<?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-1921779294888822095</id><updated>2011-12-19T14:59:27.521+02:00</updated><category term='caini'/><category term='cosuri'/><category term='vacanta'/><category term='plans'/><category term='lacrimi'/><category term='pariuri'/><category term='pastele cailor'/><category term='poveste'/><category term='break away'/><category term='4'/><category term='kelly clarkson'/><category term='keep it real?'/><category term='barbie'/><category term='boys'/><category term='winter'/><category term='de la Cristinel :)'/><category term='gogu'/><category term='13'/><category term='bale curgande'/><category term='teoria 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term='cvinte'/><category term='raceala'/><category term='copyright'/><category term='andreii'/><category term='martisoare'/><category term='fizica'/><category term='baragan alexandra'/><category term='loves me not'/><category term='english only'/><category term='leapsa'/><category term='witchclub'/><category term='ciresica'/><category term='scrisoare de dragoste'/><category term='aberatii'/><category term='renovez inimi'/><category term='secondhnand serenade'/><category term='martie'/><category term='fluturi'/><category term='ninge'/><title type='text'>CHERRY BOMB.</title><subtitle type='html'>Fiica lui Hitler/Normala printre anormali/Stefi.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>264</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-5852769234393503953</id><published>2011-08-07T16:10:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T16:15:19.273+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Imi amintesc de prea multe ori,&lt;br /&gt;Cum te priveam uneori pana-n zori..&lt;br /&gt;Pe tine,cu gura rosie de zmeu,&lt;br /&gt;Cu ochii mari si negri,de zeu,&lt;br /&gt;Si rad amar cand ma trezesc din vis,&lt;br /&gt;Si stiu c-am doar ce mi-a fost scris,&lt;br /&gt;Ca eu te vad agatat de ale mele gene.&lt;br /&gt;Razi,cu mintea plina de ganduri rele..&lt;br /&gt;Eu stiu ca esti o-nchipuire,si rad iar.&lt;br /&gt;Incerc mereu sa te alung,dar e-n zadar,&lt;br /&gt;Tu esti un demon ce se-amuza chinuind,&lt;br /&gt;Ma minti cu ochii jucausi,mereu zambind..&lt;br /&gt;Si eu te cred,caci Eros se joaca cu mine,&lt;br /&gt;Ma face sa cred ca ma saruti,cu buzele fine,&lt;br /&gt;Dar ma trezesc imbratisand un aer rece,&lt;br /&gt;Simt si cum vantul prin suflet imi trece..&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca te-amuz ,ca sunt un clovn hilar,&lt;br /&gt;Te fac sa razi asa de des,dar e-n zadar,&lt;br /&gt;Caci dup-o saptamana,tu te plictisesti,&lt;br /&gt;Incepi sa fugi de mine si sa te feresti,&lt;br /&gt;Nu pot decat sa privesc,cum dispari usor,&lt;br /&gt;Cum Eros te-ajuta sa te-nalti,as vrea sa zbor..&lt;br /&gt;Sa pot sti ca-ti sunt egala,ca sunt ce vrei,&lt;br /&gt;Ei bine..n-am sa mai incerc,de azi te uit,&lt;br /&gt;Imi voi schimba si sufletul meu prafuit,&lt;br /&gt;Pulberea o s-o imprastii pe-ntregul pamant,&lt;br /&gt;Voi face-un suflet nou,mai linistit,mai sfant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-3158038327140926515</id><published>2011-08-07T16:09:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T16:09:45.055+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Preot pentru demoni</title><content type='html'>Nu am furat,nu am ravnit la femeia nimanui…Nu am luat numele Domnului in  desert,nu am fost desfranat si nu am ucis.Sau poate..i-am ucis pe altii fara sa realizez.Poate ca le-am ucis sufletele cu vorbele aspre.&lt;br /&gt;Continua,fiule…vocea domoala  a Preotului era ca o mangaiere pentru pacatele lui Stefan.Insa el simtea ca nu e deajuns sa se spovedeasca.O facuse de atatea ori si niciodata nu simtise ca in sfarsit are liniste.&lt;br /&gt;-Nu ai vrea sa auzi si povestea mea,Parinte?Nu e o poveste fericita,si nu are un final inca,dar cate povesti se scriu in timp ce vorbim noi si nimeni nu le va afla tot continutul…Asa ca vreau sa imi asculti povestea,Parinte.Vreau sa stii exact cine am fost eu,cine sunt acum,si cine o sa fiu..vocea lui Stefan era hotarata si impunatoare,nu semana deloc cu tonul pe care il folosea cand oamenii veneau sa se spovedeasca in fata lui.Preotul nu se impotrivi,facu doar o cruce deasupra lui Stefan si murmura cuvintele necesare,apoi se aseza pe un fotoliu de langa patul unde un om cu ochi negri,ingropati in orbite,sprancene dese ce defineau o expresie incruntata,buze mici,aproape cenusii,un chip palid si lipsit de orice urma de fericire.Stefan isi incepu istorisirea rezemandu-se de peretele din spatele lui,cu ochii pierduti,cautand amintiri de acum mai bine de patru zeci de ani &lt;br /&gt;-Copilaria mea s-a pierdut undeva printre tipetele parintilor mei.Eram destul de mic,cand inca nu intelegeam de ce orice sunet pe care il faceam pornea o cascada de certuri.Ajunsesem sa cred ca ii auzeam cum se cearta chiar si cand eram afara,incercand sa ma joc cu ceilalti copii.&lt;br /&gt;Intr-o zi am descoperit si Biserica.Nu imi fusese prezentata pana atunci,nici macar nu auzisem de Dumnezeu,dar cand am intrat acolo si am simtit linistea,am stiut ca vreau sa raman cat mai mult timp acolo.Am inceput sa merg in fiecare zi de duminica,ascultam fericit slujbele si dupa cateva saptamani petrecute acolo,eram sigur ca Dumnezeu ma va gasi intr-o zi si ma va lua dintre certurile parintilor mei.&lt;br /&gt;La una dintre slujbe,preotul a inceput sa spuna ca barbatul trebuie sa isi cinsteasca nevasta.Nu intelegeam sigur ce inseamna a cinsti,dar nu credeam ca insemna..ceea ce se intampla cu parintii mei.&lt;br /&gt;Dupa duminica aceea am venit acasa si am inceput sa ma rog.Vroiam sa se opreasca din tipat pentru cateva minute,vroiam sa ma asculte ca sa le pot spune ce aflasem la Biserica.Au tacut doar cand,obositi de atatea tipete au stins luminile si au vrut sa adoarma.Am hotarat ca aveam sa stau treaz cat va fi nevoie,doar sa il prind pe tata treaz si..calm.Toata noaptea am stat si m-am gandit cum ii voi explica tatei ce auzisem in Biserica,mi-am imaginat cum ma va lua in brate si isi va cere iertare..mai intai in fata mamei,apoi in fata mea.Cat de linistita va fi casa noastra si cum vom merge toti trei la Biserica duminica,asa cum veneau toate familiile.&lt;br /&gt;Dar dimineata,cand m-am apropiat de tata,nu a facut decat sa ma priveasca dezorientat din spatele ziarului sau.Mi-am inceput discursul sovaind,amintindu-mi abia acum sa iau in calcul ce putea fi mai rau,dar pana la sfarsitul prelegerii mele,am adoptat o atitudine mult mai puternica.Atunci cand am tacut,tata s-a uitat clipind rar catre mine,apoi a izbucnit in rasete isterice.Zgomotele pe care le scotea imi zguduiau sufletul,dar inca mai credeam ca se va opri din ras si imi va spune ca se va opri din certuri …insa nu a fost asa.Cand s-a oprit in sfarsit,a inceput pe un ton calm sa spuna ca nu credea ca imi voi folosi libertatea pentru a umbla prin “locurile alea pline de idioti”.Considerase ca,lasandu-ma sa ma plimb peste tot cat se certau ei,aveam sa cunosc lumea asa cum trebuie.”Baiete – mi-a zis razand – Dumnezeu e doar o gluma proasta.Cineva vine la tine si iti  spune sa te rogi in continuare,ca o sa vina cineva sa e ajute!De parca primesti ajutor gratis de undeva.Nu iti da  nimeni ajutor gratis,poate doar o palma dupa cap,ma auzi?!”.Pana sa isi termine cuvintele,ajunsesem la usa de la intrare a casei si,fara sa mai vad daca vroia sa spuna si altceva,am iesit pe usa si am inceput sa fug spre Biserica.Imi rasunau in minte cuvintele lui,le auzeam din ce in ce mai tare printre toate lucrurile pe care i le spusese mamei.Nu intelegeam de ce se comporta asa,nu credeam ca un om poate fi asa de negativist,desi nu intalnisem multi oameni.Aveam doar noua ani,nu stiam sa ma exprim cu adevarat dar vroiam sa schimb ceva in viata mea si asteptam o cale sa fac asta.Vroiam sa ii deschid ochii tatalui meu,dar acum ca ma gandeam la asta,era cea mai puerila idee.Da,eram un copil,ar fi fost normal sa fac ceva pueril,dar ma maturizasera destul de mult rautatile din casa mea si intelesesem ca nu ma va ajuta nimeni.Atunci,de ce continuam sa ma rog?Era ceva nou sa cred in toata chestia asta cu divinitatea,mi se parea ca asta chiar ma va ajuta…idei puerile.Nu stiu de ce incercasem sa il schimb pe el.Tocmai pe tatal meu.Era normal sa nu ma asculte,daca ma gandesc acum…Trecuse de ceva timp de cinci zeci de ani,iar eu venisem neasteptat in familia asta.Cum as fi putut sa schimb o idee ce se formase de atata timp?&lt;br /&gt;Nu mi-am dat seama cand am ajuns in fata Bisericii,dar stiu ca am sovait putin in fata usii mari din lemn. “Dumnezeu e doar o gluma proasta!”.Replica asta imi bantuia mintile.Am intrat incet si m-am uitat inauntrul Bisericii.Bancile negre erau pustii,iar in fata altarului palpaiau bland cateva lumanari albe.M-am asezat pe una dintre bancile din fata,care erau intotdeauna ocupate duminica si mi-am scos de la gat crucea micuta ce statea agatata de un snur mai vechi.Gasisem crucea pe una din bancile din curtea Bisericii si,cand intrebasem preotul daca a pierdut-o cineva,m-a indemnat sa o pastrez,zambind bland.&lt;br /&gt;In acel moment,o tineam delicat in maini,gandindu-ma la cuvintele tatei,la tot ce incepusem sa cred de cand veneam aici si la tot ce mi se intamplase de cand traiam.&lt;br /&gt;-Mereu am crezut ca oamenii care tin sa se aseze in primele banci au impresia ca Dumnezeu ii vede mai bine de acolo..&lt;br /&gt;Vocea venea din spatele meu si,in acel moment,eram mai mult decat sigur ca atunci cand ma voi intoarce sa vad cine spusese acele vorbe voi da de chipul zambitor al preotului.Am zambit si eu slab si am incercat sa ma ridic.In acel moment,mi-am amintit ca noaptea trecuta,cand incercam sa nu adorm,m-am lovit in intuneric de unul dintre rafturile din camera mea,sfarsind cu o vanataie imensa aproape de gat.Imi dadeam seama ca se poate vedea destul de usor,dar nu credeam ca m-ar intreba cineva de unde o aveam.In general,parintii mei nu observau ce se intampla cu mine.Tot ce conta era sa mananc tot ceea ce mi se dadea si sa fiu acasa cand se intuneca.&lt;br /&gt;Insa preotul m-a intrebat cu blandete ce s-a intamplat.Nu prea stiam cum sa explic ca m-am lovit cand incercam sa raman treaz pentru un discurs important,insa in cele din urma,citind simplitatea din privirea preotului,i-am spus rapid tot ce se intampla in viata mea.Cum era sa traiesc in casa aceea, cate cuvinte auzeam zilnic si cat de des planuiam sa fug sis a las totul in urma.Nu intelegeam de ce facusem asta,dar stiam ca ma simteam mult mai bine acum ca cineva aflase prin ce treceam zilnic.&lt;br /&gt;La sfarsit,preotul mi-a sugerat ca ar putea sa vina cu mine acasa.Sa vorbeasca chiar el cu tata,sa il convinga ca e mai bine sa pastreze 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cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-5013872779717376429</id><published>2011-07-16T11:11:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T01:29:33.761+03:00</updated><title type='text'>(insert titlu inspirat aici)</title><content type='html'>(cam asta face Ştefi pe la trei-patru dimineaţa,când o apucă nevoia de ţipat şi tre' să se abţină,zic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragă înger ce-ai fost candva fără milă condamnat..&lt;br /&gt;De ce,pentru cine-ai căzut aşa de-uşor în păcat?&lt;br /&gt;De ce-ţi duci acum crucea-nsemnată, râzând?&lt;br /&gt;De ce l-ai crezut pe-al tău demon,cu lacrimi in gând?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Îngere,te-a transformat într-un demon flămând!&lt;br /&gt;Şi-acum ai crucea in spate,ce o cari râzând..&lt;br /&gt;L-ai crezut,orbit de timp,de iubirea purtată,&lt;br /&gt;Aripa dreaptă ţi-a frânt-o,cea stângă de sânge-i pătată!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mă-ntreb de ce râzi,cu buzele tale amare,&lt;br /&gt;De ce nu vrei ţipi,să-i strigi cât mai tare..&lt;br /&gt;S-ajungă-n lumea lui şi  strigătul tău,&lt;br /&gt;Să-ţi simtă durerea provocată de hău.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Îngere,de ce nu-l tragi cu tine în Iad?&lt;br /&gt;El  stă fericit,dar ţie aripile-ţi cad,&lt;br /&gt;De ce îl ierţi,şi-i zâmbeşti acum fericit,&lt;br /&gt;Când cu-atâtea minciuni,de Rai te-a lipsit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demon lipsit de-un suflet,priveşte,&lt;br /&gt;În Iad te-aşteapt-un câine ce scânceşte!&lt;br /&gt;Fereşte-te,căci îi e dor de sânge şi durere,&lt;br /&gt;Când vei ţipa sălbatic,el va simţi plăcere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fă-ti loc între cruci,demon nebun şi sălbatic!&lt;br /&gt;Ascunde-te-n mare,în mormântul acvatic,&lt;br /&gt;Ai grijă,căci îngerul doborât se roagă şi azi,&lt;br /&gt;El va muri cândva zâmbind,dar tu o să cazi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voi fi acolo să văd,demonul meu,îţi promit,&lt;br /&gt;Şi-ţi voi zâmbi şi eu atunci,împăcat,fericit!&lt;br /&gt;Voi şti că-n lumea mea s-a făcut dreptate,&lt;br /&gt;Şi voi închide ochii,zâmbind către moarte!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-5013872779717376429?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/5013872779717376429/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=5013872779717376429' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/5013872779717376429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/5013872779717376429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2011/07/insert-titlu-inspirat-aici.html' title='(insert titlu inspirat aici)'/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-5215026311241332687</id><published>2011-07-15T21:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T21:44:05.456+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cum a speriat Stefi blogspot</title><content type='html'>Ok,titlul meu stabilit acum 5 minute era " Cum a speriat Stefi blogspot".Acum&amp;nbsp; ma gandesc sa il schimb in cum a speriat-o blogspot pe stefi.Adica pe bune,lipsesc si eu [2,3 saptamani,mdea] putin si brusc blogspot isi trage alt look si chestii?Well,things will change,I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Deci.Avand in vedere ca vara mea se refera la &lt;strike&gt;bocitul dupa toti trolli&lt;/strike&gt; dramatizarea in legatura cu baieti cretini si stersu' prafului de pe scaunu' din fata PC-ului si chestii da' genu,ma gandeam(mai nou,stefi s-a obisnuit cu activitatea asta) sa ma...omg it's so hard to say this...deci,deci..o sa....pff.am de gand sa...ok,ok,o sa ma apuc de invatat o.o there.i said it.Adica,la urma urmei,mama e super-mega-ultra-mandra de faptul ca i-am zis&amp;nbsp; "hai sa stabilim cand si ce si cu ce incepem sa invatam",pentru ca deh,maturizare,chestii,blabla.&lt;br /&gt;Bineinteles ca o sa cedez psihic de vreo 2-3 &lt;strike&gt;mii de&lt;/strike&gt; ori,dar am de gand sa imi pregatesc un discurs foarte sentimental si dragalas si [ew] chestii ca sa imi revin.Adica imi schimb skinul cu ceva de genu' pe care sa pot pune o chestie d'aia..cu text..care sa se vada cum intri pe blog.&lt;br /&gt;Deci planificarea de acum pare super usoara,gen am de gand sa ma trezesc la 8 [screwing my holidays all by myself,something's wrong] si sa ma dau cu capu' de pereti ca sa ma pot trezi cum trebuie pana pe la 9.Dupa care o sa accept ca mama sa imi bage o ora intreaga gramatica pe gat pana la 10,si o sa imi dau silinta sa nu fac greseli la gramatica sau tampenii.Si apoi o sa iau pauza[wowowowow] pana la 10'30 [pun pariu ca o sa se extinda pana la 11 uneori,dar meh],ca dupa asta sa imi produc ganduri sinucigase cu teoremele sosetelor imputite[as fi folosit eu alte chestii care sa urmeze dupa "teoremelor",dar pastrez un limbaj decent ca o lady de 13 ani(asa rau m-am tampit,da)] la matematica.Asta cu speranta ca pana la sfarsitul vacantei o sa fiu macar mediocra la materiile astea,si ca mama nu o sa isi dea banii de tigari pe meditatii la mate tot anul.Gen,inteleg,e un examen important,blablabla,dar tot imi vine sa-mi dau palme ca n-am invatat si ca da mama banii aiurea pe mine acum.Adica o sa dea,pe viitor.Dar ma in.gro.zes.te..&lt;br /&gt;Evident ca o sa pot lua pauze [tarararam!] de la postul asta cu "all school no fun",gen pe 15 august,gen de ziua mea pe 15 august,cand e si ziua lu' adi [dar a mea e de nume si a lui e de nastere],si pe 25 august,cand e ziua 'cumnatelei mele'.Pun asta in ghilimele micute pentru ca inca nu e oficial cumnatica mea,si pentru ca nu prea imi place sa spun cumnatica,dar cumnata-mea suna cam..psh.Asa ca de ziua ei imi dau monster kill cu alcool,si apoi revin la books and co.&lt;br /&gt;Ce post lung,nu gim?[muhaha]&lt;br /&gt;Deci,in concluzie si prin urmare.Imi voi ucide complet vacanta cu ganduri de scoala.My like is AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-4530256559174886605</id><published>2011-07-05T20:56:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T20:56:51.527+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cev</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Cazu pe pat,şi îşi închise ochii.Mâinile sale se mişcau uşor pe pântecul său cald,şi simţea&amp;nbsp; cum înăuntrul ei,rodul iubirii sale se mişca deasemenea.În faţa ei,vedea imagini cu&amp;nbsp; el,şi nimic altceva nu mai conta.Nu era important că acum era &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;la kilometri depărtare,putea să închidă ochii şi să îl vadă,să îşi atingă pântecul şi să îşi amintească de el.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Afară ploaia se înteţea,dar nu îi păsa.Scoase capul pe fereastră şi se uită în ploaie curprinsă de dor.Revedea ziua în care se cunoscuseră,îi simţea sărutările prin ploaie...Îşi curpinse pântecul şi oftă uşor,auzindu-i vocea prin tunete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;-Cătălin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Închise fereastra şi se aşeză în faţa măsuţei,căutând cu privirea călimara.Petele de cerneală se întindeau pe foaia albă pe care o pătase de atâtea ori,încercând să îi scrie o nouă scrisoare.Se aplecă şi ridică de sub masă ultima scrisoare de la el,şi citi şoptit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Iubito...&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;oftă şi mai citi încă odată cuvântul.Iubito!De câte ori nu visase să aibă alături pe cineva care să îi spună şi ei aşa?De câte ori nu închisese ochii,închipuindu-şi că lângă ea e un om pe care doar ea îl are,care e gata să se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;sacrifice pentru iubirea ce i-o poartă..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Şi acum,când o avea în sfârşit,nu putea să se&amp;nbsp; bucure de ea aşa cum ar fi vrut.O singura săptamână de iubire,însă iată că reuşise să supravieţuiască aşa.Poate motivul era un fapt simplu:Cătălin îi lăsase o parte din el acolo.Inima lui stătea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;închisă în plicurile ce ţineau scrisorile în care îşi scrisese dragostea.Trecuseră mai bine de opt luni de când plecase într-o nouă călătorie.Patru luni în care nu încetase să îi scrie scrisoare după scrisoare,deşi ştiuse că undeva,iubirea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;avea să se transforme în suferinţă,să atingă...gradul absolut de iubire.Dar nu se oprise din iubirea ce i-o purta numai lui ,şi acum suferea pentru asta...Îşi şterse lacrima ce îi aluneca uşor pe obraz şi se uită din nou la scrisoare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Cătălina...Îţi aminteşti de cireşul nostru?Ştiu că acum florile sale s-au uscat,ştiu că petalele sale de un roz pal,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;asemenea buzelor pe care le-am sărutat neîncetat au căzut prin părul tău şi eu n-am fost acolo să te sărut,să ţi le culeg uşor din păr şi să te sărut iar şi iar..dar priveşte-l,iubito!E acolo,ne aşteaptă să ne oprim din nou la umbra lui,să ne îmbete cu mirosul florilor sale,gelos că iubim..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mi-e aşa de dor de cireşul nostru..de noi.Poate că ai simţit atunci când petalele s-au desprins de pe crengi cum am căzut şi eu,dar să ştii,iubito,că m-am ridicat.Imaginea ta mi-a umblat prin fiecare colţ de inimă,şi n-am să te uit.În apropiere de tabăra noastră se află o livadă de cireş...îmi place să pierd nopţile acolo,să îmi imaginez că după ei vei apărea tu,şi nimic nu mai contează.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&amp;nbsp;În câteva săptămâni,am să mă întorc.O să fim iar împreună,inima mea va fi întreagă,şi n-am să mai plec niciodată.Până atunci,îţi cer însă să nu mă uiţi nici tu,şi să ai grijă de inima mea,Cătălina..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Oftă şi întoarse hârtia ce mirosea a iubire pe partea cealaltă,zâmbind amar.Scrise cu cerneală neagră,asemenea rochiei sale,se aflau rânduri întregi,cu acelaşi mesaj,&lt;i&gt;Te iubesc,te iubesc,te iubesc&lt;/i&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Lacrimile începură să cadă din ce în ce mai repede,şi se uită din nou pe fereastră,la stropii de ploaie ce se loveau furioşi de geam,dezamăgiţi că nu-i pot opri durerea Cătălinei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Se apropie de noptiera din lemn de nuc de lângă patul ei şi deschise uşor sertarul.Luă de acolo câteva pastile la întâmplare,şi îl închise încet.Îşi privi pântecul uşor umflat şi începu să suspine.Nu putea să facă nimic altceva.Înghiţi pastilă după pastilă,zâmbetul său amar transformându-se într-o grimasă,după care se lăsă să cadă pe pat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&amp;nbsp;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Ploaia se transformase în ninsoare.Între cearşafuri,stau două umbre,păzite de o femeie cu ochii plânşi,cu părul ca spicul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;de grâu.Trupul Cătălinei stă fără suflare lângă un ghemotoc ascuns de o pătură albă,de unde răzbate un gângurit uşor,dulce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;Chestie antică pe care o (re)postez.Pentru că îmi place şi pentru că pot. &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/1921779294888822095-4530256559174886605?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/4530256559174886605/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=4530256559174886605' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/4530256559174886605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/4530256559174886605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2011/07/cev.html' title='Cev'/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-1229581024442615921</id><published>2011-06-23T02:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T02:00:07.627+03:00</updated><title type='text'>bla,bla,bla</title><content type='html'>Stii,azi spun ca imi pare rau.&lt;br /&gt;Ca sunt de-o vreme-asa stricat,&lt;br /&gt;Ca un robot,candva al tau,&lt;br /&gt;Acum nu&amp;nbsp; pot fi reparat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si-mi cer iertare ca visez...&lt;br /&gt;Deci,iarta-ma c-am decazut,&lt;br /&gt;Stii c-am obiceiul sa creez,&lt;br /&gt;Monstrii ce candva i-am crezut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca ei sunt de vina,&lt;br /&gt;Ei mi-au rapit adesea mintile.&lt;br /&gt;Cu ei,am savarsit o crima..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mi-am permis acrobatiile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si credeam ca viata asta-i un carnaval,&lt;br /&gt;Ca-s un acrobat,pe sarma nesigura,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dar am cazut,intr-un loc abisal,&lt;br /&gt;Ce-o viata prin vise asigura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa ca,azi te rog sa ma scuzi,&lt;br /&gt;Nu promit ca incetez sa visez,&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca nu ai de gand sa ma auzi,&lt;br /&gt;Dar dorintele tale,nu le mai imbratisez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca asa o mai apuca pe ciresica nevoia de a arata cat de cul e ea si cat de cul scrie.Stiu ca v-ati saturat [Andra,Alex,Gim si Oana,care nu au ce face pe net si dau click pe statusuri],darrr...ma revansez.Stiti voi,pentru ca Oana s-a casatorit cu cine nu trebuia [ora asta "tarzie" adica 2 e de vina stii ca nu te mai stresez] si pentru ca Gim e obsedaaaat si pentru ca Alex a invatat sa faca printscreen cand nu trebuie.Si pentru ca Andra e Andra si trebuie sa ma suporte.&lt;br /&gt;E vacanta.Adica,ce sa faca stefi in vacanta inafara de scris idiotenii,stresat idioti si comportat idiot?Ah,sa se culce tarziuuu si sa se uite la filme \(^o^)/&lt;br /&gt;O sa dau publicati postare la fix =3 Pentru ca sunt super.Si blogul ma iubeste si eu il iubesc si fiiiiiiiiiix&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-1229581024442615921?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/1229581024442615921/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=1229581024442615921' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/1229581024442615921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/1229581024442615921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2011/06/blablabla.html' title='bla,bla,bla'/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-6312438242690732381</id><published>2011-06-14T20:56:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T20:56:28.911+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Normalitate Universala II</title><content type='html'>Moona nu stia ce simte.Stia ca ar trebui sa evite sa isi arate sentimentele,si stia ca incalcase regula asta.Era indecisa.Ar fi putut sa pretinda ca nu facuse nimic stupid recent,sau cel putin,nimic stupid si sentimental.Sau putea sa arate ca nu ii mai pasa.&lt;br /&gt;Urmau trei luni plictisitoare in care putea sa decida ce sa faca,si in care putea sa isi caute normalitatea.Inca nu stia de unde sa inceapa,defapt,in mare,ea nu stia nimic.Si nu se grabea sa afle ceva,sau sa stabileasca.Avea sa petreaca trei luni stresand vecini si animale frustrate deja de prezenta ei,probabil in acelasi timp orbind oamenii care treceau pe langa ea cu ajutorul pantalonilor scurti pe care ii avea.&lt;br /&gt;Verile ei erau intotdeauna plictisitoare,dar de data asta,era determinata sa se schimbe.Adica,aceeasi determinare din fiecare an care disparea odata cu prima ploaie de vara care o spala pe Moona.Dar,intr-un fel,ajunsese la speranta ca poate,daca ii va face pe ceilalti fericiti - sau macar ii va lasa in pace,pentru ca ii era imposibil sa faca pe cineva fericit -,i se vor indeplini cateva dorinte.Chiar nu i se parea ca cere mult,si alternativa asta cu "Hraneste-te din fericirea altora" era ceva nou.Nu mai avea incredere in chestiile de genul "11:11 am,pune-ti o dorinta","uite,o stea cazatoare" sau "e fix,te iubeste!",asa ca orice lucru nou era bun.Orice lucru care o facea mai putin ciudata i se parea bun,pentru ca acum,nu isi dorea decat sa para normala.Stia ca ar trebui sa fie pur si simplu ea,dar se saturase de asta.Se saturase sa auda oameni care ii spun asta dupa care o critica,se saturase sa fie privita ca o ciudatenie a naturii si se saturase de privirile alea scarbite,uneori pline de mila,sau de curiozitate bolnava.Se saturase de tot,si de toate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-6312438242690732381?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/6312438242690732381/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=6312438242690732381' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/6312438242690732381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/6312438242690732381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2011/06/normalitate-universala-ii.html' title='Normalitate Universala II'/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-5323957852262096682</id><published>2011-06-12T23:46:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T23:46:09.590+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-So dumb guys go for dumb girls,and smart guys go for dumb girls?&lt;br /&gt;-Uhum&lt;br /&gt;-What do the smart girls get?!&lt;br /&gt;-Cats mostly.&lt;br /&gt;[Modern family.Citatul asta a meritat tot postul]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-5323957852262096682?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/5323957852262096682/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-804484372280037275</id><published>2011-06-11T22:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T22:57:02.051+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Actor in inima</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt; numai stefi pune titluri frumoase la posturi cu continut idiot &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*se baga in playlist cateva melodii pretty*&lt;br /&gt;*se ia o atitudine de awesometron/drama queen/stefi*&lt;br /&gt;*there we go*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu.De azi,nu mai incerc.Stii tu,pentru ca defapt,noi jucam pe doua scene diferite.Au acelasi decor,aceleasi zambete si aceleasi melodii de fundal,dar sunt totusi altfel.Stiu ca in fiecare dimineata ne agatam somnul de cortina,si apoi o ridicam sus,asa de sus incat nu se mai vede de nori.Stiu ca si tu iti bei cafeaua in timp ce alti oameni iti cauta mastile de care ai nevoie in piesa aia,ca plasticul ala care iti acopera fata a fost purtat de atatea ori ca acum ti se potriveste perfect pe chip.&lt;br /&gt;O masca e intotdeauna diferita de cea din piesa trecuta,intotdeauna joci un rol diferit,si se pare ca niciodata nu uiti sa arunci zarurile pe scena mea,sa imi stabilesti tu rolul pentru o piesa sau alta.Uneori aud aplauzele&amp;nbsp; pe care le primesti dupa ce iti termini scena de jucat,si rad si eu,aplaud.E asa de nedrept ca niciodata nu jucam pe aceeasi scena,ca niciodata nu apuc sa te vad cand iti dai jos masca,sa pot sa te tin de mana in timp ce facem plecaciuni in fata publicului.&lt;br /&gt;Si atunci cand ajung sa vad un afis cu tine intr-o piesa,mi se pare asa pueril sa il pastrez printre mastile mele.Stiu ca am rolurile mele principale,dar in acelasi timp,singurul rol pe care il vreau e unul intr-o piesa in care sa apari si tu.Si as putea sa ma comport&amp;nbsp; uman,sa iti cer autografe la sfarsitul piesei,sa incerc sa te cunosc si fara toate mastile astea,dar apoi imi amintesc ca toate astea sunt vise pe care le derulez in fata ochilor cand imi joc piesele mele.Ma intreb uneori daca publicul meu observa cat visez in timp ce ma misc pe scena ca o marioneta legata cu ate subtiri,nesigure.Ma intreb daca ei simt cat de usor ma misc,ca sa ma asigur ca nu se rup atele,dar apoi imi aduc aminte ca ei se ocupa doar de piesa in care joc.Vad doar sentimentele pe care le arata masca,si atata timp cat lacrimile nu distrug vreo piesa facand plasticul ce imi ascunde sentimentele&amp;nbsp; sa cada,aplauzele vor continua sa vina.&lt;br /&gt;Asa ca,imi pare rau,de azi nu mai aplaud in gandurile mele cand iti sfarsesti rolul,actor mincinos.Cauta-ti afisele vechi,le-am aruncat pe toate,cu tot cu zarurile blestemate si costumele pe care le faceam din zambete,cele pe care le-as fi purtat in..piesa noastra.De azi esti doar un alt om uitat intr-un teatru pe care nu-l voi vizita vreodata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe 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tell her everything is going to be okay,even if it won't.&lt;br /&gt;tumblr e dragut.desi e siropos si chestii. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine o sa imi folosesc [daca nu uit iar] voucherele de huguri.Pentru ca o sa am 2 ore de mate,si pentru ca andra imi daduse niste provocari de facut.Si cred ca o sa ma scoata la tabla la mate.Si sunt bata.De ce nu imi trece pur si simplu 9 la medie si ma lasa in pace sa ma&amp;nbsp; bucur de vacanta?Oricum nu am ce invata in ultimele zile.&lt;br /&gt;Toate lectiile astea sunt lipsite de logica.Nu ca as stii sa o folosesc,dar e gen "Asta e definitia.Nu intreba de ce e asa,pur si simplu acccepta.".Ma SEACA ^^'&lt;br /&gt;Uite ce stupid,trebuia sa fiu stupida si sa ma bag in seama si sa dau add si sa fiu paranoica pana in iad si inapoi si sa incep sa vorbesc ciudat si sa tot sterg din randuri din postul asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deci azi a fost ziua lu' Alex.Alex,adica ba.O sa ii zic ba,pentru ca la inceputul anului l-am intrebat ce porecla are si el a zis ca n-are niciuna ca "lumea ii zice ba".Gen,sunt misto.Si Alex e sensibil .__. Adica nu ma lasa sa il bat,si se supara daca il fac fraier,si e ciudat.Si inventeaza chestii o.O E aproape de treaba.Dar e ciudat.Si nu e ciudat ca mine,daca era ciudat ca mine ii luam apararea mai mult in fata lu' Larisa,pentru ca ciudatii de tipul meu nu ar trebui sa fie expusi in fata Larisei.Pentru ca nu vrem sa ii distruga.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt mandra de Alex pentru ca nu o iarta pe Larisa&amp;nbsp; [mwahahahahah].Pentru ca stii,ea il cunoaste de un an,si eu de sapte,si eu nu pot sa ii bag ace in ochi&amp;nbsp; chiar daca ma calca pe coada.&lt;br /&gt;Ascult Patd inainte sa d&lt;s&gt;ai&lt;/s&gt;ea like.Ffs,ar fi trebuit sa intreb ce a citit.Doar ca am fost asa vaca gen "nu citii,nu citii".Si cica stiam sa folosesc psihologia inversa.I'm just really dumb when blablabla am sters aia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vara asta vreau sa merg cat mai des la magazin,si sa mearga cat mai multi incompetenti cu masina pe strada,eventual pe trotuar,si de preferat cu viteza mare,pentru ca nu ma incanta&amp;nbsp; ideea de a sta lesinata pe un pat din spital Stefi de clasa 8a.Stefi cea mai misto.Asta o sa fie ciudat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau colegi noi.multi,multi,multi,multi.Destui cat sa umplem o sala mai mare de clasa,cat sa ma pot muta in spatele clasei si sa pot dormi in timpul orelor fara nicio problema.&lt;br /&gt;Urasc sa ma las influentata de ce zice mihaela,dar chestia aia imi roade creieruuuul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-5316056033615739490?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/5316056033615739490/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=5316056033615739490' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>Moona locuia intr-un cartier mic si jegos de la marginea unui oras din Romania.Majoritatea zilelor sale erau petrecute cu capul in nori,dar ea credea ca in acelasi timp isi tinea&lt;br /&gt;picioarele pe pamant.Nu statea niciodata seara afara,si nu mergea la magazin cand se intuneca decat daca avea cu adevarat nevoie de ceva.Si toate astea se datorau in mare parte trolzilor.Trolzii,in cazul in care nu ati auzit de ei,sunt niste oameni pe care ii vei intalni cel mai probabil bronzandu-se,pentru ca se ghideaza dupa ideea ca niciodata nu poti fi destul de negru.In general,oamenii ii evita,iar ei cred ca asta se intampla din cauza faptului ca par asa de impunatori si de puternici.Defapt,toata lumea stie ca trolzii nu au decat un neuron care,pe vremea lui Hitler,sa decis sa fie si el Fuhrer si i-a omorat pe restu'.Asa ca fiecare trolz are doar un neuron,pentru ca asta s-a transmis din generatie in generatie,cand neuronii trolzilor faceau schimb de id-uri de mess cand se cunoasteau stapanii lor.Deci,din cauza lui Hitler,oamenii evita trolzii,pentru ca le e frica sa nu le ajunga in lista de mess vreun neuron de trolz.&lt;br /&gt;Asa ca Moona isi ducea viata lipsita de amuzament intr-o casa de pe strada unde domneau trolzii,avand grija sa nu iasa in evidenta cu chestii gen ascultat muzica prea tare[care atrage trolzii,chiar daca ei asculta doar manele,pentru ca in acelasi timp,vor sa vada lumea ca sunt culti cand vine vorba de muzica],sau iesit afara seara,care atragea privirile trolzilor loviti de hormoni,indiferent de cat de naspa arata Moona,pentru ca ea nu era un trolz,si atunci,toti trolzii vroiau sa o cucereasca.&lt;br /&gt;Zilele Moonei se rezumau la a ucide cu bestialitate tastatura de la calculatorul ei si la a stresa alti oameni care,cand nu isi traiau viata lor super cul,erau nevoiti sa o suporte pe Moona,care era geloasa pe viata lor perfecta si se gandea ca strica macar o parte din ea in felul asta.In zilele cu scoala,Moona dormea pe banca unde statea in timpul orelor[cu exceptia orelor de tehnologie,cand facea urari de bine in gand la adresa profesoarei].In timpul pauzelor,era incantata sa se plimbe singura prin scoala,holbandu-se insistent la ceilalti oameni,observand cu satisfactie cat de speriati sunt de ea,sau stand pe bancile din curtea scolii cu un pix sau un marker,lasandu-si amprenta peste tot.&lt;br /&gt;Moona isi dorea de 13 &amp;nbsp;ani[sau mai bine zis sase,pentru ca de la varsta aia observase unele lucruri la ea] sa vada o stea cazatoare.Era destul de sigura ca dorintele pe care le legi de o stea cazatoare se implinesc,si tot ce isi dorea ea e sa para mai normala.Stia ca i-ar fi greu sa realizeze asta singura,pentru ca normalitatea universala era ceva ce inca nu putea sa descopere,dar in fiecare noapte,dupa ce se satura sa se uite dupa cai verzi pe pereti [sau dupa stele cazatoare pe cer],se consola singura,gandindu-se ca,la urma urmei,ea e &amp;nbsp;crescuta in Las Vegas-ul orasului ei,cartierul plin de trolzi si de gropi,si e prea badass ca sa fie normala.Asa ca se aseza in patul ei alaturi de un pisic portocaliu pe care il traumatiza de doi ani,si odata ce inchidea ochii,avea cele mai cretine vise,pentru ca lipsa de normalitate universala o facea sa viseze chestii foarte stupide,de la tipi pe care ii ucide cu furculite,la inmormantarile unor profesoare la care ea radea fericita.&lt;br /&gt;Cerul parea sa nu o asculte vreodata pe Moona,dar ea era sigura ca,daca s-ar muta in alt cartier,departe de trolzi si de petreceri prea zgomotoase,s-ar da la o parte si pelerina neagra de pe cer care o impiedica sa vada stelele cazatoare,si atunci ar reusi sa ajunga..normala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.k.a. Normalitate universala,a.k.a. noua mea modalitate de a ma mentine creativa si idioata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-9066821877145807874?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/9066821877145807874/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=9066821877145807874' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/9066821877145807874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/9066821877145807874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2011/06/normalitate-universala-i.html' title='Normalitate Universala I'/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-9134595014720666123</id><published>2011-06-03T13:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T13:35:41.679+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa de vineri?</title><content type='html'>Sunt acasa.Si e vineri.Si weekendul asta nu am niciun concurs,si planuiesc sa merg cu kid si ~cumnatica :3~ la concertele de weekendul asta,pentru ca sunt in parcu' tineretului,care e la 5 minute de mine,si in plus,au masinute[nu stiu cum sa le zic v.v] acolo,si vreau sa ne dam in elee xD Deci e vineri si ciresica face o leapsa de plictiseala.Leapsa de vineri ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.If your lover betrayed you, what would your reaction be?&lt;br /&gt;Well...presupun ca atata timp cat nu ar fi cineva pe care sa cunosc,gen my best friend or shit,as fi destul de calma.Desi as prefera sa imi spuna .-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you have a dream you’d like to come true, what is it?&lt;br /&gt;Paaaai...sa&amp;nbsp; tin legatura cu o jumatate din clasa mea de acum?Larisa,Eliza,Andra,Alex?:]&lt;br /&gt;3. Whose butt would you like to kick?&lt;br /&gt;Asta e o lista lunga.Andra,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ,profa de tehnologie,profa de sport,si cativa vecini :)&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;M-as muta de aici.In primul rand.Adica,in alt cartier.Si apoi as face o gramada de cadouri familiei xD Si as investi o parte cumva,ca sa mai scot si alti bani.Si cam atat.Daca as avea tot 13 ani.&lt;br /&gt;5. Will your best friend always be your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu.Presupun ca la liceu nu o sa mai fie la fel.&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever been in love with 2 people at once?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;7. How long would you wait for someone you really loved?&lt;br /&gt;Paaai...daca as crede ca ma baga in seama,gen friends or smth,probabil ca destul de mult ._.&lt;br /&gt;8. If you won the lottery, would you quit the job?&lt;br /&gt;La scoala* nu.Si daca as avea un jooob care sa imi placa,nu.&lt;br /&gt;9. Who is on your celebrity top 5 … you know, the ones … that if you  ever had an opportunity …&lt;br /&gt;idk.Nu ma gandesc prea mult la vedete,wtf.&lt;br /&gt;10. What sucks the life out of you?&lt;br /&gt;Profa de tehnologie.Si&amp;nbsp; visele cretine&lt;br /&gt;11. How would you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;br /&gt;23.Facultate,un job,cevaaa.&lt;br /&gt;12. What is your greatest fear?&lt;br /&gt;Ca o sa ii pierd pe cei care ma suporta.Ca o sa se sature sa faca asta.&lt;br /&gt;13. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;No one tagged me :[ Sunt asa neimportanta ca imi iau leapsa de pe net ^-^&lt;br /&gt;14. Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;Single.&lt;br /&gt;15. What’s the first thing you do when you wake up?&lt;br /&gt;O asigur pe mama ca o sa ma trezesc,astept sa inchida usa si mai dorm 5 minute.&lt;br /&gt;16. Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Depinde de persoana ._.&lt;br /&gt;17. Is your career vitally important to you?&lt;br /&gt;Da.Sec.&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing  someone has done?&lt;br /&gt;Ce stupid &amp;gt;.&amp;gt; Nu.Sunt unele lucruri pe care nu le-as ierta.&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you prefer being single or having a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Momentan,single :] &lt;br /&gt;20. List 6 people to tag.&lt;br /&gt;Sa vedeeem....Andra,Fiimea,Larisa[care si-a facut blog haaahaaaahaaa],Unknown person4,5,6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) WEEKEND.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-9134595014720666123?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/9134595014720666123/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=9134595014720666123' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/9134595014720666123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/9134595014720666123'/><link 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ciudat si care cand a venit in clasa 5a arata ca o fata!^^&lt;br /&gt;Am citit postul meu de anu' trecut.Adica,ala era facut pe 30 mai.Si vorbeam ca idioata de chestii idioate gen tachineaz-o pe Dru pentru faza cu Adi si convinge-o pe Gabi sa ma omoare doar cu o drujba.Acum ar trebui s ama asigur ca e drujba Andrei.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca anul trecut am venit in ultimele zile la scoala eu,Andra si Ramona.Well,inainte sa plece,Ramona incepuse sa-mi fie antipatica pentru ca [blogul asta se transforma in psiholog]..pentru ca eu ma certam cu ea sa se cuminteasca si ea era gen "omg,voua chiar va pasa de mine" and i took all that bullshit with an open heart.Meh,I just hope she's ok.&lt;br /&gt;Ultimele zile de anu' trecut au fost foarte funnea,pentru ca atunci am creat Pitzi piromana si Femeia cu drujba.Acum mi se pare foarte idioata chestia aia.Acum mi se pare ca si eu eram foarte idioata.Si asa o sa mi se para la anu' postul asta de acum.Salutari ciresicai de 14 ani,sper ca ai iesit bine in poza de buletin!xD&lt;br /&gt;I'm makin a big deal out of it 'cause i know i'll look shitty in that pic.And I can show my drama queen style ^^&lt;br /&gt;Deeeci...vroiam sa fiu all emo and shitty in postul asta,dar trebuie sa par fericita cumva si sa&amp;nbsp; ma leg de lucruri din trecut care ma fac sa zambesc e un mod bun de a mima fericirea.Sau ma rog,orice incerc eu sa mimez aici,pentru ca nu pare nici fericire.Presupun ca e doar prostie pura.&lt;br /&gt;Daca nu as avea ochi albastri,as arata foarte tipic romanesc [defapt nici chiar tipic,pentru ca romancele sunt frumoase,meh].Daca as arata tipic,nimeni nu s-ar holba la mine.De genu',cel mult o privire asa aiurea pentru ca nu sunt invizibila chiar mereu,dar nimic gen "omg uita-te la ochii ei".Pai,imi cer scuze ca au fost irositi pe mine.Daca as avea ochi caprui si nu as fi asa..alba,galbena,ma rog,culoarea pe care o am eu,daca as fi mai bronzata,nimeni nu s-ar uita excesiv la mine.Poate ca nimeni nu s-ar intreba daca sunt anemica sau ceva.Poate ca toti ar crede ca sunt doar prea proasta ca sa adopt o privire inteligenta.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-ar placea totusi sa fiu pitzi.Adica,sa fiu pitzi pare cea mai buna cale catre normalitatea universala.Pentru ca definitia noua a normalitatii e gen "Arata ca esti ok,simte-te superioara,simte-te pretty si restul nu conteaza".Dar eu urasc sa incerc sa ma comport asa &amp;gt;&amp;lt; Pentru ca nu sunt superioara,si nu pot sa fiu pretty.Si restul conteaza pentru mine.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah,I care,and I should never care for a guy like you,'cause you're a fuckin retarded guy,but anw,I can't stop my stupidity.Even so,it would help if you'd just ignore me.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am mutat inelul pe alt deget,si ma obisnuisem sa ma joc cu el cand ma plictisesc si acum e ciudat.&lt;br /&gt;Pbbt![da,andra,asa se pronunta]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-633092258249209102?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/633092258249209102/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=633092258249209102' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/633092258249209102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/633092258249209102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2011/05/supradoza-de-sentimente.html' title='Supradoza de sentimente'/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-8640673978558589179</id><published>2011-05-26T21:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T21:52:30.030+03:00</updated><title type='text'>CookieCrisp</title><content type='html'>Deci.Posturile mele in perioada asta sunt limitate pentru ca fericirea ma face incapabila sa fac un post coerent.Daaar,partea importanta,ciresica e fericita.Si in perioada asta,e ciresica absoluta.Adica gen caldura si cirese si sticle cu apa si meow :3&lt;br /&gt;-silence-&lt;br /&gt;Am descoperit ca sunt un stalker in toata regula.Gen stare at people and look at them if you see them when you go out but don't say hi 'cause you stare and if you say hi you can't stare anymore.Siiiiiiii sunt super.Dar stiati deja asta.Ce nu stiati,e ca sunt mai jmk decat jmk.[pentru ca jmk vroia sa se simta important si sa fie mentionat aici,da?]&lt;br /&gt;-silence2-&lt;br /&gt;Profa de tehnologie e cea mai lame persoana pe care o stiu.Bine,printre cele mai lame.Adica vi si ne explici pe jumatate ce trebuie sa facem,si evident ca noi facem asa,cam ce presupunem ca ar trebui sa facem,si apoi incepi sa zbieri pe-acolo,ca intr-un final sa vrei sa ne arati ce-au facut astia de a 6a si gen "ah ei sunt mai super".Well duck you.&lt;br /&gt;But then again mai am un an si e ok.Vreau...sa fac un tear-o-meter sau asa ceva,pentru ca sunt sigura ca intr-a 8a o sa ma pun pe bocit foarte des pentru ca or sa fie o gramada de profe disperate gen "omg invataaati" si chestii....si vreau sa fac o scrisoare de la stefi de a 7a catre stefi de a 8a,pe care sa o citesc la anu pe vremea asta =D si daca o sa reusesc sa o pastrez[am de gand sa o scriu si pe foaie],o sa fac una catre stefi de 50 de ani,si o sa ii spun ca daca s-a inventat calatoria in timp trebuie sa imi dea un semn candva.Sunt o copycat a how i met your mother.&lt;br /&gt;Cookie Crisp sunt cele mai uber cool cereale ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-8640673978558589179?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/8640673978558589179/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=8640673978558589179' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/8640673978558589179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deci vineri am facut ora de chimie cu viitorii profi ai romaniei.Si erau 3 dudes ciudati si cu emotii si&amp;nbsp; blabla,si un tip mai in varstaa...si au facut prezenta.si a fost ciudat XD adica ne punea sa ne zicem numele pe rand si eu,ca o cireasa idioata nici macar nu ma auzeam,si cand a venit randul meu il vezi pe ala "cum ai ziis?" si colegii mei de 7 ani,cunoscandu-ma,au sarit [chiar 3] sa ii spuna numele meu.nu de alta,dar eu nu ma auzeam.&lt;br /&gt;si a venit primu dude sa predea,etc,si ii tremurau mainile..gen chill dude,oricum suntem mai bata ca tine si in urmatorii ani trebuie sa fi gen "i'm the boss".dar nu ._. el a ales ca jumatate din ora pe care o preda sa se uite la larisa si sa se asigure ca ea intelege ce zice el acolo,si si-a sters singur tabla,si apoi s-a emotionat asa tare incat a sters juma de tabla cu mana,fara burete...si apoi a ales sa se holbeze la mine,si pusese o intrebare si eu,ca o plictisita ce eram,am ridicat mana..si m-a aratat cu degetu'.and that is rude,and a teacher should not do that.&lt;br /&gt;deasemenea,ceilalti 2 dudes se uitau la mine si la dru,si&amp;nbsp; vorbeau intre ei si se uitau gen ;.; ...spokeeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si am fost la fizica part2,si a fost ciudat.adica l-am vazut pe varumeo,si pe jmk [hei jmk salut jmk ce faci jmk].si cand ne-a venit randu sa prezentam idioatenia aia ma asez eu linistita pe scaun,blabla..in 10 secunde ma apuca tusea.si ghici cine iese pe hol si petrece restul timpului aiurea pe calorifer sau la cires sau orice altceva?mhm.a fost ciudat,pentru ca profele se uitau cu mila la mine and shit.adica stiu ca sunt ciudata dar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steph has pink pants.how cool is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-9099982586657645325?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-6883505656484759163</id><published>2011-05-18T22:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T22:51:53.681+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>Oficial,pentru mine,a venit varaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;Nu,nu s-au facut ciresele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi au venit &lt;s&gt; luzarii &lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt; aia &lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt; tipii &lt;/s&gt; ciudatii de la a 8a cu sticle cu apa si au udat prin clasa noastra ca niste ciudati ce sunt.Si Stefi a ramas uscata mwahahahahahahahaahahaaaaa.ha![ce urat suna.]Ceea ce stii,e misto,stefi fara 1 litru de apa in par,stefi fericita ^_^&lt;br /&gt;Si nu cred ca ar trebui sa ii mai zic vreodata daca imi place de cineva lu' andra ._. adica,niciodataniciodatanicioodata pentru ca deeeee cand imi da micky sfaturi!?adica oricum le ignor si etc,dar presupun ca e bine pentru imaginea mea sa par preocupata de ce le spune el lor despre mine.nu ca as fi cu adevarat preocupata pentru ca in primul rand&amp;nbsp; Micky&amp;nbsp; nu stie sa deosebeasca sarcasmul de seriozitate[desi nu cred ca e vreodata serios] si in al doilea rand pentru ca n-am de gand sa ii ascult pe altii despre alte persoane FACEPALMS cand am devenit asa idioata?&lt;br /&gt;Asa deci.E vara.Ceea ce e supersupersupersupersuuuuuuper.Si ieri stefi a facut sportul O.o si a facut abdomene si chestii de astea urate,si uaif era gen "eu fac vreo 25 de abdomene pe luna" si eu eram gen "si eu fac una in fiecare zi..dimineata..cand ma ridic din pat".Si dupa &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;40&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;de abdomene,evident ca stefi a facut&amp;nbsp; febra.si nici macar nu ma dor picioarele.adica eu eram obisnuita cu febraaa cand ma dor picioarele si zic au ca idioata de fiecare data cand cobor sau urc scarile.dar nu.asta era ceva de genu' ma doare coasta,ma doare splina,ma doare rinichiu',nu ma lua in brate si blablabla.si nu pot sa il pocnesc pe kid asa in gluma pentru ca de0obicei daca il pocnesc incepem sa ne pocnim serios [gen serios adica stefi se obisnuieste cu vanataile,adica lu stefi i se pare ok si mama "nu mai da ma in ea ca ea e fataaaaaaa!"].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An epic thing for today[desi nu e de azi dar ma rog]:&lt;br /&gt;Si Stefi isi ia carti la 10 lei din [reclama2] Kaufland [/reclama2].Si Stefi si-a luat "Familia Puhoi",care e o carte despre aia niste vrajitori acolo care nu e gen HP ci e sarcastica si scarboasa si gen stefi.Si sunt plozii astia care beau sange si care sunt ciudati si blabla,si apoi mai e o ploada care cica e aia normala [care nu e facuta in laborator,ci facuta asa cum am fost toti facuti.sau cel putin eu,poate voi ati fost crosetati ^^].Si tipa are un motan pe care il cheama vlad .-. si eu gen asdfghjkl cand o citeam la casa si lumea se uita la mine gen O.O''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animale de casa: Un motan negru,slabanoh,pe nume Vlad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how cool is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-6883505656484759163?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/6883505656484759163/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=6883505656484759163' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/6883505656484759163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/6883505656484759163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2011/05/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-687534864241347619</id><published>2011-05-17T21:12:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T21:12:25.797+03:00</updated><title type='text'>marker</title><content type='html'>leapsa de la tedi.ha.&lt;br /&gt;*care tedi nu ma uraste dar cred ca eu il speri pe tedi pentru ca intr-o zi sunt gen hei tedi si ziua urmatoare sunt gen &amp;gt;.&amp;gt; aha.*&lt;br /&gt;*si cred ca am mai facut leapsa asta odata dar pot sa o fac de cate ori vreau pentru ca eu sunt ciresica* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Cât e ceasul ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20:46 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Numele tău este?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stefiii :3 Adica,Stefaniaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.Porecla&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm...Fanela,Plod,Ciresicaaa....Steph?idk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Ai tatuaje?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Culoarea ochilor?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albastri b-) Boss b-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Locul în care te-ai născut?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craiova, Dolj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Mâncare favorită?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa vedeeeem...CIRESE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Ai fost vreodată în USA?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu.Party-urile sunt mai misto in Romania :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Ai înfăşurat vreodată pe cineva cu hârtie igienică?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca imi aduc bine aminte,am facut asta cu varamea cand eram mai mici&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Ai iubit pe cineva atât de mult încât să-ţi vină să  plângi?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demo..o.O da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Ai fost implicat în vreun accident de masină?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh a fost destul de miic .-. adica mi-am spart mufa in usa de la masina cand ne-am ciocnit de ceaalalta masina si ma rog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Crutoane sau bacon?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce-s alea crutoane...cirese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Zi favorită din săptămână?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vineri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Restaurant favorit?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pai um am fost in iarna la unul care avea pesti inauntru,adica era un loc mai mare cu apa si era misto.ala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Ce sport îţi place să urmăreşti?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pai nu ma uit la nimiiic in special.Mi-ar placea sa ma uit la tv la meciurile lu' Jules si ale lu' Darius ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Băutură favorită?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi Twist &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Îngheţată favorită?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credeati ca o sa spun cu cirese.Pacat.Vafele de ciocolata .-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Walt Disney sau Warner Bros?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warner Bros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Restaurant Fast Food favorit?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chestiile pe care le fac eu acasa b-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Ce culoare are dormitorul vostru?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portocaliu &amp;gt;.&amp;gt; Spre roz &amp;gt;.&amp;gt; bine zis vostru btw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. De câte ori ai copiat la vreun examen?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examen?.-. Pana acum,deloc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. De la cine ai primit leapşa asta?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahahah Tedi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. În care magazin ai fi cheltuit toţi banii de pe card?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un magazin de dulciuri.XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Ce faci de obicei când te plictiseşti?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leapsa ^^ Sau joc metin,ca sa ma plictisesc si mai rau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. La ce oră mergi la culcare?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vara pe la 3-4 &amp;gt;.&amp;gt; In mod normal 11-12...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Cine o să raspundă prima/primul la leapşa asta?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andra?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27.Ce program Tv nu pierzi niciodată?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defapt,nici macar nu ma uit la Tv mai des de o data sau doua ori pe saptamana.Schimb de mame Rules!XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. Ultima persoană cu care ai luat masa la restaurant?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The freakin family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. Ce asculţi în momentul ăsta?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rihanna - California King Bed ^^' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Care e culoarea preferată?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;negru,albastru,si rosu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Mare sau lac?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lac?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. Câte tatuaje ai?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N-am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. Ai rămas vreodată fără benzină la maşină?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu?nu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. Ce preferi pisică sau căţel ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pisi &amp;lt;3 care tocmai a intrat in camera mwahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35. Ce anotimp preferi : Vara sau iarna ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vara mwahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Eşti solo ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. Eşti îndrăgostit/a de cineva?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. Cât e ceasul?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20:55&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am luat 10 la romana.ceea ce e misto.si 8 la mate.ceea ce..merge.&lt;br /&gt;Si am luat 76 la olimpiada la engleza.Not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa....ce m-a marcat pe saptamana asta:&lt;br /&gt;*Stefi intra in magazinu' de la colt ignorand 3 plozi grasi cu ghiozdanele in spate care se laudau ca o sa fie misto intr-a 5a*&lt;br /&gt;*Stefi iese cu intentia de a se deplasa la celalalt magazin*&lt;br /&gt;*Un plod retard GROHAIE spre stefi.*&lt;br /&gt;*stefi se intreaba de cand a devenit asta amuzant*&lt;br /&gt;*stefi observa ploada care vine intre aia 3 plozi*&lt;br /&gt;*plozii incep sa comande - "treci la aaaparaaaaat"*&lt;br /&gt;*ploada ii da o ventuza plodului care grohaie*&lt;br /&gt;*concluzie: when i was your age,i blew bubbles,not boys*&lt;br /&gt;ba si ce misto e sa fi retardat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-687534864241347619?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/687534864241347619/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=687534864241347619' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/687534864241347619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/687534864241347619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2011/05/marker.html' title='marker'/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-536298852345740695</id><published>2011-05-13T23:12:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T23:12:50.757+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Totul e mai frumos in somn..&lt;br /&gt;In somn,ma agat de vise,&lt;br /&gt;Si pelerina de griji e pe jos,&lt;br /&gt;In vis,toate sunt permise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invaluita-n noapte,pare mai usor,&lt;br /&gt;Poti sa zambesti,sa crezi,&lt;br /&gt;In somn te ascunzi in nori,&lt;br /&gt;Si simti iluzii,fara sa le vezi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleoapele tin vise,&lt;br /&gt;Tatuate-n interiorul lor,&lt;br /&gt;Si cand inchizi ochii,apar,&lt;br /&gt;Te-ajuta sa te-ntalti usor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..n-aveam ce face,se-ntelege.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-536298852345740695?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/536298852345740695/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=536298852345740695' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/536298852345740695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/536298852345740695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2011/05/totul-e-mai-frumos-in-somn.html' title=''/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-1572107204348317488</id><published>2011-05-13T22:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T22:04:55.970+03:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>blogger may suck.&lt;br /&gt;adica eu postez si imi da de ma juleste adica imi sterge ultimu' post?wth?.-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pai,presupun ca e ok ca postu' ala a fost sters.adica&amp;nbsp; vroiaaaam sa il sterg somehow,blogspot knows me.&lt;br /&gt;deci,maine ar fi olimpiada la engleza si dupa ce am asteptat 7+ ani nici macar nu mai sunt sigura daca merg.si asta e whoa,asa de misto,cum se duce totu' in 24 h.&lt;br /&gt;well,presupun ca ar fi stupid sa ma mai plang acum de toate cacaturile alea de ploada cretina,din moment ce par niste zgarieturi facute de o pisica nervoasa in jurul&amp;nbsp; unei rani care sangereaza in continuare.de ce se face totu' praf in cateva minute,pe bune..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma urasc pentru ca m-am nascut in romania . that's why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-1572107204348317488?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/1572107204348317488/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=1572107204348317488' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/1572107204348317488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/1572107204348317488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-3768515923570994832</id><published>2011-05-12T16:32:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T23:31:51.850+03:00</updated><title type='text'>"spuse ciudatica"</title><content type='html'>*Titlurile mele apar la blogrolluri foarte ciudat pentru ca pe skinul asta nu se vad si pun tampenii*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deci.Toata chestia asta o sa fie mult mai usoara in cateva saptamani.Pentru ca nu o sa mai vina [nu pot sa spun nu o sa mai vi,asa vorbeam cand stiam ca persoana aia citeste blogul,dar stiu ca el nu face asta pentru ca n-avea de unde sa stie de el si n-avea de ce sa il intereseze]...asa.Pentru ca nu o sa mai vina la scoala,deci nu o sa il mai vad,deci nu o sa mai insist sa ma holbez si o sa pot sa ignor gandurile..cretine.&lt;br /&gt;Ce stupid,daca as avea mai multa incredere in mine l-as stresa si m-as considera bagata in seama si etc,dar sunt destul de constienta de unele chestii.De genu' [asta e pentru dru btw] nu nu a adus markeru inapoi pentru ca era al meu ci pentru ca nu putea sa scrie cu el..si apropo mi-au luat pixu' galben si era de la kid deci boo you,guys!&lt;br /&gt;Sambata e olimpiada la engleza.ceea ce e super hecta etc super.adica nu e cine stie ce dar ma pregatesc la engleza de la gradinita cand invatam culorile folosind creioanele de colorat.&lt;br /&gt;Si se pare ca o sa fie o olimpiada la desen .__. Ceea ce e whoa rlly rlly cul.Pentru ca mi s-ar parea misto sa particip la un concurs de desen singura,pana acum n-am facut astaaa...doar ca duc lipsa de materiale &amp;gt;.&amp;gt; Ma rog,presupun ca odata ce sunt ok la desen pot sa ma descurc si cu HB-urile mele triste si neascutite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am zis ca am scapat de teze?Am scapat de tezeeeeeeeee!Adica stiu doua teze nu e un numar prea mare,dar avand in&amp;nbsp; vedere ca inca nu-s la liceu&amp;nbsp; sa am 4 teze de dat,mie mi se pare foarte stresant..Si am scapaaaat.La mate a fost urat,ne-a dat&amp;nbsp; fix ce nu invatasem eu bine [ganditi-va,am invatat ceva bine].&lt;br /&gt;E ciudat,pentru ca eram sigura ca nu mai sunt asa timida si ca sunt ok si chestii,si acum ma trezesc eu sa imi placa de cineva si sa ma intimidez.&lt;br /&gt;In 13 ani de prostie (si stiu ca au fost MULTE momente de prostie),niciodata n-am fost atat de proasta incat sa ma intrebe cineva ce fac si sa ma blochez si sa nu fiu in stare sa spun decat ca am corcoduse.adica...wth is going on.&lt;br /&gt;Deci aveam alt blog in care imi scriam chestiile lovite de prostie,adica,niste chestii siropoase si sincere,care a inceput cu era "phahahahaha"-ului...cred ca o sa il folosesc iar.Si o sa sterg posturile alea de inainte.pentru ca stii,acum mi se par foarte idioate.si cand o sa imi treaca si asta o sa mi se para idioate si ele..poate o sa gasesc si eu un creier candva [si nu e nevoie sa dau copyright pentru ca nu citeste hahahahah].&lt;br /&gt;Maine e vineri.Vineri.vineeeeeeee.riri.california king bed.niciodata nu i-am zis riri,da' trebuia sa continui cu vineri.XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-3768515923570994832?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/3768515923570994832/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=3768515923570994832' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/3768515923570994832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/3768515923570994832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2011/05/spuse-ciudatica.html' title='&quot;spuse ciudatica&quot;'/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-1367401376490023397</id><published>2011-05-08T14:37:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T14:37:23.452+03:00</updated><title type='text'>facts</title><content type='html'>*skinu actual e celmaisuper si nu o sa il mai schimb asa des*&lt;br /&gt;*inafara de chestia aia cu bufnita,o sa o schimb cu o cireasa cand o sa am chef*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fact - in ultima vreme,ca o idioata sub influenta tumblr-ului,mi-am tot scris pe mana your hand goes here.gen,haha,ce misto sunt eu,imit pozele de pe tumblr.si am gasit pe cineva care sa bage in seama chestia asta.adica,nu chiar bagat in seama,pentru ca maru' nu stia ca imi scriam asta pe mana si tot ne tineam de mana ca idioatele (pentru ca mar e o fata haha) prin curtea scolii cu uaif.uaif1,mar/eliza e oficial uaif2.si eu sunt uaif3,ceea ce e kawaii pentru ca me loves numarul 3.&lt;br /&gt;si maine am teza la romana.si ar trebui,in momentul de fata,sa invat comentariul ala de la imn ca disperata.doar ca asta am vrut sa fac si semestrul trecut (defapt mi-am scris comentariul pe o foaie foarte mica pe care am uitat-o acasa cand am plecat) si cand sa ne apucam noi sa scriem comentariul,ne zice profa ca trebuie sa demonstram ce sentimente are poetul in poezia data si blabla,blabla.and i nailed that.adica bineinteles ca a&amp;nbsp; zis ca nu am scris destul,ca ea cand a zis 10-15 randuri se referea la 10-15 randuri de foaie A4,ca ea nu stia ca eu scriu pe caiet mic si de unde sa viseze ea.ma rog,faza cul a fost ca tot am luat 10.&lt;br /&gt;doar ca semestrul trecut a fost bazat pe literatura....si semestru' asta ne-a tooot bagat pe gat gramatica.and i don't like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fact2 - in ultima vreme am devenit addicted fml,mlia,dbpb,omg facts si siteurile de genu.fmylife e un fel de vdc in engleza.doar ca sunt mai multe,mai scurte (lol?) si majoritatea sunt amuzante.mlia,pe care eu initial l-am crezut my life is awesome,e my life is average si are multe chestii cu potter.ceea ce e dragut.dear blank please blank e ceva gen dear america, you produced miley cyrus.bieber is your punishment. sincerely,canada. si apoi e omg facts,pe care m-am chinuit sa il traduc gen stiati ca...si e chiar tare.siteurile astea sunt destul de folositoare cand te plictisesti..si folositoarex2 cand ai de invatat la teza si pierzi vremea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pai,presupun ca o sa trebuiasca sa fiu super duper maine la teza.deci,aa...n-am de gand sa invat prea curand &lt;s&gt; si ghici cine vine maine cu 8 la teza la romana &lt;/s&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-1367401376490023397?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/1367401376490023397/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=1367401376490023397' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/1367401376490023397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/1367401376490023397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2011/05/facts.html' title='facts'/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-6850875675788305797</id><published>2011-04-26T18:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T18:05:35.020+03:00</updated><title type='text'>SPAM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;"Am gasit pe laptop o poezie englezistica sadistica sau asa ceva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Doar ca n-am de gand sa pornesc laptopu si sa ma mut la el doar pentru asta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Stiuu,se termina in "Because love died,and so did him".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Mie mi s-a parut un happy end. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Siii uite-o,in sfarsit,pentru ca m-am obisnuit cu laptopu' xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;He gave me flowers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;And promised he'll always stay with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;I called him "liar",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Told him we won't be able to be free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;He kissed my hair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;I whiped my tears and held him tight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;We sat togheter on a chair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;And flew to stars,'cause we were &amp;nbsp;highed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;By love,or an illusion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;But it was our private,safe,good dream,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Now it's a confusion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Because love died,and so did him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;si am incheiat cu - PHAHAHAHAHAHAH MORBID EVIL KITTEH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;darr,inafara de because love died and so did him,e o maremaremaremaremaremaremaremaremare porcarie siropoasa &amp;nbsp; intimidata de ganduri idioate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;buze blonde.vama-i super,super,super :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;asaaaa.deci.nu pricep de ce ni se permite atata..libertate de gandire.adica,indiferent de locul unde te nasti,chiar daca ai parinti care nu au vazut vreodata orasul and so on,ti se permite sa crezi ca o sa ajungi...milionar,sa zicem.adica da,probabilitatea extrem de mica sa te imbogatesti din vandut grau,sau posibilitatea de a vinde unul din rinichii tai ca sa iti cumperi o vila roz cu floricele prin curte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Cand esti mic iti inchipui ca poti sa apari la tv,ca poti sa vizitezi si tu china,ca poti sa ajungi cantaret sau actor - cui ii pasa ca n-ai nici voce nici fata de actor -,totul pare posibil.Pacat ca odata ce cresti,nu mai dai importanta planurilor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;vine mai.vin tezele.vin ciresele.vine vacantaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-6850875675788305797?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/6850875675788305797/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=6850875675788305797' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/6850875675788305797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/6850875675788305797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2011/04/spam.html' title='SPAM.'/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-4492436561894846069</id><published>2011-04-16T22:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T22:38:44.763+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My bucketlist</title><content type='html'>Pentru ca si asa sunt eu sadica,si mi se pare chiar dragut.&lt;br /&gt;Asa,deci,inainte sa mor,vreau:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sa imi cunosc prietenii de pe net.Adica,nu toti.Doar,persoanele care m-au influentaaat,cu care vorbeam ca disperata si chestii de genu'.Like Chicken,Aliessa,Lemon,Puckster,Adi..:]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sa rezolv un cub...Rubik?Bine,pot sa fac asta vara asta!Adica o sa imi iau unul din parc.Si o sa insist!Pana cand o sa il fac perfect.Si apoi,o sa ii fac o poza din toate unghiurile,o sa le salvez pe 5 CDuri,dupa care o sa il stric.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sa gasesc un trifoi cu patru foi.Stiu ca nu e neaparat noroc,dar cand eram mica,o prietena de familie gasise unul si era foarte fericita,blabla.Evident,l-a oprit pentru ea.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...Mneaaa,why bother?Totusi.Sa vizitez tari.Multe.Gen,macar 3?Cum ar fi Japan,vreau sa merg in SUA,Anglia,Italia si Franta.Desi nu insist pe Japonia...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sa castig un concurs.Ca alea de la TV,sau radio,sau mai stiu eu ce.Acolo,o tombola,o atentie XD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sa merg intr-un loc bantuit.Sau sa fiu martor la ceva SF.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sa imi fac un tatuaj&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;. . . astea le scrisesem pe un caiet.Pai ultima nu va fi publicata,ca sa nu ii stric reputatia de cold hearted girl Ciresicai.Asa.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&amp;nbsp;+Alte chestii insignifiante.&lt;br /&gt;In,sig,ni,fi,ant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In&lt;/b&gt;i place sa merg in [reclama] Kaufland [/reclama].Adica,e amuzant cum atunci cand intri,de-obicei,mai vezi inca 3-4 persoane cu o fata memorabila.Si in timp ce te fâţâi printre raioane,ii vezi si pe ei: ba certandu-si copiii pentru ca plimba cosurile aiurea,ba comparand preturile pentru nu stiu ce produs,ba cautand un produs care si-a schimbat locatiaaa...chestii d'astea.Pe mine ma amuza.Adica,sunt foarte foarte multi oameni care isi fac cumparaturile din supermarket.Si toti au cate-o chestie ciudata,ceva amuzant,sau o privire curioasa,un telefon care suna in continuu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sig&lt;/b&gt;ur ca devine si mai fun pentru mine sa aleg sa stam la aceeasi casa cu ei la sfarsit.Gen uite ce repede pune borcanele alea pe banda,sunt sigura ca eu le-as sparge daca as incerca sa ma misc mai repede.Sau uite ce nepasatoare e expresia ei cand afla cat tre' sa dea la casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ni&lt;/b&gt;meni nu intelege de ce imi place sa ma holbez atat la lume,adica pe bune...?o.oPai e amuzant.Observi expresii,gesturi,si tralala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Fi&lt;/b&gt;ecare client e obsedat de cate o chestie .-. Eu(client.pui de client.) sunt obsedata de obsesiile altora XD Si de observatu' altora XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ant&lt;/b&gt;ilope in colaaanti prea stramti,parinti obositi dar fericiti cand copiii sunt incantati de cate-o chestie dulce,cupluri care se tin de brat in timp ce aleg produsele[O.O].Kaufland makes people happen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-4492436561894846069?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/4492436561894846069/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=4492436561894846069' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/4492436561894846069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/4492436561894846069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-bucketlist.html' title='My bucketlist'/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-5440563988384772626</id><published>2011-04-12T20:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T20:53:08.441+03:00</updated><title type='text'>ce o sa faca stefi vacanta asta</title><content type='html'>paaaai stai asa,deci.vacanta asta o sa&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; si daca asta merge bine o sa ma apuc si de&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; si odata ce termin asta am de gand sa incep sa &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; si sper sa mearga si asta bine pentru ca dupa ce termin toata lucrurile astea vreau sa ma apuc de &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; . &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in alta ordine de idei,eu n-o sa fac nimic vacanta asta!&lt;s&gt; si asta ma bucura &lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-5440563988384772626?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/5440563988384772626/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=5440563988384772626' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/5440563988384772626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/5440563988384772626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2011/04/ce-o-sa-faca-stefi-vacanta-asta.html' title='ce o sa faca stefi vacanta asta'/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-1119195591028940899</id><published>2011-04-11T23:17:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T23:17:02.260+03:00</updated><title type='text'>cool/bravo girl?</title><content type='html'>Gen am 13 ani pot sa citesc reviste destinate broken hearted-elor si sa "simt ca mi se potriveste perfeeect".&lt;br /&gt;Adica,mie mi se pare misto sa fac atatea teste,deci le iau la rand,pentru ca ma plictisesc sii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blog_title" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(129, 152, 205);"&gt;CoolGirl Test :: CAT DE REPEDE TE INDRAGOSTESTI?&lt;/div&gt;Ai obtinut &lt;b&gt;150&lt;/b&gt; puncte.&lt;br /&gt;Alarma de gradul 3&lt;br /&gt;(150-200 de puncte)&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie sa se suprapuna o groaza de lucruri (bune) ca tu sa-ti deschizi  sufletul. In cazul tau nu putem spune decat: bietii baieti, n-o sa le  fie usor cu tine, vor fi nevoiti sa dea foarte mult pentru a te convinge  ca merita. Si acum partea buna, si in asta consta farmecul tau: niciun  baiat nu ti-o ia in nume de rau, caci stii sa-ti ambalezi nesiguranta si  suspiciunile atat de frumos si de fin, incat pentru ei esti pur si  simplu adorabila. Iar dragostea dureaza in cazul tau saptamani, ba chiar  luni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sfat: &lt;br /&gt;Esti o visatoare si nu e nimic rau in asta. Stii ca exista marea  dragoste si crezi cu tarie in ea. De aceea nici nu esti dispusa sa te  multumesti cu mai putin. Iar daca crezi cu tarie in visurile tale,  acestea se vor si implini. Nu renunta la asteptari, indiferent cat de  mari ar fi ele, vei vedea ca a meritat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asta-i misto,m-a multumit XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blog_title" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(129, 152, 205);"&gt;CoolGirl Test :: Stii sa faci haz de necaz?&lt;/div&gt;Ai obtinut &lt;b&gt;21&lt;/b&gt; puncte.&lt;br /&gt;Nu ti-e deloc greu sa faci misto de tine si in general iti place sa  faci tot felul de traznai. Insa daca gluma a mers prea departe si ti-au  fost ranite sentimentele, atunci te cam superi si nu mai e de glumit cu  tine. Si nu numai atunci cand e vorba despre tine. Te deranjeaza si cei  care fac mereu misto de cei mai slabi, mai mici, mai lipsiti de aparare.  Si nu te jenezi sa le-o spui. Pentru ca, desi iti place sa faci misto,  ramai o tipa corecta. Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Si aia are si bara albastra pe bune?)&lt;br /&gt;Deci evident pot sa fac misto de mine pentru ca sunt misto si cand ai fata asta te obisnuiesti sa razi de tine XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blog_title" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% rgb(129, 152, 205);"&gt;CoolGirl Test :: Cum iti caracterizezi stilul?&lt;/div&gt;Ai majoritatea &lt;b&gt;c&lt;/b&gt;-uri.&lt;br /&gt;Esti adepta stilului NATURAL!&lt;br /&gt;Nu e nevoie sa te ghidezi dupa tendinte, pentru ca ai pur si simplu  stilul in sange. Motoul tau e mai degraba: „Nu-i frumos ce se poarta, e   frumos ce-mi place mie“. Nu-ti bati prea tare capul cu machiajul si  coafura, dar te prinde foarte bine stilul acesta usor neglijent. Faci  combinatii vestimentare aparent la intamplare, dar nu dai gres. Nici o  tinuta  nu abunda in accesorii, iar ansamblul e armonios, discret si  feminin. Majoritatea hainelor din dulapul tau iti sunt bune prietene si  nu te lasa la greu, din moment ce nu se demodeaza niciodata. Iata ce  make-up – de zi si de  seara – ti se potriveste. Asta in caz ca te  intereseaza acest subiect. :-) Pentru zi N-ai nevoie de machiaj,  arcuieste-ti doar genele cu un mascara incolor si ingrijeste-ti buzele  cu un balsam hranitor.  Prinde-ti apoi parul intr-o coada lejera. Pentru  seara Aplica pe gene o supradoza de mascara, iar pe buze un  gloss&lt;br /&gt;colorat. Cu parul ai voie sa te joci cum vrei tu... Celebritati in  stilul tau: Meg Ryan, Anastacia, Jennifer Aniston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck,still,asta puteam s-o ghicesc daca ma uitam in oglinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway [skip my pathetic excuse for not using blogspot]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baltagul e plictisitor.Adica &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mom fights daughter 'cause she's flirty*-----*Man dies*----*Mom discoveres he died*---*Murderer gets paid!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si atat.adica pe buneee,sunt oameni care mi-au zis ca i-a speriat baltagul?&lt;br /&gt;...spend a week with meeee,never sleep agaaain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-1119195591028940899?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/1119195591028940899/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=1119195591028940899' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/1119195591028940899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/1119195591028940899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2011/04/coolbravo-girl.html' title='cool/bravo girl?'/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-3944535588534425984</id><published>2011-04-04T22:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T22:55:31.355+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Suntem in aprilie.Adica,o luna pana in mai.O luna pana cand incepe sezonul cireselor.Si pentru ca incepe sezonul cireselor,si pentru ca trebuia sa "Redacteaza o compunere de 10-15 randuri in care sa descrii portretul unui personaj apreciat pentru calitatile sale",eu am&amp;nbsp; de gand sa recitesc ciresarii.Si pentru ca am luat azi Ciresarii I din biblioteca si am citit ce scria pe spate,m-am gandit sa mai adaug ceva la "casuta aia de mai sus cu arhiva si meniu' ".Asa,pentru ciresica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pai si vreau sa il descriu pe Ursu.Sau l-as descrie,daca mi-as face tema[observa cineva ca e 11 adica oare imi fac tema].Mi-ar placea sa am un prieten ca ursu.Pentru ca e gen all mighty.Dar dragut.Geez,daca ar exista in realitate personajele din carti,chiar as fi tot timpul...crushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adica atunci cand traiesti astepti un eveniment sau o intalnire sau pe cineva si faptu' ca stii ca mai sunt x zile si o sa te simti fericit pentru cateva secunde.Si daca nu ai nimic de genu'?Astepti sa treaca timpu'?Just like that.Mna,imi place doar sa dooorm..adica,asteapta sa treaca generala sa fii la liceu..sa fie misto si blabla.oare?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-3944535588534425984?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/3944535588534425984/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=3944535588534425984' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/3944535588534425984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/3944535588534425984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2011/04/suntem-in-aprilie.html' title=''/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-3164201238065109190</id><published>2011-04-03T00:27:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T00:27:53.522+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...ce stupid.&lt;br /&gt;da,stiu,a fost alegerea mea.la urma urmei,tot&amp;nbsp; ce am vrut sa fac am facut.si n-ai zis nimic.poate de-asta nu mi-a mai pasat.&lt;br /&gt;doar ca niciodata n-a fost cu adevarat oficial.si ma enerva chestia asta.adica,oficial,neoficial,imi placea sa vorbesc cu tine..si atat.si acum e stupid,pentru ca daca as face asta in continuare am impresia ca o sa ma simt ca o cretina.incercand sa ma prefac ca nu m-am comportat ca o nesimtita in ultimele saptamani.si tu..n-ai zice nimic.&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca de data asta habar n-am ce gandesti.sau ce gandesc eu cu adevarat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nimeni altu bitza and so on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-3164201238065109190?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/3164201238065109190/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=3164201238065109190' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/3164201238065109190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/3164201238065109190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-1931247636543634958</id><published>2011-03-22T20:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T20:38:01.608+02:00</updated><title type='text'>how everything ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-6rPqq38-E/TYjo1J1OxkI/AAAAAAAAAHo/SlXsa8bL0Ac/s1600/itallendsupwith.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-6rPqq38-E/TYjo1J1OxkI/AAAAAAAAAHo/SlXsa8bL0Ac/s320/itallendsupwith.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Deci,totul se termina cu asta.&lt;br /&gt;Ai o viata misto,te distrezi,mori,te ingroapa lumea,dupa 7 ani uita.Ai o viata naspa,te plictisesti,mori,te ingroapa lumea,dupa care te uita.Daca esti misto rau,atunci poate nici nu te ingroapa,poate ca doar ai un patratel in ziar la "disparuti",sau poate sangele tau pateaza o strada.Sau daca esti american sau un d'asta cu &amp;nbsp;pretentii,te ard astia dupa ce mori(sau,daca esti inteligent,te incinereaza),si iti arunca cenusa in locuri zen.&lt;br /&gt;Adica,pentru ce te chinui atat.Sa iti faci o scoalaa,sa ai o slujba,sa muncesti,sa faci bani?Conteaza asa tare?Conteaza sa ai cui sa dai banii mai departe?Si daca se rezuma la satisfactia asta de dinainte sa mori?Adica stii,tuuu,ai plozi,are cine sa te planga,ai muncit mult,sau ai dat multe tepe,ai primit multe,te-au injurat multi sau i-ai injurat tu pe multi cand ai luat teapa,ai si plans de multe ori da' acuma nu mai conteaza ca nu stii de cate ori ai plans si daca e egal numaru' ala cu numarul zambetelor.Adica,anii pe care ii traiesti,merita sa te chinui atata timp..pentru cateva secunde?Merita sa deliberezi,sa vezi daca,intr-un final,poti sa spui "da,a meritat,acum ma simt bine"?Sau poti sa iti plangi de mila,sa-ti spui ca n-ai avut o viata perfecta,dar cel putin acum mori?&lt;br /&gt;Poti sa iti numeri zambetele cand iti trece viata prin fata ochilor.Poti sa zambesti cand stii ca mori ca sa simti ca sfidezi lumea pana la capat.Sau poti sa iti pleci capul.Si poate ca sabia nu taie capul plecat,doar ca..moartea n-are ochi.Nu poate sa-ti vada lacrimile.Ar fi posibil sa simta.Sa creada ca sunt lacrimi de fericire cand realizezi ca ai facut ce trebuia in viata,sau &amp;nbsp;sa plangi pentru ca de-abia acum iti dai seama de anumite greseli.&lt;br /&gt;Intr-un final,cred ca ramane doar frica.Bine,mori..si dupa?Doar o sa ti se ia bani,lumea o sa manance din banii tai,o sa sape cineva o groapa si pentru tine,or sa rupa flori si or sa te acopere cu ele...o sa te manance viermii,o sa se depuna prafu' peste oasele tale si pe partea aia de pamant o sa creasca iarba ca sa iti acopere strigatele.Cand vor invia mortii noaptea,o sa te trezesti si tu,si o sa zambesti amar,pentru ca de-abia atunci,daca iti vei marturisi pacatele in fata altora,vei intelege daca a meritat sa traiesti sau nu.&lt;br /&gt;Deci poate,trebuie sa muncesti,sa te chinui,sa suferi,ca sa ramai cu bani la sfarsit,cat sa iti cumperi o bucata de pamant si doua lemne pentru o cruce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-1931247636543634958?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/1931247636543634958/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=1931247636543634958' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/1931247636543634958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/1931247636543634958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-everything-ends.html' title='how everything ends'/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-6rPqq38-E/TYjo1J1OxkI/AAAAAAAAAHo/SlXsa8bL0Ac/s72-c/itallendsupwith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-2358220283541815140</id><published>2011-03-18T21:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T21:14:59.848+02:00</updated><title type='text'>vineri</title><content type='html'>In this plain life,did you all ever wondered,&lt;br /&gt;How it's like to be a lonely soul,did your heart ever thundered?&lt;br /&gt;In the silent,black night,did you ever feel embraced?&lt;br /&gt;Or,as anyone else,by the death you just felt chased..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say life is sometimes just a joke,&lt;br /&gt;But if your heart ever felt something,maybe the life spoke.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she showed you what pain is,to make you understand,&lt;br /&gt;That if you trust love many times,you may not fall on the soft sand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So memorize my simple words,'cause love won't make you smile,&lt;br /&gt;And if it will,they'll be sour smiles,'cause love tricks just with style,&lt;br /&gt;Don't trust the words fake lovers tell you,'cause they'll just break your heart,&lt;br /&gt;And in the end you'll just end up with scars,calling them black art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca sunt misto si ma mai apuca din cand in cand  sa ma mustrez asa pentru prostii sentimentale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s the type of girl who responds to guys who smile at her because she wants to be friendly. She is the type of girl who stares hard at the board when she does not understand what the teacher is teaching. She is the type of girl who acts like a kid because she misses her childhood. She is the type of girl who rather get hurt by the truth than lies. She is the type of girl who wishes for good things for people she loves. She is the type of girl who stays loyal to one guy when she learns how to love. She is the type of girl who holds on to memories even if it hurts. She is the type of girl I am.&lt;br /&gt;am gasit asta pe tumblr.imi place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E VINERI!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-2358220283541815140?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/2358220283541815140/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=2358220283541815140' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/2358220283541815140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/2358220283541815140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2011/03/vineri.html' title='vineri'/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-619934314136797861</id><published>2011-03-14T17:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T17:42:07.798+02:00</updated><title type='text'>comunitari.</title><content type='html'>S-a incalziiiiiiit :3&lt;br /&gt;Ceea ce e supermegaultraextrasuper.Gen peste 20 de grade blabla.&lt;br /&gt;Si maine e vineri.Ceea ce e si mai blabla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gen n-am reusit sa iau cel mai mare loc pe judet la canguru..dar macar am luat pe scoala,daa?Bine,daca eram din buzesti sau carol sau alta scoala d'asta fancy poate ca m-as fi putut lauda cu un sentiment mai placuuut in minte,dar chiar si in vuia e misto.Adica hei,scoala.Evident nu au participat toti astia care se pricep la engleza,si evident sansele mele sa fi iesit prima pe scoala si atunci ar fi fost mai mici...dar hei.it happened.&lt;br /&gt;Si maine e premierea o__o si sunt incantata.Nu stiu daca primesc ceva sau asa ceva,dar imi place.E primul concurs de engleza serios la care merg si imi place faptul ca e asa oficial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am zis ca indiferent daca o sa imi placa sau nu de cineva n-o sa ma mai ia gura pe dinainte.Adica la urma urmei nu castig nimic din asta.Gen just break their hearts and look forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi am traumatizat doi &lt;s&gt; comunitari &lt;/s&gt; politisti cu un caiet.&lt;br /&gt;Am vazut ce jignit s-a simtit tipu' cand a realizat ca eu credeam ca is comunitari.Adica gen nu stiu daca ai fost atenta da' scrie politia romana pe uniforma.Pai eu sunt neatenta neserioasa ne..buna.XD.&lt;br /&gt;Si e caietu' meu "de franceza,compunere,matematica,desen...si mai e si carte de bucate!".Desene aberatii etc,si faptu' ca am vorbit cu stress si dru in fata...locului unde stateau ei.&lt;br /&gt;Adica prima data vorbeam cu alex si cu dru si eram foarte loud and stuff,si m-am ridicat in picioare ca sa le pot vedea mufele cand vorbesc,si am vazut ca statea la usa si se uita cum gesticulam noi si radea sometimes and stuff.But meh,we're kinda funneah,nothing we can do 'bout that!&lt;br /&gt;Si blabla am inceput cu chestii amuzante si tipu' s-a transformat in pedo bear...e naspa,blondie e mai mica decat mine si s-ar fi pretat la jocu' aluia.Grr.&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance will be,it seems,my new best friend when it comes to that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-619934314136797861?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-112342891085122446</id><published>2011-03-11T13:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T13:49:47.081+02:00</updated><title type='text'>D'astea</title><content type='html'>Deplasându-se în același sens de mers, dar cu idei diferite în ceea ce privește condusul, Stephania Yeah și Andrei Ma Cheama s-au ciocnit.&lt;br /&gt;Apoi fiecare a ajuns la un spital diferit si-au cumparat alte masiiiini and here we are back in life.&lt;br /&gt;Idei diferite de condus,haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi mi s-a amintit iar ca sunt spookeh (.).(.)&lt;br /&gt;Pai daaaa...adica poate e doar greu sa fi nebagat in seama.&lt;br /&gt;Ma-ntreb daca atunci cand or sa fie ei intr-a 7a sau a 8a se vor simti cum ma simt eu cand imi aduc aminte ce cretinoida eram intr-a 5a si cum ii stresam pe Claudia si pe Crapu'.Stai,pe Andrei.&lt;br /&gt;Andrei semana cu Ivar.Ivar...naa,Jeri nu merita comparatia.&lt;br /&gt;Nee,oare cum ar fi fost varianta lor de 13 ani din anul asta?&lt;br /&gt;Gen vreau niste colegi asa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am de gand sa invat la tehnologie.&lt;br /&gt;Adica sa citesc mai multe lectii din manual si sa vad cat pot sa  memorez.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca,umm,nu ma apuc sa invat tot.&lt;br /&gt;Chiar as putea sa invat.As putea sa fiu de 10 pe linie.Doar ca mi-e prea lene sa ma mobilizez.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca sunt mereu gata sa spun ca o sa ma schimb si ca o sa invat si d'astea,doar ca nu ma mobilizez niciodata in adevaratul sens al cuvantului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi place Ingrid Michaelson - Breakable.&lt;br /&gt;Then you drove me to places I'll never forget..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pun pariu ca nu o sa citesti postul asta decat atunci cand o sa mai vorbim mult si  cand o sa ma opresc din vorbit pentru ca o sa ma simt nasol sa vorbesc atat despre mine si o sa intrebi daca am mai scris ceva pe blog,pentru ca tu n-ai mai intrat,si eu o sa fiu gen "aha" si o sa ceri link desi e mereu la status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tedi ma uraste &gt;.&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-112342891085122446?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/112342891085122446/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=112342891085122446' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/112342891085122446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/112342891085122446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2011/03/dastea.html' title='D&apos;astea'/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-7893657794419362075</id><published>2011-03-10T22:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T22:45:43.122+02:00</updated><title type='text'>BlablaSaptamanal</title><content type='html'>Mooo-Rons.&lt;br /&gt;MOrons.&lt;br /&gt;MOrons are for MO.&lt;br /&gt;so MO..NA always falls for MOrons.&lt;br /&gt;but not yet,my dearest watson.&lt;br /&gt;Adica n-am niciun chef sa fiu all uite,e artistic and shit.Am un 9 la fizica.I mean grr.Adica nu e ca si cum ma pricep,dar..ma rog.Planu' cu 10 pe linie cade,mi-e imposibil sa reusesc sa scot media 10 la fizica.Ar insemna sa invat.Si nu pooot sa invat la fizica.Sunt bata la fizica.Profa stie asta,eu stiu asta,lumea se obisnuieste cu asta,de ce sa stric armonia asta?&lt;br /&gt;Acelasi lucru.De ce sa stric armonia dintre boys are fuckers si cherry and her awesome pretty girls are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,primavara e..aproape aici.&lt;br /&gt;Zic aproape pentru ca o sa fie primavara cu adevarat cand o sa ma tirez in parc si cand o sa fie ziua lu' Dru.Si o sa fie inmuguriti copacii,si o sa infloreasca,si o sa puta GROZAV.GROZAV.GROZAV. la cires.Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marti e premierea la canguru :3&lt;br /&gt;Caan't wait.&lt;br /&gt;Sambata asta e olimpiada la tehnologie x3&lt;br /&gt;Daca iau peste 90,sunt un fel de Einstein al Norocului.&lt;br /&gt;De genu' whoa,am nimerit cele 976079720 intrebari?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am tatuat toate jaluzelele din clasa cu numele nostru.Au ramas 3 libere.Sa mai vina 3 baieti.C'mon c;'mon c'mon.Pai,daca e sa o luam asa,anul asta am primit 3 colegi inalti.Doar ca Alexandra e prea..girl ca sa ma imprietenesc cu ea - nu ma pricep la girls,nici macar nu mai am dispozitia aia de hei tu ai putea sa te intelegi cu mine.Faneee...poate fane o sa ia cirese.Desi daca vine vorba de el mai bine ma bazez pe mC.Si alex probabil ar inventa o chestie ca sa ia ciresele mai usor.Se pricepe la chestiile astea.Daa,se pricepe la ceva!&lt;br /&gt;Andreea  si..atat.Andreea e medie,nu are cum sa imi ia cirese.Poate e vreun cires prin catargiu de care n-am aflat si imi rupe crengi din el daca e relativ usor,dar asta e deja stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am motivabsentpojar.N-am pojar,doar ca mi se motiveaza toate posibilele absente pentru ca cica ma pot duce acasa sa invat la tehnologie.Gen se trezeste stefi de dimineata "Merita sa pierd o zi de scoala care poate fi funny si sa scap dee matematica si sa dorm mult si sa mananc mult si sa stau mult la pc?" Pai nu,n-a meritat,ca deh,aveam trigonometrie si stefi a vrut sa vina la scoala ca poate nu intelegea dupa lectia.Ceea ce defapt nu s-a intamplat,ca am facut cu profa dintr-a 5a.Ergooo....tot nu merita,mi-a placut azi la scoala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am gasit pe laptop o poezie englezistica sadistica sau asa ceva.&lt;br /&gt;Doar ca n-am de gand sa pornesc laptopu si sa ma mut la el doar pentru asta.&lt;br /&gt;Stiuu,se termina in "Because love died,and so did him".&lt;br /&gt;Mie mi s-a parut un happy end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanar vreau mereu sa fiu&lt;br /&gt;Sa traiesc asa cum stiu&lt;br /&gt;Ca la 20 de ani&lt;br /&gt;Fara griji si &lt;s&gt; fara &lt;/s&gt; cu muulti bani.&lt;br /&gt;Gen ziua lu' kid ieri,gen uber duper,gen gain inca douaj' de kile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-7893657794419362075?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-7514131074816026300</id><published>2011-03-07T22:48:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T22:48:37.509+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I cause mind fuck.</title><content type='html'>Stiu ca titlul e o minciuna,dar ma simt bine sa cred ca as putea face asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dildo mi-a facut ziua mai fericitaaaa XD&lt;br /&gt;Gen ma toooot milogesc si ma tooooot milogesc(cherr e miloaga,am mai zis) de profa de bio sa disecam broaste,si ea se plange la a 8a si spune ca nu crede sa fiu sadica,e imposiiibil sa fiu sadica.&lt;br /&gt;Si asta ma face mandra de mine.Foarrrte mandra.Sunt putini profi care chiar stiu ce pot si ce gandesc si blablablablabla insert  morala facuta de profi cand fac o prostie here.Adica profa de bio crede ca sunt o minte luminata (cu bec d'ala ecologic ca e ieftin) si ca sunt inocenta si ma duce capu' dar sunt cuminte.Si mai crede si ca sunt anemica,da.&lt;br /&gt;Profa de romana crede ca sunt misto si atat.&lt;br /&gt;Nu ca nu as fi misto,doar ca ataaaat?Adica stii,sunt mai mult decat misto.Sunt nebunasistresantasisadicasimistooooo.Gen eu rau?Sunt doar prost nebun..si nesimtit.Esti vaaca.&lt;br /&gt;Profa de sport nu stie ce si cum sunt,pentru ca e asa vaag,nu prea ii pasa,stie doar ca ma cert cu ea daca imi reproseaza ceva ce nu-mi convine nici mie si o enervez deci.&lt;br /&gt;Profa de fizica &lt;s&gt; IMISTIENUMELE!!!! &lt;/s&gt; cred ca si-a dat seama ca-s praf la fizica si si-a pus sperantele mai mult in concursuri gen powerpoint etc.E misto,n-am iesit deloc deloc la tabla anu' asta,dar fac problemele pe caiet si invat defintiile si scriu la teste.E misto ca nu ma scoate la tabla.Hei,doar i-am adus creta.Si burete!&lt;br /&gt;Diriga stie doar ca ma cheama stefi,ca-s a 6a la catalog si ca pot sa merg la concursuri.Si ca vine cu mine doar daca am de gand sa castig ceva.Adica doar la premiere.Pai de ce ne-ar deranja sa mergem cu plozii la concurs,se descuuurca,au bani de motorina ce naiba.&lt;br /&gt;Si apoi vine asta de tehno.La care ma abtin.La urma urmei a 5a a fost singura clasa cand am facut tehnologie si mi-a placut.Intr-a 6a a venit drunkopedobear si acum..meh,acum ne-am capsat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urasc faptul ca fetele de varsta mea se comporta diferit si automat baietii cred ca asa ma comport si eu.Adica da,un baiat pe deceniu and co,but it really pisses me off &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make sure I'll build my heart brick by boring brick..so no one will fuck it =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-7514131074816026300?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-1792594837270451532</id><published>2011-02-28T22:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T22:16:19.751+02:00</updated><title type='text'>alien\'s sign</title><content type='html'>... poate ca pana o sa se topeasca zapada,nici lui n-o sa-i mai placa de mine.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urasc luna februarie.Nici nu ma inteleg bine cu persoanele nascute in luna februarie.Cred ca e un fel de conspiratie,si toata lumea incearca sa faca luna asta cat mai nasoala pentru mine.Doar sunt nasoala.&lt;br /&gt;Cel putin maine o sa fie martie.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be all like "Haven't take a bath since last month - LIKE A BOSS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ador primavara si vara si caldura si soarele si ciresele si vacanta!&lt;br /&gt;Asta vreau 24/24,7/7,31/31,12/12 si in orice alt deceniu si secol pe care il pot prinde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urasc sa te pupe x si y in cur pentru ca nu stiu ce privilegiu le aduci sau nu stiu cine e de fata si apoi sa se transforme in nesimtiti incurabili.Gen a pai sti avand in vedere ca inainte erai altcineva acum pot sa fiu cu tine cum sunt cu ceilalti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lately,I'd like to be a loner and shit.It's like,the best way to spend your life.No one cares about you,you don't care about someone,no one asks you about your money,you don't ask someone for some money...Life's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skinu e schimbat de mult asa pentru cat de pustiu e blogu' si chestia aia cu story de la meniu e doar in locu chatboxului.Nu imi plac bataile de cap cu chatboxu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-1792594837270451532?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-400379588691705937</id><published>2011-02-24T20:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T20:15:14.992+02:00</updated><title type='text'>blablatitludepostpecaresailcititi</title><content type='html'>Tonight is our last dance.&lt;br /&gt;Oh,yes,tonight is your last chance.&lt;br /&gt;It's the last night for holding hands,&lt;br /&gt;Well darling,tonight,our love ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu postez decat ce fac eu.Cine sunt,ce cred,ce vreau,ce visez,ce simt.&lt;br /&gt;Si n-am nevoie de mai mult...&lt;br /&gt;Adica,nu prea cred ca ma intereseaza asa tare lucrurile astea la ceilalti.&lt;br /&gt;Daca as posta despre ceilalti probabil ar fi pareri gresite,pentru ca niciodata nu stii o persoana complet..sau cel putin pe aproape.&lt;br /&gt;E aiurea cand citesti o carte sau ceva si incepi sa te exprimi ca in cartea respectiva.&lt;br /&gt;Si incerci sa scrii cum o faci de-obicei,doar ca ti se pare ca suna aiurea si stergi si incerci iar pana te dai batut..a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai am nimic de citit.Numai.Nu,nu mai am.&lt;br /&gt;De-obicei,cand nu stiu ce sa scriu fac o leapsa.Sau o poezie.Sau ceva aiurea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mirosul dvs. preferat:&lt;br /&gt;..parfumul mamei.Parfum vechi,nu foarte popular,dar miroase foarte bine....&lt;br /&gt;2. Gustul dvs. preferat:&lt;br /&gt;Ciocolata.si Cirese.Nu ciocolata cu cirese,cred ca doar cirese.Cirese negre.&lt;br /&gt;3. Ce părere aveţi despre aroma usturoiului?&lt;br /&gt;Inainte nu imi placea.Cand eram..mai mica.Mi se parea scarbos,ma ridicam de la masa cand era usturoi pe-acolo si alte fitosenii cretine de copil cretin(si uite ca imi revin).Acum ma inebuneste mirosu de usturoi,as manca in disperare XD&lt;br /&gt;4. Nu aţi gustat niciodată...&lt;br /&gt; Hmm...ananas asaa..taaiat?Decat compot,nah.&lt;br /&gt;5. Marca preferată de Chipsuri:&lt;br /&gt; Cred ca Lays.Nu mananc asa des chipsuri,mai degraba fratemeo..&lt;br /&gt;6. Aroma preferată de Chipsuri:&lt;br /&gt; Marar si smantana.Dar evident,se ignora asta si mananc cu sare.&lt;br /&gt;7. Ce părere aveţi despre floricelele de porumb cu aromă de ciocolată sau caramel?&lt;br /&gt;   Desi imi place mult ciocolata si chestii,cu floricele e cam..scarbos?Naspa,ma rog&lt;br /&gt;8. Aroma preferata de floricele de porumb:&lt;br /&gt;   Sare si atat.&lt;br /&gt;9. Aţi vrea sa gustati...&lt;br /&gt;   Cirese chiar acum chiar daca am mai mancat cirese in viata asta dar..&lt;br /&gt;10. Urâţi gustul de...&lt;br /&gt;   Grasimea de la carne ._. Lumea se da in vant dupa parte aia.Am incercat sa o mananc ca sa ma pot ingrasa,dar imi vine greata de la ea.&lt;br /&gt;11. Ce părere aveti despre spanac?&lt;br /&gt;   ..as putea spune ca ma sperie o.o Nu am amintiri prea placute din copilarie cu spanacul.&lt;br /&gt;12. Vă place brânza cu mucegai?&lt;br /&gt;   Nu cred ca am mancat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself today...I think i look so shitty.&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa stau acasa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-400379588691705937?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/400379588691705937/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=400379588691705937' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/400379588691705937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/400379588691705937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2011/02/blablatitludepostpecaresailcititi.html' title='blablatitludepostpecaresailcititi'/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-590671864260936396</id><published>2011-02-22T23:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T23:05:07.080+02:00</updated><title type='text'>empty</title><content type='html'>I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;De ce mereu racesc in perioada asta?Anu' trecut am racit tot in perioada asta si n-am fost la scoala sa imi iau revansa de la ziua mea fata de Victor.&lt;br /&gt;Ow well,ca intotdeauna,faza mea judeteana la olimpiada a fost un fail total.&lt;br /&gt;Dar macar la canguru am luat cel mai mare punctaj pe scoala,si cica se primesc premii or shit like,carti si chestii,si mi-ar placea asta...&lt;br /&gt;Am dat o lucrare la geometrie si am fost un fail mare,mare,mare...&lt;br /&gt;I only fail in february.&lt;br /&gt;Incep sa cred ca imi place mai mult algebra,da' faza e ca poate imi place doar pentru ca acum sunt niste chestii..destul de usoare.&lt;br /&gt;Ma simt stupid.Stupid de racitaa.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid de sigur ca o sa iau maine un 4 la franceza,dar nu e vina mea ca nu stiu sa colorez nimic.doar,pe mine nu ma-nvata nimeni sa vad color.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt un fel de televizor invechit alb-negru printre LCDuri si televizoare 3D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid de sigur ca saptamana asta o sa fie o saptamana urata pentru mine....vreau sa vina vara.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't have anything to say and that is gettin kinda weird,'cause I usually talk alot to myself buut...now i'm empty.emptieeeeh.[emptyeeh?]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-590671864260936396?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/590671864260936396/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=590671864260936396' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/590671864260936396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/590671864260936396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2011/02/empty.html' title='empty'/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-4680866213075128371</id><published>2011-02-15T22:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T22:50:50.013+02:00</updated><title type='text'>legen...waaait for it...</title><content type='html'>...dary : &gt; Watching how I met your mother,and it kinda makes me dream about Ted and think how Barney looks like the bigger mC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa.Watch me as I shine with little shiny pink dots for VD.VD.VAMPIRE DOUCHEBAGS.&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's douchebag.&lt;br /&gt;douuuche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all,mi se pare grozav sa cunosc +5 fete de varsta mea sau aproape p'acolo care cred ca vd e dezzzgustator.I mean,chestii tipice,ah,mersi pentru punga roz frumoasa cu o tampenie cu inimioare in ea,drept recompensa o sa stau atarnata de gatul tau toata ziua si iti permit sa iti bagi toata limba in gatul meu.like ew ._. [._. &lt;- fata de copil traumatizat cand canibalii cu inimioare in posterior isi mananca barbiile ._.]Mi-a iesit 9.88 :&gt; 9.88,da,da,ce frumos,9.88,da,da.&lt;br /&gt;Ce e mega trist super trist absolut de trist mai absolut ca vodka de trist,e ca pana si la mate mi-a iesit 10,si la fizica si la biologie m-am.........................X.X grawwr!trebuie sa imi iasa 10 la toate semestrul asta,trebuie trebuie,vreau si eu 10 pe linie macar un semestru in generala XD AND WE CAN!I CAN!oooh,daca se intampla asta as putea sa cer o recompensa? adica daa ar fi urat din partea mea dar..si apoi toata vara as fi gen "hei mama,stii cat mi-a iesit media?10,daaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cum ar fi sa fi ignorata complet de valentine;s gay,si apoi ziua urmatoare tipu' sa fie all flowers and candies and love loove love.everybody everybody wants to looove...mwaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pai imi place ora de mate.imi place draghici.e asa de treaba,si nici macar nu tipa mereu si facem lectiile intr-un mod mistooo..si e asa cul ca as putea chiar sa ies la tabla voluntar,dar...mai bine nu XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca nu stii, ti-as arata &lt;br /&gt;Din bob în bob amorul, &lt;br /&gt;Ci numai nu te mânia, &lt;br /&gt;Ci stai cu binisorul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum vânatoru-ntinde-n crâng &lt;br /&gt;La pasarele latul, &lt;br /&gt;Când ti-oi întinde bratul stâng &lt;br /&gt;Sa ma cuprinzi cu bratul;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ochii tai nemiscatori &lt;br /&gt;Sub ochii mei ramâie... &lt;br /&gt;De te înalt de subsuori &lt;br /&gt;Te-nalta din calcâie;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Când fata mea se pleaca-n jos, &lt;br /&gt;În sus ramâi cu fata, &lt;br /&gt;Sa ne privim nesatios &lt;br /&gt;Si dulce toata viata;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ca sa-ti fie pe deplin &lt;br /&gt;Iubirea cunoscuta, &lt;br /&gt;Când sarutându-te ma-nclin, &lt;br /&gt;Tu iarasi ma saruta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partea frumoasa din Luceafarul.Adica partea preferata.XD Adica asa de via dex definitie pentru iubire and stuff.Ceea ce e draguuuuuut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-a fost spalat creierul si am inceput sa am ganduri optimiste si fericite si complimentez lumea si...Ce se-ntampla stefi,ce se-ntampla?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hei faaane.Scuze ca te pocnesc atat si ca sunt asa de new jerkie si chestii.Darr,peste cativa ani o sa te lauzi ca te-a pocnit satan si ai supravietuit :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls,I'm rlly sowwy I'm being a new jerkie.Adica nu e vina mea...Ya know I'm not always like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you need is love,love,love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-4680866213075128371?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/4680866213075128371/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=4680866213075128371' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/4680866213075128371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/4680866213075128371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2011/02/legenwaaait-for-it.html' title='legen...waaait for it...'/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-3499748564519431719</id><published>2011-02-10T21:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T21:36:15.810+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Trolololol.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OkE5uHIBddU&gt; ow man this is so freakin awesome.I wanna fall asleep and wake up and live on this song.si un baiaaat a facut melodia asta,dude!I mean,e asa de draguta o.o.I mean,asa de draguta!! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok acum ma simt bine.&lt;br /&gt;Am invatat niste ...teoreme.nu teorii,damn.teoreme la mate.inca incerc sa ma gandesc ce am sters din informatiile mele pretioase ca sa retin teoriile,chiar daca nu prea are sens.Adica daca am sters o informatie nu am cum sa imi dau seama care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd really be careless if you'd...anw,I mean,I guess no one likes what they already has.Like "moore,moore,more"(more cigarettes?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imi place cuvantul cigarettes.suna complicat XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fizica si matematica sunt singurele materii la care tocesc.&lt;br /&gt;si chestia asta nici macar nu ma face proasta.sunt doar...foarte inexplicabil de incapatanata cand vine vorba de invatat la math or smth.&lt;br /&gt;si pot fi foarte incapatanata,pentru ca am un cap mare.in cap atanata.imi permit.&lt;br /&gt;like,la gogu puteam sa spun o definitie fara sa respir pentru ca o toceam perfect si nu ma simteam prost din cauza asta.doar ca draghici e asa friendly cu noi(like,in ce galaxie ar fi spus stefi de asta-vara asta?)...Dar le-am retinuut,si incerc sa le aplic.Adica bine,nu sa le aplic eu la tabla,ca-mi place echilibrul meu emotional de-acum.Doar,cand aplica cineva la tabla sa fac legatura intre teorema respectiva si cum se scrie.&lt;br /&gt;m-am speriat azi.azi,doua ore de mate.azi,toata lumea "doamna,as putea incerca eu la problema x...?".Man,toata lumea intreba asta.Eu nu vreau sa intreb asta.Btw,drux(oare dru mai citeste asta [vezi,dru suna diferit]?),cand iti spune draghici "andra,incerci tu la problema urmatoare?" ai putea sa ii spui nu?adica,nu sugerez sa refuuuzi tu,ma refer doar..&lt;br /&gt;Adica daca te intreaba daca vrei,inseamna ca poti spune nu...nu?Bine,nici nu vreau sa imi imaginez replicile.Dar e ceva involuntar. Cum ar fi "pacat ca nu vrei,oricum o faci.".De-asta nu ieseam niciodata in pauza inainte de matematica,ma temeam ca daca intarzii o sa fie ceva de genul "daca tot venisi ultima,sa treci prima la tabla".sau sa sterg tabla la mate."daca tot esti in picioare,ramai tu la tabla si fa problema x".Asa mi-a facut cand au facut greva.dar atunci a fost placut,m-a pus sa propun o tema normala,nu ceva legat de matematica,si asta a fost frumos,imi place sa comunic asa.gen I'm da boss eu aleg subiectu.&lt;br /&gt;Draghici e like,foarte foarte de treaba.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-ar placea mult sa fie profa de romana..decat de mate ._.&lt;br /&gt;Adica la romana ma pricep si nu mi-e asa greu s-o lalai cu subiectele pe care le propune intre o "alexandru la tabla" si "ce facusi ma acolo?".dupa spune ca vorbesc mult si sa vorbesc si la tabla.e greu cu imaginatia XD &lt;br /&gt;Like,ieri au venit niste tipi de la teatru sa vanda bilete si etc.Mai auzisem de piesa inainte.si chiar vroiam sa merg.dar ma abtiiin.a fost amuzant totusi sa vorbesc cu ei.Pare ca gandesc mult o replica inainte sa o spuna.Ca la teatru.Ca atunci cand citesti un scenariu si te imaginezi cum pronunti cuvantul ala,ala si ala.&lt;br /&gt;five,six,baby steps!&lt;br /&gt;am fost finally la titulescu sa ridicam "premiul" de la errr...waiting for santa claus.and they simply fucked it.nu merita sa muncim la aia pentru ce au oferit ei ca premii.Like,srsly,imi pasa de premii.Mi se pare normal.Just,like that.&lt;br /&gt;Muhahahaha.Maine e vineri.si maine n-am mate si am fizica si chimie si franceza si desen.Si n-am facut plansa aia la desennn...Incep sa fiu buna la franceza.Cel putin la tradus.Cred ca as putea sa inteleg un ...francofon? vorbind.daca ar vorbi incet.gen slow motion.adica pot sa traduc,dar nu pot sa ma exprim in franceza.si nici nu fac meditatii,yay.&lt;br /&gt;profa de desen e rlly kewl.prima profa de desen care e buna la desen si ma invata chestii noi.imi place de tipa asta.&lt;br /&gt;n-am gasit subiect pentru ala la fizica.poate cosmonauti...?adica,se pune ca zbor,nu?zbor..in spatiu.traaaaraarararara.&lt;br /&gt;fizica dupa pauza mare pauza mare langa laborator de fizica pentru ca au calorifere calde si o bianca inconstienta de faptul ca stefi are oase si organe in ea si o sparge daca o ia in brate.pentru ca ea e un bibelou &lt;- di godfather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-3499748564519431719?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/3499748564519431719/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=3499748564519431719' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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sa zambeasca.ceea ce a fost awesome.nu,nuuu doar awesome.like,cea mai awesome chestie a zilei.pentru secundele alea,am avut impresia ca cea mai draguta chestie pe care poti sa o faci intr-o zi e sa faci un bebelus sa zambeasca.bebelusii sunt simpatici cand miros frumos si nu plang.bebelusi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si cel putin fizic,sunt sanatoasa.ignorand faptul ca sunt o lenesa si faptul ca nu fac miscare ma afecteaza,o sa fiu perfect capabila sa nasc plozi sanatosi si nu e nevoie de nicio operatie pe coooord.deschis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evident,putea sa nu fie asa de dur...bine stai n-a fost dur e doar ideea ca are multa experienta si e direct...incat sa o intrebe pe mama daca nu cumva m-a nascut prematur si sa-mi spuna ca la prima vedere ar zice ca am mai multe probleme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh,topless day is over!&lt;br /&gt;he was like "ti-e frig?"&lt;br /&gt;and i was like "m,nu,nu,nu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cred ca brasov o sa fie orasul meu preferat.dupa ce vizitez sibiu si valcea si tot bucurestiu' si constanta...daa,dupa asta.adica ma rog,imprejurimile brasovului sunt perfecte pana acum.sa vedem brasovu' XDD si o sa vad toate astea.&lt;br /&gt;si poate cand o sa-mi cumpar tricoul ala de la bran o sa-l cumpar din banii mei.pun pariu ca tricoul ala o sa stea mai bine pe mine daca o sa-l cumpar din banii mei XD&lt;br /&gt;"A smile from transivania"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vreau asa de mult sa fie vara.Vreau asa de mult sa fie cald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma-ntreb cum e sa imbatranesti.Sa incepi sa incerci sa te obisnuiesti cu gandul ca o sa mori?Sa incepi sa strangi bani pentru un mormant decent,sa speri ca o sa fie cineva langa tine atunci...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty girls eat cheese!&lt;br /&gt;E trist ca urasc laptele dar imi place orice deviat din lapte.Iaurtbranzasmantanaciocolataculaptebranzabranzabranzaaa.&lt;br /&gt;Ce mananci de esti asa albaa?Branza,branza,branza.&lt;br /&gt;Branza nu-i galbena man.&lt;br /&gt;Desi daca stau sa ma gandesc cand eram mica beam numai lapte si ceai.Si acum nu beau nici una,nici alta.Vai,stefi ciudata,cum sa nu-ti placa ceaiul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi placea sa beau ceai cand eram mica.Beam ceai de tei adevarat si mancam branza cu el.Si avea gust buun,desi era asa de simplu.Imi placea sa fiu mica si sa pot sa fac orice si sa dorm pana tarziu si sa fac ce vreau vara...imi placea sa fiu copil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daca ti-as spune asta..si maine n-as simti ca e adevarat?Daca ai crede ca ma joc cu tine,fara sa stii ca mintea mea se joaca cu sufletul meu?Sau poate inima rade de minte?Da,mintea a incercat mereu sa ii dea peste &lt;s&gt; ventricul &lt;/s&gt; nas inimii,dar ea intotdeauna a avut dreptate intr-un final.Intotdeauna s-a vindecat,si mintea a ramas tot bolnava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When her eyes start shining,&lt;br /&gt;That's cause her heart is dying,&lt;br /&gt;And if she stops breathing for a while,&lt;br /&gt;That's cause she tries to smile.&lt;br /&gt;"What if this is my best fake smile?"&lt;br /&gt;She says,and Lord,for her,I'd walk a mile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder&lt;br /&gt;In years,will I still hear you screamin;,&lt;br /&gt;In a grave,in the end,will I hear you cursin,?&lt;br /&gt;If the pain will grow,would you be screamin louder?&lt;br /&gt;About my life,and yours,'bout us,oh,how I wonder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa,asa si asa se comporta stefi cand plange.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-3257686784317266479?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/3257686784317266479/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=3257686784317266479' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>*Post alimentat de un net obosit care te obliga sa cauti subiecte care se incarca cu greu in 10 minute,dar dupa le citesti cat iti pica netu' ca o vaca.Sadly,numa' kid gaseste subiectele creepy care-mi plac mie &gt;.&gt; *&lt;br /&gt;*Behold,because stefi is writing!*&lt;br /&gt;*Ce misto,as putea sa imi pun asta ca titlu la blog*&lt;br /&gt;*Ce uber misto,pot sa folosesc misto odata ce eu insumi sunt misto*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;*Am o problema grava cu inceputurile la povesti,trebuie sa citesc un forum despre asta,sa incerc mai multe de genu'...da' pana atunci imi permit sa incep brusc si sa ma uit pe tavan cand citeste cineva inceputu'*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;*Ow man,ow man,ow man,pot sa il fac in versuri si atunci merge si cu inceput brusc*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In noaptea cenusie,far' de lumini,&lt;br /&gt;Haladuiesc pe strazi ai tai ochi senini,&lt;br /&gt;Paseste cu grija-n obscuritate.&lt;br /&gt;Umbra far' de noroc,tu,in singuratate..&lt;br /&gt;Gasesti ca-i normal,pe o pustie strada,&lt;br /&gt;C-un chicotit mut,pe-o alba balustrada,&lt;br /&gt;Sa-ti fie adusa tie scrisoarea mortii azi?&lt;br /&gt;Citeste-o pandind,caci poate-ai sa cazi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar iata,scrisoarea-i un adevar mut,&lt;br /&gt;Pecetluita cu sigiliul unui sarut,&lt;br /&gt;Sarut de buze vineti,manjite de sange,&lt;br /&gt;Cu gura mica,insangerata,trupul iti frange.&lt;br /&gt;O foaie-ngalbenita de timp,patata de cerneala,&lt;br /&gt;Cuvinte dure aruncate rapid,fara sfiala,&lt;br /&gt;Un adevar ce de prea mult timp e-ngropat,&lt;br /&gt;O umbra a decis ,el trebuie aflat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Voi,umbre lipsite de respect,&lt;br /&gt;Unde va este adevarul circumspect?&lt;br /&gt;Unde,va-ntreb,gasiti bautori de sange,&lt;br /&gt;Ce nu pot sta in soare,sau nu pot plange?&lt;br /&gt;Cine v-a spus ca nu va putem prinde?&lt;br /&gt;Ah,omul fals ce usturoi si-argint va vinde,&lt;br /&gt;Va minte ca sufletul nostru-i pierdut,&lt;br /&gt;Cand el insusi pe-al lui l-a vandut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar e gresit,voi ne-ati starpit sufletul,&lt;br /&gt;Ne-ati obligat doar noaptea sa ne spunem cantecul,&lt;br /&gt;Noi ne-am pierdut lacrimile in praful noptii,&lt;br /&gt;Si ne-am pastrat pentru noi sute de conceptii.&lt;br /&gt;In grupul bautorilor de sange de-ati veni,&lt;br /&gt;Fantasmele flamande le-ati gasi.&lt;br /&gt;Si-atunci ati intelege,fara erori,&lt;br /&gt;De ce numele-unui vampir face furori."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu,umbra tremuranda,vezi acum?&lt;br /&gt;Cand am numit scrisoarea mortii,eu nu am fost nebun.&lt;br /&gt;Caci iata,fantasma-i ascunsa-n sufletul tau,&lt;br /&gt;Si-i gata sa iasa,si sa te traga-n hau..&lt;br /&gt;Iar tu,umbra nebuna,nu poti acum sa spui,&lt;br /&gt;Cum ai vazut vampirul,cu ochii tai caprui,&lt;br /&gt;Caci coltii-i sunt infipti in sanul tau rotund,&lt;br /&gt;Si te tranform-usor,sigur, in muribund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(titleless gen topless - 3-4 feb)&lt;br /&gt;(i'm so awesome)&lt;br /&gt;(iar am probleme cu corasonu :-&lt; iar cardiolog.pudicaaaaaaaaa.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-4966951022863222398?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/4966951022863222398/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=4966951022863222398' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/4966951022863222398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/4966951022863222398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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[sau pentru cazul unei cirese lenese,pune un x langa]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’m loud.  x &lt;br /&gt;* I’m sarcastic. x &lt;br /&gt;* I Cry Easily.&lt;br /&gt;* I have a bad temper x&lt;br /&gt;* I’m easy to get along with. x&lt;br /&gt;* I have more enemies than friends. x&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve smoked.&lt;br /&gt;* i drink coffee.&lt;br /&gt;* I clean my room daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My appearance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I wear makeup.﻿﻿﻿ x&lt;br /&gt;* I wear a piece of jewelry at all times. x&lt;br /&gt;* I wear contacts. &lt;br /&gt;* I wear glasses. (need some or contacts)&lt;br /&gt;* I have braces.&lt;br /&gt;* I change my hair color often. x &lt;br /&gt;* I have a piercing.&lt;br /&gt;* I have small feet. y XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* ﻿I’m in a relationship now. x &lt;br /&gt;* I’m single.&lt;br /&gt;* I’m crushin’. &lt;br /&gt;* I’ve missed an ex before. x &lt;br /&gt;* I’m always scared of being hurt.x&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve told someone I loved them when I didn’t. x &lt;br /&gt;* I’ve told someone I didn’t love them when I did.  x&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve been in love more than two times x&lt;br /&gt;* I believe in love at first sight. x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendships:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I have a best friend. x                                     &lt;br /&gt;* I have at least ten REAL friends.&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve gotten a phone call in the last 48 hours from a friend x&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve beaten up a friend. (LMFAO) x&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve been in a serious fight with a friend.  x&lt;br /&gt;* I can trust at least five people with my life. x &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiences:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve been on a plane.﻿﻿&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve taken a taxi. x&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve taken a city bus. x &lt;br /&gt;* I’ve taken a school bus.&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve made a speech. x&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve been in some sort of club. x&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve won an award. x&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve spent 24 hours on the computer straight. x &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I listen to R&amp;B. x&lt;br /&gt;* I listen to pop. x&lt;br /&gt;* I listen to techno.&lt;br /&gt;* I listen to rock. x&lt;br /&gt;* I’m one of those people who play songs repeatedly until I hate it. x&lt;br /&gt;* I download music. x&lt;br /&gt;* I buy CD’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Television:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I spend at least six hours a day watching television. ﻿ &lt;br /&gt;* I’m in love with Days Of Our Lives.&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve seen and liked the O.C.&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve seen and like America’s Next Top Model&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve seen and liked CSI. x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* My biological parents are still together. x &lt;br /&gt;* I have at least one brother. x&lt;br /&gt;* I have at least one sister.&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve been kicked out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve ran away from my home. &lt;br /&gt;* I’ve sworn at my parents. x&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve made my parents cry. &lt;br /&gt;* I’ve lied to my parents. x&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve lied to my parents about where I am.&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve lied to my parents about what I’m doing. x&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve lied to my parents so I’d be allowed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve been brown ﻿﻿ x&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve had streaks.&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve cut my hair in the past year. x&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve dyed my hair in the past year.&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve been blonde. x&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve had black.&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve been red.&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve been light brown.&lt;br /&gt;* I use conditioner.&lt;br /&gt;* I’ve curled my hair. &lt;br /&gt;* I’ve straightened my hair. x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La,la,la,leapsa rocks.Still,asta nu e chiar leapsa.&lt;br /&gt;Canguru a fost uber duper easy daaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was the only girl from  middle..school/high?._.&lt;br /&gt;anw,that sucked,'cause every highschool dude was like "hey,what's the answer for 654736865 36?" or shit and i was like "checked,checked,checked".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca o sa fie un obicei sa astept sa dea cineva lucrarea inaintea mea.Pentru ca mereu mi se reproseaza ca ma grabesc si d'aia fac greseli ca vreau sa fiu prima.&lt;br /&gt;Like wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't get that careless thing..&lt;br /&gt;That's 'cause you left to early.&lt;br /&gt;I mean yes I can kinda tell someone that I don't care..&lt;br /&gt;But I don't see the point of it,when inside of me,I know I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the love of God,I miss the old times,when I was a true kid and things like that&lt;br /&gt;didn't bother me at all.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be a kid.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe grow up for real.Like 30 years my own house and nothing to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-3923072132755006374?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/3923072132755006374/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=3923072132755006374' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/3923072132755006374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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iarba si gandul aiurea &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar acum in toamna,la plecare &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tanguie ca ma rup din inima ei si o doare... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R  Padure,padure nebuna, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fiecare noapte cu luna, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voi rataci fara tinta,agale, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca o frunza manata de vant pe potecile tale..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fiecare noapte de iarna,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umbra ei alba va veni sa se-astearna &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca o ursoaica cu puii ucisi  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La umbra stejarilor pradati de frunzis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fiecare dimineata, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uneori ca o umbra,alteori ca o ceata, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca o negura sau ca o bruma, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voi veni,voi veni,nu te mai tangui,padure nebuna.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this.Soooo freakin bad....&lt;br /&gt;Ce e si mai dragut e ca pot scrie versurile in post in loc sa dau un link de la un sarci pe google pentru ca scriu pentru mine.Ah harlots.&lt;br /&gt;Song of the month.Or the season.not sure of the year.just,let's stick to the season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maine canguru&lt;br /&gt;maine me happy = )&lt;br /&gt;hell yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;ma-ntreb daca am stricat layoutul cu atata auri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-7801256010126649269?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/7801256010126649269/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=7801256010126649269' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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here.&lt;br /&gt;Stefi a fost la olimpiada.&lt;br /&gt;Imi place sa scriu despre ea la persoana IIIa :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evident,capatana patrata a fost iar in spatele meu.&lt;br /&gt;He became flirty.And that bothers me,because he was pretty.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately,I don't stare at people anymow.&lt;br /&gt;And I,on the other hand,I became stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Si nu sunt in stare sa socializez deloooc.&lt;br /&gt;Adica... bine, cat poti socializa pentru juma de ora?&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I could walk in front of the first stranger I see and try to make him my friend.I'm just not good at it.Usually,I'm not in a good mood when something like that could be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so freakin tired.&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa dorm,sa dorm,sa dorm.Poate sufar de gigantism doar psihic,nu si fizic.Fizic ai zice ca sufar de nanism.&lt;br /&gt;Nonononono.&lt;br /&gt;I'm PARFECT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could make time to make my wishes come true,&lt;br /&gt;I'd scream my first wish,and it could happen,I know,&lt;br /&gt;I'll rest my soul for a day,and it won't feel blue,&lt;br /&gt;No,I won't feel blue anymore,and my heart would flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-3351203954631526876?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/3351203954631526876/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=3351203954631526876' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/3351203954631526876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Amintirile mele . Da,amintiri nu foarte frumoase,dar amintirile mele..Amintiri pe care am tinut sa le inchid inauntrul meu,sa le pot cauta atunci cand simt cum dispar,inainte sa imi dau seama ca acum mi-e imposibil sa dispar.Cum poate sa dispara ceva ce e invizibil in fata ochilor..umani?Asta ar trebui sa aflam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folosind ideea ca amintirile sunt inchise inauntrul meu,ar fi o minciuna sfruntata sa nu mentionez un detaliu,oricat de mic ar fi acesta,sau sa inchei o fraza printr-un “nu-mi amintesc” sec.Da,mi s-a spus ca fantomele isi amintesc totul.&lt;br /&gt;Era noapte.O noapte banala de iunie,as fi spus atunci.Acum insa,stiu ca noaptea aceea nu era menita sa fie banala.Nu,Destinul,in care de-abia acum cred,imi pregatise propria mea sarma pe care sa exersez echilibristica.Departe de ochii curiosi ai oamenilor lipsiti de griji,departe de oricine ar fi incercat sa ma impiedice sa ajung la capatul sarmei.Da,acum mi-ar fi imposibil sa ajung acolo,pentru ca atunci cand ma uit in fata,nu ii vad capatul,vad doar ceata,ceata,ceata…&lt;br /&gt;Imi amintesc ca noaptea aceea o petrecusem in cea mai mare nepasare de care fusesem in stare.Nu pentru ca eram nepasatoare in mod obisnuit.Nu.Doar pentru ca simteam nevoia sa mimez nepasarea fata de oricine in acel moment,pentru ca fusesem din nou dezamagita de oameni,pentru ca din nou,ma ascundeam sub cearsafurile patului meu ghemuita,intocmai ca un melc in cochilia sa fragila.&lt;br /&gt;Un singur lucru nu am vrut sa-mi amintesc din aceea perioada – motivul.Ce a dus la…schimbarea mea,ce mi-a stricat posibila fericire.Stiu doar ca datorita lui,in timp ce uitam de mine intre cearsafuri,am auzit o voce strigandu-ma.Ca si cum ajunsesem departe,in intuneric,iar lumina ma chema la ea.Cel putin asa crezusem.Si,oh,vocea suna minunat.Ma ademenea cu promisiuni pe care,desi le stiam false,in acelasi timp impleteam in ele o incredere oarba,cu mangaieri pe care le simteam calde,chiar daca nu ma atingeau,cu sarutul unor vorbe ce desi nu-si aveau rostul,imi trimiteau vibratii blande in inima.Minciuni,minciuni…minciuni atat de usor de crezut.&lt;br /&gt;Intr-un final,vocea aceea m-a determinat sa ies de sub cearsaf.Exact,sa ma expun prosteste in fata miilor de pericole.Daca mi se frangea inima in timp ce incercam sa ies,si apucam doar sa vad fericirea altora,sa stiu ce puteam sa am,ce pierdeam..?Daca palmele vietii nu imi tineau soldurile,ca sa ma pot echilibra?Daca ma impingeau spre prapastie?Nu imi mai pasa.Vocea era tot ce conta pentru mine,tot ce vroiam sa gasesc in multitudinea de voci,tot ce ma determina sa ies in lumina…&lt;br /&gt;In lunga impletire de minciuni,am reusit insa sa ajung aproape de capatul lor.Vedeam acum sursa vocii din ce in ce mai bine,simteam ca daca intend mana,voi putea sa ii simt caldura mai bine ca niciodata.Ii zambeam cald,cu inima tresaltandu-mi de bucuria…regasirii.Da,asa…simteam ca fusese langa mine tot timpul,ca in momentele in care imi fusese frica,vocea fusese alaturi de mine,incurajandu-ma,incalzind cuburile de gheata ce se formau cand oamenii ma raneau…&lt;br /&gt;Insa cand am intins mana in sfarsit,cu un zambet fericit pe chip,am observat ceva ce m-a ranit mai mult ca orice pana atunci.Poate in jurul meu ar fi rasarit Alaska pentru a doua oara daca as fi avut forta sa imi mai creez o fortareata.Poate asa as fi rezistat durerii de a observa ca  silueta ce statea atarnand pe sarma pe care mergeam era plina de sange,cu parul argintiu,asemenea lunii ce atarna amar pe cer,lung,plin de paianjeni ce mergeau incet,cate doi,ca intr-un vals fals,periculos.Ochii sai erau inchisi pe jumatate,o stea luminand fiecare iris,luptand parca impotriva pleoapelor vinetii ce incercau sa inchida stralucirea lor.Buzele pline si ele de sange formau un zambet rece,unindu-se uneori,scotand sunete inspaimantatoare.Trupul sau era infasurat intr-un cearsaf ingalbenit de timp,patat cu sange aproape negru,din el iesind usor doua picioare lungi,albe,cu vene lungi,pronuntate.&lt;br /&gt;In momentul in care am cazut in genunchi langa trupul ce pulsa usor,am simtit din nou vocea inauntrul meu.Am putut observa cum din cearsaful plin de sange a iesit o dara de lumina,ce s-a tarat pe sarma,oprindu-se in apropierea mea.Abia atunci am simtit cum reusise  vocea s ajunga la mine.Cum se tarase pe firul subtire al sarmei,doar pentru a implanta inauntrul meu minciuna.&lt;br /&gt;“Esti a mea”.De data asta,desi pentru atata timp auzisem vocea neclar,acum o simteam cum imi sopteste in ureche.Imediat ce soapta a pasit in fiecare colt din mintea mea,am simtit cum ochii mi se inchid,iar sarma s-a balansat usor in momentul in care am cazut pe ea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh,had a bad day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-3870256478697479959?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-6026746825053839426</id><published>2011-01-12T01:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T01:17:25.461+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Naaane.</title><content type='html'>10 ianuarie.&lt;br /&gt;azi e 12 da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma-ntreb doar daca si pitipoancele iubesc.adica,nu gen "ai vazut doar ce bine arata ala".gen ranjet rujat si dragut pe fata de fiecare data cand vorbeste mai mult cu el si fericire inexplicabila?sau poate odata ce devi pitipoanca faci un juramant cum ca n-ai avea voie sa te mai indragostesti...dar si pitipoancele se casatoresc...nu?sau raman batrane cu pisici care se machiaza inca,in speranta ca arata bine si batrane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu invat matematica.nu imi place matematica.nu a inceput sa imi placa.&lt;br /&gt;doar ma tarasc.atat.&lt;br /&gt;cu o teorie nu se face geometrie,derp.&lt;br /&gt;adica ce-i drept nu imi tarasc picioarele la mate si nu ma mai incurc la tabla.&lt;br /&gt;hei,duda,draghici e de treaba.&lt;br /&gt;am zis ca am laut 9 in teza la mate,daa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is awesome right now.&lt;br /&gt;postu' a fost gen ganduri la miezu noptii.&lt;br /&gt;incep sa folosesc des "gen".gen tic verbal,zic.&lt;br /&gt;pai da,somnu' de la 5 pana la 11 noaptea nu ajuta cand ai o zi de scoala,dar ma descurc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"nimanui din clasa nu i se pare ca ai ochi draguti.mie imi plac ochii tai" &lt;- andra e asa de draguta cu mine ca as putea sa n-o mai tachinez atat cu perioada asta.but hei,stie ca glumesc ;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec.pa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-6026746825053839426?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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I</title><content type='html'>Că nu-n tăt anu' m-apucă aberatu',hăhă.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(De-aici stefi nu foloseste diactricile pentru ca ,zic,ea pune multe apostroafe)&lt;br /&gt;(Si ii e lene sa se obisnuiasca sa apese alt buton,zic.)&lt;br /&gt;(Si a scris asta in paranteze diferite sa arate frumos,zic (: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeh,Jinny are doar 8 ani.Evident,i se prevede un viitor stralucitor.Ea e sigura de asta.Si increderea asta in viitorul ei se datoreaza vedetelor uber* duper cute de la TV.E constienta ca  nimeni n-o sa-i spuna Snur cand va imbraca rochii vara,pentru ca o sa-i creasca pectoralii.Si daca nu-i cresc,poate oricand sa apeleze la botox,silicon.Inca nu le-a priceput bine,ideea e ca Jinny stie exact ce trebuie sa faca pentru a-si asigura viitorul.&lt;br /&gt;Putin silicon aici,putin botox acolo,tone de machiaj,extensii,operatii,o atitudine nepasatoare...a,asta chiar a incercat-o odata,pe un ursulet vechi,insa inainte sa il poata decapita,a intrat &lt;i&gt; mami &lt;/i&gt;,sa o intrebe ce-i cu toate hainele imprastiate prin jurul ei si rujul care se intinsese de pe buze pana la jumatatea barbiei,aproape de nas...cam asa de mari auzise ca ar trebui sa fie,dar de umflat,nu se prinsese cum sa isi bage pompa in ele.Ei,da...atitudinee,iubiri false - asta nu intelesese.In mintea ei,iubirea asta falsa era ca si cum ar fi mers impreuna cu cineva dragut in oras si sa ii consume toti banii.Dar aici se incurcase.Adica,singurii baieti pe care ii cunostea ea aveau acelasi sendvis cu salam sassesc pe care il avea si ea zi de zi la scoala,si atat...insa &lt;i&gt; Guru &lt;/i&gt; o asigurase ca odata ce va fi destul de mare,o va face cunoscuta in lumea buna.Evident,ropotul de intrebari a izbucnit din Jinny,iar prima  a fost,evident,cum va fi cunoscuta.Guru i-a deschis o noua lume,prezentandu-i intr-o lumina grozava ideea de a fi asistenta ei personala - desi  ii spusese clar cu cateva lectii in urma ca isi va lua un asistent perfect,ca ricky martin &lt;i&gt; straight &lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; ***ten years later*** &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jinny are acum 18 ani.De mai bine de trei ani,a plecat din oraselul ei mic si s-a stabilit in capitala,cu ajutorul lui guru.Le-a promis parintilor ca se tine de scoala si ca nu va cheltui banii lor aiurea,ca ii va suna zilnic si ca va avea grija de ea,dar acum plicurile subtiri si scrisorile de la parintii ei stau ascunse intr-o debara plina de parfumuri,farduri si haine pe care nu le-a folosit niciodata,cearcanele ei sunt acoperite cu farduri de cea mai buna calitate,iar scoala primeste plicuri groase,prin care se vad o gramada de 0-uri de pe bacnotele ce stau in plicuri.&lt;br /&gt;Noptile sale sunt intotdeauna albe,intotdeauna petrecute in compania altora,si intotdeauna povestite lui guru la un pahar ce nu se compara cu paharele pe care mama ei le folosea doar in ocazii speciale,din care se imprastie mirosul de coniac.Cand guru a vizitat-o prima data,Jinny i-a pus un suc ieftin in pahar,stanjenita cumva,dar din geanta mare,lacuita a rasarit imediat o sticla mare,impunatoare,de vin alb.&lt;br /&gt;Uneori,pe masuta ce a costat-o pe Jenny cat salariile parintilor ei,gasesti zeci de pliculete cu pastile mici inauntru,seringi si garouri,sticle goale de alcool pe care insa nu se oboseste sa le arunce,prietenele sale,atunci cand Jenny simte ca nimic n-o mai ajuta si ca nu mai are puteri.&lt;br /&gt;Langa apartamentul care ocupa aproape un etaj intreg,se afla o garsoniera inca goala,pe care Jenny a vrut sa o transforme deasemenea in dulap,dar a renuntat la proiect.Azi,in timp ce urca scarile,a observat cateva cutii la usa garsonierei.S-a apropiat incet,si din ea a iesit o femeie slaba,cu parul blond murdar,prins intr-o coada de cal,imbracata cu o rochie modesta,verde inchis.Tinandu-se de rochie,o fata draguta,cu ochi mari,albastri,si buze pline,rosi ca focul i-a zambit timid,fugind apoi inapoi in garsoniera.Jinny s-a simtit obligata sa le cunoasca povestea,asa ca le-a invitat pe cele doua in apartamentul ei.Nu intelegea de ce se simte atat de prost cand fetele calcau usor pe covoarele sale scumpe,sau cand fetita se uita in ochii ei si ii zambea.Poate pentru ca banii pe care ii daduse pe covoarele si tot ce avea in apartament,tot ce o facea pe femeia imbracata in verde sa roseasca,banii cu care fusesera cumparate acele lucruri erau bani pe care ii obtinuse doar cu putin noroc,pe cand femeia in verde,desi era la fel de frumoasa ca ea - poate chiar mai frumoasa,isi spusese Jinny atunci cand femeia zambise - ,munca o facuse slaba,ii imprimase cearcane sub ochii verzi,sclipitori...&lt;br /&gt;Dupa cateva zile,fetita intra si iesea din apartamentul lui Jinny nestingherita,se lasa parfumata si machiata de ea,zambind si ascultandu-i sfaturile cu privire la comportamentul pe care il va avea in viitor.Cand Sarah,fetita cu ochii albastri a venit pentru prima data cu o plasa mare,impunatoare,cu numele unuia dintre cele mai scumpe magazine din mall acasa,femeia in verde a aruncat-o furioasa la ghena,in timp ce Jinny ii auzea suspinele din camera ei de zi,prin peretii subtiri.Nu intelesese de ce ii aruncase plasa - doar fusese un cadou.I se parea perfect normal ca Sarah,care avea deja noua ani,sa se poata machia,sa poarte doar fuste si rochii cu dantela,sa se imbrace doar cu haine cumparate din mall...cand era de varsta lui Sarah,Jinny nu isi permitea ce incerca sa  ii ofere acum fetitei.Isi imagina ca daca face asta,va multumi copilul care se ascunsese in sufletul ei,ca Sarah va fi tot ce nu a putut sa fie ea din cauza parintilor,cand era de varsta ei...&lt;br /&gt;Din aceea zi,femeia in verde nu i-a mai permis copilei sa o vada pe Jinny,si-a luat o a doua slujba si a inceput sa munceasca mai mult,venind noaptea acasa,in timp ce Sarah dormea,si plecand inainte sa se trezeasca aceasta.Era multumita ca avea tot ce era nevoie pentru scoala,ca uneori isi permitea sa ii ofere mai mult..fara sa stie ca Sarah tasnea din banca imediat ce orele se terminau si fugea in blocul unde locuiau,oprindu-se totusi la usa lui Jinny,petrecand ore intregi acolo,folosind cu placere fardurile ce umpleau rafturi intregi,imbracandu-se cu hainele din dulapul imens,chiar si cand Jinny nu era acasa.Pentru ca ea ii dadea voie.Isi daduse seama ca va incepe sa o iubeasca mai mult pe ea decat pe femeia in verde,si asta o facea sa zambeasca - nu adopta pe cineva,nu o crescuse de cand era mica,nu o hranea sau ingrijea - desi nu ar fi deranjat-o asta - si o asculta de fiecare data,dandu-i sfaturi.&lt;br /&gt;Dupa luni intregi de munca,femeia in verde slabise din ce in ce mai tare.Lucra ca vanzatoare la unul dintre cele mai bune si mai mari magazine din cartier-amplasarea o facuse pe Sarah sa fie atenta cand se strecura acasa,pentru ca desi mama ei ii spusese de zeci de ori ca poate sa treaca pe la magazin sa o vada,fetita ii spusese ca nu vrea sa ii faca probleme drept scuza.Programul lung pe care il avea femeia in verde o facea de multe ori sa atraga atentia clientilor,care o sfatuiau destul de des sa renunte la slujba,insa aceasta le zambea amar,se aseza pe una din cutiile cu marfa si promitea ca se va pune pe picioare in vacante.Insa de multe ori,renunta la vacante pentru mai multi bani.&lt;br /&gt;Cum numarul orelor dormite de femeia in verde devenea din ce in ce mai mic,asa a devenit si puterea ei.Apoi,intr-o dimineata,magazinul a ramas inchis.Clientii care o compatimeau adesea pe femeie se intrebau usor intre ei daca au auzit ceva despre ea,insa nimeni nu se apropiase asa de tare de ea.Magazinul a ramas inchis zile intregi,iar Sarah a ramas si ea inchisa in garsoniera lor,incercand sa  o ajute pe cat putea pe mama sa.Curand,Jinny a observat ca fardurile nu se mai miscasera de la ultima data cand o gasise pe fetita in fata noptierei,imbracata in rochia ei de seara,asa ca s-a decis sa le faca o vizita.A ramas insa inmarmurita vazand ca garsoniera nu adapostea decat un frigider mic,aproape gol si ingalbenit,o masuta pe care se odihneau cateva felii de paine uscata,un pat ca de spital si un birou din lemn aproape putrezit,care gazduia cateva carti si caiete,scrise la lumina unui bec ce raspandea o scanteie slaba,galbena.In cateva zeci de minute,in garsoniera a venit un medic ce purta o masca serioasa pe fata si o servieta alba impletita in degetele sale.Acesta a intrat in garsoniera cu o oarecare sila,a consultat-o fara sa arunce priviri superioare in jur sub privile atente ale lui Jinny,apoi a privit-o pe aceasta si i-a vorbit sec:&lt;br /&gt;-E doar obosita.&lt;br /&gt;Insa Jinny si-a iesit din fire,tipand la el si inchizand usa pe care o deschisese doctorul sa plece,explicandu-i ca o fraza nu ii rezolva problemele femeii in verde.Privind speriat respiratia sacadata a adolescentei,doctorul i-a recomandat mult somn,scriand grabit cateva medicamente pe o foaie pe care o scosese rapid din servieta.Jinny isi stranse rapid parul negru,lung, intr-o coada si tusi usor,spargand linistea ce se lasase in garsoniera dupa plecarea doctorului.Arunca o privire scurta pe lista din mana sa si ii vorbi in acelasi timp femeii in verde,cerandu-si scuze pentru ca incercase sa ii schimbe fiica.Sarah o privea de pe scaunul inalt de langa patul unde statea intinsa mama ei,clipind rar,in timp ce Jinny murmura ceva printre buzele rosii,acum pline,in urma unei operatii costisitoare,apoi se apropie de scaunul pe care statea Sarah si ii lua mainile sale micute in ale sale.&lt;br /&gt;-Uite cum o sa facem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok,am vrut sa fiu funnea,a devenit dramatic o.O but hey,I'm freakin' writing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-4531421171810715139?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/4531421171810715139/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=4531421171810715139' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/4531421171810715139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/4531421171810715139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2011/01/jinny-z-part-i.html' title='Jinny Z part. I'/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-3413376509657047064</id><published>2010-12-29T18:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T18:15:29.321+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Claus was here.</title><content type='html'>Leapsa loves cherry,cherry loves Leapsa.Si e craciunul,da?&lt;br /&gt;1.Care este filmul vostru preferat de Craciun?&lt;br /&gt;  Alvin and the chipmunks XD Desi nu e tot despre Craciun,imi place.Sau The nightmare before christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Care este culoarea voastra preferata pentru Craciun?&lt;br /&gt;   Rosu si verdeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. De Craciun iti place sa lenevesti toata ziua in pijamale, sau sa te imbraci festiv si sa iesi in oras?&lt;br /&gt;   Probabil sa stau in pijamale la caldura sa mananc portocale si sa citesc XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Daca anul asta ar trebui sa ii cumperi unei singure persoane cadou de Craciun, cui i-ai cumpara?&lt;br /&gt;  A trecut Craciunul..as fi vrut sa le cumpar tuturor cadouri XD chiar si lu' polly.umm..probabil lu' Kid :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Va place sa deschideti cadourile in seara de ajun sau a2a zi dimineata?&lt;br /&gt;   Cand le gasesc :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ati construit vreodata o casuta din turta dulce? Daca nu, ati copt vreodata turta dulce?&lt;br /&gt;  Nu.Presupun ca ar fi fost amuzant,da' eu ma ocup doar cu mancat turta dulce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Ce iti place sa faci in vacanta de iarna?&lt;br /&gt;   Sa citesc,sa stau la caldura.Rar m-ar apuca plecarea in zapada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Care sunt dorintele tale de Craciun?&lt;br /&gt;   N-are rost,deja a trecut craciunul,si oricum s-au indeplinit majoritatea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Care este mirosul care iti place cel mai mult de Craciun?&lt;br /&gt;  Portocaleee.si Brad.(Pitt XDD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Care este mancarea ta favorita de Craciun?&lt;br /&gt;    Oh that's a hard one.Piftiile si sarmalele,cred XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anul...trecut?Anul asta,2010.Anul asta amm...luat prima mea nota care n-ar fi fost de trecere.Anul asta am primit in mare parte tot ce mi-am dorit,anul asta am facut mai multe schimbari legate de persoana mea.&lt;br /&gt;Anul asta m-am culturalizat deee....cate carti am citit?&lt;br /&gt;Am citit Domnisoara Christina,am terminat toata colectia Twilight si am bagat-o pe toata in biblioteca,am citit Ion,Sarpele,aproape toti Ciresarii....sfinte,am citit putiin &gt;.&lt; pe langa recitit Scrisoare de dragoste,tampeniile cu witch,micul lord,zeii si altele vechi care mi-au placuut...&lt;br /&gt;Anul asta mi-am dat seama ca eu chiar am o bff,anul asta m-am imprietenit cu chicken,cu oana,cu jericho(de la inceputul anului,ha XD),cu ivaaar,cu adii,cu andrei,cu faneee....&lt;br /&gt;Anul asta am inceput sa invat la mate(ce-i drept la sfarsit,dar conteaza ca am facut-o)...&lt;br /&gt;Si anul asta am devenit optimista.&lt;br /&gt;And I really really hope that your 2011 will be better than 2010 and worse than 2012!^__________^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-3413376509657047064?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/3413376509657047064/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=3413376509657047064' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/3413376509657047064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/3413376509657047064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2010/12/santa-claus-was-here.html' title='Santa Claus was here.'/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-1875353720760652976</id><published>2010-12-27T02:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T02:24:15.744+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ceva Zen de noapte.</title><content type='html'>Ciudaticaa 3: e stupid...creierul meu asteapta sa-mi spuna el ca e obosit,ca vrea sa se culce,doar ca sa initieze propria lui idee ca ii e somn.dar n-o sa-l aud ca spune "vreau sa dorm".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciresica,prafuita,neglijata,nehranita...dar fericita: Christ,cherry,stop caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar pot sa o fac,pentru ca de data asta nu-mi mai caut printre rafturi temerile,pentru ca de data asta cumva sunt incurajata,si viata merge inainte cu sau fara prea multe cuvinte :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce discutii ceausiste port in ultima vreme.Totusi,inclin sa cred(si doar inclin,pentru ca n-am trait vremurile alea) ca ei isi permiteau fericirea.Nu in cantitati mari,dar si-o permiteau toti in egala masura.Chiar daca isi vorbeau sec si fericirile infloritoare se uscau repede,stiau ca unul singur isi permite cu mult deasupra lor si il acceptau,il venerau...noi tindem sa uram persoana chiar si cu putin mai mult decat noi,pentru ca nu ne permitem sentimente fata de cei care ne rad in fata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-1875353720760652976?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/1875353720760652976/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=1875353720760652976' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/1875353720760652976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/1875353720760652976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2010/12/ceva-zen-de-noapte.html' title='Ceva Zen de noapte.'/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-8303748580864327532</id><published>2010-12-21T13:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T13:48:20.770+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ce stupid.</title><content type='html'>pe bune &gt;.&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;meh,intr-un final,nu primesc niciuna din cele 3 dorinte de craciun,dar primesc una pe care,daca nu as fi asa de introvertita si stupida as considera-o mai valoroasa decat toate 3 la un loc.ma rog,chiar e,daca te uiti dintr-un punct de vedere corect,dar as prefera s-o pierd p'asta in favoarea uneia....&lt;br /&gt;vorbesc de pe laptop,neee.&lt;br /&gt;damn.n-am de gand sa mai scriu ceva pana de craciun .__.'&lt;br /&gt;my happiness was crashed.replaced with another one,that I would actually enjoy too,but I...&lt;br /&gt;damn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-8303748580864327532?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/8303748580864327532/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=8303748580864327532' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/8303748580864327532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/8303748580864327532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2010/12/ce-stupid.html' title='ce stupid.'/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-21453571363687096</id><published>2010-12-20T20:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T20:33:08.368+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pisi is alive =3</title><content type='html'>It just feels awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Jeri,you suck.&lt;br /&gt;Am zis eu ca nu o sa ma schimb la 13 ani!&lt;br /&gt;Adica am zis ca inca o sa fiu capabila.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt?&lt;br /&gt;Suuunt.&lt;br /&gt;Ori suntem ori nu mai suntem?&lt;br /&gt;Oooori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deschide ochii-n noaptea alba,&lt;br /&gt;Si ia din raft cartea unui suflet murdar,&lt;br /&gt;De gatul portretului atarna o salba,&lt;br /&gt;Ce-i impletita din lacrimi,sau din margaritar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coperta inca-i miroase a sange,&lt;br /&gt;Si pe portret sunt ochi inlacrimati,&lt;br /&gt;Dar paginile soptesc mereu "nu mai plange!"&lt;br /&gt;Si ochii n-aud,caci de iubire sunt drogati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In cuvinte vechi si demult uitate,&lt;br /&gt;Isi scrie povestea sufletul murdar,&lt;br /&gt;Si-aproape zambeste,durerile-i sunt aflate,&lt;br /&gt;Secat de fericire,acum ca  o primeste,e avar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerneala sopteste declaratii patate,&lt;br /&gt;Si sufletul plange:candva,le-a crezut,&lt;br /&gt;Acum ca el stie,raurile-s secate,&lt;br /&gt;Si-n carte se-ascunde,un inger cazut..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu vreau sa-i pun titlu' pentru ca e mai supercalifragilistiexpialidocious asa.si sunt sigura ca nu am scris bine,dar e bine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-8221964303822507108</id><published>2010-12-20T01:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T01:13:05.780+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Despre avicole,din nou (:</title><content type='html'>Bammbz: scrie un post despre mine =3 cum ma urasti si iti vine sa ma bati dar totusi tii la mine =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa se comporta chicken.Chicken stie ca ma streseaza uneori si ca daca ar locui in craiova as musca-o de aripa atunci cand ma supara.Stii,nu?Doar ca eu inca o iubesc pe Chicken.&lt;br /&gt;Posturile mele despre ea sunt mereu nocturne,pentru ca ea isi propune sa combata tampenia aia cu "Te culci &lt;s&gt; odata &lt;/s&gt; cu gainile,te trezesti cu gainile" si e un fel de chickoat.adica puliliac XDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;Deasemenea,pentru ca posturile mele sunt nocturne,aberez mult in ele.&lt;br /&gt;Si cand mai consum si special brand of heroine...meh,voila!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-8221964303822507108?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/8221964303822507108/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=8221964303822507108' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/8221964303822507108'/><link rel='self' 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ca fericirea e prietena lui,sau poate chiar nu crede ca fericirea observa faptul ca e asa optimist.Dar fericirea se alimenteaza cu optimistul si imparte sentimentul ei oriunde e capabila sa o faca,si daca plange,lacrimile curg doar din ochiul drept,pentru ca ea e fericirea,si e fericita in adevaratul sens al cuvantului!&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca inainte sa fie optimista,toata fericirea pe care o crea trebuia sa fie impartita altora,si acum apuca sa guste din ea.E ca si cum un copil ar gusta pentru prima data ciocolata.Si fericirea zambeste,pentru ca pentru ceva timp,in fiecare zi,isi lasa pelerina albastra,asemenea cerului intr-un cuier prafuit  si,gustand dintr-o ceasca de cafea in care ii citeste povestile optimistului,uita ca ea trebuie sa trimita fericirea altora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-4100680288636955270?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/4100680288636955270/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=4100680288636955270' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/4100680288636955270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/4100680288636955270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2010/12/fericire.html' title='Fericire.'/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-2093938108645163131</id><published>2010-12-17T17:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T17:27:30.607+02:00</updated><title type='text'>stefi patratel :3</title><content type='html'>pentru ca stefi poate sa aiba patratele desi e o lenesa.&lt;br /&gt;fericire in doua stadii si jumatate...alexandra,drux si...jumatate din mine.&lt;br /&gt;a nins.a nins frumos si am mancat zapada si nu m-o frecat nimeni cu zapada prea serios,si am sarutat zapada si ne-am jucat in zapada si azi n-am facut ore.&lt;br /&gt;am luat 9 in teza la mate.si am un 9 si doua note de 10.nu prea mi se pare ca alea is 10,mai mult 9 meritam la toate orele,darr asta e grozav pentru ca e mai bine decat ce-a fost la gogu.pentru ca invat si pentru ca nu imi mai e asa greu sa ies la tabla.chiar daca in primele saptamani o uram pe draghici pentru ca ne scoatea des la tabla,e grozava.si nu-mi mai tarasc picioarele.cel putin la ora ei.&lt;br /&gt;imi place fericirea alexandrei.e un fel de fericire patata,dar daca asta ii aduce un zambet pe fata,eu nu am nimic impotriva imaginatiei pe care o detine.pentru ca ei ii e de-ajuns sa il vada ca se devieze la o gramada de prostii!&lt;br /&gt;am primit primul cadou de craciun.e de la alexandra si e un fel de sarafan dragut si calduros si are guler dragut.si imi place,e in dungi si e colorat.ce poate sa fie mai dragut de atat?XD si oja gri spre negru =D&lt;br /&gt;fericirea andrei e un fel de [si sunt sigura ca o sa ma contrazici si o sa-mi spui ca n-am dreptate,dar asa iti vad eu fericirea.pentru ca esti fericitaaa.] fericire in rate.pentru ca odata ce e fericita plateste cu o gramada de momente in care se uita in gol si crede ca n-o bag in seama si nu observ si doare chestia aia.&lt;br /&gt;apoi e jumatatea mea de fericire cu care ma multumesc pentru ca fericirea e grozava in orice cantitate ar veni,si uneori se schimba in fericirea cu rate.dar sunt dispusa sa platesc si imi asum riscul,am de gand sa trec peste asta.&lt;br /&gt;nu-mi aduc aminte cum se spune traieste clipa in latinaaa....cccc..carpe diem.&lt;br /&gt;carpe diem!^____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ld3awyxNEHM&amp;feature=related&gt;(Someone stop this)&lt;br /&gt;I've gone to far to come back from here, but you don't have a clue &lt;br /&gt;You don't know what you do to me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh,I still don't wanna stop it.&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what you do to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-2093938108645163131?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/2093938108645163131/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=2093938108645163131' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/2093938108645163131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/2093938108645163131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2010/12/stefi-patratel-3.html' title='stefi patratel :3'/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-5043565345317923184</id><published>2010-12-15T22:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T22:19:37.912+02:00</updated><title type='text'>param pam param</title><content type='html'>ok acum pot pentru ca trebuie sa pot sa trec peste asta pentru ca acum stiu adevarul si pentru ca alexandra e o fraera.dar tot te iubesc,ftm &gt;:D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m-am obisnuit ca atunci cand cunosc o persoana noua sa mi-o imaginez plangand.pentru ca e ca si cum ii cunosc o slabiciune,stiu cum se comporta cand plange sau cand e trista,si nu mai e o persoana noua.e usor sa imi dau seama care sunt persoanele care plang incet,si suspina ca si cum le-ar strange cineva de gat,si persoanele care se comporta ca niste copii si bocesc si bat din picioare si tipa.apoi mai e si categoria pe care nu pot sa mi-o imaginez,care nu vrea sa anunte pe cineva ca plange dar reuseste pentru ca nu e in stare sa suspine tacut.categoria mea.&lt;br /&gt;baietii totusi nu mi-i pot imagina plangand.pentru ca baietii nu plang in general.darius stiu ca daca ar plange s-ar inrosi,ar suspina incet.dar mi-a luat sase ani sa imi dau seama de asta.bine mai e si fane care e de anul asta cu noi si el ar boci.gen "nuu mami nuu!".heh,cred ca nu mi-as putea imagina un baiat plangand decat daca as petrece mai mult de 4 ore cu el zilnic XDD&lt;br /&gt;VINE CRACIUNUL!&lt;br /&gt;nu imi vine sa cred ca atrecut deja jumatate de luna si nu a nins.de ce nu ninge?T.T&lt;br /&gt;vreau sa ninga.&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY,o sa ma uit la toata stig mata.&lt;br /&gt;maine ies la tabla la mate,pentru ca imi trebuie nota.mi-eee asa de friiica T.T as prefera sa-mi dea niste exercitii pe caiet si sa le rezolv singura.singura,pe bune!doar s ale fac pe caiet.pentru ca la tabla ma incurc si comenteaza lumea si...&lt;br /&gt;pana atunci,film.&lt;br /&gt;oh,oh,oh.&lt;br /&gt;paradis&lt;br /&gt;parasuta&lt;br /&gt;paratrasnet&lt;br /&gt;paralela&lt;br /&gt;parastas&lt;br /&gt;paradox&lt;br /&gt;parabola&lt;br /&gt;paranoic&lt;br /&gt;paranormal&lt;br /&gt;and last bun not least&lt;br /&gt;parawhore parawhore parawhore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-5043565345317923184?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/5043565345317923184/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=5043565345317923184' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/5043565345317923184'/><link rel='self' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-1847232387267418367?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/1847232387267418367/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=1847232387267418367' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/1847232387267418367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/1847232387267418367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2010/12/take-break-take-kit-kat.html' title=''/><author><name>with cherries on 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Asta e chestia pe care chiar vreau sa o primesc.Nu pentru ca toata lume asculta muzica la casti cand nu facem o ora dar stam cu un profesor.Nu.Doar pentru ca daca am chef de muzica incep sa imi cant,si daca dau volumu' prea tare iar sunt considerata ciudata si param pam.Un mp3.Poate sa fie cel mai mic si zgariat si infect,atata timp cat pot sa bag peste 10 melodii pe el si are casti care merg XD&lt;br /&gt;2. Apoi vin blugii.Cred ca as putea sa vin in trening la scoala numai sa primesc mp3u'.Avand in vedere ca blugii mei dintr-a 5a devin ciudati,si blugii mei largi arata naspa cu cizme,si blugii colanti arata spooky pentru ca sunt stramti &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. LaLaLa.LaLaLa.Asemanatoare cu dorinta cea mai arzatoare a Alexandrei.Asemanatoare...ba nu.Dar tot se intersecteaza cumva cu a ei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atat.Atat.Si nu vreau nimic de 3 decembrie daca se indeplineste a 3a.3 decembrie viitor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-4615394679709596604?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/4615394679709596604/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=4615394679709596604' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/4615394679709596604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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trebuiasca sa fac asta si nu imi place.&lt;br /&gt;Azi e ziua ei.E 10 decembrie.Mi-e dor de ea.Mie dor de ei,in principal,dar ea e nascuta in aceeasi luna cu mine.&lt;br /&gt;Pot sa spun ca e vina lor ca am devenit dependenta de discutiile lungi?&lt;br /&gt;Presupun ca nu.Dar ar fi cevaa..&lt;br /&gt;Am facut o chestie pentru anti-drog.Un desen,adica.A iesit chiar bine.Cred ca e primul meu desen complet terminat de care sunt mandra.E o mana lesinata, cu cicatrici si chestii pe-acolo,si urme de ace,si in jur e o seringa si pene desenate dragut si pastile.As fi desenat si liniute daca stiam cum sa imit efectul de praf cu un creion.Si jumatate din desen e terminat cu "crack brushes" si cealalta jumatate cu swirls.Ideea initiala era "your heaven is His hell",doar ca a inceput sa spuna ca bla bla de ce e&amp;nbsp; in engleza,si in romana suna ciudat,si cand am incercat sa caut ceva in romana a zis ca nu e bine ca expun si partile bune(da,parti bune) ale drogurilor si cele rele, si trebuie sa ii indepartam de droguri,nu sa ii tentam.Dar ideea e ca predominau chestiile negative acolo.&lt;br /&gt;Ma obsedeaza.E geniala. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/missmelonish?feature=mhum"&gt; Aici. &lt;/a&gt;.Presupun ca va duce la melodia aia si nu la profilul meu,but heh.&lt;br /&gt;Am fost la o chestie cu Waiting for Santa,si am luat locul III.Desi au fost idioti care au scris "birth of Jesus Hristos",totul e pe pile,ideea e ca am trecut.&lt;br /&gt;No I don't think it's just talking to him that makes me happy now.And I guess I think I don't like him because I should get a plastic love sickness,and I actually care about him.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for snoooow.O sa mergem in parc si o sa ne batem cu zapada si o sa facem oameni de zapada pe care baietii o sa-i strice.Si apoi o sa vina primavara si o sa facem excursia.Ok,mie nu mi se pare ca luna mai face parte din primavara,pentru ca atunci se fac unele cirese[ceea ce ma duce cu gandul la posibilitatea de a gasi un cires buun unde o sa mergem in excursie.ceea ce ma face fericita si gata sa trec prin fiecare zi cu ghetele sau cizmele pline de apa.] si pentru ca in mai deja e cald.Si totusi,subiectul asta incepe cu I can't wait for snow.O sa ninga,o sa ninga,o sa ninga!&lt;br /&gt;Am dat teza la mate.Am supravietuit.M-am incurcat la problema si am scris o arie gresita pentru trapezul ala,dar cel putin am scris ceva.Si am impresia ca n-am transcris un exercitiu tampit.In reeest,am colaborat[si cand spun colaborare ma refer la toata clasa].Ideea e ca mai mult am spus raspunsuri decat am intrebat.Ceea ce e bine.Dar luni dam o lucrare din geometrie pentru ca era evident cat suntem de praf dupa cum se plangeau toti ca nu stiu ce sa scrie la problema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a plastic sickness.No.Just pure,hard to object sickness.And it hurts more than ever,'cause I care too much this time.Damn,this is why I should take a break when I'm in love or stuff.I'm highed.Sick.Stupid.Everything they're not.Everything that makes them able to talk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-7194054681960868427?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/7194054681960868427/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=7194054681960868427' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/7194054681960868427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/7194054681960868427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2010/12/not-that-daily-shit-again.html' title='Not that daily shit again'/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-73648174950814362</id><published>2010-11-29T20:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T20:57:24.431+02:00</updated><title type='text'>saptamana mea :)</title><content type='html'>Am o dispozitie bunaa..&lt;br /&gt;Deci,azi incepe saptamana mea.&lt;br /&gt;Nu pentru ca ar fi ziua mea vineri si as face 13 ani,ci pentru ca..bine,mai mult perntru asta,dar apoi e si ziua rumanului si....&lt;br /&gt;Deci,azi a fost ..misto?Haha,am simtit nevoia sa folosesc cuvantul asta.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca..bine,faptul ca am scris vreo 6 pagini de studentesc n-a fost calumea,dar am ras mult in oraa..apoi trecem peste istorie,n-am facut matematica.ideea e ca nu ma mai crapa ideea de ora de matematica,sunt aproape elvetia cand vine vorba de matematica.dar am plecat pe terenul de sport si ne-am fatait pe-acolo si cred ca am facut niste poze,dar au iesit naspa.si a fost amuzant sa ii observ pe idiotii MEI.la sport m-am schimbat de buna voie si nesilita de nimeni in trening si am jucat adevar sau provocare..XD&lt;br /&gt;si ma doare maseaua si ma simt zen.&lt;br /&gt;apoi e saptamana mea pentru ca azi nu am facut mate,maine nu aveam in orar,miecuri nu facem pentru ca &lt;s&gt; e ziua lu' &lt;/s&gt; e ziua romanului si joi avem geometrie si trec peste si de ziua mea nu am matematica!&lt;br /&gt;si o sa iau bomboane de la colt de la magazin si o sa le aleg eu,si apoi cand o sa merg la fizica o sa ii dau lu' bibi bomboane :) asshooooooole.meet the fockers.&lt;br /&gt;si maine e marti si ultimele patru ore le am la alte laboratoare si cum ne miscam noi prin scoala de fiecare data ne intersectam cu a 6a,intersecta-mi-ar toata clasa pixu cu ochiul lor ^______^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post stricat dispozitie stricata saptamana stricata I want chicken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-73648174950814362?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/73648174950814362/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=73648174950814362' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/73648174950814362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draga comunista Romanie.&lt;br /&gt;N-ai bani ca sa iesi din criza,fie.&lt;br /&gt;Azi e ziua ta,si vreau sa iti explic,&lt;br /&gt;Cu un creion si-o foaie,de ce curentu' ne-au oprit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fata de telecomanda n-am,&lt;br /&gt;Nici ca Bianca Dragusanu n-am vreun fan,&lt;br /&gt;Totusi tu ii gazduiesti pe toti,&lt;br /&gt;Si toti te-au gaurit,ca-s idioti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bani pe parcuri toti ti-am dat,&lt;br /&gt;N-am platit nici gaz,curent,si(-i d)e..pacat!&lt;br /&gt;Si-n parc,hartii pe jos arunca astia de la bloc,&lt;br /&gt;Unu'-i scutit ca n-ajunge la cos,il cheama Boc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taxa pe autostrada,sa tot platim,&lt;br /&gt;De cinj' de kilometri sa ne fericim,&lt;br /&gt;E drumu' european,pai ce suvita mea,&lt;br /&gt;Ar merita,sa faca motorina-n rezervor sa stea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deci fiindca azi e-ntai a lunii,&lt;br /&gt;Si pentru ca atata timp iti gazduiesti nebunii,&lt;br /&gt;Stim,n-o sa iesi din criza nici anul urmator,&lt;br /&gt;Dar pana cand o faci,eu pe-ntuneric pot sa zbor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr.Daca ninge de ziua ta si nu de ziua mea,o sa te urasc inzecit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-2017189276027126221?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/2017189276027126221/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=2017189276027126221' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/2017189276027126221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/2017189276027126221'/><link 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Are you single - me myself and I.and my friends...but yea i'm single.&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you happy - yeah,I'm happy&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you bored – since i'm not at school,I'm always bored.&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you naked - underneath my clothes,yes.&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you a blonde - no =3 i was,still&lt;br /&gt;6. Are you moody – yea : " &gt; but it's not my fault..&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you a lover/hater - loveeer ^___^&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you hot/cold - "since i'm not at school,I'm" cold&lt;br /&gt;9. Are you Irish - No I'm german =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Are you Asian - Half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN FACTS &lt;br /&gt;1. Name – Stephanie&lt;br /&gt;2. Middle name - ..mary-anne?mariana,akshully&lt;br /&gt;3. Any birth marks - just a mole.or two..&lt;br /&gt;4. Hair color – light brown.it gets darker&lt;br /&gt;5. Natural hair color - quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Eye color - light blue/green/grey&lt;br /&gt;7. Height - 1.5..4?&lt;br /&gt;8. Mood - Bored I said.&lt;br /&gt;9. Favorite color – black and red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE &lt;br /&gt;1. Do you believe in love at first sight - no.&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you believe in soulmates - somehow..&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever been in love - no ^_________^&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever been hurt emotionally - yea       &lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever broke someone’s heart - I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;6. Ever had your heart broken - somehow,yes&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever liked someone but never told them - since day one at kindergarden XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you afraid of commitment - not really.not if i have to do it.but if others have to do that for me,i'm afraid they won't be able to do it&lt;br /&gt;9. Who was the last person you hugged - Jules =D&lt;br /&gt;10. Who was the last person you said I love you to - umm..I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN THIS OR THAT &lt;br /&gt;1. Love or lust – love&lt;br /&gt;*There’s no #2?*&lt;br /&gt;3. Cats or dogs – kittens |P&lt;br /&gt;4. A few best friends or many regular friends - a few best friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Television or internet - internet&lt;br /&gt;6. Chinese Or Indian - chineese&lt;br /&gt;7. Wild night out or romantic night in – wild night :-"&lt;br /&gt;8. Money or Happiness -happiness..&lt;br /&gt;9. Night or day - Night &lt;br /&gt;10. MSN or phone - phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN HAVE YOU EVER &lt;br /&gt;1. Been caught sneaking out – noo&lt;br /&gt;2. Been skinny dipping - noo&lt;br /&gt;3. Bungee jumped – noo&lt;br /&gt;4. Finished an entire jaw breaker – noo&lt;br /&gt;5. Lied to someone you liked – yea...&lt;br /&gt;6. Wanted an ex boyfriend/girlfriend back - since i had none,no ^___^&lt;br /&gt;8. Cried yourself to sleep - sooo many times&lt;br /&gt;9. Cried because you lost a pet – yep&lt;br /&gt;10. Wanted to disappear – yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN PREFERENCES IN A PARTNER &lt;br /&gt;1. Smile or eyes - smile.i like to see the guys i care about are smiling&lt;br /&gt;2. Light or dark hair – usually dark...&lt;br /&gt;3. Hugs or kisses - hugs..&lt;br /&gt;4. Shorter or taller - uhm...same as me,i guess?taller. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Intelligence or attraction – intelligence...maybe 60-40%?^_^&lt;br /&gt;6. Romantic or spontaneous - spontaneous&lt;br /&gt;7. Funny or serious - funny when he has to be.but if i should pick one,i'd pick funny&lt;br /&gt;8. Older or younger - older..&lt;br /&gt;9. Outgoing or quiet - outgoing&lt;br /&gt;10. Sweet or Bad Ass – sweet ^______^ tough i kinda like bad ass guys &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN HAVE YOU’S &lt;br /&gt;1. Ever performed in front of a large crowd - well if you thing 20 guys is big..&lt;br /&gt;*Still no #2.*&lt;br /&gt;3. Ever consumed alcohol - hell yea&lt;br /&gt;*NO 4, either.* &lt;br /&gt;5. Ever been on a cheerleading team – nope.&lt;br /&gt;6. Ever been on a dance team - noo&lt;br /&gt;7. Ever been on a sports team - no&lt;br /&gt;8. Ever been in a drama play/production - no..&lt;br /&gt;9. Ever kissed of the same sex - like a goodbye kiss?o.o yea&lt;br /&gt;10. Ever been in a rap video - haahaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN LASTS &lt;br /&gt;1. Last phone call you made – dad.&lt;br /&gt;2. Last person you hung out with - dru uaif jules lizzie ftm and  mC ^^&lt;br /&gt;3. Last person you texted - uaif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Last time you worked – last summer&lt;br /&gt;5. Last person you tackled - ummm...i think fanee?&lt;br /&gt;6. Last person you IM’d - jules&lt;br /&gt;8. Last person(s) you went to the movies with - kid&lt;br /&gt;9. Last person you kissed - pass.&lt;br /&gt;10. Last thing you ate - ..cabbage with meat..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST PERSON TO &lt;br /&gt;1. Sleep beside you - kid&lt;br /&gt;2. See you cry - blondie&lt;br /&gt;3. Buy you a present - ftm&lt;br /&gt;4. You talked on the phone to - kid&lt;br /&gt;5. Make you laugh - dru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU PREFER &lt;br /&gt;1. Flowers or candy - candy.&lt;br /&gt;2. Gray or black - black&lt;br /&gt;3. Color or Black and white photos - color&lt;br /&gt;4. Sunrise or sunset - sunrise&lt;br /&gt;5. Staying up late or waking up early - stayin up late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY &lt;br /&gt;1. Do you like anyone - uhm,i don't think so..&lt;br /&gt;2. Do they know it - well i don't kno..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNIQUE &lt;br /&gt;1. Nervous habits - biting my hands.&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you double jointed - no&lt;br /&gt;3. Can you twist your tongue around and roll - yup&lt;br /&gt;4. Can you raise one eyebrow - no &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Can you cross your eyes- noo..&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you make your bed daily - yea,but not when i wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTIONS &lt;br /&gt;1. Which shoe goes on first - right usually&lt;br /&gt;2. Ever thrown something at someone - sure.&lt;br /&gt;3. On average, how much money do you carry with you - not too much,usually&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it - twiirl&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever eaten Spam - noo&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite ice cream - nirvana&lt;br /&gt;7. How many kinds of cereal are in your cabinet - none&lt;br /&gt;8. What’s your favorite beverage - ice blasts :3&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you cook - when there's nobody home or there's no cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTS &lt;br /&gt;1. Last alcoholic drink - beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Last car ride - an hour ago&lt;br /&gt;3. Last Movie Seen - an episode from bundy's&lt;br /&gt;4. Last song played - adda&amp;teasta- minti murdare facute praf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;draghici mi-a zis azi ca a auzit ca a inceput sa imi placa matematica...?&lt;br /&gt;nu imi place matematica.&lt;br /&gt;dar incerc sa o inteleg...&lt;br /&gt;si aproape merge.&lt;br /&gt;daca pana intr-a 8a stiu sa fac multe exercitii fara sa ma incurc prea rau,dau la mate info cu uaif.&lt;br /&gt;desi imi place ideea de a ramane la filologie..&lt;br /&gt;bleah,urasc sa visez lucruri ciudate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-1359094142914980506?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/1359094142914980506/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-2042763080396249996</id><published>2010-11-22T22:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T22:31:16.381+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Shakira</title><content type='html'>Diferenta dintre ei si voi?&lt;br /&gt;Ei se ridica de-asupra voastra,&lt;br /&gt;Dar doar cu muntii  de gunoi.&lt;br /&gt;Si-n locul unde-i sufletul vostru,ei sunt goi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intre un "fetita pot sa ma uit la ochii tai?" si repriza de ras cu uaif si ftm =3&lt;br /&gt;jur ca nu mai fac vreo remarca rautacioasa fata de draghici.&lt;br /&gt;chiar imi place de ea..o____o'&lt;br /&gt;si ne preda bine.&lt;br /&gt;si inteleg!&lt;br /&gt;ceea ce e de baza,ma obisnuiesc sa ies la tabla,nu imi mai scot ochii inainte si ma comport egzemplar.gzgzggz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stiti c-am zis ca (apropo prin stiti ma adresez poporului.) invat la teza?&lt;br /&gt;apai mna dumineca ii frumoasa,nu se munceste,creieru' meu e pus in functiune de gandaci si ei nu lucreaza duminica.prin urmare,n-am invatat.&lt;br /&gt;dau eu teza cu polly si uaif azi,pune profa mana direct pe caietu' meu si apoi,dupa ce imi sangereaza teza,imi pune zashi.what more?chiar daca mi s-a stricat media cu 7le ala.jesus,daca eu din clasa 6a m-as fi auzit citind cu voce tare randul asta dupa ce l-as fi postat,m-as fi pocnit.dar imi pasa de medie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakibalada..?=3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids gathered arround the fire,looking at the akward zombie that was sitting in front of them.Then,the zombie talked,and they all listened closely:&lt;br /&gt;-I was only nine when I met her.It was a rainy day,and she was clueless about were was our classrom.But she stopped right in front of our door,staring at me,then,with a big,evil smile on her face,she whispered laughingh:&lt;br /&gt;-Is that children I can smell!?And oh,my,it's an untouched one!Oh,kids, come to mee.&lt;br /&gt;She opened the door and the hell unleashed:she was running and screaming arround,'cause the smell of kids was driving her insane.She had small red dots on her face,and her eyes became red when wind came up the window,making our smell even more awesome.&lt;br /&gt;-You!Have YOU done your homework?she said,as she got closed to a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;-B..bb..ut teacher,we just met.We didn't had a hom...the child was so scared he could barely speak,but the beast started screaming:&lt;br /&gt;-You IDIOTS!How many times untill you do what I say?You fuckin fuckity *beep beep beeep*&lt;br /&gt;While she was swearing,I couldn't hear something anymore,'cause someone covered my ears."Not that you don't know them already,but she screams them,and I like the way YOU make them sound sweet." said a voice in my head.When I could finally hear something,the beast was moaning on her desk,begging us for some meat.&lt;br /&gt;-Sacrify yourself!You demons,it burns!&lt;br /&gt;Then,while she was acting insane,she stopped,then she whispered:&lt;br /&gt;-You know..it...&lt;a href=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gSzgNRzpjo8&gt;burns burns burns! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started dancing like Stefan Banica Jr.,ending up on the floor,breathing like an elephant,with her face all blushed,as we all laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heehee XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-2042763080396249996?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/2042763080396249996/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=2042763080396249996' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;am prezentat chestia aia cu powerpoint de dimineata.&lt;br /&gt;o fost bine,desi credeam ca n-o iesit destul de shiny.&lt;br /&gt;nu credeam ca or sa dea atatea failuri la powerpoint..&lt;br /&gt;si apoi mi-as fi rupt unghia din carne(am inceput sa imi rod unghiile) daca nu s-ar fi grabit tipu' cu diplomele.prima care s-a prins ca ne-am calificat la interjudetene XD like,tipu' zisese ca am terminat cu mentiunile and I'm like WE DID IT,WE DID IT si am sarit de pe scaun,la care ala "asta e entuziasmu pe care vroiam sa il fac!".da,e locul 3,but we can make that better for the following contest.&lt;br /&gt;trebuie sa o gasesc metoda buna de tocit comentariul la calin...&lt;br /&gt;si trebuie sa invat mult pentru ca imi influenteaza media la romana si media la romana imi influenteaza media pe semestrul I,si media aia imi influenteaza media de clasa 7a...si am impresia ca asta imi influenteaza usurinta de a intra la liceu XD &lt;br /&gt;Blah,de dimineata m-am surprins facand comentarii despre cum arat eu ca si cum as merge la o inmormantare in unica mea fusta prezentabila si colanti,am vorbit cu polly si dru de baieti..&gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwaha,don't mess with me,bitch,i'll pay back ^^&lt;br /&gt;like,spui o chestie in gura mare si raazi,desi i se intampla oricui.&lt;br /&gt;si apoi incerci sa fii captivant,but i don't give a fuck on that ^^&lt;br /&gt;evident ca acum o sa fiu politicoasa,pentru ca mi-am luat revansa,asa ca merge.&lt;br /&gt;but you're still an ass.can't change that.&lt;br /&gt;saw goicy jr. =))&lt;br /&gt;si l-am urat din prima secunda &gt; : )&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca e gen you can't mess with me untill you have pink lips and a bitchy attitude and i'm too cool.desi stiu ca majoritatea fetelor de-acolo erau ceva de genu' "aahh"&lt;br /&gt;m-am intalnit cu varu-meo,si de data asta am fost sigura ca era el pentru ca l-am vazut mai des vara asta,si stateam ca dobitoaca si ii faceam cu mana in sala,si dru l-a strigat gigel &gt;.&gt; alt andrei.&lt;br /&gt;si am castigat un caiet cu catifea pe el XD initial m-am gandit ca e vreo chestie acoperita toata cu catifea,dar e un tigru pe ea si are doar petele din catifea cea ce mi s-a parut super.evident caietul e de matematica.nu puteau sa-mi dea un motiv sa scriu poezii si compuneri direct pe foaie.si o sa-l fac caiet de fizica,daca scriu la mate pe el o sa arate urat...&lt;br /&gt;darn,e asa ciudat sa spun ca reflex ca sunt a 7 a.adica ma obisnuiesc ca exista o clasa de a 5a si ca &lt;s&gt; .... &lt;/s&gt; sunt a 6a,dar eu inca sunt in vacanta...&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be a..millionaire.macar atat.bine,imi ajung si doua milioane.de doua milioane pot sa imi iau orice mp3,nu?chiar vreau un mp3 &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am chef sa vorbesc cu cineva si n-am cu cine si din cauza asta fac asa si ma simt bine sa imi scriu gandurile pe ceva pentru ca nu mai pare ca vorbesc singura.&lt;br /&gt;sonia[uaif ma introduce in societate :))] era ceva de genu' "ce maa,i se putea intampla oricui!" si am plecat din sala spunand "de-obicei mi se intampla numai mie",si o aud pe alexandra "vorbesti singura?" i..don't.intr-un loc aglomerat nu prea mai vorbesc singura.&lt;br /&gt;post intrerupt.i can see the light.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-813155920449332105?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/813155920449332105/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=813155920449332105' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/813155920449332105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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profa.Dupa ce imi trece nota.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;Supergirls can fly.&lt;br /&gt;He hee heee heeee heee who makes me smile and get angry ^___^&lt;br /&gt;Inca doua saptamani si o sa am treispe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-414011350302488171?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/414011350302488171/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=414011350302488171' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/414011350302488171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haa,that thing just made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce zile proaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh,dar tipu' ala a venit cu reportofonu' [il cheama Andrei akshully &gt;.&lt;..] si ne-a intrebat ce credem noi ca se intampla la civica si cum ne ajuta asta si daca postam pe forumuri sau suntem innapoiati si daca avem blog.faza la care larisa "da,eu am!" eu,nesimtita,intreb cand a postat ultima data,la care ea "apai l-am facut acum doi aani" eu i l-am facut &gt;.&gt; XD ma abtin,zic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teehee.&lt;br /&gt;ma enerveaza zilele astea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna watch stig mata =3 &lt;br /&gt;cred.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-699020360668320117?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-5078290898262153803</id><published>2010-11-16T22:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T22:50:26.697+02:00</updated><title type='text'>B.Z.</title><content type='html'>...nu iti impune sa nu plangi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean...&lt;br /&gt;Pot sa imi tin lacrimile in ochi&lt;br /&gt;Si nodurile in gat.&lt;br /&gt;Dar as prefera sa fiu capabila sa plang iar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls cry so often.&lt;br /&gt;What's the big deal after all?&lt;br /&gt;Tears are easy to get..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baka.&lt;br /&gt;bakaaa,bakaa,baka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a  thousand miles away but girl tonight you look so pretty,yes you doo...&lt;br /&gt;time square can't shine as bright as you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la tehnologie a venit un tip.&lt;br /&gt;cct,p,s.:)complement circumstantial de timp!and I mean it ._. desi nu e de timp.e ccl sau cct?gramatica asta,si eu luni dau teza la romana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha,pe langa alea doua note de 10 luate frumoos,cu 0 cu burtica and stuff,am si un 7.toata lumea are zile aiurea,stii?nu inseamna ca daca esti la scoala ii musai sa te manance gingia ca pe profesor.&lt;br /&gt;shakira mi-a zis la ora ei ca imi pune absenta pentru ca uaif ma baga in seama.&lt;br /&gt;she wants me,i gotta give it to her XD&lt;br /&gt;si dupa scena cu trantitu' catalogului mi-a pus data,a zis ca mi-a pus absenta si a inceput sa tipe iar la noi.si am iesit din clasa.daca nu ma simt bine si am si absenta,care mai e problema?faza la care ma asez pe scari in spate[unde de altfel se fumeaza des],deschid geamu' si vine smokie de la a 8a sa ma intrebe ce fac.vine profu; dee...istorie?istorie,o ia de mana,asta scapa tigara si o calca.gen si tu ma,asa mica si cu asta care fumeaza?gen si tu vaca tot asa cu pectorali si fara sutien?(: eu imi tineam mainile in hanorac,el o tinea pe ana de mana.&lt;br /&gt;"da' ce tii mainile in buzunar,ma vezi pe mine ca stau asa?" &lt;br /&gt;pai daca e cu role model,am luat-o si eu pe ana de mana XD&lt;br /&gt;ne-a tarat pana in clasa la ana,i-am zis ca ma duc la ora,"fii atenta ca te verifiic :b" si am stat pe geam la baie ^^&lt;br /&gt;si de atunci incearca sa ma sperie cu privirea.azi am facut ture de la laboratoru' de fizica pana la sport pe la intrarea profesorilor[adica langa cires.cires care acum e gool...],unde statea pe banca.si incerca sa ma sfideze,astepta sa scot o replica ciudata.but eram ceva de genu smile si topai si chestii XD evident ca dupa ce treceam din raza lui vizula eram ceva de genu' fuck life i want my presents,dar tot nu poate sa imi faca ceva,pentru ca nu-mi afum plamanii,nu trag la masea in scoala,cel putin,si nu merg cu colaceii pe-afara =D bad luck for you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu..ti-am alergat prin vene.&lt;br /&gt;trebuie sa zbooor.&lt;br /&gt;poate ca intr-o zi fata cu ochii cenusii ma va salva :3&lt;br /&gt;omuleti mici cenusi blonzii :3&lt;br /&gt;c8ilee.&lt;br /&gt;unguru' bulan ftw,pacat ca nu il nimeresc de fiecare data cand merg la scoala dimineata si n-am casti sa ascult si la telefon la radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te iuu... =]]&lt;br /&gt;eu nu obisnuiesc sa ascult taxi&lt;br /&gt;desi sunt ceva de genu' oldies but goldies..&lt;br /&gt;alea doua cuvinte pe care mai nou le spui si in scarba &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;defapt,am impresia ca daca le spui in engleza nu ti se mai par asa marete..&lt;br /&gt;ce de posturi am cu titlu "blabla"&lt;br /&gt;well,blablauri zilnice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-5078290898262153803?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/5078290898262153803/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=5078290898262153803' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/5078290898262153803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/5078290898262153803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2010/11/bz.html' title='B.Z.'/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-4533900511391881155</id><published>2010-11-07T22:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T22:54:24.246+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Loteriaaa.</title><content type='html'>Din biografia mea - "In toamna anului 2010,debuteaza cu postul ^^Ce as face daca as castiga la loto^^."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca sa ma telecomandizez...&lt;br /&gt;Nuuu stiu!XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planuiesc sa castig inca de cand mi s-a permis sa bag primul meu bilet propriu si personal.De mentionat ca de fiecare data cand bag ii musai sa-mi iasa doua sau macar un numar.Cand o sa se dea premii bune si pentru asta,o sa joc in proasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dupa lungi sedinte in care am gandit intens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Din capatul listei,m-as muta.Nu din Craiova,din cartierul asta.Evident,nu pot sa exprim in cuvinte bucuria care ma cuprinde cand trece cate o shakira &lt;s&gt; 'cause I'm a gipsy ~(:~ &lt;/s&gt; cantand ultima manea a lu' Salam ca sa ma upgradeze in materie de muzica,sau cand mai trec pe la cimitir si observ cate cruci s-au mai rupt de la ultima vizita si daca iar au furat si resturile de lumanari ce ramasesera pe-acolo.De nementionat(defapt daca stau sa ma gandesc acum mentionez...) e si modu' in care claxoneaza variantele masculine de shakira pedofile,sau cum daca ma plimb cu potaia pe strada si o strig se trezeste inca unu' sa faca asta,evident,pocindu-i numele.&lt;br /&gt;   Am umplut zeci de foi cu shite de cum ar arata camera mea and stuff.Adica fiind dubla de asta actuala.XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. As cumpara Cdurile de la fiecare trupa care imi place.Stiu,exista downloadul de pe net,simplu si "rapid",dar ar fi calumea sa am un raft cu toate trupele care imi plac.Si cand completez o leapsa sa ma misc la raft sa vad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ii cumpar mamei sofer propriu si personal XD Ricky 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Imi atasez la viitoarea mea casa un dulap-camera in care sa fie fix hainele care imi plac.si imi cumpar accesorii.Multe XD I'm a girl,after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ii cumpar lu' Kid un PS3 si un plic cu bani cat sa isi ia ce masina vrea el.Gen thanks Mtv for pimpin' my ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Merg la mare.Singura.Adica imi caut pe cineva dispus sa ma duca pana la mare si sa ma fatai prin Constanta cu masina caat vreau.Si o sa stau singura noaptea pe plaja si o sa ma uit la luna si apoi ma transform in varcolaca.Carcalaca XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Construiesc o casa[imi ajung banii de la loterie pentru toate astea?o.o oh,well,castig de doua ori!] la munte si una la mare pe care le amenajez exact asa cum vreau eu.Casele MELE de vacanta.Daca ma venereaza destul colegii ne facem excursiile acolo XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Ma duc la cate piese de teatru vrea persoana mea :) Ma mai uit de doua ori la circului lui mateo,cu aceeasi actori,chiar daca erau incepatori,pentru ca am putut sa vad si repetitiile si actorii in normalitate si piesa si a fost grozav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Ma uit la crima la howard johnson[asa scria pe afis?] si ce a mai fost pe blogul lu' Bendeac o_o He seems kewl,dar e imposibil sa aud ceva din inregistrarile de pe youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. *drums* Bag in banca daca imi mai ramane ceva.Dar ma plimb mereu cu hartii de 1 leu in portofel,ca sa para plin ^^ 10 lei in d'alea de 1 XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so bored.And so sleepy.Am impresia ca maine dau lucrare la romana...&lt;br /&gt;Midnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-4533900511391881155?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/4533900511391881155/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=4533900511391881155' title='0 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type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=103554970&amp;width=300" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" flashvars="id=103554970&amp;width=300" height="300" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/103554970/"&gt;Lost&lt;/a&gt; by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://antonisfes.deviantart.com/"&gt;antonisfes&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rip off the words I use to hide myself.&lt;br /&gt;Take a look in my eyes,read my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you ...&lt;br /&gt;could you stop the fuckin feeling that's scratching my heart?&lt;br /&gt;I know you never believed I have a heart,and I always ran when you tried to look for it,but if you care,try to find it...I made her suffer so many times that now she's running from myself,her scars light up when they feel my soul,and she hides...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining outside,darling.It's raining,I forgot my umbrella and the raindrops cut my skin when you're not holding your arm arround me to  make them feel like snow flakes that melt on my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will soon pe winter.I'm going to stay beside the window,look at the snow outside and wish that I could bury myself in it.My breath would fog up the window,I'd smile,easily draw with my finger on it...And then I'll let teardrops fall on the snow,jealous on her,knowing that when she'll melt,she will meet you under the earth,'cause you're up in the high sky and you're also hidden in the dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you're hidden in the dirt.&lt;br /&gt;You're careless now,but I am hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-8021772622530136274?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/8021772622530136274/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=8021772622530136274' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/8021772622530136274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/8021772622530136274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2010/11/juicy.html' title='Juicy.'/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-5345277518197485763</id><published>2010-11-05T22:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T22:18:38.104+02:00</updated><title type='text'>blablabla.</title><content type='html'>Da...etc,etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am o stare nasoala.&lt;br /&gt;Si nu pricep de ce e nasoala.&lt;br /&gt;Desi as putea sa gasesc niste scuze.&lt;br /&gt;Am impresia ca o sa ma schimb iar.&lt;br /&gt;Am urechile infundate degeaba.&lt;br /&gt;Si ma simt altcineva.&lt;br /&gt;Si vreau sa dorm si atat pana luni,pentru ca luni o luam de la capat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demult mi-am ratacit frimiturile copilariei,&lt;br /&gt;Le-am lasat prea devreme pe strazile Baniei,&lt;br /&gt;Si-n schimb,lumina mi-a dat doua stele,&lt;br /&gt;Sa mi le pun in ochi,sa pot privi oameni cu ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar azi te rog sa ma privesti,&lt;br /&gt;Sa nu te-ascunzi de mine,sa nu te umilesti,&lt;br /&gt;Vezi,sufletu-mi va fi aerul ce-l respiri,&lt;br /&gt;Te vad cu ochii gri,te-ntreb..la ce aspiri?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asculta-mi glasul,maine-ti va fi caldura,&lt;br /&gt;Primeste-mi sfatul,candva o sa-mpiedice cazatura,&lt;br /&gt;Eu..sunt viitorul,voi..sufletul mi l-ati cladit,&lt;br /&gt;Dar cei ce i-ati creat gresit,astazi v-au pragusit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate ii mai lipesc o strofa.&lt;br /&gt;Ma doare capu',imi curg ochii,mi-e somn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-5345277518197485763?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-1735684152056938452</id><published>2010-11-05T14:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T14:30:31.279+02:00</updated><title type='text'>the unspoken.</title><content type='html'>Azi mancati painile de ieri.&lt;br /&gt;Sau ce n-am postat si a ramas nefinalizat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I could tell you his favourite color's black &lt;s&gt; or dark blue or yellow &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll never be the same,he has a total lack..&lt;br /&gt;Of kindness,or shit,or maybe I just really hate..&lt;br /&gt;The way I can't dream with eyes opened,stayin' late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;criza.de acum o saptamana,doua.din cauza arhivei,zic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;present pretty much rocks right now.&lt;br /&gt;excepting math.&lt;br /&gt;but i've got gogu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cand m-am intors de la a 6 a ma uitam prin curte si ma gandeam la niste aberatii si apoi am pufnit in ras cand am ajuns aproape de usa...si langa usa era gogu si fuma si se holba la mine si m-am abtinut sa mai rad si el zambeaa...it makes my day![lol happy to know that only kids know my blog XD]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;painea de ieri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si atat.atatea au ramas..doar asta n-am spus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleah.&lt;br /&gt;vampirii se bucura atunci cand lumea spune ca sunt frumosi pentru ca se asigura ca prada lor e atrasa de ei deci nu trebuie sa faca eforturi,nu..?dar devine stresant,nu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dar chiar mi-e frica de oameni,cumva.sunt extraterestra,de-aia m-am comportat asa.pot sa ii taxez cu 200 de mii pe ora daca vor sa se holbeze la mine?:"&gt; cateva ore petrecute in mediul meu si imi scot bani de mp3 XD si apoi o sa se plictiseasca de mine si n-o sa-mi mai dea bani.nu merge XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nu mi-am mancat portia de ciocolata pe ziua de azi,de-asta ma comport asa.&lt;br /&gt;ciocolata.&lt;br /&gt;ciocolata.&lt;br /&gt;ma duc sa mananc o gutuie XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-1735684152056938452?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/1735684152056938452/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=1735684152056938452' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/1735684152056938452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/1735684152056938452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2010/11/unspoken.html' title='the unspoken.'/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-5151449388700553071</id><published>2010-11-02T15:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T15:57:30.671+02:00</updated><title type='text'>daily boring things...</title><content type='html'>Feeling like an ass?&lt;br /&gt;Bea furadan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blabla.&lt;br /&gt;I can a. move to another school b.wish for some new classmates&lt;br /&gt;....and c. kill them all ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booooooored.&lt;br /&gt;Am teme cat sa imi ajunga un weekend intreg si n-am chef sa le fac x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si eram ceva de genul eat a sock cand am iesit sa-mi iau niste gume.&lt;br /&gt;Si apoi l-am vazut.&lt;br /&gt;Si vorbea la telefon.&lt;br /&gt;Si am zambit.Cu zambetul meu cretin si excesiv de zambitor si nepotrivit pentru delicatetea pitipoancelor.&lt;br /&gt;Si cand a inchis telefonul m-a observat.&lt;br /&gt;Si stiu ca ar fi vrut sa rada de modul in care zambeaam...&lt;br /&gt;Si cum ma uitam la el...&lt;br /&gt;Si ma abtineam sa nu sar de fericire ca e pe-acolo...&lt;br /&gt;Si mi-a zambit.&lt;br /&gt;Si n-a ras de mine,doar a zambit.&lt;br /&gt;Si mi-a zis draga.Probabil ca sa nu mai fiu asa fericita.&lt;br /&gt;Si m-a intrebat ce fac.&lt;br /&gt;Si m-am fastacit,impiedicat desi stateam pe loc,m-am balbait...&lt;br /&gt;Si i-am zis ceva de genu' "aaa...."&lt;br /&gt;Si a fost ceva de genul "ok,ok.bun.e bine"&lt;br /&gt;Si probabil era multumit ca inca par escroaca sentimentala.&lt;br /&gt;Si TREBUIE sa aflu unde sta&lt;br /&gt;Si sa mergem la colindat la el de Craciun.&lt;br /&gt;Si mi-e asa dor de el T.T&lt;br /&gt;Si era gogu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah.&lt;br /&gt;Chestia asta numita educatie romaneasca just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;But frankly,I really wanna be careless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu ti-am alergat prin veneeeee&lt;br /&gt;Ti-am suflat cu door pe geneee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oamenii ma piseaza cu apelative dobitoace.&lt;br /&gt;"ce-ti dau,domnisoara?" - un creion sa-ti infig in ochi&lt;br /&gt;"da' domnisoara de ce e trista?" - pentru ca esti tu dobitoc si nu vezi ca-s mica&lt;br /&gt;"ce faci draga,ma mai tii minte?" - nu,te tin minte ca persoana aia care ma striga stefi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assholeeee.&lt;br /&gt;da,erau mai multe.&lt;br /&gt;am doua pagini de culegere cu probleme de care nu vreau sa ma apuc dar iti da 10...&lt;br /&gt;si dau lucrare si la biologie din SN si trebuia sa iau un caiet sau o carte...&lt;br /&gt;urasc zilele de miercuri.mereu sunt cele mai aglomerate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need a hug.&lt;br /&gt;Not a licking machine,not a thing to touch my ass.&lt;br /&gt;Just a hug.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more,nothing less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la.la.la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-5151449388700553071?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/5151449388700553071/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=5151449388700553071' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/5151449388700553071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/5151449388700553071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2010/11/daily-boring-things.html' title='daily boring things...'/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-2558108835533650692</id><published>2010-10-28T19:24:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T19:24:14.626+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chicken e mai mare ca mine.Chicken e teen.Slut &gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;And she'd say not yet babe,not yet ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e.ra asa dor de andreea o_o&lt;br /&gt;defapt de andrei.&lt;br /&gt;Inca un andrei la colectiee XD&lt;br /&gt;E...e motivu' pentru care kid ma striga picel si picel il striga kidu ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andreea e singura andree pe care chiar o plac.Pentru ca micky are doar un al doilea prenume,si nu se pune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am dat  test peipar la engleza.A fost ca al treilea razboi mondial in clasa.&lt;br /&gt;Biletele spre mine."stefi,stefi,zisa giulia sa-ti dau asta" "stefaniaa,unde pusasi biletelu meu?" "asa stefania,pe ea o ajuti si pe mine nu?" "stefi te rrrrooog"&lt;br /&gt;Man,am dat lucrarea spre sfarsitul orei.That NEVER happened.Si nici macar n-am completat tot si am gresit la vreo 3 cuvinte.Jur ca nu ii mai ajut o___o Dar macar m-au platit.Evident nu cat sa fiu multumita,dar merge.Chiar vreau sa fiu translator pentru turisti pe timpul verii sau asa cevaaa...ar fi tare.I'd have cash,I'd be able to see how much english I know.Poate as invata si cateva cuvinte noi,alea alea.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-a placut cum a abordat draghici faza cu greva,a fost ciudat ca m-a pus pe mine,ma rugam sa n utrebuiasca sa vorbesc de matematica,multumim lizzie pentru comentariul nepoliticos ca mi-ai dat inspiratie.muzzza.&lt;br /&gt;I-au sclipit ochii asa ciudat cand m-a pus sa promit ca ma apuc de matee...&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu pot.&lt;br /&gt;Pe bunee,nu pot o_o&lt;br /&gt;De-asta nu i-am promis,pentru ca nu puteam sa imi tin promisiunea...&lt;br /&gt;Dar a fost placut sa am o anumita autoritate fata de toti cretinii pe care ii detin si sa rad cu ei si  sa ma priveasca draghici asa XD Gen maybe she's not that dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna eat something/&lt;br /&gt;Wanna eat cioclit :))&lt;br /&gt;Wanna eaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat.&lt;br /&gt;Azi mi-a fost foame pe bune o_o&lt;br /&gt;Sandvisu,doua cornuri cu ciocolata,ciorba[e vreun sinonim pentru aasta?]...si inca mi-e foame.Mi-e asa foame.Si mi se vad iar coastele.&lt;br /&gt;Copii subnutriti si facem sport ca sa evitam obezitatea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-2558108835533650692?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/2558108835533650692/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=2558108835533650692' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/2558108835533650692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/2558108835533650692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2010/10/chicken-e-mai-mare-ca-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-8932156138691221200</id><published>2010-10-26T22:41:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T22:41:39.678+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Si ce nu stiti voi...E ca eu si mintea mea ne descurcam perfect.Stiti ca omul e cel mai periculos animal.Lasat cu mintea lui,nu stii niciodata cand vine in spatele tau si te ucide lent,privindu-te in ochi fara regrete,imprumutand sclipirea sangelui ce te paraseste in ochii lacomi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became insane,with long intervals of horrible sanity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-8932156138691221200?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/8932156138691221200/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=8932156138691221200' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>I'm doing this XD&lt;br /&gt;Imi place intrebarea.&lt;br /&gt;First mi-am succit bine oasele pe scaun  pana mi-am gasit ideile mele si karma.Apoi am dat click pe toate chestiile care aveau posturi de genu'.It was something like "2012 2012 2012" and I was like bullshit *cough* bullshit *cough*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maan... .___.&lt;br /&gt;Daca as vedea viitorul,probabil ca as fi disperata sa il fac sa iasa excat asa.Si as fi influentata de faptulc a stiu ce o  sa se intample si bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-ar placea sa imi pot vedea viitorul apropiat.Gen ce are de gand sa spuna draghici in 10 secunde sau sa imi dau seama ca un dobitoc o sa aiba ganduri cretine in preajma mea?Ce zen a sunat asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's so fuckin usual..Adica mi-ar placea sa stiu daca o sa gasesc iubirea si cate failuri o sa am inainte,si mi-ar placea sa aflu ca intr-un final o sa raman cu andra si cu restu',si chestii...si chestii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simt nevoia sa dau un delete la tot postu.Bullshiiiiiiit.&lt;br /&gt;Imma make this easy for me.&lt;br /&gt;Ce as face daca as vedea-o pe eu din viitor.&lt;br /&gt;M-as asigura ca sunt la fel de cretina ca acum.&lt;br /&gt;Dupa umiiila mea parere,sunt intreaga la cap,pot sa iau decizii care ma influenteaza mai mult,ca as putea sa am grija de vreo doi trei plozi si sa fac zile amare cuiva XD &lt;br /&gt;Theeen,mi-ar placea sa stiu ce slujba aleg in viitor.Momentan e legat de un zar care nu se opreste,nu se hotaraste la ce numar sa stea,asa ca nu stiu ce o sa devin.Sau DACA devin ceva,pentru ca as putea sa ma intalnesc cu moartea pana atunci XD Am un umor negru azi.&lt;br /&gt;Si..si chestia asta e un fail.&lt;br /&gt;Dar vreau sa o intreb pe stefaniaaaa din viitor daca o sa castig mp3ul ala nenorocit :3 pentru ca n-am castigat concursul si n-am fost asa dezamagita dar daca ma lovea narcisismul in perioada aia,jur ca mp3 scria pe mine v.v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta insemnare participa in &lt;a href=http://concurs.rca-ieftin.ro/&gt; concursul &lt;/a&gt; organizat de &lt;a href=http://www.rca-ieftin.ro/ &gt; RCA ieftin &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideea asta creata sa scriu despre asa ceva o venit de la &lt;a href=http://blogatu.ro&gt;Blogatuu &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-8740992333165802771?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/8740992333165802771/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=8740992333165802771' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/8740992333165802771'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;Un ceas rau,un pas gresit,&lt;br /&gt;Te condamna pentru infinit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iele te-nconjoara,&lt;br /&gt;Si cu ochi te-nfioara,&lt;br /&gt;Si murmura, zbiara,&lt;br /&gt;Si demoni le canta din vioara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legat la ochi,sa nu le vezi,&lt;br /&gt;Canta-mpreuna cu lupii treji,&lt;br /&gt;Si murmura, zbiara,&lt;br /&gt;Si demoni le canta din vioara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citite-ti sunt amintirile,si nu le poti opri,&lt;br /&gt;Li-i sete de dragoste,dar nu mai pot iubi.. &lt;br /&gt;Si murmura,zbiara,&lt;br /&gt;Si demoni le canta din vioara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te-mbratiseaza lacome,razand,&lt;br /&gt;Si-ti simt iubirea pentru-o alta,plangand,&lt;br /&gt;Si murmura,zbiara,&lt;br /&gt;Si demoni le canta din vioara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt slute,iubirea nu le mai atinge,&lt;br /&gt;Caldura trupului tau le frige,&lt;br /&gt;Si murmura,zbiara,&lt;br /&gt;Si demoni le canta din vioara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu suflul de gheata,in brate te-adapostesc,&lt;br /&gt;Sperand ca reusesc,ca te vrajesc,&lt;br /&gt;Si murmura,zbiara,&lt;br /&gt;Si demoni le canta din vioara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Din brate in brate te-arunca jelind,&lt;br /&gt;Si pline de bucurie,sufletul ti-l cuprind,&lt;br /&gt;Si murmura,zbiara,&lt;br /&gt;Si demoni le canta din vioara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prin panza alba ce-ti cuprinde ochii,&lt;br /&gt;Poti sa le vezi dansand in albele lor rochii,&lt;br /&gt;Si murmura,zbiara,&lt;br /&gt;Si demoni le canta din vioara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In dansul lor iubite sa te prinzi,&lt;br /&gt;Dar sa nu uiti nici sufletul sa nu ti-l vinzi!&lt;br /&gt;Doar astfel 'napoi la mine vei veni,&lt;br /&gt;De nu,lacrimi necontenite voi cerni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De sambata,man.De sambata.Multumim darius pentru idee.&lt;br /&gt;Man,imi place sa fim toti la scoala..cand lipsesc mariile!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-2392710801223352021?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/2392710801223352021/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=2392710801223352021' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/2392710801223352021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/2392710801223352021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2010/10/story.html' title='Story.'/><author><name>with cherries on 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm a sexy sex addict that beat the shit out of&amp;nbsp; miley cyrus under the christmas tree :))&lt;br /&gt;light of my day man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am racit iar.&lt;br /&gt;miercuri...&lt;br /&gt;ma doare ingrozitor de tare capul.&lt;br /&gt;dar cel putin mi-am luat zori de zi azi si am ajuns la pagina 300.mama mi-a zis sa nu mai citesc pentru ca o sa ma doara mai tare capul.&lt;br /&gt;m-am simtit ca o tocilara azi,tot timpul cu mana pe sus,desi urasc sa raspund la ore.exceptand fizica si chimia.o sa urasc extinderile.&lt;br /&gt;like,ne pui sa copiem chestii de care oricum nu ne intrebi pe caiet,omoram copaci si tu iti faci de lucru la catedra...&lt;br /&gt;ma doare asa de tare capul T.T&lt;br /&gt;impossible pe replay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;profa de civica nu ma lasa sa spun ce vreau cand ridic mana pentru ca pierdem din ora.obiectivul e sa ne exprimam si sa ne lamurim,nu?mai ramanem in urma cu orele,heh.&lt;br /&gt;nu merg niciunde.stau acasa,sub plapuma,termin zori de zi si mananc iaurturi.&lt;br /&gt;got a problem with that?&lt;br /&gt;i know you don't.&lt;br /&gt;you can sooo handle without me,so go.&lt;br /&gt;mi-e cald.termometrul ala are ceva cu mine &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fane mi-a fisurat o coasta?._.&lt;br /&gt;nici daca ma loveam de perete nu ma durea asa de tare spatele,dude!&lt;br /&gt;modalitate de a-mi speria tatal cand rad isteric XD&lt;br /&gt;ma doare capul,ma doare capuul T.T&lt;br /&gt;si tot nu iau pastila aia nenorocita.&lt;br /&gt;as fi vrut s anu fiu asa bolnavicioasa &amp;gt;.&amp;gt; can you make me thaat wish?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-4316021167543679536?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/4316021167543679536/comments/default' title='Postare 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/TMHA39TemBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZrU5MChrVeU/s72-c/tumblr_lamu9gEKMS1qal115.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-1019286774305221605</id><published>2010-10-21T17:38:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T17:39:38.410+03:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll figure this shit out.</title><content type='html'>Okei.&lt;br /&gt;Dealing that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,daca mohamed nu vrea la munte si muntele nu se mai misca,invatam sa traim cu unul departe de celalalt.&lt;br /&gt;E imposibil sa ii fac sa inteleaga ca daca vorbesc cu un baiat nu inseamna ca il plac.Sau poate parea imposibil sa ma modelez pe comportamentul lor in privinta asta.&lt;br /&gt;Nu-i nimic,eu sunt aia ciudata,eu trebuie sa ma comport mai "ca ei" in timp,ma conformez,asta nu ma impiedica sa  fiu eu insumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deci..&lt;br /&gt;"Someone told me I should get caution when it comes to love" &lt;a href=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U2nmD9tEXp8&gt; de-aici &lt;/a&gt;.E melodia lui Polly dar am voie s-o iau.Aaaam,da?Ma iubeste!&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gettin' cautiooon.&lt;br /&gt;Deci se presupune ca nu mai sunt degajata cand vine vorba sa vorbesc cu baieti?&lt;br /&gt;Deci nu pot sa fac glume daca sunt baieti de fata?&lt;br /&gt;Deci n-am voie sa vorbesc cu baieti decat daca imi place de ei...&lt;br /&gt;Exceptie facand darius si alex si fane.si scutecel :3 si catalin.&lt;br /&gt;Nu smeagle.Fuck,nu smeagle.Ivar :3 &lt;br /&gt;Deci da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;..Ghiocela citeste(pentru a cata oara?) &lt;/i&gt;..scrisoare de dragoste.&lt;br /&gt;Haha,pot sa dau o multime de fragmente din cartea aia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eram asa de OMGOMGOMG cand mi-a sunat telefonul si nu cunosteam numarul si cand am raspuns era o voce de femeie..si intr-un final mi-a zis ca e soacra-mea.But then I was so scared..Like,toata ziua mea la scoala graviteaza in jurul lor.Mi-e imposibil sa fac ceva fara ele o.O&lt;br /&gt;Adica da,pot sa fac pe cineva sa vorbeasca cu mine,dar n-o sa vreau niciodata sa vorbesc mult cu ea,sa ii spun problemele mele or stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Ce frumos ar fi fost sa fie de la concurs..&lt;br /&gt;Pun pariu ca as fi zambit si m-as fi chinuit sa nu rad de fericire si as fi topait in timp ce vorbeam la telefon ca apoi sa spun au rapid,si intr-un  final as fi inchis telefonul si as fi inceput sa zbier...&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-1019286774305221605?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/1019286774305221605/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=1019286774305221605' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/1019286774305221605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/1019286774305221605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2010/10/ill-figure-this-shit-out.html' title='I&apos;ll figure this shit out.'/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-7774080157895669461</id><published>2010-10-20T18:27:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T18:27:06.714+03:00</updated><title type='text'>post....</title><content type='html'>Am fost in parc.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing unusual,I said :))&lt;br /&gt;Probabil pare ca imi place de el,dar nu imi place.&lt;br /&gt;Dunno how to act with boys to be serious.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda take them as girls and so you may think I like someone.&lt;br /&gt;I just like huggin' and foolin' arround and shit.&lt;br /&gt;Dupa ce plecasem toata gloata in parc,am mai ramas eu cu dru si cu uaif in drum spre cimitir.Ma strafulgereaza mintea sa ne prefacem ca suntem englesizste.Si incepem noi sa conversam loud in cimit rin engleza,cand intra pe poarta cimitirului un nigga cu buze maaari :3 era imposibil sa nu observ asta prima data.&lt;br /&gt;si ma gandesc eu sa mergem la el sa vedem daca vorbeste in engleza,ma tin pe looc,alea alea,si trece pe langa noi la care eu *puts on the stupid smile mask* si el e ceva de genu :&gt; :&gt;.Ofc we were laughin' our soul out o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am dat seama de niste chestii.&lt;br /&gt;Asta pentru ca vreau sa fiu psiholog.&lt;br /&gt;Profa de istorie ma incurajeaza dude.&lt;br /&gt;Fetele sunt in stare sa iubeasca.Poate exccesiv.Chiar sa se convinga ca iubesc o persoana desi au pur si simplu nevoie de ea.&lt;br /&gt;Baietii pe de alta parte nu simt nevoia sa aiba pe cineva langa ei.Dar odata ce o fata il place sau se ataseaza de el,daca nu e &lt;s&gt; prick &lt;/s&gt; nesuferit,o sa isi dea silinta sa o iubeasca.Intr-un fel sau altul.Sau o sa o faca sa isi ia campii.&lt;br /&gt;Mai sunt si cazuri fericire?&lt;br /&gt;Cate,unu' la un milion...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man,a fost asa super sa fim toti in parc si sa parem friendly si sa glumim.Pariez ca daca era mC acolo ar fi facut o gluma proasta sau ar fi jignit pe cineva.Pariez ca Maru si miss craci ar fi vorbit de tenis daca erau amandoua.Blondy cu Dru,eu cu uaif..?.--. defapt nu,uaif cu larisa,mihaela cu fane.eu levitez pe-acolo de drag :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stie ca nu mai e cu el desi il priveste muta :3&lt;br /&gt;la la la,la la....&lt;br /&gt;3 de sunt pe mobil in lista.&lt;br /&gt;suckers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say,cate fete care nu sunt gorgeous viseaza totusi la fat frumos?&lt;br /&gt;daca ileana cosanzeana era mai degraba muma padurii cand o priveai,dar odata ce o cunosteai incepeai sa treci peste defecte si sa o iubesti mai mult si mai mult pentru blandetea si puritatea de care povestesc basmee?&lt;br /&gt;oare fat frumos o insela?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R27Z2v7vbQk&amp;feature=related&gt; awesome...? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e gen 2000' dar imi place.&lt;br /&gt;no i just tought it sounds pretty.&lt;br /&gt;prefer ganduri spuse.&lt;br /&gt;mwahahahahahahahahaha....ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am simtul umorului.sunt suuuufletul petrecerii.renumita pentru modestia mea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-7774080157895669461?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/7774080157895669461/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=7774080157895669461' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/7774080157895669461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/7774080157895669461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2010/10/post.html' title='post....'/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-5449326374134126554</id><published>2010-10-18T23:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T23:08:29.688+03:00</updated><title type='text'>blabla</title><content type='html'>I actually don't give a fuck about you ^_________^&lt;br /&gt;And any other fuckin' boy.&lt;br /&gt;Mwahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the left,to the left &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce nimic nu e cum ar trebui/Poate ca dac-as stii as muri subit,mai sti? 8-&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce pot copiii mici sa isi exprime durerea plangand,si atunci cand esti mare esti considerat...dunno,stupid daca plangi cand te doare?Poate ca cei mari se obisnuiesc cu durerea..&lt;br /&gt;Sa inveti sa zambesti cand ti se frange inima.Best hit ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I wanna do what bunnies do with you if you kno' what I mean :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Versul asta e asa de cute XD&lt;br /&gt;Vreau si eu un telefon..o____O&lt;br /&gt;as putea sa-mi iau un mp3 numai si numai al meu si luat din bani castigati de MINE daca as castiga concursul ala,maaan.&lt;br /&gt;ar fi atat de tare sa castig o_o&lt;br /&gt;adica,ar fi primii bani castigati de mine cu o chestie dezvoltata de mine si de witchclub si de tipa de la palat...ceea e ar fi tare.&lt;br /&gt;bleah,ma intreb cum pot sa reactionez cand nu ma suna nimeni sa imi spuna ca am castigat ceva,si cum sa ma scuz si cum sa imi spun ca e ok pentru ca x si y si tra la la...&lt;br /&gt;so don't you ever think you're irreplaceable.&lt;br /&gt;singurele persoane care sunt asa sunt familiaa si dru si gabi si...si atat.&lt;br /&gt;cu cretinii mei e alta treaba,mi-ar fi atat de greu sa ma obisnuiesc sa nu o vad pe larisa ca e prima in clasa si sa n-o aud pe maru' ca incepe ca sunt geamurile deschise si sa ma benoclez la jules si sa se enerveze si sa fie micky incantata cand ii spun micky si sa o iau in brate pe blondy si...si asta-i mezu' clasei.dru si fiimea sunt ceva mai mult.alejandro,mC,fane,ftm,alea alea...adaosu :)) bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am de gand sa iau la puricat deviantart pentru weekendul viitor.o sa-mi fac temele de vineri...sambata cau ttoate tutorialele posibile,le salvez in pc,le organizez in foldere,exersez,si duminica desenez serios ^^.parca vad ca ajung sa manc praz[ de unde pe vremea asta?] in bucatarie.prazu fopr the wooorld,sunt olteanca.like,profa de tehnologie a zis ca sunt olteanca get beget pentru ca vorbesc repede :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dar in ultima vreme ma incurc cand vorbesc si fac greseli si dezacorduri =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la,la,la.&lt;br /&gt;si probabil va ganditi ca sunteti cul pentru ca va bateti intre voi si ce cul si tralalala XD hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;baby i won't shed a tear for you :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de ce mi s-ar parea captivant faptul ca stii sa bati o persoana?&lt;br /&gt;si e fix btw.&lt;br /&gt;huggin' myself.&lt;br /&gt;si 1 :))&lt;br /&gt;right.and you're just suckers.&lt;br /&gt;fucker,sucker,mother,fucker :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalala.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait chicken's birthday =3&lt;br /&gt;e mai mare decat mine.&lt;br /&gt;darius totusi nu e mai mare ca mine.puteam sa pariez ca face 13 ani.&lt;br /&gt;si o sa am buletin inatea lu' gabi si a lu' ramona siiii =3&lt;br /&gt;pot sa zambesc si in pozele de la buletin,nu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credeam ca dam lucrare la mate.&lt;br /&gt;toti cu foi pregatite pe masa,cu data pusa frumos,cu foi liniate,cu creion proaspat ascutit,daca se poate si pix nou sa nu i se termine pasta la lucrare...&lt;br /&gt;vine profa la si 10:&lt;br /&gt;-Doamna,dam lucrare?&lt;br /&gt;- :) nu.&lt;br /&gt;and we're like maaaan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Istoricul general al afişărilor de pagină&lt;br /&gt;1.272&lt;br /&gt;this my shit,this my shit \:d/&lt;br /&gt;defapt nu&lt;br /&gt;this some shit,this's some shit :))&lt;br /&gt;1 272.si varu-meo cica face peste 1000 intr-o luna.pam pam.&lt;br /&gt;dar gaseste subiecte.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just foolin'.&lt;br /&gt;blablablablabla!&lt;br /&gt;nasspa.maine e ziua mea fara matematica.&lt;br /&gt;la romana dam teza pe 22 "noiembrie,man" si la mate pe 9 decembrie :) cu o zi inainte de ziua lu esmeralda,si ziua ei cade vinerea,ca si ziua mea de altfel,si....mi-e dor de gogu pentru ca ar fi fost ziua lu gogu de santu nicolae si ne-ar fi dat bomboane si note de 10.&lt;br /&gt;cu fata aia prefera sa ne dea palme.&lt;br /&gt;nu e vina mea ca sunt ametita si dezorganizata,daca nu ma atrage o materie nu am atata ambitie cat sa ma mobilizez si sa fac totul bine.just take it the way it is.i meaaan,n-o sa ma schimb in fiecare an in care schimbam profesorul.&lt;br /&gt;imi place de asta de desen.macar mai stie cate ceva...&lt;br /&gt;si macar desenam si noi mai frumos,nu mazgalituri pe foi.&lt;br /&gt;am bloc mare de desen =3&lt;br /&gt;lalalala.&lt;br /&gt;am iesit la tabla la mate.traiasca gabi si andra,daca nu ma ajutau in banca sa pricep cum imi fac exercitiul dadeam un faaaaail.partea amuzanta e ca in timp ce imi aminteau ele cum procedez acolo si acolo imi aminteam eu cum spunea gogu regula respectiva.i so damn miss him...&lt;br /&gt;i just said wah.i'm crazy.sau sunt atat de tembela incat sa imi treaca prin cap chestii tampite la fiecare ora...sau chiar am facut azi sportul si am purtat tenesii lu andra si pantaloni roooz de trening?dar a fost amuzant somehow.ma intreb daca pot sa dau la cos.&lt;br /&gt;inca 2 vanatai la inventar.&lt;br /&gt;yey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-8000187567283441686</id><published>2010-10-16T22:43:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T22:55:55.857+03:00</updated><title type='text'>shiityy</title><content type='html'>I’m not looking to fall in love. I’m not even necessarily looking for a boyfriend right now. All I really want is to find a nice, good guy I can text late at night, joke around with, and be stupid with. Someone who likes the same music as me, someone I can easily talk to, someone I can be my total self around and not mind at all. A guy I can waste Friday nights with, laugh with, and have fun with. Someone who’s not perfect, but understands me, you know? Is that really too much to ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found it on Lemonish's tumblr.awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pacat ca sunt prea mana de fier sa plang pe she will be loved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unde e Ioana/Catalin cand ai nevoie de unul din ei?o.O&lt;br /&gt;Ce speriat ar fi catalin XD&lt;br /&gt;Ioana ar putea sa isi faca id cu I.oana ce calumea suna..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-era dor de vaca mea.&lt;br /&gt;Nu de iris.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-era dor de vaca aia cu sosete...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwaaaah&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa plang si am fost asa cretina incat mi-am impus s anu plang si nu pot sa plang...&lt;br /&gt;idiotiidiotiidioti!&lt;br /&gt;cum sa fii capabil sa ii dai copilului tau intr-o saptamana niste bani pe car epoate un om ii castiga intr-o luna,si cu care totusi nu se descurca?ce oameni dobitoci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bai,vreau si eu sa am bani...&lt;br /&gt;haha,si aici vine eu din trecut "lul are internet si n-are bani"&lt;br /&gt;2 ani mai tarziu,portile minunate se deschid.&lt;br /&gt;god have mercy,have mercy on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ce dobitooooci.&lt;br /&gt;vreau sa dorm.&lt;br /&gt;'cause I feel shitty today =3&lt;br /&gt;pudiii.&lt;br /&gt;de saptaman viitoare nu mai am caniche.&lt;br /&gt;poor baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-8000187567283441686?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/8000187567283441686/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=8000187567283441686' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/8000187567283441686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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includea calculatorul.&lt;br /&gt;Bineinteles,il puteai pune sa iti scrie un referat in word de trei pagini despre lucrurile pe care le puteai gasi pe wikipedia,pe langa un site asemanator dictionarul parea..o chestie batrana plicticoasa.Baiatul rase,gandindu-se brusc la profesoara lui de chimie.&lt;br /&gt;Se aseza pe pat si isi apuca una dintre suvitele mai lungi de culoarea graului din parul sau des,incepand sa o roada.Unii scriitori isi rod creionul atunci cand scriu,sau isi mangaie barba.Jim se cufunda in ganduri atunci cand incepea sa isi roada parul.Desigur,era putin ciudat cand se spala pe cap cu sampoane care miroseau a capsuni,ar fi preferat niste chipsuri,dar cel putin medita.&lt;br /&gt;-Hî,ha,ha!'sup baby?&lt;br /&gt;Jim se ridica razand din pat,crezand ca devine schizofrenic.Adica,asa era Johnny Bravo...tipu' aaala blond,obsedat de freza lui,cu un corp la fel de atletic ca profu' lui de religie dependent de McDonalds.Tipu'..tipu' care statea acum in fata lui cu un tub de fixativ si o oglinda aranjandu-si parul?!Ce se intampla aici?&lt;br /&gt;BOOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baiatul iesi din camera speriat dupa sunetul unei explozii.Nu erau parintii lui mai responsabili?Desigur,mancase pamant de cateva ori cand fusese mic si nu intotdeauna isi aminteau sa ii aduca de mancare,dar mama lui stia sa foloseasca un cuptor...nu?&lt;br /&gt;-Nuuu,DeeDee,nu apasa butonul ala?&lt;br /&gt;In fata lui Jim,cu parul roscat inchis,mai scund decat majoritatea colegilor pe care ii avea baiatul,statea punctul de holbare al elevului de cand era la gradinita - dexter.&lt;br /&gt;-Uuuuh,butonul asta ce face?insasi prostia intruchipata,sora lui dexter,evident...si apoi,un boom.Blonda inalta,cu doua codite alerga prin bucataria care,spre deliciul ei,era plina de butoane de toate felurile.DeeDee apasa si tragea de ele facand lucrurile sa se miste si sa explodeze.&lt;br /&gt;-Kaaa Boom!fata in roz era in extaz.O trapa ascunsa in spatele unui dulap ii conduse pe cei patru spre un laborator...care se presupunea a fi secret.Johnny continua sa isi aranjeze parul,etalandu-si muschii,in timp ce Dexter isi mangaia cu delicatete parul,disperat de actiunile lui DeeDee.&lt;br /&gt;-Butoanebutoanebutoaneeeee.....soareeeci.&lt;br /&gt;DeeDee se opri,ochii si gura ei formand fiecare cate un "o".Jim nu era sigur daca o venea de la obsesie,oroare sau de la... omg .Dar cel putin fata statea linistita.Dexter radea isteric,afisand un chip care ar fi mers bine cu filmul horror de aseara.Poate ar fi putut sa-l sperie,daca nu l-ar fi uimit mai mult faptul ca se afla langa personaje de desene animate.&lt;br /&gt;Imediat,baiatul fu doborat de o pisica albastra..da,albastra,ce fugarea un soarece mic.Epiiiiic.Bravo man,care statea langa el,incepu sa tipe la randul lui,fugind in bratele lui DeeDee.Insa soarecele disparu intr-o gaura din peretele ce trebuia sa fie un scut,fapt ce il facu pe dexter sa se intrebe de ce nu e securizata partea aia de perete.O..apasare de buton verifica gaura soarecelui si o inchise fara probleme.&lt;br /&gt;DeeDee reincepu fuga prin laborator apasand pe butoane,in timp ce dexter isi epuiza plamanii tipand la ea,fiind indiferent la ideea ca sora lui era destul de surda.Un gand diabolic ii strafulgera insa mintea si,dand o fuga in celalalt capat al coridorului,sterpeli fara probleme una dintre cele mai iubite lucruri ale lui DeeDee - nu,nu un ponei roz cu butoane atasate,ci o simpla foaie mazgalita stangaci,un portret pe care DeeDee il facea atunci cand butoanele erau inaccesibile.Dexter isi ameninta sora cu privire la desen,insa aceasta nu avea nicio problema:&lt;br /&gt;- E ooooooooo...stai,un buton!...e ok.Mai am vreo 575686754534463 copii.&lt;br /&gt;Jim se uita clipind la Johnny,care isi aranja o suvita rebela.&lt;br /&gt;-Baby,unde e fixativul alaa?&lt;br /&gt;-Ajungeee.Tipatul baiatului o oprii pe DeeDee in perete,in timp ce Dexter isi jupuia usor portretul.Imediat ce tipa,lucrurile disparura,iar el se trezi suspinand in propriul lui pat.&lt;br /&gt;Confuzia isi aseza patura moale pe gandurile baiatului,dar in sfarsit intelese,atunci cand simti miros de fixativ in camera.&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy se ridica din pat si lua pixul,incepand sa scrie la compunerea sa pe care o avea de predat maine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha,ha,ha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-5878658353620055237?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/5878658353620055237/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=5878658353620055237' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/5878658353620055237'/><link 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/&gt;46.Know any other languages?&lt;br /&gt;inglis.romana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47.Ever write a coded message?&lt;br /&gt;cand eram mai mica foloseam cu frate-meo cifre in loc de litere sau semne de punctuatie.era amuzant ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48.Have you ever been IN a wedding?&lt;br /&gt;   in tort?=3 nu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49.Do you have any children?&lt;br /&gt;   dru...candace...cam atat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50.Did you take a nap today?&lt;br /&gt;   am vrut...dar oricum nu ma ajuta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51.Who has the same birthday as you?&lt;br /&gt;   Kath.restul vedetelor nu conteaza.But since we're talkin',Gina Pistol e nascuta in aceeasi zi cu mine si vreau  un ursulet de la ea :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52.Ever met anyone famos before?&lt;br /&gt;  famous,ba.nu stiu.am vazut cativa fotbalisti de la universitatea.dar atat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53.Do you want to be famos one day?&lt;br /&gt; faaaaamous.da.pe o suprafata mica.gen un orasel sa ma salute lumea dimineata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54.Any Pet Peeves?&lt;br /&gt;huuuuh? gonna copy that XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55.Are you multitasking right now?&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56.Do you like Britany Spears?&lt;br /&gt;  britney.womanizer toxic...old stuff XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57.Last place you drove your car?&lt;br /&gt;   long time ago.acum 2 ani,cand am fost cu tata la preajba ^_^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58.Ever been out of the country?&lt;br /&gt;  nu :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59.Where were you born?&lt;br /&gt;   Pi patu di spital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60.Could you handle been in a military?&lt;br /&gt;   sir,yes,sir!:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61.Who are you thinking about right now.&lt;br /&gt;  Bianca si toti de la a 6a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62.When was the last time you laughed REALLY hard?&lt;br /&gt;   La scoala,cu Dru."Uuuite,uite ce face peretele XD"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63.How many pairs of shoes do you have?&lt;br /&gt;   una =3 momentan.maine vine alocatia aia nenorocita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64.Are your toes always painted?&lt;br /&gt;   nu.daca ma plictisesc destul de rau le fac cu lac.momentan am o inima neagra pe degetul mare XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65.how many piercings do you have?&lt;br /&gt;   pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66.What are you doing today?&lt;br /&gt;   school.today,tommorrow,always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67.Have you ever been gambling?&lt;br /&gt;   da,dar nu pe bani...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68.When was the last time you updated your page?&lt;br /&gt;   acum juma de ora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69.Do you like rollercoasters?&lt;br /&gt;   n-o sa ma dau vreodata intr-unul decat daca sunt destul de fericita.dar nu ma atrage ideea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70.Have you ver been to disneyland or world?&lt;br /&gt;   nu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71.Do you have a favorite cartoon character?&lt;br /&gt;   bubonic din uuuncipunci,jenny din louie.sau andy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72.Last thing you cooked?&lt;br /&gt;   cooked for real?negrese ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73.How's the weather?&lt;br /&gt;frig.bate vantu cateodata.frig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74.Do you e-mail?&lt;br /&gt;rar.la diriga sau la concursuri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75.What's the stupidest thing you did with your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;  hmm..pai la mine e normal sa dau cu el de pamant.sa il strang pana m-au durut mainile ca nu citea usb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76.Last time you were sick?&lt;br /&gt;acum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78.What is your dream car?&lt;br /&gt;beetle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79.Have you ever wanted someone you can't have?&lt;br /&gt;da.you can'thave this broccoli.but i wanted that one.&lt;- faza din friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80.If you could be anywhere right now where would you be?&lt;br /&gt;england my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81.Are you happy with your life?&lt;br /&gt;pai presupun ca n-o pot schimba cum e acum,asa ca ma multumesc cu ea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Have you noticed that steph erased the question no. 77?:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;broken wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. n-a fost soare in weekend.dar n-am mai avut nevoie de el.si in plus,azi au fost niste momente cu soare pe care le-am petrecut la cires.&lt;br /&gt;2. inca il astept.&lt;br /&gt;3. pass&lt;br /&gt;4. pass&lt;br /&gt;5. pass&lt;br /&gt;6. pass..&lt;br /&gt;7. pass.vine ea ziua mea&lt;br /&gt;8,9.still giving 9 to her.but takin' back my wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since eu scap lunea chiar la 12,pentru ca ultima ora avem sportul si mama scapa la 3,am 3 ore sa ma fatai di colo colo prin scoala.sau daca e soare sa merg in parc,dar n-a fost destul de insorit,si n-am avut nici cu cine,somehow.in schimb m-am asezat pe scari si m-am uitat la cires.nu pricepeti voi cum,stiu,stiu.&lt;br /&gt;ciresul ala ma reprezinta...&lt;br /&gt;am avut multe chestii in cap cand ma uitam la el,dar nu le-am mai pus pe foaie.&lt;br /&gt;sunt introvertita.&lt;br /&gt;so,noticed in cires erau 3 crengute mai ofilite...&lt;br /&gt;una din ele ar fi fost faptul ca...nu ca nu m-a placut,sau ca [si nu te simti dex.] a fost idiot.ci ca din cauza lui mi-au spus ca sunt moarta.that made me think 'bout it.&lt;br /&gt;the biggest them on earth.like,motivele sa ascult welcome to my life pe repeat and shit.&lt;br /&gt;faptul ca am derivat de la ce puteam sa fiu.&lt;br /&gt;asta e tot ce regret acum...restul sunt awesome.&lt;br /&gt;ultimele 4 ore cu ghiozdanul dupa mine.wuuf.&lt;br /&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\(:3)/ Go enma!  &lt;- mascota pentru avioane XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceva inevitabil - imitam eu azi pozitia lu' vuia-statuia[ce copilaresc suna],cand observ o...urmare a unei atitudini jalnice posedata de o pasare :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she looks good but her boyfriend says she's a mess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-1620094181040373697</id><published>2010-10-10T21:06:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T21:20:25.011+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>leapsa de la..mistique.nu stiu cum o cheama exact,cred ca o cheama amelia pentru ca e mistic ame,dar poate sa fie si amee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.What was the highlight of your week?&lt;br /&gt;"veniti in parc?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Whose car were you in last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtk...ultima plimbare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.When is the next time you will kiss someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;verde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.How long is your hair?&lt;br /&gt;3 cm dupa umeeri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;nurse betty&lt;br /&gt;7.Who were you with?&lt;br /&gt;acasa.cu pisoiu.in camera?^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;milk and choco =3 or choco and milk XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Last thing you drank?&lt;br /&gt;milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.When was the last time you had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;la inceputul anului o bandajam XD adica prin februarie,lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Who came over last?&lt;br /&gt;cumnata-mea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Are you happy right now?&lt;br /&gt;elvetia&lt;br /&gt;13.What did you say last?&lt;br /&gt;"da,da,il fac"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Where is your phone?&lt;br /&gt;in fata mea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.What color ar your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;albastru spre verde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Are you left-handed?&lt;br /&gt;ofc not&lt;br /&gt;17.Spell your name without vowels.&lt;br /&gt;stfn =d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Do you have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;doi caini si un pisoi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Favorite vacantion?&lt;br /&gt;aia de iarna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.What do you dislike currently?&lt;br /&gt;faptul ca nu mi-am facut bine ciocolata cu lapte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;the way i loved you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.What is your favorite scent?&lt;br /&gt;liliac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;br /&gt;mazgaleam o foaie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.When is your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;3 decembrie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.Who has the same phone as you?&lt;br /&gt;ca asta,nu cunosc pe nimeni.inca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.Last time you went swmming in a pool?&lt;br /&gt;vara trecuta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.Do you read your horoscope?&lt;br /&gt;rar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.Where was the last place you bought something?&lt;br /&gt;la coltu strazii,la magazin,lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.How do you feel about your hair right now?&lt;br /&gt;uhm,proaspat uscat arata oribil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.Do you bite your nails?&lt;br /&gt;rar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.Do you have any expensive jewelery?&lt;br /&gt;nu.nu vrute de mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.Myspace or facebook?&lt;br /&gt;facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.How fast have you driven a car?&lt;br /&gt;am fost in..120.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.What was or is your favorite subject in school?&lt;br /&gt;engleza :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.Do you have Verizon?&lt;br /&gt;nu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.What type of boy or girl do you usually fall for?&lt;br /&gt; genul de baieti care intr-un final se uita la tine cu un zambet larg,demonstrandu-si ca te pot face sa-i placi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.Do you have any hidden talent?&lt;br /&gt;nu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.Favorite song?&lt;br /&gt; right now cry me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.Do you like to sing at all?&lt;br /&gt;   da.dar zbier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.Dream job?&lt;br /&gt;scriitor/legist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41.Where does most of your family lives?&lt;br /&gt;familie...cu mine in casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42.Are you an only child or do you have siblings?&lt;br /&gt;   fratimiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43.Would you consider yourself to be spiled?&lt;br /&gt;    nah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44.What was the first thing you trought when you woke up?&lt;br /&gt;    nu ma trezesc tarziu..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-1620094181040373697?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/1620094181040373697/comments/default' 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did it it woz 100% true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. Write the name of a boy.&lt;br /&gt;   Darius.muhahaha.care din ei?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Which is your favorite color out of red, black, blue, green, yellow?&lt;br /&gt;  black ftw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your first initial?&lt;br /&gt;   s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your month of birth?&lt;br /&gt;  december b-) &lt;br /&gt;5. Which color do you like more, black or white?&lt;br /&gt;   black&lt;br /&gt;6. Name of a girl.&lt;br /&gt;dru&lt;br /&gt; 7. Your favorite number?&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you like California or Florida more?&lt;br /&gt;california&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you like the lake or the ocean more?&lt;br /&gt;lake&lt;br /&gt;10. Write down a wish (a realistic one).&lt;br /&gt;wishes don't come true if you tell someone else what you wish.&lt;br /&gt;Are you done?&lt;br /&gt;If so, scroll down&lt;br /&gt;(don't cheat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;THE ANSWERS&lt;br /&gt;1. You are completely in love with this person.&lt;br /&gt;2. If you choose:&lt;br /&gt;Red: You are alert and your life is full of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black: You are conservative and aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green: Your soul is relaxed and you are laid back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue: You are spontaneous and love kisses and affection from&lt;br /&gt;the ones you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow: You are a very happy person and give good advice to those who are down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If your initial A-K: You have a lot of love and friendships in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-R: You try to enjoy life to the maximum and your love life is soon to blossom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S-Z: You like to help others and your future love life looks very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you were born in Jan.-Mar.: The year will go very well for you and you will discover that you fall in love with someone totally unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apr.-June: You will have a strong love relationship that will not last long but the memories will last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July-Sept.: You will have a great year and will experience a major life changing experience for the good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct.-Dec.: Your love life will not be too great, but eventually you will find your soulmate.                                                                          5. If you choose...&lt;br /&gt;Black: Your life will take on a different direction, it will seem hard at the time but will be the best thing for you, and you will be glad for the change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White: You will have a friend who completely confides in you and would do anything for you, but you may not realize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. This person is your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. This is how many close friends you have in a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;8. If you choose...&lt;br /&gt;California: You like adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florida: You are a laidback person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you choose...&lt;br /&gt;Lake: You are loyal to your friends and your love. And you are very reserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocean: You are spontaneous and like to please people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. This wish will come true only if you RE-POST THIS ON YOUR SITE in one hour and it will come true before your next birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce pot sa zic.Ha,aveti doua luni la dispozitie sa imi indepliniti dorinta,nimic mai mult.Daca nu,rapesc oile lu' becali si le rad :) si apoi le fac rosii.&lt;br /&gt;Da.ce amuzant.&lt;br /&gt;Doar asa,ca fapt divers.&lt;br /&gt;De ziuuua ta daddy =3 Ate cake.Lui i-a facut tort,trebuie sa imi faca si mie,eu le-am facut lor de aniversare :)) &lt;br /&gt;Turn it up turn it up &lt;3 can't stop playin'&lt;br /&gt;pixie lott ftwwww&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-5956554230989976500?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/5956554230989976500/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=5956554230989976500' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/5956554230989976500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/5956554230989976500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2010/10/testing.html' title='testing'/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/TLDCyb-T-nI/AAAAAAAAAGw/fwp3Rcl8wHc/s72-c/DSC00021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-741595812379070541</id><published>2010-10-09T15:46:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T15:54:39.840+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And they teared me apart,God!They told me I don't deserve happiness,father!They said I became just a shadow,that I'm useless,they just forgot every moment I forgot myself and helped them with my soul.Why are they acting like that,father?Aren't they aware of how things will turn upside down if they act like that?Father,they forget everything you said!They don't know how to pray anymore,they think they're doing their luck on their own,God!Turn on the light father,your kids are forgetting your advices,bless them again,don't take them away,it's not their fault,father.Humans told them you don't exist,God,they lied!Teach them again how to love for real,how to dance in the rain  and work like they will never be able to do something else,show them how to be happy with their lifes for real,'cause they are now lost,father...Take now my soul,'cause I'm ready to die for them,but stop humans,they're just hurting themselves...My heart is beating with small,short sounds,my soul is moaning desperate,'cause he is now blind and peace ran away,trying to find the true smile in humans,but she got lost in the sea of hate.My soul can't be helped father,sickness choked him.Can you hear us God?Can you hear us asking for help under our masks?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-741595812379070541?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/741595812379070541/comments/default' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-2290849591746652419</id><published>2010-10-09T10:57:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T11:04:59.718+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I still don't regret that.&lt;br /&gt;Asta nu schimba cu nimic lucrurile..&lt;br /&gt;And it's not helping.&lt;br /&gt;Bleah.Trebuia sa stric toate chestiile.&lt;br /&gt;Let it all out..&lt;br /&gt;Chiar am nevoie de un psiholog.&lt;br /&gt;E fix.&lt;br /&gt;Pe 24 sau 25 o sa astept ca o cretina sa imi sune telefonul,desi n-o s-o faca.&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu conteaza.&lt;br /&gt;Broken dreams can't be fixed after all.&lt;br /&gt;And now I can probably die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-2290849591746652419?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/2290849591746652419/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=2290849591746652419' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/2290849591746652419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/2290849591746652419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-still-dont-regret-that.html' title=''/><author><name>with cherries on 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priveasca...&lt;br /&gt;Sufletul uita sa iubeasca asa cum o facea candva,[si pocniti-ma daca imi pasa ca nu iubesc.]uita sa iti zambeasca si sa recunoasca totul.&lt;br /&gt;namchefnamchefnamchef!&lt;br /&gt;Ideea e ca ar trebui sa pun amprenta pe ce am acum,sa tin la cine e acum cu mine si toate cele,dar mi-e asaa de dor de vara T.T&lt;br /&gt;Someone fuckin stop the fire T.T&lt;br /&gt;O sa ma mut cu chicken la mare cand facem 21 de ani.Ne mutam in America si ne imbatam in fiecare weekend,si mancam de la burger king si ne facem cat vacile.&lt;br /&gt;Si nu mai vorbesc cu oamenii decat fata in fata ca sa-i pot strange de gat cand taac.&lt;br /&gt;Am o criza sau asa ceva o.O&lt;br /&gt;I tell you,u no good to me XD&lt;br /&gt;Genul asta de chestii ma fac sa dau ignore....&lt;br /&gt;Genul asta de chestie...&lt;br /&gt;Eu sunt chestia care le permite sa spuna cand imi place de cineva pentru ca nu-mi pot da seama nici singura.&lt;br /&gt;Adica,tin la cineva.Tin la dru,tin la gabi,tin la lacrisa[ha],tin la mihaela,tin la marii,duda o.O Tin la iris,mi-e atat de dor de iris ._. Mi-e dor de dobitocu' de victor.I even care about fane.Nu ne mai cumpara diriga altu' de craciun daca il stricam pe asta,stiu.&lt;br /&gt;And i care about chicken and a bout kath and about lemon and alessa and dexter and ivar and ioana and all of theeem.&lt;br /&gt;But i still don't give a fuck.&lt;br /&gt;Ar trebui sa imi primesc parola pe blogspot dupa ce trec de crize.&lt;br /&gt;Motherfucker,I really hate dots ._.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e mai usor sa scriu aici pentru ca iti dai seama avand in vedere ca iti dau linkul assta dupa...&lt;br /&gt;I mean dude you liked the way uaif acted ^^'&lt;br /&gt;Fuck o sa sterg postul asta candva.&lt;br /&gt;N-am luat nimicc.&lt;br /&gt;Nimiccc.&lt;br /&gt;Am mancat o acadea cu cirese.&lt;br /&gt;Dar atat.&lt;br /&gt;Nu e vina mea caaa...&lt;br /&gt;Ma atasez.&lt;br /&gt;Teapa de esapament cretina.&lt;br /&gt;Imi &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;pasa&lt;/span&gt; de tine.&lt;br /&gt;Dar atat.&lt;br /&gt;Bleaaaah.Boys suck but i still care 'bout you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-371355116504099004?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/371355116504099004/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=371355116504099004' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/371355116504099004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/371355116504099004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2010/10/n-am-de-gand-sa-fac-asta.html' title='N-am de gand sa fac asta ^^'/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-1366202731904665302</id><published>2010-10-07T22:14:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T22:28:49.197+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ai dracu pacifisti &gt;.&gt;</title><content type='html'>Like,WTF,end this fuckin' shit right now.&lt;br /&gt;Cum dracu sa iti pese doar acum,cand moare cineva?&lt;br /&gt;I mean,ok,moare,da,si poate ca se mediatizeaza totul doar pentru ca se intampla in plina strada,si doar pentru ca moare,nu e doar ranit.&lt;br /&gt;Cati sunt taiati pocniti impinsi zilnic pe strada si prin scoli si cacat,and still,they don't give a single fuck.Dar nu,acum,let's fuckin do the dew romania,ne implicaaam.Si nu avea aceeasi idee daca era "sa facem asta,romania?" de ce un program care implica romania are un titlu in engleza?&lt;br /&gt;Peste doua saptamani,cand o sa se faca sapaturi si o sa fie scarpinata in cur fiecare cunostiinta a celor doi victimidioti,o sa se uite tot.Cel mult,daca e destul de culareanu,o sa se trezeasca un prieten apropiat sa faca declaratii despre anturaju' astora.&lt;br /&gt;Da,e mort,si ce?Asta nu inseamna ca se transforma brusc intr-un inger.Idiotii,oricat de idioti ar fi,nu se omoara unul pe celalalt pentru ca pur si simplu au nervi si un cutit cu o lama buna.&lt;br /&gt;I mean,tipu' ala putea la fel de bine sa se drogheze in timpul liber,si maine o sa vezi pe un post de televiziune sau intr-un ziar de scandal "ingerul a ajuns in ceruri".Just fuck yourself.&lt;br /&gt;And that's all about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm chillin' ^___^&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau in parc.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca e frig si nu e destul de cald cat sa ma prostesc.Adica sa fiu eu insumi.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna ask you to stop,tough I liked you alot :) Liked.&lt;br /&gt;Ha.Ha.ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude,oamenii pur si simplu se schimba.&lt;br /&gt;Ei ma uita,nu isi amintesc cum ma cheama or shit.&lt;br /&gt;Eu invat sa imi amintesc de ei cu un zambet amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah,am sters ce scrisesem aici,nu am chef sa fiu girly.&lt;br /&gt;Am pus azi plicul pentru concurs.&lt;br /&gt;Fingers crossed for me,yey.&lt;br /&gt;Eram asa de timida cu foaia aia,nu vroiam sa scriu de mana pentru ca scriu urat si stricam chestia aia decenta acolo,dar am facut-o.Adica,presupun ca daca cei care organizeaza concursul ala au putina minte,pot sa isi dea seama ca nu conteaza cat de urat scriu pe foi,ci cum suna poeziile.&lt;br /&gt;Da sunt morbide.&lt;br /&gt;Dar imi place raceala aia.&lt;br /&gt;It's a damn cold night,I try to figure out this life...&lt;br /&gt;Cimtir,cat de tru.&lt;br /&gt;Cand am fost vineri in parc ofc am trecut prin cimitir first,si m-am oprit in locul cu faza cu bella the bitch.And I was like...dude,asta se intampla acum 4 luni...chiar mai bine.&lt;br /&gt;Oare ce fac ciresii cand nu infloresc,cand nu pot sa inmugureasca si sa faca cirese?&lt;br /&gt;Bleah,melancolie cretina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-1366202731904665302?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/1366202731904665302/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=1366202731904665302' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/1366202731904665302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/1366202731904665302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2010/10/ai-dracu-pacifisti.html' title='Ai dracu pacifisti &gt;.&gt;'/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-7632763258011344180</id><published>2010-10-06T11:29:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T12:40:41.929+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Leapsa!</title><content type='html'>Azi stau acasa degeaba.Yey.&lt;br /&gt;Leapsa de moment,oare?&lt;br /&gt;Noua dorinte.&lt;br /&gt;1. Un weekend cu soare.&lt;br /&gt;2. Let's say..un milion?macar atat?&lt;br /&gt;3. Sa nu mai fiu bolnavicioasa.&lt;br /&gt;4. Uhm.ummm...sa nu mai fiu timida &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Sa stau mai aproape de scoala &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Gogu back.Sau mai bine,sa scoata matematica din program.Adica,jobs that need algebra - algebra teacher.so wtf.&lt;br /&gt;7. O caciulaaa.cu U. sau condom lol XD&lt;br /&gt;8. A wish for him&lt;br /&gt;9. And a wish for my wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanana.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Like...&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even start it ^_^&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna go now.&lt;br /&gt;Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;I'm dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e cald.&lt;br /&gt;Vreau afara.vreau sa ploua cu soare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-7632763258011344180?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/7632763258011344180/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=7632763258011344180' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/7632763258011344180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/7632763258011344180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2010/10/leapsa.html' title='Leapsa!'/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-3030556409096396504</id><published>2010-10-04T17:52:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T18:05:02.175+03:00</updated><title type='text'>muhaha.</title><content type='html'>Grozav,Fane s-a integrat.&lt;br /&gt;Acum o sa-l sec pana o sa stiu cine e truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arat parfect cu unghiile negre.&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca nu trebuie sa le ai lungi ca sa le ai negre.&lt;br /&gt;Si pentru ca eu sunt alba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am un bol d'ala de acadele.Cu cirese si cola.&lt;br /&gt;I'm delicious.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hot hot.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so delicious&lt;br /&gt;When I lick my lolli lollipop.&lt;br /&gt;= ) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M-am intalnit cu Bianca.&lt;br /&gt;Bianca e o fosta colega,din clasa a 4a.&lt;br /&gt;Bianca de altfel are un mers de pitzi,si o pot depista de la 3 metri,pentru ca ii cunosc mersul ca pe buzunarul meu *d'aia gasesc mereu surprize in buzunar*&lt;br /&gt;Nu imi place sa vorbesc cu ea,desi mamele noastre sunt prietene si  am stat cu ea in banca pentru ca eram incapabila sa stau cu cine vreu la varsta aia.&lt;br /&gt;Si sa opreste in fata mee'..&lt;br /&gt;-Ce faci stefi?&lt;br /&gt;-Aaa,bine,tu.&lt;br /&gt;-Bine,de la scoala.[basic shit]&lt;br /&gt;-Ahaa..&lt;br /&gt;-Tot pe shaki o aveti la engleza?&lt;br /&gt;-Da,da,tot pe ea.&lt;br /&gt;-Buna era femeia aia,pe noi ne-a pus asta 3 si 4 in agenda ei...&lt;br /&gt;-Da,shaki ne ameninta dintr-a 5a si batman.&lt;br /&gt;-Esti emo?[notice my black nails bitch,I was so damn sure 'bout that]&lt;br /&gt;-Duh,nu,daca am unghiile negre nu inseamna ca sunt emo,d'oh[incercam sa evit lol wtf]&lt;br /&gt;-Ok,hai ca plec acasa.&lt;br /&gt;-Pa.&lt;br /&gt;^_____^ Banged her banged her banged her XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zMbIipvQL0c&gt; \(^o^)/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala.&lt;br /&gt;Izu si-a  spart pishioru; XD&lt;br /&gt;Am fosst sa o duc acasa in pauza mare,and I was like pleaase let me pass the math hour.Am venit la si jumate,si cand a venit randul meu sa ies la tabla s-a sunat ^_^ Lucky me,defapt am stat juma de ora pe drum pentru asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhahaha,sunt malefica.&lt;br /&gt;Vreau bani,duda,vreau bani.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt materialista?&lt;br /&gt;Nu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angajez duh din lampa XD&lt;br /&gt;Vreaau de ziua mea jampiere,manusi fara dej'te[alb negru,ceva in dungi,cevaa],sa pot sa imi marit telefonul,zori de zi[da,macar am colectia,nu?],poate un mp3,sa gasesc cizme care sa imi placa,un notebook[aiurez =))],un caiet d'ala cum are fane si cum are ftm,cu pagini albe,niste creioane din mercur ca sa desenez,carbune si DUUUULCIURI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nici nu cer mult,ce naiba?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-3030556409096396504?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/3030556409096396504/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=3030556409096396504' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/3030556409096396504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/3030556409096396504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2010/10/muhaha.html' title='muhaha.'/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-340181869134368095</id><published>2010-10-02T12:53:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T13:08:46.475+03:00</updated><title type='text'>hîhîhî...</title><content type='html'>Ieri am fost in parc,watson.&lt;br /&gt;Ieri am socializat XD&lt;br /&gt;Ceva de genu'.&lt;br /&gt;Urasc sa merg cu toata gloata in parc,pentru ca e greu sa ii multumesti pe toti si unii vor sa stea la umbra si mie imi place sa stau la soare si devine boring.&lt;br /&gt;Thing is,in mare,totul e ok XD&lt;br /&gt;Blondie s-a intors,continua sa ne strice zilele si sa se comporte ca o drogata cu mac daily.Nu-mi vine sa cred ca e deja octombrie.Defapt imi vine sa cred dar as vrea sa stiu ca e o minciuna.&lt;br /&gt;Polly are 13 ani acum.Si ma inteleg bine cu ea.Imi place ca nu sta sa boceasca dupa un tip daca tipu' nu o place sau daca nu poate sa fie prietena lui.&lt;br /&gt;Fane o sa aiba noroc daca ramane intreg pana in semestru' al doilea,il calcam in picioare.Dar cel putin nu trebuie sa il suportam pe alexandru.&lt;br /&gt;Aia de desen a adus niste carpe pe care a trebuit sa le atasam la desenul de data trecuta si am tras de timp spunand ca n-am pictura,apoi pe la jumatatea orei am ramas fara aer si eram gata sa o strang de gat pentru ca nu mai puteam si tineam mana ridicata,ce nu fac niciodata,si nu ma baga in seama.Nu e viata frumoasa?&lt;br /&gt;I-am facut patru vanatai lu' Fane.Ieri a facut cunostiinta cu piciorul meu ^_____^ Ador sa dau cu picioru',dude XD Like,aproape ca mi-e dor de saptamana aia de karate,aveam sacul meu mititel de box si ma invatau sa dau cu piciorul.But I got scared at a moment.&lt;br /&gt;Gen ce-ar fi sa mergem in fiecare vineri in parc?Adica,e gratis..Aproape gratis,daca te gandesti la motorina,dar am putea sa mergem luni,pentru ca lunea avem pana la 1 si oricum ultima ora e sport,mama iese la 3 si 2 ore in parc,cand ajung la scoala plec cu mama ^____^ Totul facut ca sa-mi fie mie mai usor XD &lt;br /&gt;Fane are niste desene supercalifragilistiexpialidocious sau asa ceva :)) Pacat ca si el le face dupa model,ar fi fost mai bun ca Andra.&lt;br /&gt;Toata ziua de vineri am fost aia luata pe sus.Dar chiar am 37 de kile,chiar am T.T &lt;br /&gt;Am descoperit o alta specie de cocalar.Cocalarul de camin.&lt;br /&gt;a.) Cocalarul de camin boboc - Se considera mereu super cool,sta in fata scolii pe banca spargand seminte de fiecare data si flirteaza cu fiecare fata pe care o intalneste.Vrea sa dea impresia ca e super inteligent.&lt;br /&gt;b.) Cocalaru de camin care deja e intr-a 10a/11a/12a - Mereu sub aripa protectoare a...nu mai stiu ce..pedagog?pedagogului.Nu se mai uita la tipele din camin dar toate ofteaza cand trec pe langa el,merge mandru la cantina si face baza de astia de generala.Cea mai proasta chestie e sa ti se spuna ca a intrat profa la astia de a 6a desi au fost de serviciu pana acum de 54634 si stiu ca nu esti in clasa cu ei,sa ti se spuna ca a intrat profa ta la ei in clasa si sa nu faca diferenta dintre aia blonda care a intrat,profa de franceza roscata si profa de istorie.wtf.&lt;br /&gt;urasc tipii din camin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-340181869134368095?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/340181869134368095/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-6007514221489758346</id><published>2010-09-30T22:23:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T23:07:56.254+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Haaaa.</title><content type='html'>I-am facut vanatai lu' Fane!O sa-i schimb apelativul pe blog pana gasesc ceva.Desi cred ca ramane Fane.Fanel.Insensibil.Ejobs.Azi mi-or zis Fanica.Daca mi-ar fi zis Fani?Daca mi-o ziceau in gluma,ii pocneam.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt mandra ca i-am facut vanatai,e singura persoana pe care am reusit sa o lovesc destul de mult cat sa aiba vanatai XD Si a stat caalm ^^ Si are asa cate o vanataie pe fiecare manaaa.M a simt prea bine stiind ca i-am facut vanatai ca sa nu ma laud.&lt;br /&gt;See,paralelu' ar fi cazut la un moment,sau ar fi zis sa nu mai dau sau ceva.&lt;br /&gt;Am iesit *m-a scos* la tabla la mate.Si as fi stiut sa o fac..daca imi dadea o jumatate de ora.Imi ia mult sa ma concentrez.Poate am ADHD.Poate ca d'aia reusesc sa-l fac pe scutecel sa se linisteasca.ne leaga niste sinapse dereglate pe-acolo.&lt;br /&gt;Catalin a avut dreptate.&lt;br /&gt;Yey,tineam un paianjen veninos in curte si n-aveam idee.Are cruce pe spate.Si ma uitasem,pusesem mana pe spatele lui,aveam impresia ca erau doar niste linii.In poza se vede clar,lol.&lt;br /&gt;Boom boom boom.&lt;br /&gt;Am cosmote,aha,aha.&lt;br /&gt;Pensia mea in octombrie trebuie data pe casti si pe cablu de date.&lt;br /&gt;Si mai castig concursul de poezii si cumpar...nu stiu,multe XD&lt;br /&gt;La la la.&lt;br /&gt;N-am acuarele.&lt;br /&gt;Ce ciudat o sa fie sa-i spun profei ca nu-mi permit sa-mi cumpar acuarele XD&lt;br /&gt;But,asta e.Sa-mi cumpere ea daca vree' sa pictez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-6007514221489758346?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/6007514221489758346/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=6007514221489758346' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/6007514221489758346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/6007514221489758346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2010/09/haaaa.html' title='Haaaa.'/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-3154677609052980702</id><published>2010-09-28T23:06:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T23:17:36.157+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Daca te uiti ateeeeeeeent,sorinel *spanks* stefanel seamana cu so'ldat.in esenta.vreau si eu barba asa.ma refer,forma.nu vreau cioc XD dar soldat n'are cioc.&lt;br /&gt;mouuuche.&lt;br /&gt;azi m-am axat pe franceza si engleza.am scris frumos pe caiete,chiar cu bold,mi-am facut caiet separat de tema la engleza,ca niciodata,mi-am facut tema pentru maine.&lt;br /&gt;vreau sa vad daca pot sa traiesc cu asta.sa imi fac macar tot semestrul tema la engleza.&lt;br /&gt;afta.&lt;br /&gt;cum sa zici ca n-am arfe cand iti zic ca am o afta?&lt;br /&gt;ma inteleg bine cu stefanel.e normal ca postul asta sa fie si despre stefanel,despre nevasta-mea am facut zeci de posturi pana m-am saturat.dar inca pot sa le fac.&lt;br /&gt;so,e acceptabil.e un insensibil.asta a fost o faza tare.am putea sa-i spunem senzz."can we keep him,pleaase?"&lt;br /&gt;adica,boala mea cu pocnit.din moment ce mC n-a avut curajul sa stea cuminte cand i-am zis sa-i dau un pumn,m-am multumit cu paralescu si cu stefanel si mi se pare ca si lu  victor i-am dat cativa pumni.lu' alejandro nici nu tre' sa-i cer acceptul,he's to dumb to do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;stefanel a admis ca eu dau mai tare cu pumnu' decat nevasta-mea.era si normal.daca tot sunt mereu personajul masculin.si in plus,pe wife o doare mereu cand o pocnesc.hey,stefanel m-a lasat sa-l lovesc in coaste =3&lt;br /&gt;si acum plec&lt;br /&gt;paaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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emo.&lt;br /&gt;stefanel,sorin defapt,e celalalt coleg al meu care a venit vineri.e ok.mai ok decat alejandro.e un fel de ox mai acceptabil.dar ma enerveaza.&lt;br /&gt;si daca luni o sa imi spuna ca sunt emo,o sa il pocnesc,pentru ca nu pot sa vorbesc indeajuns de tare incat sa ii urlu in fata.el cand e racit simte *stergere de muci brb* asa.adica,stefanel o sa zbiere si o sa rada si o sa danseze cand o sa fie racit?eu sunt o persoana fericita,am zis.&lt;br /&gt;in drum spre casa am trecut pe langa padure,si au rasarit *muci* o gramada de ciori.ciori pasari.si cerul era negru...si mi-a venit sa plang dar nu am plans.eram impunatoare,mana de fier,alea alea,ma simteam naspa dar eu am zis nu plaang ._. plang cu nasul,oare?&lt;br /&gt;ma doare gatul si [asta apropo e o parte planuita in masina] nu pot s ainghit...si glandele mele salivare sunt harnice.ma simt inteligenta acum,ha.probabil ma inecam la dentist daca nu era destul de priceputa si de toleranta [e fix] incat sa lucreze cu sugativa aia XD&lt;br /&gt;e fix...vreau o imbratisare.am ziis.ugh T.T huuuug I said.&lt;br /&gt;I﻿ don' mind spending every day, out on your corner in the pouring raaaaaaaaain , look for the girl with a broken smileeeeee, ask her if she wants to stay a whileee and she willlllllllllllll be loveeeeeeeeeeeed, and she willllllllllllll be looooooooooooooooooooooooooooo­oooooooooved....imi aduce aminte de catalin,huh o.o &lt;br /&gt;and she wiiiiilllllll be loooooooooved....how long untill she will be?&lt;br /&gt;lunile mele ca ciresica,cele mai bune,sunt mai si iunie.si chiar merge.in lunile alea e soarele care incepe sa se razvrateasca,sa nu mai lase vantul sa cuprinda timpul,e plin de zambete si de fete care se roaga de astia inalti pentru o creanga de cirese.sau de ciresica cea nesimtita care fura crengi.&lt;br /&gt;inca sunt mica.sunt ridicol de mica pentru clasa 7a.ma refer,sunt un copil.plang ca un copil,gandesc ca un copil,iubesc ca un copil,zambesc si rad ca un copil.souriant.sau asa ceva.suras.stefanel e bun la franceza si ma enerveaza asta.e baiat.&lt;br /&gt;*partea aia tare de la maroon 5*and she wiiiiill...be looooooved.and she wiiiilll be looo=ooo=oooveed.T.T vreau un hug,am zis.&lt;br /&gt;ma intreb cum ar suna postul asta in franceza.imi place sa citesc texte din manualul de franceza si sa cred ca pronunt totul cum trebuie si sa cred ca imi inghit limba.ce idioti pot fi bobocii.cred ca pot face baza de MINE,care sunt de mai bine de 7 ani in vuia?'cause you see,mama ma lua cu ea cand eram mica.nu era femeie de servici care sa nu ma spoiasca de ruj X.x si eram mica si mancam multa ciocolata.&lt;br /&gt;am chef de desenat si sugativa aia de desen a stors din minte cheful ala.&lt;br /&gt;gatuu T.T&lt;br /&gt;strepsils.&lt;br /&gt;nasuu T.T&lt;br /&gt;servetelele astea put teribil de fericit.&lt;br /&gt;nu pot sa vad calumea.ma simt ca un catel cu paru' pe ochi,.dar eu ii am doar deschisi pe jumatate.vreau sa dorm,sunt obosita,si nu vreau sa dorm pentru ca nu pot sa respir si o sa ma trezesc cu o durere ingrozitoare de gat si probabil cu nasul foarte infundat.si o sa trebuiasca sa fac teme si sa invat.&lt;br /&gt;ce poate sa fie mai fericit?&lt;br /&gt;oh,stiu ce m-ar calma.&lt;br /&gt;ce-ar fi sa vina luni un tip pe care sa il cheme radu sau vlad,cu pleteee,cu ochi verzi,inalt,cat sa ajunga la cirese,si de treaba,fara sa se cace pe el si fara sa se considere cel mai culareanu?T.T&lt;br /&gt;uh.ma intreb daca exista ceva de genul care sa fie de varsta mea.&lt;br /&gt;bai,cica pot sa fiu bravo girl deja,sunt in clasa 7a.&lt;br /&gt;e cumnata-mea de vina,ea m-a corupt,ea mi-a dat niste reviste cu bg azi de citit si eu le-am ros si erau multe d'astea de a 7a.&lt;br /&gt;ma doare mana.&lt;br /&gt;loo-ooo=ooo oooh ved.&lt;br /&gt;ce grozavcegrozavcegrozav&lt;br /&gt;sa dau mana cu gogu daily.dar are doar 2-3 zile in care preda la noi.&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;sagetatorii,daca e sa o luam dupa numele lor,vor mereu sa reuseasca ceea ce &lt;s&gt; tintesc &lt;/s&gt; isi propun.&lt;br /&gt;eu nu sunt acaparata de zodiac,dar toti fac asta.i mean,pana si moartea madalinei manole e gandita si din perspectiva asta.cat de dobitoc sa fii?&lt;br /&gt;I mean...daca as fi baiat nu as gandi ca paralescu.&lt;br /&gt;si andra nu gandeste ca fratemeo.&lt;br /&gt;gim  nu gandeste ca adi sau ca marius.&lt;br /&gt;giulia nu gandeste ca larisa.nu,mint,ele gandesc la fel in esenta.&lt;br /&gt;o sa adorm pe buda presimt.&lt;br /&gt;booof.&lt;br /&gt;he was always there to help her...&lt;br /&gt;T.T huggles.&lt;br /&gt;vreau un urs mare mare mareeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hug.&lt;br /&gt;hug.&lt;br /&gt;huug.&lt;br /&gt;huug.&lt;br /&gt;huuug.&lt;br /&gt;huuug.&lt;br /&gt;a fost amuzant sa fac asta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-4481181286170553039?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/4481181286170553039/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=4481181286170553039' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/4481181286170553039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/4481181286170553039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2010/09/au.html' title='au.'/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-5539746851492508926</id><published>2010-09-22T21:30:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T21:31:36.628+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aceste patimi oarbe n-au norocul,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sa tina mult,ca pulberea,ca focul...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si da o gasesti si in luna noua.si ce?n-a scris-o ea.&lt;br /&gt;leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-5539746851492508926?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/5539746851492508926/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=5539746851492508926' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/5539746851492508926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/5539746851492508926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2010/09/aceste-patimi-oarbe-n-au-norocul-sa.html' title=''/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-5131851855091199907</id><published>2010-09-21T18:59:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T19:20:44.953+03:00</updated><title type='text'>mi-e dor de...</title><content type='html'>Mi-e dor de ce n-am avut.Si n-o sa am.Ceva ce n-o sa-ti spuna ele niciodata e ca mi-e dor de tine,pentru ca n-o sa iti pese,pentru ca e despre tine.Si pentru ca ele nu stiu.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-e dor de ultimele saptamani de clasa 6a asa de tare.&lt;br /&gt;Azi l-am vazut pe gogu.A fost ca si cum l-as fi intalnit pe mos craciun in persoana .__. Eram ceva de genul O doamne O doamne o doamne....si sunt destuld e sigura ca aveam un zambet cretin pe fata,si o expresie dubioasa,dar gogu a zambit si a dat mana cu noi ^___^&lt;br /&gt;Am si o profa de tehnologie cretina.Adica,are o fata care te ajuta sa razi.Si  normal ca radem.Suntem copii.Si rasul face bine la inima.Ih,cand ma gandesc ca suna stupid sa spun ca sunt copil in clasa 7a...Si apoi m-am uitat la ftm.Si bineinteles ca si ea radea!Ea oricum rade mai des ca mine in ultima vreme...Si se uita profa la noi "sefa de clasa?scrie-le pe amandoua." Adica,stiu ca fata mea cere o chestie de genul,dar totusi,e prima oraa.Cica sa facem impresie in prima ora.Apai prima ora o fost saptamana trecuta,si asta a venit cu 5 minute inainte sa se sune,vezi,trebuia sa isi aranjeze clasa la care e diriginta.&lt;br /&gt;De ce toti profii pun pe primul loc clasa la care sunt diriginti?Profa de romana intarzie sa  faca ordine la ea in clasa si jumatate din vorbele pe care le spune[si vorbeste foarte mult!!] sunt despre clasa ei.adica,am auzit "la ai mei sunt 30 minus unu' " atat de des incat as putea sa ii imit si tonul pe care il foloseste cand spune asta.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-era dor de astia de a 6a,ceea ce mi se pare ciudat.Imi place sa trag de ftm sa il vada pe pena,sa o sustin sa se holbeze la el,imi place sa ma doara gatul dupa fiecare pauza,imi place sa observ ca se uita boboacele la mine ca la felul 14,imi place sa zbier la astia de a 5a si sa ma prostesc,sa arat baietii cu plete cu degetul :3 baietii cu plete sunt grozaaavi.sunt asa dee...asa deee...wah.si face gropite cand zambeste.si are varfurile ondulate.si e asa de al naibii de draguti.uhm,cand o sa cresc mare.&lt;br /&gt;o sa trebuiasca sa ma straduiesc sa invat la tehnologie,pentru ca sunt orgolioasa si n-am de gand sa o las pe cretina aia sa faca ce vrea cu numele meu.adica stii,numele MEU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SoLXjt1tRic&gt; asta &lt;/a&gt; . de asta mi-e dor.am o vaga idee ca tu mi-ai dat link-ul asta.si pot sa ma adresez tie,chiar daca nu ma auzi,chiar daca stiu ca nu citesti...&lt;br /&gt;pentru ca am voie sa fac asta.&lt;br /&gt;sper ca observa cineva ca nu am folosit nici macar un randulet de engleza.si m-am chinuit mult la asta.dar dar dar...&lt;br /&gt;mi-am dat seama de ce nu dansam.pentru ca gandeam XD adica,ma gandeam cum arat in momentul ala si daca imi rup mana si chestii.care ar fi fost ideea?asa m,-am distrat.am facut MULTE poze,si am zambit,si i-am demonstrat ei ca n-are de ce sa-mi spuna emonica,pentru ca eu sunt o persoana fericita.&lt;br /&gt;sunt fericita,ma atasez repede de oameni,sunt melancolica,regret des lucrurile pe care puteam sa le fac si nu le-am facut,nu m-am indragostit niciodata de cineva,nu ma pricep la stiinte exacte,as putea sa trec cel putin la liceu,plang des,sunt orgolioasa,incapatanata,geloasa,imi place hip-hopul,rockul,mi se spune rockerita emonista punkista [idioti.] nebuna cherry ciudatica stefi fef stefania cand e nevasta-mea nervoasa,imi iubesc colegii mult mult mult mult[da,sunt iubareata] si nu am pic de tupeu,dar cand vreau cu adevarat sa fac ceva iau o gura mare de aer,spun sau fac ce am de facut si apoi fug gandindu-ma la cat de mare a fost prostia pe care tocmai am facut-o.a,si tip mult.&lt;br /&gt;asta sunt eu :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-5131851855091199907?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/5131851855091199907/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=5131851855091199907' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/5131851855091199907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/5131851855091199907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2010/09/mi-e-dor-de.html' title='mi-e dor de...'/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-5363959704285774540</id><published>2010-09-17T22:29:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T22:29:42.582+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am zis ca nu ma las.Am zis ca tre' s-o fac.&lt;br /&gt;Fugind printre blocuri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Deschid ochii,dar inca e intuneric.Nu pricep cum am ajuns aici.Sunt langa oameni,persoane care au vise,impliniri,sentimente,la fel ca mine,dar nu ma simt ca si cum ma ajuta.In fata mea,ca o flacara usoara ce lumineaza,imi apare locul cunoscut de aproape cincisprezece ani:un teren gol,pamant ce ma cheama si rasetele ce se aud stinse din departare.Pasesc cu grija pe sarma de care imi atarn visele cand ma trezesc din melancolie,dar echilibrul meu se schimba usor,ma trage mai aproape de pamant.&lt;br /&gt;            De ce fac oamenii echilibristica pe sarma toata viata?Poate ca prefera sa ramana cu visele lor in buzunar,ca la sfarsit sa isi poata spune ca totul a fost…imperfect.Asta e ideea.E magic sa fii imperfect.La urma urmei,nici fulgii de zapada care se ingramadesc sa acopere visele nu sunt perfecti,nici florile de gheata de la ferestrele blocurilor nu sunt.Sub sarma sunt oamenii ce n-au vrut sa cunoasca imperfectul.Visele lor fug de fiecare data,ii cheama usor,ii ademenesc spre sarma,dar perfectiunea e tot ce viseaza  acei oameni,si visele dispar iar si iar din calea lor.fugind printre blocurile de un gri spalat ce ii ascunde pe cei ce nu pot visa cu-adevarat,caci imperfectiunea lor le da puterea de a trece prin peisajul in alb negru in care ma pierd si eu de-atatea ori.&lt;br /&gt;         Sub pasii mei,sarma pare mai fragila ca niciodata.Tremura la fiecare miscare,gata sa se rupa si sa ma lase sa cad pe pamantul ce ma cheama neincetat,ispititor.Atarnate de ea stau si visele mele,pe care le ridic usor,incercand sa le fac una cu mine insumi.&lt;br /&gt;         De jos,de pe pamant,oamenii striga iar si iar,pamantul ii trage spre el lacom,dar ei continua sa se gandeasca la perfectiunea lor.Cand un altul cade de pe sarma,il privesc,scarbiti,si continua viata lor,secundele pe care le risipesc,lasand in urma doar semnele pasilor.Fug prin viata rapid,se urca iar si iar pe blocurile cladite de cei care au reusit sa treaca pe sarma fragila,facand din viata un lucru mai bun,si incearca sa isi cladeasca si ei propriul lor bloc.Dar fiindca echilibrul lor nu exista,se pierd intre etajele nenumarate ale blocurilor,iar cand ajung pe acoperis,incercand sa paseasca pe o sarma doar a lor,un pas gresit,si pamantul ii inghite cu sila,incercand sa ramana nepasator in fata egoismului lor.&lt;br /&gt;           Oare cati oameni a inghiti pamantul?Cati inca isi mai jelesc soarta sub el,realizand de-abia acum ca echilibrul trebuie invatat,ca trebuie sa continui sa visezi si sa iti accepti imperfectiunile,reusind sa ajungi la capatul sarmei?Cati oameni va mai inghiti pamantul pana cand acestia isi vor da seama ca un vis este  ancora pe care o poti arunca atunci cand simti ca esti luat de vant,purtat in locuri pe care nu le cunosti?Cati dintre ei vor reusi sa isi dea seama ca undeva,la mijlocul sarmei,aceasta poate ceda,dar trebuie sa continui sa visezi,sa iti imaginezi ca totul merge cum trebuie indiferent de durerile pe care le ai atunci cand sarma te zgarie si te loveste?Cand ajungi la capatul ei…intelegi totul.Iti dai seama ca in urma ta,oricat de convins ai fi ca te va inghiti pamantul,lasi un bloc cladit din visele ce te-au ajutat sa plutesti deasupra sarmei.Un bloc ce va ascunde alte suflete fugare care,speriate,nu au avut puterea de a urca pe propriile lor sarme,si astfel,se ascund in amintirile tale,crezand ca pot sa traiasca asa.&lt;br /&gt;             Eu…eu nu vreau decat sa imi urmez visele.Inchid ochii si sufletul meu ramane cu ele,nu mai aude nici strigatele jeluite ale oamenilor de jos,ci isi urmeaza calea,pasind pe sarma,cautand o modalitate de a cladi ceva nou.&lt;br /&gt;               Chiar daca oamenii de jos pasesc pe pamant,fara grija ca vor cadea in orice moment,chiar daca se pot minti ca viata lor merge perfect,stiu ca noi,cei care mergem pe sarma,avem ceva ce ei nu vor avea niciodata:vise pe care le putem urma,ignorand visele ce s-au spulberat pe pamant.&lt;br /&gt;               Zambesc amar,in timp ce in jurul meu,alte sarme vibreaza usor.Langa mine,pe sarma din dreapta,doi indragostiti se tin in brate.Merg impreuna pe sarma,cladindu-si impreuna vise,sperante noi,sfidand sarma cu iubirea lor.El o priveste in ochi,incercand sa ii atraga atentia,stiind ca ea va privi in jos in cele din urma.Dar ea,la fel ca el,stie ca iubirea lor ii va tine pe sarma.Stiu ca in urma lor au fost si altii,ca n-au crezut in visele lor ce le sopteau cuvinte nemaiauzite despre iubire,si astfel,au cazut.Dar totusi,nu i-a inghitit pamantul.Au inceput sa creada in tot si toate.Stiau ca desi nu sarma lor se rupsese,puteau inca sa mearga.&lt;br /&gt;             In stanga,un chip luminos face primii pasi de unul singur.Durerea i-a fost ascunsa rapid cand a vazut cum sarma ii arunca pe cei ce il creasera in pamantul.Dar intelesese ca el trebuia sa fie mai bun de atat.Ii vazuse pe cei ce renuntasera sa creada cum isi pierd vietile pe langa blocuri,ii vazuse cum rad cand inca un om e inghitit de pamant,cum il numesc in sila “grasan lacom”.Oare ei nu stiau ca el insusi e scarbit de ce inghite?Oare stiu ca intr-o zi,acesta se va satura sa puna punct minciunilor ce le cred cu tarie cei de pe pamant,si va inceta sa ii inghita,lasandu-i sa vagabonteasca printre blocuri in cautarea unei modalitati prin care sa isi incheie viata mizerabila?&lt;br /&gt;                 De cate  ori cad lacrimi pe sarma pe care pasesc,si ea se clatina,amenintandu-ma.Imi aminteste iar si iar ca am reusit sa gasesc un echilibru,ca trebuie sa pretuiesc visele pe care le am si sa continui sa sper la propriul meu bloc cladit.&lt;br /&gt;             Dar daca intr-un final,am sa cad?Nu imi ramane decat sa sper ca in urma mea,pe sarma va merge cineva demn de ea,ce imi va citi visele si va prinde mai multa putere.Merg usor pe sarma,desenand in aer toate visele ce imi zboara prin minte.Trecutul picura usor pe pamant sangeriu,cu stropi mari ce se grabesc sa se adanceasca in pamant.Ma uit in jos dupa ele,dar nu ma doare.In schimb,oamenii continua sa tipe de jos,caci sangele impartaseste povestea mea,iar ei continua sa incerce sa ma doboare.De ce nu incearca sa urce si ei?Poate pentru ca pare mai usor sa aduca pe altcineva jos decat sa isi gaseasca ei echilibru?&lt;br /&gt;         Nu mint,talpile mele au indurat prea mult suferinta,placerea cu care sarma ma chinuia,punandu-mi la indoiala credinta pe care o aveam ca voi reusi.Nu pot decat sa impartasesc pe foi visele mele.Atunci cand o fac,oamenii de jos rad iar si iar,caci nu ma cred,dar mie nu imi ramane decat sa le impartasesc visele,aratandu-le tot ceea ce pierd.&lt;br /&gt;            Imi arunc foile in aer,ii privesc cum,fugind printre blocuri,incercand sa prinda visele mele si sa traiasca din amintirile altcuiva,se uita cu jind cum acestea se ridica la cer,sus,cat mai sus,astfel incat blocul pe care il voi construie eu va atinge norii.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-5363959704285774540?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/5363959704285774540/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=5363959704285774540' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/5363959704285774540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/5363959704285774540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2010/09/am-zis-ca-nu-ma-las.html' title=''/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-6556203286193739888</id><published>2010-09-17T17:33:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T18:12:55.852+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jules</title><content type='html'>Vroiam sa-i dedic &lt;a href=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jb2stN7kH28&amp;feature=channel&gt; asta &lt;/a&gt; de ceva timp lu' Jules.Looku' lu' Taylor de la inceput imi aduce aminte de ea XD Hei Juules,sper ca pana la sfarsitul clasei a 7a o sa poti sa intelegi tot cnatecul asta xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine merg la palatul copiilor si apoi la ziua lu' polly n-am zis.&lt;br /&gt;Am un eseu de facut,mi-a placut tema mult cand am auzit,am zis ca merg,si nu pot sa imi pun ideile pe...word.V.V God Dammit.N-o sa las asta sa se intample.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trebuieee.trebuie.&lt;br /&gt;Munca.Haave to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-6556203286193739888?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/6556203286193739888/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=6556203286193739888' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/6556203286193739888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/6556203286193739888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2010/09/jules.html' title='Jules'/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-7514214769616958912</id><published>2010-09-17T15:26:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T15:51:36.931+03:00</updated><title type='text'>punct virgula</title><content type='html'>BOOBOOBOOM.&lt;br /&gt;Profa noua de deseeen suge.&lt;br /&gt;Am un succes la gasirea profesoarelor de desen....&lt;br /&gt;Evident,niciuna nu ma simpatizeaza.&lt;br /&gt;Nu ma deranjeaza asta.&lt;br /&gt;Imi place faptul ca se enerveaza pe mine si apoi se enerveaza ca nu mai comunica nimeni cu ele ^_^&lt;br /&gt;Eating watermeloons?&lt;br /&gt;Rosuuu!&lt;br /&gt;Nu ma deranjeaza faptul ca nu ma suportati.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about anything as long as it's about me ^_^&lt;br /&gt;What was the problem with me?&lt;br /&gt;To be honest,right now I'm feeling awesome.&lt;br /&gt;O sa-mi ia ceva timp sa ma obisnuiesc cu faptul ca ma simt asa bine.&lt;br /&gt;Chiar nu imi pasaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;Ii iubesc pe ai mei si atat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNGHII ALBASTRE.&lt;br /&gt;Era un film cu o sirena cretina si i se schimba culoarea unghiilor in functie de stare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0429591/&gt; here &lt;/a&gt;.Mi-a placut filmul asta.Era girly.Si dragut.Teenage dreams.&lt;br /&gt;N-am dispozitie de party dar merg pentru ca e vorba de ea si e cu ei si o sa ma distrez.nu...?&lt;br /&gt;sarisarisari!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napoleon Bonaparte era asa de tare incat dupa zeci de ani i-a fost inchinata o prajiturica numita dupa el.Acesta se urca pe cal fara frica,scarbit de sangele ce cadea pe trupul musculos al calului,pregatind sabia pentru o baie de sangee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce sa-i fac daca nu mai stiam nimicaa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu e vina mea.E vina lor.Eu sunt grozavaaaa.:))&lt;br /&gt;Eu sunt feeef.Ma enerveaza sa mi se spuna fef.Macar imi zice doar bibi asa.Bibi l-a lovit pe Bombonel V.V :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bratari.petrecere.nu vreau sa dansez.la la laaa..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-7514214769616958912?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/7514214769616958912/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=7514214769616958912' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/7514214769616958912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/7514214769616958912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2010/09/punct-virgula.html' title='punct virgula'/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-7135200700760734750</id><published>2010-09-14T21:41:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T21:42:07.929+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mama zambesteeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-7135200700760734750?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/7135200700760734750/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=7135200700760734750' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/7135200700760734750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/7135200700760734750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2010/09/mama-zambesteeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921779294888822095.post-3504383385288984587</id><published>2010-09-14T16:48:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T17:01:26.986+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Scoala.Banalisme.Becalisme.Matildalismee.</title><content type='html'>SCOALA.A 7A.&lt;br /&gt;CE CUL MA SIMT,AM DEJA DOUA CLASE MAI MICI CA MINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deci e asa.&lt;br /&gt;Tipuuu' cel noooou.&lt;br /&gt;Nu-i cine stie ce.&lt;br /&gt;Not good at jokes.&lt;br /&gt;Eu inca sunt clownu' clasei,dar imi place sa-i fac sa rada.&lt;br /&gt;Il cheama Alexandru.Ma rog am mai zis asta.&lt;br /&gt;Dar e ceva de genu' "hei alex?" fetemelista: da? "nu tu ma,alalaltu"[cate l-uri]&lt;br /&gt;Si tipu' n-are nicio porecla.Adica,niciuna.&lt;br /&gt;Si astea de a 5a sunt asa de happy si inca ii mai zic lu' tedi "ala de la a 5a".Si lu paralescu la fel,si lu' ox la fel,si lu' pena la fel.30 de puncte pentru cine ghiceste cine-i ox.&lt;br /&gt;Am jucat adevar sau provocare azi.Si fete filem sau baieti.Numai eu organizez zilele de jocuri d'astea,ei is mai mult cu blablablauri poze "swprr h@wwt syys".defapt nu mai avem pe nimeni asa in clasa.ceea ce ma bucura.cum sa cresti pitipoanca daca ma ai pe mine pe cap?&lt;br /&gt;Am vorbit cu draghici cat de cat.Nu e...asa de rea.La prima vedere.Imi place cum gandeste,desi e prea mandra de ea insasi chiar daca n-a facut mare lucru,si se lauda prea mult cu chestii nepotrivite.Discutam politica scolii.Somehow,nu imi placea pentru ca inca ma consider plod si nu mai am chef de uite ce face ala si celalalt nu face ce trebuie.On the other side,mi-am putut exprima punctul de vedere,m-a auzit,s-a holbat la mine dupa ce am vorbit si a continuat sa vorbeasc acu mine.Eu ma fataiam pe-acolo,ftm dormea in spatele meu,o acopeream,colegialitate.&lt;br /&gt;Azi si-au luat si ei manualele."Aia e mai noua!" "Care faci schimb cu una calumea de civicaa?" si chestii.My life'd be like ooh aah =]]&lt;br /&gt;Laa,laa,laa...&lt;br /&gt;Paralescu s-a schimbat.Velici s-a schimbat.Pena arata mai bine ca anu' trecut.E feminin,da?Adica nu feminin,specific fetelor,sa comenteze lookul baietilor.Presupun ca e bine.Tedi a ramas..tedi.Cred ca a mai crescut.Si nu mai e asa hippie happy tot timpul.Am observat ca ma deranjeaza fericirea altora.I was like 'tipele de a 5a o sa fie dragute dupa ce o sa li se stearga ranjetele alea de pe fata,daca nu cresc pitzi'.Ma-ntreb care o sa fie pasionata de x si y de la a 6a.Noi suntem vaduve deja intr-a 7a.Nu,era vorba de faptul ca daca n-am avut am avut intr-o viata anterioara,si devi persoana respectiva e acum moarta.Simteam nevoia sa fac un post lung.&lt;br /&gt;Ma golesc acum.Ce ma nemultumeste si trealala,ca sa-mi pastrez buna dispozitia pentru maine.&lt;br /&gt;Trebuie sa-i dau add lu' ba[ba e alexandru,pentru ca asa zic eu],dar mi-e o lene dubioasa.Adica aveam cumva impresia ca ar fi stupid.Nu ma intereseaza,to be honest,el colaboreaza cu darius,noi ramanem..fetele.Desi eu o sa continui sa ma cert cu ei pana la adanci batraneti,imi place sa fac asta.Dar trebuie s ail am si pe ba in lista ca sa am toti colegii in lista si sa facem conferinte si sa ne certam care spune primul ce trebuie.&lt;br /&gt;Anda calugareanu...pl!adica pentru lume.Ar fi stupid sa spun despre una dintre cele mai bune cantarete romanesti ca e "for the world",pentru ca e romanesc.ROM.Orice om,de orice nationalitate,fie el si ungur,ar iubi batonul de rom.Tanti zizi nu mai aduce fagaras mic,aduce doar fagaras mare,si ala e mai scump.Ar trebui sa transform blogul asta in "confesiunile fetei plangacioasa de a 7a"Fata,da,am zis fata,n-o sa zic domnisoara or shit.Asta pana ma obisnuiesc cu scoala.Re..obisnuiesc.Am doua ore consecutive de matematica joia.Uff.Dar macar vinerea si martea am zile fara amtematica.Am si zis inainte sa inceapa scoala ca daca tot ziua mea cade vinerea,ar trebui sa fie ziua mea fara mate.Asa a cazut si anul trecut.Dar tot l-am asteptat pe gogu in fata cancelariei cand am venit cu bomboane.Ce mandra m-am simtit cand a dat mana cu mine XDD Mi-e dor de gogu T.T Dar cica inca mai are ore.Mi-e dor de Gogu.GOGU GOGU GOGU!Ih.&lt;br /&gt;Fix.Mi-e dor de goguuu.Ma iubeste nevasta.Si iris ma iubeste,in felul ei cretin.Eu imi iubesc toata clasa pentru ca sunt ai mei si sunt awesome asa jerkie.New jerkie.Asta o sa scriu pe usa noastra.Tot in clasa noastra stam.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca n-o sa citeasca nimeni inafara de mine tot postul asta,dar inca il scriu.&lt;br /&gt;Ma-ntreb daca gogu are si yahoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921779294888822095-3504383385288984587?l=ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/feeds/3504383385288984587/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921779294888822095&amp;postID=3504383385288984587' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/3504383385288984587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921779294888822095/posts/default/3504383385288984587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciresicablogareste.blogspot.com/2010/09/scoalabanalismebecalismematildalismee.html' title='Scoala.Banalisme.Becalisme.Matildalismee.'/><author><name>with cherries on top</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546963695936865636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S0bkdRLvLG0/S_1NQFDrI5I/AAAAAAAAABE/R1pfARhV0JY/S220/DSC00078.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
