<?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-7433250438752225743</id><updated>2012-01-10T21:05:50.261-08:00</updated><category term='a VIII-a'/><title type='text'>Căpşunici. Şx</title><subtitle type='html'>Control your whoremones, slut ! .</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-7196274409613010850</id><published>2012-01-03T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T09:16:03.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>Pentru ca starea mea de azi, de ieri, de maine si etc. este de suprema bucurie si extrem entuziasm va zic ca ma doare in cur de orice.&lt;br /&gt;Nu, nu stiu de ce am zis asta, simt nevoia sa anunt ca-s fericita si din prea multa fericire ma pis pe toti [da,da. si pe tine, pe tine, pe tine.]&lt;br /&gt;N-am mai aberat de multisor, si o sa aberez acum.&lt;br /&gt;Acum aberez.&lt;br /&gt;Aberez acum.&lt;br /&gt;Ma asteptam ca a 2-a sa fie mai lunga decat prima, nu stiu de ce, ma rog.&lt;br /&gt;Aberam,&lt;br /&gt;Aberam,&lt;br /&gt;Iarnaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este iarna?&lt;br /&gt;Niciodata nu am inteles aspectul de decembrie-ianuarie-februarie. Iarna ar trebui sa fie ianuarie-febriarie-martie si tot asa, parca e...neterminata si ce e neterminat e nasol si frustrat, asta se stie. E lege. Cred ca baietii ma integ :D . Sper, iar daca nu..e nasol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am sa continui cu revelionul si cat urasc eu sarbatorile.&lt;br /&gt;Sarbatorile sunt principalul motiv pentru care ai starea de introducere a penisului in absolut tot ceea ce tine de&amp;nbsp; 'fericirea altora'. Esti acolo fericit, linistit, nerabdator...pana iti dai seama ca tre` sa cumperi 3675843563507835487360845905640-6048373734621 cadori. Iar banii pe care-i primesti se duc pe cadourile altora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Motive&lt;/u&gt; [pentru care urasc-uram...] :&lt;br /&gt;1. ...Craciunul : &lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca-i... &lt;br /&gt;-...Costisitor;&lt;br /&gt;-...Gras;&lt;br /&gt;-...Frig;&lt;br /&gt;-...Agitat;&lt;br /&gt;-...Fals;&lt;br /&gt;Si lista ar putea continua, dar las-o asa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. ...Revelionul :&lt;br /&gt;Este...&lt;br /&gt;-...Obositor [nu dormi o noapte simti ca n-ai dormit 5];&lt;br /&gt;-...Betiv ;&lt;br /&gt;-...Prea mult fum;&lt;br /&gt;-...Scandal;&lt;br /&gt;-...Telenovele;&lt;br /&gt;-...Miss Univers;&lt;br /&gt;Si altele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In concluzie desi le uram le iubim, adoram si idolatrizam. Ma dau cu curu` de pamant daca anu` asta nu prind craciunu si revelionu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l2Gb9HKp4N4/TwN0FFD8jFI/AAAAAAAAAT4/UsypQmiif5U/s1600/384354_226747520732184_100001908135110_534951_1072245730_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l2Gb9HKp4N4/TwN0FFD8jFI/AAAAAAAAAT4/UsypQmiif5U/s320/384354_226747520732184_100001908135110_534951_1072245730_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;[nu, nici asta nu are legatura, dar sa mor daca nu-s mai buna decat orice ma inconjoara &amp;gt;:)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-7196274409613010850?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/7196274409613010850/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2012/01/pentru-ca-starea-mea-de-azi-de-ieri-de.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/7196274409613010850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/7196274409613010850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2012/01/pentru-ca-starea-mea-de-azi-de-ieri-de.html' title='.'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l2Gb9HKp4N4/TwN0FFD8jFI/AAAAAAAAAT4/UsypQmiif5U/s72-c/384354_226747520732184_100001908135110_534951_1072245730_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-7603164030932226805</id><published>2012-01-02T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T12:47:16.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;La multi ani, scumpilor, dragilor, iubitilor si restul chestiilor pe care evident nu le simt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In primul rand am sa spun : anu` asta [trecut, 2011] a fost un an divers, un an placut, genial...cand si cand, plin de rahaturi marcante, plin de rahaturi care raman rahaturi si plin de oamenii prosti care m-au facut sa-mi dau seama cat de absolut geniala sunt sunt plin de oameni bsolut minunati, care...m-au facut sa-mi dau seama ca nu-i totul pierdut si mai exista si altii ca mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Buuun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In al 2-lea rand am sa spun : pentru anul asta [2012] nu vreau nimic, vreau sa pastrez ceea ce am. vreau sa fiu capabila sa mentin ceea ce mi s-a dat, iar daca mi se mai da...nu zic nu, multumesc si sar-na, pe sistemu` sunt capabila sa duc orice &amp;gt;:), mai putin sarcini nedorite, vreau o pisica, nu un copil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In al 3-lea rand : as fi scris in noaptea de revelion, dar....din diverse motive nu am vrut/putut/chef sa explic.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vreau sa-mi exprin grija constanta de "Nu vreau sa murim", pe sistemu inteleg apocalipsa, nu inteleg ziua, macar dupa craciun sa fie toata lumea fericita, la modu`...daca nu primim ce vrem [oricum nu primim ce vrem, altfel nu simti spiritu` de &amp;nbsp;: in pula mea, am fost cuminte tot anu -ba nu, mint- si nu primesc ce vreau?!] putem sa fim fericiti ca vine apocalipsa, asa....nici macar nu stii ce ai fi primit, dare vident exista doua chestii bune si-n moartea tuturor : nu tre` sa cumperi nimic nimanui, chiar daca nu primesti nimic, eu una chiar nu suport cadourile...pe sistemu nu primesti ce vrei, vrei sa fi simpatica, dar ori vocea ori figura te tradeaza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In final, da. gata. am scris destul, vreau sa va urez un an usor. si primavara fara sfarsit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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/-u7mCyD-3RX4/TwIXrYEYFGI/AAAAAAAAATs/2Pz0IHdMBQs/s1600/452169_460s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u7mCyD-3RX4/TwIXrYEYFGI/AAAAAAAAATs/2Pz0IHdMBQs/s320/452169_460s.jpg" width="302" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[nu,nu are legatura, dar ma jur ca vreau chestiile astea 2 pentru mine :-?]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-7603164030932226805?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/7603164030932226805/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2012/01/la-multi-ani-scumpilor-dragilor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/7603164030932226805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/7603164030932226805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2012/01/la-multi-ani-scumpilor-dragilor.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u7mCyD-3RX4/TwIXrYEYFGI/AAAAAAAAATs/2Pz0IHdMBQs/s72-c/452169_460s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-1122255046716434038</id><published>2011-11-03T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T10:56:50.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Da.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Da,da. Stiu. Nu am mai scris de mult, asta nu pentru ca as avea alte prioritati&amp;nbsp;din&amp;nbsp;pricina carora, din moment ce sunt prioritati, sunt mult mai importante decat scrisul pe blog, am incetat sa mai scriu. Ba nu. De fapt asta e problema. Nu am mai scris pentru ca eu, eu, eu...a avut chestii mai preocupante decat scrisu`...dar faptul ca scriu nu inseamna ca nu mai am acele prioritati, inseamna ca mi-am adus aminte de blog..sau nu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am ajuns la concluzia ca blogul, pentru mine, este un loc al frustrarii, descarcarii psihologice si emotionale, fizice inca nu, nu pot sa rup blogul [si nici n-am sa-l sterg, nu ar fi chiar practic].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Continuad, de cele mai multe ori ma descarc aici, poate unii nu observa, pentru ca nu observa, altii nu vor, altii etc, cred ca-i singurul loc in care ma exprim cu adevarat asa cum vreau, si asta nu pentru ca mi-e frica sa ma exprim si-n fata persoanelor, pentru ca o fac, nu ma refer la acel gen de exprimat, ma refer la bucatica aia de adevar despre mine.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fZpaY60uQ-4/TrLVRoVxz7I/AAAAAAAAATY/ExlEkLPlsE8/s1600/296204_256818347695687_100001025719136_819047_1814823785_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fZpaY60uQ-4/TrLVRoVxz7I/AAAAAAAAATY/ExlEkLPlsE8/s320/296204_256818347695687_100001025719136_819047_1814823785_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mi s-a spus ca vorbesc mult, ca povestesc mult, ca repet ceea ce povestesc, ceea ce sustin si evident in acest mod...si cred. Mi s-a spus ca din moment ce vorbesc si vorbesc mult sunt o persoana deschisa, o persoana usor de cunoscut, o persoana...persoana, pentru ca atunci cand esti persoana [dpmd] esti simpla, comuna, tipica, cu absolut nimic special si exact ca restul, altfel am fi cu totii denumiti in alte feluri, dar nu..toti suntem oameni/persoane...si suntem capabili sa gandim, sa simtim, sa sa sa...ceea ce ma depaseste, insa, este faptul ca desi suntem asa de tipici continuam sa spunem ca suntem diferiti, nu si din punctul meu de vedere [prin asta ma introduc pe mine in mareata grupare a oilor, de ex acum cred ca-s speciala, diferita si astea..doar pentru ca poate am o parere diferita de altii], consider ca oamenii sunt toti la fel, deci chiar daca vorbesc eu mult [si prost] nu cred ca-i necesar ca fiu cunoscuta pe baza acestui fapt. Poate sunt atatd e evidenta ca nici nu am ce sa arat, nu am ce sa fie cunoscut. Dar cu toate astea, sunt eu. Iar eu e doar una, cel putin in dimensiunea asta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7kEz1bs3lvo/TrLVcqnVJpI/AAAAAAAAATg/05IYiziISVc/s1600/314988_274735455880646_100000325827427_990540_1457973251_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7kEz1bs3lvo/TrLVcqnVJpI/AAAAAAAAATg/05IYiziISVc/s320/314988_274735455880646_100000325827427_990540_1457973251_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Seara buna :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-1122255046716434038?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/1122255046716434038/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/11/da.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/1122255046716434038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/1122255046716434038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/11/da.html' title='Da.'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fZpaY60uQ-4/TrLVRoVxz7I/AAAAAAAAATY/ExlEkLPlsE8/s72-c/296204_256818347695687_100001025719136_819047_1814823785_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-128595858046988353</id><published>2011-09-28T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T10:51:19.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Futai.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lr1hfhswDQY/ToNeGW7hvgI/AAAAAAAAATQ/fm9MOo7h29I/s1600/tumblr_lrzhjjDCIg1qa29c9o1_500_large.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="193" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lr1hfhswDQY/ToNeGW7hvgI/AAAAAAAAATQ/fm9MOo7h29I/s320/tumblr_lrzhjjDCIg1qa29c9o1_500_large.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Ceea ce iubesc la scrisu` pe blog e lipsa chestiei care cenzureaza. Deci respectand spiritul turmei supreme : pula, pizda, pula, pizda, futai,...hm`...organe sexuale, testicule, penis, ne-yo, tate, sani, uger, pizdish....astea :D. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Revenind. Revenind la nimic, m-am gandit sa scriu, pentru ca nu am mai scris de muuuuuuuuuult, mult, mult, mult . in concluzie..mult. Toate persoanele care au blog fac postari asa...gen "ce cacat, n-am mai scris de o eternitate, ia sa scriu si eu un cacat de nimic". Mi-a zis cineva ca folosesc prea des cuvantu` "cacat", stiu ca-i ciudat, dar face parte din vocabularul meu fundamental, de baza si extrem de uzual. Pizza. In cacat..nu mai am idei.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Apropo de idei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;M-am hotarat, doar eu, sa fac greva, dat fiind faptul ca ai mei colegi de clasa/liceu nu au tupeu sa faca greva alaturi de mine. Pai in cacat. Cate teste dam intr-o saptamana? Si-n plus...macar daca am pleca dupa teste acasa. Dar nu, porstilor, stati in clasa si rezolvati ecuatii de gradul 2 intre orele 7-8. Si asa faceti exact pizda toata ziua, asta pentru ca aveti un program de cacat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Sunt racita. Drept urmare...rpofa de sport s-a gandit sa ma puna sa dau probele pulii. Chiar are impresia ca pot sa fug in starea asta? R : Da. DA. Cum sa nu?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Fa! Esti proasta? Sunt un ren in europa. In Romania. Bucuresti mai exact. In luna septembrie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Apropo de asta.&lt;/div&gt;De cand sunt testele predictuve asa fucking grele?!&lt;br /&gt;Trebuia sa avem adunari gen : 2+8. Sau "definiti genul epic". Sau "masa moleculara a oxigenului".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p5TjWbQRpqA/ToNeSTu1xPI/AAAAAAAAATU/8PosVa_KsDE/s1600/206356_140825312656259_100001863747706_279400_1403130_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p5TjWbQRpqA/ToNeSTu1xPI/AAAAAAAAATU/8PosVa_KsDE/s320/206356_140825312656259_100001863747706_279400_1403130_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ah`...am terminat. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-128595858046988353?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/128595858046988353/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/09/futai.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/128595858046988353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/128595858046988353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/09/futai.html' title='Futai.'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lr1hfhswDQY/ToNeGW7hvgI/AAAAAAAAATQ/fm9MOo7h29I/s72-c/tumblr_lrzhjjDCIg1qa29c9o1_500_large.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-5850536069963470172</id><published>2011-09-06T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T02:39:51.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Daaa...asta-i postarea aia despre nimic. Habar n-am despre ce as vrea sa vorbesc, pentru ca nu am niciun subiect de discutie. Amiiiin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dupa cum stiti , sper ca la fel de bine ca si mine, incepe scoala. Pentru mine e o adevarata binecuvantare. Adica, in cacat, in timpul scolii nu ai cum sa te plictisesti. Faci tot felul de cacaturi neinteresante, daaar le faci, ceea ce inseamna ca faci ceva, plictisitor, dar totusi nu stai...cum stau eu acum, de fapt nu stau, scriu pe blog. dar stau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma sperie in draci toata seria asta de schimbari...gen...care`i faza cu facebook-ul ?! Era prea simplu de folosit, sau ce? Si acum cu blogul...ma simt depasita, plus ca nu stu`. parca toate detaliile iti scapa, detaliile importante. M-am chinuit 5 minute sa aflu` unde apas ca sa incep sa scriu, gen...ce cacat !?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daaar...dar. Simt ca se apropie Craciunu`. am o stare d`aia de ..Craciun. Ma simt mai buna, sau doar am pofta de cozonac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3uLhtMCaDT8/TmXqO2znm2I/AAAAAAAAATM/rDAFw0Jb-e8/s1600/220177_460s_v1_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="276" nba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3uLhtMCaDT8/TmXqO2znm2I/AAAAAAAAATM/rDAFw0Jb-e8/s320/220177_460s_v1_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Apropo de inceputul scolii, in general sunt extrem de agitata...haine, toata, imbracaminte..astea. Anu` asta nu m-am agitat deloc si uite`ma la mai putin de o saptamana pana la inceputul scolii, cu nimic. Nu mi-am luat nimic si sunt panica. Adica mno`h, sunt panicata, dar nici nu fac nimic. Imi place starea asta de delasare, dar observ ca celor din jur nu prea le place despre mine nepasatoare. Mie imi place. Dar nu`mi place ca altora nu le place. Incerc sa scap "`" daaar nu prea imi iese. Mda...gata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-5850536069963470172?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/5850536069963470172/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/09/daaa.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/5850536069963470172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/5850536069963470172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/09/daaa.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3uLhtMCaDT8/TmXqO2znm2I/AAAAAAAAATM/rDAFw0Jb-e8/s72-c/220177_460s_v1_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-1847078761247383763</id><published>2011-09-01T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T05:47:48.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Da, a venit toamna.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; Si stiu, chiar stiu...toata lumea are impresia ca trebuie sa anunte " toamna ". Nu ca n-am stii cu totii. Deci...prin spiritul meu de turma, activ...printre altele, simt nevoia sa va anunt ca a venit toamna. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru mine faptul ca a venit toamna inseamna ca se termina un capitol al vietii. Cum e pentru altii schimbarea dintre ani, asa`i la mine cu toamna. Am senzatia ca acum totul se schimba. Ca pot sa schimb ceva, sa ma schimb pe mine. Sa-mi uit greselile si sa incerc sa le rezolv. Sau...cel putin, sa le ascund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bMbCBj-DqjE/Tl9-s0ogDYI/AAAAAAAAAS8/P_dpXbthAe4/s1600/tumblr_lqt9quMsP81qcb2v0o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bMbCBj-DqjE/Tl9-s0ogDYI/AAAAAAAAAS8/P_dpXbthAe4/s320/tumblr_lqt9quMsP81qcb2v0o1_500_large.jpg" width="320" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6f94lL6LWPQ/Tl9-vHoPybI/AAAAAAAAATA/sWI289CCEn4/s1600/1211111_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6f94lL6LWPQ/Tl9-vHoPybI/AAAAAAAAATA/sWI289CCEn4/s320/1211111_large.jpg" width="309" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PS7-C3gIsZs/Tl9-01ab2iI/AAAAAAAAATE/NfZ5YWW3Ifc/s1600/tumblr_lqdgf0yy361qgktpxo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PS7-C3gIsZs/Tl9-01ab2iI/AAAAAAAAATE/NfZ5YWW3Ifc/s320/tumblr_lqdgf0yy361qgktpxo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Deci. Bine ai venit Toamna!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-1847078761247383763?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/1847078761247383763/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/09/da-venit-toamna.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/1847078761247383763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/1847078761247383763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/09/da-venit-toamna.html' title='Da, a venit toamna.'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bMbCBj-DqjE/Tl9-s0ogDYI/AAAAAAAAAS8/P_dpXbthAe4/s72-c/tumblr_lqt9quMsP81qcb2v0o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-7137066965516495080</id><published>2011-08-25T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T05:46:42.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deccciiiii</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lMJauhJeoKg/TlZEKQJ6uPI/AAAAAAAAAS4/NausUvHncco/s1600/tumblr_lqbf1dbTlI1qar75uo1_400_large.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 396px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644774125881440498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lMJauhJeoKg/TlZEKQJ6uPI/AAAAAAAAAS4/NausUvHncco/s400/tumblr_lqbf1dbTlI1qar75uo1_400_large.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cred ca o sa sterg postare de mai jos. ma sacaie. ma enerveaza. si etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi o sa vorbesc si o sa`mi spun absolut necesara mea parere despre prietenii adevarati, care evident si mai mult ca sigur, &lt;strong&gt;nu&lt;/strong&gt; exista.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In general am auzit tot felul de aberatii pe subiectu` " Fetele nu au prietene adevarate, pentru ca sunt invidioase una pe cealalta, dar noi...baietii, avem prieteni buni" .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu. Nu-i asa, si simt nevoia constanta sa contrazic pe toata lumea, inclusiv pe mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asta nu`i o regula. Prietenii adevarati nu exista, pentru ca si deoarece toti oamenii sunt la fel de javre. Pe sistemu "am ceva care`mi plac, dar dupa un timp prietenul meu are ceva nou care`mi place...acum, pentru ca`i noi". Deci cand de ex esti cu cineva, iar acel cineva e nou, misterios etc...e clar ca`i si interesant, dar dupa cateva saptamani nu mai e asa, incepi sa`i cunosti defectele si incepi sa cauti pe cineva care pare perfect. In fineee. Paranoia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prietenii in general te vor doar pentru ei, de preferat ei sa aiba pe cineva, dar tu nu. Tu sa fii acolo sa`l sustii, sa etc. Asa sunt si eu...sunt oarecum geloasa cand un prieten se cupleaza cu cineva si nu mai are timp de mine. Dar asta nu inseamna ca ma bag ca o psihopata si incerc sa-i despart. E treaba lor. Indubital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prietenii in general sunt prefacuti, baga cacaturi de la ei, mai ales baietii "ai vazut bro cum se uita aia la mine. [iar ea evident nici nu se uita la el, chiar din contra...il considera : prost, urat mirositor, arogant si plin de el] " etc etc. Iar el evident isi crede prietenul...asta pentru ca ea nu i`a spus nimic, gandindu`se ca nu vrea sa-i strice prietenia, cu toate ca ar fi preferat sa-l stie in casa decat pe strada cu o adunatura de prefacuti. Amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dar...daca ea ii spune lui "uite, x-ulescu face aia si asa si asa si asa", iar el ca un macho ce e...tre` sa ceara explicatii si tot asa...iar prietenul lui baga imensa scuza "ne cunoastem de atatia ani, doar n-o sa ne certam pentru o pizda."...si nu se cearta cu el pentru o pizda, cu toate ca tine la ea si ea la el...si etc etc, prefera adunatura de javre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exact ca la noi, fetele. "Fata, ai vazut ce`a facut x-ulescu? mi-a pus mana pe cur [evident n-a facut-o, dar ea asa are impresia sau asa vrea sa fie] da-i papucii, nu-i bun ptr tine, nu te merita! o sa te insele cu prima catea in calduri, uite...e si zoofil" . Iar noi fetele preferam sa le credem p`alea de zic ca sunt prietenele noastre, cu toate ca-s niste curve frustrate si fac toate astea doar din invidie si tooot asa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deci prietenii adevarati nu exista, mereu exista ceva ascuns. Daca-i fata-baiat [prietenia] clar unu` are intentii ascunse. Daca-i fata-fata/ baiat-baiat clar exista invidie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deci [iar] cum o iei tot nu-i bine. Prieteniile put, iar singurele persoane in care poti avea incredere sunteti voi. [nu mereu :-"] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-7137066965516495080?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/7137066965516495080/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/08/deccciiiii.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/7137066965516495080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/7137066965516495080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/08/deccciiiii.html' title='Deccciiiii'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lMJauhJeoKg/TlZEKQJ6uPI/AAAAAAAAAS4/NausUvHncco/s72-c/tumblr_lqbf1dbTlI1qar75uo1_400_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-5874614926124778363</id><published>2011-08-13T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T02:24:00.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Virginitate!.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bpyIS-ozDL4/TkZBQkgsN3I/AAAAAAAAASw/xtiQ71nOzQ8/s1600/tumblr_ljd1j58riR1qdksxxo1_500_large.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640267336262629234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bpyIS-ozDL4/TkZBQkgsN3I/AAAAAAAAASw/xtiQ71nOzQ8/s400/tumblr_ljd1j58riR1qdksxxo1_500_large.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Vreau sa fiu virgina pana la 17 ani..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"De ce ? Cu ce te ajuta asta?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"E...un moft."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 327px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640266942896426802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FOTu9o2XCIE/TkZA5rG4TzI/AAAAAAAAASo/u9pzPSUMZlQ/s400/tumblr_lplvkhVCPG1qg3hbxo1_500_large.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cam asa a sunat o discutie ieri, de ce cacat tre` sa fi virgina pana la o anumita varsta? Oricum nu stie mai nimeni, evident...daca esti o extracurvita care se fute cu juma` din liceu...e putin probabil sa se afle. Si daca se afla?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daca se afla se poate pune problema in 2 feluri; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Se afla ca nu esti virgina, iar tu ai mancat cacat si ai tinut sus si tare ca esti virgina, chiar daca nu era as asi nimeni nu te credea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Se afla ca nu esti virgina si ca ce ai tu acolo nu mai este tocmai ceva micut, este ceva folosit, uzat si etc etc de juma de liceu, dar care-i problema? Iar aici intervine problema simtirii, nu toti o avem...mie`mi place sa cred ca ma simt , te simti prost? Te simti mandra? Te simti vorbita, folosita, barfita? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unele fac sex din placere, altele din nevoie, altele ..pentru ca asa e normal, asa fac restu oilor...si noi fiind oameni tragem la turma. Viata dulce de liceu. Sau nu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De cateva zile ma uit la un serial, iar la un moment dat personajul principal, e o ea, era pe cale sa-si piarda virginitatea...si a zis ceva foarte inteligent "azi sunt virgina, maine nu o sa mai fiu", ei bine...asta se numeste logica. Poate pare o replica..simpla si etc, dar nu`i asa. Atunci cand zici ca "gata nu mai vreaus a fiu virgina" e clar ca nu mai ai cum sa te intorci la punctu` ala la care erai, evident...nici inainte nu aveai ceva. Deci...tre` sa pierzi ceva..ca sa castigi altceva, dar de ce e asa important sa fi virgina?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Propria integritate?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Respectul de sine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gura lumii?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cu ce ajuta virginitatea intr-un final? Nu scrie in fruntea nimanui ca este sau nu, asta o sustinem singuri, iar aici ajungem la fetele care mint ca-s virgine. De ce fac asta? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. le pare rau ca au facut`o .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. realizeaza ca vor fi vorbite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. au impresia ca virginele sunt mai cautate, desi ele au fost si nu le-a pasat de asta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E mai bine virgina? Sau nu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Evident m-am gandit sa fac o mica listuta cu avantaje si dezavantaje.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E bine pentru ca :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. experimentezi lucruri noi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.simti lucruri noi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.ai altfel de relatii, relatii care se pot numi relatii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu e bine pentru ca :&lt;br /&gt;1. nu mai esti tocmai pura, iar pe unele le deranjeaza chestia asta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. se poate afla...si nu-i tocmai placut, evident...in unele grupulete este placut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. nu ai de un sa stii ca respectivu` nu are cine stie ce boala etc si te mai culegi si cu asa ceva [evident, daca nu este folosit prezervativul, iar din cate am auzit nu toti au placerea de-al folosii]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. sarcini nedorite, nimeni nu vrea o sarcina la 16-17 ani.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deci in concluzie, nu am o concluzie, virginitatea e buna si nu e buna din diverse motive, cred ca toti le au pe ale lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 401px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640266870617625186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ZIl6fWIXuc/TkZA1d2RUmI/AAAAAAAAASg/GkIAkuFnUAA/s400/2561_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-5874614926124778363?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/5874614926124778363/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/08/virginitate.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/5874614926124778363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/5874614926124778363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/08/virginitate.html' title='Virginitate!.'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bpyIS-ozDL4/TkZBQkgsN3I/AAAAAAAAASw/xtiQ71nOzQ8/s72-c/tumblr_ljd1j58riR1qdksxxo1_500_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-7855817883288274251</id><published>2011-07-14T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T12:10:09.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In cacat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LjruIi5OTNo/Th8_CIoKBeI/AAAAAAAAASY/QDLwfbOGCI0/s1600/tumblr_ln92r06M7r1qj1bipo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629287365144610274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LjruIi5OTNo/Th8_CIoKBeI/AAAAAAAAASY/QDLwfbOGCI0/s400/tumblr_ln92r06M7r1qj1bipo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;M-am saturat, da pe afara, de atata nesimtire. Bai baiatule, eu iti inteleg lipsa, varsta, hormonii, etc. dar...Baiete esti prost, iar eu nu sunt o curva&lt;br /&gt;Pe-un trotuar! .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si acestea fiind spuse orice fata isi doreste ca baiatul pe care`l place s`o vada altfel de cum este ea in realitate, iar asta se aplica si baietilor, chiar daca ei nu or sa se schimbe NICIODATA [ma pis pe "niciodata sa nu spui "niciodata" " AMIN!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ne vedem joi, ne vedeeeem joiii, sau poate nu. De ce cacat tre` sa spui mereu o data exacta, poate n-am chef in ziua aia chiar daca`n urma cu doua zile am zis ca am chef, lumea se schimba, in general in rau, dar asta e, si tu asta care zici ca x-ulescu` s`a schimbat si`l vrei inapoi, si tu te-ai schimbat, si tu ti-ai batut joc, poate-i razbunarea naturii. Repet, fix EU m-am gasit sa vorbesc despre "Schimbat", nu-i lapte`n frigider, iar banii, ciorapii si sapca ta nu-s calorifer. De cand cacat se lasa banii sau sapca pe calorifer :-?? ? De &lt;em&gt;niciodata. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vara asta nu vreau sa mai dorm acasa, si atunci ies afara, e vant si este vara, iar ceru`mi spune fugi ca eu platesc...vara asta am sa ma indragostesc, vara asta am sa ma indragostesc de tine. Nu, nu de tine :-" .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Urat. Fetesti? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Urat!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vreau sa ajung la radio, s`auda`o tara`ntreaga cine`s eu, ba nu. nu vreau . Asta ar inseamna sa nu`mi pese ca toti ma vad, ca stiu cum sunt, ca nu pot sa ma ascund si ca nu pot sa fiu doar eu, sa ma cunosc doar eu. As fi...goala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oricum, curvelor cu drag va spun sunteti triste mereu, curvele vor suferii singuratatea din zori de zi. Iar pe tine, pe tine te urasc! Nu te vreau azi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acestea fiind spuse am platit o noapte, pot sa fac orice cu tine ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-7855817883288274251?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/7855817883288274251/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/07/in-cacat.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/7855817883288274251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/7855817883288274251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/07/in-cacat.html' title='In cacat.'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LjruIi5OTNo/Th8_CIoKBeI/AAAAAAAAASY/QDLwfbOGCI0/s72-c/tumblr_ln92r06M7r1qj1bipo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-5732565705837641023</id><published>2011-07-11T01:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T12:48:40.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fetelor,nu mai vreau sa vad buci :).</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zBcd9-Yt_WY/Thq1geP3jSI/AAAAAAAAASQ/LeUzPuRTdO8/s1600/tumblr_l8fbodvGrF1qznj3eo1_1280_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628010253832916258" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zBcd9-Yt_WY/Thq1geP3jSI/AAAAAAAAASQ/LeUzPuRTdO8/s400/tumblr_l8fbodvGrF1qznj3eo1_1280_large.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 279px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Care`i faza cu pozele semi-nud pe fais buc? Adica eu inteleg lipsa persoanelor care te plac pentru ceea ce esti, dar totusiiiii .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;M-am saturat sa vad buci, sunci "plate", tate "sculate" la viata de push-up. Cred ca perioada asta ar trebui atribuita varstei de 12 ani, cand toate pipitele se vad plate sau invers si complexate si simt nevoia unor pareri pozitive legate de corpul lor, evident asta nu ajuta cu nimic, dar ele continua si uite asa apar pedofilii. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Continuand, iar cand apare persoana aia, care le zice pe fata, gen "daca nu`ti faci poza la cur nu te simti bine?", ele iau foc. Bineinteles, exista si masculi care`si pozeaza patratelele inexistente...deciiiiii. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deci in concluzie, nu vreau sa mai vad bucus, am si eu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-5732565705837641023?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/5732565705837641023/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/07/fetelornu-mai-vreau-sa-vad-buci.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/5732565705837641023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/5732565705837641023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/07/fetelornu-mai-vreau-sa-vad-buci.html' title='Fetelor,nu mai vreau sa vad buci :).'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zBcd9-Yt_WY/Thq1geP3jSI/AAAAAAAAASQ/LeUzPuRTdO8/s72-c/tumblr_l8fbodvGrF1qznj3eo1_1280_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-1636583458748138460</id><published>2011-07-10T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T03:56:21.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ei bine...</title><content type='html'>...Am observat ca tot mai multi baieti au inceput sa nege ceea ce fac cel mai des si ceea ce este, de fapt, pentru ei un hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiar ma intreb de ce? Ieri m-am uitat la un film [ Hall pass, simpatic filmu,` nu mi se pare ceva "mama, mama", dar e ok...] in care 2 barbati etc etc, mari pute-palmisti primesc un concediu de la neveste, totu` bine si frumos, pana cand realizeza ca acel "adevar" si nu prea cum ca atunci cand te casatoresti si ai parte de sex regulat incepi sa renunti la &lt;em&gt;laba, &lt;/em&gt;ei bine nu-i chiar asa, iar cand ei realizeaza asta isi dau seama ca au nevoie urgenta de&lt;em&gt; "pizda straina" &lt;/em&gt;si uite asa din barbati perfecti etc etc, devin niste pulalai slabi, bineinteles ca ei n-au curaj sa faca asta, unul dintre ei din pura intamplare reuseste sa dea niste...in fine, in cacat :, iar celalat saracu` refuza bartai ...organu` feminin in ultimul moment, de ce? Poate amintirile, poate constinta, poate respectu` de sine, poate respectul pentru nevasta`sa care era cat pe ce sa si-o puna fara pic de regret, oricum el n-ar fi aflat, pentru ca noi, in comparatie cu barbatii stim sa tinem asta doar pentru noi, in schimb barbatii fac parte din 2 categorii :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Barbatii care inseala si se afla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Barbatii care inseala si nu se afla, asta pentru ca au putinul respect sa tina pentru ei, deaoarece voi...baietii, barfiti mult mai mult decat noi, barfiti mult, prost si neadevarat. Adica...se da cu presupusu`. Gen "uite-o p`aia, hai sa ma dau la ea!" ea-l refuza, deci e curva, deci in concluzie el a futut`o, si multe altele care evident n-au avut loc, doar in imaginatia lui, iar mai nou si a prietenilor lor, dar faza dura e ca fata e virgina, iar dupa un timp se combina cu un prieten de`al raposatului, care afla ca`i virgina, dar dupa ce "afla" ea nu mai e, astfel si prietenii lui , inclusiv raposatu` afla ca e virgina, dar ce`i mai importatnt, ca a futut`o, dar nimanui nu-i pasa ca raposatu` a mintit, tuturor le pasa de faptu` ca ea nu mai e virgina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627674456771037410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PsxE3meThis/ThmEGgtgiOI/AAAAAAAAASI/1WsXXEGbhfg/s400/tumblr_ljd1j58riR1qdksxxo1_500_large.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Revenind la primu` subiect, iar laba revine`n viata baiatului care a spus ca a facut`o cu ea, pentru ca ea a aflat si i-a dat papucii, dupa ce, evident, i-a dat 10 000 de sanse inainte. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fetele e proaste, dar baietii e si mai prosti !.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-1636583458748138460?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/1636583458748138460/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/07/ei-bine.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/1636583458748138460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/1636583458748138460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/07/ei-bine.html' title='Ei bine...'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PsxE3meThis/ThmEGgtgiOI/AAAAAAAAASI/1WsXXEGbhfg/s72-c/tumblr_ljd1j58riR1qdksxxo1_500_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-8395780400825549479</id><published>2011-06-10T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T11:57:46.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abureala!.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u0AqYifwnn0/TfJpHCHov-I/AAAAAAAAASA/99wE_4Q-XNQ/s1600/246803_203462296364804_100001031050243_581121_2527536_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616667254833332194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u0AqYifwnn0/TfJpHCHov-I/AAAAAAAAASA/99wE_4Q-XNQ/s400/246803_203462296364804_100001031050243_581121_2527536_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am o super stare de confuzie. Care-i smenu`? Cine-i mai intelege pe baieti?! Eu una clar nu .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;De la un timp toata chestia cu intelesu` baietilor, relatiile perfecte, prietenia de dupa..mi se par niste subiecte de basm, gen pnm...nimic nu-i adevarat .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In general baietii incep o relatie prin rahatu` ala de "prietenie", gen : "esti prietena mea cea mai buna, imi povestesti despre tine totul..oricum nu te ascult, unicul meu scop in viata e sa te fut..iar dupa sa te las, ca de`h, ce`i prea mult strica", iar fetele termina relatia cu "prietenia" de dupa, gen : "stii...eu nu pot sa te mai vad decat ca pe un frate, nu mai merge...mai bine ramenem prieteni"; Nu, ea n-o sa ramana niciodata prietena cu el, o sa-i dea ignore si-o sa-i stearga numaru`, o sa-l barfeasca impreuna cu prietenele ei, iar el o sa aiba impresia ca ea sufera si ca nu mai intra pe mess. Evident, totu` o sa i se para mult mai clar cand o s-o sune si ea o sa zica "cine mama dracului esti si de ce ma suni?", iar el, surprins, o sa-si dea seama ca ea i-a sters numaru`, i-a dat ignore..lui si cunostintelor comune, ca ea n-a murit, ca nu sufera...si cel mai probabil se fute cu altu`, desi ea era virgina si el o astepta de cel putin juma` de an. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Viata-i plina de surprize .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-8395780400825549479?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/8395780400825549479/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/06/abureala.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/8395780400825549479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/8395780400825549479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/06/abureala.html' title='Abureala!.'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u0AqYifwnn0/TfJpHCHov-I/AAAAAAAAASA/99wE_4Q-XNQ/s72-c/246803_203462296364804_100001031050243_581121_2527536_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-8689250190030982211</id><published>2011-05-28T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T06:51:40.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deci in concluzie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;...A venit caldura si au inceput sa iasa si tinerele perechi de porumbei afara, mai rau ca viermii dupa ploaie. Pur si simplu`i urasc!. Si nu, nu mi`au facut nimic, dar e imposibil sa gasesti o banca pe care sa nu gasesti vreo 2 lingai... Si acestea fiind zice : luati`va o camera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nu ca eu n`as face asta, dar acum ...ca`s singura e normal sa fiu frustrata, cel putin imi place sa cred ca`i normal. O sa ma razbun pe ciocolata si alte dulciuri, ma mai miram c`am luat 2 kg in 2 saptamani, dar nu`i bai, cu cat e curu` mai mare cu atat mai bine, este? Indubitabil si irevocabil si irefutabil si orice alt cuvant care se termina cu "abil". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am observat ca baietii buni stau cu naspete, iar fetele bune stau cu naspeturi...gen, frate unde mama naibii v`ati gasit?! Alt motiv de frustrare. Pana o sa ma cuplez si eu cu un alt idiot...raman o frustrata!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614361811706078850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-05d9tUpanmo/Teo4UlNCZoI/AAAAAAAAARw/qe7R4750aEU/s400/tumblr_lm2m20qcXT1qhcfjco1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-8689250190030982211?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/8689250190030982211/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/05/deci-in-concluzie.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/8689250190030982211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/8689250190030982211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/05/deci-in-concluzie.html' title='Deci in concluzie'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-05d9tUpanmo/Teo4UlNCZoI/AAAAAAAAARw/qe7R4750aEU/s72-c/tumblr_lm2m20qcXT1qhcfjco1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-2431702792420360529</id><published>2011-05-25T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T12:19:26.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrisoare catre voi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FTW50NtaqUM/Td1WOX3hZyI/AAAAAAAAARk/CeAyj4sJ_5A/s1600/226725_203750663000174_100000957265108_500881_6168257_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610735515698554658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FTW50NtaqUM/Td1WOX3hZyI/AAAAAAAAARk/CeAyj4sJ_5A/s400/226725_203750663000174_100000957265108_500881_6168257_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sclavilor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In cacat, uneori nu va iesi si voie pe nas sa pupati atat in cur persoane pe care oricum nu le suportati? Nu e alta, dar eu m-am saturat sa fiu pupata-n cur. E mai mult decat un apropo sau o sugetie. Voi ce SUGErati ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am observat ca tot mai multa lumea incearca sa le intre in gratii persoanelor care au ceva mai multi neuroni, bani, prieteni ca ei sau ceva mai putine kilograme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Astazi mi s-a zis ca-s grasa, nu m-am simtit jignita, pentru ca nu ma simt. Arat mult prea bine, fara falsa modestie, daca tot sunt pupata-n cur macar sa ma conformez. Faza naspa e ca mi-a zis asta o persoana care din puntul meu de vedere [si al restului de populatie ce-o cunoaste/vede] ar trebui sa taca. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nu ma iubesc, sunt nemultumita de mine, adica..mereu gasesc ceva la mine care nu-mi place, dar asta nu inseamna ca din frustrarea mea de copil retard incep sa-i jignesc pe restu, doar pentru ca arata mai bine ca mine, pentr c-o fac mai bine ca mine, pentru ca m-au depasit. Ma accept si fara sa ii fac pe altii sa para inferiori mie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Legat de sclavi, care-i placerea in a arata ca niste animale de companie. In fiecare grup de prieteni, e o persoana sau 2 [care sunt prietene pana cand moartea le va despartii, sau primu` baiat cu pla mare] , care..evident...conduc grupu` de sclavi, oi suprema. `ai de curu` meu, uneori simt nevoia sa ma exprim, nu simt nevoia sa mi se impuna s-o fac. Deci curvo, treci si fa-mi ordine-n camera !.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-2431702792420360529?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/2431702792420360529/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/05/scrisoare-catre-voi.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/2431702792420360529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/2431702792420360529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/05/scrisoare-catre-voi.html' title='Scrisoare catre voi'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FTW50NtaqUM/Td1WOX3hZyI/AAAAAAAAARk/CeAyj4sJ_5A/s72-c/226725_203750663000174_100000957265108_500881_6168257_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-3186208457353489359</id><published>2011-05-12T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T10:56:57.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Urăsc persoanele ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607002532190902498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_eWR7DB9-7U/TdATGIn0WOI/AAAAAAAAARc/Gm7bjCDhfWU/s400/216797_178346058879160_100001113004806_397534_3582913_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...false . De ce pulă de cal nu recunoşti in căcat ca eşti proastă, curvă, ca puţi, ca inspiri futai, ca eşti...tu . Adică inteleg, adevarul e grele, dar macar nu mai incerca să pari ceea ce nu eşti. Eu una mă accept, daca ma accept pe mine pot să-i accept şi pe ceilalţi . Zic .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...inteligente . Nu că aş avea ceva cu ăştia care învaţa mai mult, ba chiar din contră...ii multumesc colegei mele Maria . Dacă n-ar fi fost ea ar fi trebui sa învăţ..ceea ce nu prea fac, doar in momente de criză..gen teze . Nu pot să-i pun inteligenţa la îndoiala . Aşea, urăsc persoanele care nu sunt inteligente, dar se cred...aş avea atâtea exemple de dat, dar totuşi..azi n-o să jignesc pe nimeni . Chiar nu .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607002459388117186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CUnVxLEgqSU/TdATB5aSAMI/AAAAAAAAARU/K_fVejjE69M/s400/197589_177328515647581_100001113004806_391004_1692510_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...perfecte . Deci chiar nu exista persoane perfecte, ăia frumoşi sunt implicit proşti, iar aia inteligenţi sunt uraţi . Evident..exista si excepţii, adică eu . Sunt persoane care au puţin din ambele, iar asta-i perfect..aproape perfect. Dacă am fi toţi perfecţi nu ar mai exista ceartă, invidie...chestii de genu'...ceear ce ar fi plictisitor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607002354830319538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jEd1_mVqdSA/TdAS7z5wn7I/AAAAAAAAARM/koFMf7RuUUQ/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...plictisitoare. Adică pula mea, unii vorbesc mult, aşa ca mine, unii vorbesc mult si prost, asa ca mine, altii vorbesc, mult, prost si fara să-i pese cuiva. Şi eu vorbesc mult, dar când văd că exagerey..termin, aberez...dar cu limită, unii nu au acest cuvânt in vocabular, n-am să dau exemple, n-ar fi etic .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...care se bagă-n seamă. E ok ca te bagi in seamă cu cineva cu care-ţi ţine, e aiurea să incerci să-ţi faci un anturaj aşa, să incerci să te implici undeva unde chiar n-ai ce cauta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...agitate. Ai o problemă. Pare că nu are soluţie, deci dacă nu are soluţie de ce căcat incerci s-o rezolvi...nu mai bine te calmezi si incerci să faci in aşa fel încât să nu mai fie aşa rau ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...nepăsătoare. În căcat, eşti corigent la 10 materii si te doare fix in cur . Totuşi, nu yice nimeni sa faci ca mine..n-o sa zic cum, dar totuţi incerci să inveţi, dar mai rau decât aştia sunt aia care imploră milă, gen...ştim cu toţii că eşti inap dar totuşi..nici măcar nu incerci să faci ceva ca sa nu mai fi aşa..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...etc, etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-3186208457353489359?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/3186208457353489359/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/05/urasc-persoanele.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/3186208457353489359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/3186208457353489359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/05/urasc-persoanele.html' title='Urăsc persoanele ...'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_eWR7DB9-7U/TdATGIn0WOI/AAAAAAAAARc/Gm7bjCDhfWU/s72-c/216797_178346058879160_100001113004806_397534_3582913_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-113408051293296194</id><published>2011-05-12T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:35:52.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Se poate spune si asa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;De ce atunci cand cineva are o relatie ratata tre` sa fie si restu relatiilor compromise. Adica..bun, poti sa fi suparat..o perioada, dar asta nu inseamna ca tre` s ate rezbuni pe restul persoanelor cu care vei fi pentru o relatie care s`a terminat urat ...daca am face toti asa am avea doar relatii de suprafata . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cel mai urat e ca fix eu m`am gasit sa vorbesc despre asta...dar o sa ma schimb, iar idiotu` ala care a spus "nu poti sa te schimbi asa..pur si simplu, tre` sa treaca ani", uite eu sunt mai rapida. De azi ma schimb. De azi fac ce vreau. Bine..nu de azi..de maine. Am nevoie de pregatire .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cel mai aiurea e cand trebuie sa renunti la tine pentru ce ti`a facut cineva, si problema e ca nu vrei..dar parca acea parte buna din tine a plecat odata cu acea persoana...ci nu prea mai ai cum s`o iei inapoi. Cred ca asta`i pactul unei relatii. Daca te atasezi ajungi ca ultimu` prost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Legat de atasat...de ce atunci cand ai o relatie tre` sa iubesti, s ate ti la acea persoana, sa te atasezi de ea/el...pentru asta exista animale de companie. Caini .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dar asta nu inseamna ca nu poti sa ai o relatie bazata pe sentimente, sinceritate, iubire si alte cacaturi de genu`. Cred ca inainte de astea tre` sa existe incredere, altel...ajungi ca restu` prostilor sentimentali. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cred ca m`am contrazis si iar, si iar in postarea asta..in fine, fetele sunt complicate :D .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In concluzie fostii put.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 401px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605726171726155682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-ENbLrpS6o/TcuKQLXZD6I/AAAAAAAAARE/EufDaYyDkRg/s400/tumblr_l4mnjmT6cP1qb492fo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-113408051293296194?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/113408051293296194/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/05/se-poate-spune-si-asa.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/113408051293296194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/113408051293296194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/05/se-poate-spune-si-asa.html' title='Se poate spune si asa.'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-ENbLrpS6o/TcuKQLXZD6I/AAAAAAAAARE/EufDaYyDkRg/s72-c/tumblr_l4mnjmT6cP1qb492fo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-233400935715889452</id><published>2011-05-09T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T11:16:59.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-40fN4UP3Qzc/TcgvbOSGP6I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/2HxJSfWsryY/s1600/tumblr_lked5zixzp1qbandbo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604781880999559074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-40fN4UP3Qzc/TcgvbOSGP6I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/2HxJSfWsryY/s400/tumblr_lked5zixzp1qbandbo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Cum scap de frustrari ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;complexe, preconceptii, idiotisme, ganduri rele, pesimism, incredere ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum cacat sa ma schimb? Chiar imi doresc asta, vreau sa ma schimb...vreau sa fiu aia care nu vorbeste cu nimeni, vreau sa fiu aia care are incredere`n ea si nu`i pasa de restu`, vreaus a fiu aia care are note peste 7, vreau sa fiu ce`am fost .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi s`a zis in ultimu` timp ca m`am foarte schimbat, nu zic ca nu`i asa..pentru ca pentru prima data`n viata am crezut ce mi s`a zis si am zis in sinea mea : Da ba, asa e! Prostu` asta chiar are dreptate, dar daca el e prost si stie ceea ce art trebui sa stiu eu..atunci eu cum mai sunt ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum cacat scap de frustrari ? De ce plm traiesc in trecut? De ce depinde de altii ca sa fiu fericita? De ce nu pot mai mult? Cand am renuntat sa fiu eu ? Cand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa cred ca eu sunt aia care fute viata, nu ea pe mine...NU !. Nu vreau sa cred ca sunt mai prejos decat altii...chiar nu vreau, dar poate incapatanarea unora`mi arata cat sunt ei mai buni fara de mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma simt frustrata, pentru ca nu mai sunt cum credeam odata ca sunt !.&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/7433250438752225743-233400935715889452?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/233400935715889452/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/05/cum-scap-de-frustrari-complexe.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/233400935715889452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/233400935715889452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/05/cum-scap-de-frustrari-complexe.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-40fN4UP3Qzc/TcgvbOSGP6I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/2HxJSfWsryY/s72-c/tumblr_lked5zixzp1qbandbo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-1226156584151328954</id><published>2011-05-07T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T04:36:04.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De fiecare data tu ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VZ6RAHBQWFs/TcUtrembWgI/AAAAAAAAAQc/_wY5uh0Hz_M/s1600/tumblr_lkmtezPQ821qa54clo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 128px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603935536304314882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VZ6RAHBQWFs/TcUtrembWgI/AAAAAAAAAQc/_wY5uh0Hz_M/s200/tumblr_lkmtezPQ821qa54clo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...intelegi ceea ce vrei sa intelegi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...faci doar ceea ce vrei sa faci.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...minti, doar cand e impotriva adevarului meu .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Incapatanare!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;La dracu` cu ea de incapatanare. Impuls. Cred ca atunc cand faci o&lt;em&gt; greseala&lt;/em&gt; de cele mai multe ori este o &lt;em&gt;greseala&lt;/em&gt; facuta &lt;em&gt;gresit&lt;/em&gt;, asa sunt&lt;em&gt; greselile&lt;/em&gt;...facuta fara sa vrei, altfel n`ar mai fi &lt;em&gt;greseli.&lt;/em&gt; Sau ar fi ? Nu, atunci ar fi...ar fi ce? Lucruri rele ? Da. Lucruri rele . Pai atunci de ce &lt;em&gt;greselile&lt;/em&gt; sunt atat de certate, invinovatite, pedepsite? De ce? Doar n`a fost cu vointa ? Oricum nu ai cum sa le indrepti . Doar sunt &lt;em&gt;greseli&lt;/em&gt;. Te`ai incapatanat sa crezi ca`i o &lt;em&gt;greseala&lt;/em&gt; intentionata. Dar nu exista &lt;em&gt;greseala&lt;/em&gt; intentionata. Exista doar tu si eu ...iar &lt;em&gt;greselile&lt;/em&gt; noastre sunt doar ...trecut .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603935906072790946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g3O7uFb0l7w/TcUuBAGGh6I/AAAAAAAAAQk/aPnXvM79-FM/s400/tumblr_lixkasIvMT1qaobbko1_400_large.jpg" /&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/7433250438752225743-1226156584151328954?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/1226156584151328954/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/05/de-fiecare-data-tu.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/1226156584151328954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/1226156584151328954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/05/de-fiecare-data-tu.html' title='De fiecare data tu ...'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VZ6RAHBQWFs/TcUtrembWgI/AAAAAAAAAQc/_wY5uh0Hz_M/s72-c/tumblr_lkmtezPQ821qa54clo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-1702763760203946172</id><published>2011-05-06T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T10:30:10.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ne place, place, place!.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fd2wzvETOsc/TcQvzS6UDnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Uk9Fy9eh4x8/s1600/tumblr_lk7lwoo5Ko1qhp3deo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603656394651995762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fd2wzvETOsc/TcQvzS6UDnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Uk9Fy9eh4x8/s320/tumblr_lk7lwoo5Ko1qhp3deo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Da, va place...o sa ma abtin ce [pla] va place . Habar n`am de ce pula mea abreviez organe. Tu n`ai ?! N`ai. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am observat ca`n ultimu timp scriu decat atunci cand am o faza aiurea sau mult prea buna. Acu` realizez ca fiecare om are langa o persoana de tot cacatu`, adica plm...fiecare om are o parte rea, doar ca unii o arata mult prea mult.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ex ? Curvele . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603656464571418866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HDR0yxwoXrU/TcQv3XYZyPI/AAAAAAAAAQU/imJBEk5iXcU/s320/225265_1999470991983_1399780521_2313071_4952574_n_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Curvele reprezinta pentru mine ...ceva gen politica. Daca nu poti s`o futi tu pe ea te fute ea pe tine, si nu, nu`i o partenera prea buna . Nu ca as avea ceva impotriva curvelor, cel putin atata timp cat nu`si arata fata de SuperSlut..e totu` perfect, adica na..toate fetele sunt curve, doar ca unele tin partea aia mai ascunsa . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Majoritatea oamenilor au inteles ca atunci cand ai o persoana de genu`n viata lor tre` sa le calci in picioare, sa treci peste ele si sa le arati ca tu in relatia asta esti CURVA. Esti ala care conduce, iar persoana care te enerveaza e un rahat si tre` sa faci sa`i arati si lui/ei asta. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;De maine eu o sa fiu curva aici . :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7433250438752225743-1702763760203946172?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/1702763760203946172/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/05/ne-place-place-place.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/1702763760203946172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/1702763760203946172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/05/ne-place-place-place.html' title='Ne place, place, place!.'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fd2wzvETOsc/TcQvzS6UDnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Uk9Fy9eh4x8/s72-c/tumblr_lk7lwoo5Ko1qhp3deo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-1928312599463771217</id><published>2011-05-05T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T11:04:03.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hei, curvo !.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1MQnYDqnh2I/TcLmXXPA6hI/AAAAAAAAAQE/J-DNu9Jgtu0/s1600/tumblr_lgxuc9duqg1qa4ltvo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603294175450688018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1MQnYDqnh2I/TcLmXXPA6hI/AAAAAAAAAQE/J-DNu9Jgtu0/s320/tumblr_lgxuc9duqg1qa4ltvo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nu, nu`mi retrag cuvantu` "curva" si nu, nu`mi parere rau si da..ma doare`n cur, absolut in cur, de absolut toata lumea care are ceva de comentat. Pur si simplu nu ma fute grija de absolut nimeni. Am hotarat sa ma pis pe toti retardatii care spun ceva acu ai peste 2 zile uita, chiar nu`mi pasa. Urasc oamenii care sunt falsi, care fac lucruri si se cred nevinovati.&lt;br /&gt;Va urasc curvelor. Mai ales pe tine, da..pe tine. Te urasc pentru ceea ce esti, te urasc pentru ceea ce arati ca esti...in savoarea ta o curva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cand zic "curva" nu ma refer la sensu` de munca cinstita si onorabila, platita . Ma refer la curvele alea de prietene care sustin ca`ti sunt prietene. Absolut toate fetele au o prietena care`i curva. E in natura ei de curva sa fie curva. Curvo !.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603293982721634162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6cpASfBDMOs/TcLmMJQ073I/AAAAAAAAAP8/jSm55x83F78/s320/1304467161154_f_large.jpg" /&gt;Ai observat vreodata ca ai o prietena care`i extraordinar de falsa, profitoare, inapta, care pare proasta insa`i cu mult mai desteapta decat tine. Cand zic "destept" ma refer la persoana care stie ce vrea si face acel lucru, nu ma refer la persoana "inteligenta" care`i in stare sa acumuleze o informatie pe care mai tarziu s`o prelucreze. Curvele sunt doar destepte, inteligente...niciodata. Put de proaste !. Sunt proaste pentru ca nu se respecta pe sine si nu realizeaza ca`s curve, nici daca le bagi in ochi o foaie pe care scrie mare "CURVOOOO!!!" .&lt;br /&gt;Deci in concluzie sunt si nesimtite. Iti cer lucruri, iar si iar, iar, iar,&lt;br /&gt;iar, iar, iar,iar, iar, iar,iar, iar, iar,iar, iar, iar,iar, iar, iar,iar, iar, iar,iar, iar, iar,si iar..si tu nu poti sa refuzi..pentru ca`i prietena ta si nu`i poti face asta, dar ea ti`o face . &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/7433250438752225743-1928312599463771217?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/1928312599463771217/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/05/hei-curvo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/1928312599463771217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/1928312599463771217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/05/hei-curvo.html' title='Hei, curvo !.'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1MQnYDqnh2I/TcLmXXPA6hI/AAAAAAAAAQE/J-DNu9Jgtu0/s72-c/tumblr_lgxuc9duqg1qa4ltvo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-2063247313120320740</id><published>2011-04-20T01:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T02:00:02.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paşte fericit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-keQBH7_DBZA/Ta6f9MI0f_I/AAAAAAAAAPc/eOLAuJbqG8U/s1600/tumblr_ljsx3yMy8a1qf7ikto1_500_large.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-keQBH7_DBZA/Ta6f9MI0f_I/AAAAAAAAAPc/eOLAuJbqG8U/s400/tumblr_ljsx3yMy8a1qf7ikto1_500_large.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597587260447162354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paşte fericit tuturor ! Iepuraşul sa vă aduca absolut tot ceea ce va doriti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EcM8JU1RVNY/Ta6gDQxFfII/AAAAAAAAAPk/lyaKjzY_9eQ/s1600/nPJvqOMLozxSVZg7TRuK.0_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EcM8JU1RVNY/Ta6gDQxFfII/AAAAAAAAAPk/lyaKjzY_9eQ/s400/nPJvqOMLozxSVZg7TRuK.0_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597587364769004674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   iepuriiiiiiiiiii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5boA1K1qao4/Ta6gXpxv_PI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ihiL0s0dcpE/s1600/12816917321693_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5boA1K1qao4/Ta6gXpxv_PI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ihiL0s0dcpE/s320/12816917321693_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597587715080060146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PVe-gqPcLC8/Ta6ggaqsHjI/AAAAAAAAAP0/yY0r9msm15Y/s1600/dsc_0777_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PVe-gqPcLC8/Ta6ggaqsHjI/AAAAAAAAAP0/yY0r9msm15Y/s320/dsc_0777_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597587865642737202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-2063247313120320740?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/2063247313120320740/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/04/paste-fericit.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/2063247313120320740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/2063247313120320740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/04/paste-fericit.html' title='Paşte fericit'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-keQBH7_DBZA/Ta6f9MI0f_I/AAAAAAAAAPc/eOLAuJbqG8U/s72-c/tumblr_ljsx3yMy8a1qf7ikto1_500_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-2949517250127249703</id><published>2011-04-17T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T02:01:17.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uitam.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1HcsQ773O0A/TaqsR2PfWzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/o8rtcIdHWgU/s1600/happy%252Cbrilliant%252Chaha%252Cquotes%252Cwords%252Crainbows-ed00e362158f26a0d67b8748d861821b_h_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1HcsQ773O0A/TaqsR2PfWzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/o8rtcIdHWgU/s320/happy%252Cbrilliant%252Chaha%252Cquotes%252Cwords%252Crainbows-ed00e362158f26a0d67b8748d861821b_h_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596474909579500338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Mi`am dat cu mana pe la ochi, dar am uitat ca ma machiasem.&lt;br /&gt;Toti uitam, unii uitam lucruri importante, altii uitam de cotidianul zilnic.&lt;br /&gt;Unii uita sa`si sune mamele de ziua lor, altii uita sa`si cumpere un caiet nou. Unii uita cat tin la cineva, altii uita ce reprezinta ei pentru cineva. Uitam, pentru ca asa suntem, uitam ca poate avem un scop, iar scopul il uitam, refuzam sa fim cineva, preferam sa ne pacalim si sa devenim persoanele din jur, dar viata`i mult prea scurta pentru a trai viata altcuiva .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-2949517250127249703?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/2949517250127249703/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/04/uitam.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/2949517250127249703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/2949517250127249703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/04/uitam.html' title='Uitam.'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1HcsQ773O0A/TaqsR2PfWzI/AAAAAAAAAPU/o8rtcIdHWgU/s72-c/happy%252Cbrilliant%252Chaha%252Cquotes%252Cwords%252Crainbows-ed00e362158f26a0d67b8748d861821b_h_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-6378594459858911922</id><published>2011-04-11T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T11:41:03.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diverse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-82SkUH88VQA/TaNLNuSz7BI/AAAAAAAAAPM/HWv588dEH9w/s1600/tumblr_li7ogmqZ0d1qhhdqno1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594397861261601810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-82SkUH88VQA/TaNLNuSz7BI/AAAAAAAAAPM/HWv588dEH9w/s320/tumblr_li7ogmqZ0d1qhhdqno1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;^Trufă. Şx: adi ? ^Trufă. Şx: tie ti se pare ca am o viata imprastiata ? Viorel .: ti-ai gasit pe cin sa-ntrebi Viorel .: nu ma simt in masura sa raspund ^Trufă. Şx: ok..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Da, nici eu nu stiu stiu daca am o viata imprastiata, nu ma simt in masura sa`mi raspund . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unele persoane stiu ce au, eu nu am nimic .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De ce atunci cand am vreau sa arunc acel lucru, iar cand nu`l mai am il vreau..asa se intampla mereu, dar cel putin stiu ca nu regret asta, chiar nu regret!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unele persoane regreta ceea ce fac, eu nu fac asta, pentru ca atunci cand iau o decizie stiu de ce`o iau .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regretele creaza frustrari, la fel ca jocurile sau laba...te inchid in tine si te fac sa sa ramai o persoana incuiata .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594397482679268082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m66hQncHsUk/TaNK3r9v8vI/AAAAAAAAAPE/DP694MXLG2Y/s320/tumblr_lias92ieCf1qzq5j3o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Consider ca eu sunt o persoana deschisa, sper ca sunt..altfel as regreta ca sunt si as fi o frustrata . Sunt fristrata, dar prefer sa spun ca nu`s . Ca fiecare .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uneori imi place primavara, e cald..oarecum, e soare...sunt flori, ceru`i albastru..etc etc, siroposenii . Mie`mi plac florile, mai ales alea care put, imi plac pentru ca arata cum poate renaste un lucru din nimic . Ca oamenii, asa`s si florile, dupa o perioada grea reinvie .Cum sunt florile dupa iarna, daca as citi asta as avea o voce de copil prost, pentru ca de la un timp ma sentimentalizez extrem de repede, nu pot sa ma inteleg. Nu mai plangeti in fata mea, o sa plang si eu .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sentimentele reprezinta, cel putin din punctul meu de vedere, faptul ca suntem prosti, inapti si incapabili sa ne stapanim . Atunci cand plangem prea multe sentimente, frustrari, etc etc dau p`afara...mai ales atunci cand plangi fara motiv si te intreaba cineva "De ce plangi?" si razand "Nu stiu.." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu, te cautam odata, dar nu ma vedeai, si ma intristaaai, azi am incercat sa`ti spun ca nu mai am cuuum sa merg pe`acel druum . Melodie fara sens...ma face sa bocesc, plang fara motiv...toti fac asta, daca`i in particular e bine, daca o faci de fata cu toti e penibil .Multe chestii`s penibile, eu sunt prea serioasa ca sa fiu penibila, iar atunci cand nu`s serioasa sunt ori perversa ori proasta, n`am timp sa fiu penibila . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7433250438752225743-6378594459858911922?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/6378594459858911922/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/04/diverse.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/6378594459858911922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/6378594459858911922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/04/diverse.html' title='Diverse'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-82SkUH88VQA/TaNLNuSz7BI/AAAAAAAAAPM/HWv588dEH9w/s72-c/tumblr_li7ogmqZ0d1qhhdqno1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-4675378324855573031</id><published>2011-04-09T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T10:48:40.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uneori ma simt proasta, sunt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dtLSUDd7OAQ/TaCb65Hh65I/AAAAAAAAAO8/bxVVK5vPODU/s1600/tumblr_lj5gyewubz1qc5ahro1_500_large_141594848_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593642173261278098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dtLSUDd7OAQ/TaCb65Hh65I/AAAAAAAAAO8/bxVVK5vPODU/s400/tumblr_lj5gyewubz1qc5ahro1_500_large_141594848_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu, nu`i experienta mea, nu`i vorba despre mine..nu ma regasesc in povestea asta, pur si simplu ma simt frustrata de persoanele care nu pot sa zica "in puta mea, lasa`ma in pace, m`am saturat de tine! nu ti`am cerut o parerea, nu mai comenta despre inteligenta/aspectul meu fizic/comprotamentul meu. Nu esti mama, nu esti tata, prieten cu mine si nici nu ne`o punem ca sa`ti pese de cum arat! da`te`n rahat de bou infect!" . Ok, nu zic nu, nu zic ca atunci cand incerci sa fi calm e ceva rau, zic doar ca atunci cand devi mult mult prea calm si accepti orice si esti luat de prost...chiar esti un prost .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cele 2 categorii :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Iubitii prosti, aia chiar permit prea multe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ex1 : Prietenul meu si`a pus`o cu verisoara/sora/prietena mea. Era beat. Il iert . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ba proasto, femeile sunt facute ca sa indure? sa fie la cratita ?! Imi faci rasa de rusine, si pe mine si pe ma`ta si pe bunica`ta si toate femeile din lumea asta!!! Da`i papuci si da`l dracu` de futacios infect. Ok, m`am enervat putin 8- .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ex1 : Iubitu vreau niste cercei..stii, n`am bani..mama nu`mi da, poti sa mi cumperi tu :-s ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Retardare pe fata, esti proasta tu ca esti o cersetoare, o curva, o interesata si o infecta + saracie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ex3 : Iesim afara? R: ah` mi`e rau, mi`a fatat pisica pe care n`o am, sunt bolnava, nu ma lasa mama, am o stare aiurea, simt ca lesin daca ma ridic! E ok daca se intampla asta o data, dar daca se repeta si se repeta, repeta iar, inca odata si tot asa e deja suspecta treaba, mai ales daca tu esti suficient de molau si milog ca sa te rogi sa iasa afara si ea sa iasa in scarba, pentru ca in esenta ei i s`a acrit de tine si vrea sa`si bage ce n`are`n toata relatia voastra, chiar vrea...dar nu poate .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Prostii din nastere .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ex1 : FAAAA! Esti urata! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu pot sa ma aranjez, sa slabesc, sa ma imbrac mai bine, tu esti prost! ce poti face? Asa ca lasa`ma in cacat in pace, arat cum vreau si cum imi place. Hai sictir! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ex2 : Eu sunt sentimentala, eu nu suport sa se tipe la mine, nu pot sa suport stresul, lesin in ratb si plang daca iau 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daca iau 7 dau petrece! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daca tipa cineva la mine tip si eu la el!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daca sunt in stres ma simt in lumea mea! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daca`s sentimentala..sunt beata. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daca`s in ratb deschid geamurile si lesin din cauza mirosului, taxi!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-4675378324855573031?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/4675378324855573031/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/04/uneori-ma-simt-proasta-sunt.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/4675378324855573031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/4675378324855573031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/04/uneori-ma-simt-proasta-sunt.html' title='Uneori ma simt proasta, sunt!'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dtLSUDd7OAQ/TaCb65Hh65I/AAAAAAAAAO8/bxVVK5vPODU/s72-c/tumblr_lj5gyewubz1qc5ahro1_500_large_141594848_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-7046529100953659544</id><published>2011-03-27T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T04:05:31.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-An1Ch4DFvAQ/TY8ZqTbWFtI/AAAAAAAAAO0/zHV9zFQengU/s1600/tumblr_lhp79xEofS1qfpcnio1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588713877150242514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-An1Ch4DFvAQ/TY8ZqTbWFtI/AAAAAAAAAO0/zHV9zFQengU/s400/tumblr_lhp79xEofS1qfpcnio1_400_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Doar ceva. Niciodata nu m`am gandit la un singur lucru, e frustrat..pentru ca atunci cand te gandesti la ceva apar multe alte idei si totu` se schimba, planul dispare..atunci cand incerci sa ti minte ceva dar in 10 minute uiti, pentru ca te`ai agndit la altceva, altceva de care uiti la fel de repede .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Atunci cand uiti ceva e foarte semnificativ, pentru ca iti arata ca orice...oricat de important ar parea acum pentru tine, tot vei uita, pentru ca altceva va aparea in viata ta .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Unele chestii se uita mai greu, sau cel putin te incapatanezi sa nu vrei sa uiti, dar tot uiti...dispare, orice dispare, cat de important, al tau, al lor, ar fi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-7046529100953659544?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/7046529100953659544/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/03/doar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/7046529100953659544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/7046529100953659544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/03/doar.html' title='Doar'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-An1Ch4DFvAQ/TY8ZqTbWFtI/AAAAAAAAAO0/zHV9zFQengU/s72-c/tumblr_lhp79xEofS1qfpcnio1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-455674942524635475</id><published>2011-03-20T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T06:00:53.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minciuni.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IkcyqnD-57g/TYX5-oow31I/AAAAAAAAAOs/biH4yc7UqZU/s1600/tumblr_lgmt5yA09k1qb2hv5o1_400_large.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586145767278567250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IkcyqnD-57g/TYX5-oow31I/AAAAAAAAAOs/biH4yc7UqZU/s400/tumblr_lgmt5yA09k1qb2hv5o1_400_large.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A mintit . Mintea. Te mintea. Tu`l credeai, pentru ca ..desi spunea`i ca n`ai incredere in el, toata speranta si increderea ta erau ale lui. I le`ai dat in momentul in care te`a mintit prima data. Te`a mintit spunandu`ti ca te..&lt;em&gt;iubeste .&lt;/em&gt; Nu era asa grav, era o simpla minciuna, si tu ai mintit, l`ai mintit, dar nu l`ai mintit in legatura cu iubirea ta. El stia asta ? nu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se mintea pe sine, poate el chiar credea ca te iubeste, acum te minti...singura . Dar iti place, iti place sa crezi ca el era totul pentru tine si tu erai totul pentru el, o perioada, o peroada neinsemnata pentru altii, o perioada de neuitat pentru tine .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ma, acu` sincer...de cand a devenit blogu` meu loc de bocit ? Habar n`am, probabil de atunci de cand am inceput sa scriu despre sentimentele altora, despre ale mele, despre tot ce aud, mi se spune si vad in fiecare zi . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deci, in zile majoritatea zilelor trecute mi s`a spus ca postari au..sau nu, legatura cu mine, au legatura cu mine pentru ca eu le simt, eu le concep..eu le scriu, dar nu eu am patit tot ce scriu, sunt doar chestii pe care la visez noaptea si le scriu aici . Mai mult sau mai putin .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-455674942524635475?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/455674942524635475/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/03/minciuni.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/455674942524635475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/455674942524635475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/03/minciuni.html' title='Minciuni.'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IkcyqnD-57g/TYX5-oow31I/AAAAAAAAAOs/biH4yc7UqZU/s72-c/tumblr_lgmt5yA09k1qb2hv5o1_400_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-7328929972324589363</id><published>2011-03-19T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T13:47:35.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EdLR8-GBZhs/TYUWAgIII7I/AAAAAAAAAOk/9Wzk_PWGhJU/s1600/4816977970_739d4fb83e_z_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585895110702801842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EdLR8-GBZhs/TYUWAgIII7I/AAAAAAAAAOk/9Wzk_PWGhJU/s400/4816977970_739d4fb83e_z_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Azi am hotarat ca`mi voi strange parul, imi voi prinde bretonul si`mi voi da cu rujul rosu..pe care nu`l am, dar mama sigur are unul . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Asa`i si cu baietii, cand nu ai unul sigur are cineva unul, unul pe care sa`l imprumuti si tu. Dar nu totul e de imprumutat, odata ce l`ai imprumutat n`o sa`l mai dai inapoi, pentru ca acum e doar al tau. E al tau...stii asta, dar nu crezi, refuzi sa crezi ca poti avea ceva atat de..perfect. Pentru ca el e perfect, perfect pentru tine. L`ai imprumutat, l`ai lut pentru ca stii ca tu il vei folosii mai bine decat ea, mai bine decat oricine altcineva, pentru ca el e perfect pentru tine si tu esti perfecta pentru el. Asta`ti place sa crezi. El crede asta? Esti perfecta, azi, maine, esti perfecta in orice moment, cand dormi, cand vorbesti, cand il certi, cand esti cu el si restul lumii, cand il iubesti pentru ca`i perfectiune, idealul, speranta, dorinta ta..orice, doar e al tau! Este al tau pana ce iti va fi imprumutat...iar mai tarziu luat .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dorinta ta de perfectiune, este cu totul asta acum, este dorinta de al lua inapoi, de`al recupera, pentru ca e tot al tau...sau nu mai e? A fost imprumutat, folosit, aruncat. La fel cum ai fost si tu .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-7328929972324589363?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/7328929972324589363/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/03/azi-am-hotarat-cami-voi-strange-parul.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/7328929972324589363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/7328929972324589363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/03/azi-am-hotarat-cami-voi-strange-parul.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EdLR8-GBZhs/TYUWAgIII7I/AAAAAAAAAOk/9Wzk_PWGhJU/s72-c/4816977970_739d4fb83e_z_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-3091192118616077808</id><published>2011-03-19T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T12:02:36.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A plecat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;..si n`a mai venit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585867518215449490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pvkDXa0xumY/TYT86aGf65I/AAAAAAAAAOc/qUIPqTsbWkM/s400/tumblr_li9u193fO71qbpwzeo1_500_large.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nu stiu cine a plecat, dar in fiecare zi realizam ca o parte din noi dispare/apare...sentimente, amintiri, idei, relatii, cuvinte, sperante, iubiri...ganduri bune/rele...totul dispare sau apare mai repede decat te`ai astepta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Asa a plecat si el, exact cand ea nu se astepta, intr`o zi de toamna, inceput de toamna, pentru ea era dragostea ei de`o vara, pentru el era distractia lui de`o vara . Trist . Dar aveau in comun un lucru : sentimente . Ambii pastrau sentimente unu` pentru celalalt, pentru ea in fiecare zi erau mai patrunzatoare, mai ample, mai puternice, mai vizibile..pentru el cu fiecare zi, fiecare dos, fiecare zambet aruncat pe strada din partea unei necunoscute apareau ca trecereai ei in umbra, nu`i pasa . Chiar nu`i pasa, nici de ea, nici de sentimentele ei . De ce ea era cea care suferea ? De ce ? Nu merita asta, dar timpul a trecut peste ea, peste sentimentele ei ce pareau fara margini, peste tot ce era umbra lui . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anii au trecut si peste el, alte fete, alte sperante, alte amintiri, sentimente, idealuri aruncate. Parasite . Disparute . Uitate. Asa era si el, ca un obiect folosit, uzat...ajunsese uitat, acum tanjea dupa ceea ce avea, tanjea dupa ea, dupa amintirea ei, iar ea...ea il uitase .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Noi fetele, suntem asa : Avem o relatie, iubim, suntem parasite, suferim, uitam, mergem mai departe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iar baietii : au relatii, iubesc, parasesc, nu sufera, uita, nu merg mai departe, exact atunci cand au impresia ca nu exista nimeni pentru ei apare imaginea ei, ea ce a fost pentru el..idealul pierdut .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A iubit si a uitat .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 326px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585867384123184450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m92HQdeUNMA/TYT8ymkaVUI/AAAAAAAAAOU/rTFb1OtYWtA/s400/tumblr_liaufwpFey1qi5z5fo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A iubit si a pierdut .&lt;/em&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/7433250438752225743-3091192118616077808?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/3091192118616077808/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/03/plecat.html#comment-form' title='14 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/3091192118616077808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/3091192118616077808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/03/plecat.html' title='A plecat...'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pvkDXa0xumY/TYT86aGf65I/AAAAAAAAAOc/qUIPqTsbWkM/s72-c/tumblr_li9u193fO71qbpwzeo1_500_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-8686396920881383168</id><published>2011-03-18T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T06:57:20.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Raman la ideea mea ca nimeni nu te poate face mai deneficita decat te faci singura . In toata joaca de`a iubita..ajungi sa fi o curva slab conturata .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Relatii ajung la momentul : plictiseala, iar atunci..cel putin unul dintre cel doi ajunge sa insele. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inselatul .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614363145410876594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-54SVqOcs6sw/Teo5iNpClLI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Xq9HBQ6ykTM/s400/tumblr_lm1senVdnG1qiuwlqo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pentru mine nu-i un obicei, e un sentiment, e o dorinta...si nu condamn pe nimeni care inseala, pentru ca atunci cand inseli e clar ca persoana de langa tine nu-ti ofera ceea ce ai nevoie. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nimeni nu apartine nimanui, iar prin inselat, deci, nu pacalesti/minti pe nimeni. E doar o dorinta si ajunge sa fie o satisfactie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-8686396920881383168?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/8686396920881383168/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/03/raman-la-ideea-mea-ca-nimeni-nu-te.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/8686396920881383168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/8686396920881383168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/03/raman-la-ideea-mea-ca-nimeni-nu-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-54SVqOcs6sw/Teo5iNpClLI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Xq9HBQ6ykTM/s72-c/tumblr_lm1senVdnG1qiuwlqo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-8867344847921315830</id><published>2011-03-17T09:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T09:35:34.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce`i mai rau decat inselatu`?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9rq-c3muiNs/TYI3BuRqfTI/AAAAAAAAAOM/EAq8MFbUmMM/s1600/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585086990634351922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9rq-c3muiNs/TYI3BuRqfTI/AAAAAAAAAOM/EAq8MFbUmMM/s400/untitled1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sa afli ca ai fost inselata dupa ce relatia s`a sfarsit..pentru ca, in cacat, nu mai poti face nimic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ce poti face atunci ? Nimic. Nimic, pentru ca deja nu mai e treaba ta, adica e, dar nu se...doar tie ti se pare ca e, in realitate nu mai e, el are deja o relatie..tu nu, el nici nu mai stie de existenta ta, tu plangi mereu, el rade pe seama ta...tipic noua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ce se intampla cand treci pe unde..si`ti aduci aminte de el ? Sa fi sigura ca el nu face asta...pentru ca el nici nu stie cine esti..chiar daca ati petrecut o perioada impreuna, el te insela, catea ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cand te inseala si maie sti cu el..ai toate motivele din lume sa faci ca o curva ce esti...sa il inseli si tu si dupa sa`i arunci asta in ochi si dupa sa`i zici calm dupa un sarut simpatic "habar n`ai ce`ai pierdut" si pleci incet si in ultimu` moment "BOULEEEE!" si pleci nervoasa, pentru ca esti nervoasa, chiar daca nu vrei sa arati..se vede dupa mersul tau..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cel mai rau e atunci cand el stie ca suferi, e asa...ca un cutit in inima..ce zic eu cutit..topor! si te doare..te roade prin interiori..sinti un gol in stomac cand stii ca el stie ca`ti pasa de el...si nu`i pasa, chiar nu . NU ..la dracu` &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uneori, noi fetele...suntem penibile..ma roooog, mai mereu suntem, pentru simplul fapt ca vrem sa aratam ce simtim, dar nici sa aratam ca vrem sa aratam asta..complicat, dar nu prea. Si cand faci asta, arati ca o frustrata penibila..chiar aratam asa...Dupa fiecare despartire asteptam alea 2 saptamani de implorare continua "hai sa fim impreuna, dar te iubesc, te iubesc enorm, iubita..te ador!!!!" si tu ramai ferma pe pozitii si`n sinea ta "vai ce draguuuut :"&gt;:"&gt;"..si dupa astea 2 saptamani el se combina cu alta si tu ramai cu buza asa : :o3 .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-8867344847921315830?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/8867344847921315830/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/03/cei-mai-rau-decat-inselatu.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/8867344847921315830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/8867344847921315830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/03/cei-mai-rau-decat-inselatu.html' title='Ce`i mai rau decat inselatu`?'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9rq-c3muiNs/TYI3BuRqfTI/AAAAAAAAAOM/EAq8MFbUmMM/s72-c/untitled1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-9219438182661313885</id><published>2011-03-12T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T08:46:19.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relatii .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Atunci cand totul devine din ce in ce mai rau, atunci cand toti parca intervin intre voi, atunci cand vezi in el orice alta persoana obisnuita, atunci cand il vezi on si nu ai niciun chef sa`l bagi in seama, atunci cand iti spune ca te iubeste, iar tu ramai rece ca si cand ti`ar fi zis..orice, atunci e momentul sa`i zici ca totul s`a sfarsit .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v7hylGV6-CA/TXuhy2qBmNI/AAAAAAAAANI/rWFtW3FFryE/s1600/tumblr_le8rrx2A8G1qz4yvto1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 263px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583234058093172946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v7hylGV6-CA/TXuhy2qBmNI/AAAAAAAAANI/rWFtW3FFryE/s400/tumblr_le8rrx2A8G1qz4yvto1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De ce atunci cand incerci sa uiti tot ce tine de el, de trecut, de momente, de locuri, de amintire, de priviri, graseli...totul pare mult mai conturat, mai clar, atunci cand pierzi totul pare limpede, exact cand pierzi realizezi ca tot ce`ai avut si n`ai pretuit a disparut si nu vei mai avea niciodata acel ceva. Oare asta`i motivul pentru care toti suferim in urma unei pierderi, regretul ca n`am profitat la momentul care a trebuit, regretam c`am avut si nu ne`a pasat, am avut si am pierdut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 324px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583234151470124706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WZr-0XKzKJw/TXuh4Sg0zqI/AAAAAAAAANQ/M1wQP2uw4nw/s400/tumblr_lhg8g6UTx51qay4fco1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cel mai rau sentiment e atunci cand tu suferi si el...el nu are nimic, trec luni..tu tot la el te gandesti si el deja a depasit etapa si e intr`o relatie, iar tu esti frustrata si realizezi ca esti o proasta care nu poate uita un prost si un nimic, pentru ca asta este el pentru tine..un nimic, dar e nimicul tau si`l iubesti, sau nu...dar macar simti ceva pentru el, asta pana cand dai de unu` mai bun si totu`i ok la inceput, iar dupa ex-ul apare iar prin peisaj, asta se numeste "inselare gandita"...pentru ca fizic poate n`o faci...dar sigur o gandesti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ce se intampla atunci cand crezi ca nu ti la el, dar afli ca vorbeste cu o fosta prietena, se intalneste cu el, discuta mereu pe mess cu ea...esti geloasa, de ce? doar nu ti la el...sau poate o faci si nu`ti dai seama. Ce faci atunci cand o fata mai draguta decat tine apare prin zona si discuta cu el, rad impreuna, au subiecte comune de discutie, apare paranoia si certurile fara motiv...pentru ca el poate vede`n ea decat o amica buna, iar ea in fata ta e o curva, o mare curva, mai ales daca`i prietena ta si se da la el [cel putin in imaginatia ta] atunci e o super curva...e o c-u-r-v-a . C U R V A . Chiar daca ea n`are intentii cu el, tot o curva ramane, pana dispare din peisaj...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cand prietnul lui cel mai bun incepe sa para mai atragator decat el, cand prietenul lui asculta muzica pe care o asculti tu, e pasionat de fotografie si spune mereu cat de bine arati si cat ii place cum te imbraci, cand prietenul lui cel mai bun nu mai e "prietenul lui cel mai bun" si devine "baiatul simpatic care are lucruri in comun cu mine"...atunci e o problema grava, pentru ca tu niciodata n`ar trebui sa renunti la prietenul tau pentru prietenul lui cel mai bun, pestru ca asta te transforma intr`o curva cu sentimente incerte...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CTz73s6izsw/TXuiULwzq3I/AAAAAAAAANY/Vsc3coebh3I/s1600/tumblr_lhv9ltrtO41qg5igso1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 321px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583234630694447986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CTz73s6izsw/TXuiULwzq3I/AAAAAAAAANY/Vsc3coebh3I/s400/tumblr_lhv9ltrtO41qg5igso1_400_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7433250438752225743-9219438182661313885?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/9219438182661313885/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/03/relatii.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/9219438182661313885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/9219438182661313885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/03/relatii.html' title='Relatii .'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v7hylGV6-CA/TXuhy2qBmNI/AAAAAAAAANI/rWFtW3FFryE/s72-c/tumblr_le8rrx2A8G1qz4yvto1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-145697652153408832</id><published>2011-03-09T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T09:04:56.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce se intampla atunci cand nu mai e ?</title><content type='html'>nimic, nu se intampla nimic, cand nu mai e ...apare starea aia de lipsa, lipsa pe care inainte n`o simteai si pe care n`o intelegeai...pentru ca lipsa`i lipsa si asta e...de la un timp am vazut ca moritatea cunostiintelor mele vor relatii serioasa, bazate pe incredere si sinceritate, iubire si daruire, speranta, inceput, sentiment si nu in ultimu` rand...sex .&lt;br /&gt;           De ce pana sa ai o relatie nu incepe nimeni "vai ce dor mi`e de ex-ulesc, de cand nu l`am avzut, ai vazut cu cur are =p~ sfanta maica precista"...evident, nu, si nimeni...adica nicio fata normala n`o sa se mire de curu` unui baiar, asta fabulez eu doar...ca de obicei.&lt;br /&gt;            Atunci cand termini o relatie iti dai seama cat de proste sti si cat de ratard ai fost cand ai pus sentimente pentru un nimic, o scursura, un plex, un idiot prost, subdezvoltat, lipsit de ccea ce se numeste "sentiment", asta o spune cineva care este parasit, niciodata unu` care a dat papucii, ala care a dat papucii zice "nu ne mai intelegeam, consider ca asta e mai bine pentru respectivu`, nu vreaus a`l ranesc, nu eram demna de sentimentele lui sincere" NICIODATA ! Da` niciodata nu gandeste asta, spune doar ca sa para inimos si sufletis...da` e acelasi lucru, si si si .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Faza cu parasitu` si replica atat de evident "n`o sa ma mai indragostesc niciodata, imi bag putaaa" [plangand cu suspine]...bdufyer...frateeee, peste juma` de ora te`ai "indragostit de altcineva" pe sistemu`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Locatie : Chat FaceBook&lt;br /&gt;Ora : 17:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ea : Cine esti ?????? De ce mi`ai dat add, vrei sa ma violezi?! o nuuu, nu face asa ceva !!&lt;br /&gt;El : Mrrrr, `ai stiu ca ma vrei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) locatie : Chat Facebook&lt;br /&gt;Ora : 17:02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ea : deci vrei sa fim impreuna?&lt;br /&gt;El : pentru eternitate, iubito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Locatie : Chat FaceBook&lt;br /&gt;Ora : 17:04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ea : mi`ai tradat increderea, dupa atata timp...ti`ai abtut joc de mine, de sentimentele mele...te urasc si te iubesc in acelasi timp!&lt;br /&gt;El : Curva dracu`! m`ai inselat cu prietenu` meu !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-145697652153408832?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/145697652153408832/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/03/ce-se-intampla-atunci-cand-nu-mai-e.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/145697652153408832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/145697652153408832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/03/ce-se-intampla-atunci-cand-nu-mai-e.html' title='Ce se intampla atunci cand nu mai e ?'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-8521904519221402694</id><published>2011-03-07T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T10:22:48.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pe sistemu : mori in cacat .</title><content type='html'>Am realizat ca majoritatea injuraturilor contin 3 mari categorii :&lt;br /&gt;1. mame&lt;br /&gt;2. morti&lt;br /&gt;3. organe&lt;br /&gt;             Si ce credeti, toate cele 3 categorii formeaza o alta injuratura. Si eu injur, si nu sunt mandra de asta, fu...asea .&lt;br /&gt;             Evident, toti injura, toti jignesc, toti ii fac pe altii asa cum sunt ei...si eu fac asta,  pentru ca si eu fac parte din gruparea aia suspecta "toata lumea" [logica :O] .&lt;br /&gt;             Consider ca toti avem o injuratura preferata, o chestie pe care o zicem cand ne enervam...ar trebui sa dau exemple ? da...o s`o fac si o sa ma simt ...satisfacuta si malefica, tipic .&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sa moara pestii mei&lt;br /&gt;2. Sa`mi tund broasca&lt;br /&gt;3. Sa`mi bag obiectu` muncii&lt;br /&gt;4. Le ai cu tinutu`n mana, tinea`mi`ai madularu`n palme..&lt;br /&gt;5. Tuna`r`ar si fulge`r`ar tunetele si fulgerele&lt;br /&gt;6. Da`r`ar sa dea in grijania si ceapa ma`tii&lt;br /&gt;7. Sa`mi bag dick-ul .&lt;br /&gt;8. asta`i a mea : Iisuseeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;9. Mori in cacat/ de ziua ta/ de craciun.&lt;br /&gt;si as putea continua, maica`ta ce mai face :&gt;, mai intreaba de mine :&gt;:&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 Injuraturile sunt ceva nativ, cum e desfacutu` sutienului...luatu` de buci, sarutul si tot asa, nimeni nu invata astea, astea vin pe moment, ori esti bun la asta..ori nu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-8521904519221402694?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/8521904519221402694/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/03/pe-sistemu-mori-in-cacat.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/8521904519221402694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/8521904519221402694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/03/pe-sistemu-mori-in-cacat.html' title='Pe sistemu : mori in cacat .'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-8112241035779088784</id><published>2011-02-17T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T08:54:34.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alfabet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-io9n_eCHcwM/TV1SpkjO3mI/AAAAAAAAAM4/dTeVMiv0QKg/s1600/Natalia-Kills_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574702787894107746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-io9n_eCHcwM/TV1SpkjO3mI/AAAAAAAAAM4/dTeVMiv0QKg/s400/Natalia-Kills_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu stiu de cand blogul meu, pentru ca`i al meu, a devenit din "subiect orice" -&gt; "adolescenta, oameni, sentimente"...etc etc [am racit, iar]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a -&gt; alint, pentru noi fetele nu se gaseste nimeni care sa fie acolo intr`un memont greu, cand avem nevoie de un "alint" .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;b -&gt; bucurie, uneori chiar exista acest cuvant din toata sfera noastra de sentimente .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;c -&gt; curaj, cunosc tot rahatu` asta cu "baietii sunt mai curajosi, mai puterinici...nu te comporta ca o femeie/muiere/ fata etc etc", dar stim foarte bine ca de cele mai multe ori iesim din cele mai grele situatie datorita "curajului" de care dam dovada .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;d -&gt; daruire, ne daruim in absolut toate lucrurile pe care le facem, indiferent cat de greu ne este s`o facem .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e -&gt; euforie, toata acea veselie care da p`afara, care ne acapareaza si ne face sa fim diferite de tot ceea ce ne inconjoara, ceea ce ne face "femei" sau "fete".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;f -&gt;fatada, actrite...suntem, da, chiar suntem, de ce? nu stiu .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;g -&gt; gandire, gandim...chiar daca nu se vede . [:D]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;h -&gt; haine, cele mai importante lucruri sau...nu .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i -&gt; irezistibil, orice lucru delicat, roz, cu dantelute si tot asa...e absolut "irezistibil", dar si ei..care sunt atat de badarani siiii niste "elefanti intr`un magazin de portelanuri" ne sunt "irezistibili"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;l -&gt; lamentabil, asa ajungem uneori, sa lamentam absolut tot ce se intampla`n jurul nostru, sa ne invinuim si sa cautam modive pentru care am facut ceva ce n`am facut, logic? niciodata .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;m -&gt;memorabil, tot pentru noi e momorabil, chiar si atunci cand alunecam si cadem, chiar daca nu ne`a vazut nimeni, e momorabil...negativ vorbind .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;n -&gt; negativism, este? da, mereu .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;o -&gt; orietare, lipsa totala .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;p -&gt; putere, exista, mereu, cele mai "puternice" fiinte, sau nu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;r -&gt; rabla ? "rabla" ajungem toate . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;s -&gt; scump, orice tine de noi e prea "scump" pentru ei .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;t -&gt; taranisme, unele chiar au prea mult carater d`asta in ele .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;u -&gt; uitare, toate ajungem in momentul acela de negatie in care vrem sa "uitam" totul .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;v -&gt; vestejit, sentiment.."vestejit", asta reprezentati toti la un moment dat .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;z -&gt; zambet, unde`i ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-8112241035779088784?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/8112241035779088784/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/02/alfabet.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/8112241035779088784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/8112241035779088784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/02/alfabet.html' title='Alfabet'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-io9n_eCHcwM/TV1SpkjO3mI/AAAAAAAAAM4/dTeVMiv0QKg/s72-c/Natalia-Kills_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-1066750009748268374</id><published>2011-02-13T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T09:07:45.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hai sa discutam despre...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n5qSKcMDFpY/TVgPr7iAamI/AAAAAAAAAMw/tlzkdwGKqOY/s1600/anjarubik6_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573221786260105826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n5qSKcMDFpY/TVgPr7iAamI/AAAAAAAAAMw/tlzkdwGKqOY/s400/anjarubik6_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...SEX .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De ce e un subiect asa "infierbantat" din moment ce toata lumea o face...si furnicile o fac. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De la un timp am observat ca, bine, stiam deja, adica toata lumea stie ca atunci cand esti virgin [ca baiat] e ciudat si abia astepti s`o faci, iar ca fata e o binecuvantare sa o faci cat mai tarziu...de ce ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De ce atunci cand o faci prima data trebuie sa fie ceva memorabil, doar o sa se intample si iar, si iar, si iar, si tot asa...pe sistemu` cu cat mai mult cu atat mai bine ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De ce atunci cand o faci trebuie sa fie totu` perfect, admosfera, haine, flori, luminite etc etc, data viitoare o sa fie tot asa ? Nu, categoric nu, a 2-a oara, daca e cu aceeasi persoana o sa fi tavalita intr`un pat la unu` dintre voi acasa, dupa o sa te duci repede s ate speli si sa te`mbraci si o sa fugi acasa pretinzand ca ai fost la scoala.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De ce esti judecata daca nu mai esti virgina la 16 ani, iar ca baiat esti felicitat ? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De ce toata diferenta asta ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De ce vad parintii un "sfarsit al lumii" daca fata lor nu mai este virgina si inca nu s`a casatorit, de ce se mandresc tatii cu "potenta" beietilor lor ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De ce Este o intrebare asa de cautata si de ce toata lumea tine cont de ea, "cand ti`ai inceput viata sexuala?" , are importanta, scrie pe frunte fiecaruia ce si cum, cand si unde?...nu .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De ce intreb eu si raspund tot eu ?! Ciuuuudat .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-1066750009748268374?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/1066750009748268374/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/02/hai-sa-discutam-despre.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/1066750009748268374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/1066750009748268374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/02/hai-sa-discutam-despre.html' title='Hai sa discutam despre...'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n5qSKcMDFpY/TVgPr7iAamI/AAAAAAAAAMw/tlzkdwGKqOY/s72-c/anjarubik6_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-5824517595776479183</id><published>2011-02-09T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T09:26:54.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Femei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TVLOTBdwS9I/AAAAAAAAAMo/rXo_3BpCGM8/s1600/tumblr_le0ts4KIxZ1qaodr1o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 341px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571742515216796626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TVLOTBdwS9I/AAAAAAAAAMo/rXo_3BpCGM8/s400/tumblr_le0ts4KIxZ1qaodr1o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frumusetea`i un blestem si cine zicea asta era un om inteligent, cum am ajuns la concluzia asta? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu stiu, sau ar trebui sa spun "nu stu`?! SAU! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frumusetea`i un blestem ce`l au femeile, frumusetea feminina`i un blestem al dracului de iubit de..niste pute, n`am de gand sa va fac sa pareti mai mari, in fine .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frumusetea, e un cuvant lung, are ceva vocale...mai multe nu doar "ceva" si niste consoane..atat imi inspira, cand zic "frumusete" ma gandesc la o bruneta..sau blonda, asta nu conteaza, ce`i in spate conteaza si cand zic "spate" ma refer la cur, da posterios, fund, dos..astea, pana la urma de ce`i asa iubit, spunea cineva...candva ca atunci cand stai c`o fata, sau femeie, nu saruti curul, fundul, dosul, spatele...conteaza asa tare ? Din punctul meu de vedere nu, dar conteaza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deci, frumusetea inseamna cur, asta am lamurit`o...toti cei care spun ca atunci cand ai spatele asigurat, pai cum cacat sa nu`l ai asigurat cand e bartai "airbag", da airbag, continuand, cand ma gandesc la frumusete ma gandesc la imaginea pusa practic si stabilita din instinc, barbatii fac astea, stau ca prostii si se mira, se mira la ceea ce vad zilnic, mai des chiar, de cateva ori pe zi, se mira si tac, tac dar se mira in continuare, chiar daca au o vaca de mana si cand zic vaca nu ma refer la faptu` ca`i potenta`n partea din fata..ca de`h, nu doar spatele trebuie protejat, ma refer la tipul ala proasta care suporta orice rahat din partea une`i pute, care sta si accepta sa fie jignita si tot asa, ma refer la idiotii aia care stau cu vacile de mana "vai iubirea vietii mele, ceee....stai ca nu`mi vine, ce...ce frumoasa esti azi" esti frumoasa dimineata, esti frumoasa cand dormi, esti frumoasa cand citesti, esti frumoasa cand gatesti, esti frumoasa si cand taci, in ..in puta mea . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De ce atunci cand spui "femei" toti barbatii spun "femeia, fiinta dificila" ?! Nu suntem dificile bai animalelor, voi sunteti idioti si nu intelegeti, altfel si noi am spune ca sunteti niste idioti, cretini care nu fac altceva decat sa se vaite incontinuu si sa aveti in permanenta ceva de comentat . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De ce vreti cu atata disperare o femeie, de ce spuneti ca nu aveti nevoie de noi, dar in acelasi timp spuneti ca femeile sunt totu`, de ce spuneti ca va puteti descurca fara noi, insa spuneti ca nu sunteti niste "servitori" ca sa faceti ceva prin casa, si cand zic de astia marii ma refer si la prostii astia mici, la adolescentii astia, putele de liceu...care se cred "vedete", pentru ca toate cocalarele si toti pitiponcii le sunt prieteni, oare ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pai da, "vedetele" noastre sunt niste ..niste .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stiti care`i cel mai de pret bun al unei fete? Curul, dupa virginitate, dar stai..nimeni nu mai pune pret pe asa ceva, nici eu .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;M`am gandit sa fac din postarea asta o aberatie ceva ma amestecata fata de restu`, la modu` vreau sa fie cu "de toate", vreau sa vorbesc despre adolescenta, taram al complexitatii eterne, da, complexitatea ma sinucideaza, ma macina pana in fundu` sufletului si`napoi, pentru ca toti..deci toti au ceva de care nu sunt multumiti, de la fata mea care mi se pare nu stu`...obrajii prea mari, ochii mici, buzele subtiri si nasu` prea conturat pana la corp, umerii mult prea lati pentru o fata, lipsa taliei, fundul aproape inexistent si picoarele..nu stu` ce au, vreau sa cred ca`s lungi si singurul lucru care`mi place la mine, doar ca uneori tind sa cred ca`i doar o speranta de care ma leg aiurea, fizic vorbind am zis ce ma deranjeaza la mine..comportamental ma deranjeaza ca uneori vorbesc extrem de mult si ca poate, defapt nu poate, sigur..spun lucrurile mult prea direct, mult prea...cum n`ar trebui, o fata trebuie sa fie ...mai sensibila si mai delicata, fix asta`mi lipseste mie, ma simt ca un "elefant intr`un magazin de portelanuri"..si poate chiar sunt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-5824517595776479183?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/5824517595776479183/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/02/femei.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/5824517595776479183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/5824517595776479183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/02/femei.html' title='Femei'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TVLOTBdwS9I/AAAAAAAAAMo/rXo_3BpCGM8/s72-c/tumblr_le0ts4KIxZ1qaodr1o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-8589578308005408904</id><published>2011-01-31T08:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T09:01:26.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deci...NU .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TUbqfOrRZKI/AAAAAAAAAMU/tbY3Z1NNnLY/s1600/162670_162314530481185_100001079173179_311368_1631337_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 261px; HEIGHT: 414px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568395811526632610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TUbqfOrRZKI/AAAAAAAAAMU/tbY3Z1NNnLY/s400/162670_162314530481185_100001079173179_311368_1631337_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TUbqUQMP4wI/AAAAAAAAAMM/F_DxQx_XDcs/s1600/165390_182946941734660_100000580664231_545402_1915812_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568395622954820354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TUbqUQMP4wI/AAAAAAAAAMM/F_DxQx_XDcs/s400/165390_182946941734660_100000580664231_545402_1915812_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu, nu urasc pe nimeni, de fapt eu n`am nimic cu nimeni, de ce spun asta? Pentru ca ceea ce scriu aici este considerat si inteles gresit, unii oameni chiar au pareri, mai aicide ce`i drept...dar au, iar eu sunt una dintre persoanele alea .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pentru ca acum, sper, ca am lamurit pe toata lumea, deci pot sa incep postarea propriu-zisa .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In principiu n`am un subiect anume de discutat, o sa aberez pur si simplu, imi place asta .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azi o sa vorbesc despre mine, bine..nu de mine..de toti adolescentii..de toti ei si eu fac parte din ei...[ce logica :O], deci...dupa cum se stie prea bine conceptia "copiii sunt din ce in ce mai proasti" a inceput sa se adevereasca, gen..eu sunt a 9-a, iar profesorii spun ca suntem cea mai proasta generatie EVER, drept urmare am facut o corelatie [da,s tiu ce`i aia...], mai saptamanile trecute am fost cu profa` de muzica sa facem pregatire pentru cor, a avut o ora mai "libera", libera in sensu` ca era la clasa mica, dar spuf! copiii aia sunt niste diavoli...pe langa faptu` ca`s obraznici grav..mai sunt si prosti de put. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imi plac copiii, chiar imi sunt simpatici...cum isi sunt si pisicile, dar astia erau prea idioti, i-d-i-o-t-i . atata prostie si dobitocenie intr`o singura clasa mai rar, ca sa nu mai zic...copii de clasa a6-a cu belciuge`n bot, spranceana si rahaturi gen...deja ma simt depasita, nu am nimic cu astea, dar sa fi asa retard ca parinte sa`ti vezi copilul practic distrus...ca`l pierzi din mana si zici ceva gen "da`l in cacat...e viata/corpu`/soarta lui, da`l in pizdosenia ma`sii...a stai eu sunt ma`sa"...ma, nu vreau sa par incuiata si idioata si ca vreau sa raman incredibil de "comunista" [da, stiu ce inseamna si asta], dar lucrurile astea nu le vad normal .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pe sistemu` "hai sa ne`o punem in baia de la gradinita" .&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/7433250438752225743-8589578308005408904?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/8589578308005408904/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/01/decinu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/8589578308005408904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/8589578308005408904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/01/decinu.html' title='Deci...NU .'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TUbqfOrRZKI/AAAAAAAAAMU/tbY3Z1NNnLY/s72-c/162670_162314530481185_100001079173179_311368_1631337_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-848274212883228827</id><published>2011-01-27T09:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T09:29:01.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>REVOLUTIIIIE ! sau nu .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TUGrUKMWjzI/AAAAAAAAAME/M4sXUiCci54/s1600/44902_138870609493372_100001113004806_197327_852112_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566918977228541746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TUGrUKMWjzI/AAAAAAAAAME/M4sXUiCci54/s400/44902_138870609493372_100001113004806_197327_852112_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Foarte pipi pe calculatoru` meu .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2."femeia, fiinta pura, o iubesti doar pentru ceea ce este"...rahat, cine cacat a zis asa ceva ?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bai, deci oamenii astia sunt imposibili, femeia este fiinta fara de pacat, pura, blanda, delicata, orodonata, inteligenta, incapabila sa faca ceva rau...in ce viata ?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am inceput sa scriu asta, pentru ca..nu doar o data, de mai multe ori, o persoana mi`a zis ca femeia este delicata si asa ar trebui sa ramana, dar nu...ea este ca nuca`n perete ma, muci in fasole, bata`n balta...si tot asa, de un rahat toate astea ?! De cand e barbatu`, intelegator, curajos, impunator prin simplul fapt ca`i sincer si repctuos, de cand ma, de cand ?! de niciodata, toti sunt la fel, toti sunt o apa si`un pamant, totiii..fara exceptie, toti sunt badarani, porci, idioti, falsi cu un singur scop...bine mai multe, si daca se gaseste cate un frustrat care sa`mi zica "auzi draga, dar de exceptii tu n`ai auzit, exceptii auzi?! exceptii!" eu o sa`i zic "da` unde te crezi bai frankfrud al 6-lea? intr`un basm cu un print pe cal alb care salveaza o printesa virgina de 25 de ani ?! Uite ca nu esti, pac!" . Femeia este pentru un singur lucru, bine...mai multe :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. curatenie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. mancare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. perpetuarea speciei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. satisfacerea masculului de langa, fara noi ati fi niste poponari, amiiin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bun, nici femeia nu`i mai sfanta, tot ce`am zis mai sus se aplica si aici, femeia cauta acelasi lucru peste tot, bine..nu`i doar unu` : 30 cm, portofelu` plin si fara bale va rog...si ce crezi..nu prea se gasesc d`astia prin zona..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ma, si toata conceptia asta...de femeie perfecta..curata, inteligenta, pura si intelegatoare...si barbat afectuos, intelegator, priceput in toate...nu exista, deci nu, pur si simplu` nu, pentru ca..deci nu . nu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-848274212883228827?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/848274212883228827/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/01/revolutiiiie-sau-nu.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/848274212883228827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/848274212883228827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/01/revolutiiiie-sau-nu.html' title='REVOLUTIIIIE ! sau nu .'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TUGrUKMWjzI/AAAAAAAAAME/M4sXUiCci54/s72-c/44902_138870609493372_100001113004806_197327_852112_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-5892786562267778696</id><published>2011-01-23T04:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T09:20:32.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucruri in care ma regasesc . [titlu` inspirat...]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583970334309815234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dPNT1dN4KR0/TX4_bxTbE8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/w9qZXGkcBx4/s400/tumblr_lhho1pTAbs1qaxm50o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Paaai, nu stiu despre ce sa scriu, nu stiu ...de fapt, starea asta de "nu stiu" pentru mine e un lucru cert...la modu` asta mi se intampla meeeereu . [amiiin]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe langa faptul ca deja ma depaseste orice discutie pe blog, pentru ca sunt intr`o pana continua de idee...si pentru simplul fapt ca nu am mai patit nimic interesant, nimic care sa ma faca sa am idei...adica, sunt doar nervoasa, nu ca as vrea, dar are grija..absolut toata lumea s`o faca, in cacat...nu asta vroiam sa spun aici, indubitabil .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am ajuns sa ma enervez din orice, absolut din orice, adica...nu ca as vrea, sau ca am as avea motive, am momente in care nu mai suport sa mi se zica nimic .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deeeci, trecand pestre problemele mele "adolescentine" etc etc [urasc scuza asta...], o sa incepe postarea cu adevarat..sau nu :-&lt; . Ce`mi place, pentru ca da...stiu, am mai avut o postare de genu`, dar lucrurile se mai schimba alea alea, bun .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Trandafiri sunt rosii,violetele sunt mov,dar iubirea mea e de toate culorile."...asta nu e una dintre preferintele mele, bun, urasc "declaratiile de dragoste"... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Galben...culoarea asta ma deprimaaaaaa .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 414px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583970782059582050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HjwfN6kRNkA/TX4_11TSUmI/AAAAAAAAAOE/O2YpjYHU0bA/s400/tumblr_lf4hixTe8t1qgsuk8o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Verde mai mult decat genial . [am spus !]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ideologia, extravirgin, evident, convenabil, indispensabil...cuvintele cu multe consoane, le adoricesc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Urasc cuvantu` "adoricesc" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;[am nimiiiic fara tineeeee, si tot ce`i mai frumos in viata mea e doar din vina taaa...melodia asta ma obsedeaza ]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vreau si eu un tatuaj, tata a zis ca refuza sa creada ca am zis asta, dar vreau! vreau! vreau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583970265128441538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5qFfQxg2aSc/TX4_XvlTFsI/AAAAAAAAAN0/15KTdrw5Eys/s400/tumblr_lhk0n4Djlb1qfic2vo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vreau o pisica, mica...mare, nu conteaza. poate sa fie si neagra, si alba, si gri si orice alta culoare, o vreau !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In rest nu mai vreau nimic, imi plac pisicile si tatuajele si tatuajele cu pisici negre pe incheietura .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Urasc cand ma irit...nu suport chestia asta :...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Imi plac textele alea micute cu semnificatii pentru toti si pentru toate .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Imi plac pozele/imaginile editate cu nuante de verde/albastru..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Imi plac persoanele sincere, chiar imi plac, imi place sa fiu jignita..sa mi se spuna`n fata ce nu ar trebui sa fac..poate asa reusesc sa schimb ceva ...sau nu :-" .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Imi place brerea, nu credeam c`o s`o zic, dar chiar e buna ..berea .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Imi plac semintele alea in punga albastra 8-&gt;, sunt dependenta de ele, o sa ajung la dezintoxicare..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Imi plac unghiile mele, albastre, decat la o mana&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Imi plac fluturii si libelulele ..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Imi plac inimioarele mici si negre, sunt simpatice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Imi place aracetul&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Imi plac persoanele care fac ceva, te supara, te intreaba ce ai si continua sa faca lucrul ala, pai de ce cacat mai te "implici" daca oricum nu`ti pasa?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ma enerveaza vlad, ma enerveaza pentru ca..n`am motiv, ma enerveaza pur si simplu, e..asa...[nu, nu exista cuvantu` asta, da` il folosesc] nebucuros, nu`l multumeste nimic...ma..intristeaza, indispune, enerveaza :-L .&lt;br /&gt;Crestfallen .: scrie despre mine&lt;br /&gt;Crestfallen .:&lt;br /&gt;^Sprite .: ok )&lt;br /&gt;Crestfallen . is typing...&lt;br /&gt;Crestfallen .: eu glumeam, te scuip&lt;br /&gt;^Sprite .: chiar scriu.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/7433250438752225743-5892786562267778696?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/5892786562267778696/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/01/lucruri-in-care-ma-regasesc-titlu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/5892786562267778696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/5892786562267778696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2011/01/lucruri-in-care-ma-regasesc-titlu.html' title='Lucruri in care ma regasesc . [titlu` inspirat...]'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dPNT1dN4KR0/TX4_bxTbE8I/AAAAAAAAAN8/w9qZXGkcBx4/s72-c/tumblr_lhho1pTAbs1qaxm50o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-4716671881714744047</id><published>2010-12-31T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T14:36:35.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce cacaturi n`am facut anu` asta si ar fi trebuit sa le fac</title><content type='html'>Asa ca le las pentru 2011.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.Vreau sa ma imbat ca purceaua, e partial realizat, acum...pana dupa 12 [noaptea] e realizat in totalitate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Vreau sa renunt la mc...genratia mc alea alea, deja stresanta replica asta, ei ce erau? generatia guta Vs salam .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. vreau sa trec la toata materiile .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Vreau sa`i arat lu` aia de romana ca sunt mai buna decat crede ea si ca e o scroafa blonda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Vreau sa`mi respect prietenii...deci n`am sa`i mai jignesc, injur, mint...n`am sa mai mint etc etc .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Vreau sa renunt la chestia asta nenorocita [n`am sa zic care...pentru ca nu vreau, deci nu]..care ma enerveaza si care ma "stapaneste"..in cacat, nu ma intereseaza ce face x cu viata lui, sa`l manance puricii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. o sa`mi infrunt parintii. DA, o s`o fac, o sa le zic ca ma doare`n cot de ei...ca vreau sa face ce vreau, nu ma intereseaza ca`mi interzic ei x..eu tot o s`o fac .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. La anu`..adica anu` asta o sa`mi bag picioru` in toate sarbatorile lor nenorocite, pentru ca nu sufar revelionu`...cacat de "sarbatoare" .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Vreau sa..imi bag cucu, eu n`am altceva mai bun de facut decat sa scriu pe blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-4716671881714744047?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/4716671881714744047/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/12/ce-cacaturi-nam-facut-anu-asta-si-ar-fi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/4716671881714744047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/4716671881714744047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/12/ce-cacaturi-nam-facut-anu-asta-si-ar-fi.html' title='Ce cacaturi n`am facut anu` asta si ar fi trebuit sa le fac'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-2766505430574550697</id><published>2010-12-25T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T12:08:47.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragă Moş Crăciun . MOD .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TRZPR4U4DxI/AAAAAAAAAL8/_i5ni3ORqR0/s1600/Sweet_Christmas_by_mnoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554714359004401426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TRZPR4U4DxI/AAAAAAAAAL8/_i5ni3ORqR0/s400/Sweet_Christmas_by_mnoo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te anunţ in mod intâmplator...caci in mod surprinzător in acest an ai omis să-mi aduci ceea ce mi-am dorit . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ştiu, şi-mi pare rau că ştiu, dar ŞTIU...că tu, nu faci greşeli intâmplator, dar vreau şi îmi doresc...să îmi aduci...inapoi ceea ce-i al meu de drept...şi NU! n-am să îţi zic ce vreau, pentru că in mod uluitor tu ştii şi vrei sa uiti in mod oficial şi chiar abuziv...vrei să uiţi că-n anul asta eu nu-mi doresc ceva material...in mod bizar, căci anul ăsta m-ai cadorisit cu Dragoste, Întelegere, Iubire, Bucurie, Voie bună si Prietenie alături de &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Mama, tata, Dani, Marius .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Gabi, Miki, Mâţ, Ghiţă, Niki, Laur, Maria, Adelina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Didi, Alina, Andreea, Blonda, Georgiana .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Veronica, Simona, Musi, Adre, Dani, Adi, Şnitel, Hunter, Toni, Javra, Rucs, Amalia, copil Robe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;În concluzie...te rog să-mi treacă durerea de cap, pentru ca in mod serios, solemn si oficial te anunt şi-ţi promit că n-am să mai pun gura pe vin...şi cu atât mai puţin...n-am să mai combin vinul cu berea, promit ca n-am să mai râd când se enervează Gabi..din cauza mea...in mod intâmplător [ SCUZEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE] .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-2766505430574550697?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/2766505430574550697/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/12/draga-mos-craciun-mod.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/2766505430574550697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/2766505430574550697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/12/draga-mos-craciun-mod.html' title='Dragă Moş Crăciun . MOD .'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TRZPR4U4DxI/AAAAAAAAAL8/_i5ni3ORqR0/s72-c/Sweet_Christmas_by_mnoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-622940845210625194</id><published>2010-12-10T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T09:23:20.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrisoare de adio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TQJgnBWocHI/AAAAAAAAALw/6pvIQKHrLxw/s1600/fdc256eb1c5ba32e86050b828a28d02b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549103914368397426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TQJgnBWocHI/AAAAAAAAALw/6pvIQKHrLxw/s400/fdc256eb1c5ba32e86050b828a28d02b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nu`i vina ta, nu`i vina nimanui, defapt e doar vina mea si stiu, stiu ca`i epica, stiu ca`i sec, ca`i un esec sentimental, stiu ca`i fals si stiu ca este patetic , nici macar eu nu cred ca`i vina mea, dar incerc s`o las...sa las totu`asa.&lt;br /&gt;Pacat ca te`am atras si pe tine`n agonia mea cretina, ca ati suferit in urma prostiei mele infinite.&lt;br /&gt;Dar tu, tu ai reusit sa minti, sa`mi minti inima si sentimentele, sa ma minti in adancul sufletului si sa`mi pacalesti gandurile, ai reusit sa ma faci sa cred ca in ochii tai gasesc soseaua spre infinit, patetic, nici eu nu cred asta, dar te iubesc .&lt;br /&gt;Crezi ca fac asta ca se suferi, sa sufere cineva ? nu..o fac pentru ca vreau sa scap, sa uit, sa las, sa dispara tot, tot acest vid din golul inimii mele . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;      Nu cred...nu cred ca si nu vrea si stiu ca nu`i asa, ca nu o sa ma uiti, nici tu..nici restu`, pentru ca tu erai pentru mine centrul si restu` sunt si raman...restul .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;      Iubire, cuvant sec,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt; nimic...adevar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;   Tu..speranta, visul si implinirea mea, cu totu` ati disparut, toti..pentru ca tu erai TOTUL .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Glumeam... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-622940845210625194?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/622940845210625194/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/12/scrisoare-de-adio.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/622940845210625194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/622940845210625194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/12/scrisoare-de-adio.html' title='Scrisoare de adio...'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TQJgnBWocHI/AAAAAAAAALw/6pvIQKHrLxw/s72-c/fdc256eb1c5ba32e86050b828a28d02b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-1047201086551284895</id><published>2010-12-01T09:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T10:02:45.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 70 lucruri pe care le urasc</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TPaNpGR3RJI/AAAAAAAAALo/1n7BFm66kvI/s1600/154712_168932166470961_100000625361859_391017_7039859_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545775728353035410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TPaNpGR3RJI/AAAAAAAAALo/1n7BFm66kvI/s400/154712_168932166470961_100000625361859_391017_7039859_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O sa fie o postare luuuunga...incep :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pe tine&lt;br /&gt;2. Prostia&lt;br /&gt;3. Cretinitatea&lt;br /&gt;4. Pixurile care scriu subtire&lt;br /&gt;5. Filmele bociferante, lungi..fara sfarsit&lt;br /&gt;6. Pe tine&lt;br /&gt;7. Blond&lt;br /&gt;8. Negru la haine&lt;br /&gt;9. Cum il fac pe “A”&lt;br /&gt;10. Cerceii talangi&lt;br /&gt;11. Suncile..mele&lt;br /&gt;12. Pe tine&lt;br /&gt;13. Melodiile care au versuri fara logica&lt;br /&gt;14. Iiiiiiinaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;15. Shakira shakira&lt;br /&gt;16. Fumul..care nu vine de la mine&lt;br /&gt;17. Sa mi se faca cinste&lt;br /&gt;18. Pe tine&lt;br /&gt;19. Sa mi se spuna ce sa fac&lt;br /&gt;20. “Proasta” “esti proasta” “proasto” las`o balta, mi`ai mai zis...&lt;br /&gt;21. Sa mi se spuna acelasi lucru mereu, si mereu, si mereu..iar&lt;br /&gt;22. Sa lungim “aaaaa”&lt;br /&gt;23. Am mai zis de Shakira?&lt;br /&gt;24. Pe tine&lt;br /&gt;25. Cum il fac pe “2”&lt;br /&gt;26. Fataaaaaa, esti nebuna..fata?!&lt;br /&gt;27. Claxonu`&lt;br /&gt;28. Fizz&lt;br /&gt;29. Sa spui mereu “te iubesc”..e din reflex&lt;br /&gt;30. Pe tine&lt;br /&gt;31. Parfumurile foarte dulci, sufocante&lt;br /&gt;32. Jeg&lt;br /&gt;33. Persoanele care gresesc sin u recunosc&lt;br /&gt;34. Suvitele care se decoloreaza ~x(&lt;br /&gt;35. Cand nu am idei…ca acum&lt;br /&gt;36. Pe tine&lt;br /&gt;37. Cand spun “NU!!!” si sunt luata la intrebari&lt;br /&gt;38. Cand mi se dau explicatii&lt;br /&gt;39. Cand mi se da sfaturi fara sa cer&lt;br /&gt;40. Apropo de Shkira&lt;br /&gt;41. Curvele intretinute&lt;br /&gt;42. Pe tine&lt;br /&gt;43. Mono-spranceana ?!&lt;br /&gt;44. Tipii care umbla cu mai multe fete&lt;br /&gt;45. Povestile cu tema “din dragoste”&lt;br /&gt;46. Surprizele&lt;br /&gt;47. Toanele&lt;br /&gt;48. Pe tine&lt;br /&gt;49. Scuzele&lt;br /&gt;50. “Melodia asta`I veche”&lt;br /&gt;51. Ideile preconcepute…fara logica&lt;br /&gt;52. Tipii care se lauda cu brebeneii&lt;br /&gt;53. Intrebarile puse aiurea&lt;br /&gt;54. Pe tine&lt;br /&gt;55. Profesorii care au preferati&lt;br /&gt;56. “k” “y” “tz” “sh” “ube”&lt;br /&gt;57. Aia care nu inteleg din prima&lt;br /&gt;58. Comentariile fara motiv&lt;br /&gt;59. Batutii`n dovleac…&lt;br /&gt;60. Pe tine&lt;br /&gt;61. Plictiseala&lt;br /&gt;62. Cand nu`mi mai merge pixu`&lt;br /&gt;63. Cand nu mai am minute/mesaje sau nu`mi mai merge cardu` de memorie…da`ti`as palme&lt;br /&gt;64. Prea mult..garben&lt;br /&gt;65. Praful&lt;br /&gt;66. Pe tine&lt;br /&gt;67. Joculetele pe net…&lt;br /&gt;68. Cand nu spui ce simti&lt;br /&gt;69. Soarecii/sobolanii…&lt;br /&gt;70. Urasc cand nu am ce face si apelez la blog ca sa nu ma mai plictisesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amiiin!&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/7433250438752225743-1047201086551284895?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/1047201086551284895/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/12/top-70-lucruri-pe-care-le-urasc.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/1047201086551284895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/1047201086551284895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/12/top-70-lucruri-pe-care-le-urasc.html' title='Top 70 lucruri pe care le urasc'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TPaNpGR3RJI/AAAAAAAAALo/1n7BFm66kvI/s72-c/154712_168932166470961_100000625361859_391017_7039859_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-3829840866188065856</id><published>2010-11-17T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T10:05:10.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BĂĂĂĂĂ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TOQZMsA83NI/AAAAAAAAALg/-jOoa0Ll7HU/s1600/___You__re_An_Idiot_by_PiratePenguinFreak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540581147336826066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TOQZMsA83NI/AAAAAAAAALg/-jOoa0Ll7HU/s400/___You__re_An_Idiot_by_PiratePenguinFreak.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am descoperit ceva, deci...nu, nu barfesc, nuuuu ...deci nu sunt suficient de ...cum sa zic, de curajoasa incat sa o fac pe târâtura aia nenorită "curvă" pe propriul meu blog...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mă...nu ştu despre ce sa vorbesc/scriu, pentru că am o stare aşa de naturală..sunt nervoasă, sunt inconjurată de oameni prosti, oameni care natural vorbind sufera de păru blond...in plm .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mă gândeam aseară..nu-mi era somn, mă gendeam aşa ..deci note buna..n-am, parintii mei zici că-s d-aia de verifica celulele la inchisoare " ELENAAAAA, cât e ceasu' , tu nu te mai culci...e 10?" sau "e 9 juma, ti'ai schimbat ora de mancat ?" " la ora asta se ajunge acasă ? ai intarziat 5 minute" , aia de la scoală...niste copiii...cu exceptii..bineînteles, niste copiii..si aici ma abţin, cu fostii colegi ma vad o dată la 10 ani şi nu ştu...totu` e nasol, toţi ma enervează, toţi au ceva de comentat, toţi sunt.. asa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-3829840866188065856?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/3829840866188065856/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/11/baaaaa.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/3829840866188065856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/3829840866188065856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/11/baaaaa.html' title='BĂĂĂĂĂ'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TOQZMsA83NI/AAAAAAAAALg/-jOoa0Ll7HU/s72-c/___You__re_An_Idiot_by_PiratePenguinFreak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-2426705717778712433</id><published>2010-11-16T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T10:37:33.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stres .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TOLPBKkdAtI/AAAAAAAAALY/Pp7Gsi6v594/s1600/The_world_through_my_eyes_by_ByLaauraa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TOLPBKkdAtI/AAAAAAAAALY/Pp7Gsi6v594/s400/The_world_through_my_eyes_by_ByLaauraa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540218110543200978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   De ce &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;toţi&lt;/span&gt; sunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;asa&lt;/span&gt; bine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dispuşi&lt;/span&gt; exact &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cînd&lt;/span&gt; tu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;eşti&lt;/span&gt; plin de nervi, de ce &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;toţi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;radiază&lt;/span&gt; de fericire &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cînd&lt;/span&gt; tu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bubui&lt;/span&gt; de nervi, de ce atunci &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cînd&lt;/span&gt; vrei sa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;plîngi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;toţi&lt;/span&gt; rad...sunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;cîteva&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;întrebări&lt;/span&gt; la care, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;bineînţeles&lt;/span&gt;, eu n`am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;răspuns&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;aştept&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;răspuns&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;în&lt;/span&gt; schimb .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    De ce, de ce, de ce, de ce..aud peste tot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;întrebarea&lt;/span&gt; asta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;nenorocita&lt;/span&gt;, de ce atunci &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;cînd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;eşti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;STRESat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;toţi&lt;/span&gt; te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;întreabă&lt;/span&gt; "de ce?", de ce atunci &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;cînd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;eşti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;supărat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; atunci chiar vrei sa fi singur &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;toţi&lt;/span&gt; te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;întreabă&lt;/span&gt; "de ce", de ce atunci &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;cînd&lt;/span&gt; ai nevoie de cineva..nu apare nimeni, nici la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;întrebările&lt;/span&gt; astea n`am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;răspuns&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Răspunsuri&lt;/span&gt; n`am pentru nimeni &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; nimeni n`are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;răspunsuri&lt;/span&gt; pentru mine .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-2426705717778712433?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/2426705717778712433/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/11/stres.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/2426705717778712433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/2426705717778712433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/11/stres.html' title='Stres .'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TOLPBKkdAtI/AAAAAAAAALY/Pp7Gsi6v594/s72-c/The_world_through_my_eyes_by_ByLaauraa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-1726229644549741403</id><published>2010-11-09T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T09:15:22.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>De ce blog ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TUbuHq68GuI/AAAAAAAAAMc/gMvPJfj9b58/s1600/The_Shelter_by_lacrima_mosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568399804838189794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TUbuHq68GuI/AAAAAAAAAMc/gMvPJfj9b58/s400/The_Shelter_by_lacrima_mosa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pai am auzit tot felu` de chestii :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Mi`am facut blog, pentru a ma exprima, gen jurnal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Mi`am facut blog, pentru ca toti au.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Mi`am facut blog, pentru ca asa am vrut .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Mi`am facut blog, pentru ca am prea mult timp liber si vreau sa mi`l ocup .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu nu stiu de ce mi`am facut blog, probabil ca am putin din fiecare...ma exprim, scriu cand sunt suparata si vreau sa ma descarc, mi`am facut blogu` intr`o perioada in care toti putoii aveau blog si scriau despre toaaaate cacaturile, mi`am facut blog pentru ca asa am vrut si pentru ca aveam prea mult timp liber si`mi place sa fac ceva in timpul meu liber .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru inceput...o sa ma prezint, stiu ca trebuie s`o fac la inceput, daaar...&lt;br /&gt;Ok, sunt Elena sau Cristina, Xo si Căpşunici, am 15 ani si sunt din Bucuresti, sunt romanca...cam 75% si restu` de 25% sunt sarboaica, imi place sa scriu, sa desenez si ajung la cliseul tipic..imi place muzica, imi place sa dansez, imi place sa fac poze si`mi place sa le editez, imi place viata virtuala in care poti sa fi cine vrei, si`mi place tupeul fantastic pe care`l au toti razboinicii tastaturii .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi place verdele, imi plac libelele, zilele de vara ploioase, imi place Bucurestiul, il iubesc, ador chiar, imi place zona vechea a bucurestiului, imi plac lucrurile vechi in general, imi plac povestioarele cu supranatural, imi place sa ies la "cola, seminte..caterinca", imi place limbajul de argou si`mi place generatia mea...generatia mc .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi plac persoanele care au trecut de etapa "catelus pupincurist" si urasc persoanele care se dau timide, din topu` sarmana Maria si cand ti`e lumea mai draga ti`o taie grav ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-1726229644549741403?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/1726229644549741403/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/11/de-ce-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/1726229644549741403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/1726229644549741403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/11/de-ce-blog.html' title='De ce blog ?'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TUbuHq68GuI/AAAAAAAAAMc/gMvPJfj9b58/s72-c/The_Shelter_by_lacrima_mosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-1899654380113862372</id><published>2010-11-02T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T13:13:09.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>siii...zici ca ma cunosti, a?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TNBwhxXT_aI/AAAAAAAAALQ/jIu0VqvYqO4/s1600/P150710_17.41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TNBwhxXT_aI/AAAAAAAAALQ/jIu0VqvYqO4/s400/P150710_17.41.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535047667527450018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Pai bine, este inca uan dintre persoanele alea care zic "te cunosc de "n" timp deci te cunosc" si imi place sa zic ca ma cunosti, pentru ca daca nu m`ai cunoaste dupa un timp ar insemna ca am mai multe fete sau ca sunt introvertita...si nu sunt .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Imi place cand mi se zice "te consider sora mea", dar pe la spate nu prea mai sunt sor`ta, ma ...da` stii ca`mi place faza cu vorbitu` pe la spate, are mai multe chestii..gen dus si`ntorsc, adica...daca ma barfesti inseamna ca`ti pasa de mine, ca am un impact asupra vietii tale, ma consider importanta .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Imi place caaand mi se zice ca m`am schimbat, e in natura mea de om sa ma maturizez, sa cresc si intr`un sfarsit sa ma schimb, ce`i asa ciudat, vrei sa raman toata viata o proasta care crede`n cuvintele tuturor ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Imi place cand nu observa nimeni ca m`am tuns, deci..nici atunci cand imi sta nasol nu observa nimeni, sau atunci observa ?! sau...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Imi place cand vorbesc despre mine, pentru ca spar sa citeasca cineva si sa treaca de sticla aia "asta e o nenorocita, un nimic, e plina de ea", poate am momente in care sunt asa...dar asta inseamna ca am mai multe fete, imi place sa ma dau rea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Dramatizarea, imi plac perioadele din viata in care vreau sa dramatizez, in care vreau sa`mi plang de mila si ceilalti sa`mi planga de mila, vreau atentie, vreau sa se gandeasca cineva..."ba, eu n`am mai vorbit cu asta de cateva luni, ia s`o sun s`o frec putin la icre...parca are un sts ciudat si a postat ceva cam..hm` pe blog, o fi patit ceva?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Imi place Craciunu`, nu..nu`i vorba de cadouri, nu`i vorba de vacanta, e vorba de spiritu` Craciunului, de bunatatea aia care te cuprinde...si dispare, dispare exact atunci cand realizezi ca viata ta e un cacat, un cacat si un nimic, cand nu ai nimic bun in viata, cand n`ai realizat nimic si cand realizezi ca ai vreau o pisica, da...o pisica, pentru ca n`ai prieteni .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Imi plac week-endurile, pentru ca o aud pe mama cum tranteste usile pe la 11 si incepe "cat doarme asta?! nu se mai trezeste?" si e un fel de...chestie in familie, ceva tipic, m`as simtii aiurea, parca ar lipsii ceva daca n`as auzi`o pe mama spunand asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     imi place la piata, pana incepe mama sa ia fiecare masuta la rand sa caute ceva ieftin si frumos si eu incep s`o iau la misto si ea rade si dupa se enerveaza, se enerveaza pentru ca eu fac misto de ea, dar rade..pentru ca`i un misto obraznic amuzant .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Si`mi plac ...ploile, pentru ca imi plac, imi plac ploile alea de vara, prin iulie...pe la sfarsit, dupa ce ziua morid e cald, dupa 6-7 incep ploile alea care sunt pur si simplu o evadare, imi plac...si`mi plac, pentru ca`mi plac, de ce nu mi`ar place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Nu stiu..ce rost are sa scriu ? A da, am realizat ca a trecut ceva timp de cand n`am mai scris .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-1899654380113862372?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/1899654380113862372/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/11/siiizici-ca-ma-cunosti.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/1899654380113862372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/1899654380113862372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/11/siiizici-ca-ma-cunosti.html' title='siii...zici ca ma cunosti, a?!'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TNBwhxXT_aI/AAAAAAAAALQ/jIu0VqvYqO4/s72-c/P150710_17.41.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-5509895723283327480</id><published>2010-10-06T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T10:15:57.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Urasc faza cu titlu`</title><content type='html'>Urasc sa imi spuna mama ce sa fac, cu ce sa ma imbrac, cand sa ma trezesc, cand sa ma culc, cand imi controleaza viata .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Urasc sa ma supravecheze tata, sa ma certe din orice cacat, sa ma puna sa ii fac telefona, cardu` etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Urasc cand incepe dani cu figurile lui, cu mofturile, cand alearga prin toata casa, cand se joaca galacios, cand se baga`n seama, cand nu ma lasa sa vorbesc la telefon, cand se da marele ranit saracutu` .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Urasc cand e prea frig ca sa iesi din casa, cand e prea cald ca sa poti dormi, cand bate vantu` si paru` meu e in toate directiile, urasc cand ninge si am nasu`, mainile, buzele, urechile..tot inghetate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Urasc cand ies la tabla si incepe sa urle ala care ar trebui sa`mi explice, urasc cand ni se da teme in prostie, urasc cand ni se preda cat pentru 5 ani, urasc cand scrie mai repede la tabla decat dicteaza, urasc testele surpriza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Urasc cand trebuie sa fac ordine si mie imi e prea lene, urasc cand trebuie sa bag toate caietele, cartile...si toate cele la loc, urasc cand sunt toate hainele imprastiate, urasc cand trebuie sa strang toate hainele, urasc cand trebuie sa`mi fac ghiozdanu`, urasc cand trebuie sa fiu ordonata pe motivu` "esti fata"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Urasc cand vreau sa ascult o melodie si nu stiu care, urasc cand se gaseste cate un dobitoc sa`mi zica "Da muzica aia mai incet", urasc cand mi se zice "nu mai apasa pe tastatura aia asa, zici ca spargi farfurii".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Urasc cand e ziua cuiva si am uitat, urasc cand e ziua mea si nu`si aduce nimeni aminte, urasc cand e ziua cuiva ca ma simt prost sa nu`i iau macar un..nu stu` ceva acolo, urasc cand e ziua mea si nu se simte nimeni, urasc cand e ziua parintilor si incep cu app gen "ce mi`ar place un...", urasc cand e ziua mea si zice tata "ce fata mare am, ai facut si tu 14 ani" "15 defapt :)..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Urasc cand ma enervez si incepe gabi "calm, respiraaa, totu` e bine" si mie imi vine sa zic "ce puii mei e bine ?! nimic nu e bine !..si nu pot sa zic asta, pentru ca eu trebuie sa fiu calma", urasc cand persoanele din juru` meu cred ca sunt mai mari, gen guran "ce pitica esti :))" "sunt mai mare decat tine...desteptule" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Urasc idiotii care cum ii bagi in lista "cine esti? de unde ai id-ul meu? vrei sa ma violezi?", urasc animalele care te baga`n lista si tot ei intreaba "cine esti?" specimene...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Urasc cand sunt sunata si ma tine la telefon si aude ca nu zic decat "Da" "aha" "mda" "oke", pnm...inseamna ca n`am chef de vorba :, urasc mi se inchide telefonu` in nas, urasc cand ma streseaza cate un idiot si vede ca nu`i raspund la mesaje si continua sa dea, sa sune sa etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Urasc cand incepe Ghita cu milogeala, urasc cand face Laur ca toate cele pe strada, urasc cand trebuie sa ma rog de Niki sa iasa afara, urasc cand incepe Adelina comentariile nesimtite, urasc cand se gaseste cate unu` "da` pe mine de ce nu m`ai chemat" "pnm...da` daca stii ca iesim nu poti sa te auto`inviti? trebuie sa`ti trimit invitatie acasa, sau ce ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urasc senzatia de "nu am pe nimeni, sunt singura si realizez abia acum"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-5509895723283327480?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/5509895723283327480/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/10/urasc-faza-cu-titlu.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/5509895723283327480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/5509895723283327480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/10/urasc-faza-cu-titlu.html' title='Urasc faza cu titlu`'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-8704092761966750703</id><published>2010-10-04T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T09:40:43.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NU sunt rea . Si eu va iubesc</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TKoBrb-RUVI/AAAAAAAAALI/r7VbQYyhMh0/s1600/LOUD____2_by_nocturnalMoTH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524229738678276434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TKoBrb-RUVI/AAAAAAAAALI/r7VbQYyhMh0/s400/LOUD____2_by_nocturnalMoTH.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Căpşunici. Şx♫: ba, eu sunt rea ?&lt;br /&gt;black_and_white_pink Lil: da esti&lt;br /&gt;black_and_white_pink Lil: reaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;black_and_white_pink Lil: )&lt;br /&gt;black_and_white_pink Lil: cu mine..nu&lt;br /&gt;black_and_white_pink Lil: cu altii nush&lt;br /&gt;black_and_white_pink Lil:&lt;br /&gt;black_and_white_pink Lil: cu mine..nu prea&lt;br /&gt;black_and_white_pink Lil: mai exact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Căpşunici. Şx♫: ma, eu sunt rea?&lt;br /&gt;Don Vito Corleone: nush&lt;br /&gt;Don Vito Corleone: depinde&lt;br /&gt;Don Vito Corleone is typing...&lt;br /&gt;Don Vito Corleone: de situatie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Căpşunici. Şx♫: ma, sunt rea&lt;br /&gt;Căpşunici. Şx♫: ?&lt;br /&gt;Ganja Bunny is typing...&lt;br /&gt;Ganja Bunny: esti...&lt;br /&gt;Ganja Bunny: si perversa&lt;br /&gt;Ganja Bunny is typing...&lt;br /&gt;Ganja Bunny: si ai curu' secsi si bombat )))))))&lt;br /&gt;Căpşunici. Şx♫: ce intreb eu si ce zici tu&lt;br /&gt;Ganja Bunny: deci da...esti rea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Căpşunici. Şx♫: ghita, eu sunt rea?&lt;br /&gt;Jmeckerit BeNgO$: nu&lt;br /&gt;Jmeckerit BeNgO$ is typing...&lt;br /&gt;Jmeckerit BeNgO$: da' esti buna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Căpşunici. Şx♫: toni, eu sunt rea?&lt;br /&gt;toni is typing...&lt;br /&gt;toni: logic&lt;br /&gt;Căpşunici. Şx♫: sprijin moral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Căpşunici. Şx♫: musiiii, eu sunt rea?&lt;br /&gt;Sanziana-Ioana Chiorescu: cine a zis asa ceva?&lt;br /&gt;Căpşunici. Şx♫: fac un fel de..d`ala de parere&lt;br /&gt;Căpşunici. Şx♫:&lt;br /&gt;Sanziana-Ioana Chiorescu: se cheama sondaj, da nu conteaza asta&lt;br /&gt;Sanziana-Ioana Chiorescu: nu esti rea dragutza&lt;br /&gt;Căpşunici. Şx♫: sunt rea ma ?&lt;br /&gt;Căpşunici. Şx♫: nu sunt&lt;br /&gt;Căpşunici. Şx♫: stiam euuu ))&lt;br /&gt;Căpşunici. Şx♫: mu ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;Sanziana-Ioana Chiorescu: )))&lt;br /&gt;Sanziana-Ioana Chiorescu: nu esti rea, esti sado-maso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Căpşunici. Şx♫: fai rucs&lt;br /&gt;Căpşunici. Şx♫: eu sunt rea ?&lt;br /&gt;.Anne Burke Davidoff.: Nu..&lt;br /&gt;Căpşunici. Şx♫: asea&lt;br /&gt;Căpşunici. Şx♫: copil destept&lt;br /&gt;Căpşunici. Şx♫: vin` la mama sa pupe&lt;br /&gt;Căpşunici. Şx♫:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Căpşunici. Şx♫: fai, eu sunt rea?&lt;br /&gt;Căpşunici. Şx♫: [zi ca nu ]&lt;br /&gt;Jm3cHerit@ dă BeRc3N!!!: da&lt;br /&gt;Căpşunici. Şx♫: __&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Căpşunici. Şx♫: tu&lt;br /&gt;Căpşunici. Şx♫: cel pe care o sa`l violez maine&lt;br /&gt;Căpşunici. Şx♫: sunt rea ?&lt;br /&gt;Spark adrian: da&lt;br /&gt;Spark adrian: ca vrei sa ma violezi&lt;br /&gt;Căpşunici. Şx♫: trebuia sa zici "nu"&lt;br /&gt;Spark adrian is typing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Căpşunici. Şx♫: ba !&lt;br /&gt;Căpşunici. Şx♫: eu sunt rea ?&lt;br /&gt;NyK :D: eu&lt;br /&gt;NyK :D is typing...&lt;br /&gt;NyK :D: cateodata&lt;br /&gt;Căpşunici. Şx♫: asea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Căpşunici. Şx♫: sunt rea ma?&lt;br /&gt;Catalin si-atat.: posibil &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bun, pentru inceput NU sunt rea, si pentru sfarsit NU sunt nici normala . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-8704092761966750703?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/8704092761966750703/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/10/nu-sunt-rea-si-eu-va-iubesc.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/8704092761966750703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/8704092761966750703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/10/nu-sunt-rea-si-eu-va-iubesc.html' title='NU sunt rea . Si eu va iubesc'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TKoBrb-RUVI/AAAAAAAAALI/r7VbQYyhMh0/s72-c/LOUD____2_by_nocturnalMoTH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-7526545621694703840</id><published>2010-09-19T10:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T11:28:19.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Observ ca subiectul asta e tot mai aprofundat, orice om poate sa`l dezbata deci si eu pot.&lt;br /&gt;   Romania, da..despre Romania vorbesc, tara tuturor si a nimanui.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cristi : tara de cacat .&lt;br /&gt;Ghita  : de cacat..&lt;br /&gt;Arenalin3 : n-am parere &lt;br /&gt;Dani : momentan n`am nicio parere&lt;br /&gt;Rucs : Romania sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Toni : Romania e o tara frumoasa ca aspect dar sub "nivelul marii" in ceea ce priveste indicii de dezvoltare; asta se datoreaza in mare parte istorie prin care am trecut. Mentalitatea romaneasca a fost schimbata la 180 de grade dupa primul si al doilea razboi mondial odata cu guvernarea politica comunista. Desi multi spun ca era mai bine asa, ca eram tinuti in frau, defapt ei tineau in frau ceea ce ei au schimbat; si au schimbat un popor normal, care a rezistat si a zguduit 2 imperii intr-un nimic, intr-un sclav supus. De aceea sunt exploatati saracii si batranii caci se stie ca ei nu vor avea curajul sa se opuna. In mare, doar o conducere sub forma unui Vlad Tepes ne mai poate scapa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parerea mea ?&lt;br /&gt; Pai Romania nu e o tara de cacat, cum zic toti, Romania e o tara condusa prost si populata de toti desteptii care intrebati fiind ce parere ai despre romania baga "e o tara de cacat, vreau sa ma mut", asta`i mentalitatea romanului, "hai sa scapam de probleme", nu "hai sa le rezolvam", trist..dar adevarat, nu as vrea sa dau vina pe tara, dau vina pe mentalitatea unora .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-7526545621694703840?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/7526545621694703840/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/09/observ-ca-subiectul-asta-e-tot-mai.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/7526545621694703840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/7526545621694703840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/09/observ-ca-subiectul-asta-e-tot-mai.html' title=''/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-5114200114823747187</id><published>2010-09-06T06:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T07:23:42.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ceva normal + Leapsa .</title><content type='html'>Cum ar fi sa ma trezesc intr`o dimineata si sa stiu sa`ti vorbesc in fiecare limba, as stii sa-ti cand la fiecare instrument, as stii sa fac calcule dificile la matematica, as stii sa merg pe role fara sa cad la fiecare 5 metri, as stii sa fac si altceva pe skate-ul, nu doar sa stau cu fundul pe el, as stii sa ascult fiecare melodie, sa ma regasesc in fiecare vers/strofa/cuvant/accent, as stii sa dansez balet...atunci as realiza ca...nu sunt eu, si nu..nu m-ar definii pe mine, nu as fi eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As stii ca eu sunt fata aia comoda pe care o vezi mereu cu paru` in toate directiile, oja sarita, tricoul necarcat, blugii aruncati pe mine si tenesii , sunt fata aia cu ciocolata intr`o mana si pe care o auzi mereu "ma iubesc!", si nu, nu sunt fana mea, nu sunt narcisist, doar ca ma iubesc, ma iubesc pentru nimicul care sunt, dar si asa tot ma iubesc .&lt;br /&gt;    Ma iubesc.&lt;br /&gt;     Si acum ma..iubesc.&lt;br /&gt;  Pentru ca ...asa, defecta, normala, apatica, mata, stearsa ma iubesc.&lt;br /&gt;      Aiurea, speram sa-mi zici tu asta, dar mna .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. Leapsa "Daca era..."&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o luna, as fi fost : Mai&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o zi a saptamanii, as fi fost : Sambata&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o parte a zilei, as fi fost : Dimineata&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un animal marin, as fi fost : Balena&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o directie, as fi fost : Inapoi&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o virtute, as fi fost : iertarea&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o personalitate istorica, as fi fost : Ioana d'Arc&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o planeta, as fi fost : Venus&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un lichid, as fi fost : Nestea de lamaie&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o piatra, as fi fost : Topaz &lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o pasare, as fi fost : Randunica&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o planta, as fi fost : Papadie&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un tip de vreme, as fi fost : Ploaie rece&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un instrument muzical, as fi fost : Pian&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o emotie, as fi fost : Entuziasm&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un sunet, as fi fost : Vantul&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un element, as fi fost : Foc&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un cantec, as fi fost : Christina Aguilera - You lost me&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un film, as fi fost : My sister`s keeper&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un serial, as fi fost : Doi barbati si jumatate&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o carte, as fi fost : Veronica se hotaraste sa moara.&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un personaj de fictiune, as fi fost : -&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un fel de mancare, as fi fost : Salata orientala &lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un oras, as fi fost : Brasov&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un gust, as fi fost : Amar&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o aroma, as fi fost : De ciocolata&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o culoare, as fi fost : Verde&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un material, as fi fost : Bumbac&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un cuvant, as fi fost : Sentiment&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o parte a corpului, as fi fost : Degete&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o expresie a fetei, as fi fost : Incruntare&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o materie de scoala, as fi fost : Romana&lt;br /&gt;Daca era un personaj de desene animate,as fi fost : Domnișoara Gracie Graves [copiii de la 402] Miss Graves&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o forma, as fi fost : Patrat [cap patrat]&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un numar as fi fost : 9&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram un mijloc de transport, as fi fost : tren&lt;br /&gt;Daca eram o haina, as fi fost : esarfa .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-5114200114823747187?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/5114200114823747187/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/09/ceva-normal-leapsa.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/5114200114823747187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/5114200114823747187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/09/ceva-normal-leapsa.html' title='Ceva normal + Leapsa .'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-437195650337246769</id><published>2010-09-03T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T04:43:18.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunt rasista</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TIDc5rC_gYI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9mZ2P1JTbtg/s1600/evolutie3-360x481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512648827267416450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TIDc5rC_gYI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9mZ2P1JTbtg/s400/evolutie3-360x481.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sursa : &lt;a href="http://www.cocalari.com/"&gt;http://www.cocalari.com/&lt;/a&gt; [poza]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plecand de la : "sa fii alb si sa dai bani pe muzica de tigani?", m-am gandit sa scriu pe blog, bineinteles ca se poate sa va faceti o parere proasta despre mine, dar nu ma intereseaza, pur si simplu nu sufar rromii, si zic "rromi" pentru ca nu vreau sa jignesc ciorile.&lt;br /&gt;Bun, am auzit foarte multe discutii despre faptul ca "nu toti sunt asa..."&lt;br /&gt;E nu ?!&lt;br /&gt;Ba toti sunt asa, asa au primit educatie, cand cauti un tigan unde`l gasesti?&lt;br /&gt;R : la furat sau la cersit .&lt;br /&gt;Sunt atatea posibilitati de lucru in Romania, de la r.e.b.u pana la muncitor cu sapa`n mana, cred ca este mult mai decent sa faci asta decat sa furi, sa cersesti, sa vinzi droguri, tigari etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ce ma deranjeaza cel mai tare?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daca e sa treci pe strada [mi s-a intamplat de nenumarate ori] e imposibil, mai ales daca sunt mai multi, sa nu-ti faca o remarca, gen : "fata, fata ai numar de telefon ?" "chiar daca as avea sigur nu ar avea credit sa ma suni", care-i urmatoarea replica? mama, decedatii mei, fundul meu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ti s-a intamplat sa gasesti mana unei specii de mamut urban bronzat la lustra, la tine in buzunar, geanta, etc. ? Ma rog..daca ai mai gasit`o .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chestia e in felul urmator " Romania, romanii sunt hoti, inculti, needucati, prosti..mai si fura." Romanii ?! Tiganii, chiombule... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mi-ar place sa fie ceva de genu` :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"uite`o cioara !" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PAC!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" nu mai e cioaraaa!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ma, si stii care`i marea problema ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noi ii promovam, televiziunea ii promoveaza, cum sa chemi un manelar infect, semi-analfabet pentru a`i promova muzica, este ingrozitor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voi, astia care va dati mari romani, le ascultati muzica, va imbracati ca ei si sa va comportati ca niste ciori, cel putin nu mai ziceti ca sunteti romani, ciori improvizate .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-437195650337246769?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/437195650337246769/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/09/sunt-rasista.html#comment-form' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/437195650337246769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/437195650337246769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/09/sunt-rasista.html' title='Sunt rasista'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TIDc5rC_gYI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9mZ2P1JTbtg/s72-c/evolutie3-360x481.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-4232461819573178577</id><published>2010-08-31T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T07:00:43.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Partea a 5-a</title><content type='html'>“Ma faci sa te iubesc”&lt;br /&gt;         Ii spunea adesea ei, il credea, il privea si ii raspundea.&lt;br /&gt;- Idiot nenorocit !  Proasta am fost, ma vrajea cu niste cuvinte nascocite si fara pic de adevar in ele . Il urasc, idiotu`…&lt;br /&gt;- Siguuuur…il urasti, spuse Antoniu neincrezator .&lt;br /&gt;- Da ! Il urasc, il urasc atat de tare ca as vrea sa-l omor, eu l-as omora…il urasc din toata inima, din toate fortele si din toata puterile .&lt;br /&gt;- Si il iubesti in aceeasi masura !&lt;br /&gt;- Taci !&lt;br /&gt;- Tac…dar stii ca asa e, ii spuse privind`o in ochi .&lt;br /&gt;- Ei, si ? Asta e..sunt o proasta si o sa raman o mare, mare prosta .&lt;br /&gt;- Proasto !&lt;br /&gt;- Tocmai am zis ca sunt, iar tu trebuia sa zici “Vai, Jade…dar stii ca nu-I asa, tu esti o fata pur si simplu mult prea naiva si increzatoare” , dar  tu ce faci ?! &lt;br /&gt;- Stii ca te iubesc…&lt;br /&gt;- Nu ! nu stiu, nu mai stiu nimic .&lt;br /&gt;- Ba stii, recunoste..&lt;br /&gt;- Nu mai cred in voi, canalii nenorocite…&lt;br /&gt;- Asta stiam, dar ma opresc la “voi” restul nu mai bag in seama .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antonio era doar prietenul ei gay, o ajuta mereu, ii era aproape, il vedeam ceva mai mult de cat un prieten, ii era ca un frate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Dupa lungi discutii s-ar hotarat sa plece, mai exact Antonio a vrut sa plece, incerca …dar Jade era mult prea incapatanata, nu vroiam sa-l uite…&lt;br /&gt;Drumul spre casa lui Mellody a fost unul plin de rasete, glume si buna dispozitie .  Ajunsi acolo au fost intampinati de Mellody, o privea cu invidie pe Jade, doar Jade avea abia 24 de ani, iar marea obsesie a lui Mellody era sa ramana vesnic pe sticla, sa straluceasca  si sa ramana mereu tanara…ceea ce era imposibil, desigur, arata uimitor de bine la ce-i 43 de ani ai sai…tocmai din cauza asta a declarat ca ea implinea abia 36 de ani, era uimitoare. Agenta ei care se ocupa cu publicitatea stia prea bine asta, se gandea ca daca vreodata Mellody v-a ingadui sa apara intr-un film cu buget mai scazut ar soca publicul, arata minunat si fara tot acel machiaj initul .&lt;br /&gt;        Va urma .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-4232461819573178577?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/4232461819573178577/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/08/partea-5.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/4232461819573178577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/4232461819573178577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/08/partea-5.html' title='Partea a 5-a'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-2206811454884451991</id><published>2010-08-24T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T08:56:46.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>te..urasc</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/THPrn2pZLDI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/cUnkv_Grb90/s1600/___love_by_xdashkax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509005839120804914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/THPrn2pZLDI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/cUnkv_Grb90/s400/___love_by_xdashkax.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Nici eu nu te iubesc, arunca indiferent, nu te iubesc, nu te-am iubit si nu am poti face sa te iubesc !&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am zis un simplu "bine" dupa care acele cuvinte seci, amare, dupa care mi-au traversat intreaga fiinta`n lung si`n lat tresarind fiecare parte, de parca nu as intelege sensul acelor 3 cuvinte pe care mi le-am repetat obsesiv..provocand insomnii in gandirea mea.&lt;br /&gt;Cuvinte grele plasate stategic in mintea, inima si gandul meu intr`o simpla zi, adacindu`mi greu vointa...&lt;br /&gt;Dar te urasc, te urasc iar si te urasc mereu .&lt;br /&gt;Cand ma gandesc ca am repetat atat de des nca aproape ca suna mieros si chiar placut, doua cuvinte nenorocite mi-au distrus...&lt;br /&gt;"Te iubesc" cuvinte simple, fara motiv spuse clar din interes, abuziv si lacom..in ce scop le-as spune ? se uita la tine ciudat si pana sa-ti dea un raspuns, dureaza. Si de cele mai multe ori, va spune „bine", „stiu ca ma iubesti" sau „multumesc". însă puţin probabil sa cu voce grava ceea ce spusese el...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum venea usor sa-mi spuna ca nu este asa, ca era suparat, ca ii inselasem increderea..cu ce ? nu facusem nimic ? o simpla greseala..pe care nu am de gand s-o o retraiesc, o greseala pe care l-a costat si pe el, dar si pe mine o relatie...ceva mai mult privind prin ochii mei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Nu l-am mai vazut de atunci, privirea lui parca m-ar fi ucis in acel moment, nu vroiam sa retraiesc momentul .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-2206811454884451991?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/2206811454884451991/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/08/teurasc.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/2206811454884451991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/2206811454884451991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/08/teurasc.html' title='te..urasc'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/THPrn2pZLDI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/cUnkv_Grb90/s72-c/___love_by_xdashkax.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-6498096999522383792</id><published>2010-08-20T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T03:53:44.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a 4-a</title><content type='html'>"Ce ii spusese, oare, sotiei sale? Fusese surprinsi de nenumarate ori iesind impreuna din restaurante, de catre ziaristi. Cunoscandu-l pe Mark nu avea nicio indoiala ca o prezentase ca fiind o cunostiintaoarecare, iar aristocrata Lady Whitney trebuia sa fi crezut fiecare cuvintel. Mark si minciunile sale inteligente. Dumnezeule ! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Cand Jade se afla la o petrece intra in spiritul serii respective. Stia ca o seara petrecuta in compania lui Antonio nu era chiar un eveniment culturat, ci mai degraba o experienta, o "lasa-totul-balta-si-vino!" Asa ca se imbraca adecvat si ceva bijuterii false oferite de Mark, am spus "false"?  Ei bine ea le considera 100% veritabile....&lt;br /&gt;      Se pricea surprinzator de bine sa aleaga exact ce trebuia, acum se gandea ca poate le alesese alta femeie. Cine ar fi putut sti? Dar avea fara indoiala amante peste tot. Ea era doar legatura de la New York.&lt;br /&gt;     Si-a prins parul lejer dupa aceea si-a aplicat un fard maro si dermatograf negru, mult luciu peste buze si era gata sa-l astepte pe Antonio impreuna cu alte trei prietene de ale lui aparura in apartament incarcati de flori, discuri, sticle de vin si tot felul de mancaruti .&lt;br /&gt;        -Credeam ca iesim, spuse ea cand ii vazu ca incepeau sa se simta ca acasa .&lt;br /&gt;        - Iesim, iesim, draga mea, spuse Antonio dand instructiuni insotitoarelor.&lt;br /&gt;  Una in bucatarie pentru a incalzi sandvisurile in cuptorul cu microunde. Una in bar pentru a desface vinul, iar a 3-a aranja multimea de flori superbe .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va urma .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-6498096999522383792?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/6498096999522383792/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/08/4.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/6498096999522383792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/6498096999522383792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/08/4.html' title='a 4-a'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-7497156845463244595</id><published>2010-08-19T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T11:22:06.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love de way you lie .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TG11-wdWVpI/AAAAAAAAAKI/NlbfN4ekUcA/s1600/i_love_the_way_you_lie_by_suicide_bee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507187640364324498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TG11-wdWVpI/AAAAAAAAAKI/NlbfN4ekUcA/s400/i_love_the_way_you_lie_by_suicide_bee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vorbeam...iti vorbeam, defapt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gandeam, gandeam lucruri legate de tine, de faptul ca ma priveai, era clar ca nu ma ascultai si tu ma priveai, de ce nu se mai auzea nimic in jur ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vorbeam in continuare...stiam ca avea timp sa-ti zic multe, dar cu toate astea continuam intr-un ritm aler sa-ti zic ce gandeam, ce-mi aminteam si usor imi ridicam privirea spre tine, nu prea intelegeam de ce imi era atat de greu sa te privesc in ochi...erai un simplu om, sau poate nu ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-As putea sa incep acum ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Ce ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Sa te ascult .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;^Privea cu naivitate, in mintea ei de copil el prezenta viitorul, prezentul, trecutul si ceva mai mult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Il vedea ca pe acel cineva care`i rasucea gandurile, care la inceput era o confuzie in viata ei si acum ...era...nici ea nu stia, habar n-avea .^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doamne cum ma simt, de ce imi e rusine, a trecut deja o ora de cand sunt aici, de ce nu ma acomodez cu prezenta lui, ce am ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;^ Il iubesti, fraiero ! ^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ce tampenie...de ce nu zice nimic, se holbeaza pur si simplu la mine .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Si...ce ai mai facut ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Lasa-ma sa te privesc, taci .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;^ Ea tacu, nu-l intelegea, uneori era asa de ciudat, se intreba daca simte ceva pentru ea sau e doar un mod de a o cuceri, baietii mai faceau asa...si ea stia prea bine asta ^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ma intimideaza, tace...priveste si respira, atat . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Te iubesc ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Te urasc .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- As vrea sa te cred, il privi sec .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Nici nu stii...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;^ Cata lipsa de perspectiva, facea asta doar ca s-o impresioneze, ea stia? Dar de ce nu punea punct, nu era sigura pe ea ^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ce ii spun, cum ii spun, dar poate imi zice el..ce situatie !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Hei !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Buna !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Ai patit ceva ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Nu...stii vreau sa vorbim, spuse el scurt .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;^Si asa au spus "pa!"..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de ce era suparata? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si ea vroia asta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de ce era el de vina? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si ea dorea asta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu se intelegea pe ea, dar era mai bine^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu avem sfarsit .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-7497156845463244595?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/7497156845463244595/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-love-de-way-you-lie.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/7497156845463244595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/7497156845463244595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-love-de-way-you-lie.html' title='I love de way you lie .'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TG11-wdWVpI/AAAAAAAAAKI/NlbfN4ekUcA/s72-c/i_love_the_way_you_lie_by_suicide_bee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-373051919577448115</id><published>2010-08-13T05:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T05:23:41.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocupaţie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TGU5DkHwZiI/AAAAAAAAAKA/rmp16m3pDA4/s1600/Smoke_by_iraisavampire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504868852928898594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TGU5DkHwZiI/AAAAAAAAAKA/rmp16m3pDA4/s400/Smoke_by_iraisavampire.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Îl simt şi acum, aproape, tot mai aproape de…buzele mele, mă atinge cu degetele, dar nu ştiu dacă asta îmi doresc, nu ştiu daca îmi vrea binele sau răul, se apropie cu ţigara de mine, il refuz, o iau singură între degete…îmi scapă, mă cuprinde de mijloc, ma cuprinde uşor, mă cutremură o stare de frică, teamă şi totuşi speranţă, dar mă împinge…unica lui preocupare e ţigara .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-373051919577448115?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/373051919577448115/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/08/ocupatie.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/373051919577448115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/373051919577448115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/08/ocupatie.html' title='Ocupaţie'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TGU5DkHwZiI/AAAAAAAAAKA/rmp16m3pDA4/s72-c/Smoke_by_iraisavampire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-8329074944610234362</id><published>2010-08-04T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T10:57:39.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lepşiucă</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TFmp_5qPcBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/hFlzSC400hI/s1600/6e7dabaad127b8f10412b60a0a41239e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501615335084617746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TFmp_5qPcBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/hFlzSC400hI/s400/6e7dabaad127b8f10412b60a0a41239e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt : incapatanata, coltoasa, scarba, cretina si mai sunt si partial blonda&lt;br /&gt;As vrea : as vrea prea multe si mi-ar fi aiurea sa scriu ce vreau&lt;br /&gt;Pastrez : intotdeauna amintirile placute&lt;br /&gt;Mi-as fi dorit : sa fi fost altfel, da` mna, fiecare cu pasaricile lui&lt;br /&gt;Nu imi plac : persoanele care acolesc adevarul&lt;br /&gt;Ma tem : ca nu o sa se intample ceea ce-mi doresc&lt;br /&gt;Aud : cum ma barfesc ai mei&lt;br /&gt;Imi pare rau : ...&lt;br /&gt;Imi plac : pisicile, verdele, muzica si sa scriu&lt;br /&gt;Nu sunt : greu de convins&lt;br /&gt;Dansez : cand aud o melodie care-mi place&lt;br /&gt;Cant : cand aud o melodie pe care o cunosc&lt;br /&gt;Niciodata : nu am avut o parere buna despre baieti, indiferent ce fel de rubedenie era intre&lt;br /&gt;Rar : termin o carte fara sa nu ma plictisesc de ea&lt;br /&gt;Plang : cand simt nevoia&lt;br /&gt;Nu sunt intotdeauna : cea mai placuta persoana&lt;br /&gt;Nu imi place de mine : ca ma enervez usor si ca ii las pe alti sa profite de ceea ce simt&lt;br /&gt;Sunt confuza : cand nu mi se explica de ec se intampla acel ceva si consider ca am o parte de vina&lt;br /&gt;Ar trebui : sa fiu mai fericita si sa zambesc mai des&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-8329074944610234362?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/8329074944610234362/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/08/lepsiuca.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/8329074944610234362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/8329074944610234362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/08/lepsiuca.html' title='Lepşiucă'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TFmp_5qPcBI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/hFlzSC400hI/s72-c/6e7dabaad127b8f10412b60a0a41239e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-439132243098892991</id><published>2010-07-31T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T10:22:14.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Partea a 3-a</title><content type='html'>[-Am zis sa fi la mine, dar nu la 9 dimineata, stii cat de crunta mi se pare dimineata...spuse ea incercd sa deschida ochii.&lt;br /&gt;- Esti foarte lenesa, aproape ca ma molipsesti, se apropie de ea si ii inconjura usor soldurile pe la spate.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarissa facu ochii mari :&lt;br /&gt;-De ce, ma rog ? Somnul este singurul lucru pozitiv din viata mea.&lt;br /&gt;- Ma ai pe mine, zise Jack.&lt;br /&gt;- Si muzica mea, adauga ea.&lt;br /&gt;- Muzica noastra, o corecta el.&lt;br /&gt;- Eu scriu versurile, accentua ea. Si tot eu le cant.&lt;br /&gt;- Si cu cine le-ai canta daca eu si baietii nu le-m sprijini?&lt;br /&gt;Nu avea de gand sa-i raneasca sentimentele, numai ca stia ca acel grup nu insemna absolut nimic. Ea era starul oride de cate ori apareau la cate o petrecere, nu Jack si grupul lui.&lt;br /&gt;Ea casca zgomotos si dansa putin prin gradina din fata casei.&lt;br /&gt;O privi printre gene. Era o fire dificila, mai tot timpul il tinea in deruta. Ii placea foarte mult, chiar daca era suparata din cauza acelor legaturi de familie celebre.&lt;br /&gt;-Vrei sa facem o plimbare ? o intreba el. Un hamburger ? [na ca stiu sa scriu, ce buna sunt &gt;:)]&lt;br /&gt;- Nu, multumesc, spuse ea trang de fusta scurta de blugi.&lt;br /&gt;- S-atunci ce vrei sa facem ?&lt;br /&gt;- Am avut impresia ca ai spus ca ai tai sunt plecati in week-end .&lt;br /&gt;- Asa si e .&lt;br /&gt;- Atunci de ce nu mergem inauntru sa facem ceva ? N-o sa te mananc.&lt;br /&gt;- Mi-ar placea sa o faci, spuse el zambind si ridicandu-se de jos.&lt;br /&gt;- Jack, ofta ea credeam ca n-o sa mi-o ceri niciodata.&lt;br /&gt;Se intreba daca nu-l tachina, caci Clarissa flirta cu el din ziua in care se cunoscusera, cu trei luni in urma, dar, de fiecare data cand el facea o miscare, ea il indeparta .&lt;br /&gt;- Hai, spuse el. Inauntru. Si o sa-ti arat cine cere .&lt;br /&gt;- As vrea sa-mi arati camera ta, spuse ea.&lt;br /&gt;Repede el se gandi daca nu era acolo ceva care sa-l faca sa se simta stanjenitor. Hotara in sine lui ca totul e in ordine.&lt;br /&gt;Camera lui era intr-o dezordine totala, abia daca se mai putea zari podeaua.&lt;br /&gt;- La naiba ! exlama ea . Eram sigura ca stai intr-o cocina totala.&lt;br /&gt;Prinzand-o pe la spate, trecu mainile peste sanii ei mici, neacoperiti de sutien, sub triciul larg.&lt;br /&gt;Ea nu-l respinse, din contra, statea nemiscata lasandu-l sa simta ceea ce dorise atata timp.&lt;br /&gt;Eractia lui era gata sa explodeze, dar o vazu introcandu`se spre el .&lt;br /&gt;- Vrei sa i faci ? intreba ea si ochii ureau neobisnuit de sclipitori.&lt;br /&gt;Daca vroia sa o faca ? Ii iesea fum prin urechi de cand incerca sa para indiferent. In exterios era Domnu Rece, iar in interior era nervos ca naiba.&lt;br /&gt;- Vrei? insista ea si ochii de culoarea umbrei i-i fixau pe ai lui,&lt;br /&gt;- Da, izbuti el sa ingane.&lt;br /&gt;- si eu, spuse ea tragandu-i tricoul incet, peste cap .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va urma :&gt; .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-439132243098892991?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/439132243098892991/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/07/am-zis-sa-fi-la-mine-dar-nu-la-9.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/439132243098892991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/439132243098892991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/07/am-zis-sa-fi-la-mine-dar-nu-la-9.html' title='Partea a 3-a'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-8769478439307570446</id><published>2010-07-28T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T10:21:43.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Partea a 2-a</title><content type='html'>Jade, căci asa se numea ea, cunoscuse un celebru fotograf care ii spusese ca isi doreşte foarte tare sa îi imortalizeze chipul copilăros, ceea ce era pentru ea o portita pentru ca scapa de gandurile care îi întunecă mintea, gîndul ca acel ticălos, oribil, avar, teribil de încrezut cum îi spunea acum, o înşelase atîta timp, iar ea cu o naivitate ieşită din comun îl credea de fiecare data, nu îi venea sa creadă.&lt;br /&gt;Acceptind propunerea lui Antonio se hotărî sa-si facă o schimbare, s-a vopsit satena, ea fiind blonda natural, insa parea mai matura asa.&lt;br /&gt;-Bellissima, îi spuse acesta cu ochii sclipind vazandu-i frumuseţea radianta, mă orbeşti !&lt;br /&gt;- Antonio, spuse ea aparandu-i un zambet seducator ! Nu te-am mai văzut de o viaţa !&lt;br /&gt;- Bella, asa-i ca vi cu mine la o petrecere ? intreba sigur de răspuns.&lt;br /&gt;După cum se aştepta, aceasta răspunse afirmativ, iar a 2-a zi se întîlnira pentru a discuta despre apariţia la ziua de naştere a unei celebre actriţei, trecută de 40 de ani, afirma ca împlinise 35 de ani, Mellody, avea o fiica de 16 ani, cu o personalitate pierdută, pană la vîrsta de 10 ani trăise cu mama ei, dar mama ei intrase intr-o depresie cruntă si ea fu` luată în custodie de tata lui Mellody, bunicul fetei, care o crescuse pană în prezent, mama ei nu prezenta interes pentru copila nici după ce depăşi acea treaptă grea a vieţii. Mellody avea o personalitate puternica si un apetit sexual chiar mai mare de cat propriul ego, însă nu apareau chiar asa multe informaţii în presa despre aventurile si amanţii ei. Clarissa împlinise de curînd 16 ani si era adesea tachinata la scoala pentru ciudatul ei aspect, canta intr-o trupa rock, iar chitaristul acestei trupe ii facea avansuri, ea avand grija sa profite de simpatia baiatului, cu parul multicolor si hainele bizare se facea cunoscuta printre tinerii normali cu vise legate de Hollywood, si ea isi dorea acelasi lucru, doar ca nu o arata, nu spunea niciodata de mama ei si nu profita de acest lucru, isi ura mama, ii ura dorinta de afirmare, dorinta de a ramane vesnic in ochii admiratorilor, a barbatilor mai exact, pana sa fie luata de bunicul ei, copilaria mai exact, era pustiita de droguri, barbati, faima si in unele cazuri saracie. Mama ei era mai mult plecata, fiind mereu cu bone sau impartita prin casele prietenilor de familie, astfel devenind o tanara inchisa in ea si usor sceptica in priviinta persoanelor cu gand bun asupra ei .&lt;br /&gt;-La dracu` ! Spuse ea repede si aruncand-i o privire iute chitaristului. De ce nu esti in stare sa inveti o afurisita de melodie..? Acesta o privi sec si ii raspunse amar:&lt;br /&gt;- Poate pentru ca unii nu vad din muzica neaparat un viitor, doar un hobby !&lt;br /&gt;- Mda...aceasta realiza ca exagerase, Jack avea dreptate, avea abia 16 ani si gandea la viitor, vroia ceva doar pentru ea. Poate maine te prezinti in fata casei mele, avem de discutat...&lt;br /&gt;Continua sa cante si usor usor melodia suna din ce in ce mai bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A doua zi .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Am zis sa fi la mine, dar nu la 9 dimineata, stii cat de crunta mi se pare dimineata...spuse ea incercd sa deschida ochii.&lt;br /&gt;- Esti foarte lenesa, aproape ca ma molipsesti, se apropie de ea si ii inconjura usor soldurile pe la spate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jade, scumpo, cum iti mai merge cu Mark ?&lt;br /&gt;- Mort ! spuse ea trangand aer in piep, la tine, cum merge cu Jackie?&lt;br /&gt;- Inca unul la pamant, hm... spuse el taios si dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;Nu o mira, Antonio avea in fiecare luna alt prieten, iar dupa cum spunea el, toti il dezamageau.&lt;br /&gt;- Era englez, spuse el ca si cand asta ar fi explicat totul.&lt;br /&gt;- Pai...asta inseamna ca avem doi prieteni morti. De petrecere...mai spune-mi .&lt;br /&gt;- Femeia aia o sa moara cand o sa te vada, bella, imbraca-te frumos.&lt;br /&gt;O petrecere mare la Hollywood in prezenta lui Antonio era exact ceea ce-i trebuia. In mod obisnuit cuvantul "petrecere" aducea o supriza instantanee. Mark le evita, probabil nu dorea sa riste sa fie fotografiat in prezenta ei.&lt;br /&gt;Ce ii spusese, oare, sotiei sale? Fusese surprinsi de nenumarate ori iesind impreuna din restaurante, de catre ziaristi. Cunoscandu-l pe Mark nu avea nicio indoiala ca o prezentase ca fiind o cunostiintaoarecare, iar aristocrata Lady Whitney trebuia sa fi crezut fiecare cuvintel. Mark si minciunile sale inteligente. Dumnezeule !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va urma !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-8769478439307570446?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/8769478439307570446/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/07/jade-caci-asa-se-numea-ea-cunoscuse-un.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/8769478439307570446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/8769478439307570446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/07/jade-caci-asa-se-numea-ea-cunoscuse-un.html' title='Partea a 2-a'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-714589247348247532</id><published>2010-07-28T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T02:04:05.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creare site profesional</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TE_yZd9ruNI/AAAAAAAAAJo/q7RyqAzYRgw/s1600/una+alta.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 158px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498880189396662482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TE_yZd9ruNI/AAAAAAAAAJo/q7RyqAzYRgw/s400/una+alta.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Informatii legate de : Creare site , realizare pagini web, servicii de dezvoltare web si optimizare site .&lt;br /&gt;* La preturi avantajoase .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crearesiteprofesional.ro/"&gt;http://www.crearesiteprofesional.ro/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-714589247348247532?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/714589247348247532/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/07/creare-site-profesional.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/714589247348247532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/714589247348247532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/07/creare-site-profesional.html' title='Creare site profesional'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TE_yZd9ruNI/AAAAAAAAAJo/q7RyqAzYRgw/s72-c/una+alta.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-2414092102549438757</id><published>2010-07-26T07:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T09:37:12.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inca ceva .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TE20FSQ12pI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4MHJYYSkx0M/s1600/P260710_19.12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498248722984065682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TE20FSQ12pI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4MHJYYSkx0M/s400/P260710_19.12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Privesti, clipesti, gandesti, te apropii si ...atingi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Masurand din priviri gandeste ca probabil nu intelege, isi spuse simplu "fetele, subiect complicat, in orice caz as pica la scoala daca am avea o materie despre...ele", de ce sunt asa complicate, gandii, nu isi putea raspunde, era inca una dintre acele intrebari fara raspuns, care-l secau usor si il lasau intr-o gandire profunda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bruc intra ea :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Ah`, ce zi...m-au sunat de la birou, ii urasc, doar cretini, de ce oare sunt singura normala, acele hoaste batrane m-ar manca din priviri si slava Domnului ca nu au sageti in priviri...altfel as fi ...moarta acum. Il privi asteptand un raspuns. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ei bine, asemenea concluzii puteau fi trese doar de tine...spuse nonsalant si o privi intr-un fel ciudat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Asta inseamna ca sunt imprevizibila, rase, sau e doar vaga mea impresie ?&lt;br /&gt;- Asta inseamna ca, lua o mica pauza, respira si spuse usor : ...ca, habar nu am cum de te cunosc asa de bine .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Tind sa cred ca este doar o mica scorneala, adesea ii spunea englez coltos, deoarece era usor sec, tipic si oarecum prea serios, el numind-o "americanca tipica".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ea era un model de succes si de curand renuntase la faima si restul lucrurilor pe care in general nu le putea suporta in viata de vedeta, printre care acei jurnalisti curiosi, fanii mult prea insistenti si barbati cu mult tupeu, trecuse usor peste 30 de ani si lucra la firma fratelui ei, om de afaceri casatorit avand 5 copii din 3 casatorii diferite, il cunoscuse pe el in Africa, el fiind fotograf de succes ii facea fotografiile pentru un nou calendar, ce presupunea a fii un mare succes in viata vedetei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;El...era un lord englez, traind in majoritatea timpului in Anglia, cu o sotie si 3 copii, dupa discutii lungi in noapte, cam dupa o saptamana, si-a adus aminte, vag, de acea sotie si oarecum de copii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cu toate astea au continuat, cum putuse sa-i creada toate acele minciuni "&lt;em&gt;eu si sotia mea traim doar cu numele...pentru copii"&lt;/em&gt; , rasunandu-i parca si acum in minte si multe alte conversatii in care el, barbat trecut de 50 de ani, insa cu un aspect matur si inspirand sexualitate, undeva la un metru optzeci, bine facut, jucand in timpul liber tenis si uneori golf, desigur, acesta pasiune pentru tenis nu era provocata de spot si de acele costumase minuscule purtate de domnisoare, sau doamne, fiind cunoscut in lumea &lt;em&gt;buna&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;drept &lt;em&gt;barbatul cu sex ratacitor,  o amagea adesea, spunandu-i ca se vor casatorii si cel mai probabil vor avea un cumplu public.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se apropie de ea, o strange usor, insa tot filmul este intrerupt brutal, parca, de ea :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Mirosi ca o camila, cum il putuse suporta, nu intelegea, era prea mult...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ma poti imbaia, iar dupa masandu-ma cu uleiuri parfumate voi ramane al tau pe veci, ii spuse, iar imediat acestra il privii ucigator, provocandu-i scarba, "cum am putut trai cu asemenea monstru...timp de 6 ani"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Iti voi pregatii baia, spuse cu o privire plina de dispret si cu o voce pitigaiata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ai putea sa-mi aduci ceva de baut, ii spune cu un zambet de hiena jalnica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plecand , leganandu-si usor soldurile perfecte, pleca spre baie si dand drumu la apa fierbinte, gandind macabru, imaginandu-l pe el intrand plin de incredere tresarind . Porni spre bucatarie, pregatindu-i bautura, el nu suporta paharele de plastic si cuburile de geata in bautura, ea ii turna bautura intr-un pahat de plastic punand 3 cuburi de gheata. El se duse in baie, dandu-si jos hainele pasi in in cada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Iisuse Hristoase ! striga iesind imediat. E fiarta !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Imi pare rau, murmura ea dandu-i paharul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ce-i asta, spuse el acuzator, stii ca nu suport asemenea vulgaritati !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Vai de mine, spuse ea fara niciun sentiment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Varand mana in buzunar ea scose articolol de ziar in care aparea sotia lui, tinand in brate cel mai micut lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- ah`, spuse calm, e o greseala de tipar, era copilul fretelui meu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;El o mintise des ca nu mai intretine relatii cu sotia sa si ea l-a crezut de fiecare data...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probabil o credea proasta. Si de ce nu? Doar asa se purtase in ultimii 6 ani. Se spropie de el si il saruta, insa intr-un moment de neatentie il musca pana ii dadu sangele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Maniaca afurisita ce esti ! striga el&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Mincinos afurisit, era copilul fratelui tau?! Asta-i veche de cand lumea !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ajungand in pragul usii, mai arunca o privire in urma. Urmarea cu satisfactie urmale de dinti ramase si sangele picuran.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Adio, bai asta, ma duc sa iau cina, cand ma intorc...sa nu te mai gasesc aici, nici pe tine, nici pe vreun lucru de-al tau in viata mea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intra-devar, intorcandu-se dupa 3 ceasuri el nu mai era acolo, dupa ce s-au despartit a aflat ca o insela cu tot orasul. De ce nu-i spusese nimeni nimic? Scuza generala era ca n-ar fi fost frumos, atata timp cat erau impreuna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se simtea umilita, pacalita...iar cel mai bun remediu era plecarea ei din oras, asa a si facut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Va urma...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-2414092102549438757?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/2414092102549438757/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/07/inca-ceva.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/2414092102549438757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/2414092102549438757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/07/inca-ceva.html' title='Inca ceva .'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TE20FSQ12pI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4MHJYYSkx0M/s72-c/P260710_19.12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-6510499640916919069</id><published>2010-07-07T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T06:19:14.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirosind a despartire . 2</title><content type='html'>Agale se aşează lîngă mine, îi simt prezenta chiar si atunci cînd sunt obosit sau neatent, se pune încet în pat, probabil crede ca dorm, cu ochii închişi o privesc .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mă rasucesc, încerc sa o admir mai bine, se aşează cu spatele la mine, o iau uşor de solduri si o trag spre mine, încercarea mea de a fi romantic devenind tare stangace, neavînd acea abilitate de a fi subtil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- N-ai somn, sau ? îmi spune cu o voce caldă, după mult timp simn asta iar .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sincer...nu .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se întoarse spre mine, mă lua uşor în braţe si mă sărută, cum nu se mai întîmplase de mult. Am adormit îmbrăţişaţi .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Buna dimineaţa ! spun încet .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Neata, îţi urăsc sforaitul, ar fi bine sa faci o vizita la doctor, sau mai bine sa te laşi de acele ţigări nenorocite .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Poate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mă privii respingator si îmi întoarse spatele, rămînînd atintit la acea silueta care m-a fermecat, si care mă fascina si acum . Ieşind din încăpere o privesc în ansamblu, mă domina din toate punctele de vedere, probabil asta m-a atras mereu la ea .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revine, aranjandu-si bluza mă priveşte si îmi şopteşte :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ar fi cazul sa mă mai scoţi si pe mine...undeva !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ar fi, însă vremea ne împiedică...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bun, eu ies . La revedere ! îmi spune printre priviri aruncate .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din acea zi, n-am mai vazut-o , rămînînd adesea atintit la geam în fiecare zi ploioasa gandindu-ma "si...ce te miri ?!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-6510499640916919069?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/6510499640916919069/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/07/mirosind-despartire-2.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/6510499640916919069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/6510499640916919069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/07/mirosind-despartire-2.html' title='Mirosind a despartire . 2'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-3793248030156679078</id><published>2010-07-06T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T11:48:23.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirosind a despartire .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TDN0Y4UmStI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/utRqWzTw5kU/s1600/cb6bb7bdcaa1795c40a35758d7bd6048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490860341479230162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TDN0Y4UmStI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/utRqWzTw5kU/s400/cb6bb7bdcaa1795c40a35758d7bd6048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Privind agale în ochii ei realizez ca nu pot spune simplu "voi uita acea privire", gesturile ei nu sunt tocmai comune, fiind acel gen de persoana care te fascineaza din priviri, din mers, din simple cuvinte...si simplul ei caracter.&lt;br /&gt;Recunosc, eu sunt comun, ea dificilă si nici acum după acei mulţi ani adunati boem în acea "căsnicie", cuvînt pe care îl aud si apare acel zambet tamp, nu am reusit sa o înţeleg, sa vad în profunzimea caracterului ei.&lt;br /&gt;Cafeaua de duminica dimineaţa, apăsa în liniştea certii, apăsa în conflict, mă uit spre ea si încerc sa deschid un subiect :&lt;br /&gt;- Ce zi...ploioasa ! spun eu cu o oarecare mirare comună.&lt;br /&gt;- Asa e de cîteva zile, ce te miri ?! răspunse promp si înţepat, gata sa mă atace, sa mă certe .&lt;br /&gt;- Asa-i... renunţ la cuvinte.&lt;br /&gt;Privirile fiind mult mai greu de acolit, încerc sa o privesc intens, profund în ochi, ochi caprui, mici si uşor expresivi .&lt;br /&gt;O privesc, se uita uşor spre mine, o privesc ascund si încerc sa-i schitez un sentiment de "părere de rău", dar nu se lasă induplecata, aceeaşi femeie incapatanata si intepata pe care am cunoscut-o în liceu, doar ca acum în jurul ochilor s-au strîns acele cute ale vremii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Eu ies, cineva în familia asta trebuie sa facă si cumparaturile ! ma anunta facundu-ma nesimtit, intr-un mod subtil .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ai vrea ... poate, sa vin cu tine ? intreb incet .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ai de gînd sa mai stai mult tolănit în scaunul acela ? Misca-te ! îmi raspunse cu un ton de poruncă.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oare...de ce îi sta în caracter sa domine? Sa...mă jigneasca din gesturi si sa mă ucidă din priviri, dar mă ridic, încet, încet ies din bucătărie .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Grabeste-te...cucoana ce esti ! imi striga, asteptandu-ma nu mai mult de 5 minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plecam, iau o gura de cafea si astept iartarea .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-3793248030156679078?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/3793248030156679078/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/07/mirosind-despartire.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/3793248030156679078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/3793248030156679078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/07/mirosind-despartire.html' title='Mirosind a despartire .'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TDN0Y4UmStI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/utRqWzTw5kU/s72-c/cb6bb7bdcaa1795c40a35758d7bd6048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-1988612471435529472</id><published>2010-07-02T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T05:50:46.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa 2 .</title><content type='html'>1.Care e culoarea ta de helanca preferata?&lt;br /&gt;nu port…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Îti place cafeaua?&lt;br /&gt;pamant fiert…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Cum te simti acum?&lt;br /&gt;Foarte bine :D, putin racita am si febra musculara, da` sunt ok .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ce culoare au ochii tai acum?&lt;br /&gt;Cacaniu cu dunghi negre )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Care e ultimul vis pe care l-ai avut?&lt;br /&gt;nu imi aduc aminte…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ai putea mânca o luna întreaga felul tau de mâncare preferat fara sa te saturi de el?&lt;br /&gt;nu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. De ce ai o pofta puternica acum?&lt;br /&gt;de…nimic&lt;br /&gt;8. La ce te gândesti când auzi cuvântul “varza”?&lt;br /&gt;Verde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Ai numarat vreodata pâna la 1000?&lt;br /&gt;nu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Musti sau lingi înghetata?&lt;br /&gt;ling…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Folosesti emoticoane?&lt;br /&gt;Da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Ai unghiile facute?&lt;br /&gt;Pe jumatate :D .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Ai cunoscut vreodata o celebritate?&lt;br /&gt;Da…mai multe chiar )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Îti place brânza?&lt;br /&gt;Da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Care e ultima melodie de care ai fost obsedată?&lt;br /&gt;Parazitii - Arde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Câte tari ai vizitat?&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Sunt parintii tai stricti?&lt;br /&gt;au momente…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Ai sari cu parasuta/parapanta/planorul?&lt;br /&gt;nu, imi e frica de inaltimi, da` as incerca :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Ai lua masa cu George W. Bush?&lt;br /&gt;Ce cacat aveti cu boschetii?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. E ceva stralucitor în camera ta?&lt;br /&gt;am stelute pe tavan, lumineaza noaptea &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Închiriezi filme?&lt;br /&gt;Nu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Unde vei merge sâmbata seara?&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu :-??, acasa cred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Oua albe sau maro?&lt;br /&gt;care e diferenta ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Îti place muzica?&lt;br /&gt;Cui nu`I place ?...ma rog, depinde de muzica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Ai mers cu trenul?&lt;br /&gt;Da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Ce zi a saptamânii e?&lt;br /&gt;vineri ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Ce ai mâncat la prânz?&lt;br /&gt;Cartofi prajiti si salata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Ce face mâine prietena ta cea mai buna?&lt;br /&gt;N-am intrebat`o .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Ai vazut filmul The Butterfly Effect?&lt;br /&gt;2 din 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Ce crezi despre Yankees?&lt;br /&gt;a ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Ai parul ondulat?&lt;br /&gt;da, futu-l…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.Când ai plâns ultima data?&lt;br /&gt;ieri…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Ai intrat vreodata într’un zid?&lt;br /&gt;da, doar o data =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Anotimpul preferat?&lt;br /&gt;primavara si inceputul de toamna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Adormi cu televizorul deschis?&lt;br /&gt;nu .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Ai baut vreodata alcool direct din sticla?&lt;br /&gt;mai iau cate putin din frigider :-“ [vin sau bere]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Crezi ca esti bătrână?&lt;br /&gt;Nu )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Ti-e frica de întuneric?&lt;br /&gt;Da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Îti place viata ta momentan?&lt;br /&gt;Da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Bati în lemn?&lt;br /&gt;De ce as bate-n lenm ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Ai o vedere buna?&lt;br /&gt;Nu :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Poti sa faci hula hoop?&lt;br /&gt;Nu =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Unde sunt parintii tai?&lt;br /&gt;Tata-i la servici, iar mama prin bucatarie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Ai fost vreodata sarutata în lift?&lt;br /&gt;nu :-??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Care e urmatorul CD pe care îl vei cumpara?&lt;br /&gt;Sa vedem…nu stu`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Ai intrat într-o încapere pe fereastra vreodata?&lt;br /&gt;Da :x, am si iesit &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Ce ai cumparat ultima data?&lt;br /&gt;un plasture [sa-ti fut curu` ala, piciule :-w]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Cât de des vorbesti la telefon?&lt;br /&gt;Zilnic, chiar mai des 8-&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Esti într-o relatie complicata?&lt;br /&gt;Nu e complicata …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Ai pus piedica cuiva vreodata?&lt;br /&gt;Da ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Folosesti betisoare chinezesti?&lt;br /&gt;Nu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Ierti prea mult?&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Detii o arma?&lt;br /&gt;frati`miu e o arma letala )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Ai fost vreodata într-un castel?&lt;br /&gt;Da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Îti place parul tau?&lt;br /&gt;Nu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Îti place de tine?&lt;br /&gt;Nu sunt narcisista, deci nu foarte mult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Esti mai apropiat de mami sau de tati?&lt;br /&gt;Mami ?! Tati ?!...de mama…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Ti-a placut leapsa asta ?&lt;br /&gt;O Ador, ma…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-1988612471435529472?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/1988612471435529472/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/07/leapsa-2.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/1988612471435529472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/1988612471435529472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/07/leapsa-2.html' title='Leapsa 2 .'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-2658702368043303380</id><published>2010-06-26T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T08:11:45.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsaaaa .</title><content type='html'>Prima .&lt;br /&gt;1)Luaţi cartea cea mai la îndemînă, deschideţi la pagina 18 şi scrieţi aici al 4-lea rînd:&lt;br /&gt;“A canta frumos nu inseamna nu numai sa stii sa resperi correct…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Fără să verificaţi, cît e ora?&lt;br /&gt;17 : 47&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Verificaţi!&lt;br /&gt;17 : 49&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Cum sînteţi îmbrăcat?&lt;br /&gt;Boxeri roz si maieu alb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Înainte de a răspunde la acest chestionar, la ce vă uitaţi?&lt;br /&gt;Pe un chat .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)Ce zgomot auziţi în afara celui al calculatorului ? &lt;br /&gt;Televizorul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Cand aţi ieşit ultima data şi ce aţi făcut cu ocazia respectivă?&lt;br /&gt;azi, m-am plimbat si am facut niste cumparaturi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Ce-aţi visat ieri noapte?&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh’ =p~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)Cand aţi râs ultima data?&lt;br /&gt;acum 10 minute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)Ce aveţi pe pereţii încăperii unde sunteţi?&lt;br /&gt;postere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)Dacă aţi deveni multimilionar peste noapte, care ar fi primul lucru pe care l-aţi cumpăra?&lt;br /&gt;Haine :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)Care este ultimul film pe care l-aţi văzut?&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai stiu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Aţi văzut ceva neobişnuit astăzi?&lt;br /&gt;Am vazut un cretin care vorbea singur in franceza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Ce părere aveţi despre acest chestionar?&lt;br /&gt;inca o postare pe blog…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)Spuneţi-ne ceva ce nu ştim încă.&lt;br /&gt;mi-am taiat unghiile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16)V-aţi gandit deja să locuiţi în străinătate?&lt;br /&gt;Pai…nu stiu, am momente in care vreaus a zic “imi bag pla in ea de tara si vi-o fac cadou” si momente in care gandesc “ce tara frumoasa am, pacat ca nu e pusa in valoare”, deci…nu stiu inca .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Dacă aţi putea schimba ceva în lume (în afară de politică), ce aţi schimba?&lt;br /&gt;As alunga toti tiganii [rromii] din Romania [futu-le rasa-n cur de ciori]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18)Vă place să dansaţi?&lt;br /&gt;Daaaa 8-&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19)George Bush?&lt;br /&gt;ce-I cu el, fostu presedinte al Americii, mai traieste?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20)Care a fost ultima chestie pe care aţi văzut-o la televizor?&lt;br /&gt;Oprah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 2-a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ai o porecla ?&lt;br /&gt;Leana, lena, lenus, elenus, nutzi, xo, moaca, hamsie, strumf, minora si mai nou boboaca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Unde locuiesti ?&lt;br /&gt;In Bucuresti .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Ce inaltime ai ?&lt;br /&gt;1.64 [cred] .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Ai zi onomastica ?&lt;br /&gt;Da…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Ce ocupatie ai ?&lt;br /&gt;masina de facut nervi :x .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Ai frati sau sau surori ?&lt;br /&gt;am, din pacate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Limba materna ?&lt;br /&gt;Romana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Limbi vorbite&lt;br /&gt;Romana, engleza, franceza si putina italiana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Colectii ?&lt;br /&gt;monezi vechi, cheite de la cutiile de bere, vederi sin u mai stiu…a si timbre .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Numar la pantofi ?&lt;br /&gt;37-38, depinde :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Scoli absolvite ?&lt;br /&gt;generala si gimnaziu :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Materia preferata ?&lt;br /&gt;Romana . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Ce hobby-uri ai ?&lt;br /&gt;uhuuu…nu stiu, sa fac poze…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Bani de buzunar ?&lt;br /&gt;i-am cheltuit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Dorinta&lt;br /&gt;:-?? Am ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Vise ?&lt;br /&gt;Pai…am si d’astea in fiecare noapte aproape&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;br /&gt;17.Numar norocos ?&lt;br /&gt;9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Ai vrea sa revezi:&lt;br /&gt;sa revad? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Ai animale de casa ?&lt;br /&gt;frati’miu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Sentimentul cel mai pretuit ?&lt;br /&gt;Increderea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.Care a fost cea mai frumoasa zi din viata ta ?&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 3-a .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Zi-mi ceva despre tine. Gen cum te cheama, cati ani ai?&lt;br /&gt;Ma cheama Elena, am 15 anisori, sunt din bucuresti si iubesc vorba :x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ai porecle? Care?&lt;br /&gt;As avea cateva, le-am enumerate mai sus .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. O melodie trista, una perfecta si 3 care iti plac muuult!&lt;br /&gt;o melodie trista: mandy moore - only hope&lt;br /&gt;o melodie perfecta: jason mraz - i'm yours&lt;br /&gt;3 melodii care imi plac: 1. cheryl cole - parachute&lt;br /&gt;2. hilary duff - reach out&lt;br /&gt;3. Skizzo Skillz - Pierdevara &lt;br /&gt;4. Ai animal de casa? Care?&lt;br /&gt;Frati’miu…javra, corcitura, vac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Daca ai avea un serial TV cum s-ar numi?&lt;br /&gt;Aberez .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Primul citat care iti vine in minte. Nu trisa, fara Google!&lt;br /&gt;”sa spui “promit” dureaza o singura secunda, insa tine toata viata” nu mai stiu cn zice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Desenul animat preferat din copilarie.&lt;br /&gt;Zambetul lui Sharon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Iti place inghetata?&lt;br /&gt;Logic .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Ce alt nume ti-ar placea sa ai, daca ai putea avea altul?&lt;br /&gt;Aida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Zi-mi un banc!&lt;br /&gt;pff…nu stiu .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De la : Adrenalin3 si Dezaxata .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-2658702368043303380?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/2658702368043303380/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/06/prima.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/2658702368043303380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/2658702368043303380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/06/prima.html' title='Leapsaaaa .'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-7150749479316369053</id><published>2010-06-23T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T04:54:05.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desene</title><content type='html'>Desenele animate ne-au ghidat în viaţă, desenele animate ţi-au oferit un exemplu pe care mai mult sau mai puţin l-ai urmat, de ce spun asta? &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; Pentru că şi eu eram şi poate încă sunt unul dintre acei copii care se uitau la desene şi se vedeau peste câţiva ani nişte eroi, nişte oameni buni care luptă împotrivă răului, rău care era mereu urât, malefic, întunecat, noi eram acei copii care ne visam luptând şi care făceam experimente gen ninja cu vecinii de la blog, colegii de la grădiniţă sau în funcţie de nivelul nostru chiar şi la şcoală. Cu timpul însă înlocuim acele desene cu filme, emisiuni şi ne schimbăm gândirea. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; Eu, de exemplu urmăream cu drag desenele : Zâmbetul lui Sharon, Spioanele, Viaţă cu Louie, Copiii de la 402 şi toate acele desene în care apăreau personaje care păreau cât de cât reale, care aveau o viaţă şi care ofereau un exemplu ce părea identic cu realitatea. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; Acum o să încerc să dezbat fiecare etapă dintr-un desen: &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; 1. Primul...personajul principal, care era de două tipuri băiatul care încerca să apere lumea pentru că păţise ceva urât în trecut, niciodată pentru că aşa dorea, pentru că aşa şi-a dorit, nu. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; Câteva exemple : Spider mân - îi moare unchiul, el se simte vinovat şi începe să devină un super erou. Batman - îi este omorât tatăl şi se hotărăşte să-l găsească pe criminal. Diabolik - se luptă cu fratele sau vitreg în numele tatălui sau adoptiv . Dar asta sunt doar câteva exemple. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; Iar al 2-lea tip, faţă, care îşi apăsa iubirea de o fata invidioasă, mamă vitregă rea, adică mereu un personaj de sex feminin &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; Ex : Prinţesa Sisi : îşi apăra iubirea şi luptă împotrivă unei feţe şi împotrivă mamei băiatului de care e ea îndrăgostită. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; Mică sirenă : în desen luptă împotrivă unei vrăjitoare invidioasă pe frumuseţea ei. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; Albă că Zăpada : mamă vitregă, rea, mai puţin frumoasă decât albă ca zăpada? vi se pare cunoscut? &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; 2.Personajul negativ, are mereu următoarele motive pentru al ură pe acel minunat personaj bun : &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; A) Vrea să cucerească lumea, iar personajul bun îi stă în cale &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; B)Este invidios pe calităţile personajului bun &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; C) este îndrăgostit de aceeaşi persoană ca personajul bun &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; 3. Personajul bun are foarte mulţi prieteni care îl ajută şi câştiga inimă orcui, ăla rău are doar complici, în număr mic care îl trădează oricând. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; 4.În luptă personajul bun niciodată nu pierde . &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; 5.La sfârşit el rămâne cu faţă frumoasă, banii şi valoarea, astfel deducem că desenele ne îndeamnă la un viitor cocalaresc. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; Eu niciodată nu am ţinut cu partea binelui...mă enervau, toţi ăştia ţineau cu ei, vroiam să fiu diferită, eu am ţinut cu DeeDee, pentru că-l enerva pe Dexter, am ţinut Elena pentru că "sisi" e nume de capră, am ţinut cu Mojojo pentru că el mereu era bătut crunt de nişte fetiţe rele şi neînţelegătoare care i-au furat atenţia, afecţiunea şi lucul în inimă tatălui sau, deci nici aia buni nu sunt buni, au o parte malefică care iese până la urmă la suprafaţa, dar noi tot cu ei ţinem, pentru că Binele e Bine...dacă ţii cu rău ai probabil probleme psihice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-7150749479316369053?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/7150749479316369053/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/06/desene.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/7150749479316369053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/7150749479316369053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/06/desene.html' title='Desene'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-3449594694080831226</id><published>2010-06-13T04:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T07:41:30.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La modul : Doar ratati .</title><content type='html'>Poate titlul nu e foarte sugestiv, pentru ca multi nu se simt, sunt mai nesimtiti, dar eu ma gandesc la voi, la astia care ati fost alaturi de mine 8 ani sau mai putin, la astia care mi-au fost colegi, prieteni si in acelasi timp niste frati.&lt;br /&gt;Bine, nu o sa incep cu acele clisee tipice in care le multumesc profesorilor, pentru ca nu le multumesc, mi-am irosit 4 ani cu niste profesori [nu zic toti] care nu au stiut sa ne faca sa iubim scoala, care ne-au criticat si care si-au facut preferati printre copii din seria "Sarmana Maria", da' na...Trecand peste asta probabil am meritat acei profesori care...nu zic ca nu stiu sa predea, nu stiu sa ne dea acel impuls spre invatare...dar ma rog, am avut mereu impresia ca nu o sa tinem legatura si nici acum nu cred, insa in astea 2-3 zile de cand am terminat [cica] a 8-a si scoala am vazut ce fel de animale, pentru ca nu le pot numii altfel, aveam langa mine. Cu toate astea imi e deja dor de voi, sper sa-mi treaca repede...Ca fiecare clasa, cred ca am avut si momente mai putin placute in care am fost un prijin in viata fiecaruia si poate ca am trecut mai usor peste unele probleme legate sau mai putin legate de scoala... in fine, chestia e ca imi pare rau ca s-a terminat generala, sper sa nu mai dau de idioti de genu' .Mult succes, ma &gt;:D&lt; .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-3449594694080831226?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/3449594694080831226/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/06/la-modul-doar-ratati.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/3449594694080831226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/3449594694080831226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/06/la-modul-doar-ratati.html' title='La modul : Doar ratati .'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-2864918983132556811</id><published>2010-06-07T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T04:25:36.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PUBLICITATE .</title><content type='html'>DA, sunt inca o persoana care uraste reclamele, pe langa faptul ca apar exact atunci cant te cuprinde focul actiunii [si nu ma referc la actul sexual], exact atunci cand ai o curiozitate iesita din comun, exact atunci cand incepe placerea de a citii randulete, randulete, randulete si iar randulete de subtitrari, exact atunci cand e actiune, frate iti baga o parasuta de reclama la dero...si cand incepe, iar...filmul, parca ti-a trecut faza "Vai, ce se intampla mai departe??", dar ma rog, sperand ca dupa acest post [ceea ce nu se intamplat] va recapacita un nenea si se va hotara si el sa nu mai dea reclame de 10 minute [cam 10 reclame] in timpul unui film de 160 de minute pentru ca...dupa una si alta baga si rahaturile alea de Promo, [f***-*, Promou' m*-sii]...Bun...si acum scurta mea dare de exemple...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reclamele la Vodafone...&lt;br /&gt;1. aia cu musculita : " Acesta musculita traieste doar o singura zi...bla bla bla" Frateeee...aia nu e musculita :, e libelula toata ziua .&lt;br /&gt;2.aia cu prietenii noi : "fa-ti prieteni noi...etc etc etc" Bai nene, ce legatura are cartela cu prietenii noi, asta ne indeamna sa sunam ca tampitii, sa tinem bietii oameni la telefon si sa bagam minciuni gen "ti-am zgariat masina cu gheara de la degetul mic"&lt;br /&gt;3.Puya si Ramona Badescu [?!] : bun asta e cea mai nereusita cuplare ever...zic :&lt;br /&gt;4.Puya si Razvan : e na ?! Iti pare rau?! Ba, ce minciuna au astia'n ei .&lt;br /&gt;5.Razvan si "fica'sa" : App de minciuni, bai nene iar mintiti copiii ?! Auzi tupeu, pitipoanca e o pasare ...&lt;br /&gt;6.Smiley + C.R.B.L+ Alex = Vaii :X:X, bineinteles, il ador pe crbl Nu ai bani, nu vi la cumparaturi :&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;7.Moga si Alex : Degeaba mergi la sala, cat de genial :))&lt;br /&gt;8.Cei 3 [A] : papusa imi dai si mie cheile de la masina,a? efratele meu de la tara ...&lt;br /&gt;9.Cei 3 [B] : Frate, esti salvat, mai exista o sansa sa se uite o fata la tine. =)) Frumosu' din tine vorbea acum .&lt;br /&gt;10.Cei 3 [D] : Tema la mate, sau ce ?! Ok...tot ce facem cu tine :&gt;, la modul : sunt genu' de baieti care daca le faci o l*** afla jumatate de populatie .&lt;br /&gt;11. Pizza : hai sa punem bani ca a venit pizza ! Saraciilor ... Gen...masina mergea singura, ce spirit de observatie am :X .&lt;br /&gt;12. Convocarile : vai iesealaaaa, bun, daca iesim faci cinste ? Gaby? a? vi cu mn sa-mi iau inghetata de bani tai?&lt;br /&gt;13. Animal de noapte : ce animal ? COMBINATOZAUR .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reclamele la ciocolata&lt;br /&gt;1. Ciocolata patriotica rom [rrom] : una singura, promovand manele, bidoanele, suncile si tipicul barbat roman : badaran, nespalat, sunculos cu barba .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Milka : De cand are mosu' urs si ce o fi aia [marmota?]...parca erau reni, da' am rog 8-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Poiana : punguta lipeste-lipeste-lipeste de nu se mai opreste...bun ciocolata e sa o mananci de-odata...nu pentru tot familionu', o ciocolata e pentru o persoana [1 am zis]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reclamele la dero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. dero : pai na, nume cu rezonanta, reclama cu rezonanta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reclama la apa minerala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Carpatina : ce legatura au caii cu apa minerala, tupeu p'astia :-w&lt;br /&gt;2.Borsec : buna apa, cam minerala...da' merge&lt;br /&gt;3.Dorna : Dorna?! Te face sa o iei razna in sedinte, sa sari peste geamuri, sa alergi nud, sa sari peste cladiri si sa alergi iar nud plus de asta te imperechezi in mijlocul strazii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam astea-s reclamele...mie au inceput sa-mi placa&lt;br /&gt;Sexpeimenteaza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romanul n-are noroc,dar se pricepe la tot&lt;br /&gt;Fura stampila de vot si-o poarta ca pe-un breloc.&lt;br /&gt;Si totusi umbla fara chei&lt;br /&gt;Ca n-are casa,n-are masa,n-are bani de femei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-2864918983132556811?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/2864918983132556811/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/06/publicitate.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/2864918983132556811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/2864918983132556811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/06/publicitate.html' title='PUBLICITATE .'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-3194696954123012629</id><published>2010-06-03T21:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T05:24:46.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E na .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TAiNSVUDonI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ESFL6DztIdA/s1600/849ad1f2f81f49617c83c9dd41885533.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 323px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478784292794638962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TAiNSVUDonI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ESFL6DztIdA/s400/849ad1f2f81f49617c83c9dd41885533.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abia m-am trezit si dorul de a scrie m-a cuprins, am sa scriu cu "n" greseli pentru ca sunt obosita fleasca .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;M-am gandit sa &lt;strong&gt;aberez&lt;/strong&gt; despre situatii in general, situatii mai putin placute in care te trezesti izbita de cineva la care nu te asteptai, situatii in care ai vrea sa dai o explicatie, dar nu ai putere, sitatii in care nu sii ce sa faci si te gandesti cu ce ai gresit, sitatii in care ai vreau sa-ti ceri scuze pentru ceva ce nu ai facut, sitatii in care te gandesti ca e vina ta pentru ca ai prea multa incredere, situatii in care trebuia sa asculti ce iti spuneau parintii, iar...astea sper sa le aplic cat de curant...situatii in care te trezesti scriind pe un blog ceea ce ai vrea sa vorbesti cu o persoana si nu o gasesti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nu vreau sa jignesc pe nimeni, fiind unica problema in toata asta, da...si nu-mi pare rau, printr-o cearta de genu', descoperi cine iti sunt adevaratii prieteni, mai devreme sau mai tarziu .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Niki : multumesc mult ca m-ai ascultat si ca mi-ai fost alaturi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pici : merci mult, ca m-ai ascultat si n-ai comentat, ca nu te-ai luat ca mananc ciocolata in draci si multumesc &gt;:D&lt; . [pokemon, hamsie, strumf, minor esti tu ma] .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bitza : Multumesc pentru sfaturi, pentru ca m-ai ascultat si pentru ca tu crezi ca pot. Multumesc macsim, mult, profund, grav, intens, energic si apasat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alina : &gt;:D&lt;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maria : pentru ca m-ai sustinut in tot .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ghitzi : pentru ca mi-ai fost alaturi si mi-ai luat apararea .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gaby : Pentru ca m-ai sfatuit si pentru ca m-ai batut la pool &gt;:P .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fabi : cu toate ca m-ai enervat, multumesc ca mi-ai fost alaturi .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-3194696954123012629?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/3194696954123012629/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/06/e-na.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/3194696954123012629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/3194696954123012629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/06/e-na.html' title='E na .'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TAiNSVUDonI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ESFL6DztIdA/s72-c/849ad1f2f81f49617c83c9dd41885533.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-4362525078696681688</id><published>2010-05-30T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T04:42:24.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa ma pupi, ma!</title><content type='html'>De la clasicul cuvînt Figurant, ajung sa scriu un post, si nu, nu are nicio legatură cu ceva real, sa nu se interpreteze. Sigur, am trecut de momentul, eşti o javră si ma-ta este la fel, din moment ce a făcut asemenea progenitură, eu acum încerc sa nu vorbesc urat si încerc sa nu dau vină pe cei din jur pentru ceea ce mi se întîmpla mie, ceea ce este uneori, practic, imposibil. Fiind o figuranta incurabilă, am sa încerc sa dau liber figurilor mele si sper...sa va figureze si pe voi.&lt;br /&gt;Mă consider perfectă, de ce zic asta?&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca eu zic " eu mereu am dreptate", deci eu nu greşesc ever, sunt perfectă. Am momente în care as vrea sa înjur pe cineva si sa mă las pradă nervilor [cum a făcut acum 10 minute, sperand sa repet experienţa], fac lucruri pe care le regret si pe care uneori la vad ca pe ceva negru si sper ca trecerea timpului sa şteargă acel rahat din memorie.&lt;br /&gt;Schimband subiectul, revin la indispensabilul cuvînt "prieten", exista?&lt;br /&gt;Poate da, eu însă sunt sceptica, nu cred...&lt;br /&gt;La intrebarea "tu nu ai prieteni?" răspunsul e unul simplu " a, scuze ca te-am cosiderat unu dintre ei...", nu ca as fi o sentimentală , doar ca momente de acest fel sunt ... banale?&lt;br /&gt;...Nu ca as fi ironica si nu as avea ce face, pentru ca eu chiar nu am ce face, duminica, duminica stau in casa, dar asta e deja o alta problema pe care sper sa nu fiu nevoită sa o dezbat aici....la modul nu am ce face, scriu aici si mă plictisesc grav, pentru ca nu am ce face, motivul unii il stiu si nu am de ce sa'l repet pentru ca iar as da dovata de fapul ca sunt o "figuranta" si chiar nu vreau sa dau dreptate acestor cuvinte, nu ca nu as fi, recunosc ca sunt si continui sa'i fac si pe altii, sperant ca nu sunt unica acestui cerc nasol.&lt;br /&gt;Nasol, nasol e sa spui ca faci si dupa nu mai faci, nasol, e sa ai incredere in oameni si sa te trezesti cu mufa sparta, nasol e sa te bazezi pe cineva si sa iti intoarca spatele in momentele grele, nasol e un cuvant nasol, foarte nasol as putea spune. Printre miile de cuvinte care as putea sa le spun ma rezum la "mars" ca esti jigodie, iar eu raman la figuranta, pentru ca-mi place .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-4362525078696681688?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/4362525078696681688/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/05/sa-ma-pupi-ma.html#comment-form' title='6 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/4362525078696681688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/4362525078696681688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/05/sa-ma-pupi-ma.html' title='Sa ma pupi, ma!'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-2049806819379632020</id><published>2010-05-24T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T04:56:26.981-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a VIII-a'/><title type='text'>O seara...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TAJSXLPdkCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/H_I5PopwAO8/s1600/IMG_3277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477030654944055330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TAJSXLPdkCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/H_I5PopwAO8/s400/IMG_3277.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doar una, dar care o sa ne rămînă, sper eu, în memorii mulţi ani de acum încolo, seara în care noi fetele o sa fim schimbate total, seara în care o sa arătam cat ne-am pregăti pentru banchet, seara în care o sa ne spunem practic "La revedere!".&lt;br /&gt;Gen Cenusareasa, o sa plec noaptea si lasînd totul în urma, sperînd ca poate...peste cativa ani o sa ne întîlnim toţi si o sa rîdem de perioada gimnaziului, o sa rîdem de ceea ce acum ne face sa plîngem, o sa rîdem de problemele pe care i le făceam domnului Diriginte, o sa rîdem de noi...de personalitatea din noi, de copilul din noi. Si poate o sa realizăm cat de mult am contribuit fiecare in maturizarea tampitilor de la noi din clasa.&lt;br /&gt;Sper ca aţi înţeles ca este vorba de banchet, da, banchetul seara aceea minunată în care o sa dansam, cîntăm, îmbrăţişăm, pupăm si tot ceea ce o sa fie pentru ultima data.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revenind, acesti ani pe care i-am petrecut împreuna au fost plini de momente frumoase, sau mai puţin frumoase, hop-uri si neînţelegeri, cu toate astea ne-am ajutat la nevoie si ne-am sfatuit între noi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unele amintiri sunt chiar penibile si nu pot sa-mi imaginez ce a fost in capul nostru atunci, poate nu am făcut prea multe acţiuni împreuna, însă am profitat de fiecare moment si am fost unul langa altul, spre sfîrşit vreau sa spun ca nu îmi pare rău de absolut nimic si dacă as putea sa dau timpul înapoi as profita de fiecare moment pe care l-am petrecut cu voi !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-2049806819379632020?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/2049806819379632020/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-seara.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/2049806819379632020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/2049806819379632020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-seara.html' title='O seara...'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TAJSXLPdkCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/H_I5PopwAO8/s72-c/IMG_3277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-8661624279233253023</id><published>2010-05-19T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T04:55:14.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ca intre prietene .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TAJSGeTo2MI/AAAAAAAAAI4/A9CnbOzQoek/s1600/Free_Fall_III_by_brtl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477030368004069570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TAJSGeTo2MI/AAAAAAAAAI4/A9CnbOzQoek/s400/Free_Fall_III_by_brtl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ceea ce am sa scriu acum nu este dupa o poveste reala [simteste-te] .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca fete, ca prietene, ca intre noi ne spunem parerile despre...subiectul tabu "baietii", da acele specimene pe care noi, fetele, le...simpatizam, in fine.&lt;br /&gt;Ne spunem parerile prietenelor cand observam un specimen care pur si simplu ne place...ne place, da!&lt;br /&gt;Si prietena spune :&lt;br /&gt;1. Nu e dragut, e nu stiu...&lt;br /&gt;2. Da ai dreptate, e dragut .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar prietena care tine cu adevarat la tine va incepe sa se dea la acel specimen, din dragoste pentru prietena ei, stiind foarte bine care sunt atuurile ei, prietena nu observa ce ii face x-uleasca, cum se da la acel mascul tampit, retardat, lipsit de gusturi, animal, gorila, companzoi, porc, idiot. Nu observa nimic, pana cand cineva ii deschide ochii, iar x-uleasca continua sa faca acele avansuri fara ai pasa de semtimentele prietenei ei, iar dupa ce prietena pleaca suparata, dezamagita si lovita oarecum in orgoliu sau, acesta continua sa se comporte ca si cum nu ar fi facut nimic.&lt;br /&gt;Dupa...cauta sa dea vina pe altii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urat, stiu!&lt;br /&gt;Dar asta e cruntul adevar despre specia numita "femeie" .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-8661624279233253023?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/8661624279233253023/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/05/ca-intre-prietene.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/8661624279233253023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/8661624279233253023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/05/ca-intre-prietene.html' title='Ca intre prietene .'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TAJSGeTo2MI/AAAAAAAAAI4/A9CnbOzQoek/s72-c/Free_Fall_III_by_brtl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-8699437560120933338</id><published>2010-05-18T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T04:53:59.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu numai scrii nimic pe blogu' ala?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TAJR0iIrOyI/AAAAAAAAAIw/0Q27oHC2cEM/s1600/11r7kaq.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477030059794184994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TAJR0iIrOyI/AAAAAAAAAIw/0Q27oHC2cEM/s400/11r7kaq.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ai renuntat la blog?" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daca nu ai scris 2 zile nu inseamna ca am renuntat la blog, motiv pentru care m-am hotarat sa scriu despre ceva. Despre ce?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inca nu am gasit subiectul, bineinteles ca am sa aberez, eu aberez mereu, acum aberez, ma iubesc .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iubesc tot ceea ce ma inconjoara, de ce?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;De branza.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am sa enumar totusi cateva fiinte/obiecte la care tin/ador/iubesc...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In primul rand iubesc culorile&lt;br /&gt;*verdele : dupa cum stiti [unii ma rog, simtiti-va ma] e culoarea mea preferata [o am si la mess], imi place pentru ca e mereu vesela, agitata, proaspata si totusi nu e prea tipatoare .&lt;br /&gt;*negru : e negru .&lt;br /&gt;*alb : ma imbrac in alb, ma simt ca un inger ca mama dracu' .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iubesc florile :&lt;br /&gt;*Crinii : simpli, putesc frumos, sunt simpatici, sunt minunati, altceva? Sunt perfecti.&lt;br /&gt;*Trandafirii : cele mai comune flori, dupa "basina-porcului", toata lumea iubeste trandafirii, mergi la o intalnire, ce primesti? Trandafiri. Sunt frumosi ce-i drept, insa nu ma impresioneaza . [injurati-ma sentimentalilor, romanticilor]&lt;br /&gt;*Ghiocelul : floarea mamicilor, copiii nu au salariu, copiii au alocatii [pe care nu le primesc, bineinteles], asa ca ei cumpara ghiocei, sunt ieftini, draguti si miros frumos.&lt;br /&gt;*Zambile : nume de tiganca/magar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iubesc animalele :&lt;br /&gt;*Pisicile : sunt animalele mele preferate, motivul? Sunt perfecte, nu latra, nu musca, nu te umplu de bale, sunt minunate, pana lasa par si trebuie sa le schimbi nisipul .&lt;br /&gt;*Cainii : da, cainii sunt minunati, nu suport javrele mici care latra ca proastele, imi plac cainii de talie mai inalta si Lucky.&lt;br /&gt;*Pestii : poti oricand sa-i scoti in lesa.&lt;br /&gt;*Caii : sunt minunati, ii ador .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iubesc baietii&lt;br /&gt;*timizi : pana nu incep sa se ascunda dupa tine cand vad un "dulau" [baiat mai mare, gen periculos]&lt;br /&gt;*feminizati : pana nu-mi fura balsamul, oja si fardurile.&lt;br /&gt;*plini de ei : pana nu ma compara cu Magan.&lt;br /&gt;*sportivi : pana nu ma inlocuieste cu o minge.&lt;br /&gt;*duri : pana nu se cerata cu prietenul meu cel mai bun pe motivul "gelozia"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi iubesc prietenele&lt;br /&gt;*mereu langa tine : pana nu ma bat la cap sa le spun tooooaaate problemele&lt;br /&gt;*Utilizatorul cu numarul 076....te roaga sa-l contactezi : pai sa ma pupi in varfu' degetului mijlociu, ce sunt eu? Banca?&lt;br /&gt;*perfecte : ce moment poate sa fie mai penibil ? Ala cand prietena ta s-a incurcat cu cea mai buna prietena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi iubesc parintii :&lt;br /&gt;*aici sunt prea multe de spus, asa ca ma rezum asta .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam astea ar fi...&lt;br /&gt;Bineinteles, iubesc mai multe chestii, dar prefer sa raman aici.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-8699437560120933338?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/8699437560120933338/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/05/tu-numai-scrii-nimic-pe-blogu-ala.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/8699437560120933338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/8699437560120933338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/05/tu-numai-scrii-nimic-pe-blogu-ala.html' title='Tu numai scrii nimic pe blogu&apos; ala?'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TAJR0iIrOyI/AAAAAAAAAIw/0Q27oHC2cEM/s72-c/11r7kaq.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-5012741004368600650</id><published>2010-05-16T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T04:52:54.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abureli .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TAJRhaKlk5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/6fx5unLjAjc/s1600/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477029731237204882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TAJRhaKlk5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/6fx5unLjAjc/s400/scan0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abureli, vorbesti cu cineva pe mess [zic] si incepi sa'i torni lucruri total neadevarat cu motivul "vreau sa par mai interesant", plictisitor, jumatate din lucrurile pe care le spui pe mess/net in general, sunt lucruri care nici macar nu te caracterizeaza, motivul ? Vreai sa pari mai interesant . Nu o sa neg...nici eu nu sunt ceea ce par, iar multe lucruri pe care le spun nu ma caracterizeaza, acest blog arata faptul ca am mai multe personalitati si nu stiu care dintre ele e cea care e cu adevarat a mea ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abureli, da, abureli, chestii pe care le spui fara sa gandesti, chestii pe care le spui si dupa te gandesti "de ce mama ei de treaba am zis asta?!"...dar niciodata cand minti nu ii spui respectivului prost care te-a crezut, ca ai mintit, ii spui in ultimul caz ca ai...glumit?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ar mai fi si glumele, misto-urile pe seama unor personaje, unii sunt genu' "eu fac glume pe seama ta, tu sa nu faci glume cu mine, ca na, eu nu-ti permit".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pozele dupa mess, cand faci cu cineva cunostinta, ai grija sa fie cat mai "originare" gugal, deviantArt, fais buc si tot asa&lt;strong&gt; , sau daca esti cat de cat bun/a, pui poze cu tine, dar sa fie cat mai "editate", mai bine facute, mai own-nate...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bun, faza poze este gata si cea cu "glumitele", acum faza gigolo sau femeia fatala, ar fi o chestie gen : mama, am fost in ziua "x" la o petrecere mi-am tras'o cu jamatate din populatie, sunt jmecher!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sau in cazul fetelor : I-am dat papucii, ce ratangiu, e cel mai popular din scoala si eu i'am dat papucii, oricum l'am inselat! [pe ton de manea]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spunand astfel, lumea "virtuala" e plina de : &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- intelectuali&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-emo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-rock-eri&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-bombe secsi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-barbati fatali&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-englizii&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-anti-manelisti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...etc.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***N'am gasit o imagine...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-5012741004368600650?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/5012741004368600650/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/05/abureli.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/5012741004368600650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/5012741004368600650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/05/abureli.html' title='Abureli .'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/TAJRhaKlk5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/6fx5unLjAjc/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-6769417944157328813</id><published>2010-05-14T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T08:16:51.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Si cine spune?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S-1hks1jNyI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ZyQ28C8BP4A/s1600/smoke_by_nymphadooora2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471136405463971618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S-1hks1jNyI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ZyQ28C8BP4A/s400/smoke_by_nymphadooora2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indubitabil, exact, logic, cuvinte des folosite de mine si care lasa un gust amar in urma dand impresia de o simpla aroganta.&lt;br /&gt;Probabil, doar o persoana care nu ma cunoaste, chiar si asa nu cred ca exista acel specimen suficient de dotat mintal incat sa'mi inteleaga reactiile, sa ma inteleaga pe mine, deoarece nici eu nu ma inteleg.&lt;br /&gt;Folosind cuvinte care nu sunt tocmai cuvinte din masa fundamentala a vocabularului arat ca sunt fraiera, sunt, oare de ce? Pentru ca uneori le folosesc in exces, aratand astfel cat sunt de aroganta, figuranta, incredibil de plina de mine.&lt;br /&gt;Asta fiind eu, recunosc ca pun sentimente pentru orice/oricine, chiar daca nu merita. Plang din orice, plang la comanda, am fata de copil cuminte, insa nu sunt asa, sau sunt? In comparatie cu altii "da"!&lt;br /&gt;Si...cine spune asta??&lt;br /&gt;Eu!&lt;br /&gt;Cine esti tu, ma rog?&lt;br /&gt;Sunt cine am eu chef!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In alta ordine de idei sunt perfect normala, sau macar asa cred. Nu sunt genu' de persoana : traiesc in lumea mea, am id "pastile_colorate", nu iubesc cafeaua, nu fumez excesiv doar de dragul de a parea "interesanta", recunosc ca imi iubesc familia si nu bag chestii gen "tata e un comunist" doar pentru a parea la fel ca altii, nu spun ca sunt deosebita cand nu sunt, nu spun ca sunt ciudata sunt ca toti cei din jurul meu, sunt o copie, xerox.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat trei cuvinte in engleza si le folosesc in draci, doar, doar ma observa si pe mine cineva, what the fuck???&lt;br /&gt;Sunt rockertita, de ce? Pentru ca asa a spus o fetita de 7 ani . [Copii mereu spun adevarul]&lt;br /&gt;Da' de ce mama dracu vb despre mine?&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca e blogu' meu si fac ce vreau pe el :&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-6769417944157328813?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/6769417944157328813/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/05/si-cine-spune.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/6769417944157328813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/6769417944157328813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/05/si-cine-spune.html' title='Si cine spune?'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S-1hks1jNyI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ZyQ28C8BP4A/s72-c/smoke_by_nymphadooora2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-3560015934826845547</id><published>2010-05-10T04:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T05:34:41.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Va iubesc, tampitilor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S-f2Dg_xzeI/AAAAAAAAAII/mcKcdCQp0mI/s1600/High_School_Girl_Pride_by_February20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469610812722236898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S-f2Dg_xzeI/AAAAAAAAAII/mcKcdCQp0mI/s400/High_School_Girl_Pride_by_February20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Timp de atatia ani, mi-ati fost ca o familie, va iubesc, nu credeam ca o sa va zic, dar sunteti si sper sa ramaneti niste persoane importante pentru mine.&lt;br /&gt;Imi aduc aminte cum in clasa 1, am venit mica, uratica, timida, infricosata si dornica de a aflat cat mai multe lucruri in clasa intai C, da, dar asa erati toti, mici, urati si prosti, cu voi am petrecut cele mai frumoase momente, am incercat sa va cunosc pe fiecare in parte si uneori mi-am luat la revedere de la unii si au venit altii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi aduc aminte cand Florin s-a scapat de el, cand a inceput Ghita sa planga ca a luat locul 2, cand Fabian se dadea la Veronica, cand Daiana a zis ca are haina din blana de rata, cand venea Mat cu freza gen "lins de vaca", cand iulian a zis "o astept la usa si ii dau una-n cap" pentru profa de desen, cand am chiulit toti intr-a 6-a la engleza si ne-am bagat gecile, ghiozdanele, tot, in dulapuri [de parca nu se vedeau] si am sarit pe geam [nu aveam usa...nuuu], cand Maria i'a pocit numele lu' profu' de mate din Antof in Pantof, cand a murit domana profesoara de istorie si am fost toti unul langa altul, ne-am sprijinit si ne-am incurajat, cand a venit dirigu' la noi si radeam si continuam sa radem la fiecare ora, cand am invatat imnul clasei&lt;br /&gt;"Daaaanga-laaaanga... laaaanga-daaanga...&lt;br /&gt;Sună-n asfinţit talanga.&lt;br /&gt;Şi de la păşune, iaca,&lt;br /&gt;Tacticoasă, vine vaca.&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai vrea să umble creanga.&lt;br /&gt;Vine-acasă. Laaanga-daaaanga..."&lt;br /&gt;Cand am venit cu 4 pisicute la scoala si nu ne-a zis nimeni [cu exceptia baietilor] nimic, cand am fumat cu voi prima tigara, cand am facut ca un tren dupa primul fum de trabuc, cand am zis ca o sa ma imbat la banchet [bineinteles ca nu o sa fac asa ceva &gt;:)], cand am primit de la posta scolii un biletel de dragoste[vai Doamne] de la adrian, cand am iesit pe hol si m'am inrosit laaa el...ma abtin, cand am luat primul patru [istorie], cand ati ramas [ca prostii] corigenti la istorie si am fost toti unul langa altul, cand m'am ciufulit cu Maria, cand m'am gadit ca mai este doar o luna pana cand o sa mergem fiecare la licee diferite si doar o luna pana cand o sa renunt la aceasta familie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va iubesc maxim, grav, intens si profund !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-3560015934826845547?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/3560015934826845547/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/05/vai-iubesc-tampitilor.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/3560015934826845547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/3560015934826845547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/05/vai-iubesc-tampitilor.html' title='Va iubesc, tampitilor!'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S-f2Dg_xzeI/AAAAAAAAAII/mcKcdCQp0mI/s72-c/High_School_Girl_Pride_by_February20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-8894836336697825672</id><published>2010-05-06T10:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T10:26:59.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speranta ta!</title><content type='html'>Un actor grabit, care spune, replica si-apoi a plecat zambind,&lt;br /&gt;Un actor grabit, care-a si uitat, ce a rostit, pe scena,&lt;br /&gt;Un actor grabit, care pleaca, imediat ce piesa a luat sfarsit,&lt;br /&gt;Bucuros ca rolul a fost usor, alearga iar.. spre un alt decor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-98c4269c9007c7f8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D98c4269c9007c7f8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331274768%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D455307E8450FDBA6122CE80D608584815D03DBF9.4827E69FC128CE3B79F3E6889151276D10DB0CB2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D98c4269c9007c7f8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEegDn0UU0DFJam5B2Ke39GAeblM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D98c4269c9007c7f8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331274768%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D455307E8450FDBA6122CE80D608584815D03DBF9.4827E69FC128CE3B79F3E6889151276D10DB0CB2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D98c4269c9007c7f8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEegDn0UU0DFJam5B2Ke39GAeblM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;La modul, vreau sa fiu altcine, pentru ca m'am plictisit, m'am plictisit de mine, de tot. Vreau sa schimb totul, sa sterg si sa o iau de la inceput.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vreau sa dau timpul inapoi, de ce?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nici eu nu stiu, nu ma intereseaza.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;De ce scriu toate astea? Pentru ca ascultam melodia de mai sus, si ma gandeam ca...nu sti cand mori si lasi totul neterminat...pana una alta, sa schimb apa pestelui!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-8894836336697825672?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/8894836336697825672/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/05/speranta-ta.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/8894836336697825672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/8894836336697825672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/05/speranta-ta.html' title='Speranta ta!'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-2049620642764330812</id><published>2010-05-05T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T05:59:36.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gugălu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S-Frm-CfZnI/AAAAAAAAAIA/i2kMr-4DnLU/s1600/Google_is_heaven_by_homeworkkills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467769739837138546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S-Frm-CfZnI/AAAAAAAAAIA/i2kMr-4DnLU/s400/Google_is_heaven_by_homeworkkills.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fac reclama [iar], dar asta deja se face peste tot, de exemplu' domnu' Vanghelie a pocit in gugălu' in toate felurile, nu poate sa faca un plural corect dar cu toate astea are un intreg sector doar pentru el, bineinteles ca nu sunt invidioasa decat sa am sectoru' 5 sub conducere, mai bine ma arunc de la 8.&lt;br /&gt;Google este un escroc, de ce zic asta?&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca atunci cand dai la obtiunea "ma simt norocos" cel mai sigur dai de un site porno ;;), dudu, pitici, eleve, profesoare, babe, ursi toti sunt porno, chiar si ai tai sunt porno, cu exceptia factului ca te-ai facut pe tine, asta nue sigur sunt mai multe posibilitati.&lt;br /&gt;Google, ne-a ajutat mereu pe toti [recunoasteeee], nu ai luat tu comentarii dupa gugal si dupa ai luat 10, chiar daca jumatate din clasa avea acelasi comentariu, da' asta e partea 2-a.&lt;br /&gt;Gugalu' se caca langa ghiuveta si da vina pe pisici...&lt;br /&gt;Gogle, este un hot, este un trisor, un bandit, nu am motive si nici dovezi, da' inr-o buna zi a sa te prind eu &gt;:P...&lt;br /&gt;Gugal, este sfant...de ce?&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu, intreaba-l...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam atat despre gugal, este un escroc cu nume pocit, este un fake :&gt; . Zic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-2049620642764330812?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/2049620642764330812/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/05/gugalu.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/2049620642764330812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/2049620642764330812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/05/gugalu.html' title='Gugălu'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S-Frm-CfZnI/AAAAAAAAAIA/i2kMr-4DnLU/s72-c/Google_is_heaven_by_homeworkkills.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-3645455625602550140</id><published>2010-05-03T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T10:04:21.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Romania!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S98Bp4kS3DI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8Bt2Johpbl4/s1600/b9c6f467b99f5e29b513d813c4af8592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467090291721952306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S98Bp4kS3DI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8Bt2Johpbl4/s400/b9c6f467b99f5e29b513d813c4af8592.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau ca acest blog sa fie strict ideea mea, ok, de ce mi s-a sculat mie ideea asta, pentru ca azi, ca in toate zilele, il ascultam pe maretul Teo, m-am gandit ce ar fi daca l-as plagia, la o adica, nu vine teo sa-mi ceara drepturi de autor, zic...m'am gandit la tot cacactu' pe care-l manca el acolo si m'am hotarat sa scriu, despre cacat, despre Romania.&lt;br /&gt;Romania, Romania este o tara cu o istorie glorioasa, da' prezentu' cui mama ma'sii de tara ramane, Romania tara mancata de cur!&lt;br /&gt;Alta Romanica, ar fi cea invadata de : Tigani/rromi, da, sunt o rasista convinsa, daca e unu care citeste din intamplare aberatiile mele sa nu se simta jignit, sa nu ma injure pentru ca oricum ma doare-n cur!&lt;br /&gt;Revenind la ideea principala, romania este plina de tigani, ciori, porumbei, daca ar fi dupa mine le-as da foc.&lt;br /&gt;Si ca tot vb de foc si jale, imnul nostru [own Teo] este unu foarte convingator... nu are rost sa-i scriu vers cu vers deja bate la ochi si atunci teo chiar imi cere drepturi de autor, da' nu ar fi problema asta, e criza curului si nu am bani...de dat, bineinteles.&lt;br /&gt;Cat tot venii vorba de dat si bani, parca ar fi frati ce pisici, Romania este o tara de imprumut, faci ce faci ramai fara bani...de dat, te imprumuti, cu ipoteza peee...casa? aia pe care nu o ai logic.&lt;br /&gt;Imnul nostru e rist manea, e vorba de dusmani, valoare, moarte si alte rahaturi gen "Romania te iubesc!"...nu am nimiec cu acesta emisiune ba chiar urmaresc emisiunile dupa ProTv [va fac reclama mah :]&lt;br /&gt;Imi place apropo Tv, e de viata, de..."Dansez pentru altii" nici nu mai zic, ma incinge maxim Iulia, sau atunci cand il vad pe Baniaca in "panatalonii" gen colanti, e sexos, sexy balamuc...Imi place hepi aor, il iubesc pe Maruta, imi place si canapeaua lui, da tot veverita roscara ramane pe primu' loc...Romanio, te iubesc, fa!&lt;br /&gt;Fa, este un alint folosit de barbati in disputele : barbat - sotie aka stapan -sclava...iar dau in rasism ;;)&lt;br /&gt;Noi romani nu vorbim urat, ne e rusine, ne spalam la gura daca vorbim urat, cu sapun bineinteles, nu vorbim urat ce aia pe care n-o am...nu pot sa pronunt acel cuvant, decat in maxima capacitate de nervi si atunci in soapta in general abordez "Tuna-r-ar si fulge-r-ar tunetele si fulgerele ei de treaba" sau ma iau de ma'sa :&gt;, mama ei de treaba.&lt;br /&gt;Noi romani sunt primitori sau primitivi depinde, ne iubim aproapele mai ales aia din alte tari...ca doar na'...sunt din alte tari...&lt;br /&gt;Noi romania, muncim, ne place sa culegem, diverse : bani, laude, succese,ghinionuri, vot-uri pe spaga, capsuni si alte rahaturi la modu' fac orice e pe bani...Mi-as dorii ca peste cativa ani...sa merg in Spanaia[ exemplu] siii...atunci cand zic ca sunt &lt;strong&gt;romanca &lt;/strong&gt;sa intinda mana sa ma salute nu sa desfaca slitul...noi, romanii ii uram pe aia care ne fac de cacat si ne strica renumele prin alte tari, avem sa ceva?&lt;br /&gt;Avem renume, ce nume panaaa mea??&lt;br /&gt;Continuu lista, noi romani sunte iubitori, intr-o relatie nu spune "te iubesc" in primele 2 luni, motivul ? Tu sti mai bine, tampitii stiu de ce.&lt;br /&gt;Intr-o relatie fata nu se culca cu potentialu' animal, prefera sa vina si a 2-a, si a 3-a, si 4-a intalnire, usor usor se ajunge si acolo, genul asta de femei sunt cele care nu fac bine, clar stiu si ele asta, dar prefera sa se afle mai tarziu, ca doar nu e prost ala dupa o noapte de asa si dupa ce ii zboara creierii pe pereti sa zica "Baaa, da' ce mama dreacu'...mie nu-mi trebuie asa ceva?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romani, merg la scoala, de ce?&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca asa fac si strainii, pentru ca ne place la scoala, pentru ca atunci cand intram la scoala suntem ca niste bucati de plastelina, iar invatatoarele ne modeleaza, intr-un cacat ce-i drept, dar un cacat cu diploma, un cacat destept, un cacat facut in Romania, crescut in Romania si cel mai probabil...cu un viitor in Romania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceva e putred in Romania, Romania pute in general, spalati-va baaa, ca nu va ucide apa, apa nu va ucide :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-3645455625602550140?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/3645455625602550140/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/05/romania.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/3645455625602550140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/3645455625602550140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/05/romania.html' title='Romania!'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S98Bp4kS3DI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8Bt2Johpbl4/s72-c/b9c6f467b99f5e29b513d813c4af8592.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-8946550705607831040</id><published>2010-05-03T04:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T05:00:42.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inca una...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S966th_mB5I/AAAAAAAAAHw/AKwvJvycM4Q/s1600/P010510_10.14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467012289056343954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S966th_mB5I/AAAAAAAAAHw/AKwvJvycM4Q/s400/P010510_10.14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* poza : el e Ghita, un pui de sobolan, mai exact un cobai, este singurul sobolanel/soricel pe care tin in mana fara sa tin !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cu ce sa încep, crezand mereu ca nu pot sa-mi spun părerea/opinia despre România datorită vîrstei si din cauza persoanelor care sunt mature/majore intr-un înţeles "mai mari"...care pot sa spună foarte frumos si uşor " TU? La vastă ta sa ai nervi?" "Da nenorocire ce eşti, am nervi, am nervi, am zis. Probleme?"&lt;br /&gt;Bineinţeles ca nu am sa pot sa le răspund asa niciodată părinţilor mei, pentru ca în primul rînd sunt mai mari. Da, vesnicul "sunt mai mari si au dreptate"...oare cine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce am inceput sa aberez iar?&lt;br /&gt;Pentru Hotel Cişmigiu, glumesc, ascult Vama Veche - Hotel Cişmigiu...&lt;br /&gt;Aberez pentru ca asta-mi place, asta ar fi un motiv, aberez pentru F*t-va în extremităţi, in 2000 a mai fost o "acţiune" de acest gen, acum avem puterea sa schimbăm ceva, pentru ca în caz ca nu v-ati dat seama [exista ProTv] e vorba despre uciderea cainilor maidanezi după străzi, nu am puterea sa fac mai mult decat sa apăs pe nişte butoane care împreună fac un "made in Ciaina"...tastatura, pe langa ura pe care le-o simt celor care lovesc animalele fără motiv&lt;br /&gt;Nu ca sunt o mare iubitoare de javre, doar ca nu sunt pro cruzime, cu alte cuvinte revenim la strămoşi, oricum suntem consideraţi "oamenii cavernelor"...oare de ce?&lt;br /&gt;Aceste animale nu au nicio vina ca sunt pe străzi, unica lor vina sunt acele "atace" frecvente...din acesta cauza am si o oarecare reţinere fata de "drăgălaşenia" lor, cu toate astea nu sunt de acord cu uciderea lor,plus ca dacă este sa te gandesti ca sunt atîta oameni ca arunca puii de pisica/cîine sau ce jivina mai au ei la ghena, eu sunt un prim exemplu, am găsit 4 pisici mici la ghenă, impreuna cu Ade, asta e alta poveste, chestia in sine e ca noi oamenii suntem cele mai josnice animale, da, mă simt, simteste-te si tu, animalule!&lt;br /&gt;Iubesc pisicile, sunt animalele mele preferate, mi se par adorabile si din mai multe puncte de vedere.&lt;br /&gt;Nu-mi plac rozatoarele, imi este frica de ele [soarecii, sobolanii] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-8946550705607831040?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/8946550705607831040/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/05/inca-una.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/8946550705607831040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/8946550705607831040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/05/inca-una.html' title='Inca una...'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S966th_mB5I/AAAAAAAAAHw/AKwvJvycM4Q/s72-c/P010510_10.14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-5279803109299642053</id><published>2010-04-29T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T07:23:28.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rasfat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S9mVDZU9yzI/AAAAAAAAAHo/wtLYBzXz998/s1600/Picture+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465563508361775922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S9mVDZU9yzI/AAAAAAAAAHo/wtLYBzXz998/s400/Picture+135.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*poza : cine, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Domne&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ştie&lt;/span&gt; ce nu am primit...copil trist! 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ofer &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_75" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;puţine&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_76" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mă&lt;/span&gt; consider nimic, nimic am zis...&lt;br /&gt;["Banii &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_77" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;melodie&lt;/span&gt; bani,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_78" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tragedie&lt;/span&gt; banii,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_79" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;comedie&lt;/span&gt; banii&lt;br /&gt;sunt la fel&lt;br /&gt;bani ce culoare banii&lt;br /&gt;se &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_80" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;inmultesc&lt;/span&gt; cu anii&lt;br /&gt;ce savoare banii&lt;br /&gt;sunt la fel"...vreau &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_81" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_82" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;euuuu&lt;/span&gt;] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_83" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Eşti&lt;/span&gt; gata?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_84" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Da-ti&lt;/span&gt; jos &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_85" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chilotii&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_86" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Trăiască&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_87" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;aberaţia&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_88" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fără&lt;/span&gt; ea nu as avea ce scrie aici..! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-5279803109299642053?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/5279803109299642053/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/04/rasfat.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/5279803109299642053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/5279803109299642053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/04/rasfat.html' title='Rasfat!'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S9mVDZU9yzI/AAAAAAAAAHo/wtLYBzXz998/s72-c/Picture+135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-7863940217246962332</id><published>2010-04-28T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T12:05:22.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflexe de mogli, am zis!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S9iG5moqoVI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Z5s8RJ7OWFY/s1600/Kitty_by_Krazy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465266471995875666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S9iG5moqoVI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Z5s8RJ7OWFY/s400/Kitty_by_Krazy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bineinţeles, am tupeu si nu îmi e ruşine sa recunosc, am inspiraţie cînd îmi e somn...&lt;br /&gt;Titlul, oare cine, nu dau nume, oarecum ai tupeu sa-mi răspunzi cînd nu mă cunoşti, oare cum ai puterea sa fi asa prost, oare cum ai puterea sa imiti toate vietăţile junglei, oare cum?&lt;br /&gt;Am ajuns sa cred ca "a avea curaj" a ajuns sa fie ceva gen "a avea lipsa grosimii obrajului" adică nesimţire, nu ai cum sa nu te simţi, culmea nesimţirii.&lt;br /&gt;Mogli, a fost crescut în jungla, potrivit poveştii, iar unii au crescut in jungla oraşului, în jungla plină de jeg, nesimţire, animale care mai de care sălbatice, lipsa de bun simt, agramatii peste tot, oameni care scriu "imbrac" cu "n" nu cu "m", dar asta e alta poveste , oamenii adică animale, care nu sunt în stare sa facă un liceu, minimum minimorul si au tupeu sa ceară mai mult, oameni care au ajuns sa iasă în strada după ani buni de studii, iar acei oameni, oamenii care ne suporta pe noi [elevii] sunt ei vinovati ca au ajuns toate progeniturile la scoală?...ce pot spune? Reflexe de mogli...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-7863940217246962332?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/7863940217246962332/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/04/reflexe-de-mogli-am-zis.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/7863940217246962332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/7863940217246962332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/04/reflexe-de-mogli-am-zis.html' title='Reflexe de mogli, am zis!'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S9iG5moqoVI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Z5s8RJ7OWFY/s72-c/Kitty_by_Krazy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-3814222311852189517</id><published>2010-04-26T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T11:38:01.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S9XdBpoQUkI/AAAAAAAAAHY/iyDlu7ae20k/s1600/5764dd62da009c05339c09e1c570bdfe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 343px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464516743308268098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S9XdBpoQUkI/AAAAAAAAAHY/iyDlu7ae20k/s400/5764dd62da009c05339c09e1c570bdfe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ai simtit vreodata nevoia sa dormi, sa nu te mai ridici dupa scaun, sa stai nemiscat, sa te gandesti la nimic, sa nu vreai sa asculti pe nimeni si nimic, sa fi doar tu, sa nu te deranjezi nimeni, sa te gandisti doar la tine, sa fi centrul universului tau, sa fi cel mai important, sa stai 5 secunde cu gandul la...tine, sa fi doar tu si nimic, sa vrei sa sti doar de persoana ta, sa fi buricul Pamantului, sa fi cea mai importanta persoana, sa te consideri mort viu, sa vrei sa dormi, sa visezi, sa te imaginezi, sa fi langa cel sau cea la care ti, sa te mangai, sa te speli, sa te relaxezi, sa desenezi, sa canti, sa zambesti, sa faci cu ochiul, sa faci niste mazgaleli tampite, dar artistice, sa pui degetele de ciocolata pe peretii albi, sa te gandesti de durerea-n cur, sa nu te intereseze, sa iesi in chiloti pe strada si sa nu-ti fie teama ca toti se uita la tine, sa fi nudist in mall, sa faci dus in fantanile arteziene de la Unirea, ca tot sunt rosii [profit, uuaaa dinamo], sa te gandesti la viitor, sa vrei sa ai o casa, masina, bani, caine, masa, purcel si tot asa, sa vrei o gagica siliconata pana-n dinti, blonda de preferat, sa ai un dinozaur numit masina, care te zboara pe sosele, te imaginezi la 18 ani cu masina, dacie in orice caz, cu carnet si cu dor de duca...viata de cacat, ramai cu visurile, dorintele, sperantele, idealurile, ideile, rahaturile tale eu raman cu mine . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-3814222311852189517?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/3814222311852189517/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/04/somn.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/3814222311852189517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/3814222311852189517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/04/somn.html' title='Somn!'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S9XdBpoQUkI/AAAAAAAAAHY/iyDlu7ae20k/s72-c/5764dd62da009c05339c09e1c570bdfe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-6187444960088417273</id><published>2010-04-26T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T08:17:40.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>^Promit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S9WoxGXwn2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Ki_p4iWN7P4/s1600/Girls_just_wanna_have_fun_by_SsscorpiaaA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464459284361289570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S9WoxGXwn2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Ki_p4iWN7P4/s400/Girls_just_wanna_have_fun_by_SsscorpiaaA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promit sa nu mai copiez&lt;br /&gt;Promit sa nu mai ascult Chris Brown, pentru ca aaa...fardat-o ? pe Rihanna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promit sa nu mai răspund obraznic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promit sa nu mă mai iau cu nimeni în gura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promit sa nu mai critic după aparenţe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promit sa nu mai mananc fast food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promit sa-l ascult pe atotştiutor,Fabian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promit sa nu o mai contrazic pe Maria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promit sa nu-i mai zic Adelinei "vaca"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promit sa nu-mi mai etalez fitele de fata cu Miki&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promit sa nu-l mai fac :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-taran&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-handicapat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-jegos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-incult&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-fernando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-retardat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-prost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-ciunga-n par&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mogli&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-tarzan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-omu' cavernelor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-fofilizat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-tutunist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-fumator de rahat impachetat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-pitic anemic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-nonoporc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-semi-porc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-animal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-gorila&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-papitoi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-cocosel [legat de freza lui]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-manelist &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-copil crescut pentru "pensie"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-javra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-jevrel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-jigodie feminizata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-personaj din tom si jerry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-d'ala care se crede fotbalist :"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-respectiv ce merita sa vada zilnic de cel putin 24998055 de ori pe zi, magnificul deget din mijloc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-caine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-corcitura intre porc-magat-bou-caine turbat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-zmeu din Ileana Cosanzeana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mama vitrega din Alba ca zapada, respectiv Cenusareasa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*si multe altele, nu zic numele, il las pe individ sa se simta [Horsiii, doua degetele sus, ubire mica si animalica]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promit sa nu-l mai mint pe dani, cum ca Bau-Bau e un om negru pe nume "hors"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promit sa nu mai zic nimanui ca "il/o iubesc" desi nu-l/o cunosc &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promit sa nu mai fac pe nimeni de cacat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promit sa nu mai dau mucu [own Iuly]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promit sa nu mai ascult hannah monta aka miley cyrus [hai ca stiu sa-i scriu numele]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promit sa nu ma mai tem de injectii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promit sa nu mai port haine albe "Elena, scumpo, arati ca un inger!" "Merci, iuly, scumpo, stiam :"&gt;!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promit sa nu mai folosesc placa, decat din doua in doua zile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promit sa nu mai tip cand vad rozatoare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promit sa nu mai plang dupa baieti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promit sa nu mai pun la inima nimic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promit sa ma iubesc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promit sa-mi iubesc formele [pe catre nu le am, evident]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promit sa-mi iubesc cracii, care cica sunt lungi si drepti ;;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promit sa nu mai barfesc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promit sa ii multumesc lu' tata de cate ori imi da bani&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promit sa nu mai ies noaptea pe geam din casa,cand sunt la tara, vara, in timpul vacantei de vara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promit sa port fuste scurte, pentru ca am ce arata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promit sa port rochii, pentru ca sunt o domnisoara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promit sa nu mai fac colectie de cheii de la bere sau energizante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promit sa ma aranjez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promit ca o sa port tocuri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promit sa o sa le imprumut placa lu' ade si mariei de cate ori au nevoie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promit sa am grija de lucrurile mele&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promit sa nu'l mai jignesc pe Dani&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promit sa nu-i mai arat mamei semne urate pe la spate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promit sa nu mai injur pe nimeni, in gand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promit sa nu mai fac crize cand primesc cate un buzz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promit sa sun daca am un bip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promit sa va raspund frumos astora care ma luati la interogatoriu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promit sa nu va mai injur pe astia care trimiteti mass-uri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promit sa-l cred pe fabi, cand imi zice, indirect,ca am un blog de cacat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promit sa va raspund frumos, sa fiu civilizata, ordonata ce mama dreacu'...o adevarata domnisoara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Va iubesc[ scz greseala mea]!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-6187444960088417273?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/6187444960088417273/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/04/promit.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/6187444960088417273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/6187444960088417273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/04/promit.html' title='^Promit!'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S9WoxGXwn2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Ki_p4iWN7P4/s72-c/Girls_just_wanna_have_fun_by_SsscorpiaaA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-3262459162661987469</id><published>2010-04-25T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T08:20:33.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turma 1,2,3,4,5...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S9QtidLU2ZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/_3-aBnIgSRk/s1600/Sheep_by_cagedinButterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464042317878188434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S9QtidLU2ZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/_3-aBnIgSRk/s400/Sheep_by_cagedinButterfly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turma, eu cand zic turma ma gandesc la o multime, o multime care reproduce ce face alt specimen din aceeasi multime, ma gandesc la oi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cand zic turma, ma gandesc la un loc aglomerat, ma gandesc la oi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exista multe expresii legate de oi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;poza de grup - poza stil turma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;baiat obisnuit - inca o oaie la turma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;esti destept ca o oaie - oaia fiind considerata una dintre cele mai proste animale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tara de oieri - Romania&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nenea Gigi - fondatorul oierimii&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oaie - bani&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Si lista ar putea continua, din pacate eu nu mai am inspiratie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ne-am obisnuit sa-i criticam pe cei care ies din acest spirit de "turma" si fac ceea ce vor, au stilul lor si asculta ce muzica vor ei, nu asculta "turma" be he he...Romania, a devenit o torma, in care oierii sunt aia care isi permit sa spuna : "copii poarta pijamale cu Superman, Superman poarta pijamale cu mine!"[gigi in cazul nostru]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Daca tu ai un leu si gigi tot un leu, el are mai mult ca tine"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Daca ai o prietena nu este pentru ca te place, o ai pentru ca lui Gigi nu ia placut de ea"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Gigi nu face flotari, flotarile se fac pentru el"...Si lista ar putea continua, dar nu mai am memorie suficienta pentru a-mi aduce aminte toate exemplele de acest gen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daca ai 10 oi poti spune ca...esti inteligent, nimeni pe ruta a 100 de metri nu are 10 oi, cel mai probabil 10 neuroni ramasi in viata. Nu-i asa ca atunci cand pentrecei 8 ore pe zi la gradinita fetitele pe ruta a 4 scaune iti erau gagici sau foste gagici? Mare gagicar te-a facut ma-ta! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Nu fi o alta oaie, fi o persoana,&lt;br /&gt;Nu fi un alt Gigi, fi tu !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-3262459162661987469?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/3262459162661987469/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/04/turma-12345.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/3262459162661987469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/3262459162661987469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/04/turma-12345.html' title='Turma 1,2,3,4,5...'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S9QtidLU2ZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/_3-aBnIgSRk/s72-c/Sheep_by_cagedinButterfly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-3641631725339093886</id><published>2010-04-24T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T03:45:54.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbatul ideal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S9M2xV7QGgI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kG5WzLE9_jE/s1600/Emo_by_iluvdeath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463770994257697282" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S9M2xV7QGgI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kG5WzLE9_jE/s400/Emo_by_iluvdeath.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 288px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 384px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exista?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poate ca da, cel mai sigur nu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cred ca toate il asteptam pe al' mai blond dintre blonzi, calare pe un cal alb [o masina decapotabila, de preferat] venind cu un buchet gigantic de tradafiri rosii [nu-mi plac trandafirii si detest lolo-ul] si cantand o serenata la fereastra [urasc tampitii care se dau in spectacol cantand, cand ei sunt ,clar, niste afoni], cu figuri de hollywood [dorobanti la noi] si cu vreo 5 gagici la brat [o vrea pe a 6-a], cam asta ar fi barbatu' ideal: blond, bogat, figurant, gagicar, afon si multe altele...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Barbatii sunt niste specii, ne sunt numeric inferioare si cu toate astea sunt considerati mai puternici, din punct de vedere un barbat de 75-80 de kg arata bine, o femeie de 75-80 e o purcica, asta inseamna ca ei au voie sa haleasca mai mult, pentru a fi mai puternici sau de ce?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;in fine...am derivat de la subiect :). &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff99ff;"&gt;Postare scurta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-3641631725339093886?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/3641631725339093886/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/04/barbatul-ideal.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/3641631725339093886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/3641631725339093886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/04/barbatul-ideal.html' title='Barbatul ideal!'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S9M2xV7QGgI/AAAAAAAAAG4/kG5WzLE9_jE/s72-c/Emo_by_iluvdeath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-1855498594016619110</id><published>2010-04-23T06:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T07:24:25.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Logic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S9Gtc0V9E4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/uN0J4Ny8fsk/s1600/alb-tile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463338533575791490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S9Gtc0V9E4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/uN0J4Ny8fsk/s400/alb-tile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gandeste Eco Logic, asta e un slogan de cacat al unei firme sau ceva de genu', am observat ca de un an sau cam asa ceva, e o moda sa fi eco, sa faci totul ecologic, s-au bagat pungile ecologice, esti obligat sa le cumperi, ca doar nu vi cu pungile de acasa cand mergi la super market, dar bineinteles ca nu ai sa vezi niciodata, in Romania cosuri decat pe ruta a 100 de metri [am zic un numar, nu stiu exact distanta nu am intentia sa iau metru', eventual rigla si sa masor distanta de la un cos la altul], decat sa fi eco mai bine iti bagi un bat in cur, daca vrei sa pastram planeta "sanatoasa" nu-ti mai lasa ca animalu' incarcatorul in priza, bineinteles ca nu te gandesti ca peste o perioada relativ nu foarte mare, nu o sa mai ai apa, iti place apa nu? faci baie, sper...&lt;br /&gt;Dar preferi o cola, dar hai sa facem un scurt filmut, iti cumperi cola, o bei, unde arunci sticla?? o arunci unde-ti vine tie si deodorantul, stiai ca nu e bun pentru stratul de ozon? si o sa zici "pai si ce ai vrea, sa...putim toti a transpiratie?" nu ai dus sa te speli sau s-a intrerupt apa ca lumina, nu cred, zau si sa sti ca mai urat pute atunci cand transpiri si te dai cu tone de parfum..bineinteles si eu sunt o nesimtita care foloseste deodorantul, e bun si el.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sper ca ati inteles mesajul, adica mai bine esti tu decat sa urmezi un trend care nu te reprezinta, faci ce vrei tu, e o tara libera. Ecooo logic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-1855498594016619110?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/1855498594016619110/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/04/logic.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/1855498594016619110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/1855498594016619110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/04/logic.html' title='Logic'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S9Gtc0V9E4I/AAAAAAAAAGw/uN0J4Ny8fsk/s72-c/alb-tile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-6637679999041898690</id><published>2010-04-21T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T04:37:45.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eeee...DISCUTABIL .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S87iKQrLV4I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p-hhYQz9cow/s1600/P090310_13.000001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S87iKQrLV4I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p-hhYQz9cow/s400/P090310_13.000001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462552063949625218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Vrei sa vorbim?&lt;br /&gt;-NU!&lt;br /&gt;-Bine, nici eu...&lt;br /&gt;-Ba, vreau&lt;br /&gt;-Bine, si eu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  In fiecare discutie apre un factor "x", pe care il dezbatem pana il ia dracii, da' nu asta e problema, asta se numeste barfa, barfim fara sa vrem, ne place sa barfim, ne place sa-i facem pe altii de cacat si ne simtim bine cand parem superiori altor specimene din grupa "oameni".&lt;br /&gt;  Desigur, nu ne place sa fim barfiti, daca este posibil doar de bine, ne place sa fim laudati, sa fim ridicati in slavi, da' noi Nu, noi ii criticam pe altii si aveam asteptari sa fim bine priviti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Eu acum, am s-o barfesc pe... Ione, ione este o blonda absolut minunata [cu greu am gasit acest cuvant], insa are niste toane de te baga-n boala, mai pe scurt reflexe de mahala.&lt;br /&gt;  Ade, este o persoana minunata, cand vrea ea, bineinteles, cand nu are chef este cea mai nesimtita, egoista, insuportabila, NESIMTITA si vaca persoana in viata.&lt;br /&gt;  Maria, maria este geniala, mai putin cand se da in cacatu' ala de roata si dupa ii e rau, eu trebuie sa ma sacrific si sa plec, tot drumul fara sa vorbesc cu ea, mai are niste toate aiurea care pe mn ma enerveaza, nu poate sa fie ordonata, nu vine la timp si mereu intarzie&lt;br /&gt;   Ghita, ghita se crede perfect, se crede un mascul feroce, se crede destept, iar tot ceea ce am zis sunt doar minciuni, este exact pe dos :).&lt;br /&gt;  Guran, alt barbat fatal, cand are el chef te ia in brate, te pipaie pe cur si alte rahaturi convenavile, iar cand ii vin dracii este destul de nesimporcoman.&lt;br /&gt;  Fabian, nu suporta cuvantul "pisi", este alt mascul feroce, ii place abdomenul sau si il idolatrizeaza.&lt;br /&gt;   Alina, nu puteam sa te uit pe tine, este pur si simplu mofturoasa, da' e de treaba cand vrea ea :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Casian pute, i-as lua un sapun, da' imi e frica c-o sa-l manance.&lt;br /&gt;  Iuliat aka E.T, este fitos, are un vocabular si accent de cacat, este varza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Si bineinteles, eu, eu sunt o persoana de nimic, sunt nesimtita, nu am inima, urasc copii mici, arat ca dracu, cand zambesc, zambesc fals, imi plac barfele, imi plac baietii cu bani care imi platesc sucul si eventual vin si cu cadou[flori etc etc] la intalniri, imi plac hainele si le critic pe alea care au haine made in ghena, il enervez pe fabian din placere, comentez la dirigu, profa de romana, ala de mate si nu fac niciodata ceea ce vor ei, le raspund obraznic parintilor mei si nu sunt o prietena de incredere, sunt mofturoasa si niciodata nu sunt multumita de mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; E discutabil, e o tema vasta, doar ca nu am chef sa scriu atat, imi suna in cap o replica de-a iunelei "Ba, eu nu stiu engleza, da' daca ma injuri [amenintare si privire ucigatoare, la modul "daca as avea sageti in ochi acum ai mort!"], daca nu sti engleza cum intelegi ca te-a injurat, sau sti doar injuraturi in engleza, e discutabil faptul ca profu' de mate nu realizeaza cand face cacofonii "Eleva Nicula, serveste colegii cu curmale" "razi ca calu'" si alte chestii de genu, profa de romana se amuza cand il jignesc pe hors [cu motiv, arata ca dracu' are o freza de cocalar care si-a bagat capu' in wc si dupa a tras apa], profu' de mate ma face agramata la matematica, dirigu' ma sfatuieste sa-mi lipesc tricoul cu scoci pentru ca am decolteu [am, am] si tot asa :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-6637679999041898690?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/6637679999041898690/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/04/eeeediscutabil.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/6637679999041898690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/6637679999041898690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/04/eeeediscutabil.html' title='Eeee...DISCUTABIL .'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S87iKQrLV4I/AAAAAAAAAGo/p-hhYQz9cow/s72-c/P090310_13.000001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-1936290083424716941</id><published>2010-04-20T06:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T03:32:38.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Milogeala!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S82zFQc3t5I/AAAAAAAAAGg/PRGMuyMl2z8/s1600/P190410_09.47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462218825967056786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S82zFQc3t5I/AAAAAAAAAGg/PRGMuyMl2z8/s400/P190410_09.47.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu ati milogit pe nimeni?&lt;br /&gt;MINTI, toti ne milogim, toti facem ochii mari si zambetul mai putin evident, miscatul buzei de jos, privirea ajunge in pamant, o mai ridicam din cand in cand, nu vi se pare cunoscut?&lt;br /&gt;Mie da, fac mereu mutre de genu'...am diverse motive&lt;br /&gt;1.parintii : bani sau lasatul afara&lt;br /&gt;2.colegii : teste, teme, "nu te duci si tu jos si imi cumperi si mie ceva? nu las bani :"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;3.profi : haideti doamna, nu mai siti ca in clasa a 5-a v-am adus cel mai frumos buchet de flori si ca in clasa a6-a am facut proiect fara sa ne spuneti dumneavoastra, din priprie initiativa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si tot asa, avem diverse motive si diverse obiective, insa uneori ne mai moare mutra "catel simpatic" si raman doar lacrimile care pot fi mortale :&gt;, poţi sa plîngi la comanda? eu nu, da' o sa învăţ, da' pot sa par supărată [Gurane, fa-te si tu supărat!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trăiască sfantu' Milogeala, cine oare a inventat asta :X?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-1936290083424716941?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/1936290083424716941/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/04/milogeala.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/1936290083424716941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/1936290083424716941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/04/milogeala.html' title='Milogeala!'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S82zFQc3t5I/AAAAAAAAAGg/PRGMuyMl2z8/s72-c/P190410_09.47.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-7075841172756797529</id><published>2010-04-20T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T03:50:34.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Te...iubesc!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S82gPsofUJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/F2X9dr7xZpY/s1600/P200410_14.14_%5B01%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462198114609746066" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S82gPsofUJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/F2X9dr7xZpY/s400/P200410_14.14_%5B01%5D.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Şti ca am zis "te iubesc", da' de fapt nu te iubesc, nu ştiu dacă te iubesc, sa iubeşti pe cine e prea mult, tin si atît.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De cate ori nu ai spus cuiva ca îl iubeşti?&lt;br /&gt;-Te iubesc mama [pentru blugii noi, pentru ca m'ai scăpa de gura tatei, pentru ca eşti mama]&lt;br /&gt;-Te iubesc tata [pentru ca îmi dai bani, pentru ca mă faci sa rad, pentru ca eşti nebărbierit si mă iriti cînd ma pupi, pentru ca mă ciupeşte, pentru ca îmi trosnesti oasele si pentru ca ai impresia ca acei colacei pe care îi ai sunt pătrăţele]&lt;br /&gt;-Te iubesc prietenul/a cel/cea mai bun/a [pentru ca ai fost mereu aici cand am avut nevoie de cineva, pentru ca m-ai lasat sa copiez la test, pentru ca iti faci tema si pentru mine, pentru ca esti in stare sa stai cu mine la magazin 2-3 ore ca sa-mi iau doar un tricou, pentru ca imi zici cand imi sta paru' ca un cur, pentru ca imi zici cand exagerez, pentru ca ma faci: vaca, proasta, blonda cu par brunet, creata la creier, pentru ca imi zici eli[si eu tie mimi], pentru ca te enervezi cand iti zic "mariusica", pentru ca imi dai capace fara motiv, pentru ca imi zici sa incerc cu el chiar daca nu am sanse, pentru ca imi zici ca sunt o papagalita[ si tu esti], pentru ca uiti sa-mi aduci pix-urile, pentru ca esti mare, inalt, moale si pentru ca ma lasi sa te ciupesc, pentru ca esti blod si imi place maxim parul tau, pentru ca esti prost, da' mereu negi asta cu toate ca sti, pentru ca atunci cand nu te cunosteam de mai mult de 2 zile am avut totusi incredere sa-ti povestec cele mai secretoase secrete ale mele, pentru ca imi imprumuti hainele si uiti sa mi le mai aduci, pentru ca imi zici cand arat ca dracu', pentru ca recunosti cand NU gresesti, pentru ca esti TU]&lt;br /&gt;-Te iubesc obiectule [pentru ca vorbesc prin tine, pentru ca imi ti hainele drepte, pentru ca imi speli hainele, pentru ca scrii verde, pentru ca imi indrepti paru', pentru ca imi ti toate fardurile, cremele, bijuteriile in tine, pentru ca esti un obiect credincios]&lt;br /&gt;-Te iubesc muzicuto[pentru ca ma faci sa dansez, pentru ca ma faci sa te imit, pentru ca ma faci sa plang, pentru ca ma faci sa zambesc]&lt;br /&gt;-Te iubesc tastaturo [pentru ca atunci cand ma enervez apas in draci pe enter, pentru ca faci zgomot, pentru ca nu vorbesti, pentru ca nu canti]&lt;br /&gt;-Te iubesc pe mine[ ma iubesc pentru ca ma iubesc, pentru ca sunt : nesimtita, egoista, profitoare, nemancata, slabanoaga, proasta, vaca in devenire, pentru ca ma "spoiesc" pe ochi, pentru ca sunt tupeista, pentru ca nu mi-e frica sa-mi spun parerea, pentru ca ma doare-n cur de restu'.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da' va iubesc pe toti [mai putin pe tine hors, a da si casian sa nu uit de besleaga, animalu' de nu stiu cum il cheama(maria stie) :)] pentru ca sunteti cum sunteti si pentru ca ma apreciati asa cum sunt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-7075841172756797529?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/7075841172756797529/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/04/teiubesc.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/7075841172756797529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/7075841172756797529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/04/teiubesc.html' title='Te...iubesc!'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S82gPsofUJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/F2X9dr7xZpY/s72-c/P200410_14.14_%5B01%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-4135830786694211211</id><published>2010-04-17T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T12:06:42.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aia pe care ii iubesc maxim :X:X</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S9SSShzKvxI/AAAAAAAAAHI/m_6dJF0cnYM/s1600/DSC06235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464153094915538706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S9SSShzKvxI/AAAAAAAAAHI/m_6dJF0cnYM/s400/DSC06235.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;Ea e Rucs, cea mai noua prietena a mea, e o surioara mai mica :X, e o dulceata de fata si o iubesc maxim, este sensibila si ma hug-uieste maxim &gt;:D&lt;, te iubesc pentru ca esti surioara mea mai mica si desteapta cu o inima uriasa :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 mk&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S8momQuT8nI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/7_IWh-jrehg/s1600/169287428.img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461081398441144946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S8momQuT8nI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/7_IWh-jrehg/s400/169287428.img.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S8mDchG6GZI/AAAAAAAAAGI/1ksAcUMSne4/s1600/100_5849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 349px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461033682771811058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S8l9M2AOmvI/AAAAAAAAAEo/lyf7kymAixI/s400/untitledade+modified.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S8l8hzNB3II/AAAAAAAAAEg/Q42QrWzzu34/s1600/bleahi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461032943285820546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S8l8hzNB3II/AAAAAAAAAEg/Q42QrWzzu34/s400/bleahi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S8l8OxGTr3I/AAAAAAAAAEY/vBrPv4eM-CQ/s1600/16042010(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461032616303243122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S8l8OxGTr3I/AAAAAAAAAEY/vBrPv4eM-CQ/s400/16042010(007).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[roscata]&lt;br /&gt;Miky, mami mea de cand eram mica :X:X, o iubesc maxim pentru ca mereu e langa mine si pentru ca este o prietena adevarata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabi, este cel mai bun, cuminte, linistit, destept si cel mai bun prieten pe care il poate avea oricine, e genul de persoana matura care te face sa razi cand esti suparat, care stie sa-ti spuna un lucru in momentul potrivit si care are ceva cu parul meu ;;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ade[Alice], este cea mai tampita, nebuna, de incredere, energica, gica contra persoana in viata, este genu' de persoana "pitic hiperactiv", o iubesc pentru ca este prietena mea, este o persoana de incredere si pentru ca e Ade :X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iuly, o iubesc pentru ca are mereu ceva de zic, ii zice lu' profu de mate ca pute, ii zice lu' profa de romana ca are probleme la mansarda si nu ii este frica de ce se va intampla, o iubesc pentru ca ma consoleaza cand am nevoie si nu ma freaca la icre sa-i spun de ce sunt suparata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria, este o persoana de incredere, este fufi a mea si o iubesc maxim, o pot numii fara sa-mi fie teama sau lipsa de incredere "cea mai buna prietena ever", pot sa am incredere in ea si sa-i spun mereu ceea ce am pe inima, pot sa tip la ea fara sa ma astept ca o sa taca si nu o sa'mi zica nimic, din contra o sa tipe si ea la mine si o sa ma faca "proasta"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marius, cu toate ca mi-a suflat in lumanare in noaptea de Inviere pana m'au apucat toti nervi, are si el un loc aici, pentru ca este o persoana deosebita si pentru ca este de gasca si pentru ca atunci cand vreaus a vb cu el imi baga scuze de genu "imi fac tema, dnd"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alina, daca ar puteam ar vorbii la telefon toata ziua cu mine, o iubesc pentru ca este nebuna si pentru ca are mereu un servetel pentru mine cand plang :X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valy, este colegul meu de banca, o sa-mi iau un mare capac cand o sa vada ce poza am pus, da' eu tot il tin aici :&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guran[Guru, Guri] este un vanator de muste inrait, este un porcoman, este un blond get pe get, da' tot colegu' meu bun ramane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niki, imi este ca un frate, stie sa ma asculte cu tpate ca da sfaturi de cacat, ramane un prieten bun &gt;:D&lt;. Adre, hug maxim &gt;:D&lt;, este cea mai scumpa, draguta persoana in viata, ai ce discuta cu ea si ma hug-uieste maxim &gt;:D&lt;, este cea mai buna prietena virtuala :*:*:* Dani[fratele meu], este cel mai bun frate, mai are si el momentele lui, da' cu toate astea nu as schimba nimic la el, il iubesc mult si este cel mai bun, cel mai dragut, cel mai scump frate din lume :*:* &gt;:D&lt;&gt;:D&lt; :* Dani[wonder, costel] este un fel de tatic al chat-ului, mereu vorbeste cu mine cand am o problema si imi da sfaturi &gt;:D&lt;&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/7433250438752225743-4135830786694211211?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/4135830786694211211/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/04/aia-pe-care-ii-iubesc-maxim-xx.html#comment-form' title='7 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/4135830786694211211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/4135830786694211211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/04/aia-pe-care-ii-iubesc-maxim-xx.html' title='Aia pe care ii iubesc maxim :X:X'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S9SSShzKvxI/AAAAAAAAAHI/m_6dJF0cnYM/s72-c/DSC06235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-2783091856441648916</id><published>2010-04-15T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T07:01:56.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Girls Don't cry!</title><content type='html'>Asa se numeste o melodie pe care o iubesc, si care este un motto pentru bine, fetele mari nu plang [baietii mari nu plang, este originalul], ma incurajeaza si atunci cand vreau sa plang si nu stiu ce sa fac ca sa ma abtin ascult melodia asta.&lt;br /&gt;   Bine, nu am scris asta pentru melodie, ideea in sine este ca nu trebuie sa plangi pentru toti pulifricii [scuzati-mi cuvantul :"&gt;], dar am sa mai scriu si despre sentimentele sincere pe care le aratam persoanelor la care tinem.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               Sentiment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  *Sentimentul este proces afectiv specific fiintei umane.&lt;br /&gt; **Sentimentul este facultatea de a simtii, de a cunoaste, de a aprecia ceva.Constiinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Ai sentimente pentru o persoana pe care nu o cunosti?&lt;br /&gt;-depinde de cretinitatea ta&lt;br /&gt;-depinde de corasonu' tau :X&lt;br /&gt;-depinde de puterea sentimentelor pe care ti le provoaca acel specimen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ex : L-am vazut pe unu in statie la tranvai si m-am gandit la el o intreaga saptamana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai sentimente diferite fata de prietenii, iubitul/iubita, parintii, animalul de casa, persoanele dupa strada, profesorii, colegii, jeg-urile si tot asa .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Frate, eu aberez acum...mai aberez mult? nu stiu :X...&lt;br /&gt;Ai sentimente si pentru obiecte, eu imi iubesc hainele...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In concluzie ai sentimente pentru tot, iubesti chiar si copacu' la care isi face nevoile ciobanescul carpatin a lu' vecina'tu ;;).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-2783091856441648916?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/2783091856441648916/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/04/big-girls-dont-cry.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/2783091856441648916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/2783091856441648916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/04/big-girls-dont-cry.html' title='Big Girls Don&apos;t cry!'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-8855373581441139006</id><published>2010-04-14T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T09:31:15.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O zi in blugii mei!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S8XcLlA2RNI/AAAAAAAAAEA/1zrG7JNI00Q/s1600/P300310_13.30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S8XcLlA2RNI/AAAAAAAAAEA/1zrG7JNI00Q/s400/P300310_13.30.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460012214728934610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-30...nenorocitul de ceas suna, îmi vibrează perna, inima-mi tresare, mă trezesc pe jumătate si opresc acel zgomot, am ridic cu greu si dau o fugă...laaa baie :D, încep sa îmi fac dusul de dimineaţa care în general este rece [:x], mă spăl pe maini si pe fata, dau o fugă care sincer mă lasă rece, pană în camera mea si încep scormonitul în dulap :|...îmi scot jumătate de haine si după le arunc înapoi, îmi trag &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;blugii, si încep sa mă imbrac uşor, uşor, am mîinile reci si mă ating pe spate, fir-ar el sa fie de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;sutien, îmi iau maieul sau tricoul si merg, iar la baie...mă întorc si îmi iau &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;cămaşă după îmi iau &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;vesta si mă duc iar la baie si rămîn acolo încă o jumătate de ora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-50, mă intalnesc cu Maria [:X:X, destaptaciunea mea, Fufiii], ne pupa [pe obraz] si asteptam vesnicul 139, ajungand la scoala colegii mei scumpi care mai de care tin discursuri sufletesti despre jucurile lor preferate[ nu vreau sa fac reclama, dar nici nu stiu ce jocuri, spun doar ca au trecut de perioada CS]...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dupa primele 2-3 ore, ne permitem sa luam o pauza de o ora si mergem in parcul dintre blocuri, astazi am avut un mare noroc, nu am facut 2 ore de romana, prin urmare Libertate frate, poate falcultate si viata de noapteee :X:X, azi am mers eu, Laur, Niki, Florin, dar dupa 10 minute si-a facut aparitia Maria si Alina [nebunoooo], am facut putin misto unu de altu si dupa o portie de ras ne-am hotarat sa plecam din parc, ne-am indreptat spre bancile dintre blocuri, Stefan[ Guri boss] si Gaby[Rembo jr.] au venit si practic a inceput distractia, am jucat un fel de Adevar si Provocare fara Adevar, am ras cu lacrimi, am pus porunci pana a inceput sa se faca frig si am plecat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-20, ajung acasa, ma dezbrac, ma spal pe maini si incep sa ma iau de Dani[cel mai bun si tampit frate din lume, il iubesc maxim :X:X], pentru ca aveam nervi si era doar el acasa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14-48, Baiii grabeste-te!!&lt;br /&gt;Sa vezi ce ne face mama...&lt;br /&gt;Sunt in intarziere la 15-00 trebuie sa fiu la dentist, ajung si ma inatlnesc cu mama, sunt moarta de frica, genunchii imi tremura, FRICAAA, frica omule, dar...am scapat, luni trebuie sa merg iar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16-12...ajung acasa dupa ce facem impreuna piata...stau la taclare cu mama, ii povestec ce am facut azi si ea imi tine o predica obijnuita, iti multumesc mama te iubesc pentru ca oricand am o problema sti sa-mi fi alaturi si inloc sa ma judeci ma sfatuiesti :X:X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18-14...acum scriu si imi sterg nasul, ma gandesc ce sa va intampla maine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18-15, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;blugii mei sunt aruncati pe scaun si asteapta sa fie bagati la spalat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O zi in blugii mei&lt;div 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Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S8XcLlA2RNI/AAAAAAAAAEA/1zrG7JNI00Q/s72-c/P300310_13.30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-7531795406078696357</id><published>2010-04-13T05:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T04:26:50.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am ramas eu in urma...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S8Ro9C4_FuI/AAAAAAAAAD4/t7dU7K8DOXg/s1600/Found_by_the_heart_by_palfras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S8Ro9C4_FuI/AAAAAAAAAD4/t7dU7K8DOXg/s400/Found_by_the_heart_by_palfras.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459604046237079266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dupa ce citesti postul asta te rog sa-mi dai definitia de comunista* .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romania sau oricare alta tara, a ajuns in ultimul hal, de ce?&lt;br /&gt;Din cauza proceniturilor care la 14-15 ani se dau "smecheri" ca stiu sa tranga-n piept [nu zic ca nu am facut-o si eu si spun ca nu as mai lua, este un moft, o "fita", ceva la care poti renunta cu vointa, este un nimic], se lauda ca pot bea 2 beri si dupa se pot da mari ninjalai, se lauda ca la 14-15 ani se babardesc, se lauda ca la 14-15 ani sunt corigenti la 5 materii si isi pierd vremea in mall[ cu toate ca nu cumpara nimic :"&gt;].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zile trecute era pe chat [hug Adrenalin3 &gt;:D&lt; maxim], si am primit un pumn virtual si verbal de la o fetiţă de 13 ani "Nu vezi ce atitudine învechită ai", bineînţeles ca nu a sunat asa pentru ca în context apărea caractere care nu îşi avea locul, litere în cuvinte si cuvinte noi, ce nu apar în DEX [dicţionar explicativ al limbii romane]...litere pe care cred ca le ştiţi cu toţii si care apar tot mai mult în textele noastre "y", "k", "sh", "tz"&lt;br /&gt;M-am gîndit sa scriu nişte cuvinte modificate de ...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; noi :&lt;br /&gt;eo = eu, urăsc "eo"&lt;br /&gt;K = ca, cu &lt;br /&gt;yo = eu [yo_yo]&lt;br /&gt;fatza = fata&lt;br /&gt;shi = si&lt;br /&gt;ji = si&lt;br /&gt;pwp = pup, cred :-??&lt;br /&gt;papusha = păpusă&lt;br /&gt;boy = băiat&lt;br /&gt;girl = fata&lt;br /&gt;amn2 = amîndoi&lt;br /&gt;hy = hi adică buna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am scris si cîteva cuvinte în engleza monzolite sau nu...pe care toţi copii le cunosc si le folosesc în draci :)&lt;br /&gt;Am scris si prescurtări de cuvinte pe care, am ajuns la concluzia, ca sunt un fel de cod pentru părinţi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sa scrii corect este o fita.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-7531795406078696357?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/7531795406078696357/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/04/am-ramas-eu-in-urma.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/7531795406078696357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/7531795406078696357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/04/am-ramas-eu-in-urma.html' title='Am ramas eu in urma...'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S8Ro9C4_FuI/AAAAAAAAAD4/t7dU7K8DOXg/s72-c/Found_by_the_heart_by_palfras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-4264980131098736876</id><published>2010-04-12T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T03:44:45.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aberez :| !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S8MLpktBZ0I/AAAAAAAAADw/zqeq62LVZ2M/s1600/Super_Size_Me_by_Roux_S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459219982158227266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S8MLpktBZ0I/AAAAAAAAADw/zqeq62LVZ2M/s400/Super_Size_Me_by_Roux_S.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 287px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogul meu, ce scriu in el,tot ceea ce fac este o aberatie. Ratiunea si gandirea mea sunt si ele aberante.&lt;br /&gt;Despre ce scriu in blog, am un subiect anume?&lt;br /&gt;-Nu! Aberez, doar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gandindu-ma mai bine, am realizat ca eu nu aberez, nu fac nimic aberant, scriu doar ceea ce imi trece prin minte, bineinteles ca in secunda trei mi-am pierdut ideea care parea foarte buna si care ar fi putut parea un post mai mare si astfel ajung sa aberez iar si iar si iar...seara, inainte sa ma culc, sa adorm sau cum vreti voi...ma gandec la ceva dragut si atunci TROSC!!! imi vin toate ideile...si nu ma mai ia somnu', uitati-va cu atentie, chiar acum aberez! Aberez mereu, cred .&lt;br /&gt;Aberatii.blogspot.com &lt;br /&gt;Sunt frumusel,&lt;br /&gt;Sunt frumusel,&lt;br /&gt;Sunt frumusel ,&lt;br /&gt;Sau mai rog frumusica in cazu' meu :))&lt;br /&gt;Eu aberez,&lt;br /&gt;Eu aberez,&lt;br /&gt;Eu aberez, prea mult as zice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi cica am jucat volei, volei este un sport care cere prea multa atentie, oricum intr-un meci de 10 minute imi iau vreo 3-4 mingii in cap , imi sar ochelarii, ma doare nasu' si aberez .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-4264980131098736876?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/4264980131098736876/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/04/aberez.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/4264980131098736876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/4264980131098736876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/04/aberez.html' title='Aberez :| !'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S8MLpktBZ0I/AAAAAAAAADw/zqeq62LVZ2M/s72-c/Super_Size_Me_by_Roux_S.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-8616921365601214643</id><published>2010-04-11T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T10:13:16.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Complexata,eu?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S8IC2GPmZ3I/AAAAAAAAADA/QJgAiy4Ne-4/s1600/Ugly_duckling_by_EViL_KiTTeeh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S8IC2GPmZ3I/AAAAAAAAADA/QJgAiy4Ne-4/s320/Ugly_duckling_by_EViL_KiTTeeh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458928826738698098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Nu ai complexe, nu esti om."&lt;br /&gt;                    Alexandra.&lt;br /&gt;Am eu complexe?&lt;br /&gt;...probabil ca da sau poate ca nu...&lt;br /&gt; Mama zice ca am...&lt;br /&gt;  Eu zic ca nu, sunt doar nemultumita de felul in care arat...este normal&lt;br /&gt;Sau nu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar...oare de unde am acele complexe?&lt;br /&gt;...sunt persoane in jurul meu care ma fac sa ma simt aiurea in pielea mea&lt;br /&gt;  [Prima data am vrut sa scriu despre Statiunea Borsec...da' m-am razgandit, nu sunt suficient de matura pentru a aborda un asemenea subiect, mai bine aberez, asta e un talent de-al meu (B.s jr. stie :X:X)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complex = [definitie din DEX]- dar nu am gasit :|...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt dezordonata, incerc sa-mi recitesc postu'[sfat de la Fabian]...si ma uit parca in scarba, pentru ca nu stiu sa fac un post calumea...plin deee...de toate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si asta este un complex?&lt;br /&gt;Faptul ca ma simt dezordonata?&lt;br /&gt;Adevarul este ca parintii mei mereu mi-au spus ca sunt prea dezordonata pentru o fata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prefer sa arat asa decat sa fiu pupata-n cur!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-8616921365601214643?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/8616921365601214643/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/04/complexataeu.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/8616921365601214643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/8616921365601214643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/04/complexataeu.html' title='Complexata,eu?!'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S8IC2GPmZ3I/AAAAAAAAADA/QJgAiy4Ne-4/s72-c/Ugly_duckling_by_EViL_KiTTeeh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-6169830822858259333</id><published>2010-04-11T05:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T05:09:45.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nu imi pasa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S8G7_a_2SxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/SwdCYY7w4EA/s1600/kiss_by_ngominhhan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S8G7_a_2SxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/SwdCYY7w4EA/s320/kiss_by_ngominhhan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458850921603025682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ti s-a întîmplat vreodată sa ai impresia ca totul se întîmpla din vina ta?&lt;br /&gt;Ai vrut vreodată sa dai timpul înapoi si sa-ti repari greşelile...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai spus vreodata ca nu îţi pasa, ca te-ai saturat de ce spun cei din jurul tău, ca nu îţi pasa cat greşeşti, pentru ca eşti om si toţi greşim, si nu îţi pasa de tot ceea ce se întîmpla?&lt;br /&gt;Nici mie nu-mi mai pasa, de ce sa-mi pese?&lt;br /&gt;Îi pasa cuiva de mine? De părerea mea? de ceea ce sunt?&lt;br /&gt;Nu cred...&lt;br /&gt;Poate o sa credeţi ca sunt melancolica si ca dramatizez, nu-mi mai pasa&lt;br /&gt;Poate o sa credeţi ca nu am imaginatie...nu-mi mai pasa&lt;br /&gt;Poate o sa credeţi ca nu ştiu sa-mi trăiesc viaţa, sincer, nu imi mai pasa&lt;br /&gt;Poate o sa credeţi ca sunt nepăsătoare, asta e...&lt;br /&gt;Poate o sa credeţi ca...nu-mi place viaţa, imi place, am si momente d'astea...&lt;br /&gt;Poate credeţi ca am sa mai scriu la postarea asta, dar nu-mi mai pasa, nu mai scriu, nu mai am nicio idee...si nu-mi pasa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-6169830822858259333?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/6169830822858259333/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/04/nu-imi-pasa.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/6169830822858259333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/6169830822858259333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/04/nu-imi-pasa.html' title='Nu imi pasa!'/><author><name>Rosioara Xoxo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071092358239065490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S7NdJZq1bEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lzaBGR_QuXA/S220/Avatare+cu+Mesaje+Avatar+Messenger+About+Shit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S8G7_a_2SxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/SwdCYY7w4EA/s72-c/kiss_by_ngominhhan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433250438752225743.post-8717707908329658273</id><published>2010-04-10T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T05:20:18.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>^Intrebari?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S8DJBsusZrI/AAAAAAAAACo/dCbJhaBlvKM/s1600/p363088_250_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S8DJBsusZrI/AAAAAAAAACo/dCbJhaBlvKM/s320/p363088_250_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458583779397101234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De mici avem diverse intrebari pe care le punem parintilor, ei au grija sa ne raspunda cat mai departe de subiect sau cu raspunsuri cat mai "din filmele cu prosti". &lt;br /&gt;1.Prima intrebare este mereu legata de sexul nostru&lt;br /&gt;*TU: "Mami, ce e ala?"&lt;br /&gt;MAMA TA: "pai ala e...cuc/cuculet/cocosel/puta/putulica" niciodata nu spune exact &lt;br /&gt;*TU: "Mami, ce e aia?"&lt;br /&gt;MAMA TA: "pasarica/gainusa" bah...sunt penibile rau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.De unde venim...&lt;br /&gt;*TU: "Mami, de unde venim?"&lt;br /&gt;*MAMA TA: "pentru ca mami si tata se iubesc mult Doamne, Doamne, le-a adus un mic ingeras, pe tine!"&lt;br /&gt;**MAMA TA: "mami si tati isi doreau mult sa aiba un copil si s'au rugat mult, mult de tot si ai venit tu"&lt;br /&gt;**TU: "Tati,de unde vin copiii?"&lt;br /&gt;*TATAL TAU: "undeva, pe un camp de verze, acolo se polenizeaza copii, a venit o invazie de albine/muste/greieri/fluturi si au creat niste larve, din larvele alea au iesit copii"&lt;br /&gt;**TATAL TAU: "...:-" nu stiu, intreab'o pe ma-ta!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Cum se fac copiii:&lt;br /&gt;*TU: "mami, cum se fac copiii?"&lt;br /&gt;*MAMA TA: "pai cand doi oameni se iubesc fac copii..."&lt;br /&gt;**TU: "tati, cum se fac copiii?"&lt;br /&gt;*TATAL TAU: "mama si cu tata se baga in pat si dupa ce trece noaptea asteapta 9 luni si vine un oracaitor!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Poreclele copiilor :)&lt;br /&gt;*BAIETI:&lt;br /&gt;-putica [e un organ]&lt;br /&gt;-gogosel [ nu e de mancare, dar are denumire de haleala]&lt;br /&gt;-fostbalistu' lu' tata[cu toate ca al nici macar nu se poate tine pe 2 picioare]&lt;br /&gt;-animalutzu' [e o javra, de ce te caci ma pe tine?]&lt;br /&gt;-cacaciosu' lu' mama [e un cacat privatizar, el a lu' ma'sa]&lt;br /&gt;-ingeras mic [ok...nu e un ingeras mare, da' pute mai rau ca unu gigantic]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*FETE&lt;br /&gt;-zana [nu zboara, nu are aripi, nu are rochii ce stralucesc si dupa 20 de spalari, nu are bageta d'aia, da'...e zana]&lt;br /&gt;-loza lu' mami [nu e roza e rosie sau maro depinde de situatie, uneori e verde]&lt;br /&gt;-pitica lu' tati [pitica? da' cum ai vrea sa fie la x-luni?]&lt;br /&gt;-floricica mica [floare? pute omule]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^hainele lor ;))&lt;br /&gt;*fete&lt;br /&gt;-vesnic roze [ nue de mirare ca majoritatea uram rozul...]&lt;br /&gt;-albe [au, ma dor ochii, port ochelari]&lt;br /&gt;-galbene [ nu se mai vede chestia galbena...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Baieti&lt;br /&gt;-albastre [ce sa le faci...nu e rosu' deci e bine, UUUA DINAMOOO]&lt;br /&gt;-albe [+1 fete]&lt;br /&gt;-galbene [+1 fete]&lt;br /&gt;-verzi [uneori mai are si culoarea asta, trebuie sa se asorteze]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^camera&lt;br /&gt;*baieti&lt;br /&gt;-plina de masinute si ursuleti, camioane si elicoptere&lt;br /&gt;-albastra clar &lt;br /&gt;-covoras cu masinute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fete&lt;br /&gt;-plina de papusi, ursuleti, papitoi &lt;br /&gt;-roza si cu desene barbie&lt;br /&gt;-parchet roz,alb, maro deschis cu covoras pufos roz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...pentru ce au nevoie niste...copii, care nici macar nu vad toate astea?&lt;br /&gt;De ce oare parintii isi mint copii sia u pretentia sa li se spuna mereu adevarul?&lt;br /&gt;De ce parintii nu le spun copiilor exact denumirea organelor sale, oricum le afla?&lt;br /&gt;De ce, de ce si de ce?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-8717707908329658273?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/8717707908329658273/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/04/intrebari.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/8717707908329658273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Ce parere ai despre blogul meu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S8c5qR16lcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/9lfpqoKjKs4/s1600/fum..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h_IMhcMhnKo/S8c5qR16lcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/9lfpqoKjKs4/s400/fum..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460396471716844994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: Buna!&lt;br /&gt;^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: ai putin timp liber?&lt;br /&gt;iulia .: da&lt;br /&gt;iulia .: zi&lt;br /&gt;^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: poti sa te uiti la blogul meu&lt;br /&gt;^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: si sa-mi spui ce parere ai&lt;br /&gt;^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: adica ce ai schimba&lt;br /&gt;^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: ce nu-ti place&lt;br /&gt;iulia .: m'am uitat si ieri si azi si e foarte dragut...ma uit pe blocurile tuturor de la mn din lista&lt;br /&gt;iulia 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fucking...life: adica ce parere ai&lt;br /&gt;Deejay Klau: da&lt;br /&gt;Deejay Klau: scoate textele alea lungi din dreapta  &lt;br /&gt;Deejay Klau: adica lasal numa primu de sus&lt;br /&gt;Deejay Klau: si partea de jos de la blog e cam mare..&lt;br /&gt;Deejay Klau: la unele postari e spatiu liber prea mare...intre postari ma refer...&lt;br /&gt;Deejay Klau: cam atat&lt;br /&gt;^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: da' asa iti place cum scriu&lt;br /&gt;^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: &lt;br /&gt;Deejay Klau: da&lt;br /&gt;^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: merci &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: &lt;br /&gt;^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: da' asa iti place ceea ce scriu&lt;br /&gt;^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: ?&lt;br /&gt;How Could U ??: ...e super&lt;br /&gt;How Could U ??: deci sincer..calumea&lt;br /&gt;^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: merci &lt;br /&gt;^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: astea le postez pe blog&lt;br /&gt;^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: fac un fel de nu stiu&lt;br 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fucking...life: fac un sondaj&lt;br /&gt;^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: si vroiam sa te intreb ce parere ai despre blogul meu&lt;br /&gt;*.farrah.* .: hmmm... promitator &lt;br /&gt;^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: ce ai schimba la el&lt;br /&gt;^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: ?&lt;br /&gt;*.farrah.* .: pfff... chiar nu stiu &lt;br /&gt;^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: da' e ok asa&lt;br /&gt;^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: iti plac subiectele&lt;br /&gt;^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: &lt;br /&gt;^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: ?&lt;br /&gt;*.farrah.* . is typing...&lt;br /&gt;*.farrah.* .: in general,da &lt;br /&gt;^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: merci &lt;br /&gt;^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: si scz de deranj&lt;br /&gt;^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: Buna!&lt;br /&gt;^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: ai putin timp liber&lt;br /&gt;^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: ?&lt;br /&gt;Alexandra .: hey&lt;br /&gt;Alexandra .: da citeam niste bancuri &lt;br /&gt;^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: fac un sondaj pentru blog&lt;br /&gt;^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: si vroiam sa te intreb ce parere ai despre blogul meu&lt;br /&gt;^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: &lt;br /&gt;Alexandra .: care blog? o.o&lt;br /&gt;^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: da click pe sts meu&lt;br /&gt;^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: &lt;br /&gt;Alexandra .: asa. am terminat de citit&lt;br /&gt;Alexandra .: deci ai ceva. continua.&lt;br /&gt;Alexandra .: imi place&lt;br /&gt;^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: merci &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: tre sa te caut tot eu, deci &lt;br /&gt;^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: ai putin timp liber&lt;br /&gt;^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: ?&lt;br /&gt;PyCIu a.K.a MoarteaAlba: am&lt;br /&gt;^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: asa,deci&lt;br /&gt;^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: poti sa doi un clik mic pe sts meu&lt;br /&gt;^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: ?&lt;br /&gt;^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: dai*&lt;br /&gt;^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: mama ei de romana&lt;br /&gt;PyCIu a.K.a MoarteaAlba: as&lt;br /&gt;PyCIu a.K.a MoarteaAlba: asa&lt;br /&gt;^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: si sa-mi spui ce parere ai &lt;br /&gt;^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: si ce ai schimba&lt;br /&gt;^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: &lt;br /&gt;^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: .&lt;br /&gt;PyCIu a.K.a MoarteaAlba: exista about me si despre mn&lt;br /&gt;PyCIu a.K.a MoarteaAlba: sa dispara unu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: Buna!&lt;br /&gt;^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: ai putin timp&lt;br /&gt;^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: ?&lt;br /&gt;SyKa CRazY: da&lt;br /&gt;SyKa CRazY: &lt;br /&gt;^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: ok, ce parere ai despre blogul meu?&lt;br /&gt;SyKa CRazY: foarte buna&lt;br /&gt;SyKa CRazY: &lt;br /&gt;^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: e buna deci &lt;br /&gt;SyKa CRazY: da&lt;br /&gt;SyKa CRazY: &lt;br /&gt;SyKa CRazY: imi fac si u unu acuma&lt;br /&gt;SyKa CRazY: da nu gasesc nume&lt;br /&gt;^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: ok, serios, ce ai schimba la el, 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/&gt;Rude Bwoy is typing...&lt;br /&gt;Rude Bwoy: nimic&lt;br /&gt;^_^live.U'r. fucking...life: merci  maxim si grav&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parari despre blogul meu :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7433250438752225743-8107048068894053391?l=zoe-zozole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/feeds/8107048068894053391/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zoe-zozole.blogspot.com/2010/04/ce-parere-ai-despre-blogul-meu.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/8107048068894053391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7433250438752225743/posts/default/8107048068894053391'/><link 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