<?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-6577177716589063087</id><updated>2012-01-22T22:28:21.017+02:00</updated><category term='Depresia toamna-iarna.'/><category term='United states of me.'/><category term='All about me.'/><title type='text'>Wicked</title><subtitle type='html'>When all the lights go out</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-5044497958384361222</id><published>2011-05-04T15:45:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T15:45:38.356+03:00</updated><title type='text'>But things just get so crazy, living life gets hard to do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Nu-mi place sa ma gandesc la ce simt, la problemele pe care le am, la lucruri pe care le-am facut si le regret. Mi se pare groaznic sa fii chinuit de asemenea ganduri, pentru ca odata ce ti-a intrat ideea in cap, nu mai poti scapa de ea. De asta am momente cand nu suport sa fiu singura, iar atunci cand sunt, imi umplu timpul cu altceva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Am ajuns in faza in care am facut atatea lucruri pe care poate nu trebuia sa le fac si am acordat atat de putina atentie lucrurilor importante, incat mi-e frica de momentul in care va trebui sa-mi fac ordine in viata si sa le analizez pe toate. Sa vad cat am gresit, ce-am facut bine si sa vad la ce nivel sunt. Totusi, aman momentul cat pot de mult. Da, fug de probleme si de trecut si de toate. Nu-mi pasa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Nu ma mai gandesc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-5044497958384361222?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/5044497958384361222/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2011/05/but-things-just-get-so-crazy-living.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/5044497958384361222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/5044497958384361222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2011/05/but-things-just-get-so-crazy-living.html' title='But things just get so crazy, living life gets hard to do.'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-4974809582327945048</id><published>2011-02-09T14:35:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T14:46:48.919+02:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Stii sentimentul ala cand te trezesti si esti incalzit de soare si afara e vara si stii ca poti sa pierzi vremea pentru ca se intuneca tarziu si ai tot timpul din lume sa faci ce vrei fara sa-ti pese de nimic ? Cand e cald si bate usor vantul, cand e prea cald si te arunci in apa, senzatia pe care o ai cand corpul tau fierbinte intra in  contact cu apa rece. Cand poti sa nu dormi cu noptile pentru ca e vara si nu ai treaba si poti sa dormi si ziua. Ce simti cand ajungi la mare, bucuria pe care nu o poti exprima si ai impresia ca te va coplesi daca nu intri in apa. Zgomotul pe care il face gheata cand o zdrobesti intre dinti. Ochelarii de soare si pantalonii scurti. Terasele pline de lume. Parcurile de distractii. Cand incepe o ploaie scurta si toata lumea e fericita.&lt;br /&gt;Toate astea le simt eu in legatura cu tine. Tu esti vara mea.&lt;br /&gt;Si cand vine, imi doresc sa treaca cat mai repede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-4974809582327945048?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/4974809582327945048/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/4974809582327945048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/4974809582327945048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-1655473998987580579</id><published>2010-11-25T19:28:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T14:35:16.847+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*The only way for a girl to get over a guy is to get under another one.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incerc cu disperare sa ma desprind de tine, dar nu pot. Nu stiu, poate e o obsesie, dar in mod sigur imi face rau. Imi fac singura rau ca ma gandesc tot timpul la tine, dar nu e vina mea ca foarte multe lucruri imi aduc aminte de tine. Problema e ca nu stiu cum sa te uit si ar cam fi cazu. Daca poti sa-mi dai niste sugestii, gen cum m-ai uitat tu pe mine, ar fi perfect.&lt;br /&gt;De ce te caut in toti baietii, nu inteleg. Ma duc dupa toti cei care seamana cu tine si plec dezamagita cand imi dau seama ca ei nu sunt tu si asta e tot ce vreau eu. Te vreau pe tine, pentru ca nu te pot avea. Si as vrea sa te am indeajuns de mult incat sa nu te mai vreau, pentru ca mi-e prea teama sa te pierd din nou. In cazul in care te-as mai avea.&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu, pur si simplu nu pot sa ma opresc din visat si-mi fac non stop scenarii in cap. Scenarii care se schimba de la o zi la alta si ma gandesc atat de mult la ele incat incep sa cred ca sunt reale. Sunt nebuna ? Nu cred, am vazut altii mai obsedati ca mine.&lt;br /&gt;Uneori ma intreb daca te prinzi ca e vorba despre tine, daca scrie pe fata mea ce simt. Pentru ca asa mi se pare. Dar mi s-a mai parut si dupa ce am trecut peste o anumita perioada si am rememorat toate actiunile, convorbirile noastre si cum am reactionat eu atunci, sau ce-am spus, mi-am dat seama ca putea sa fie vorba despre orcine alt cineva. Si, pe langa asta, voi baietii n-aveti nicio treaba cu intuitia sau subtilitatea fetelor. Unii baieti sunt atat de aiuriti incat poti sa le zici in fata ca ii placi si tot n-ar reactiona.&lt;br /&gt;Ceea ce incerc sa spun este ca astept cu nerabdare momentul acela cand imi voi da seama c-am trecut peste tine, cum am trecut peste atatia.&lt;br /&gt;In rest, numai de bine ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-1655473998987580579?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/1655473998987580579/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/11/untitled.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/1655473998987580579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/1655473998987580579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/11/untitled.html' title='Untitled.'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-7098578342462920415</id><published>2010-11-18T15:41:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T16:10:16.636+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Money should be enough.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ma intreb daca o sa-mi fie vreodata ceva de ajuns. Sau in general, vreunei femei. Eu una nu sunt multumita absolut niciodata pe plan sentimental. Tot timpul e ceva gresit, ba e prea putin, ba e prea mult. Si stiu ca asa-i viata si ca altfel m-as plictisi de ea, dar dureaza de prea mult timp si devine enervant. E dureros si inutil.&lt;br /&gt;Dar banii ? Sentimentul acela cand iti cumperi ceva si parca ti se mareste inima, parca ti se incalzeste sufletul. Nu stiu cum sa explic. Ca atunci cand te indragostesti. Dar banii nu au dezamagit niciodata pe nimeni (in afara de cei care i-au pierdut.). Nu e ca si cum te-ai putea trezi dimineata si banii sa-ti zica 'nu mai esti la fel ca la inceput, nu mai exista sentimente, te parasesc !'. Daca ai grija de ei, banii au grija de tine. Iar asta nu merge cu toate persoanele.&lt;br /&gt;Nu vreau sa par superficiala, dar parca mai toate persoanele din juru meu si-au pierdut capacitatea de a iubi. Sau poate ar trebui sa spun 'de a MA iubi'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poate femeile sunt facute sa sufere din dragoste. Toata viata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-as dori sa am un robot caruia sa-i spun tot ce vreau sa spun. Un robot care sa nu fie suparat pe mine niciodata, un robot pe care sa nu-l epuizez cu toate problemele mele. Un robot care sa-mi zica atunci cand gresesc, dar intr-un mod dragut. Un robot de care nu mi-ar fi teama ca m-ar barfi pe la spate. Un robot care sa ma asculte tot timpul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-7098578342462920415?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/7098578342462920415/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/11/money-should-be-enough.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/7098578342462920415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/7098578342462920415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/11/money-should-be-enough.html' title='Money should be enough.'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-4429125431388093360</id><published>2010-11-08T20:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T20:05:13.630+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vine ziua mea si nimic din ce-mi doresc cu adevarat nu pot primi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-4429125431388093360?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/4429125431388093360/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/11/vine-ziua-mea-si-nimic-din-ce-mi-doresc.html#comment-form' title='8 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/4429125431388093360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/4429125431388093360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/11/vine-ziua-mea-si-nimic-din-ce-mi-doresc.html' title=''/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-7911797509111544666</id><published>2010-09-23T18:24:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T19:42:00.632+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Prietena ta cea mai buna e curva, tu ce-astepti ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Am doua intrebari:&lt;br /&gt;1. Fetelor le place sa fie stiute drept curve ?&lt;br /&gt;si 2. Baietii sunt mai atrasi de tipele care sunt stiute drept curve ?&lt;br /&gt;Si nu ma refer doar fizic, ci si psihic. Sunt tipii mai interesati de o relatie cu o asemenea tipa ? Sau ma rog, poate ar trebui sa ma intreb daca mai e vreun tip interesat de o relatie, dar asta e alta poveste.&lt;br /&gt;Revenind. Nu stiu cum sunt alte tipe, dar mie una nu mi-ar placea sa stie tot cartieru ce si cu cine am facut eu candva si nu inteleg de ce ar vrea cineva asta. Adica nu mi se pare c-ai fi privita intr-o lumina mai buna, iar in afara ca tipii ar vrea sa te futa (doar pt ca stiu ca n-o sa-i refuzi), am impresia c-o sa-si faca o parere foarte proasta despre tine ca persoana. Si pur si simplu, ce fac eu cu viata mea intima nu e problema celor din jur, in afara situatiei in care priveste pe cineva in mod direct. Si nici atunci n-ai dreptul sa dai anunt in ziar. Daca e ceva ce vreau sa se stie despre mine, pot s-o spun si singura, ca de aia am gura. Fara nicio aluzie sexuala.&lt;br /&gt;Si sa nu ma intelegeti gresit, nu consider ca esti curva decat in momentul in care faci diverse lucruri cu diversi tipi si apoi te duci si povestesti in gura mare ce i-ai facut tu lu ala si ce ti-a facut ala tie, ca poate asa te baga si pe tine cineva in seama.&lt;br /&gt;Asa ca reveniti-va, maturizati-va si voi un pic si ganditi-va si la altceva. Ca viata nu e roz si  intr-o zi o sa vi-o luati naspa in freza pentru ceva ce-ati zis sau ati facut. Si nici mami, nici tati si cu atat mai putin iubi (unul dintre) n-o sa fie langa voi sa va ajute la greu. Pentru ca iubi va vede doar ca pe o tarfa, nu insemnati nimic pt el, iar mami si tati probabil n-o sa fie interesati. Pentru ca eu nu-mi dau seama cum niste parinti normali v-ar lasa sa faceti ce faceti voi. Vorba aia, mama ta stie ce faci tu ?&lt;br /&gt;N-o sa fiti intretinute toata viata. Si chiar daca ati fi, voua nu v-ar placea sa aveti si alta realizare in afara de 'mi-am pus extensii inaintea aleia', 'unghiile mele false sunt mai tari ca ale tale' si 100000 de poze de la 1000000 de petreceri ? Adica nu stiu, poate am eu o impresie gresita despre voi, dar tare mi-e ca n-o sa faceti nimic in viata.&lt;br /&gt;Si toate certurile astea... N-o sa inteleg niciodata cum puteti sa va certati dintr-un cacat si-n doua secunde va barfiti una pe alta, pentru ca apoi sa va injurati in vazul lumii. Sau pe facebook. Depinde. Ceea ce, din punctul meu de vedere, e o maaare prostie. In primul rand daca ai fost prieten cu cineva e cam naspa sa-i arunci cu toate in fata si sa mai si vada toata lumea. Ce te faci daca vreti sa va impacati dupa aia ? Ma rog, in al doilea rand, nu mai suntem in clasa a 6-a sa va injurati ca la usa cortului (desi eu intr-a 6-a nu stiam sa injur cum am vazut la unele persoane), chiar nu puteti sa purtati o discutie normala si eventual decenta ? Sunteti din mahala ? Si in absolut fiecare cearta, nu conteaza cine cu cine se cearta, exista fraza 'Tu nu te compari cu mine, n-ai ajuns inca la nivelul meu'. Jur ca e sablonul pe care-l intalnesti in orice cearta. Si stau si eu si ma gandesc ca daca ati fi ajuns la 'un nivel' asa important, nu va faceati in halu asta un fost prieten, sau prietena, ati prins ideea.&lt;br /&gt;In concluzie, stiu ca mi-am racit gura degeaba, dar din cand in cand mai trebuie sa zica cineva asta. Va puuuupi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-7911797509111544666?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/7911797509111544666/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/09/prietena-ta-cea-mai-buna-e-curva-tu-ce.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/7911797509111544666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/7911797509111544666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/09/prietena-ta-cea-mai-buna-e-curva-tu-ce.html' title='Prietena ta cea mai buna e curva, tu ce-astepti ?'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-5498733435906535133</id><published>2010-09-18T00:12:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T00:29:05.479+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cam asa</title><content type='html'>S-a rezolvat pe naiba. Se prabuseste iar tot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-5498733435906535133?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/5498733435906535133/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/09/cam-asa.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/5498733435906535133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/5498733435906535133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/09/cam-asa.html' title='Cam asa'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-8751095979872023067</id><published>2010-09-08T13:23:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T13:23:53.169+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ca sa vezi.</title><content type='html'>Totul a revenit la normal, poate chiar mai bine decat ma asteptam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-8751095979872023067?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/8751095979872023067/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/09/ca-sa-vezi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/8751095979872023067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/8751095979872023067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/09/ca-sa-vezi.html' title='Ca sa vezi.'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-2268258729707804666</id><published>2010-09-02T02:33:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T03:05:12.736+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='United states of me.'/><title type='text'>Liquid dreams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Stai acolo si te gandesti la toamna. Te intrebi daca o sa fie la fel ca toamna trecuta. Daca ar fi, asta inseamna ca si iarna va fi ca iarna trecuta, iar tu le spui tuturor  ca nu vrei 'ca anul asta sa fie ca anu trecut, pentru ca a fost ingrozitor'. Dar iti doresti asta, nu-i asa ? Vrei sa fie la fel, ca tu sa poti schimba greselile pe care le-ai facut atunci. Iar de la asta, gandul te duce departe, dar tu vrei sa ramai ancorat in prezent, asa ca lasi sa-ti scape telefonul din mana ca sa te dezmeticesti. Apoi incepi sa te gandesti din nou la toamna. Te intrebi de ce toti prietenii tai au pe facebook "wake me up when september ends" sau pur si simplu lucruri legate de toamna. Chiar cred ca sunt singurii care s-au gandit la asta ?Ei bine, nu ! Ar trebui sa afle ca toti va ganditi la aceleasi lucruri in anumite momente. E ceea ce se cheama un cliseu. Si acum gandesti ca urasti cliseele, dar realizezi ca si asta e un cliseu. Nu conteaza, oricum nu te-a auzit nimeni. Nimeni nu stie ce se intampla in mintea ta si asta e reconfortant. Ma rog, in anumite situatii ai vrea ca lumea sa stie ce e in capul tau, ca tu sa nu mai fii nevoit s-o spui. E ca atunci cand minti si vrei ca cineva sa se prinda ca tu minti. Ei sa creada ca tu minti prost, dar de fapt tu i-ai lasat sa te prinda cu minciuna. Si vrei sa afle asta, vrei sa stie ca i-ai mintit ca i-ai lasat sa se prinda. Dar prea putini afla, iar restul raman cu ideea ca ei sunt incredibil de buni la citit oamenii, iar tu pur si simplu nu stii sa minti.&lt;br /&gt;Te trezesti iar, de data asta pentru ca ai deschis televizorul fara sa-ti dai seama. Ti-a intrat in sistem, nu ? Vii acasa, te descalti, pana ajungi in dormitor esti deja semi-dezbracat, deschizi televizorul, arunci hainele la murdare, te intorci pe hol sa stingi lumina, intri in baie sa te speli pe maine, te intorci a doua oara in hol sa-ti iei papucii, te duci in dormitor, deschizi calculatorul. Zi de zi, in fiecare zi. Ar trebui sa schimbi ceva. Poate esti nevrotic de ai toate tabieturile astea. Dar ma rog, la fel de bine ai putea sa ai cancer, asa ca n-ar mai trebui sa te gandesti la asta.&lt;br /&gt;Ai sezantia ca trebuia sa faci ceva, sau sa te gandesti la ceva, dar nu mai stii exact ce era. Ca atunci cand intri intr-o camera si stii ca te-ai dus acolo cu un scop, dar habar n-ai care e ala. Te intorci unde erai si abia apoi iti aduci aminte.&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca o iei razna, prietene. E prea multa galagie la tine in cap. Ar trebui sa ai incredere in mine, iti amintesti ? Dar tu nu. Continui cu treaba ta si incerci sa ascunzi lucruri de mine, de parca ai putea. Iti amintesti ca eu stiu tot ce misca pe aici ?&lt;br /&gt;Deci, revenind. Te gandeai la toamna. O sa-ti placa sau nu ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-2268258729707804666?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/2268258729707804666/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/09/liquid-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/2268258729707804666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/2268258729707804666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/09/liquid-dreams.html' title='Liquid dreams.'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-7877543706985829529</id><published>2010-08-18T23:24:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T23:29:14.423+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Grits.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nu e nimeni langa tine sa te tina de mana cand ti-e frica. Nu e nimeni sa sufere cu tine cand plangi. Nu e nimeni niciodata langa tine. Si atunci pentru ce naiba ne mai chinuim ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Asta e dincolo de cuvinte, dincolo de viata si biologia ei simpla, asta inseamna sa ajungi pe taramu cu care doar ingerii si demonii sunt familiarizati. E lipsa de frica. Asta inseamna sa traiesti, nu te obisnuiesti niciodata cu ea, de fiecare data e palpitant, de fiecare data simti vulturi care dau din aripi in stomacu tau, de fiecare data inima iti bubuie ca dracu in torace...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-7877543706985829529?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/7877543706985829529/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/08/grits.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/7877543706985829529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/7877543706985829529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/08/grits.html' title='Grits.'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-8848290523042178435</id><published>2010-08-10T22:22:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T22:23:00.550+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ceva-mi zice ca n-o sa ma invat minte niciodata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-8848290523042178435?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/8848290523042178435/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/08/ceva-mi-zice-ca-n-o-sa-ma-invat-minte.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/8848290523042178435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/8848290523042178435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/08/ceva-mi-zice-ca-n-o-sa-ma-invat-minte.html' title=''/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-6632316738383806517</id><published>2010-07-07T13:32:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T13:28:43.922+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='United states of me.'/><title type='text'>2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cand mi-a zis ca ma iubeste mi s-au inmuiat genunchii si m-a luat ameteala. N-am stiut cum sa reactionez. Ma privea in ochi, ai lui erau clari si limpezi, netulburati. Nu erau agitati, cum sunt de obicei. Cautam ceva care sa-l tradeze, speram sa dea din picior, sa-si aranjeze parul, sa-si linga buzele, sau orice facea el cand mintea. Nu puteam citi absolut nimic gresit, mesajul pe care mi-l transmitea era clar. Ochii lui privind fix in ai mei, mana lui cuprinzand-o pe a mea, picioarele care ni se atingeau. Ii puteam simti caldura corpului, sentimentele ii erau scrise pe fata.  Nu cred ca-l mai vazusem vreodata asa serios.&lt;br /&gt;Trebuia sa ma conving ca ma mintea, pentru ca altfel n-as fi avut cum sa ies din situatia aia. Cum ar fi putut sa ma iubeasca? Cum poti sa iubesti un om si sa-i faci atatea? Poate erau doua persoane diferite in corpul lui. Poate avea personalitati multiple. Sau poate el chiar ma iubea, in felul lui suparator si greu de inteles.&lt;br /&gt;Cafeaua se racise si mi se parea acum prea amara. Nu i-am zis ca si eu il iubesc, desi la vremea aia chiar o faceam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-6632316738383806517?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/6632316738383806517/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/07/2.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/6632316738383806517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/6632316738383806517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/07/2.html' title='2.'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-8603571809743383664</id><published>2010-07-04T12:27:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T16:32:14.614+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='United states of me.'/><title type='text'>1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Asteptarea ma omoara. Imi da senzatia aia de sensibilitate in degete si  fluturii in stomac. Asteptarea ma face sa ma gandesc la el si in mod  clar nu vreau asta. Ma atasez  usor, asa fac intotdeauna. Sunt o proasta. Iar el... Ei  bine, el e mai mult decat priceput la crearea dependentei. Ii place  sa se joace si le joaca pe degete pe toate. Si mie imi placea, dar parca nu  in aceeasi masura, iar el e mult mai bun decat mine la jocul asta. Nu  mai vorbisem de atata timp, mi se facuse dor de el. Stiam ca nu trebuie  sa ma gandesc la el, nu trebuia sa astept absolut nimic, dar cand imi aminteam toate  lucrurile dragute pe care mi le spusese se cam rupea filmul. Si erau atatea, incat toate  fazele urate pe care mi le facuse nu prea mai contau. Mai mult ca sigur  mintea, dar cand auzi ceea ce vrei asta conteaza prea putin. Iar el stia  asta. Unul dintre lucrurile care ma scoteau din minti era prostul  lui obicei de a intra si iesi din viata mea dupa bunul lui plac. Deobicei  se intorcea, dar n-aveai de unde sa stii niciodata. Primele disparitii  au fost ca un dus rece: prima data n-am stiut de unde m-a  lovit, iar a doua oara m-a luat pe neasteptate pentru ca nu credeam ca  se va mai intampla. Dupa asta, am fost intotdeauna mai rezervata, incercam  sa nu ma implic la fel, dar nu imi iesea la perfectie.&lt;br /&gt;Camera mirosea a lavanda. Adora mirosul, asa ca m-am gandit sa-i fac pe plac. Dar nu mai era cazul. Am luat florile si le-am aruncat la cos. Unde era si relatia noastra. Totul s-a terminat acum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-8603571809743383664?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/8603571809743383664/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/07/1.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/8603571809743383664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/8603571809743383664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/07/1.html' title='1.'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-4088635708587281792</id><published>2010-06-21T21:43:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T16:34:31.093+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Femeia scorpion</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt; In nici un caz nu e superficiala. E o femeie increzatoare si rafinata.  Stilul ei este de un sic clasic. Este prietenoasa, dar oarecum  rezervata. Cauta un partener puternic, curajos si ambitios. E empatica,  poate sa iti detecteze toate starile si sa isi dea seama ce le-a  provocat ...DAR &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p align="justify"&gt; - Are un stil de a-si exprima parerile care iti strivesc personalitatea  si iti distrug mandria. Nu se teme de nimic, pune sub semnul intrebarii  orice si ar merge pana in panzele albe pentru cei care ii sunt mai  dragi. E o femeie care i-ar citi Biblia dracului si ala ar asculta-o&lt;br /&gt;- Stie ca cea mai scurta cale spre inima unui barbat e prin cutia lui  toracica. Casa ei e sanctuarul ei personal, chiar daca este iadul tau,  la fel de personal&lt;br /&gt;-  Nu o trada, nu o ameninta si nu ii pune in pericol siguranta in nici  un fel. Si, in numele a tot ceea ce iubesti, nu o umili niciodata in  public. O femeie Scorpion care e tradata e ca Lady Macbeth dupa cateva  doze de cocaina&lt;br /&gt;- Desi nu o sa puna mana pe pusca, o sa pui tu mana pe sticla de tarie.  Deseori si in cantitati cat mai mare&lt;br /&gt;- Are un foarte bun simt politic. Poate doar sa se uite la un om si sa  iti zica daca o sa te ajute sa urci in cariera sau daca trebuie sa il eviti. Poate sa te ajute sa ajungi in varf fara ca tu sa iti dai seama.  De ce? Adora puterea si este foarte probabil ca are si ea un plan in  directia asta. Daca ai vreun dubiu, intreaba-l pe Bill Clinton despre  draga lui nevasta Scorpion, Hillary&lt;br /&gt;- Se plange, sufera de depresie cronica si uneori se uita in gol ore in  sir de iti vine sa juri ca are probleme mentale&lt;br /&gt;- E manipulatoare si santajista. Nu o sa ezite sa si-o traga ca sa  ajunga in varful piramidei, daca asta e singura optiune valabila&lt;br /&gt;- Traieste pentru scandal&lt;br /&gt;- Isi doreste un barbat care sa ii fie egal. Din nefericire, foarte rar  crede despre vreunul ca ii este egal. Asa ca mai degraba o sa il  foloseasca pe post de carpa de sters pe jos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 5px; margin-top: 5px;" align="center"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.airtickets.ro/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-4088635708587281792?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/4088635708587281792/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/06/femeia-scorpion_21.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/4088635708587281792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/4088635708587281792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/06/femeia-scorpion_21.html' title='Femeia scorpion'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-1378116040252809080</id><published>2010-06-14T11:36:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T16:50:27.763+03:00</updated><title type='text'>14.06.2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cald cald cald cald cald cald prea cald!&lt;br /&gt;Vreau mare, apa, 18 grade. Vreau petreceri pana dimineata, vreau muzica pe plaja, vreau rasarit in piscina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-1378116040252809080?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/1378116040252809080/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/06/14062010.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/1378116040252809080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/1378116040252809080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/06/14062010.html' title='14.06.2010'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-4703992304534664371</id><published>2010-05-21T21:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T21:36:27.860+03:00</updated><title type='text'>This and that.</title><content type='html'>Lasa-ma in pace. Macar azi si maine. N-am chef de tine.&lt;br /&gt;Tu te agiti  degeaba, o sa fie bine.&lt;br /&gt;O sa fie frig.&lt;br /&gt;Nu urc pana la 8, ce nu  intelegi?&lt;br /&gt;Si tu ai fantezii cu politisti?&lt;br /&gt;Ne vedem joooi, ne  vedeeeem  joooi.L&lt;br /&gt;Te invit sa iesi afara si sa pleci.&lt;br /&gt;Bere cu  tequila si cola. Ce tot zici?&lt;br /&gt;Iarna..., iti mai aduci aminte cum era?&lt;br /&gt;Usi  transparente la baie, nebunie.&lt;br /&gt;Ce nu te omoara doar te face mai  puternic. Eu cred c-am murit de mult.&lt;br /&gt;Oamenii cu multe idei se numesc  idioti, iar eu sunt inconjurata de ei.&lt;br /&gt;Simbolismul este un curent  literar aparut in Franta, ca o reactie impotriva romantismului si....&lt;br /&gt;My  load is pretty heavy, but you swallow cause you think I'm cute.&lt;br /&gt;Bad  ass bitch, I'm rated X.&lt;br /&gt;Cativa de Nu! Nu! Nu! si apoi multi de Da!!  Da!! Da!! Da!! Da!!&lt;br /&gt;Si eu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-4703992304534664371?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/4703992304534664371/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-and-that.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/4703992304534664371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/4703992304534664371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-and-that.html' title='This and that.'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-7767365091286218488</id><published>2010-05-10T18:39:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T19:48:50.600+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depresia toamna-iarna.'/><title type='text'>Azi nu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Azi nu va cunosc. Azi nu vreau sa va cunosc pe niciunul dintre voi. E foarte clar ca va e la fel de bine si fara mine, asa ca hai s-o lasam asa. N-am nevoie de voi... Cel putin, nu de voi cum sunteti acum. Asa ca lasati-ma naibii in pace. Faceti-va ca nu ma stiti.&lt;br /&gt;Pa si mult succes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-7767365091286218488?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/7767365091286218488/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/05/azi-nu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/7767365091286218488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/7767365091286218488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/05/azi-nu.html' title='Azi nu'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-4463120983132493389</id><published>2010-04-24T22:07:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T22:18:22.931+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='United states of me.'/><title type='text'>xyz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Imi este frica de toate pornirile pe care le am. Le-am realizat de la inceput si mi-am dat seama ca sunt intr-un fel nocive, dar le voiam, aveam nevoie de ele. Erau cele ce ma defineau si imi placeau la nebunie.&lt;br /&gt;Daca ma las oricat de putin dusa de val, ma ia cu totul si nu mai am cum sa ma intorc. Nu mai vad rostul unei impotriviri, pentru ca oricum nu m-as putea opri. Dependentele ma stapanesc, ma controleaza in orice moment. Ele iau decizii in locul meu, nu-mi mai detin gandurile, trupul nici atat.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am dat seama ca nu mi-e frica de ceea ce simt pentru ce ma inconjoara. E vorba de mine. Eu, in relatie cu orice de pe lumea asta. Mi-e al naibii de frica de mine.&lt;br /&gt;Nu-mi pot controla emotiile. Vreau, dar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-4463120983132493389?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/4463120983132493389/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/04/xyz.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/4463120983132493389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/4463120983132493389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/04/xyz.html' title='xyz'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-4094595468568299629</id><published>2010-04-12T23:30:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T00:28:51.585+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='United states of me.'/><title type='text'>Visam.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i acum ce?&lt;/span&gt; Stam aici, ne inecam amarul, ne bem mintile, ne credem filozofi, ne aruncam in ganduri incalcite si consideram momente de luciditate orice izbucnire a imaginatiei.&lt;br /&gt;E deja unu, trebuia sa fiu acasa de ceva timp, chiar ma mir cum de nu m-au sunat ai mei, e deja intuneric. Ah ia uite, mi-a murit bateria. Mama probabil e ingrijorata moarta. Oricum nu mai are sens, e prea tarziu acum.&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai sufla fumul spre mine, ma ustura ochii, iar camera se invarte, imaginea se pierde, conturul dispare si nu te mai vad.&lt;br /&gt;Nu-mi plac deloc situatiile astea. De cate ori nu m-am aflat in astfel de cafenele insotita de barbati mult mai invarsta, nestiind cum sa fac sa scap, sa ajung mai repede acasa, dar totusi impinsa de la spate de masochismul ala, care habar n-am de unde isi are originile, incercand sa aflu cum se va termina seara?&lt;br /&gt;In fiecare noapte incerc sa ma regasesc, sa-mi redescopar inocenta de mult pierduta. Mai bine zis furata! Acum nici nu stiu cine sunt. Ieri seara am fost copilul drogat, scapata din mana parintiilor, traindu-mi viata de pe o zi pe alta, alaltaieri am fost eleva eminenta dornica de noi aventuri care sa ma scoata din rutina scolii. Purtam fustita plisata, aveam panglici in par.&lt;br /&gt;Te rog, inceteaza cu mangaiatul piciorului meu pe sub masa. Am inceput sa urasc asta desi recunosc, la inceput gaseam actiunea oarecum excitanta. A devenit doar un alt cliseu. Clisee peste clisee.&lt;br /&gt;De ce va traiti viata asa organizata, de ce nu credeti si in intamplarile fatidice? Au trecut deja doua luni? Ce repede trece timpul...&lt;br /&gt;"I don't believe in love but I want to be there when it happens". Am citit asta undeva si mi-a placut. Mi-am amintit acum, fara nicio legatura. Doamne, cum sa lasi omul care te iubeste sa plece? De fapt, cum sa-l dai chiar tu afara? Sa-l alungi din viata ta, fara niciun resentiment, nicio parere de rau, nimic. E dur. Dar stii cum e: daca dragoste nu e, parca e bine.&lt;br /&gt;Incep sa-mi pierd ideile, nu ma mai pot concentra. Deobicei pe acum imi dau seama ca trebuia sa fi plecat cand aveam ocazia. Dar stii, de multe ori cand am crezut ca seara se incheie pentru mine, de fapt de-abia incepea. Mda, nu intotdeauna a fost placut, dar a meritat de cele mai multe ori. Cunosti oamenii noi, mai aflii niste povesti, barfe, astea. Lumea-i mica. Intotdeauna un prieten nou il cunoaste pe unul vechi. Si roata se invarte, de asta m-am facut eu draguta. Uneori...&lt;br /&gt;Doamne, vreau acasa. Incep sa nu mai cred nici eu ce vorbesc.&lt;br /&gt;Poate ne vedem maine, dar mai bine nu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-4094595468568299629?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/4094595468568299629/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/04/s-i-acum-ce-stam-aici-ne-inecam-amarul.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/4094595468568299629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/4094595468568299629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/04/s-i-acum-ce-stam-aici-ne-inecam-amarul.html' title='Visam.'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-9201093457664593323</id><published>2010-04-11T14:17:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T14:24:09.326+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depresia toamna-iarna.'/><title type='text'>Lost Souls Forever</title><content type='html'>Cum as putea sa te iubesc?&lt;br /&gt;Pe langa faptul ca te cunosc de foarte putina vreme, impresiile pe care mi le-ai facut nu ma lasa sa te iubesc. Esti arogant, ii tratezi pe restul cu superioritate, folosesti femeile doar ca obiecte pentru a-ti provoca tie placere, ai impresia ca esti mult mai inteligent decat in realitate. S-ar putea sa nu fie totul din vina ta. In mare, esti doar prost crescut. Dar oricum... Tu, de fapt, esti absolut tot ce urasc eu. Minciuna, ipocrizia, prostia. Cu toate astea, ceva ma atrage constant. Ceva din tine ma cheama inapoi.&lt;br /&gt;Dar acum, chiar daca as vrea, n-as avea unde sa ma intorc. E de bine sau de rau? Ratiunea imi zice ca mai bine de-atat nu se putea, inima insa are retinerile ei.&lt;br /&gt;La naiba, stiam de la inceput ca nu trebuie sa ma incurc cu tine.&lt;br /&gt;Sper sa-mi fie invatatura de minte si sa nu ma mai las dusa de val.&lt;br /&gt;Pfff, mangaieri pe picior, auzi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-9201093457664593323?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/9201093457664593323/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/04/lost-souls-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/9201093457664593323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/9201093457664593323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/04/lost-souls-forever.html' title='Lost Souls Forever'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-4582088819935350928</id><published>2010-03-15T22:28:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T22:52:34.962+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='United states of me.'/><title type='text'>*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;19 Septembrie 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Spune-mi ce-ti doresti, iar eu o voi face pentru tine. Intr-atat de recunoscatoare iti sunt. De fapt, e mai mult vorba despre iubire decat de recunostinta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ma intorc la vechile obiceiuri. De-atatea ori am crezut c-am trecut peste faza cu tine, credeam ca te-am uitat. Si totusi de fiecare data ti-ai reocupat acel locsor din capul meu. Imi si imaginez: o camera foarte mare, iar pe usa numele tau cu o stea dedesubt, ca la vedete. Camera e ticsita cu lucruri despre tine. Sunt unele care nu ma intereseaza in niciun fel, n-au nicio legatura cu mine, dar totusi sunt acolo, ocupandu-mi spatiul. Doar pentru ca sunt despre tine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Si totusi, acum, gandurile mele despre tine imi sunt intrerupte de un alt &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;EL&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dar nu-ti face griji. Ce-ai fost tu pentru mine nu va mai fi nimeni niciodata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ce sunt eu pentru tine poate fi toata lumea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3 Octombrie 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ce s-a intamplat cu tine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok, daca nu vrei, nu-mi zice. Nu ti se pare ca in camera asta miroase foarte tare a ciocolata?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Urasc atat de multe persoane in acest moment incat nu-mi dau seama cum e sa iubesc. N-am mai iubit de mult pe nimeni. Stii cum iubesc eu...Mult si dureros, cu toata fiinta mea. Acum ma apuca rasul cand imi amintesc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Stii, odata (candva, demult) te-am iubit si pe tine asa. Ma rodea pe dinauntru. Si totusi cadn nu o simt, imi e dor de durerea asta. Nu reusesc sa-mi dau seama daca a trecut deja granita psihicului si a ajuns o durere fizica. Mi-e dor sa te mai iubesc asa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-4582088819935350928?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/4582088819935350928/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/03/19-septembrie-2009-spune-mi-ce-ti.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/4582088819935350928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/4582088819935350928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/03/19-septembrie-2009-spune-mi-ce-ti.html' title='*'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-1395900193831669081</id><published>2010-03-13T23:42:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T23:41:56.336+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depresia toamna-iarna.'/><title type='text'>An education</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ma revolta faptul ca dupa o despartire toate lucrurile care ma defineau inainte sa te cunosc, acum doar imi amintesc de tine. Parfumul meu, parfumul altor tipi din jurul meu care in mod incredibil miros la fel ca tine, drumul catre casa, hainele pe care le purtam in prima zi cand te-am cunoscut, toate opiniile mele pe care tu le-ai respins din start. Imi vine sa arunc tot, sa sparg, sa dau foc si scap de amintirea ta.&lt;br /&gt;N-o sa inteleg niciodata de ce trebuie sa ne abandonam pe noi insine pentru o relatie, care pana la urma cat poate dura? O saptamana, o luna, poate. Dar o viata? Nu cred in asta. Ce fel de oameni ar putea sta unul langa altul toata viata? Ma intreb daca mai exista astfel de relatii. Poate ceilalti pot gasi un om cu care sa-si petreaca tot restul vietii, dar eu sunt convinsa ca pentru mine nu exista unul. Sau poate eu sunt cea defecta. Poate eu sunt cea incapabila sa stau alaturi de cineva pana la sfarsit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In fine, ce poate iesi bine din renuntarea la absolut tot pentru o relatie efemera? Sa-ti doresti sa dureze nu este indeajuns si nu va fi niciodata. Intr-un fel te invinuiesc pe tine pentru toata prostia asta, dar apoi imi dau seama ca daca as fi fost indeajuns de desteapta, te-as fi refuzat de la inceput. Si atunci n-ar fi trebuit sa trec prin toata acea perioada in care ma prefaceam ca sunt in regula, dar de fapt eram o epava, in care ziceam ca sunt indiferenta, dar sufeream in tacere. Si totusi... Eu inca nu am inteles ce s-a intamplat in seara aia si sincer cred ca nici nu voi afla vreodata. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Si daa, stiu ca am fost avertizata de prietenii mei binevoitori, care acum nu mai simt nevoia sa fie langa mine, dar ce mai conteaza? Lor sa le fie bine, nu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acum o dau in alte alea, dar daca tot am inceput macar s-o duc pana la capat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uite cum sta treaba, nu vreau sa fiu nici rea, nici nepoliticoasa. Dar odata ce eu te-am ascultat atunci cand tu voiai sa vorbesti si nimeni nu mai era acolo pentru ca probabil erau satuli, eu cer la randul meu acelasi lucru. Dar nu stiu, ma gandesc ca daca tu esti super indragostita si traiesti o aproape-foarte-frumoasa-poveste de dragoste, nu mai ai timp pentru prietenii tai care au nevoie de un sfat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ma rog, in pare rau pentru ca probabil am exagerat cu toata chestia asta, dar trebuiau spuse, pentru ca le-am tinut prea mult in mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ah si pentru el: Da, super. Ma bucur ca m-ai batut la un joc pe care eu nu l-am jucat niciodata, un joc in care tu esti maestru. Pe bune, ma bucur. Vrei o diploma?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acum ca a trecut o luna, sper ca ma pot elibera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-1395900193831669081?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/1395900193831669081/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/03/education.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/1395900193831669081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/1395900193831669081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/03/education.html' title='An education'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-6280673303913059531</id><published>2010-03-11T09:19:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T09:43:55.595+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The bitch is back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se pare ca anul acesta Craciunul a venit cu vreo 9 luni mai devreme. Cadou vreau si eu niste parfumuri: Givenchy Hot Couture, Miss Dior Cherie, Nina Ricci Ricci Ricci(cu tot cu costumul tipei daca se poate), Burberry The Beat, Diesel Fuel for Life, Calvin Klein Euphoria si daca ma mai gandesc, mai gasesc cateva, dar cred ca-i de ajuns. Asaa, mai vreau si pantofii aia foarte draguti de la Nine West, niste cizme de la Musette si aproape toata colectia Chanel Spring 2010. Va multumesc pentru intelegere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E clar ca excursiile fac minuni pentru oameni. Zic si eu asa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pana acum am fost prinsa intr-o capcana. Nu mai stiam ce cred, iar ceea ce stiam nu reuseam sa spun. Acum mi-am primit darul de a-mi exprima sentimenele prin scris iar, motiv pentru care snt foarte fericita. De azi incepe o alta perioada, in care nu ma voi lasa calcata in picioare de absolut nimeni. Suntem prieteni, e foarte frumos, dar daca incerci sa ma ranesti in vreun fel,  bine pa si-am terminat discutia. Ca sa vedeti cat de bine ma simt, nici macar nu mai simt nevoia sa ma razbun, chiar am invatat ca indiferenta e cea mai buna solutie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ah, era sa uit, daca tot e vremea asta acum, as vrea si eu ca in noiembrie, de ziua mea, sa fie soare si vreo 30 de grade asa. Ca sa pot sa trag si eu o fuga pana la mare, nu de alta. Ca niciodata nu mi-am sarbatorit ziua pe plaja, iar acum ar fi un moment bun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Puuupiciiiii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-6280673303913059531?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/6280673303913059531/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/03/bitch-is-back.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/6280673303913059531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/6280673303913059531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/03/bitch-is-back.html' title='The bitch is back.'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-3346714121231889104</id><published>2010-03-07T21:56:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T23:41:45.478+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='United states of me.'/><title type='text'>Sugar, we're going down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Isi prinse capul in maini si ofta.&lt;br /&gt;Cred ca el deja se saturase de micile ei crize de personalitate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ea isi ridica privirea si zambi. Apoi incepu sa rada isteric.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Ce-i asa amuzant? intreba el cu dispret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nu o mai suporta. Toate trecerile astea bruste de la o stare la alta, rasul ei, plansul ei. Si de cat timp o cunostea? Maxim 5 ore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In timp ce ea se oprea treptat din ras si lasa iar capul in jos, el o cerceta cu privirea, scarbindu-se din ce in ce mai mult. Radacinile mai inchise la culoare decat restul parului ei blond; ochii caprui cu o tenta rosiatica, pe care acum nu-i mai vedea, dar pe care nu-i va uita niciodata; gatul subtire, care parea atat de fragil si totusi te indemna sa-l musti; felul in care-si framanta mainile intr-una. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Nu stiu, zise ea intr-un tarziu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Poftim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Nu stiu ce-i asa amuzant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uitase c-o intrebase ceva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Banuiesc ca tu esti amuzant, tu facand parte din toata situatia asta, care, sa fim seriosi, e atat de absurda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Momentan se calmase. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tot ce-si dorea el era sa plece cat mai departe cu putinta si pentru cat mai mult timp posibil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Iti mai aduc ceva? il intreba ea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;El clatina din cap. Tipa labila psihic s-a transformat brusc in gazda ideala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Stii, spuse ea, aprinzandu-si o tigara, mi-am dat seama ca trebuie sa profitam de absolut fiecare clipa. Viata e scurta, ma-ntelegi? Imi doresc sa pot aprecia fiecare moment la adevarata lui valoare. Sa pot profita de tot si de toti, in sensu bun. Adica, nu vreau sa traiesc pentru totdeauna. Vreau sa traiesc doar atata timp cat ma pot descurca singura, stii ce zic? Doamne, n-as vrea sa fiu o povara. Imi aduc aminte de bunica-mea, saraca.., zise ea incet, iar el putea observa cum i se umezesc ochii si preconiza ce avea sa urmeze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Te rog, nu plange iar! o ruga el. Fac ce vrei tu, dar te rog, inceteaza cu plansul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Privirea ei se anima brusc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Orice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;El habar n-avea in ce se bagase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Promite-mi ca vei fi mereu langa mine, cand voi avea nevoie de tine, promite-mi ca vom fi impreuna pentru totdeauna. Imi doresc dragoste eterna, am nevoie de asta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Poftim?! intreba el socat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fata isi dadu capul pe spate, incepand iar sa rada cu pofta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Glumeam doar. Nu ti-as putea cere niciodata asa ceva, chiar si eu imi dau seama de asta. Si totusi ce m-ar putea impiedica? Adica suna chiar tentant sa te am langa mine pentru totdeauna, gata sa-mi indeplinesti orice dorinta. Nu-mi dau seama daca pe tine in special, sau oricine altcineva. Cred ca singurul lucru care m-ar putea impiedica ar fi indiferenta ta. Stii, nu fac fata prea bine respingerilor. Si doamne, pot citi pe fata ta ca nu-ti pasa. Dar nu-i nimic. Chiar nu conteaza...Dar zi-mi despre tine, se inviora ea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-N-am ce sa-ti zic, mormai el. Tu esti clar mai interesanta decat mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nici el nu-si dadea seama daca o zisese pe bune sau era doar ironic. Adica, el nu iesise niciodata din tipar. Nu fusese nici cel mai frumos, nici cel mai destept si nici nu incercase sa atraga atentia prin diverse mijloace ca droguri, sau sinucidere, asa cum facuse ea. Se intreba daca ea chiar o facuse pentru a atrage atentia sau doar pentru ca asa simtise. Intr-un avant de curaj o intreba.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Uite, aici gresesc toti! tipa ea, ridicandu-se in picioare si incepand sa gesticuleze. Chiar credeti ca voiam sa atrag atentia? Doamne, daca voiam sa atrag atentia, ma aruncam de pe cel mai inalt bloc la o ora de varf, asta faceam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ea de fapt inghitise un pumn de antidepresive, apoi isi taiase venele. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Ciudat, eu cred ca taierea venelor este clar un mod de a atrage atentia, spuse el. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Vrei sa zici ca daca ai vrea sa atragi atentia ti-ai taia venele?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-In principiu nu cred c-as vrea sa atrag atentia. Sau cel putin nu prin asa ceva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Oh, dar toti vor sa atraga atentia! izbucni ea. Mai devreme sau mai tarziu, toti isi doresc asta. Ma indoiesc profund ca exista cineva pe lumea asta care sa nu-si doreasca sa auda vorbindu-se despre el. De bine, de rau, nu conteaza. Important este sa aprinda acel beculet in capul oamenilor. Toti vor sa fie vedete pentru o luna, o saptamana, o zi. Asta este unul dintre cele mai mari defecte al oamenilor, al tuturor, nu crezi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-De ce ai facut asta? intreba el, aratand catre incheieturile bandajate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Nu vreau sa vorbesc despre asta, raspunse ea, ferindu-si privirea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Era pentru prima data in acea seara cand nu-l privea in ochi. El presupuse ca ea se simte inconfortabil si nu putea sa piarda ocazia asta. Voia s-o umileasca cu orice pret. Voia s-o faca sa sufere. Pentru un moment, nici el nu-si intelese acele porniri, dar ce mai conta?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-De ce nu vrei? insista el. Sunt doar curios si gata, nu e ca si cum as avea cui sa-i spun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ei bine, asta era o minciuna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Nu vreau si gata!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-3346714121231889104?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/3346714121231889104/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/03/sugar-were-going-down.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/3346714121231889104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/3346714121231889104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/03/sugar-were-going-down.html' title='Sugar, we&apos;re going down.'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-6108892914641496328</id><published>2010-03-01T21:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T21:55:22.927+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All about me.'/><title type='text'>All about me - Have you ever?</title><content type='html'>Stolen Anything: No&lt;br /&gt;Been Drunk Before Noon: No&lt;br /&gt;Had Sex In A Public Place: No&lt;br /&gt;Got Caught Telling A Lie: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Been Arrested: No&lt;br /&gt;Fantasized About A Co-Worker: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Cheated On A Test: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Cheated In A Relationship: No&lt;br /&gt;Failed A Class: No (not yet...)&lt;br /&gt;Eaten Food Off The Floor: No&lt;br /&gt;Stuck Gum Under A Desk: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Wished You Were Someone Else: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Cried During A Movie: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Had your heart broken?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Had a good feeling about something?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Had a near death experience: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Swam in freezing water: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Jumped off a house: No&lt;br /&gt;Been attacked?: No&lt;br /&gt;Bungee jumped: Not yet&lt;br /&gt;Lied about your age: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Broken a bone?: No&lt;br /&gt;Taken a cold shower?: Yes Not realized it was your birthday?: No&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-6108892914641496328?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/6108892914641496328/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/03/all-about-me-have-you-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/6108892914641496328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/6108892914641496328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/03/all-about-me-have-you-ever.html' title='All about me - Have you ever?'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-1396047969510944464</id><published>2010-02-22T21:06:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T21:58:18.993+02:00</updated><title type='text'>So happy I could die.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ultimele 3 zile am fost ataat de fericita, incat aproape compenseaza pentru toata drama din viata mea de la inceputul saptamanii trecute. Drama pe care probabil mi-am creat-o singura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bine, poate exagerez cu titlul, dar e in capul meu de ieri si simteam nevoia sa-l folosesc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oricum, in astea 3 zile am ras atat de mult si am reusit sa uit tot ce voiam sa uit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cred ca n-am mai ras de mult atat de... mult. Dar nu mult e cuvantul. Poate mai potrivit ar fi adevarat. E rasul ala care te umple de fericire, caruia nu i te poti impotrivi. Si m-am simti foarte in siguranta sa vad ca am prieteni care sunt acolo cand am nevoie de ei. Si pentru asta le multumesc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In alta ordine de idei sunt si mai mandra ca au trecut 2 saptamani din al doilea semestru, iar eu am ajuns in fiecare miercuri la ora de fizica si am fost si la sport. Si, de parca asta nu ar fi un motiv de lauda, am terminat de citit Maitreyi inainte sa ne apucam de ea. Sunt fooooaaarte mandra de mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In concluzie (pentru ca simt nevoia sa mai zic inca odata) sunt foarte fericita si mandra de mine, iar momentan nimeni si nimic nu-mi poate strica fericirea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acum ma duc sa plang la Grey's Anatomy :D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-1396047969510944464?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/1396047969510944464/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-happy-i-could-die.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/1396047969510944464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/1396047969510944464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-happy-i-could-die.html' title='So happy I could die.'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-2244166256050047720</id><published>2010-02-20T12:05:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T12:12:17.424+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All about me.'/><title type='text'>Scorpion. 15 noiembrie - ziua rafuielii.</title><content type='html'>Persoanele nascute pe 15 noiembrie infrunta in mod repetat experiente de viata si conflicte intense cu oamenii, adesea chiar cu oameni pe care nu i-au intalnit niciodata. Sa fie pregatiti este una din marile preocupari ale nativilor acestei zilei, fie ca este vorba de o stare de pregatire generala pentru circumstante neprevazute sau pentru evenimente programate in urma unei planificari constiincioase.&lt;br /&gt;Nativii zilei de 15 noiembrie pot fi cunoscuti ca tipul de oameni bataiosi deoarece rareori vor evita o provocare sau vor lasa de la ei intr-o disputa contardictorie doar de dragul comfortului. Ei sunt pregatiti sa isi ia apararea si, in plus, sunt campioni puternici ai celor lipsiti de protectie.&lt;br /&gt;De asemenea, sunt dispusi sa renunte la argumente nefundamentate sau situatii ce reprezinta cauze pierdute doar pentru a nu-si compromite demnitatea. Puterea lor reala consta in aparare, amenintand sa se razbune cu cele mai valabile dintre armele lor.&lt;br /&gt;Ceilalti vor considera ca acestea sunt persoane care se comporta ca un cuib de viespi si care nu trebuie deranjate. Multi dintre nativii zilei de 15 noiembrie afiseaza o mare rabdare.&lt;br /&gt;Ei recunosc importanta asteptarii momentului oportun pentru a actiona si rareori calculeaza gresit acest moment. Pentru ceilalti ei pot parea extrem de gravi si retinuti, comportandu-se ca si cum intreaga lor viata se poate destrama in urma greselii comise de ei.&lt;br /&gt;Intr-adevar, teama joaca un rol important in gradul lor de prudenta, deoarece ei stiu din instinct de ce anume se tem de fapt. Nativii zilei de 15 noiembrie pot deveni parteneri periculosi in relatiile sentimentale.&lt;br /&gt;Nu le lipseste farmecul si aerul acela sofisticat, dar asemenea atribute ascund adeasa un interior mult mai volatil decat s-ar banui. Aceasta latura a caracterului lor poate fi dezvaluita pe neasteptate sau prin surpindere, fapt ce va trage un semnal de alarma. Totusi, acest lucru denota si agitatie si inflacarare in starea lor emotionala.&lt;br /&gt;Persoanele nascute pe data de 15 noiembrie au o presimtire in ceea ce priveste apocalipsa. Ele vor astepta sa se intample ce este mai rau, dar cel putin vor avea idee ce reprezinta raul. Toate tipurile de izbucniri par sa apara frecvent in vietile lor.&lt;br /&gt;Ei pot fi acuzati de un comportament neadecvat. Acest lucru este posibil sa se intample in cazul in care nativii zilei de 15 noiembrie trebuie sa mearga mai departe si ceilalti nu trebuie sa le stea in cale.&lt;br /&gt;Cu o viteza surprinzatoare si cu o atitudine secretoasa, cei nascuti in aceasta zi sunt capabili sa apara si sa dipsara in noapte, dupa bunul lor plac. Cei care pretuiesc securitatea isi pot asuma anumite riscuri daca vor alege o astfel de persoana in relatia lor sentimentala.&lt;br /&gt;Insa, cei care sunt adeptii agitatiei vor gasi partenerul potrivit in acesti nativi. Nativii zilei de 15 noiembrie vor face adesea caz pe seama comportamentului onorabil. Tentatiile lor de a se comporta astfel ii pot coplesi. In consecinta, cele doua probleme de onestitate si integritate marcheaza puternic vietile acestora.&lt;br /&gt;Acestea provoaca anumite conflicte interioare carora doar ei le pot face fata. Totusi, vina nu ii deranjeaza in mod special. Mai degraba ii deranjeaza sa nu fie pregatiti corespunzator pentru eventualele situatii neplacute.&lt;br /&gt;SFATURI: Pregatirea psihologica este foarte importanta pentru tine. Reorienteaza-ti impulsurile agresive sau temerile. Incearca sa nu mai fii atat de usor amenintat. Fii mult mai sigur pe sine. Blandetea si amabilitatea sunt indicatori ai puterii.&lt;br /&gt;PUNCTE FORTE:Cumpatat Corect Curajos&lt;br /&gt;PUNCTE SLABE:Volatil Pedispus la accidente&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-2244166256050047720?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/2244166256050047720/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/02/scorpion-15-noiembrie-ziua-rafuielii.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/2244166256050047720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/2244166256050047720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/02/scorpion-15-noiembrie-ziua-rafuielii.html' title='Scorpion. 15 noiembrie - ziua rafuielii.'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-2604852980161569831</id><published>2010-02-15T22:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T22:49:55.539+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Februarie</title><content type='html'>Hai sa uitam tot, vrei? Imi doresc doar sa uit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-2604852980161569831?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/2604852980161569831/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/02/februarie.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/2604852980161569831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/2604852980161569831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/02/februarie.html' title='Februarie'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-3980668957894178814</id><published>2010-02-12T00:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T00:16:52.563+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All about me.'/><title type='text'>All about me - Do you?</title><content type='html'>Do you like to cook: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you sing: Only when i'm alone&lt;br /&gt;Do you dance: Not really&lt;br /&gt;Do you speak multiple languages: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you ice skate: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you swim: No&lt;br /&gt;Do you paint: Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Do you write: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish you lived somewhere else?: Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Do you like roller coasters?: Not really&lt;br /&gt;Do you enjoy spending time with your Mother?: Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how to play chess?: No&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever miss being a little kid?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you have someone on your mind you can't stop thinking about?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you tell people you love them often?: No&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever just stay home and don't leave the house?: Sometimes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-3980668957894178814?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/3980668957894178814/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/02/all-about-me-do-you.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/3980668957894178814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/3980668957894178814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/02/all-about-me-do-you.html' title='All about me - Do you?'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-6181811848323078942</id><published>2010-02-06T13:42:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T13:44:49.804+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depresia toamna-iarna.'/><title type='text'>Remeber me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Buna! Sunt bipolara, paranoica, posesiva, sufar de mania persecutiei, iar eu suspectez si personalitati multiple. Uneori, sunt ipohondra. Sunt instabila emotional si am perioade cand plang fara sa stiu de ce.&lt;br /&gt;Am convingerea ca la varsta de aproximativ 35 de ani voi muri (cancer, stop cardiac, supradoza, accident rutier sau omorata in mod brutal, nu conteaza). Imi doresc sa fiu incinerata si aruncata in mare, pentru ca urasc idea ca cineva mi-ar putea profana mormantul doar pentru bunuri materiale, si pentru ca marea mi-a dat intotdeauna sentimentul de libertate pe care-l caut.Cred intr-un fel in Dumnezeu, dar nu ma rog si nu ma inchin. Nu cred in Rai sau in Iad. Cred ca odata ce-ai murit, se termina tot. Pur si simplu nu mai existi. Asta sper.&lt;br /&gt;Imi place sa cred ca m-am maturizat si ca sunt independenta, dar nu neg ca exista momente cand nu se poate sa fiu mai departe de-atat.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt loiala celor pe care-i iubesc, dar odata ce sunt tradata sau mintita, vreau razbunare. Poate nu azi, poate nu maine, dar o voi face, iar atunci va veti dori sa nu ma fi cunoscut niciodata.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt 79% sanse sa devin dependenta de ceva, iar asta ma sperie si ma fascineaza in acelasi timp. Ma face sa ma intreb cat de mult ar fi prea mult pentru mine, cat de mult as putea intinde coarda.&lt;br /&gt;Ma gandesc des la moarte, dar nu la sinucidere.&lt;br /&gt;Urasc jumatatile de masura si nu le voi accepta niciodata, nu ma multumesc niciodata cu suficient. Nu imi plac lucrurile obtinute usor sau degeaba, consider ca daca nu muncesti pentru un lucru este egal cu zero.&lt;br /&gt;Cand cad, ma ridic. Daca mai cad odata, ma ridic din nou si-o iau de la capat. N-o sa raman niciodata jos.&lt;br /&gt;Am multe vicii, obsesii si obiceiuri proaste si nici nu-mi trece prin cap sa scap de ele.Daca nu te plac, te prinzi tu. Sunt sarcastica, taioasa, aroganta, lipsita de scrupule.&lt;br /&gt;Ii manipulez pe cei din jurul meu doar pentru ca pot si pentru ca-mi ofera un sentiment de placere, pe care rar il obtin in alt mod.&lt;br /&gt;Uneori adopt atitudinea asta de sictirita doar pentru ca nu sunt in stare sa fac fata altfel situatiilor prin care trec.&lt;br /&gt;Sunt intodeauna acolo pentru prietenii mei. Si nu-mi pasa ce cred altii despre ei sau despre noi impreuna. Sunt prietenii mei si ii iubesc si voi fi intotdeauna acolo pentru ei.&lt;br /&gt;Pot sa fiu rea chiar si cand sunt politicoasa. E jocul meu preferat. Cand sunt buna, sunt foarte buna. Cand sunt rea, sunt cea mai buna. Uneori, sunt rea cu oamenii din pura placere. Alteori, ii ranesc pe cei dragi fara sa vreau.&lt;br /&gt;Urasc oamenii cu idei prefabricate, oamenii care nu sunt in stare sa gandeasca singuri, oamenii influentati de media, de cercul de prieteni, de parinti, etc. N-o sa am niciodata pe langa mine asemenea oameni, asta-i clar. Nu-mi pasa de mainstream, fac ce vreau si ce-mi place.&lt;br /&gt;Uneori imi dau seama ca poate nu e bine sa fi asa, dar apoi ma gandesc ca oricum, cand totul se va termina, nu va mai conta nimic din toate astea.Consider ca oamenii care au nevoie de droguri(aici intra si alcoolul si tigarile) sa se simta bine, sunt niste oameni tare tare tristi. Uneori si eu fac parte din categoria aia de oameni.&lt;br /&gt;Doar pentru ca nu vreau sa fac anumite lucruri, nu inseamna ca nu le pot face si urasc oamenii care critica asta. Daca nu sunt draguta cu tine, naspa, ce sa-ti zic, dar asta nu inseamna ca n-as putea fi draguta cu prietenii tai.&lt;br /&gt;Nu veni la mine cu scuze, daca nu sunt bine puse la punct. N-o sa te cred si mai mult inrautatesti situatia.&lt;br /&gt;Cel mai mult imi doresc sa fiu fericita. Iar pentru asta as fi capabila de orice.&lt;br /&gt;Ma iubesc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-6181811848323078942?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/6181811848323078942/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/02/remeber-me.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/6181811848323078942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/6181811848323078942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/02/remeber-me.html' title='Remeber me.'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-5068192838714558218</id><published>2010-02-01T01:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T01:57:32.239+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All about me.'/><title type='text'>All about me - This or that</title><content type='html'>Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Big Mac or Whopper: Big Mac&lt;br /&gt;Coke or Pepsi : Coke&lt;br /&gt;Beer or Wine: Wine&lt;br /&gt;Coffee or Tea: Tea&lt;br /&gt;Summer or Winter: Summer&lt;br /&gt;Cats or Dogs: Dogs&lt;br /&gt;Boxers or Briefs: Boxers&lt;br /&gt;Rain or Shine : Rain&lt;br /&gt;Chips or Popcorn: Chips&lt;br /&gt;Salty or Sweet: Sweet&lt;br /&gt;Plane or Boat: Plane&lt;br /&gt;Morning or Night: Night&lt;br /&gt;Movie or Play: Both&lt;br /&gt;Money or Love: Both&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast or Dinner: Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness or Revenge: Revenge&lt;br /&gt;House or Apartment: House&lt;br /&gt;Truth or Dare: Truth&lt;br /&gt;Silver or Gold: Silver&lt;br /&gt;Diamond or pearl: Pear&lt;br /&gt;Sunset or Sunrise: Sunrise&lt;br /&gt;Candles or Plug ins?: Candles&lt;br /&gt;White shirt or Black shirt?: White shirt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-5068192838714558218?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/5068192838714558218/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/02/all-about-me-this-or-that.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/5068192838714558218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/5068192838714558218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/02/all-about-me-this-or-that.html' title='All about me - This or that'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-213869792075720546</id><published>2010-01-28T00:37:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T18:20:26.837+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Stiu ce vreau sa zic, dar nu stiu cum sa zic. Am sentimentele, dar nu reusesc sa exprim nimic. Daca mi-ati putea citi gandurile ar fi extraordinar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Am observat ca odata cu inceperea anului, lumea deja tinde spre anumite lucruri. Toti se lasa de fumat, toti sunt indragostiti. Pana acum ceva (foarte putin) timp, puteam sa jur ca daca mai aud odata "gata, de maine nu mai fumez" si "doamne, cat de mult ne iubim, ce bine e, ce perfect e", explodam. N-am patit asta pentru ca imediat si-au revenit toti la normal si nu se mai lasa nimeni de fumat, iar majoritatea celor care se iubeau de nu mai puteau, s-au despartit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cand am aflat ce medie mica imi iese comparativ cu anul trecut, am stabilit ca e momentul sa pun piciorul in prag si sa-mi fac ordine in viata. Recunosc ca semestru asta am fost pe o cu totul alta planeta si ca numai la scoala nu mi-a stat gandul, dar promit ca-mi revin! Programul de reabilitare al Ancai (adica eu) este extraordinar (desi inca nu este pus la punct), si promite sa dea rezultate. De fapt, mai mult promit eu, dar ma rog, ati prins ideea. Asta a fost asa, mai mult ca sa ma conving singura. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Imi place iarna. Pentru ca, pentru mine, iarna inseamna ciocolata calda/vin fiert, stat la barfe prin cafenele, dormit toata ziua intr-o camera biineee incalzita, excursii la munte in care stai toata ziua in cabana si sa joci jocuri de societate(iar acum, ca vine iar vacanta, se potriveste atat de bine totul). Inseamna cumparaturi multe, pentru ca e iarna, ne trebuie multe haine. Inseamna cadouri, pentru ca iarna sunt mult mai multe sarbatori decat vara(cel putin alea pe care le stiu eu.)&lt;br /&gt;NU imi place tipul asta de iarna. -20 de grade nu este o temperatura la care eu pot functiona la un nivel satisfacator. Nu-mi place ca trebuie sa merg prin nameti de zapada ca sa ajung undeva, nu-mi place ca fac o ora pana la scoala, cand in mod obisnuit fac 20 de minute maxim. Nu-mi place ca tre sa am 10 pulovere pe mine, ca sa fiu sigura ca nu inghet. Cu toate astea, sa stiti ca am evoluat. Iarna trecuta, mergeam doar in tenisi la scoala. Anu asta, de cand a venit zapada, de-abia i-am purtat de vreo 3 ori si sunt foarte mandra de mine. Cred ca ceea ce m-a facut sa renunt la ei a fost faptu ca, in fiecare seara cand ajungeam acasa, petreceam juma de ora sa-mi dezghet picioarele. Cand ingheti e ok, nu e mare lucru. Doar ti-e frig putin si gata, nu ma simti nimic. Ai putea sa stai si in pantaloni scurti. Dar dezghetarea este cea ma ingrozitoare actiune posibila. Asa ca nu voi mai repeta intamplarea prea curand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In incheiere, tot ce mai am de spus este ca sunt ataaaaat de usurata ca s-a terminat scoala si in sfarsit pot dormi pana la 12. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-213869792075720546?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/213869792075720546/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/01/random.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/213869792075720546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/213869792075720546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/01/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-3086890459510247383</id><published>2010-01-25T09:42:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T10:54:31.869+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All about me.'/><title type='text'>All about me - As of Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Your ex and You: Don't talk anymore &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I should: Read &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love: Me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't understand: many things &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have lost my respect for: so many people &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will always be: Complicated &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never ever want to lose: My dignity &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you like parties?: Yesss &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you have any medical problems?: No &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you like to read? What?: Almost everything &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you cook?: Sometimes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you like poetry?: Not really &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you written poetry?: No &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you dated someone older than you?: Yes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What time is it?: Around 22 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you alone or with someone else?: With someone else &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you in love?: No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-3086890459510247383?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/3086890459510247383/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-about-me-as-of-now.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/3086890459510247383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/3086890459510247383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-about-me-as-of-now.html' title='All about me - As of Now'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-1112760422946292899</id><published>2010-01-25T09:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T10:54:31.872+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All about me.'/><title type='text'>All about me - Firsts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;First best friend : Elena from kindergarten &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First pet : Jessica &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First crush : Radu (i think) from kindergarten &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First person you slow danced with: My daaad &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If your house was on fire, first thing you'd grab?: My phone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First thing you'd do with 5 million dollars: Buy clothes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First thing you notice when you look in the mirror?: My eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-1112760422946292899?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/1112760422946292899/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-about-me-firsts.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/1112760422946292899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/1112760422946292899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-about-me-firsts.html' title='All about me - Firsts'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-8966229943868947438</id><published>2010-01-25T09:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T10:54:40.261+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All about me.'/><title type='text'>All about me - Personal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Have you laughed until you cried: Yes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you found out who your true friends were: Yes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met someone who changed you: Yes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What were you doing at midnight last night: Watching Lord of the Rings &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name something you CANNOT wait for: Summer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Yes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are any of your friends mad at you?: No &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you get married before 19?: Nooo waay &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you crack your neck?: No &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you type fast?: Yes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you get mad easily?: Yes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you like getting hyper?: Yes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you like making kids cry?: No &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is the longest relationship you were in?: 3 months &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-8966229943868947438?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/8966229943868947438/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-about-me-personal.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/8966229943868947438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/8966229943868947438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-about-me-personal.html' title='All about me - Personal'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-3077484823857641737</id><published>2010-01-25T09:36:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T10:54:40.264+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All about me.'/><title type='text'>All about me - Misc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Describe Yourself In One Word: Bipolar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Biggest Fear: Me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1 Priority In Your Life: Happiness &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dream Job: Lawyer, journalist or psychologist &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where Are You Right Now: In my room &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where Would You Rather Be: In a pub &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last time you showered?: 3-4 hours ago &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What side of the bed do you sleep on?: Left &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you ever wish you were famous?: Yes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever done anything illegal?: Yes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where will you be 12 hours from now?: In my bed, sleeping &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know what you are going to wear tomorrow?: Yes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it easy for people to make you smile?: Sometimes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you make yourself cry?: Yes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many hours of sleep did you get last night?: 7 or 8 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is your life simple or complicated?: Very &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you taller than 1,63?: I'm exactly 1,63 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What color are your socks?: Purple &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are you scared of?: Future &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you kill spiders or just put them out the door?: I just run.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you good at saving money?: No &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-3077484823857641737?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/3077484823857641737/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-about-me-misc.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/3077484823857641737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/3077484823857641737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-about-me-misc.html' title='All about me - Misc.'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-5550804294416489519</id><published>2010-01-25T09:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T10:54:40.268+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All about me.'/><title type='text'>All about me - Have you ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Stolen Anything: No &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been Drunk Before Noon: No &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had Sex In A Public Place: No &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got Caught Telling A Lie: Yes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been Arrested: No &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fantasized About A Co-Worker: Yes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheated On A Test: Yes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheated In A Relationship: No &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Failed A Class: No (not yet...) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eaten Food Off The Floor: No &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stuck Gum Under A Desk: Yes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wished You Were Someone Else: Yes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cried During A Movie: Yes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had your heart broken?: Yes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a good feeling about something?: Yes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a near death experience: Yes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Swam in freezing water: Yes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jumped off a house: No &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been attacked?: No &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bungee jumped: Not yet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lied about your age: Yes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Broken a bone?: No &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taken a cold shower?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Not realized it was your birthday?: No &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-5550804294416489519?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/5550804294416489519/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-about-me-have-you-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/5550804294416489519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/5550804294416489519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-about-me-have-you-ever.html' title='All about me - Have you ever'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-8435403872119114042</id><published>2010-01-25T09:26:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T00:44:24.668+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All about me.'/><title type='text'>All about me - My favorites</title><content type='html'>Favorite Color: Red&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Movie: A clockwork orange&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Book/Author: Irvine Welsh&lt;br /&gt;Favorite School Subject: Psychology&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Vacation Destination: Seaside&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Food: Sushi&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Animal: Tiger&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Store: Zara&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Comedian: Dan Badea&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Baby Name: Chloe/Brandon&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Number: 15&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Month: April/September&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Flower: Tulips&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Ice Cream: Peppermint&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Drink: Coke&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Feeling: Butterflies in my stomach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-8435403872119114042?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/8435403872119114042/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-about-me-my-favorites.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/8435403872119114042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/8435403872119114042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-about-me-my-favorites.html' title='All about me - My favorites'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-5797920492031425264</id><published>2010-01-25T09:24:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T00:43:21.128+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All about me.'/><title type='text'>All about me - The basics</title><content type='html'>Hair color: Red&lt;br /&gt;Eye color:Black&lt;br /&gt;Relationship Status: Single&lt;br /&gt;What's Your Sign?: Scorpio&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size: 37-38&lt;br /&gt;Where were you born?: Bucuresti, Romania&lt;br /&gt;Righty or Lefty?: Righty&lt;br /&gt;Any pets?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;What month were you born in?: November&lt;br /&gt;Do you sing in the shower?: Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Do you wrap your hair in a towel after the shower?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you brush your teeth before you shower?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you use deodorant daily?: Yes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-5797920492031425264?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/5797920492031425264/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-about-me-basics.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/5797920492031425264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/5797920492031425264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-about-me-basics.html' title='All about me - The basics'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-3036747464827652565</id><published>2010-01-14T19:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T19:06:41.243+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Trainspotting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family, Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life. But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?" Trainspotting &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-3036747464827652565?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/3036747464827652565/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/01/trainspotting.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/3036747464827652565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/3036747464827652565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2010/01/trainspotting.html' title='Trainspotting.'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-4292924776033121714</id><published>2009-12-26T00:02:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T00:22:08.343+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Craciun fericit!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pentru mine, cel putin zilele astea, it`s all about presents, friends and coffee. Si, desigur, eu. Persoana mea, cea mai importanta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Am redescoperit mirosul de portocala si mi-am dat seama ca-l asociez cu Craciunul, mai ales ca eu nu mananc portocale si nici in jurul meu nu se prea mananca decat in aceasta minunata perioada a anului. Din seria "mancare", va mai pot impartasi faptul ca mama mea s-a apucat sa faca turta dulce. Banuiesc ca i-a iesit, adica e buna, dar na.. nici din aia nu prea mananc, asa ca nu-mi pot da cu parerea. Maine sau poimaine imi voi incanta familia cu niste crema de zahar ars, pentru ca am descoperit ca pot si trebuie sa afle toti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Imi place Craciunul asta. De vreo 2-3 zile mi-am facut un playlist pe I-Pod cu Christmas Tree, Jingle Bell Rock si altele in gen. Da, sunt in spiritul Craciunului si este mult mai dragut decat cand nu sunt. Pacat doar de familia mea, cu care sunt tot timpul in contra sens. Anul asta parca au iesit toti din "Grinch a furat Craciunul" si nu, nu sunt persoanele alea enervante si totusi dragute care adorau Craciunul. Eu, in schimb, sunt fetita aia care vorbeste mult prea mult, cu niste cozi aiurea si nasul in sus. Si ii voi face pe toti sa intre in spirit, intr-un fel sau altul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Momentan, nici eu nu mai stiu ce sa fac de revelion, sper totusi sa fac ceva.. (Asta era o aluzie pentru ralu. gen, zi-mi odata ce facem!) De fapt, nici nu-mi mai bat capul cu asta, pentru ca n-are sens sa ies eu din spiritul Craciunului.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sunt fericita. Poate daca nu ma intreba un prieten asta si n-ar fi trebuit sa analizez toate lucrurile, nici macar nu m-as fi prins cat de fericita sunt. Poate nu sunt mai draguta cu oamenii care nu merita, poate nu fac cadouri ca sa le arat unor persoane cat de mult tin la ele, poate nu am renuntat la toate viciile mele, dar sunt fericita asa cum sunt. Asa ca, daca citesti asta, iti multumesc ca mi-ai deschis ochii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tot pe aceasta cale vreau sa-i multumesc si lui Matei pentru cartea extraordinara pe care mi-a dat-o. Meeeeeeeersii mult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Asa. Acum, as vrea sa va urez tuturor un Craciun Fericit si sa vi se indeplineasca toateee dorintele. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                                Si pentru ca tot sunt in spirit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                                                           xoxo, euuuuu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-4292924776033121714?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/4292924776033121714/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2009/12/craciun-fericit.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/4292924776033121714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/4292924776033121714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2009/12/craciun-fericit.html' title='Craciun fericit!!!'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-1018268228456260145</id><published>2009-12-23T18:07:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T20:26:59.779+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='United states of me.'/><title type='text'>End credits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nu stiu ce astepti de la mine. Spune-mi, da-mi macar un indiciu. Da, recunosc, sunt curioasa. Nu-ti promit nimic, vreau doar sa stiu. Doar sa nu-mi ceri iubire. Chiar daca te-as iubi, din moment ce o ceri, s-a dus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uneori, sentimentele pe care le am pentru tine ma sperie chiar si pe mine. Sa fii doar al meu, sa te fac sa suferi, sa pleci, sa te intorci. Sa urli de durerea provocata de dragostea mea. Sa fiu eu si sa fii tu, sa fim doar unul. As face orice pentru tine. Uneori simt ca m-as putea lasa calcata in picioare de oricine, daca asta ar insemna ca te pot avea. As inceta cu toate manipularile, mi-as abandona eul egoist pentru tine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apoi, in urmatoarea zi, te-as uri. Te-as uri asa cum nimeni n-a mai urat vreodata. Te-as renega, mi-as retrage toate promisiunile, as da uitarii toate dorintele noastre si m-as izola in propria nefericire. Singuratatea imi face bine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Imi pare rau pentru asta. Nu vreau sa te induc in eroare. Da, tot ce ti-am spus e adevarat. Dar n-o sa ma cunosti niciodata. N-o sa stii niciodata cand sunt eu si cand sunt cine vreau eu sa fiu. Uneori, cand ma las dusa de val, ma pierd cu totul, uit de mine, iar in corpul meu ajunge fiinta asta foarte diferita de orice as putea fi eu vreodata si extrem de increzatoare in fortele proprii. Crede ca ma poate controla si, pe moment, are dreptate. Dar n-o sa fie niciodata indeajuns de puternica incat sa ma acapareze cu totul. Ma intorc, orice ar fi. Chiar si atunci cand nu-mi doresc, dar trebuie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Orice esec ma ridica si mai mult. Orice refuz ma face sa ard de dorinta. Trebuie sa am ce nu pot avea. Cand obtin lucrurile prea usor nu ma intereseaza. Poate de asta am ajuns in situatia asta cu tine. Daca mi te oferi pe tava, te voi dispretui. Te rog, nu ma face sa te dispretuiesc acum. E prea curand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cu toate astea, te-am amagit. Vezi tu, eu nu pot fi iubita de oricine. Sunt prea multe persoane deodata ca sa pot fi inteleasa de toti. Doar cei care traiesc cu aceeasi intensitate, la extrem, in fiecare zi altcineva, doar ei s-ar putea apropia de eul meu real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Iar maine... maine voi nega tot ce am spus azi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-1018268228456260145?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/1018268228456260145/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2009/12/end-credits.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/1018268228456260145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/1018268228456260145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2009/12/end-credits.html' title='End credits'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-4003143535426205455</id><published>2009-12-19T22:33:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T23:25:12.539+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sa te trezesti la 14:45 nu-ti face ziua mai buna. Clar nu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nu ma prind daca afara ninge sau doar bate vantul si ridica zapada. Cred totusi ca ninge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sunt plina de sclipici (iar). Ma simt ca Tinkerbell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ma enerveaza noptile in care cerul e asa luminat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Top 5: 1. White Lies - You still love him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;            2.  The Xx - Crystalised&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;            3. Kings of Leon - Closer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;            4. White Lies - E.S.T.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;            5. Arctic Monkeys - Crying Lightning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-4003143535426205455?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/4003143535426205455/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2009/12/random.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/4003143535426205455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/4003143535426205455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2009/12/random.html' title='Random.'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-815623273137669106</id><published>2009-12-15T12:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T21:07:16.859+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Oficial iarna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ninge Ninge NINGEEEE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Prima ninsoare din an (ma refer la zapada care sa se depuna) este foarte importanta pentru majoritatea copiilor. Pentru unii semnifica inceperea sezonului de joaca. Gata cu statul in casa, pentru ca afara ploua! Bun venit caciuli, manusi pufoase si bulgari de zapada in fata! Pentru altii, prima zapada poate avea un aspect poate cam superficial. De exemplu, pentru mine inseamna o pereche noua de cizme si deschiderea sezonului de cadouri! De acum ma astept sa primesc cadouri in orice moment. Nu ca pana acum ar fi fost diferit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Asa ca imbracati-va gecile groase, luati-va caciula, manusi si fular, incaltati-va ghetutele in care se presupune ca n-ar trebui sa va intre zapada si iesiti afara la o bulgareala sanatoasa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cei care nu sunteti amatori de violenta fizica deghizata in joaca, asa ca mine, puteti sa va luati noul set de lenjerie cu reni, ultima rochita cumparata, cei mai draguti pantofi si sa iesiti la o cana de vin fiert cu prietenii. Desigur, asta vine cu un bonus, si anume ultimele barfe, pentru ca s-au strans o gramada de cand n-ati mai iesit, din cauza faptului ca ati fost foarte silitori si v-ati tinut serios de scoala. Se stie ca zapada si vinul fiert/ciocalata calda sunt extraordinare la facut timpul sa treaca si lasat cuvintele sa vina. Sa mergem deci sa sarbatorim prima ninsoare si inceputul oficial al iernii. Eu, in alta ordine de idei, imi voi sarbatori si cei 16 ani si o luna. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cam asta ar fi planul meu de azi si ma astept sa fie o zi super. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Distractie placuta si pupici. Ah si bulgareala placuta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Later edit: Am mai descoperit o categorie de oameni pentru care ninsoarea are o cu totul alta conotatie. Soferi de pretutindeni, uniti-va fortele impotriva zapezii!!! Eu una propun sa facem o petitie, adunam semnaturi si facem locuri special amenajate unde sa ninga. In rest fara zapada si implicit gheata si polei. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In alta ordine de idei, m-am tuns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Si ziua asta n-a fost chiar asa super cum anticipasem. C`est la vie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-815623273137669106?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/815623273137669106/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2009/12/oficial-iarna.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/815623273137669106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/815623273137669106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2009/12/oficial-iarna.html' title='Oficial iarna'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-3596688356255013385</id><published>2009-11-28T01:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T01:17:54.249+02:00</updated><title type='text'>multe si nimic</title><content type='html'>nu stiu ce s-a intamplat cu mine in ultimul timp. sunt mult mai fericita decat in orice alta perioada a vietii mele. adica, normal, ma mai intristez, dar imi dau seama destul de repede ca nimic -NIMIIIIC!!!- nu merita ca eu sa fiu suparata. probabil ma ajuta si horoscopul, care-mi zice ceva de venus care a iesit din scorpion si uranus care a intrat sau asa ceva, n-am inteles prea bine, da ideea de baza e ca viata mea e super.&lt;br /&gt;stau mai prost la capitolu 'bani', avand in vedere c-am cheltuit in draci in ultimu timp. ma gandeam eu ca-mi permit, doar de-abia a trecut ziua mea. aparent, nu-mi permiteam chiar atatea, avand in vedere ca no tengo dineros anymore. asta a fost asa, sa-mi etalez calitatile lingvistice, sa nu zic orale.&lt;br /&gt;cu ceva timp  in urma, eu si inca 2 prietene am ajuns la concluzia ca baietii care inseala fete de fapt NU INSEALA! sa va explic: pornim de la un concept simplu, si anume generozitatea. atunci cand dai de la tine, cand imparti ceva, etc. stand si meditand asupra generozitatii unui baiat, am ajuns la concluzia ca atunci cand un baiat este cu mai multe fete, el da de fapt dovada de generozitate. se imparte pe el insusi pentru ca fetele in cauza sa nu sufere dupa el. sa stiti ca de acum cand aflam ca umblati cu mai multe fete in acelasi timp va vom privi cu respectul cuvenit! ce bine ca ne-am dat acu seama de chestia asta si nu am trait toata viata in minciuna!&lt;br /&gt;tot recent am aflat ca sunt cel mai compatibila cu un scorpion, pe care mi-ar placea la nebuie sa-l gasesc. dar se pare ca nu ma pot plange nici de un taur, gemeni sau balanta. imi mai zice si ca sunt foarte fidela, ceea ce stiam deja, evident. se pare ca eu nu sunt chiar asa generoasa... nu stiu cum, am ajuns la defectele zodiei, pe care as dori sa le comentez pt ca mi se par total nejustificate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scorpionii sunt persoane foarte sensibile. De multe ori se simt ranite atunci cand nu este cazul.&lt;/em&gt;  ultima data cand am verificat, sa ai emotii era un lucru bun. da na, acuma voi cititi in stele, nu eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tacticile lor de a obtine ce vor sunt uneori lipsite de scrupule. Nu le pasa de parerea celorlalti.&lt;/em&gt; pentru ca nici celorlalti nu le pasa de parerea altora atunci cand vor sa obtina ceva cu adevarat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Simt ca nu sunt apreciati la justa lor valoare. Cateodata nativii din aceasta zodie sunt foarte aroganti si mandrii.&lt;/em&gt; cam avem de ce sa fim mandrii, ma gandesc eu asa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cand cineva face o nedreptate fata de ei, vor face tot posibilul sa se razbune&lt;/em&gt;. eu personal consider asta o calitate, dar ma rog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Au un comportament violent uneori, iar interesul lor fata de sex este excesiv in unele situatii&lt;/em&gt;. la chestia asta m-a cam bufnit rasu. gen 'cum ziceti voi,ma'. da uite, ca sa nu fiu ipocrita recunosc partea cu violenta ca un defect. si cu interesu fata de sex. adica nu e defect, doar il recunosc si gata. ah da, era sa uit. melodia saptamanii: lady gaga - bad romance. daca mai aud o data partea de inceput, innebunesc. ra ra ah ah ah roma roma mama ga ga ooh la la want your bad romance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-3596688356255013385?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/3596688356255013385/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2009/11/multe-si-nimic.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/3596688356255013385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/3596688356255013385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2009/11/multe-si-nimic.html' title='multe si nimic'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-4952957093478706205</id><published>2009-11-13T19:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T20:18:43.937+02:00</updated><title type='text'>We Walk.</title><content type='html'>Okay, am multe chestii in cap. sunt 1000 de ganduri (gandurile mele,nu ale alora de la praf in ochi) care se invart asa la mine in cap si nu ma lasa in pace.&lt;br /&gt;in primul rand ar fi ca imi plac surprizele. dar nu sa stiu de ele. spre exemplu, vine ziua mea. stiu ca imi cumparati cadou si normal ca vreau sa stiu ce e. adica sunt curioasa, n-am cum sa ma abtin. mie imi plac surprizele pe nepusa masa. adica pur si simplu, intr-o zi cu soare, imi faci o surpriza. nu m-anunti inainte 'hei, vezi ca azi iti fac o surpriza'. mi-o dai si gata! asa ca nu ma mai bateti atata la cap ca de ce vreau sa stiu. uite de aia!&lt;br /&gt;asaaaa, ce-ar mai fi?&lt;br /&gt;ah da. nu vreau sa fac 16 ani. mi se pare c-o sa trebuiasca sa-mi asum raspunderea pt unele chestii care chiaaar nu ma incanta.&lt;br /&gt;mint prea mult in ultima vreme. ar trebui sa ma opresc. serios.&lt;br /&gt;ma enerveaza ca tot ce spun se interpreteaza.&lt;br /&gt;mai era ceva, da am uitat. ah da, regret o groaza de chestii si apoi regret ca le regret. e ciudat. sunt lucruri sau sentimente sau persoane, iar acum regret tot ce s-a intamplat si nu mi se pare normal, pentru ca la un moment dat, erau totul pentru mine. nu mi se pare normal sa le consider acum gresite. imi doresc sa pot sa trec peste tot din trecutul meu si sa le accept asa cum sunt. inca lucrez la asta.&lt;br /&gt;sunt cam trista si din cauza ca EL se saruta cu una oarecare. adica, nu asa trebuia sa se intample. dar hei tu, poti sa-mi ceri numarul oricand!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-4952957093478706205?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/4952957093478706205/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-walk.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/4952957093478706205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/4952957093478706205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-walk.html' title='We Walk.'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-6029947790935078365</id><published>2009-10-27T23:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T22:12:32.205+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Patetic</title><content type='html'>Impreuna cu &lt;a href="http://www.rachel-joanne.blogspot.com/"&gt;raluca&lt;/a&gt; am ajuns la concluzia ca in viata noastra sunt o groaza de lucruri patetice. Sa incepem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- e patetic ca nu te-ai prins de ceea ce era chiar sub nasul tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- e patetic ca, daca totusi te-ai prins, n-ai reactionat in niciun fel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- e patetic ca nu-ti poti lua angajamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- e patetic ceea ce fac in acest moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- e patetic ca ascult in continuare ceea ce-mi zici.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- e patetic ca nu te pot ignora cum mi-as dori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- e patetic modul copilaros in care ma comport cu tine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- e patetic faptul ca-mi pare rau pt asta si nici macar nu vreau sa accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- e patetic tot ce s-a intamplat pana acum si pot sa pun pariu ca va fi patetic tot ce se va intampla de acum incolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- e patetic absolut totul legat de eu si tu pusi unul langa altul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-6029947790935078365?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/6029947790935078365/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2009/10/patetic.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/6029947790935078365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/6029947790935078365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2009/10/patetic.html' title='Patetic'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-5043661879912029593</id><published>2009-10-27T20:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T21:11:46.870+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cea mai proasta fata din lume.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haideti sa va povestesc ceva. Era odata o fata, putin cam complicata. Ea nu era rea, avea un suflet bun, dar lumea o inraise. Trecuse prin multe lucruri care nu erau normale pentru varsta ei si totusi ea nu se folosea de asta ca o scuza pentru lucrurile rele pe care le facea. Era cruda, egoista, sarcastica si lista poate continua. Devenise asa pentru ca invatase ca lumea nu merita ca ea sa fie draguta. Toate bune si frumoase, dar la un moment dat a facut o mareee prostie. S-a indragostit de un baiat. Ma rog, ii placeau mai multi, dar baiatul asta avea ceva deosebit. Nu stia ce, dar simtea pentru el ceva ce nu mai simtise niciodata inainte. Era un amalgam de dragoste si ura, dorinta si repulsie. El era altfel, reprezenta pentru ea o provocare. Majoritatea erau superficiali, nu era nimic de capul lor. El chiar era altfel! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Problema ei era urmatoarea: din partea lui nu venea nimic concret. O dezorienta complet! Azi o placea, maine era ignorant, poimaine se certau de nici nu voiau sa se mai vada. Apoi o luau de la inceput.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dupa un timp, ea s-a hotarat ca el ori nu vrea nimic de la ea, ori nu stie deloc sa-si exprime sentimentele. Ambele variante o intristau la fel de tare. Isi petrecea zilele si noptile plangand si tot plangand. Era foarte trista si nimeni nu stia ce are. La un moment dat, s-a hotarat sa spuna adevarul. Sa spuna ce simte cu adevarat si sa afle daca si el o place sau nu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Intr-o zi cu soare, s-a dus la el si i -a spus tot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sfarsit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-5043661879912029593?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/5043661879912029593/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2009/10/cea-mai-proasta-fata-din-lume.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/5043661879912029593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/5043661879912029593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2009/10/cea-mai-proasta-fata-din-lume.html' title='Cea mai proasta fata din lume.'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-3432228870350937542</id><published>2009-10-22T22:41:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T23:46:15.908+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fericire bla bla bla</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tocmai am terminat de scris o chestie foarte luuunga despre cat de naspa sunteti voi (oamenii) cand va plangeti. de genu 'viata mea e naspa' bla bla. si incheiasem cu 'incercati sa va bucurati mai mult de viata, cu tot ce implica ea'. si apoi mi-am dat seama ca poate voi nu vreti sa fiti fericiti. adica e clar ca va place postura asta de victima din moment ce apelati la ea atat de des. ma rog, ideea e ca poate ar trebui ca eu sa fiu fericita si sa nu-mi pese de voi si de cat va plangeti voi. asa ca in viitor, daca nu e ceva important, nu mai veniti la mine. daca e ceva in legatura cu care eu v-am avertizat si totusi nu m-ati ascultat, nu veniti la mine. n-o sa faceti decat sa inrautatiti situatia, facandu-ma sa zic 'ti-am zis eu'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;deci, daca vreti, va bucurati de viata si lasati regretele la o parte, daca nu...sunteti pe cont propriu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;poate ceea ce s-a intamplat azi m-a facut sa vad lucrurile altfel. ma rog, ati prins ideea. fericire, fericire, fericire. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ah da, maine intram in scorpioooooooon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-3432228870350937542?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/3432228870350937542/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2009/10/fericire-bla-bla-bla.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/3432228870350937542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/3432228870350937542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2009/10/fericire-bla-bla-bla.html' title='Fericire bla bla bla'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-3925549736662222295</id><published>2009-10-14T17:22:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T19:24:57.689+03:00</updated><title type='text'>E.S.T.</title><content type='html'>vara. autostrada. floarea soarelui. fata morgana. masina. mare. dimineata. rasarit. cafea. tigari. costume de baie. soare. somn. tequila. fericire. noapte. dimineata.&lt;br /&gt;ipod. pieptan. haine. ceata. frig. plapuma. paturi. hanorac. ploaie. nori. gri negru bleumarin. neutrogena. uscat. petreceri. zapada. cadouri.&lt;br /&gt;o luna fara o zi. test. plictiseala. invatat. teme. enervant. proasta. somn. bautura. carti. mortii matii. bleah. te urasc. soare.  A+D.  M+B.  A+SP.  M+E.  muzica. mate. negru mov verde. proasta proasta proasta!. psychofreud. vreau. ameteli. amintiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back and forth through my mind behind a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;and the message coming from my eyes says leave it alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-3925549736662222295?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/3925549736662222295/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2009/10/est.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/3925549736662222295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/3925549736662222295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2009/10/est.html' title='E.S.T.'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-8733057138477009642</id><published>2009-10-06T21:57:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T22:18:19.943+03:00</updated><title type='text'>un fel de scuze.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;am realizat ca sunt foarte rea cu oamenii din jurul meu. oameni care &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;n-au&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nicio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vina&lt;/span&gt;. uneori, o fac &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; mod &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;inconstient&lt;/span&gt;. nimic nu &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;multumeste&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;mi s-a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;reprosat&lt;/span&gt; ca sunt '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rautacioasa&lt;/span&gt;, extrem de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sarcastica&lt;/span&gt;, mult prea &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;critica&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;suparata&lt;/span&gt; pe &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;viata&lt;/span&gt;'. serios, nu o fac &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;intentionat&lt;/span&gt;. nu e ca &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; cum &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ma&lt;/span&gt; trezesc &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dimineata&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;si-mi&lt;/span&gt; spun 'azi &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ma&lt;/span&gt; voi comporta &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;urat&lt;/span&gt; cu x, y &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; z.' pur &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; simplu s-au adunat prea multe &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; mine &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt;, ca sa &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ma&lt;/span&gt; simt mai bine, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;razbun&lt;/span&gt; pe cei din jur. spun lucruri &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;adevarate&lt;/span&gt;, dar &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; cel mai &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;urat&lt;/span&gt; mod cu &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;putinta&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;imi&lt;/span&gt; pare tare &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rau&lt;/span&gt; ca &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;comport&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;halu&lt;/span&gt; asta cu &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;niste&lt;/span&gt; oameni pe care &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ii&lt;/span&gt; iubesc, iar ultimul lucru pe care &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;l-as&lt;/span&gt; vrea ar fi ca ei sa sufere. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;totusi&lt;/span&gt;, eu &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ii&lt;/span&gt; fac sa sufere &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; mod constant. a devenit ca o a doua &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;viata&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;nu spun ca problemele mele &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;personale&lt;/span&gt; ar fi o &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_47" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;scuza&lt;/span&gt;, dar faptul ca nu vreau &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_48" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;s-o&lt;/span&gt; mai fac &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_49" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ma&lt;/span&gt; face sa cred ca sunt pe drumul cel bun. poate doar trec &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_50" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;printr-o&lt;/span&gt; perioada mai &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_51" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dificila&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;deci, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_52" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;imi&lt;/span&gt; pare &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_53" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rau&lt;/span&gt;. sper sa &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_54" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_55" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;iertati&lt;/span&gt;, iar eu sa &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_56" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ma&lt;/span&gt; schimb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-8733057138477009642?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/8733057138477009642/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2009/10/un-fel-de-scuze.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/8733057138477009642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/8733057138477009642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2009/10/un-fel-de-scuze.html' title='un fel de scuze.'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-549502629675603670</id><published>2009-10-05T21:28:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T00:00:30.300+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='United states of me.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;nu ma mai privi asa. ma sperii cand faci ochii mari si-ti ridici o spranceana, asteptandu-mi raspunsul. ma simt presata, pusa la zid. stii asta. ti-am zis-o de-atatea ori in momentele noastre de sinceritate excesiva. mi-ai promis ca n-o mai faci, iar in schimb, eu ti-am promis ca n-o sa te mai iubesc la fel de mult. de asta n-ai fost prea incantat, dar ti-am zis ca e atat pentru binele meu, cat si al tau. "tot timpul te pui pe primul loc!" mi-ai reprosat. mi se pare normal, doar n-as considera pe altcineva mai important decat mine. sunt singura in care pot avea cat de cat incredere. bine, nici in mine n-am chiar asa multa incredere, dar sunt eu! ma cunosc si ma descurc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;dar tu? te descurci? ma acuzi ca sunt imatura de fiecare data cand prinzi ocazia. poate ma comport ciudat, poate sunt rasfatata si cer prea multe, dar imatura nu sunt! pot sa gandesc la rece de fiecare data cand tu si restu va pierdeti capul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;te-am vrut atata timp, de ce nu m-ai vrut si tu atunci?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-549502629675603670?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/549502629675603670/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2009/10/nu-ma-mai-privi-asa.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/549502629675603670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/549502629675603670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2009/10/nu-ma-mai-privi-asa.html' title=''/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577177716589063087.post-1595419308516186809</id><published>2009-10-04T00:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T01:00:28.123+03:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;eram hotarata ca primul post sa fie un fel de about me. dar pusa in fata calculatorului, nu-mi venea nimic in minte despre ce-as putea sa spun despre mine. adica, ceva care sa conteze, ceva care sa faca o diferenta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;am primit o propunere, sa scriu despre altcineva: 'despre monica, numai de bine!' poftim, e despre tine acum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577177716589063087-1595419308516186809?l=alternaivee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/feeds/1595419308516186809/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/1595419308516186809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577177716589063087/posts/default/1595419308516186809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alternaivee.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>A♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01723708051123131492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vJiL6lqpLXE/TOj_3WPaJlI/AAAAAAAAAII/7xRZK2CFSPU/S220/Picture%2B084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
