea doar  atat: aranja patura pe pat (pe care de obicei noi o lasam frumos  aranjata ca sa nu fim nesimtiti si ea doar ii indoia un colt ca sa vedem  noi ca a fost pe acolo), dadea cu aspiratoru si schimba prosoapele din  baie daca era cazu (adica daca le lasam noi pe jos pt ca daca vrei sa le  schimbe trebuie sa le lasi pe jos, daca nu voiai sa le schimbe le lasai  atarnate de bara lor) si cam atat... Sampon si sapun trebuia sa ii  amintim noi sa ne puna, ca ea se facea ca uita... deci in caz de orice e  bine sa aveti un sapun la voi... in schimb ne umplea de hartie  igienica.  &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Stafful:&lt;/b&gt; nu era prea politicos... nu te baga in seama...  nu foarte zambareti, cam sictiriti. unii chiar comentau unii turisiti...  in fine... trecem peste. Se vedea clar ca se prefac amabili dar nu prea  le reusea. Se comportau gen: eh... asa. ca sa fie... sa nu ziceti ca nu  am zambit. un singur animator era fff dragut, cel de la adolescenti, ca  restu erau pe alta planeta.  &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Echipa de animatie:&lt;/b&gt; bai... cei drept te animau... in ce  sens? Stateai si te uitai la ei cum se leagana pe scenuta aia si radeai  de ei... animatie nu gluma... cei drept ne distram... slabi rau de  tot... faceau playback pe melodii de Queen, Albano si Romina sau mai  stiu eu ce formatie de acum 20 – 30 si nu stiu cati ani... in fine...  trecem si peste asta... macar ei se straduiau sa faca ceva...  &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Piscinele:&lt;/b&gt; erau 3 exterioare si una interioara... jacuzzi  nu am vazut... ingirijite bine, nu la fel de clare ca la turci cei drept  (fac comparatie cu turcii pentru ca am ajuns si pe acolo si stiu ce am  vazut)... In unele locuri gaseai nisip pe fundul piscinei. Umbrelute si  sezlonguri pe mal... frumos aranjat.  &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Barurile:&lt;/b&gt; era un singur bar la piscina principala si inca  unul la alta piscina dar mai micut. Sucurile de la dozator acceptabile,  aveau gust de suc si nu de chimicale cum am mai patit la bulgari in alta  parte, berea asa si asa, vodka bunicica, vinul (rosu, alb) prost,  coktailurile depinde de gustul fiecaruia aveau si vreo doua – trei  feluri fara alcool (asta din experienta parintilor)...  &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Restaurantele si mancarea:&lt;/b&gt; fiecare hotel (Flora, Rodopi,  Zvete) avea restaurantul lui, dar aratau la fel... se servea aceeasi  mancare la toate, nu conta la care te duci ca tot aceeasi hrana  gaseai...  &lt;br /&gt;
Mancarea nu era exaordinara si putina... practic nu aveai ce sa  mananci... aveai un fel doua cu carne si restul mancaruri de legume  (putine, si toate erau cu sosuri scarboase cu acel gust specific pentru  cantina gen impinge tava)... erau in jur de 8 tavi cu mancare (legume,  niste musaca sau ceva de genu si alte chestii de care nu iti venea sa te  atingi pe calduria aia) doua plite unde seara se faceau cartofi prajiti  si ceva gratar (nu va imaginati ca va dadeau ceafa de porc sau piept de  pui, ci aripioare, copanele si niste carnaciori, dar nu toti intr-o  seara plus ca nu erau bine facuti de cele mai multe ori mancarea era  cruda, iti prajea pe plita aripioarele cu tot cu os nule dezosau si nu  se faceau calumea) painea doar de 3 feluri, la dulciuri iti dadeau niste  prajituri cu un fel de crema colorata (galben, roz, verde, albastra) pe  deasupra, pe un fel de aluat si mai rar baklavale (trebuia sa stai la  panda pentru ca aducea o singura farfurie spre final cand lumea se  indopase deja cu cremele alea colorate)... fructele: struguri, pepene  galben si rosu, banane, piersici, prune, mere), compot de gutui si prune  parca... salate: rosii, castraveti, salata, morcov (le combinai tu)  varza rosie... Inghetata in schimb era extraordinar de buna.  &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Plaja:&lt;/b&gt; la maxim 5 minute de hotel... frumoaaasa si marea  este absolut geniala acolo... curata si nu adanca... adica mergeai ceva  pana sa ajungi la apa adanca... erau zone delimitate de niste sfori cu  bile care delimitau zona de unde plecau barcile ce trageau banane si  alte chestii gonflabile de zona in care inota lumea... nisipul fin...  petreceri pe plaja cum nu am mai vazut... chiar in fata hotelului era un  drum scurt plin cu magazine ce ducea direct pe plaja... superb &lt;br /&gt;
60% nemti, restul amestecat (olandezi, romani dar putini, cativa  bulgari si mai stiu eu ce) ceea ce s-a simtit intrucat acestia sunt f  educati linisititi si politicosi... isi iau mancare atat cat pot manca,  nu beau vodka incontinuu ca stim noi cine, politicosi, in piscina nu iti  sar in cap, nu tipa... etc etc...  &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Statiunea:&lt;/b&gt; sunny beach este suuuperba si perfecta pentru  tinerii ce au chef de distractie... muzica toata noaptea, porumb fiert,  popcorn, inghetata, casa groazei, bungee jumping, cinema 5D, etc...  mereu este aglomerat dar e suportabil... muzica peste tot... nemti  petrecand... suuper &lt;br /&gt;
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Legat de &lt;b&gt;mancare&lt;/b&gt;, la pranz era zilnic aceeasi mancare si  deloc apetisanta, nu aveai ce alege: miel facut la tava cred (nu rau dar  nici grozav), niste supe (cea de pui era bunicica) fructe (nu erau  reci) paine, cartofi fierti (la pranz nu gaseai cartofi prajiti decat la  snack bar unde se facea si pizza si uneori shaorma sau hot dog dar nu  erau mare chestie).  &lt;br /&gt;
Faza interesanta este ca de exemplu azi la restaurante mananci  miel, iar a doua zi mielul se muta impreuna cu alta mancare de la  restaurant la snack bar... mancarea de azi o vezi maine in alta culoare  sau servire la snack bar... salata de la restaurant o gaseai la tipu  care face shaorma... In fine...  &lt;br /&gt;
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O sa aveti ceva de lucru cu tipu care se ocupa de &lt;b&gt;piscina principala&lt;/b&gt;.  Conform regulamentului acestei piscini, ai voie sa intri in apa si sa  iti pui salteluta pe sezlong incepand cu ora 9 (dimineata). Bulgarul de  la care luai saltele era acolo dis de dimineata si pazea teritoriul.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Unii oameni, nestiind aceasta regula (ca nu ai voie sa te atingi  de saltelutele bulgarului inainte de ora 9) se duceau si isi luau saltea  si o puneau pe sezlong cu prosopul personal pe deasupra (intrucat nu  iti dadeau prosoape trebuie sa ai tu de acasa prosop de plaja) si plecau  sa manance (practic isi rezervau si ei locul pentru ca deja de pe la  ora 8 jumate nu mai gaseai locuri libere)... Bulgaru’ ce facea? Ca erai  de fata, ca nu erai, el se ducea si iti smulgea salteaua cu tot tupeul  si nesimtirea posibila si o ducea la loc, iti arunca sapca daca o aveai  pe sezlong pe jos, iar prosoapele le arunca pe sezlongul vecin, astfel  ca tu cand veneai de la masa, iti gaseai toate lucrurile imprastiate in  jurul sezlongului, iar el statea bine merci in foisorul lui pazinf  mandru saltelele.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Cand se apropia ora 9 ce credeti ca facea? Se ducea mai intr-o  parte si se prefacea ca nu vede lumea care vine sa ceara saltele, ca ei  sa fe nevoiti sa vina la el si sa il roage frumooos de tot sa le dea  saltele. Daca indrazneai sa ceri saltea la 9 fara 5 minute sa fi sigur  ca nu primeai ca doar nu e ora 9 INCA!...  &lt;br /&gt;
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Nu pot spune ca nu mi-a placut, dar au existat mici lucruri la  care mai au de lucrat, mai ales ca complexul este f frumos si e pacat sa  isi piarda din frumusete din cauza unor maruntisuri care, cei drept iti  fac vacanta mai frumoasa sau mai putin frumoasa...  &lt;br /&gt;
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Nu am inteles un lucru... Ei spun ca au principiul de ULTRA All  Inclusive... dar... ce e ULTRA??? Nu am vazut nimic care sa fie asa  de... ultra... dar in fine...  &lt;br /&gt;
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Existau si niste mese de biliard si alte jocuri afara, unde seara se jucau copiii in special.  &lt;br /&gt;
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In Sunny Beach, trebuie sa aveti grija, intrucat este ffffff  aglomerat (mai ceva ca mamaia) si este plin de tot felul de magazinase  cu maruntisuri si suveniruri (tricouri, magneti, sandale, parfumuri,  jucarii, argint, dulciuri, porumb fiert, inghetata, bratari si  lantisoare cu numele tau, accesorii, scoici, etc) scumpisoare care iti  atrag atentia mai ales celor mici. Peste tot vezi bulgari care incearca  care mai de care sa te atraga la terasa lor, ca sa mananci. Este plin de  baruri cu cocktailuri de tot felul, cu fete care danseaza pe mese,  karaoke si tot felul.  &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Lobby Barul:&lt;/b&gt; ne-a luat nici mai mult nici mai putin de 5  zile ca sa il gasim... este situat la piscina interioara... unde miroase  a clor, unde nu exista un geam deschis... unde nu il gaseste nimeni  deci unde nu vine nimeni deci unde nu se consuma mai nimic...  economie... asta e si ideea... eu stiam ca un Lobby bar trebuie sa fie  la receptie nu departe la piscina interioara...  &lt;br /&gt;
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In una din zile am ramas pur si simplu socata de un eveniment...  era sambata si gasesc scris la barul de la piscina scris: Animation day  off... cu alte cuvinte, azi nu ai animatie (nu ca ar fi cine stie ce)...  pe moment, nu ma socat chiar asa de tare... dar pana la sfarsitul zilei  mi s-a schimbat starea... nu a fost muzica (dj’u era in vacanta in ziua  aia) nu erau animatori deloc si toti erau plini de sictir si aveau  niste fete gen: ce mai vrei si tu?? !  &lt;br /&gt;
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Intr-o seara, merg la coada kilometrica de la gratar (se prajeau  aripioare si copane de pui, crude). Imi vine randu sa ma servesc, imi  iau cartofi prajiti (se prajeau si cartofi acolo) iar in tava de carne  nu mai erau decat doua aripioare, iar eu voiam sa mai astept putin,  poate am noroc sa scoata tanti de la gratar un copanel. Bulgaroaica se  uita la mine cu o fata gen: Tu de ce nu iti iei aripioara aia de acolo?  Ce? Astepti marea cu sarea ce naiba? Si se uita atat de urat la mine de  zici ca cine stie ce faceam. Imi pierea si pofta de mancat, nu ca ar fi  fost cine stie ce deliciu pe acolo...  &lt;br /&gt;
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Toti se uitau cu o fata la tine de te apuca si plansu, nu te  faceau sa te simti bine, nu zambeau nu veneau sa vorbeasca cu tine sa te  intrebe daca iti place acolo daca te simti bine, cum se intampla in  alte parti. Nu stiu cum au reusit ei, prin ce minune, sa castige cele 4  stele, pe care se vede clar ca nu le merita.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Muzica de pe plaja era absolut oribila. Aceleasi 5 melodii, poate  mai multe, care se repetau la nesfarsit, din anii 60... Nimic nou...  &lt;br /&gt;
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Aveau o strategie, asta e clar, si anume: sa se consume cat mai  putin. La baruri iti dadeau in pahare mici de plastic, ca sa termini  repede de baut si sa trebuiasca sa stai la coada aia infernala si sa ti  se acreasca pana la urma si sa renunti... In unele zile nu era asa de  aglomerat, dar uneori era.  &lt;br /&gt;
In ultimele 3 zile s-au trezit si ei si au dat mancare adevarata:  carnati la gratar, ceafa de porc la gratar, frigarui si cotlet de  porc... si toata lumea se ingramadea si toti erau fericiti...  &lt;br /&gt;
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Stiu ca am scris cam... mult. dar am stat 10 zile si am cam avut  ce vedea si inspecta... dar intr-un final nu pot sa spun ca nu mi-a  placut sau ca am murit de foame sau ceva de genu, dar concluzia e ca la  banii astia puteti gasi ceva mai bun.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/feeds/1664013745976982032/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/2011/07/review-1-vechi-dar-ar-trebui-sa-fie.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305643294822726337/posts/default/1664013745976982032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305643294822726337/posts/default/1664013745976982032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/2011/07/review-1-vechi-dar-ar-trebui-sa-fie.html' title='Review #1  ( vechi , dar ar trebui sa fie aici ) Bulgaria , hotel Calimera Club'/><author><name>Anda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231265860843193440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6nSeqZMOkKU/TeFBgArANlI/AAAAAAAAABg/gXuWV6_Mfl4/s220/pixie_wonder.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305643294822726337.post-1535322164245318591</id><published>2011-07-01T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T11:02:19.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One thing that I really appreciate about a person</title><content type='html'>There is one quality that I will always appreciate about a person.Do you know that persons who say that will do a thing , or will do you a favour , and after a while , they really do ? Well , those persons are like...one in a million..They are very rare and I happen to know one. He is a very special person to me , who is about to do something that he promised he would , but who I never thought he would really do it because I&#39;ve been promised that since I was 12 years old but it never happened and know this person made it happen , knowing how much this means to me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Everywhere I look , I see people who say lots of things , but do nothing.And this guy here gave me the hope that there are still some persons who keep their promises. Last year when he told me and actually promised me that he would make this dream of mine become real , I was like: Yeah sure you all say that but..thanks...And now that he kept his promise I feel proud of him and I got to know him better.&lt;br /&gt;
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There is another case around here that really disappoints me. This guy always said that he will call when he&#39;s in town just to check on us , but he never did.He&#39;s too busy? I used to believe that and lie to myself but come on ... how busy can you be ? In fact...he&#39;s on holiday...and too busy to give a call ... But it&#39;s fine .&lt;br /&gt;
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So you guy out there , I LOVE YOU for keeping your promises :*&lt;br /&gt;
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Ps: I&#39;m proud of you , and don&#39;t worry , it&#39;s going to be ok , it always is because there is something you don&#39;t know : I always get what I want sooner or later..and now it&#39;s &quot;later&quot; because last year it was not possible. Yes , you&#39;re the person I am talking about ! :*</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/feeds/1535322164245318591/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/2011/07/one-thing-that-i-really-appreciate.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305643294822726337/posts/default/1535322164245318591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305643294822726337/posts/default/1535322164245318591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/2011/07/one-thing-that-i-really-appreciate.html' title='One thing that I really appreciate about a person'/><author><name>Anda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231265860843193440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6nSeqZMOkKU/TeFBgArANlI/AAAAAAAAABg/gXuWV6_Mfl4/s220/pixie_wonder.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305643294822726337.post-4279391577061414677</id><published>2011-06-29T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T13:02:04.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>A - girl&lt;br /&gt;
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B: Hey....what&#39;s with that face of yours ?&lt;br /&gt;
A: Whaa&#39;? Nothing...&lt;br /&gt;
B: Come on...you know you can tell me&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
A: Oke...ask me &quot;What&#39;s wrong?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
B: But I just did...&lt;br /&gt;
A: Ask me again!!!&lt;br /&gt;
B: Oke...What&#39;s wrong?&lt;br /&gt;
A: Nothing&#39;s wrong everything it&#39;s just GREEAT!!!!!!! Can&#39;t you seee?!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
B: Em I wouldn&#39;t say that judging after your nervosity..&lt;br /&gt;
A: UUGH I am not nervous but how can you ask something like this I mean HELLOOO isn&#39;t it OBVIOUS that something is clearly wrong?!&lt;br /&gt;
B: Yes it it! That&#39;s why I asked you!!!&lt;br /&gt;
A: Oh..! Well listen to me and you&#39;d better listen to me for good! THIS is bad , THOSE are right , THESE are horrible and THAT&amp;nbsp; is mine! &lt;br /&gt;
B: .....oke....what are you talking about gosh YOU ARE CRAZY! YOU HAVE LOST YOUR MIND FOR REAL! What&#39;s that and this and these and those and whateveeer?!&lt;br /&gt;
A: Gosh boys are so..soo....UUUGH I HATE YOU! LISTEN: THIS is our situation / THOSE are my feelings for you / THESE are the things between us right now and THAT is your heart!! GOT IT?!&lt;br /&gt;
B: I don&#39;t know what to say...&lt;br /&gt;
A: HUH...ofcourse you don&#39;t! This is just whaat guys do! They don&#39;t do anything! They don&#39;t know what to say or do!!! You&#39;re like a ...an...a scared puppy in a big world!&lt;br /&gt;
B: Well..the world is big..&lt;br /&gt;
A: UUH gosh can;t you see ?! CAN&#39;T YOU SEE? Everything you say is wrong , everything you do turns into a DISASTER , you have no dreams , you don&#39;t sleep , you don&#39;t eat , and it seems like you can&#39;t even see me anymore gosh what&#39;s wrong with you?! YOU DO NOTHING! And still..I LOVE YOU! But I can&#39;t forget what you told me and what you did to me!&lt;br /&gt;
B: Well...it&#39;s complicated..you&#39;re right....Everything I say it&#39;s wrong because everything YOU say captures my mind and it just blocks me..everything I do turns into a disaster because YOU do everything better than me , I have no dreams because I only dream of you , I can&#39;t sleep sometimes because I can&#39;t stop thinking about how can I get you back , I don&#39;t eat because everything inside of me misses you even my stomach , I can&#39;t even see you sometimes because I feel so bad for what I did that I don&#39;t even want to see you because I feel like I will mess it up again...What&#39;s wrong with me? My heart has been killed and you&#39;re my only cure..&lt;br /&gt;
A: Now you make me cry come over here! We&#39;re fine..I love you! That&#39;s what counts! Let&#39;s get trough all that together..&lt;br /&gt;
B: Very well .Love u too.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/feeds/4279391577061414677/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/2011/06/random.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305643294822726337/posts/default/4279391577061414677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305643294822726337/posts/default/4279391577061414677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/2011/06/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Anda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231265860843193440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6nSeqZMOkKU/TeFBgArANlI/AAAAAAAAABg/gXuWV6_Mfl4/s220/pixie_wonder.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3305643294822726337.post-5383140790343173096</id><published>2011-06-22T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T08:35:59.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Politia romana de pe plaja...</title><content type='html'>Nu credeam ca o sa ajung vreodata sa scriu despre asa ceva , dar banuiesc ca exista un inceput pentru toate. Ieri am avut &quot;placerea&quot; de a urmari o superba interventie a politie de pe plaja.&lt;br /&gt;
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Era in jur de ora 4 dupa amiaza.Oamenii stateau la soare , vantul batea linistit ,copiii se jucau , iar personajele colorate care stau si umbla printre sezlonguri incercand sa iti vanda scoici , namol , lantisoare , rochite si alte prostii disparusera ( ele dobicei umbla pana pe la 1 .. dupa mai putin) si singurul care mai ramasese era un batranel ce vindea o zmeura absolut superba la copii in special. A reusit si el sa vanda vreo 5 paharele maxim de zmeura din cultura proprie , si la un moment dat , politia se decide sa faca dreptate si sa isi faca datoria. Ii fac semn batranelului de departe sa se duca inspre ei.Batranel , spune cu o voce trista care pur si simplu te facea sa plangi : &quot;Uite ca ma cheama politia...&quot; . Noi , auzind ce a zis batranelul ne-am intors sa vedem ce se intampla.Intradevar , politia il chema.Se duce omul la cei doi politisti dintre care unul din ei era echipat cu de toate ( gen FBI ) si vedem ca ii da politistului , la cerereaa acestuia cei 10 lei pe care de abia ii primise de la o doamne ce a luat pentru fiul ei zmeura. Il iau pe batranel si il urca cu tot cu cosul cu zmeura in masina de politie si il duc de pe plaja. Ce a urmat ne putem imagina: I-au luat zmeura cu tot cu cos si toata sectia de politie a mancat zmeurica din gradina in seara aceea , iar banii au ajuns la politist si saracul om a ramas pe undeva pe strada...&lt;br /&gt;
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Acum stam si ne intrebam: De ce nu era politia pe plaja cand toti tiganii trageau de tine si vindeau toate prostiile si veneau si iti ghiceau viitorul trecutul si prezentul ajutandu-te astfel sa mai scapi si de vreun obiect precum un portofel sau un telefon , dragii de ei...????? UNDE erau atunci? S-au gasit sa isi faca treaba tocmai la 4 dupa amiaza cu un amarat care nici macar 50 de lei nu stransese dupa o zi de stat in soare si care chiar muncise pentru acea zmeura..&lt;br /&gt;
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Acum mai este o chestie...ei , politistii , nu isi permit sa isi faca treaba si sa culeaga de pe plaja vreun tigan..de ce? simplu..pentru ca nici nu ar ajunge bine la sectie cu respectivu inculpat si sectia s-ar si umple de satra acestuia facand scandal.In timp ce in cazul batranului nu are cine sa intervina.&lt;br /&gt;
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Nu sunt comentatoare si nici nu prezint stirile , dar unele lucruri trebuiesc spuse...Traiasca politia romaneasca !! .... Nu pot spune decat un singur lucru: URAT!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/feeds/5383140790343173096/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/2011/06/politia-romana-de-pe-plaja.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305643294822726337/posts/default/5383140790343173096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3305643294822726337/posts/default/5383140790343173096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifecustomizer.blogspot.com/2011/06/politia-romana-de-pe-plaja.html' title='Politia romana de pe plaja...'/><author><name>Anda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05231265860843193440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6nSeqZMOkKU/TeFBgArANlI/AAAAAAAAABg/gXuWV6_Mfl4/s220/pixie_wonder.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>