<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254800563369422262</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:15:22.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FuFuLiCi</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>FuFu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04816570271022399513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/S86iRlZYQgI/AAAAAAAAADA/-HRdzOHdbEE/S220/SN854328.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254800563369422262.post-336682327885376541</id><published>2010-12-01T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T10:53:35.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am invatat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pentru inceput,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am invatat ca trebuie sa invat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am invatat ca nu conteaza cati ani ai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Conteaza cum ii dobandesti...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am invatat ca nu trebuie sa ai bani&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ca banii is buni pentru placeri...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am invatat ca intr-un timp foarte scurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se pot lega foarte multe prietenii...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am invatat ca oricat de obosit ai fi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daca ai un colectiv bun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Te poti distra si dupa 2 zile de nesomn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am invatat ca sedintele sunt pentru a dormi in ele&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Iar din somn vin ideile cele mai bune...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am invatat ca nu trebuie sa iti planifici viata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ca totul vine de la sine..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Am invatat ca pot sa zbor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si ca pot ajunge oriunde,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doar trebuie sa invatam sa avem rabdare...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Am invatat ca nu conteaza scoala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scoala din ziua de azi este doar o modalitate de iti pierde timpul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si ca totul consta in experienta care o acumulezi in viata!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am invatat ca nu trebuie sa crezi in nimeni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ci sa ii faci pe toti sa creada in tine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am invatat ca poti promite multe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dar de indeplinit nimeni nu stie...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am invatat ca oricat am privi toti asupra unui lucru&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fiecare va gandi altceva...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am invatat ca nu conteaza distanta in a tine la cineva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Conteaza cum o faci sa fie mai aproape de tine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am invatat ca poti fi caine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dar nu e de ajuns...Lupul este cel mai rau...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am invatat ca demnitatea se castiga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nu ti se da de la mama natura...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am invatat ca noi,generatia 92-94 putem schimba multe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dar ne trebuie timp si spatiu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Asta nu este nimic...Poti invata mult mai multe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dar nu le poti asterne pe o hartie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Intr-o singura zi...ora sau minut...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Iti trebuie o viata intreaga sa le poti arata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si o singura secunda sa le poti arunca...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nu scoala,nu parinti te invata toate astea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ci u singur te inveti...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spuneti da oricarei &amp;nbsp;provocari&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oricarei tentatii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Numai stati si frecati mintea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Numai asteptati orice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Parinti se vor duce candva,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si va trebui sa ramanem singuri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si atunci nimeni nu ne va mai invata,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si atunci vom invata ce insemna cu adevarat viata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Iar pentru noi,ROMANIA cu adevarat!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Treziti-va la viata,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ganditi-va mult inainde de a face ceva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si hai sa numai stam la mana oricui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sa stea altii la mana noastra!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254800563369422262-336682327885376541?l=ciufu-liki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/feeds/336682327885376541/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254800563369422262&amp;postID=336682327885376541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/336682327885376541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/336682327885376541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/2010/12/am-invatat.html' title='Am invatat...'/><author><name>FuFu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04816570271022399513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/S86iRlZYQgI/AAAAAAAAADA/-HRdzOHdbEE/S220/SN854328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254800563369422262.post-3129159213468626523</id><published>2010-11-12T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T12:15:51.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seraffina rimeaza cu Inna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oare inima rimeaza cu usturimea?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Intelesul totusi l-am aflat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Atunci cand pe tine te-am regasit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soarele stralucea,parca era rosu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apa era limpede,totusi era albastra,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cerul era negru,ca cenusa din inima noastra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Luna era alba,la fel chelia lu mosu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Galbenusul cerului,a vrut sa iti arate sa mai raman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dar nai vrut,n-ai avut tupeul sa lupti pentru el.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Parul tau rosu,pardon saten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Era ca un magnet,pardon un toreador inflacarat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si totusi,asa este si soarele pentru ziua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si luna pentru noapte.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De la bun inceput&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ai fost o provocare,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pentru tine,eu am fost o caterinca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;N-ai avut incredere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Usa am inchis-o in viata ta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254800563369422262-3129159213468626523?l=ciufu-liki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/feeds/3129159213468626523/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254800563369422262&amp;postID=3129159213468626523&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/3129159213468626523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/3129159213468626523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/2010/11/amanare.html' title='Amanare'/><author><name>FuFu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04816570271022399513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/S86iRlZYQgI/AAAAAAAAADA/-HRdzOHdbEE/S220/SN854328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254800563369422262.post-73331352703703818</id><published>2010-10-24T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T11:58:46.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lamaie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Banana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scanteie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sau luna?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Noaptea ea straluceste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ziua ea adoarme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ca o regina domneste&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Peste noi tresare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Speciala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Frumoasa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ambitioasa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Furioasa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oare va puteti imagina cate calitati are?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oare putem sa stam o clipa sa o studiem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oare putem sa ne indragostim de ea?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Totusi,putem totul,depinde de noi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ghem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Negru&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Galbena?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ce culoare are acest fenomen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ce forme are aceasta iluzie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Noaptea noi o asteptam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ziua o inlaturam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O noua Zi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Iubiti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doar in clipe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254800563369422262-73331352703703818?l=ciufu-liki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/feeds/73331352703703818/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254800563369422262&amp;postID=73331352703703818&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/73331352703703818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/73331352703703818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/2010/10/luna.html' title='Luna'/><author><name>FuFu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04816570271022399513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/S86iRlZYQgI/AAAAAAAAADA/-HRdzOHdbEE/S220/SN854328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254800563369422262.post-6838154304208024705</id><published>2010-06-23T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T05:11:05.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O seara de vara</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;O seara de vara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O privire calda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O atingere uitata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Atata...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O sticla de vin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cearceaful din in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lumanarile ce ard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;S-o luam de la capat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Inchidem ochii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Prezentul il oprim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nu trebuie sa clipim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gata,viitorul il pornim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ne contopim prin salve de petale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amandoi ne lasam pe spate...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suntem cuprinşi de zâmbete alb-negre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ne căţărăm spre altă dimineaţă.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254800563369422262-6838154304208024705?l=ciufu-liki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/feeds/6838154304208024705/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254800563369422262&amp;postID=6838154304208024705&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/6838154304208024705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/6838154304208024705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-seara-de-vara.html' title='O seara de vara'/><author><name>FuFu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04816570271022399513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/S86iRlZYQgI/AAAAAAAAADA/-HRdzOHdbEE/S220/SN854328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254800563369422262.post-2310131944248817436</id><published>2010-06-05T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T13:56:58.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adevar sau provocare?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uneori stau si ma gandesc,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cum am inceput?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ca un joc....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Adevar sau provocare?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Inimile ne-au stat in loc, &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Iar timpul cumva ne-a pus la incercare?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rabdare am avut,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bunavointa a fost si ea&lt;br /&gt;Placere am pierdut...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Adevar si provocare...?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dupa fiecare zi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Certurile noastre semanau ca un soare,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dar dupa,aveam puterea de a zambi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dar si puterea de a ne intrista...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Provocare?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Imi raneai pasii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ploaia ma desgolea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Umerii imi erau goi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nu avea cine sa ii incalzeasca...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Adevar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am crezut ca te voi pierde,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ca palmele ce te tineau&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Va tine pe altcineva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In locul tau...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Adevar sau provocare?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Provocarea mare a fost ca te-am cunoscut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Si adevarul nostru ca ne-am placut...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dar relatia?Cum a fost,este si va fi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu zic ca un adevar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cu rasarituri de soare calde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cu pasii raniti imprimati in pamant&lt;br /&gt;Cuvintele spuse fara rost ingropate&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Iar sentimentele ce au fost&lt;br /&gt;Sa se trezeasca in inimile noastre&lt;br /&gt;Cum soarele se trezeste mereu&lt;br /&gt;Dupa o lunga noapte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Adevar am ales...Asa a fost,asa va ramane!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254800563369422262-2310131944248817436?l=ciufu-liki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/S86iRlZYQgI/AAAAAAAAADA/-HRdzOHdbEE/S220/SN854328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254800563369422262.post-3346412315803831287</id><published>2010-06-02T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T11:54:16.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prea mult timp...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmmmm acuma cateva zile,mai precis pe 28 mai am facut un an decand am postat prima oara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;si parca nu imi vine sa cred...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Postarea asta o voi dedica tuturor evenimentelor din acest an petrecut de la prima postare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pana la aceasta,care s-ar putea sa fie si ultima cu parere de rau...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anul trecut,pe vremea asta,nu asteptam nimic de la vara,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nu asteptam aproape nimic decat cateva lucruri marunte la acea vreme...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Un loc de munca,era la moda sa numai depinzi de parinti si prost am fost atunci...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sa merg la liberty parade,dar mi s-a parut o debandada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mai bine merg intr-o zi de sambata in kristal sau studio martin sau oriunde in alta parte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Decat un liberty parade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Imi doream o prietena....O fata a visurilor dar nu a aparut in vara aia....Au fost doar amagiri...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A venit toamna,am intrat la scoala,wow eram deja clasa a 10:|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Unde sunt anisorii frate care ii aveam in trecut?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unde este persoana MIHAI GABRIEL care statea si invata si altele?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ma rog....sa continuam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A venit toamna,odata cu asta noi cunoasteri de persoane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Noi hobby-uri descoperite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Acea munca care mi-am dorit-o dintotdeauna....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si multe altele...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dupa au urmat cateva zile mirifice:-??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ziua mea,revelionul si tot asa pana cand a inceput scoala iar:(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pe urma a fost o perioada de leneveala....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Schimbari pe plan sentimental&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si altele...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A urmat pastele&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Iar o perioada marfa:-?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Au urmat mutle altele....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dar daca as sta sa le povestesc pe toate...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;V-ar lua 2-3 ore sa cititi postarea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am mai cunoscut pe cnv.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O asociatie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ASD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Care cred ca cu ei m-am distrat cel mai mult...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 excursii la munte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In fiecare excursie aveam un beneficiu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dar degeaba nu se zice ca ultimele lucruri nu le poti uita asa usor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si au gustul cel mai dulce in amintiri...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dc a fost speciala?:-?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ca am cunoscut-o frate....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pe cine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pe cine am mai zis si mai devreme in postari...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si mai ma repet...Pe ea,o fata micutza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desteapta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Geloasa(aici nush cum am inimerit-o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dura....(a putut sa ma tina in frau pana acuma)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si multe alte defecte,care le vedem asa,dar de fapt sunt calitati pt a tine in frau persoane ca mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Si dc trb sa imi aduc aminte de ea?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow...Greu raspuns...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pt ca ma facut sa imi aduc aminte de ea?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pt ca este cel mai recent moment din viata mea?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pt ca hmmm:-? pt ca e ea frate j gata...Ajunge sa stiu doar eu....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ma rog....Au fost momente foarte placute in acest anisor petrecut ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pot spune ca am invatat multe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sa nu am incredere in orisicine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ca te trage pe la spate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmm....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sa hmmm nush....chiar nush dc am mai intrat in asta dar nu sterg asta e...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ma rog....Astept vacanta de vara....Vreau la mare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Imi e dor de ea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De soare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De plaja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De nisip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De apusuri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De tot....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mai e foarte putin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dar regret ca o astept si no sa am parte de ea cum vroiam cu adevarat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dc zic asa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ca numai e ea....Numai am cu cine sa impart astfel de bucurii...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Regret...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amandoi poate ar trebui sa regretam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dar nu,imi asum eu responsabilitatea mare si asta e...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sunt impulsiv,ea e la fel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trebuie sa ne controlam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pentru ca sa pot sa ii mai aud glasul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Inca odata sa ne adunam...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gelozia nu mi-a placut la ea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dar oare a fost asa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A putut sa isi castige increderea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dar a fost de ajuns?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Wow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;La inceput amandoi credeam ca vom putea sa ne umplem golurile din noi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pentru ca orice piscina...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Totul incepe de la 0,nivelul solului pana la adancimea maxima&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Iar noi fara sa ne dam seama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Intrun timp asa scurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am ajuns cred ca peste jumatate...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suntem egoisti si nu avem tupeul sa recunoastem asta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu mi-am gasit cuvintele prin a recunoaste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;U oare nu poti sau nu vrei sa accepti asta?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se pare ca am dat-o in prostii cand aceasta postare era dedicata amintirilor din acest an...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dar manutzele mele au luat-o inainte....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Acuma am de asteptat...Cred ca pe vecie...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oricum,azi in privirea ta se regaseau ochii pe care i-am cunoscut prima data...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Acele 2 stele....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In seara asta este luna plina,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;La fel cand ne-am cunoscut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;La fel o si terminam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chiar asa se vrea a se termina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ceva ce incepuse frumos....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ma rog...Cam asta a fost cu postarea asta,si cred ca va fi ultima pana la sfarsitu verii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pentru ca vor fi multe lucruri care ar trebui sa le scriu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dar pentru cine si pentru ce?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poate doar sa imi aduc aminte cu bucurie si atata tot...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dar dc sa ne mai amintim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cum cineva odata a zis,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;,,Trebuie sa uitam totul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dar totusi,chiar trebuie? Dc sa nu pot sa mai imi aduc aminte"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deci cam atat pentru seara asta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si pentru urmatoarea perioada nelimitata...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O seara buna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Va transmite Fufu-Mihai Gabriel Cristian...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254800563369422262-3346412315803831287?l=ciufu-liki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/feeds/3346412315803831287/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254800563369422262&amp;postID=3346412315803831287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/3346412315803831287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/3346412315803831287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/2010/06/prea-mult-timp.html' title='Prea mult timp...'/><author><name>FuFu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04816570271022399513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/S86iRlZYQgI/AAAAAAAAADA/-HRdzOHdbEE/S220/SN854328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254800563369422262.post-6730909681676234696</id><published>2010-05-11T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T12:40:38.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu stiu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mi-am adus aminte de ceva...Mi-am adus aminte cum ii straluceau ochii in prima seara cand am petrecut-o impreuna,cand,intinsi pe iarba,uitandu-ma la cer mi-a aparut in fata mea...Straluceau ca 2 stele,parca se aliniase ca la o expozitie....Dar si daca erau asa,pe ce le-am fi vandut?Pe un sarut,dar cum a fost primul nostru sarut...Inca nu l-am putut uita,inca m-ai ii simt gustul sarutului tau timid,jumatate dorit,jumatate nedorit...Nici acuma nush ce anume ne-a unit,dar stiu sigur ca au fost acele miscari calde si ezitante,dar care au avut beneficii...Eram amandoi ca 2 boabe de mazare in cochilia lor.le sunt bine acolo,se simt in siguranta si bine aparate,dar totusi,parca tot tot vor sa explodeze la un moment dat...Dand frau liber sentimentului de libertate si luandu-si singure viata in maini si mergand tot singure prin ea...Eram amandoi ca 2 epicentre dand cutremure...Parca eram tara chile,care se clatina din orice...Tremuram ca un tsunami,credeam ca visez,dar,nu,te strangeam la piept,crezand ca poate se opreste tremuratul...In schimb,u,imi astupai inima nelasand-o singura,crezand ca ii este frica,dar nu era asa,era bine,era normala stiind ca erai tu langa mine...In acele zile,amandoi am fost 2 betivi,imbatati de pasiune,de tandretze,de dragoste...Nu stiu ce a fost mai precis,dar eu cred ca asa a fost...Inca imi aduc aminte...Acesta este doar inceputul,vor urma!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254800563369422262-6730909681676234696?l=ciufu-liki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/feeds/6730909681676234696/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254800563369422262&amp;postID=6730909681676234696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' 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align="center"&gt;Povestea noastra incepe cam asa...&lt;br /&gt;Repede,ca o ploaie de vara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cand nu te astepti,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ca si cum te lovesti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Prima oara am zarit-o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu cum sunt nebun,nu am dat atentie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A doua oara am placut-o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah...De ce oare asa de repede?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In autocar am cunoscut-o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amandoi aveam aceeasi directie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;S-a pus in spatele meu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ii simt si acuma rasuflarea,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se juca cu parul meu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Incerca sa lupte cu timiditatea.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Prima seara a fost una de cunoastere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amandoi eram atrasi de ceva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Acel ceva era in descoperire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dar de aflat candva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ametit,ma uitam la cer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vedeam cum ochii ei se regaseau in el&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ea avea grija de mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu ca un dobitoc n-o simteam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vraja lunii&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cerul noptii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lumina stelelor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trecutul interzis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Toate duceau undeva,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;La o iubire atinsa candva...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Ne-am combinat banal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Defapt viata este asa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Parca eram copilasi de gradinitza,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Impartind si 1 leu banal...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A doua zi seara,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Toata lumea era la distractie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amandoi am ramas in camera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uitandu-ne cum trece timpul...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am inceput amandoi printr-un simplu sarut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doream amandoi un lucru marunt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O gumitza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si asa am atins guritza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A trecut o saptamana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plina de bune,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si de rele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dar am trecut peste ele impreuna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am avut clipe de tristete&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dar si de fericire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Clipe in care aveam probleme noastre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si clipe in care ne rupeam de realitate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am petrecut o seara impreuna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plina de satisfactie si placeri&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nu o seara normala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dar nici o seara cu sex si nebuneli.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Am invatat amandoi ca trebuie sa traim clipa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sa uitam totul lasand in spatele vietii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sa avem grija unul de altu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;La fel cum cerul de lumina noptii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A trecut putin timp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dar pentru noi e doar un inceput&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Viata nu ne asteapta in loc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trece pe langa noi ca trenul prin gara .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cam asta a fost totul,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pentru o saptamana pot sa zic cam multe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dar pentru noi doi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Acuma incepe adevarata provocare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The end...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A fost!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254800563369422262-8894638492697548552?l=ciufu-liki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/feeds/8894638492697548552/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254800563369422262&amp;postID=8894638492697548552&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/8894638492697548552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/8894638492697548552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/2010/05/vazutplacutluat.html' title='Vazut...Placut...Luat...'/><author><name>FuFu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04816570271022399513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/S86iRlZYQgI/AAAAAAAAADA/-HRdzOHdbEE/S220/SN854328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254800563369422262.post-8208735000296414575</id><published>2010-05-09T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T02:38:31.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un anisor...!!</title><content type='html'>A trecut un anisor de cand detin acest bloguletz....Ma ajutat mult,stau si ma uit la prima postare si la ultima...Intr-un an,mentalitatea unei pers se poate schimba enorm,ceea ce am si patit...&lt;br /&gt;Dc ma transformat asa?Pentru ca de la fiecare persoana cu care interactionam invatam foarte multe...&lt;br /&gt;In ultima perioada s-au intamplat prea multe asa ca voi incerca sa va fac ceva frumos,special doar pentru mine si ea...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254800563369422262-8208735000296414575?l=ciufu-liki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/feeds/8208735000296414575/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254800563369422262&amp;postID=8208735000296414575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Astazi vreau sa pun sufletul pe tava,sa fac curat in el fara sa mai pastrez nimic ascuns in el,sa alung toate clipele de fericire si momentele noastre,sa nu raman singurul cu acestea in suflet.Insa parca nu vrea sa uit pentru o clipa glasul aripilor amintiri pentru care am trait,vreau sa retrasiesc inca o data clipa noastra cand ne-am cunoscut,cand mi-am pus capul in poala ta cea moale si calda,cand m-ai mangaiat prima oara parul si fatza,cand eram intr-o seara geroasa in parc,stand cersind tigari,cand pe drum la intoarcere nu stiam care si cum sa faca primul pasul cel dintai,cand l-a sfarsit mi-ai lasat gustul buzelor tale rosii,amintirea ochilor tai negri ca doua boabe de cafea uitate intr-o ceasca goala..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Toate astea vor ramane amintiri,ca o comoara ingropata in cufarul noptii ce nu il poate gasi decat trupul tau cald si fermecator,ca un foc de tabara intr-o noapte calda de vara...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Chiar iti doresti asta?Chiar vrei sa fim iar 2 singuratici,cand la inceput credeam ca noi suntem predestinati?Oare chiar a fost inselaciune sau asta este doar o cearta?Nu pot dormi noptea de dorul tau,sufletul este dat si ma simt gol pe dinauntru,odata cu atingerile si respiratia ta mirifica imi dai un gram de speranta ca se va intoarce inapoi,dar nu la fel,ci jumatate de la u,si jumatate de la mine...Chiar nu credeam ca pot fi asa,dar se pare ca da...Chiar daca nu a trecut mult timp,esti singura si prima persoana de care pot spune ceva cu adevarat...Te voi astepta,ma vei gasi primul nor dupa prima curba a iubirii,in spatele inimii tale...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NNrJsFtux7A"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NNrJsFtux7A&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254800563369422262-3042951538385707108?l=ciufu-liki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/feeds/3042951538385707108/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254800563369422262&amp;postID=3042951538385707108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/3042951538385707108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/3042951538385707108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-alta-zi.html' title='O alta zi...'/><author><name>FuFu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04816570271022399513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/S86iRlZYQgI/AAAAAAAAADA/-HRdzOHdbEE/S220/SN854328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254800563369422262.post-3813027989044589204</id><published>2010-03-30T11:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T11:53:17.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iar vara...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vara...Soseste...Mai este putin si vine vara...Dar ce este ea?Pentru ce vine?Cu ce scop vine in intampinarea noastra?In primul rand,este un anotimp oarecare,dar totusi,chiar asa este?Nu este parca ceva mai special?Acel special sa fie datorat faptului ca putem merge la mare,putem sa iubim mai indraznet,putem sa visam mai provocator,putem face multe lucuri pentru ca timpul este de partea noastra..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am dat un exemplu cu marea,dar de ce e speciala marea?De ce o iubim si de asemenea ne da si ea iubirea ei noua prin culorile provocatoare ce le poarta dimineata cand soarele rasare sau seara cand apune?Pentru ca pur si simplu e ceva ce face parte din natura,e ceva ce face parte din ciclu vietii si al pasiunii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pasiune...Hmm...un cuvant prea indraznet pentru varsta mea,dar tot odata un cuvant la care putem visa inca de mici.Pasiunea am intalnit-o peste tot,o vom intalni si pe viitor de asemenea,dar nu va fi aceeasi ca acea pasiune pe care o avem alaturi de o persoana iubita...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Marea+Pasiune=Romantism si iubire...Nu-i cam aceleasi lucru?Cam da,dar sunt total opuse...Poti sa iubesti conditionat de cineva,de ceva,poti sa iubesti profitul cuiva,poti sa iubesti orice fara romantism,dar in schimb daca iubesti si adaugi putine stari romantice,acea iubire se transforma intr-o mireasma imbatatoare ce daca o simti,o mirosi vrei si mai mult si mai mult si mai mult pana cand dumnezeu crede ca s-a terminat,si ne va lua la el...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Am vorbit de mare,vare,plaje la inceput.Eu de exemplu ma visez pe o plaja pustie,vara,caldura,soare cu persoana ce a fost trimisa si indreptata cu pasi mici si marunti de catre dumnezeu,ce s-a lasat asteptata mult timp dar cu toate astea, sa fim alaturi de persoana iubita pentru zile intregi...Dar noi visam,tot visam...De ce sa nu fie real ce visam?Pana acolo mai e un drum indelungat...De ce nu am putea sa ne rupem 2-3 zile de realitate,de parinti,prieteni,viata si tot ce ne leaga intr-un oras poluat si imbaxit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;M-am gandit,stiu ce trebuie sa facem.Seara adormim fara nici o grija,cu gandul ca maine va fi o noua zi,cu gandul ca maine va fi la fel...In schimb,ne trezim dimineata,cu chef de viata,cu chef de iubire si pasiune,sa mergem mai departe cu povestea noastra,sa ajungem la mare...Sa fim doar noi doi,pe o plaja,o zona a sufletelor noastre,fara turisti,fara zgomotul vietii ce ne striga inapoi,fara nimic...Sa stam sa privim soarele,cum ne incalzeste trupurile pentru seara ce urmeaza...Seara sa ne racorim in mare,prin valurile frumos conturate de luna dar si de razele soarelui dimineata,cand rasare si ne vede impreuna si totusi,parca el incearca sa stea acolo intr-un loc si sa ramana asa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Toate sunt vise,sentimente ce am vrea sa le avem,ce le-am trait poate si in schimb au ramas acolo in inima sau poate ce le traim aici,fara o plaja,fara un soare,doar intre noi doi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254800563369422262-3813027989044589204?l=ciufu-liki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/feeds/3813027989044589204/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254800563369422262&amp;postID=3813027989044589204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/3813027989044589204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/3813027989044589204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/2010/03/iar-vara.html' title='Iar vara...'/><author><name>FuFu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04816570271022399513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/S86iRlZYQgI/AAAAAAAAADA/-HRdzOHdbEE/S220/SN854328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254800563369422262.post-963860414827277644</id><published>2010-03-28T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T15:38:33.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apus...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am vrut ceva linistit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Departe de tot ce-i obosit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eram extaziat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Primul meu apus de soare l-am neutralizat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eram cu persoana iubita,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Asta simt eu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oare simti si tu la fel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Razele soarelui&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Redau neasemuit&lt;br /&gt;Forme greu de-nchipuit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ochii ei ce negri,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Parca deveneau albastri...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Totul in jur era un vis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ochii i-am inchis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Iar cand i-am deschis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;M-am gasit in paradis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Era langa mine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Buzele ei imi sopteau&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nu pleca,nu pleca,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mai stai,nu-i un vis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Timpul a trecut,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Parca era scris.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Clipele le-am petrecut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De uitat nu le-am uitat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ne vom aminti mereu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pentru ca in inima vei fi mereu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254800563369422262-963860414827277644?l=ciufu-liki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/feeds/963860414827277644/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254800563369422262&amp;postID=963860414827277644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/963860414827277644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/963860414827277644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/2010/03/apus.html' title='Apus...'/><author><name>FuFu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04816570271022399513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/S86iRlZYQgI/AAAAAAAAADA/-HRdzOHdbEE/S220/SN854328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254800563369422262.post-1218414234010331147</id><published>2010-03-28T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T14:01:42.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O secunda...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;M-am intors...Hmmm...Au trecut cateva luni bune de cand nu am mai scris...Pacat,s-au strans cam multe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;si nush de unde sa incep...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hai sa incep cu prezentul si ma afund inspre trecut..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Acum o sapt,ma invit cativa prieteni la o berica prin plaza si accept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ajungand in plazza,ce sa constat?Numai dadea alcool:|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stam ce stam,si hai in Affi:))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ciudate locatii,dar fie...Ajung aici,si cum am intrat in pub,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;am zarit-o si mi-a fost de ajuns.(deja o dau in smiley)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eram timid la inceput,nu stiam cu ce sa incep si unde sa termin pentru&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a putea sa vb ceva mai mult cu ea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Statea singurica pe canapea,ii era somnic si m-am dus langa ea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 clipe au trecut,si ne-am cunoscut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;La cateva zile,o invit pe undeva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ea fata cuminte,accepta dar e rezervata in privinta locatiei:))(stiu ca o sa certi,dar nare nk)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am iesit prin parc,ne-am plimbat,au fost ceva momente frumoase&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Iar la sf,i-am furat un mic sarut...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Buzele ei micutze erau ca doua picaturi de roua...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Umede,moi si stralucitoare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cam asta a fost tot,pentru inceput...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254800563369422262-1218414234010331147?l=ciufu-liki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/feeds/1218414234010331147/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254800563369422262&amp;postID=1218414234010331147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/1218414234010331147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/1218414234010331147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/2010/03/m-am-intors.html' title='O secunda...'/><author><name>FuFu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04816570271022399513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/S86iRlZYQgI/AAAAAAAAADA/-HRdzOHdbEE/S220/SN854328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254800563369422262.post-1570961059589708624</id><published>2009-12-22T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T10:40:05.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zapada...Excursie...LDB...Predeal!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Postarea asta suna cam asa:-?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Intr-o zi,pe cand tocmai s-a terminat oficial scoala,plecam la munte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Care noi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Participantii de la miss j mister cu invitati si scoala democratiei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De ce am plecat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ca asa am vrut,si ca premiu pentru eforturile depuse de a concura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cand am plecat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Intr-o dim,pe viscol,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In data de 18 decembrie,ne intalnim cu totii si pornim.Pe drum,in autocar mai mult m-am jucat pe PSP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si stateam si rascoleam amintiri cu un coordonator,din vechea excursie cu Basarab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ajunsi acolo,dupa 5-6 ore de mers:|8-|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Un trafic infernal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ne cazam,ne aranjam j coboram la masa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dupa asta,unii se duc la biliard-bowling,altii cobor jos si incepem sa ne destindem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cu ceva vin:D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dupa ce vin j restu,incepem sa bem cu totii j seara ne spargem care cum apuca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 dintre cei 4 colegii de camera,adorm pe unde apuca(stiu ei prea bine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A doua zi,ies vorbe care cum nush ce sa intamplat in camera aia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dar erau prea beti sa se intample ceva:|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A doua zi,am fost dim pe partie,acolo caterink mare....Care cum am apucat am fost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dupa-masa,am fost la fotbal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aici rupere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seara,ne-am pregatit serios,cu vin rosu,alb,whisky si altele:X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si s-au facut unii praf si pulbere,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vomitau pe unde apucau,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Afara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Camera mea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Camera lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alte camere j tot asa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu de ,,scarba",pe la 3 parca era ceasu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;M-am schimbat j m-am dus sa dorm in camera fetelor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mi-a placut seara aia,a fost una frumoasa,caterincoasa cu cristi si fetele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O singura chestie regret,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ca mi s-a furat sticla de vin pregatita special pentru cineva...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daca vreti sa aflati surpriza,intrebati-ma si va raspund,dar pe mes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lasa ca nu sa terminat viata,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si o sa pot sa imi iau revansa de revelion sau alta ocazie,cand ne vom mai intalni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Asta a fost excursia noastra,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pe scurt una cu peripetii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nu am stat sa va explic pe larg toata povestea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ca n-ar avea rost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oricum va pup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Special pe o persoana:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poze gasiti pe &lt;a href="http://gabryel-crystyan.hi5.com/"&gt;http://gabryel-crystyan.hi5.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si alte detalii pe ciufu_liki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254800563369422262-1570961059589708624?l=ciufu-liki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/feeds/1570961059589708624/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254800563369422262&amp;postID=1570961059589708624&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/1570961059589708624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/1570961059589708624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/2009/12/zapadaexcursieldbpredeal.html' title='Zapada...Excursie...LDB...Predeal!!!'/><author><name>FuFu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04816570271022399513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/S86iRlZYQgI/AAAAAAAAADA/-HRdzOHdbEE/S220/SN854328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254800563369422262.post-9178816349867477155</id><published>2009-12-13T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T03:20:06.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>S-a terminat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;S-a terminat si debandada cu balul bobocilor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;S-a terminat inca un an&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;S-a terminat si balul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;S-a terminat si cu concursul Miss&amp;amp;Mister Bolintineanu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;S-a terminat si scoala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;S-a terminat totul!!!Gata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am zis ca s-a terminat pregatirile pentru balul bobocilor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Concluzie:Distractie!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am zis ca sa mai dus un an,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Asta insemnand un an calendaristic,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Concluzie:Distractie mare!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Un an foarte nostim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plin de impliniri,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cunoastere de persoane noi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Invatare din multe greseli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si multe altele:X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am zis ca s-a terminat si balul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Concluzie:Balul a fost unul bine organizat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Din 3 baluri la care am fost,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A fost cel mai marfa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am zis ca s-a terminat si cu concursul,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Concluzie:La cei mari manarie mare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;La cei mici aproape pe corecte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am zis ca s-a terminat scoala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Concluzie:Un inceput de clasa a 10 in forta,dar cu lipsitul de la scoala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Urmarea a fost mai proasta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;S-a terminat gata...S-a terminat totul!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Concluzie per totala:Distractie masiva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Prietenii noi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si tot asa:X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254800563369422262-9178816349867477155?l=ciufu-liki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/feeds/9178816349867477155/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254800563369422262&amp;postID=9178816349867477155&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/9178816349867477155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/9178816349867477155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/2009/12/s-terminat.html' title='S-a terminat...'/><author><name>FuFu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04816570271022399513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/S86iRlZYQgI/AAAAAAAAADA/-HRdzOHdbEE/S220/SN854328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254800563369422262.post-2402778968807399685</id><published>2009-11-28T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T11:49:08.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cum asa?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dupa vreo hmmmm:-?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cred ca vreo 5 luni pe putin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de neiesit cu anumite persoane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;azi am iesit cu ele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pot sa zic ca a fost o zi buna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;s-a rupt un copacel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;unul mai mare:&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;am fugit ca prostii ca am rupt acel copac:))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ne-am plimbat gen&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rahova-Tineretului-Spitalul Butimecs-Tineretului&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unirii-Plaza-Drumu Taberei-Rahova&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ne-am incalzit la un foc facut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;din frunze j pachete goale gasite pe jos:))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am facut mai rau decat am fi fost tripati:))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cnv si-a dat seama ca nu merita sa stai dupa o fata,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ceea ce de mult incercam sa ii explic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dar el nu intelegea:))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ma asteapta 2 zile de vis:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maine shopping:X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Luni cica mai nou sunt coregraf;))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ma simt j eu bn:&amp;gt;:&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si pe urma cu Reaz,Demo si cine o mai veni sa rulam usor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ne intindem pe covor:&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dar in herastru&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Covor de frunze si IARBA:X&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Love my beatch:X&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ma apuca:))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Marti cica ma duc la firma,deci bleac zi:-S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dar dim o sa fie iar caterink la dansuri:D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pe urma nush pe unde o ard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Miercuri teza romana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Joi plictiseala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vineri cred ca o sa avem repetitii in club pentru bal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Si incepe pe urma un wek de foc,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O sapt de groaza cu 3 teze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si pe urma bal,vacanta j spargere:X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cam atata...Simteam nevoia sa imi zic j eu asta;))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deci daca v-ati plictisit,fumati ceva,beti o cafea sa nu adormiti&amp;gt;:D&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Va pupa Fufu,nu Jean;))&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254800563369422262-2402778968807399685?l=ciufu-liki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/feeds/2402778968807399685/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254800563369422262&amp;postID=2402778968807399685&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link 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align="center"&gt;Acum ceva timp,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ne-am trezit cu o foaie pe banca de la doamna profesoara de romana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;si atunci am citit pentru prima oara aceste vorbe intelepte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suna cam asa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Blackadder ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 26.0pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Avem timp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Blackadder ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 24.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Blackadder ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 18.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15.0pt;"&gt;Avem timp pentru toate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15.0pt;"&gt;Sa dormim,sa alergam in dreapta si-n stanga,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15.0pt;"&gt;Sa regretam c-am gresit si sa gresim din nou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15.0pt;"&gt;Sa-i judecam pe altii si sa ne absolvim pe noi insine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15.0pt;"&gt;Avem timp sa citim si sa scriem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15.0pt;"&gt;Sa corectam ce-am scris,sa regretam ce-am scris,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15.0pt;"&gt;Avem timp sa facem proiecte si sa rascolim prin cenusa lor mai tarziu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15.0pt;"&gt;Avem timp pentru ambitii si boli,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15.0pt;"&gt;Sa invinovatim destinul si amanuntele,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15.0pt;"&gt;Avem timp sa privim norii,reclamele sau un accident oarecare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15.0pt;"&gt;Avem timp sa ne-alungam intrebarile,sa amanam raspunsurile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Avem timp sa nu sfaramam un vis si sa-l reinventam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Avem timp sa ne facem prieteni,sa-i pierdem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Avem timp sa primim lectii si sa le uitam dupa aceea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Avem timp sa primim daruri si sa nu le-ntelegem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Avem timp pentru toate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Nu e timp doar pentru putina tandrete,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Cand sa facem si asta murim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Am invatat unele lucruri in viata pe care vi le impartasesc si voua!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Am invatat ca nu poti face pe cineva sa te iubeasca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Tot ce poti face este sa fi o persoana iubita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Restul….depinde de ceilalti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Am invatat ca oricat mi-ar pasa mie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Altora s-ar putea sa nu le pese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Am invatat ca dureaza anis a castigi incredere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Si ca doar in cateva secunde poti sa o pierzi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Am invatat ca nu conteaza CE ai in viata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Ci PE CINE ai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Am invatat ca te descurci si ti-e de folos farmecul circa 15 minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Dupa aceea,insa,ar fi bines a stii ceva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Am invatat ca nu trebuie sa te compare cu ceea ce pot altii mai bine sa faca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Ci cu ceea ce poti u sa faci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Am invatat ca nu conteaza ce li se intampla oamenilor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Ci conteaza ceea ce pot eu sa fac pentru a rezolva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Am invatat ca oricum ai taia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Orice lucru are doua fete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Am invatat ca trebuie sa te desparti de cei dragi cu cuvinte calde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;S-ar putea sa fie ultima oara cand ii vezi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Am invatat ca poti continua inca mult timp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Dupa ce ai spus ca nu mai poti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Am invatat ca eroi sunt cei care fac ce trebuie,cand trebuie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Indifferent de consecinte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Am invatat ca atunci cand sunt suparat am DREPTUL sa fiu suparat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Dar nu am dreptul sa fiu sir au.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Am invatat ca prietenia adevarata continua sa existe chiar si la distanta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Iar asta e valabil si pentru iubirea adevarata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Am invatat ca,daca cineva nu te iubeste cum ai vrea tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Nu inseamna ca nu te iubeste din tot sufletul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Am invatat ca indifferent cat de bun iti este un prieten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Oricum te va rani din cand in cand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Iar tu trebuie sa-l ierti pentru asta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Am invatat ca nu este intotdeauna de ajuns sa fii iertat de altii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Cateodata trebuie sa inveti sa te ierti pe tine insuti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Am invatat ca indifferent cat de mult suferi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Lumea nu se opri in loc pentru durerea ta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Am invatat ca trecutul si circumstantele ti-ar putea influenta personalitatea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Dar ca TU esti responsabil pentru ceea ce esti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Am invatat ca,daca doi oameni se cearta,nu inseamna ca nu se iubesc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Si nici faptul ca nu se cearta nu dovedeste ca se iubesc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Am invatat ca uneori trebuie sa pui persoana pe primul loc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Si nu faptele sale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Am invata ca doi oameni pot privi acelasi lucru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Si pot vedea ceva total diferit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Am invatat ca indifferent de consecinte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Cei care sunt cinstit cu ei insisi ajung mai departe in viata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Am invatat ca viata iti poate fi schimbata in cateva ore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;De catre oameni care nici nu te cunosc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Am invatat ca si atunci cand crezi ca nu mai ai nimic de dat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Cand te striga un prieten vei gasi puterea de a-l ajuta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Am invatat ca scrisul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Ca si vorbitul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Poate linisti durerile sufletesti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Am invatat ca oamenii la care tic el mai mult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Iti sunt luati prea repede…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Am invatat ca este prea greu sa-ti dai seama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Unde sa tragic linie intre a fi amabil,a nu rani pe oameni si a-ti sustine parerile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Am invatat sa iubesc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 16.0pt;"&gt;Ca sa pot sa fiu iubit!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Acuma in prezent,inteleg absolut orice cuvant,fraza si idee&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;din aceste vorbe ale lui Paler.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254800563369422262-9003841342060880182?l=ciufu-liki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/feeds/9003841342060880182/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254800563369422262&amp;postID=9003841342060880182&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/9003841342060880182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/9003841342060880182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/2009/11/avem-timp.html' title='Avem timp...'/><author><name>FuFu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04816570271022399513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/S86iRlZYQgI/AAAAAAAAADA/-HRdzOHdbEE/S220/SN854328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254800563369422262.post-822052425021174225</id><published>2009-11-13T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T13:17:17.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another....?!</title><content type='html'>Noi traim prezentul&lt;br /&gt;Dar la viitor ne este gandul.&lt;br /&gt;Trecutul este stana&lt;br /&gt;A fost inchis in cana.&lt;br /&gt;Cheia se afla in univers&lt;br /&gt;Dar lacatul se afla in romantism.&lt;br /&gt;Pe ea vreau so privesc cand adoarme&lt;br /&gt;Cu rasuflarea ei sa ma imbete and valuie,&lt;br /&gt;S-o pozez cand se trezeste&lt;br /&gt;Cu trupul ei inghetat.&lt;br /&gt;Ca de,nu a fost nimeni aproape&lt;br /&gt;Langa ea sa-i asterne&lt;br /&gt;Plapuma ce o incalzeste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254800563369422262-822052425021174225?l=ciufu-liki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/feeds/822052425021174225/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254800563369422262&amp;postID=822052425021174225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/822052425021174225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/822052425021174225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/2009/11/another.html' title='Another....?!'/><author><name>FuFu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04816570271022399513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/S86iRlZYQgI/AAAAAAAAADA/-HRdzOHdbEE/S220/SN854328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254800563369422262.post-963864580917304228</id><published>2009-11-12T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T10:35:31.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ea?!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am cunoscut-o pe ,,HAI FIVE"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu eram putin cam high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Avea la status ,,fac bagaje"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Credeam ca am miraje.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trece cateva ore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O voi vedea in realitate oare?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ajungem la munte,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Iesim afara la o tigare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O intreb,oare esti Adela?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu rad frumos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si imi raspunde,da eu sunt Adela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si &amp;nbsp;imi surade la fel de frumos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Intr-o seara,ma apuca de mana,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ii simt caldura din inima&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Credeam ca e doar o joaca,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dar acuma imi dau seama ca e treaba serioasa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mana ei rece se prelingea usor pe pieptul meu fierbinte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ma uitam in ochii ei,vedeam acea atingere.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Parca amandoi asteptam acel pas marunt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dar ne retinea ceva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Acel ceva era defapt un cineva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O faptura ce nu avea nimic in comun cu ea.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Sry daca am fost dur)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11.11 O data formata numai din unu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oare sa fie de bine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sa speram ca da.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pana atunci va las cu bine!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254800563369422262-963864580917304228?l=ciufu-liki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/feeds/963864580917304228/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254800563369422262&amp;postID=963864580917304228&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/963864580917304228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/963864580917304228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/2009/11/ea.html' title='Ea?!...'/><author><name>FuFu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04816570271022399513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/S86iRlZYQgI/AAAAAAAAADA/-HRdzOHdbEE/S220/SN854328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254800563369422262.post-5580994989294119652</id><published>2009-11-09T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T10:34:09.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E corect?....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scriu acest post,in legatura cu o nedreptate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Azi toate bune la scoala,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pe mes la fel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;intru si stau ce stau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;si un fost coleg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vine cu vestea cea mare:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eleva Babanau Adriana,colega cu mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vine cu noi(cativa din clasa de la mine si jumatate din 11A)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LA ROMA PE MOCA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CUM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Acuma 2 ani,elevii fostei clase a 12A,au pornit un proiect cu cei de la 11A(actualul)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;despre poluarea luminoasa.Aproape 90% din proiectul actual,a fost facut in intregime de acesti elevi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Proiectul initial a fost dus anul trecut la un concurs in care la inceput au fost trecuti j cei mari dar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sau renuntat la ei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;si neau bagat clasa noastra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Din clasa veneau cei care aveau putine probleme la fizica dar care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;veneau cu idei j material la proiect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;si cei care chiar luptau pt proiect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Proiectul a castigat locul 1 la Play energy sponsorizat de Enel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tabelul cu castigatorii au fost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;14-15 elevi de la 11A care ei au facut cea mai mare treaba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10 parca de la mine din clasa care au adus material fotografic si financiar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;j eu care am lucrat poti sa zic ca dublu decat restul colegilor din CLASA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ce am facut eu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ca multa lume face gura ca nu am facut nimic:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am sponsorizat ca toti ceilalti financiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am adus material fotografic si am umblat cu cei mari dupa duplicarea posterelor si altor chesti si&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ma interesam in fiecare zi de proiect j tot asa:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ce a facut tipa asta care mai nou mere cu noi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NIMIC!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si unde sunt elevi de la fosta 12A?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pe lista nu sunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la ROMA nu merg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;deci au ramas pe din afara...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E corect?:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Din punctul meu de vedere nu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Va rog din tot sufletul lasati comuri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254800563369422262-5580994989294119652?l=ciufu-liki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/feeds/5580994989294119652/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254800563369422262&amp;postID=5580994989294119652&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/5580994989294119652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/5580994989294119652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-corect.html' title='E corect?....'/><author><name>FuFu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04816570271022399513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/S86iRlZYQgI/AAAAAAAAADA/-HRdzOHdbEE/S220/SN854328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254800563369422262.post-3343603920689849952</id><published>2009-11-08T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T10:43:05.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O joaca,un week,o distractie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Buna seara in primul rand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Acum vreo o ora si ceva am sosit si eu in bucuresti,am papat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;si m-am pus la birou sa iau pozele si sa incerc sa scriu cam ce impresie am avut despre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;excursia de week asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Joi la preselectia de mister LDB,dupa ce am aflat ca nu am fost ales 8-| am auzit-o pe sorina si deedee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cum vorbea cu cineva despre o excursie week asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;M-am bagat in vorba sa vad despre ce este vorba,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;si mi s-a comunicat ca este o excursie cu participanti de la miss si mister basarab de 2 nopti la predeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;La inceput eram entuziasmat,wow plec de la scoala vineri,de la 2 teste cu niste profi ai dracu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;si ma duc si ma distrez,beau si tot asa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;La dus,nu prea m-am simtit in largul meu,nu cunosteam pe nimeni,ma sinteam ,,singur":-?? daca pot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sa definesc asa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stand singur,s-a pus langa mine Laura:&amp;gt;,o fata vorbareatza:-" dar tot odata de trb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pot sa zic ca din toti cei care au fost in excursie,in afara de coordonatori fiecarui grupuletz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(format pe vilele in care eram cazati)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;au fost cele mai de treaba posibile:-??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Prima noapte sa lasat cu o bauta zdravana si cu vreo cred ca 3-4 ore de ras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cu tanti Crina Bobocica:&amp;gt; si cu Oana si Mariusica stand in pat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A doua zi am fost prin Brasov,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a fost program de voie,eu am ales sa ma duc sa imi fac aprovizionarea pentru seara ce urma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ca de,era j ziua mea de la ora 12:00 si trb sa fac cinste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aici m-am intalnit cu o prietena:&amp;gt; care ea a fost ghidul meu in oras pt cateva ore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dupa masa,a fost program de voie in vile la cei care nu au plecat la fotbal iar ceilalti un meci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seara s-a lasat cu un bal mascat,eu costumandu-ma in Chriss Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;avand si un machiaj la fel ca al lui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dupa petrecere si un foc de tabara s-a lasat cu debandada totala la toti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cred ca am adormit pe la 6 si mam trezit la 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am uitat sa zic ca in prima noaptea am dormit doar o ora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cam asta a fost excursia mea,au fost j incidente si mici placeri,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pacat ca a durat putin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pacat ca am avut o impresie gresita eu in legatura cu ceva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pacat ca liceul vostru este infectat cu gripa porcina si este inchis acuma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dar in schimb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;felicitari pentru oirganizare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;felicitari pentru colectiv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;si&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uite adelina impresia si concluzia mea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254800563369422262-3343603920689849952?l=ciufu-liki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/feeds/3343603920689849952/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254800563369422262&amp;postID=3343603920689849952&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/3343603920689849952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/3343603920689849952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-joacaun-weeko-distractie.html' title='O joaca,un week,o distractie!'/><author><name>FuFu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04816570271022399513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/S86iRlZYQgI/AAAAAAAAADA/-HRdzOHdbEE/S220/SN854328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254800563369422262.post-2343234293438884935</id><published>2009-10-18T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T13:46:06.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow:O!?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uite ca am terminat si cartea inceputa de mine acuma ceva timp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stiu ca nu prea v-ar interesa dar pt mine poate va conta candva in timp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Subiectul romanului are concluzi dar si unele atentiuni ce ar trebuie sa faci in viitor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Concluziile&lt;/b&gt; pe care le-am tras sunt acelea ca,oricat ai iubi pe cnv,oricat te-ar iubi pe cnv,nu o trage dupa u in pamant,las-o sa traiasca,chit ca sufera,dar nu merita sa sufere altii dupa urma amandurora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dupa moarta mea,sau a fiecaruia dintre noi,nu vom influenta universul sau sistemul ce ne inconjoara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Mi-a zis cineva aceste vorbe candva,nu l-am crezut,anul asta le-am mai auzit la o profesoara,am crezut-o nebuna,dar dupa ce le citesc si vad cu ochii mei intr-o carte scrise acum de mai bn de o suta de ani,le cred).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lupa pentru visul tau,niciodata nu-i prea tarziu sa il duci pana la capat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dar nu lupta pt cei din jur,ca nimeni cand ai nevoie de ajutor nu iti sare...Fi singur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ai incredere in propriile forte si culege doar ce e bun si da roade si lasa ce e rau sa treaca pe langa u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nu te revolta u singur daca nu stii despre ce este cazul,daca nu ai o functie anume intr-un mediu inconjurator sau intr-un stat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Intotdeauna ura este primul pas intr-o iubire cu patima,cu pasiune,cu romanticism si nu in ultimul rand cu daruire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Atentiuni:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se pare ca dupa o suta de ani,sau mai bn zis,si acuma o suta de ani exista coruptie in toate sistemele,scoala se facea doar de dragul de a se face,nimanui nu-i pasa de noi,de sentimentele noastre si de viata noastra...Unii profesori fac ce fac doar sa ne vada suferind,altii pune pasiune in ceea ce fac si de drag venim la orele lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Citeste ca sa devi cineva...Citeste ca sa descoperi gandirea,maturitatea,mentalitatea si obiceiurile vechi dar tot odata sa faci o comparare si sa alegi ce e bun si ce e rau....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ca incheiere pot sa zic ca chiar am ramas placut si uimit de timpul de citire in care am reusit sa termin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;de noi pasiuni si visuri la care vreau sa aspir in viata de viitor:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S:(asa mic).Dati-mi idei de carti adolescentine,aventuriere,ciudate de care sa va multumesc toata viata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ceau ceau;))!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SFARSIT!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254800563369422262-2343234293438884935?l=ciufu-liki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/feeds/2343234293438884935/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254800563369422262&amp;postID=2343234293438884935&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/2343234293438884935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/2343234293438884935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/2009/10/wowo.html' title='Wow:O!?!?!'/><author><name>FuFu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04816570271022399513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/S86iRlZYQgI/AAAAAAAAADA/-HRdzOHdbEE/S220/SN854328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254800563369422262.post-47206650735508915</id><published>2009-10-13T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T01:36:00.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sa nu ucidem copil din noi!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/StQ2mT7gOEI/AAAAAAAAABo/LUkPnh0k4fQ/s1600-h/Kaca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/StQ2mT7gOEI/AAAAAAAAABo/LUkPnh0k4fQ/s320/Kaca.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Sa nu ucidem copil din noi!" Am avut ca tema &amp;nbsp;sa scriem,deliram la teza de la limba si literatura romana in clasa a 9,in semestrul 2...Mi-a adus cineva aminte de aceasta cugetare si tot odata am gasit si ,,ciorna" de la teza pe care m-am chinui sa insir 2-3 cuvinte,sa le leg intre ele prin parti secundare de vorbire si sa le pun pe o coala alba de hartie...Suna cam asa teza mea:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Este luna Mai.Mai sunt 3 saptamani si se termina inca un an scolar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;din viata noastra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pentru mine,anul I la liceu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;mai bine zis clasa a &amp;nbsp;IX-a,a fost un an implinit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;in bune dar si in rele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;in achizitionarea unor cunostiinte noi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;si in cunoasterea altor persoane,de a socializa cu ei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Am cunoscut anul acesta o multime de persoane,adolescenti si oameni in varsta pe diferite cai de acces..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cum ar fi mesul,hi5,internetul si ceea ce chiar ma ajutat,un joc online de strategie in care jucam cu oameni in varsta si eu eram mezinul jocului.Ei m-au invatat ce-i respectul fata de un coleg,camarad chiar daca nu il cunostii si tot ei m-au invatat strategia unui razboi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Acum ceva timp,am cunoscut-o pe Raluca,o fata de numai 14 anisori,in clasa a VIII-a.Am ramas surprins placut de felul ei de a fi,de a gandi,mentalitatea ei fiind ca a unui adult invatat si intelept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/StQ7d1PY0OI/AAAAAAAAAB4/nfq5Civv39Q/s1600-h/nazardinjeri.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/StQ7d1PY0OI/AAAAAAAAAB4/nfq5Civv39Q/s320/nazardinjeri.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pana s-o cunosc,ea nu avea voie deloc afara,pe nicaieri decat scoala-casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Parintii nu o lasau afara sa se distreze dorind sa o vada invatand mereu si avand grija de fratele ei mai mic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;O persoana,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;in ziua de azi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;invata mult mai bine pe strada viata de zi cu zi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;,ceea ce va trebui sa faca cand va fi mare,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;decat din carti din definitii,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;trebuie sa invete practicand sub o anumita limita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cand o vedeai pe afara,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;rar bineinteles,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;era mereu cu fratele sub privirile atente ale mamemi ei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ea nu stia ce este Piata Unirii,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;cum arata un parc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;cafenea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;si alte locuri de iesit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;decat din poze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/StQ6-SudL7I/AAAAAAAAABw/GLFZxdI2k5I/s1600-h/_MG_4867-1a_resize.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/StQ6-SudL7I/AAAAAAAAABw/GLFZxdI2k5I/s320/_MG_4867-1a_resize.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;sau din ce isi imaginea cand citea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pot sa zic,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;dupa 3-4 luni decand am cunoscut-o si am stat de impreuna cu grupul de prieteni ai mei &amp;nbsp;de vorba cu parintii ei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;si le-am explicat ca nu este bine sa ucida copilaria din ea,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;intr-un final,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;a reusit sa poata iesi si ea ca un copil normal .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In prezent,ea a intrat la un liceu foarte bun din Bucuresti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;tot odata a inceput sa guste si viata cu distractiile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;sa poata iesi oriunde si sa isi traiasca copilaria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Scopul acestei cugetari data de doamna profesoara a fost sa realizam ca ucigand copilaria din noi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;va fi greu sa mai devenim adulti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;noi vrand sa facem lucruri care nu le puteam face cand eram copii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Acesta este doar un exemplu bun in comparatie cu altele,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;in lume pot fi altele,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;copii batuti de parinti,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;copii aruncati pe strada sa cerseasca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;si multe altele....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Traieste copilaria,uita ca vrei sa devi adult,uita ca vrei sa cresti si traieste fiecare clipa ca si cand nu ai mai avea-o....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254800563369422262-47206650735508915?l=ciufu-liki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/feeds/47206650735508915/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254800563369422262&amp;postID=47206650735508915&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/47206650735508915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/47206650735508915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/2009/10/sa-nu-ucidem-copil-din-noi.html' title='&quot;Sa nu ucidem copil din noi!&quot;'/><author><name>FuFu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04816570271022399513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/S86iRlZYQgI/AAAAAAAAADA/-HRdzOHdbEE/S220/SN854328.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/StQ2mT7gOEI/AAAAAAAAABo/LUkPnh0k4fQ/s72-c/Kaca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254800563369422262.post-7305975870794051373</id><published>2009-10-08T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T12:42:07.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mai e oare la fel?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am cam uitat sa mai scriu pe blog,de aceea in aceasta seara vin si va impartasesc cam ultimele noutati...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zilele astea am cunoscut o persoana care pot sa zic ca ma ajutat sa aspir mai sus,sa ma preocup mai mult de hobby-uri si de alte chestii,printre care si de o pasiune din copilarie,teatru...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am incercat anul trecut in echipa de teatru a liceului,dar a fost in zadar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trupa sa desfiintat din cauza unor colegi care nu se tineau de treaba si asa visele s-au naruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ieri,am vazut un afis pe usa de la intrarea in liceu ca se fac inscrieri la teatru la Cercul Luceafarul(daca am retinut bn) la Clubul Copiilor sector 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am fost ieri cu persoana ce ma determinat sa mai incerc odata sa ne inscriem,dar nu era nimeni...Ne-am uitat pe program si am observat ca maine va fi un profesor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In cateva zile,putine la numar,nu iti ajunge sa le inumeri nici pe o mana,am reusit sa pun mana pe o carte,sa nu uit ca daca visez la un hobby sau o pasiune sa nu o las deloc din mana pt alte prostii si am cunoscut o persoana mai bn schimbandu-mi prima parere avuta despre ea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stiu ca nu prea isi are rostul acest post ca si cel trecut pe un blog deschis tuturor,dar un blog nu este doar pentru poezii,topicuri cu diferite teme sau alte porcarii.Poate fi si un mic jurnal in care sa scrii lucruri ce vrei sa le impartasesti si cu cei din jur,sa mai le deschizi o mica usita,sa ii faci sa se gandeasca si ei mai bn la viata citind astea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;V-am lasat,poate cineva va citit candva,o sa revin si cu mici povestioare la acest subiect.Noapte buna,pupici&amp;gt;:D&amp;lt;:*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254800563369422262-7305975870794051373?l=ciufu-liki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/feeds/7305975870794051373/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254800563369422262&amp;postID=7305975870794051373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/7305975870794051373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/7305975870794051373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/2009/10/mai-e-oare-la-fel.html' title='Mai e oare la fel?!'/><author><name>FuFu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04816570271022399513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/S86iRlZYQgI/AAAAAAAAADA/-HRdzOHdbEE/S220/SN854328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254800563369422262.post-162221217927353192</id><published>2009-10-08T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T13:40:58.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O iluzie?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Azi,8 octombrie la 3 zile dupa ce am pus mana pe prima mea cartea calumea,ma simt altfel...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;M-am apucat de romanul adolescentist ,,Elevul Dima dintr-a saptea".La inceput,luni seara,neavand ce face la pc si pe mes,m-am dus in biblioteca si aceasta carte mi-a sarit in ochi.Era o carte mai la sfarsitul randului,titlu de abia se mai vedea,era prafuita dar era un volum nou,din colectia Jurnalul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am inceput sa citesc cu gandurile avute in alte parti decat la subiect,la compozitia actiunii...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dupa primele 2-3 capitole inteleg ca este vorba despre un adolescent &lt;strong&gt;ROMAN&lt;/strong&gt;,crescut si educat in alte tari straine crezand parinti lui ca va fi spre binele lui,ajunge in Romania si se muta definitiv langa Craiova.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Actiunea se petrece la inceputul anilor 1900 si are ca scop cunoasterea vietii de dinaintea lumii moderne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Au trecut 3 zile,am reusit sa citesc aproape jumatate din carte doar in timpul liber pe langa lectiile si temele de la scoala.Tin sa zic ca sunt ,,obsedat" sa aflu ce se va intampla cu el,cu elevul Dima,el avand multe actiuni de suspans in roman...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De abia astept sa vad cum se va termina,daca el impreuna cu colegii vor pleca intr-o expecditie pe ocean pt a gasi o comoara,daca va reusi sa o cucereasca pe celebra cantareata...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Citind,citind,vazandu-ma parinti,colegii,prietenii si toata lumea din jur,am obs ca ma cred un ciudat.Cand m-au vazut cu cartea in mana nu le venea sa creada...Stiu ca eu,Fufu ala nebun si ciudat care il stia-ti voi,vazut cu o carte in mana pare un lucru supraomenesc,dar uite ca sa intamplat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sper sa termin cartea in max 2 zile deoarece voi dori sa incep inca o carte de aventuri, ,,Singur pe lume"-Hector Malot.Si aceasta carte are o actiune simpla dar frumoasa,cu multe peripetii intr-o viata de adolescentist&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;spre formarea lui de a se maturiza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;si spre cladirea unui viitor singur,fara ajutorul nimanui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mi-am propus ca in aceasta luna,a 10 din acest an 2009,sa termin 4 carti de citit,ceea ce 4 carti la mine au fost citite in cei 15 ani de existenta a persoanei mele.Cartile sunt :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Elevul Dima dintr-a saptea-Mihail Drumes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Singur pe lume-Hector Malot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Viata pe un peron-Octavian Paler&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;si&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dracula-Bram Stocker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sau&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Demiurgul cel rau-Emil Cioran.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Voi reveni sper zilnic cu continuarea povestii din fiecare roman...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ii multumesc unor persoane care ele prin faptele lor m-au facut asa si le multumesc altor persoane care mi-au deschis ochii,ma provoaca sa citesc si mai mult si ma sprijina in de-ale cititului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254800563369422262-162221217927353192?l=ciufu-liki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/feeds/162221217927353192/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254800563369422262&amp;postID=162221217927353192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/162221217927353192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/162221217927353192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-iluzie.html' title='O iluzie?!?!?!'/><author><name>FuFu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04816570271022399513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/S86iRlZYQgI/AAAAAAAAADA/-HRdzOHdbEE/S220/SN854328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254800563369422262.post-8798236911792424002</id><published>2009-09-24T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T12:49:41.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maturizarea....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Imi explica si mie dc ne credem maturi de prea tanari?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce suntem mult prea orbi pentru a vedea ce-i in jurul nostru?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce totul se darama in jurul nostru?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ma uit la pozele in care eram mic frate,in care imi bagam ceva in iubire sau in iesirile in cluburi si stateam de dim pana seara in spatele blocului si bateam mingea acceptand injuraturile vecinilor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am uitat de unde am plecat,am uitat tot... Am uitat prima nota de ,,Foarte bine" data de domnul educator in clasa I,am uitat cu totii ca atunci cand eram mici,ne doream sa ajungem la stele si ne desenam pe tavan stele si seara cand adormeam credeam ca plutim pe un nor intunecat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ma uit pe strada si vad ca toti suntem tristi,ca toti ne grabim si nu pretuim trecutul sau clipa care tocmai a trecut....Uitam ca vrem,uitam prima iubire,uitam primul sarut avut intro scara de bloc,uitam cum ne imbracam din asa zisa piata,uitam ca nu faceam mofturi la cum sa ne imbracam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor frate de toate ce faceam in copilarie,imi e dor de cazaturile din corcodusi,imi e dor de jocurile de a fatza ascunselea...Mi-e dor de vremea si de prietenii din copilarie,mi-e dor de zilele in care umblam cu tenesi rupti in picioare la intalnire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inca o mai aud pe mama tipand la mine pe balcon:,,Gabi treci sus,iti ajunge cat ai stat este ora 9 seara".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acuma in schimb,auzim parintii,mamele ingrijorate pe unde suntem si ce facem la telefoane,printr-o voce virtuala...Dc ne-am maturizat asa de rpd?Si asta inainte de 18 ani...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vrea sa ne dematurizam,as vrea sa devenim la loc sau macar cu o minte si cu lucruri ce trb facute la varsta noastra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By FuFu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"Maturitatea e k o acadea...odata c ai desfacut-o si ai inceput sa mananci din ea...nu mai pot da inapoi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Noi ne maturizam f devreme pt k vrem sa experimentam iar asta ne strica copilaria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Intotdeauna parintii si chiar profesorii ne sp:"Nu ratati copilaria, nu ratati adolescenta...pt k mai tarziu o sa vha para rau"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Dak ne gandim bn facem aceeasi greseala k si parintii nostrii...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Zburam prea repede din cuib la fel cum au fost ei obligati sa o faca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;toata lumea sp:"Fii mai matur frate...nu te mai comporta k un copil!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Vorbele astea ne schimba si ne fac sa ne gandim dc matur si nu copil...Ei bine noi acceptam solutia cea simpla...solutia data de ei:fii matur!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Iar asta ne va costa pt k at knd o sa fim parinti sau bunici o sa ne amintim cu drag de copilarie dar si cu un gust amar pt k am alungat-o atat de devreme..."&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;By burly&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254800563369422262-8798236911792424002?l=ciufu-liki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/feeds/8798236911792424002/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254800563369422262&amp;postID=8798236911792424002&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/8798236911792424002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/8798236911792424002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/2009/09/maturizarea.html' title='Maturizarea....'/><author><name>FuFu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04816570271022399513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/S86iRlZYQgI/AAAAAAAAADA/-HRdzOHdbEE/S220/SN854328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254800563369422262.post-2913234819128979729</id><published>2009-09-06T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T09:33:26.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 2009...Finished!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;9 iunie,oficial am luat vacanta....Am terminat scoala,clasa a 9 si primul meu an de liceu mai devreme decat altii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eram fericit,eram visator la ce urma sa fie....3 luni pline de fete,distractie,party-uri si multa multa adrenalina...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aveam deja planuita vacanta,pana la cel mai mic detaliu....Dar n-a fost asa:-&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vacanta ce mio planuisem suna asa::-&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-munca dimineata in primele 2 luni pana vine liberty parade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-seara iesiri in oras sau cu prietena(daca aveam)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-in weekenduri partyuri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-liberty parade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-mare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-nisip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-soare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-golaneala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-etc..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Asa urma sa fie o vacanta planuita pana la cel mai mic detaliu...Dar a fost cu totul altfel...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-pierdere a 2 prietenii de 10 ani...Kid si Demo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-castigarea altui prieten ce se anunta sa fie o legatura stransa(Filip-Duku Style)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-aproprierea a unui fost coleg mult mai mult decat eram pana vara asta...Bigger(Alex)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-castigarea unor noi persoane si cunoasterea unor noi locuri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-descoperirea unui nou hobby ceea ce nu imi imaginam:SHOPPING(parca suna a muiere):))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-invatarea unor noi lucruri despre ce fel de persoane sunt in jur&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;iar la capitolul distractie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-liberty parde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-tuborg fest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-cluburi&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-iesiri prin toate parcurile posibile din bucuresti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-mers la diferite festivaluri sau concursuri...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-concerte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-festivaluri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-iar ultimul tuborg green fest...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/SqQZkBcULMI/AAAAAAAAABA/qsx2tXTYHn4/s1600-h/SN853230-crop.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/SqQZkBcULMI/AAAAAAAAABA/qsx2tXTYHn4/s320/SN853230-crop.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dupa 3 luni de vacanta,dupa 3 luni de canicula si o schimbare totala fizic,mental si prieteni trag linie si pot sa zic:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;AM AVUT O VACANTA DE VIS SI O VARA DE NEUITAT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;ALATURI DE ALEX SI FILIP!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Toamna sosesc...Scoala sosesc...Baluri sosesc...Bobocei vin!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/2009/09/summer-2009finished.html' title='Summer 2009...Finished!!!'/><author><name>FuFu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04816570271022399513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/S86iRlZYQgI/AAAAAAAAADA/-HRdzOHdbEE/S220/SN854328.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/SqQZkBcULMI/AAAAAAAAABA/qsx2tXTYHn4/s72-c/SN853230-crop.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254800563369422262.post-4928325024089831267</id><published>2009-07-27T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T03:48:17.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberty...Oboseala...Summer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/Sm2F4GiPJTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/bEkVItBikkE/s1600-h/SN852817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/Sm2F4GiPJTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/bEkVItBikkE/s320/SN852817.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363089930141508914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;16 iulie...Ma suna tata cu o voce inceata si groasa si imi zice:,,Am o surpriza pentru tine,sambata seara plecam la mare,in saturn,anunta-l pe alex si sa iti pregatesti bagajul"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nu l-am crezut,vine mama acasa seara si incepe si face bagajele,eu o intreb,unde mergem?Ea imi raspunde,la mare,nu ti-a zis taicatu?Tot nu i-am crezut,credeam ca isi bat joc de mine,numai sa ma amageasca ca pierd liberty parade cu toate ca imi doream enorm sa ajung..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A venit si ziua de 18 iulie,multi prieteni ma suna crezand ca voi fi la mare,la parada sau in arena...Pe la 5 ajunge si tata acasa,si imi zice,nu ai vorbit mah cu alex?Eu chiar nu il credeam,dar la ora 23:00 urma sa il cred cu siguranta...L-am sunat pe alex,a venit la mine pe la 22:00 am plecat cu potaia si lam dus la bunici si cand ne-am intors am urcat in masina destinatia fiind Plaja Saturn:X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;In drum,tot drumul am ascultat la radio liberty,la ora 3:30 noi eram pe la eforie iar pe sensul dinspre saturn spre constanta se circula bara la bara,inumarand aproximativ 1500 de masini...Am ajuns acolo dar nenea politai nu ne dadea voie sa intram in statiune...Am fost si am ocolit pana in mangalia si am reusit sa ajungem cat mai aproape de plaja...Am parcat masina si la ora 04:00 eram in arena,dansand si vibrand pe muzica si mixurile dj-ilor romani...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Am stat pana la ora 06:30 vazand si rasaritul soarelui,vazand cum toti sparti,drogati si betivi dormeau pe unde apucau,vazandul pe alex ca nu mai stia de el,eram nedormiti de aproximativ 24 de ore...Ne luase un frig si neam dus in masina...Am atipit aproximativ 30 de min,dar nu puteam dormi ca tipau nebunii pe strazi,incepeau sa tipe wwwhhhaaazzzzuuupppp si alte chestii...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Camera la hotel nu putea sa ne dea pana la ora 12:00 asa ca ne-am dus pe plaja,am facut o baie rece,mam mai trezit din mahmureala si pe la 1 am intrat in camera si tocmai la 8 m-am trezit:X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Pot sa zic ca dintre cele 3 seri pe care le-am avut la mare...Prima a fost una de acomodare,o plimbarica mare pe plaja si 2-3 beri,a doua o plimbare mare din saturn pana in neptun,pe putin 30 de km...De la ora 23:00 pana la 2:30 cand mam pus in pat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ultima seara a fost una de adio,doar pana pe la 00:00 am stat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Am avut 4 zile de foc,nu credeam ca o sa ajung la liberty,nu credeam ca o sa pot sa ma distrez,nu credeam multe din cate mi sau intamplat...Va iubesc pe toti cei care imi faceti viata mai fericita si mai distractiva&gt;:D&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Pentru cine doreste sa vada poze si nu uitati,lasati si comuri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gabry3l-crystyan.hi5.com/"&gt;http://gabry3l-crystyan.hi5.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254800563369422262-4928325024089831267?l=ciufu-liki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/feeds/4928325024089831267/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254800563369422262&amp;postID=4928325024089831267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/4928325024089831267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/4928325024089831267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/2009/07/libertyobosealasummer.html' title='Liberty...Oboseala...Summer...'/><author><name>FuFu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04816570271022399513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/S86iRlZYQgI/AAAAAAAAADA/-HRdzOHdbEE/S220/SN854328.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/Sm2F4GiPJTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/bEkVItBikkE/s72-c/SN852817.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254800563369422262.post-4412122650488799647</id><published>2009-07-15T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T02:58:14.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Golanul de mine....!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dc oare golanul cel vechi,golanul care nu ii pasa de nimeni j nk,doar de persoana lui,intrun final se face baiat de trb?Pentru ca atunci are pentru ce sa lupte,are pentru sa se faca o persoana de treaba...Inainte sa intalneasca o persoana care sa il faca ceea ce este el in interior j nu in exterior,nu avea nici un viitor...Dar odata intalnita,o persoana ambitioasa cu planuri marete j o lista de fapte ce trebuie facute j visurile ce trebuie implinite,va reusi acel golan sa redevina j el o persoana buna...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pot sa zic ca pana in momentul de fata am fost golan:),nu imi pasa de nimeni din jur,dar de cand apare cnv,simt ca am pt ce sa lupt,simt ca trb sa ajung cnv anume,simt ca trb sa le dau peste nas tuturor sa vada ca nu sunt un nimeni,sa vada ca nu sunt cum cred ei...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Voi fi cnv j veti vedea mai trz...Nu este timpul pierdut!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254800563369422262-4412122650488799647?l=ciufu-liki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/feeds/4412122650488799647/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254800563369422262&amp;postID=4412122650488799647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/4412122650488799647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/4412122650488799647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/2009/07/golanul-de-mine.html' title='Golanul de mine....!'/><author><name>FuFu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04816570271022399513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/S86iRlZYQgI/AAAAAAAAADA/-HRdzOHdbEE/S220/SN854328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254800563369422262.post-4129652486934712491</id><published>2009-07-15T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T07:44:50.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragostea e un cancer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Azi am pierdut un inger,&lt;br /&gt;El ma facut cancer.&lt;br /&gt;Cancerul duce la moarte,&lt;br /&gt;Dragostea duce mai departe.&lt;br /&gt;Leac pentru boala se gaseste,&lt;br /&gt;Leac pentru dragoste este persoana ce te iubeste.&lt;br /&gt;Cine ar fi crezut ca pot sa ma indragostesc?&lt;br /&gt;Acum ce poti sa faci cand dragostea si iubrea sosesc?&lt;br /&gt;Nu voi uita niciodata ce a fost,&lt;br /&gt;Cum nici nu voi uita prima gura de must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Am inceput cu o mica creatie,crezand ca pot sa imi exprim pe intregime sentimentele,dar nu a fost asa....Nici pe sfert nu pot sa imi exprim acele mici sentimente sau acele mici nemultumiri...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dragostea...Dragostea este exemplificata ca mai multe tipuri sau ca alte stari...Pt mine este un cancer deoarece cancerul este o boala ce se dobandeste foarte usor dar de scapat scapi doar cand moarte te ia...Dragostea este la fel,e foarte usor j foarte putin iti ia sa o simti,dar ca sa uiti ca esti indragostit nu poti sau sa uiti de asa ceva este f f f f f greu....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cand esti bolnav iti doresti sa iti intre cnv in viata,ca clipele pe care le mai ai de trait sa fie de vis,de neuitat...Cand esti pe moarte si esti cu cnv care te iubeste j il iubesti ai pt cine sa mai traiesti,sa lupti sa poti sa stai in viata...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254800563369422262-4129652486934712491?l=ciufu-liki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/feeds/4129652486934712491/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254800563369422262&amp;postID=4129652486934712491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/4129652486934712491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/4129652486934712491'/><link 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trage sub el&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Atunci cauta o raza de lumina in inima ta...sa te incalzeasca...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cauta un nou &lt;strong&gt;pamant&lt;/strong&gt; pe care sa te sprijini...sa poti din nou creste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caci doar in tine sta puterea sa o iei de la inceput!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254800563369422262-2812038658665895217?l=ciufu-liki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/feeds/2812038658665895217/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254800563369422262&amp;postID=2812038658665895217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/2812038658665895217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/2812038658665895217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/2009/06/totul-are-un-inceput.html' title='Totul are un inceput...^^'/><author><name>FuFu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04816570271022399513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/S86iRlZYQgI/AAAAAAAAADA/-HRdzOHdbEE/S220/SN854328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254800563369422262.post-8948891572870065436</id><published>2009-06-16T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T12:24:15.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vara....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A sosit vara...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Si ce?Pentru ce?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Este un anotimp ca oricare altul,dar dc oare este special?Pentru ca poti merge la mare....Sa stai seara,la apus de soare iar dim sa fi langa persoana iubita si sa ii soptesti la ureche cand rasare soarele...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nimic nu este mai frumos decat anotimpul vara...Vara este anotimpul tuturor implinirilor,vara este cel mai cald anotimp de aceea mereu este si cel mai fierbinte in inimile si sentimentele voastre...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A trecut jumatate de luna din prima luna de vara...Ma visez prin luna iulie sa fiu la mare....Sa fiu in vama veche sau ceva mai linistit,saturn-mangalia...Unele persoane zic dc aceste statiuni mici si neimportante,de aceea le si aleg...Sunt neimportante si sunt nepopulate de fitzosii cu bani gata si cu cocalarii cu imbracaminte gucci sau armanii...Sa revenim...Ma visez la mare,pe o plaja pustie doar eu cu prietena mea...Stropii de ploaie si de valurile marii sa se opreasca in parul tau saten,marou ca un bustean imbatranit....Atingerile buzelor tale fine cu rujul tau rosu ca soarele cand rasare sa imi atinga pielea mea bronzata,sa imi lasa semn in urma atingeri...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soarele sa isi intinda razele lui in ochii tai caprui stralucind ca 2 stele pe cer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Momentan nu e nimeni,sunt singur catre acest vis...Poate o vara ca asta vom avea parte si noi odata...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254800563369422262-8948891572870065436?l=ciufu-liki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/S86iRlZYQgI/AAAAAAAAADA/-HRdzOHdbEE/S220/SN854328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254800563369422262.post-8595838432953493245</id><published>2009-06-15T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T14:08:28.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu credeam...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow....Nu am crezut ca anul asta va fi unul f bun,f nebun si tot odata f rau pe plan sentimental,pe plan educational j cu familia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dc zic ca a fost pana acuma un an bun j nebun?Am avut parte de cele mai crazy intamplari posibile pe care le poate avea o simpla persoana la 15 ani....Pentru ca am avut parte de cateva persoane care mai facut mai fericit,mai linistit si pentru ca in sf am reusit sa imi deosebesc prietenii adevarati de cei inselatori....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dc zic rau pe plan sentimental?Mi-am pus in gand ca poate o sa tin si eu vreodata la o fata,cine stie....Vad pe strazi oameni genocizi care vor doar sa ucida din fiecare ce e mai frumos,fericirea si iubirea din noi....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dc zic rau pe plan educational?Cu toate ca nu am invatat am iesit al 4 pe clasa,dar nu am luat nici un premium,eu care in alti ani luam premiul 2-3 minim mentiune....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dc cu familia?Pentru ca nu am reusit sa ma inteleg deloc cu ai mei....De cand am devenit mai singuratic,mai distant de ei numai necazuri am avut...De ziua lor,nici nu ma interesat ca era ziua lor,de ziua mamei am plecat cu prietenii in parc,nush pe unde hoinaream,ei stateau acasa si ,,petreceau" ne venind sa creada ca fiul lor mare si in care se baza incepea tot mai mult sa se dinstanteze de ei...De ziua lu tata,eram la munte,tocmai in ziua cand trebuia sa ma intorc din excursie cu cnv anume....Au venit si mau luat si neam cazat la o distanta aproape de ceilalti....Ei urmau sa plece seara,pe la 6-7 si ma tot rugam sa plec si eu cu ei....ca nu am ce face cu parintii....Si i-am stricat ziua lu tata....De tot...De atunci,au mai fost mici/mari altercatii intre mine si tata,ultima,de cateva zile este cea mai grava....Sa suparat ingrozitor,cred ca asta va pune capac si vom uita aman2 ca am fost rude,tata si fiu....Siu nu va vina sa credeti,nici mie....Dar nicioadata nu stii ce iti rezerva viata...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunt de vina,sunt distant ca nu au stiut sa ma aproaprie de ei...Dar asta e,platesc si chiar daca e grav...Vom suferi ambele tabere,dar mai mult ei ca vor pierde un fiu,un fiu in care aveau mare incredere ca va ,,iesi" cnv,ca va fi cnv in viata si va face ceva bun cu viata lui....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nu credeam ca o sa patesc asa de multe....Ultima intamplare ma  demoralizat f tare...Nush in cine sa mai am incredere,nush ce sa o se faca cu viata mea,nush ce o sa se intampla nici in sec urmatoare....E f ciudata....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S:Azi,3 august ca vad ca mi-au zis multi ca spor la impacarea mea cu tatal meu,sa rezolvat de mult timp si sper sa nu o mai fac inca odata...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254800563369422262-8595838432953493245?l=ciufu-liki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/feeds/8595838432953493245/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254800563369422262&amp;postID=8595838432953493245&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/8595838432953493245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/8595838432953493245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/2009/06/nu-credeam.html' title='Nu credeam...'/><author><name>FuFu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04816570271022399513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/S86iRlZYQgI/AAAAAAAAADA/-HRdzOHdbEE/S220/SN854328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254800563369422262.post-6431224001672141580</id><published>2009-06-03T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T12:35:49.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graffity,o arta sau vandalism?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/SibDAZdn4MI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fGa0HebqUxw/s1600-h/SN852545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/SibDAZdn4MI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fGa0HebqUxw/s320/SN852545.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343172419524223170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In ultima vreme,pe unde merg pe strada vad tot feluri de desene pe pereti,tramvaie,metrouri sau alte locuri...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pana la urma,ce fac ei ce se poate numi?Arta,pasiune,plictiseala sau vandalism?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Din fericire sau nefericire,depinde fiecare cum vrea sa o ia am intrat si eu doar cu o privire,doar sa cunosc tainele,nu sa desenez sau sa ma exprim pe perete,in aceasta ,,bransa" numita Graffitty....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Acuma 10 ani de zile,nimeni nu credea ca va aparea si in bucuresti,romania sau in partea noastra....Uite ca a aparut...si tuturor le place ce observa pe unde trec....unele sunt date pentru a infrumusetea o anumita zona sau portiune...altele,cum ar fi acele date de cei mici,de ,,toy" care nu au un farmec nu isi au rostul...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am un repesct enorm pentru cei care castiga banii din acest mare hobby practicat de toti de toate varstele,de la 4-5 ani pana la oameni in varsta cat o putea sa dea sau cat o putea sa aiba conditia fizica buna...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Puteti sa ii vedeti oriunde,noaptea ei ies la atac,vandalizeaza metrourile,blocurile,tramvaiele si nu au limita...Daca dai intrun loc nebunesc,esti cel mai tare....Daca dai si ceva frumos,super super ,,piesa" esti superhero al graffitty-ului....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As putea da o groaza de nume,am avut ocazia sa ii cunosc si personal si virtual si doar sa aud de ei....Dar va las pe voi la latitudinea voastra sa imi lasati comentarii cu cine credeti ca ar fi unul bun pentru voi,si vom comenta impreuna dc e bun si dc nu....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254800563369422262-6431224001672141580?l=ciufu-liki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/feeds/6431224001672141580/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254800563369422262&amp;postID=6431224001672141580&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/6431224001672141580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/6431224001672141580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/2009/06/graffityo-arta-sau-vandalism.html' title='Graffity,o arta sau vandalism?'/><author><name>FuFu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04816570271022399513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/S86iRlZYQgI/AAAAAAAAADA/-HRdzOHdbEE/S220/SN854328.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/SibDAZdn4MI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fGa0HebqUxw/s72-c/SN852545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254800563369422262.post-1613685501038173610</id><published>2009-06-02T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T11:55:40.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raboaie...Sange...Criza...De unde?America este solutia!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Scopul razboiului este pacea"zicea la un moment dat Aristotel....Numai ca,mai nou,razboaiele sunt purtate pentru sange,caliminitati,materiale,podoabe si pentru campanii politice sau distrugeri ale unor membri din politica...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Războiul este ospăţul morţii."George Herbert.Adevarat grait si aici,dc oare s-au purtat razboaiele impotriva asa zisul terorism din tarile arabe sau asiatice?Cum ar fi,afganistan,iran,irak si restul.....Nu,luptau pentru ei,pentru a distruge natia,pentru a fi invingatori in sinea lor....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sa vorbim si un pic despre istorie....Nu cunosc bine istoria lumii,dar cat de cat am habar...Primul razboi mondial a inceput in europa,iar americanii ca sa arate ca au habar de asa ceva,sau bagat si ei pe la mijloc si normal au cules roadele,ei fiind proaspeti si tot asa si la al doilea razboi mondial...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daca tot am inceput cu America,sa si termin aceasta postare cu ei...Razboiul din Vietnam...Pentru ce a pornit?Pentru minciuni...Atacurile asa zise ale vietnamezilor erau trucate,numai ca sa distruga acea tara plina de resurse petroliere si ca sa arate rusilor de ce sunt in stare....Bomba nucleara  data vietnamezilor,iar a fost o mare prostie...In acele lupte sau pierdut peste 60.000 de soldati american,si 3.000.000-4.000.000 de civili vietnamezi...Dublu cat nr capitalei noastre,Bucuresti...Este frumos?Nu....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A urmat razboiul impotriva teroristilor,a lui Bin La Den ala....Si a altora....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Atentatele de la 11 septembrie 2001...Au fost inscenari toate facute cu precizie de catre Bush si subordonatii lui...Ganditi-va si voi,un avion a intrat sus,aproape de varf.....dupa impact,la max 30 de sec,de la mijloc explodeaza ceva si totul se prabuseste neramand in picioare nmk...Cum se topea asa de repede otelul,dc nu a retezat doar acel etaj unde sa intrat cu avionul,dc cand a aterizat peste penthagon,nu sau mai gasit ramasite deloc din avion?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Inainte cu o sapt,sa dat ordin de controlol tehnic si arhitect in toate cladirile afectate de atentat....Cladirile nu aveau nmk,puteau sa reziste....Numai ca,au fost amplasate bombe ca sa arate f bn ca un atentat....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;La ce a dus acest atentat?La panica,lumea numai era in siguranta numai in mintea lor,in loc sa fie increderea in autoritatii ceea ce sperau...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Din cauza asta,Bush(Buci)a declarat razboi acelor tari minuscule,care nu aveau nici o sansa in a se apara...Sau pierdut la sange,la oameni,degeaba,numai ca sa arata de ce sunt in stare si numai sa faca rau....Asta e politica Americii,unui stat democratic imputit de sangele care deja il mai au pe mainile lor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am scris asta,ca eu nu ii suport pe americani,mai nou,de-a lungul istoriei sa dovedit ca americanii fac cate o decadere mondiala a bancilor la interval de 10-20 de ani...Dc a facut aceasta decadere de data asta?Asa numita criza?Pentru ca europenii incepuse sa devina bogati,sa fie mai buni decat ei,decat un continent plin de ura si durere in suflete oamenilor....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In secret,acuma 2 ani,sa pus in vigoare a se introduce o noua moneda,din cauza cresterii masive a euro,din cauza ca dolarul numai are nici o valoare,din cauza asa zisei crize,moneda numindu-se Amero si in prezent este introdusa in SUA,Canada si Mexic....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Peste 4 ani,ei doresc sa ne introduca pe gat aceasta moneda,ca nu pot accepta infrangerea care e deja istorie a europenilor si rusilor impotriva lor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Au fost infrantii,iar ca sa se razbune,ei doresc implantarea unor cipuri in capetele noastre ca sa ne controleze,sa ne omoare cand deja aflam ceva care trece peste FBI sau siguranta statului.....Sunt toti niste ipocriti si idioti care se vor lasa influentati de ei....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Toate aceste pareri au rezultat in urmarirea unui film documentar,numit Zeitgest care merita vazut de la cap la coada....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Va multumesc iar pentru timpul acordat&gt;:D&lt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254800563369422262-1613685501038173610?l=ciufu-liki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/feeds/1613685501038173610/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254800563369422262&amp;postID=1613685501038173610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/1613685501038173610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/1613685501038173610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/2009/06/razboaielesangepentru-ce.html' title='Raboaie...Sange...Criza...De unde?America este solutia!!!!!!'/><author><name>FuFu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04816570271022399513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/S86iRlZYQgI/AAAAAAAAADA/-HRdzOHdbEE/S220/SN854328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254800563369422262.post-7768448522227245553</id><published>2009-06-01T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T13:55:54.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prietenii...Ce sunt ei?O porcarie....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cum ziceam si in titlu acestui post...Ce sunt prietenii?Niste distrusi,care stau dupa u pentru a deveni si ei populari,sa cunoasca alte persoane,pentru a iesi ca ei sunt prea distrusi sa iasa singuri,sa ma coscareasca de money(asa e la moda,bagi in tine ca spartul pe spinarea altuia)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dc zic asa?Am patit-o de mii si mii de ori....Pana la urma cum deosebesti un animal si un prefacut de un prieten adevarat,care iti este la bine si la rau si te ajuta cu orice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pai cam asa,ii testezi frate....Cum?Pur si simplu...Iesi cu ei de cateva ori si le dai impresia ca ai bani,ca esti dispus sa cheltui tot,daca el se da pe langa u,imediat iti dai seama....Poate o fi pentru prima oara asa,dar daca face mereu,iti bagi ceva il el si o arzi mai usor cu el...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Inca un lucru ar fi,prietena cu care umbla.Cum zicea la un moment dat un artist intro melodie,esti tinut in lesa,dar dupa ce scapi e prea tarziu.Pizda cu care esti,este stapana ta,u esti animalul ei...Te tine in zgarda,iti pierzi prietenii,pt ce?Pt o bucata de pizda si o pula care io dai,dupa o buna perioada de timp?Aia poti gasi si pe autostrada,dai 30Ron sau mult mai putin si pt o ora te poti relaxa facandu-ti aia orice...Si sa revenim,esti in zgarda,chelai si te dai mare si tare la celelalte animale(prietenii) ca esti ingrijit,esti bine acolo unde esti...Dar cand scapi,vei reveni pe strada,ca un amarat de animal ce esti,iar prietenii cu care iti imparteai si o picatura de apa,si un strop de mancare,ti iai pierdut pe veci.Ai ales pizda,in locul prietenilor,ne pierzi si vei regreta....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Sper ca vei citi acest mesaj prietene,si crede-ma vei regreta clipa cand ai decis sa ne lasi pe noi pt ea,nu acuma sau nu in viitor apropriat,poate chiar in viitorul indepartat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Alt lucru ar fi gelozia pe prietenul tau,iesi cu el mereu cu diferite tipe,daca el se da la ele in locul tau,daca el se poarta urat,daca el te face de cacao in fata lor,ala iti mai e prieten?Iti e dusman,iar cum zice un proverb,tine-ti dusmanul aproape si prietenul departe sau trateaza-ti dusmanul ca pe un prieten si prietenul ca pe un dusman...Se potrivesc de minune...Ai dracu prieteni,bag ceva in ei si in tot ce inseamna cuv asta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Am patit-o de mii si mii de ori,am pierdut prieteni o multime de prieteni si mereu acea multime de prieteni mi-au dat in cap....Prin toate motivele enumerate mai sus....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Toti,absolut toti iti sunt tovarasi pana cand te folosc,isi gasesc o pizda de pe urma ta,siau trait viata dupa banii tai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Am doar o exceptie,pentru care orice am face,nu ne-am certa niciodata,am facut si credeti-ma nu ve-ti reusi sa ne vedeti certati never mai mult de 2-3 sapt....Am zis atata,pt ca atata a fost la prima si singura cearta grava...Am fost mereu la bine si la greu,cand am avut bani cand nu am avut,cand ne certam cu parintii sau cu prietenele,cand ne paraseau ale dracu tarfe,am revenit fiecare la prietenul lui cel mai bun.Aceasta excepti este&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bigger(Alex).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Asta e povestea mea si punctul meu de vedere despre acest cuvinte,substantiv format din 9 litere si tot la fel de multe sunete.Este un substantiv simplu,de gen masculin,care nu exprima intotdeauna adevarul din dex sau descrierea lui.Sunt o persoana simpla,care nu are incredere in acest cuv decat in acea exceptie.Le multumesc ca mi-au fost alaturi si la bune si la rele,mai ales la rele care le facem zi de zi,doar pt asta am fost lasati pe pamant,pt a face viata calvar unora:) si pt clipele de fericire si de crazy style petrecute.Am pierdut 2 prieteni care eram la bine si la rau de 10 ani,a mai ramas unu.Sa vdm cat va tine,dar cred si am speranta ca va tine cel mai mult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asa de incheiere,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luati-va muiererile,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aruncati-le pe geamurile,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Din apartamentele voastre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si pastrati-va prietenii aproape,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ca ei va sunt mereu langa voi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M..e pentru cei care ne urasc si pentru cei care vor sa ne faca viata calvar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La revedere,si va multumesc pentru timpul acordat citirii acestui post.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Va astept si la urmatoarele postari cu aceeasi rabdare care ati avut-o pana acuma&gt;:D&lt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254800563369422262-7768448522227245553?l=ciufu-liki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/feeds/7768448522227245553/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254800563369422262&amp;postID=7768448522227245553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/7768448522227245553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/7768448522227245553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/2009/06/prieteniice-sunt-eio-porcarie.html' title='Prietenii...Ce sunt ei?O porcarie....'/><author><name>FuFu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04816570271022399513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/S86iRlZYQgI/AAAAAAAAADA/-HRdzOHdbEE/S220/SN854328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254800563369422262.post-7021410397387031634</id><published>2009-06-01T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T09:28:59.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Copil pierdut...Viciile astea...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ascultand unul din cei mai sinceri si adevarati cantareti,m-am gandit sa imi expun si eu o parere... De mici ne dorim sa crestem,sa fim maturi,altfel fetele nu ne mai plac deloc...Nu am mai fute,nu am mai bea,nu am mai merge in cluburi nu am mai fuma,nu am mai face nimic decat pana la acea maturitate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Am 15 ani,cand eram mic,eram mereu ofticos pe cei maturi ca pot face orice,si ca eu nu pot dar acuma am realizat ca trebuie sa iti traiesti copilaria,acea plina de vise si impliniri,sa nu ucidem niciodata un copil ce il ai in tine niciodata...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ma uit in jurul meu,fetele de 12-13 ani vor sa se futa in draci,vor sa fie bete,vor sa fie si ele in centrul atentiei...Mai nou,cine numai e virgin este un\o mare pampalau\proasta...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Baietii de varsta mea,vor numai sa bea,sa fumeze maria,sa se drogheze si alte vicii care odata incepute rar scapi de ele...Dau un exemplu pe Paolo Cuelio,il admir,a incercat la viata lui de toate,droguri intravenoase si pe nas sau pe gura,curentul hippi,yogismul si multe altele,si a reusit sa treaca cu brio si acuma prin cartile lui,ne arata si noua cum este dupa o perioada neagra din care tot el a intrat si tot el a vrut si reusit sa iasa...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Uneori as vrea mereu sa fi ramas fiecare acelasi copil inocent si naiv,acelasi copil care credea in mos Craciun si il asteptam in casa bunicii uitandu-ne pe geam...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Imi doresc enorm sa nu vad ce vad acuma,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sa nu gandesc ce gandesc acuma&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sa nu inteleg ce inteleg acuma.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Vad la televizor,mai nou,o emisiune pe un post in care arata ca parintii nu se inteleg cu copii...Dc?Pentru ca nu ne inteleg,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pentru ca nu ne asculta,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nu ai timp pentru noi,doar pentru ei,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ne ignora,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Iar noi ca sa ripostam,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ne purtam prin asa zisul curent emo,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Doar sa le facem rau,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;De ras&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Si nu in ultimul rand,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ce ii doare cel mai tare,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sa ne indepartam defintiv de ei&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Si sa le stricam imaginea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Viata este ca un joc de zaruri,mizezi pe propria ta viata,dar la un moment dat o pierzi,daca esti la mijloc,o sa ti se para ca viata e fara sfarsit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254800563369422262-7021410397387031634?l=ciufu-liki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/S86iRlZYQgI/AAAAAAAAADA/-HRdzOHdbEE/S220/SN854328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254800563369422262.post-3934861308296474461</id><published>2009-05-28T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T12:52:59.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My  Personality</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Vin si eu cu o mica descriere a persoanei mele....Ma numesc Mihai Gabriel Cristian,ma mandresc ca am un nume normal si obisnuit....Lumea in general ma striga Gabriel sau Fufu....Doar o singura persoana ma striga bibi,sora mea:X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am doar 15 anisori,mai am pana cand fac 16 ani,my sweet 16:))Sunt capricorn,dat fiind ca sunt nascut pe 26 decembrie.Este frumos si tot odata nasol ca esti nascut atunci.Frumos ca primesc cadouri in 2 zile una dupa alta:XUrat ca este o zi in vacanta,rar ii gasesti pe prieteni,colegi si rude in zona,sunt plecati la munte sau la tara,de aceea prefer ca de ziua mea sa merg la munte cu My Familly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ce mai pot spune despre mine,imi plac frizuri noi,la moda,dar tot odata sa fiu si o persoana decenta,nu un ciudat la care sa se uite lumea pe strada urat...Momentan am o frizura noua si nemaipurtata de mine(parca e o palarie),in stil Alex Velea(este singurul personaj pe care il pot da exemplu cunoscut).Mai am putin si ma vopsesc,eu vara nu pot sta fara sa am minim 2-3 culori in cap:X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vara asta voi fi gri.Sau mai bn zis,crom sa vorbim si in termeni specifici hobby-ului meu.Ajungem si acolo candva,nu azi ca imi e lene.De cand ma stiu,de mai bn de 5-6 ani la rand,vara am fost mereu vopsit in culori ,,fashion":))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cand aveam doar 7 anisori,mama a vrut sa imi faca suvite blonde,ca se purta.Mie nu imi placeau,asa ca am incercat tot capul blond.Pot zice ca toata lumea a ramas surprinsa in legatura cu noua mea frizura.2 ani mai tarziu,am inceput sa imi las parul mai lung,nu stil emo ca acuma,dar nu tuns puscarie:P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;De la 9 ani,am fost mereu suvitat sau alte modele in par.... pana acum un an.In vara trecuta,avand parul f mare,am hotarat sa imi fac mai multe culori sau alte stiluri.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am inceput prin mai-iunie cu ceva simplu,mai precis varfurile cu o singura culoare,si anume un blond deschis...Nu mia placut,dupa doar o sapt am incercat brunet cu varfurile blonde...Nu mia placut si iar dupa 1-2 sapt mam facut tot capul blond,dar mia iesit  un blond spalacit,ceva nasol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mama a zis,hai sa iti mai dau o culoare,si cu niste suvite ciudate,gen gri-mov-albastre.De data asta mia iesit un blond deschis rau,cu suvite gri-mov.Mi-a placut f mult si de aceea vreau ca vara asta sa fiu tot capul gri cu suvite viu colorate...Voi vedea ce imi va iesi sapt viitoare:))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cam atata despre mine....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vam plictisit cu atata descriere,stiu,sunt vorbaret....dar promit ca o sa fiu scurt si la obiect:P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3254800563369422262-3934861308296474461?l=ciufu-liki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/feeds/3934861308296474461/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3254800563369422262&amp;postID=3934861308296474461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/3934861308296474461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3254800563369422262/posts/default/3934861308296474461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciufu-liki.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-personality.html' title='My  Personality'/><author><name>FuFu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04816570271022399513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A8LrGBhd1ZQ/S86iRlZYQgI/AAAAAAAAADA/-HRdzOHdbEE/S220/SN854328.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3254800563369422262.post-5779998073937561041</id><published>2009-05-28T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T12:53:40.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plictisit si Trist....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Incep cu prima mea postare,despre o tema care mereu ma streseaza in ultima vreme.Iubirea.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ascult o melodie trista,sperand ca tristetea se va termina odata cu ea...Suflet meu a iubit candva,o singura daca atata a putut,nu mult,dar putin....Era o primavara de neuitat,prima mea perioada in care puteam sa ma plimb de nebun,atunci invatasem ce inseamna so arzi in cluburi si alte chestii.Aveam 13 ani,fata 12...A fost placere la prima vedere.Eu,cum eram de obicei,nesimtit,imi promisesem sa ma potolesc macar odata....Ea,o fata atata de sentimentalista,un inger,a zis sa imblanzeasca demonul din mine.A reusit,cu greutati,cu dificultati,timp de 3 luni sa ma aibe alaturi de ea....Incepusem sa fiu indiferent,nu observasem ca deja era prea tarziu pt a face acest pas,de a ma desparti de ea si am facut.Am gresit,am jignit-o,mam desp de ea si dupa ceva vreme am realizat stand sub un copac ascultand o melodie lenta si care imi aducea mereu aminte de ea....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lacrimile curgeau,inima batea neincetat,parca era o toba la un concert.Stateam pe un covor de frunze si nu mai aveam puterea sa ma ridic...Frunzele continuau sa cada acoperindu-ma,ascuzandu-ma.Nici o adiere de vant,doar linistea ce era intrerupta rar de muzica castilor mele.Crezand ca va veni,cum o facea mereu,inapoi in locurile unde am trait ceva clipe de neuitat,stau asteptand si nimeni,nimic si nicaieri nu se zarea....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zona era una din parcul tineretului,pe insulitza ce era traversata de 2 poduri....Aici erau locurile ce le traiam din plin...Cautam forta de a ma ridica,de a nu astepta in zadar si a pleca intr-un loc si mai retras unde nimeni sa nu ma priveasca cu mila.Eram singur,doar un suflet trist,uitat de lume,parasit,ratacit in cautarea supravietuirii..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am stat toata ziua,sa lasat noaptea.Fiind o luna in care vremea se schimba de la ora la ora,a inceput sa ploua.Las picaturile de ploaie sa imi inece lacrimile si vantul sa le risipeasca...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Odata,credeam in vise si implinirea lor imi facea viata mai frumoasa,bucuria imi risipea tot amarul,toata rautatea...Adormeam cu inima plina de fericire,ma trezeam pentru cineva,doar ca sa ii ofer toata iubirea in dar..Dar eu nu stiam cum,eram un nesentimentalist...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ma trezeam,ma intrebam singur cine se trezeste pentru mine,dar realizam mereu ca eram singur pe lume...Fara nimeni langa mine...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nici imaginatia nu ma ajutat sa descopar ca totul fara ea va fi atat de trist...Ce a fost sa dus,fiecare a apucat pe drumul lui,eu ramanand acelasi nesimtit cu sentimentele unei fete,ea,incercandu-si dragostea in altcnv,si patind la fel...Au mai ramas amintiri sau ce a mai frumos din ele,sau speranta,sau altceva ce nu pot exprima...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caut o lumina in intuneric sa ma calauzeasca,dar mereu in zadar....Cand imi este dat o persoana pe care pot spune ca simt ceva pentru ea,este ea invers,cand cnv ma iubeste,imi bat joc iar si iar de acele sentimente.Dc iubim persoanele care ne ranesc si ii ranim pe cei care ne iubesc?(voi eveni cu o argumentare in zilele ce urmeaza)...Este o intreba bn structurata;))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suntem mereu ca o rana deschisa,iubim si ramane acel cutit infipt in u cu tot cu iubirea...In zilele urmatoare nu dormisem mai deloc,noapte ma gandeam mereu la ea,nu credeam ca va fi asa,credeam ca o voi uita rpd,pofta de mancare nu aveam,imi era doar sete,sete de iubire si de pasiune...Acea fata a daruit iubire,eu am fost rasplatit cu fericire.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A gresit ca a iubit,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si eu ca am glumit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am platit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acuma am fost blestemat,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Condamnat,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A nu mai iubi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cam asa ceva a fost cu prima mea ,,dragoste",cu primea mea ,,iubire"...Acuma am uitat fiecare de celalalt,sau asa avem impresia si facem ca sa lasam aceasta impresie...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anul asta nu am contat deloc,am avut atata iubire de daruit,oferit,dar nu am avut cui,cineva care sa merita toate astea...Poate a fost,dar nu mi-am dat seama.Cum am zis si o repet,am fost prost...Stau si ma gandesc,cred ca am fost blestemat de cel de sus,cred ca ma uraste....Nush ce se intampla....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imi doresc din toata inima sa gasesc pe cnv care sa imi sopteasca ,,te iubesc" si ca raspuns ce il pot oferi este la fel...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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