<?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-691766625651697052</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:01:39.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>S Ă N D R U Ţ</title><subtitle type='html'>T R Ă I R I    Ş I    V I S E</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffbyalizza.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691766625651697052/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffbyalizza.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11527899927805070244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrJzEqeUP0M/STqrdUqjppI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xXyC1UtDQYQ/S220/asta!!!.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691766625651697052.post-4206976908058402133</id><published>2009-01-23T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T11:34:02.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aiurea?!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrJzEqeUP0M/SXoanvI-shI/AAAAAAAAAFY/be3d-NTCmVo/s1600-h/capture-the-moment-create-memories-4862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrJzEqeUP0M/SXoanvI-shI/AAAAAAAAAFY/be3d-NTCmVo/s320/capture-the-moment-create-memories-4862.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294573581898789394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pentru tine/voi m`am strofocat eu atat ? pentru un dram de atentie ? pote ca sunt mandra, poate sunt orgolioasa si nu vreau sa mi se vada adevarata fata, o fata care nu e de plastic sau gips care sa opreasca loviturile verbale si non-verbale(de care n`am avut parte inca, sau cel putin nu in fata) ci e o fata de om normal, cu piele si trasaturi omenesti.Ma regasesc in videoclipul ei si te/va regasesc pe tine/voi acolo.Te`ai regasi in ochii mei daca ai vrea.Dar intetiile tale frumoase au apus demult. Au apus in ambitia ta de a`mi distruge visele. E ciudat cum, uneori, am vrea sa dam timpul inapoi, sa ne bucuram de frumusetea timpurilor vechi , ca apoi sa ne plictisim .Pentru ce ne dorim sa dam timpul inapoi cand , daca ne`am gandi mai bine n`am vrea sa schimbam nimic din ce a fost.Bun sau rau.Fara importanta.Te uiti acum intr`un pahar cu apa, la modul in care bulele se sparg si peste o clipa, cand iti muti ochii obositi te gandesti :"oau, acum o clipa m`am uitat in paharul cu apa. A apus si vremea in care ma uitam in paharul cu apa.A trecut timpul.."E atat de aiurea cum mi`as dori acum sa vezi ce e in sufletul meu.E aiurea cat de mult mi`as dori ...mi`as dori atat de multe.Dar ca absolut tot din viata asta : tot...apune.Asa apune Soarele, asa apune Luna dimineata, asa apun frunzele copacilor in sezo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;nul friguros, asa apune apa dintr`un bazin de apa atunci cand ii desfunzi canalizarea.Asa apune si viata unui batran.Asa apun sentimentele.Iar cei ce, odata, candva, intr`un timp necunoscut, le`au manifestat si simtit,devin straini unul fata de celalalt impartind atunci cand se intersecteaza, numai priviri dusmanoase.Sau priviri incarcate de tandrete nutrite pentru cel care nu se mai regaseste in ochii persoanei pe care altadata jura ca "o iubeste"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691766625651697052-4206976908058402133?l=stuffbyalizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffbyalizza.blogspot.com/feeds/4206976908058402133/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=691766625651697052&amp;postID=4206976908058402133' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691766625651697052/posts/default/4206976908058402133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691766625651697052/posts/default/4206976908058402133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffbyalizza.blogspot.com/2009/01/aiurea.html' title='Aiurea?!...'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11527899927805070244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrJzEqeUP0M/STqrdUqjppI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xXyC1UtDQYQ/S220/asta!!!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrJzEqeUP0M/SXoanvI-shI/AAAAAAAAAFY/be3d-NTCmVo/s72-c/capture-the-moment-create-memories-4862.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691766625651697052.post-5289547273421465821</id><published>2009-01-18T11:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T11:45:49.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pentru tine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrJzEqeUP0M/SXOH6yyNo0I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/FKzYTm8EXg0/s1600-h/20051217212657_hands_friends1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrJzEqeUP0M/SXOH6yyNo0I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/FKzYTm8EXg0/s320/20051217212657_hands_friends1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292723431225008962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;tu esti cea cu care am fost dupa bomboane la magazinul galben si ti`a intrat o pietricica de zgura in ochi tocmai pentru ca tu tineai ochii inchisi si eu deschisi dar asa a fst sa fie.tu esti cea cu care l`am cunoscut pe sky si cu care am mancat mere verzi .tu esti cea pe care,dupa perioada naspa de dupa sc generala am considerat`o buna mea prietena.tu esti cea cu care am fugit prin ppopusoi dupa mingea de volei  si dupa gunoaie pe teren si cu care am fotografiat fumul doar pentru a face impresie la proiect si poate doar ca sa primim o nota buna..tu esti cea care stie de vlad ala mai mic decat mine cu doi ani pe care l`am placut in vara examenului de capacitate.tu esti cea care stie ce parere am de toate din clasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; tu esti cea pe care mama o considera "prietena cea mai buna a fiica`mii".tu esti cea care`mi inveseleste dupa amiezile friguroase cand venim de la scoala.tu esti cea care m`a ajutat la chimie.tu esti cea care ma imbratiseaza cand plang si ma mangaie cu mana pe spate ca sa ma linisteasca si sa`mi opreasca lacrimile.tu esti cea la care tip in acelasi timp atunci cand sunt nervoasa si tu nu te superi  ci ma lasi sa ma descarc.tu esti cea care m`a sustinut(si SINGURA !) cand am vrut sa slabesc.tu esti cea care ma invita sa halim inghetata desi eu sunt la dieta.tu esti cea cu care ne batem joc de toti baietii idioti de pe strada.tu esti tot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Si am pus poza asta pentru ca tu , tu scumpa mea,-tu! ai degetele mici:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691766625651697052-5289547273421465821?l=stuffbyalizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffbyalizza.blogspot.com/feeds/5289547273421465821/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=691766625651697052&amp;postID=5289547273421465821' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691766625651697052/posts/default/5289547273421465821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691766625651697052/posts/default/5289547273421465821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffbyalizza.blogspot.com/2009/01/pentru-tine.html' title='pentru tine!'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11527899927805070244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrJzEqeUP0M/STqrdUqjppI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xXyC1UtDQYQ/S220/asta!!!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrJzEqeUP0M/SXOH6yyNo0I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/FKzYTm8EXg0/s72-c/20051217212657_hands_friends1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691766625651697052.post-6091469774287925185</id><published>2009-01-16T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T06:30:50.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dacă aş începe cu tradiţionalul salut aş fi banală.Dacă aş povesti un vis aş fi şi mai banală.Dacă aş începe postarea cu un titlu de genul "DE CE ?"atunci banalitatea mea va fi extrem , extraordinar şi infinit de banală.Aşa că am să încerc să par mai originală. Voi explica tot ca pe o poveste.Voi încerca să omit lucrurile care duc la deprimare. Voi fi blândă, înţelegătoare şi modestă.Voi fi mai atentă la detalii şi la nevoile celorlaţi.Voi fi mai modernă.Mă voi iubi mai mult decât mai înainte.Voi ignora nepăsarea idioţilor care mă scot din pepeni zi de zi.Implicit, îi voi ignora pe ei. Voi fi mai bună.Mai modernă.&lt;br /&gt;oare ?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691766625651697052-6091469774287925185?l=stuffbyalizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffbyalizza.blogspot.com/feeds/6091469774287925185/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=691766625651697052&amp;postID=6091469774287925185' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691766625651697052/posts/default/6091469774287925185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691766625651697052/posts/default/6091469774287925185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffbyalizza.blogspot.com/2009/01/dac-ncepe-cu-tradiionalul-salut-fi.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11527899927805070244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrJzEqeUP0M/STqrdUqjppI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xXyC1UtDQYQ/S220/asta!!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691766625651697052.post-8751254436052471091</id><published>2008-12-31T10:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T10:19:05.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2008, Welcome 2009  "</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrJzEqeUP0M/SVu3LTokrGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/N8pqgNFvkzQ/s1600-h/artificii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrJzEqeUP0M/SVu3LTokrGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/N8pqgNFvkzQ/s320/artificii.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286019992526302306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ahm..azi e ultima zi din an...de fapt, peste 4 ore şi ceva vom intra în anul 2009...e timpul pentru o mică recapitulare: mulţumesc în primul rând Lui Dumnezeu pentru că m-a ţinut sănătoasă încă un an pe mine şi pe ai mei..le mulţumesc părinţilor şi rudelor care m-au sprijinit şi m-au iertat la nevoie, mulţumesc prietenilor adevăraţi pe care îi am , celor care mi-au fost mereu aproape cu un sfat sau cu o vorbă bună şi-mi cer iertare tuturor celor pe care i-am supărat cu intenţie sau fără intenţie.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Urmează un an nou şi ştiu sigur că am de gând să-mi fac planuri, ca şi anul trecut , planuri ce nu vor fi respectate în totalitate.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Astfel , se termină un alt an, o nouă etapă din viaţa mea şi începe un altul...o altă perioadă ..sper eu cu mai multe realizări, fericiri şi prieteni buni.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;La mulţi ani tuturor ! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ne auzim în 2009 ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691766625651697052-8751254436052471091?l=stuffbyalizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffbyalizza.blogspot.com/feeds/8751254436052471091/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=691766625651697052&amp;postID=8751254436052471091' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691766625651697052/posts/default/8751254436052471091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691766625651697052/posts/default/8751254436052471091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffbyalizza.blogspot.com/2008/12/ahm.html' title='Goodbye 2008, Welcome 2009  &quot;'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11527899927805070244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrJzEqeUP0M/STqrdUqjppI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xXyC1UtDQYQ/S220/asta!!!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrJzEqeUP0M/SVu3LTokrGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/N8pqgNFvkzQ/s72-c/artificii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691766625651697052.post-6248805858941217674</id><published>2008-12-25T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T03:02:53.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrJzEqeUP0M/SVNoU--kIyI/AAAAAAAAAFA/jesl-QDV6aM/s1600-h/post-27618-1198573480.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrJzEqeUP0M/SVNoU--kIyI/AAAAAAAAAFA/jesl-QDV6aM/s320/post-27618-1198573480.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283681497547809570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chiar dacă multe din aspectele strămoşeşti ale Sărbătorilor de iarnă au primit altă înfăţişare..încerc să inchid un ochi...şi să privesc cu celălalt frumuseţea care a mai rămas ..Să-mi astup o ureche şi să ascult cu cealaltă  frumuseţea colindelor ...colinde cântate de copii inocenţi, puri nu pentru bani  ci pentru a vedea veselia de pe faţa celor care sunt colindaţi...Pe fiecare blog pe care l-am urmărit în ultima vreme era postată părerea deţinătorului blogului respectiv despre Sărbătorile de iarnă..mai bună..mai rea..şi nu pot decât să aprob sau să neg părerile tuturor..Eu am impresia că zăpada, căzută la mine acasă  exact în seara de Ajun,  a cazut pentru a acoperi mizeria, răutăţile oamenilor...şi atunci când se va topi , toate mârşăviile vor ieşi din nou, la iveală...oare n-ar putea ca totul să fie aşa totdeauna..? închide ochii, simte albul zăpezii cu ochii închişi, simte frigul armonios...auzi în zare colindele cântate de glasul cristalin al copiilor  ... e Sărbătoarea Domnului Iisus Hristos! e Sărbătoarea tuturor...Crăciun fericit ţie !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691766625651697052-6248805858941217674?l=stuffbyalizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffbyalizza.blogspot.com/feeds/6248805858941217674/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=691766625651697052&amp;postID=6248805858941217674' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691766625651697052/posts/default/6248805858941217674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691766625651697052/posts/default/6248805858941217674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffbyalizza.blogspot.com/2008/12/chiar-dac-multe-din-aspectele-strmoeti.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11527899927805070244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrJzEqeUP0M/STqrdUqjppI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xXyC1UtDQYQ/S220/asta!!!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrJzEqeUP0M/SVNoU--kIyI/AAAAAAAAAFA/jesl-QDV6aM/s72-c/post-27618-1198573480.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691766625651697052.post-8903625477050706111</id><published>2008-12-23T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T08:40:10.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>D I A N A merită o nouă viaţă!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrJzEqeUP0M/SVEUYcav7_I/AAAAAAAAAE4/_TpZjQlVd8c/s1600-h/Diana...poza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrJzEqeUP0M/SVEUYcav7_I/AAAAAAAAAE4/_TpZjQlVd8c/s320/Diana...poza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283026248060104690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Când am trecut în clasa a 9 a...mă consideram mare...încetam să mai fiu un copil şi viitorul mi se arata roz.în faţa ochilor..am cunoscut-o pe Dana cu care am ajuns în aceeaşi clasă, la acelaşi profil..era o persoană draăguţă...diferită din toate punctele de vedere de prietenii pe care-i avusesem în gimnaziu.Învăţase la şcoala 10 şi avea 2 prietene: Larisa şi Diana..Pe Larisa am cunoscut-o în prima zi din anul şcolar şi , deasemeni era foarte draguţă şi modestă.Pe Diana nu am cunoscut-o niciodată dar sunt sigur că dacă aş fi cunoscut-o aş fi fost onorată să mă considere prietena ei.Din gura tuturor apropiaţilor ei se aud numai cuvinte de laudă , iar eu...nu am decât să aprob cele spuse ...Diana a fost diagnosticată cu o tumoare malignă la genunchiul stâng, iar în luna ianuarie 2009 este programată la Milano la o operaţie care costă 50000 euro...părinţii ei nu au aceşti bani şi..&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;acum, in preajma Crăciunului avem cu toţii  ocazia sa fim Moş       Crăciunul Dianei, şi nu orice fel de Moş Crăciun, ...ci unul       care aduce in dar o nouă viaţă!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Acum, în preajma Crăciunului, când minunile se       intamplă , înfăptuite de oameni buni !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" class="postbody" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;      Conturi:&lt;br /&gt;   (RON) RO79BRDE280SV28385682800&lt;br /&gt;   (EUR) RO12BRDE280SV28386052800&lt;br /&gt;   (USD) RO08BRDE280SV28386132800&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691766625651697052-8903625477050706111?l=stuffbyalizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffbyalizza.blogspot.com/feeds/8903625477050706111/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=691766625651697052&amp;postID=8903625477050706111' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691766625651697052/posts/default/8903625477050706111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691766625651697052/posts/default/8903625477050706111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffbyalizza.blogspot.com/2008/12/d-i-n-merit-o-nou-via.html' title='D I A N A merită o nouă viaţă!'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11527899927805070244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrJzEqeUP0M/STqrdUqjppI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xXyC1UtDQYQ/S220/asta!!!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrJzEqeUP0M/SVEUYcav7_I/AAAAAAAAAE4/_TpZjQlVd8c/s72-c/Diana...poza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691766625651697052.post-3282696872326014878</id><published>2008-12-15T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T02:48:26.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrJzEqeUP0M/SUZ8rRmLmlI/AAAAAAAAAEs/rkghgG_0038/s1600-h/DSC03372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrJzEqeUP0M/SUZ8rRmLmlI/AAAAAAAAAEs/rkghgG_0038/s320/DSC03372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280044696038251090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="RO"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...Leneşă, mi-am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;luat rucsacul în spinare şi m-am ridicat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;în picioare. Mi-am făcut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;loc printre oameni in autobuzul aglomerat şi..surpriză..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;am întâlnit privirea prietenoasă, dar în acelaşi timp ciudată a unui băiat înalt, cu păr brunet si ochi mari verzi şi strălucitori.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mi-a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;zâmbit şi s-a prefacut că se şterge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;cu un deget în jurul gurii.Da...am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;priceput ironia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;şi imediat m&lt;/span&gt;-am&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;şters cu un şerveţel în locul în care îi rămase ciocolată.Apoi, zâmbitoare, i-am mulţumit.Era frumos ca între atâtea feţe crsipate ale oamenilor care se întorceau obosiţi de la servici la sfârşitul unei alte săptămâni să văd şi un zâmbet...Băiatul cel înalt mi-a aprobat răspunsul&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;aplecând privirea. Apoi, grijuliu&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;m-a lăsat&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;să trec.Autobuzul a plecat grăbit din staţie iar eu, dupa ce mi-am&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;aşezat ştregăreşte şapca albă, am început să merg agale spre străduţa pe care locuieşte&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;bunica .În urma, se simţeau paşi largi si totuşi grei.Am&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;rărit intenţionat pasul ,curioaă,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;iar umbra înaltă a ajuns in dreptul meu .Pe trotuarul uşor umed , în lumina soarelui care apusese aproape de tot, mergeam noi : două umbre linştite.Mi-am&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;întors capul spre dreapta şi ,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;din nou surpriză :&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;băiatul cu ochi strălucitori a reapărut&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;zâmbind prieteneşte.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span lang="RO"&gt;...to be continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691766625651697052-3282696872326014878?l=stuffbyalizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffbyalizza.blogspot.com/feeds/3282696872326014878/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=691766625651697052&amp;postID=3282696872326014878' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691766625651697052/posts/default/3282696872326014878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691766625651697052/posts/default/3282696872326014878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffbyalizza.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11527899927805070244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrJzEqeUP0M/STqrdUqjppI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xXyC1UtDQYQ/S220/asta!!!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrJzEqeUP0M/SUZ8rRmLmlI/AAAAAAAAAEs/rkghgG_0038/s72-c/DSC03372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691766625651697052.post-8592633278484526983</id><published>2008-11-27T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T06:57:47.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>life`z good!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrJzEqeUP0M/SS7g8pezfuI/AAAAAAAAAC0/eNLsf14S0rY/s1600-h/music.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrJzEqeUP0M/SS7g8pezfuI/AAAAAAAAAC0/eNLsf14S0rY/s320/music.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273399546229260002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pentru dimineţile reci cand ascult la mp3, pentru troleibuzele aglomerate, pentru fiecare film nou care ma face sa ma simt bine si pe care`l privesc intruna, fără să mă satur...pentru notele mici pe care le iau uneori, pentru bucăţile mici de ciocolată alba cu care uneori "am voie" să mă delectez, pentru fiecare melodie nouă care ma face să zbor  sufleteşte şi să văd totul-chiar şi pentru o secunda-cu alţi ochi , pentru fiecare petrecere dată, pentru fiecare vizită, pentru fiecare pas, pentru fiecare ceartă, pentru fiecare privire superioară pe care mi`o arunca unele/unii..."privirea manhattan"(vezi "la cumparaturi in rochie de mireasa"-sophie kinsella) pentru fiecare pupic dăruit şi primit, pentru fiecare seară rece in care nu pot decat sa admir luminile "ROGVAIVE" ale oraşului., pentru fiecare privire cu un băiat dragut, pentru fiecare "scuze"pe care mi le cer sau mi le cere altcineva, pentru fiecare barfă, pentru fiecare carte frumoasă, pentru fiecare durere de cap, pentru fiecare supărare, pentru fiecare imbraţişare..pentru tot..ador viaţa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691766625651697052-8592633278484526983?l=stuffbyalizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffbyalizza.blogspot.com/feeds/8592633278484526983/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=691766625651697052&amp;postID=8592633278484526983' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691766625651697052/posts/default/8592633278484526983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691766625651697052/posts/default/8592633278484526983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffbyalizza.blogspot.com/2008/11/lifez-good.html' title='life`z good!!'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11527899927805070244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrJzEqeUP0M/STqrdUqjppI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xXyC1UtDQYQ/S220/asta!!!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrJzEqeUP0M/SS7g8pezfuI/AAAAAAAAAC0/eNLsf14S0rY/s72-c/music.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691766625651697052.post-7438394224510923200</id><published>2008-11-07T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T07:38:59.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stop and stare..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrJzEqeUP0M/SRSJ52-3QZI/AAAAAAAAACc/d_q_dNgzVh4/s1600-h/sweet_16_logo_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrJzEqeUP0M/SRSJ52-3QZI/AAAAAAAAACc/d_q_dNgzVh4/s320/sweet_16_logo_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265985491407683986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E ziua mea.mă opresc în loc şi realizez că vârsta de 16 ani nu`i aşa 'big deal'...mai degrabă mă simt bătrână... am îmbătrânit....oare câte am realizat in anul asta ? câte fapte bune şi câte nedreptati am comis ?? câte am facut în ăştia 16 ani ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691766625651697052-7438394224510923200?l=stuffbyalizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffbyalizza.blogspot.com/feeds/7438394224510923200/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=691766625651697052&amp;postID=7438394224510923200' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691766625651697052/posts/default/7438394224510923200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691766625651697052/posts/default/7438394224510923200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffbyalizza.blogspot.com/2008/11/stop-and-stare.html' title='stop and stare..'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11527899927805070244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrJzEqeUP0M/STqrdUqjppI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xXyC1UtDQYQ/S220/asta!!!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrJzEqeUP0M/SRSJ52-3QZI/AAAAAAAAACc/d_q_dNgzVh4/s72-c/sweet_16_logo_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691766625651697052.post-1327594737564373463</id><published>2008-10-25T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T07:31:37.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>give me wings..and i`ll fly..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrJzEqeUP0M/SQNY48DpfDI/AAAAAAAAACU/vAUxx9qXI30/s1600-h/prayer2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrJzEqeUP0M/SQNY48DpfDI/AAAAAAAAACU/vAUxx9qXI30/s320/prayer2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261146524916218930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;.azi e ziua in care imi reincarc bateriile prin mai putina veselie..azi e ziua cand retraiesc cu mandrie clipele in care am facut bine si imi plec capul , rusinata pentru putinele , dar in acelasi timp multele greseli si marsavii pe care le`am facut uneori, unora..mda..sunt foarte modesta -dar doar cand imi convine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;azi e ziua cand zbor pana la stele si`mi amintesc cu zambetul larg pe buze de clipele dulci , pline de iubire.. clipe dulci..dar foarte putine..poate pentru ca nu le merit...astazi...astazi vreau sa plec departe..sa dorm pe un nor..sa nu am griji..sa`mi fie bine..sa am iubire...cu carul...sa iau in palme luna....sa ma plimb cu barca ..sa citesc..sa ascult muzica..toate in acelasi timp...zbor..zbor spre fericire cu elicopterul melancoliei si regretului..azi..nu ma mandresc cu mai mult decat cu ceea ce am...nu am multe..dar am imaginatie..cea care le impreuneaza pe toate..ca impreunarea palmelor spre rugaciune..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691766625651697052-1327594737564373463?l=stuffbyalizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffbyalizza.blogspot.com/feeds/1327594737564373463/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=691766625651697052&amp;postID=1327594737564373463' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691766625651697052/posts/default/1327594737564373463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691766625651697052/posts/default/1327594737564373463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffbyalizza.blogspot.com/2008/10/give-me-wingsand-ill-fly.html' title='give me wings..and i`ll fly..'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11527899927805070244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrJzEqeUP0M/STqrdUqjppI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xXyC1UtDQYQ/S220/asta!!!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrJzEqeUP0M/SQNY48DpfDI/AAAAAAAAACU/vAUxx9qXI30/s72-c/prayer2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691766625651697052.post-3293304189847662780</id><published>2008-10-24T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T09:16:58.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>live for the moment..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stonewisdom.com/images/soft_light_151%20cpyrght500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://www.stonewisdom.com/images/soft_light_151%20cpyrght500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Cat e de dureroasa lipsa cuiva drag...de`abia astept sa vina acasa..sa ma bucur din nou de micile certuri cu el..sa ma mustre..sa`mi dea bunatati...sa ma imbratiseze..sa ma duca cu masina in statie.mi`e dor e el..de parintele meu..poate ca sunt inca mic copil si nu vad lucrurile cum vad altii..asa consider eu: parintii nostri sunt model in viata..noi nu trebuie sa fim nici ca ei si nici sa nu fim ei..trebuie sa avem ceva unic, dar in acelasi timp sa daruim copiilor nostri intelegerea de care dau ei dovada in timpul asta..cel putin vb de parintii mei, fara sa pun la socoteala rautatea celorlalti parinti, care , daca nu`si iubesc copii...nu se pot numi altfel decat ...neoameni..nici animal nu pot sa zic..caci stim cu totii ca si pana o pisica isi iubeste puiul...in concluzie..trebuie pretuiti...daca incerci sa te astepti la mai putin de la viata, sperand astfel sa eviti dezamagirile, atunci, niciodata nu vei sti de ceea ce  iti poate oferi..lasa din trecut sa fie prezente doar amintirile placute, viitorul sa`l astepti cu speranta si cu bratele deschise...iar prezentul...despre prezent..recomand un singur lucru : traieste clipa !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691766625651697052-3293304189847662780?l=stuffbyalizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffbyalizza.blogspot.com/feeds/3293304189847662780/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=691766625651697052&amp;postID=3293304189847662780' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691766625651697052/posts/default/3293304189847662780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691766625651697052/posts/default/3293304189847662780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffbyalizza.blogspot.com/2008/10/live-for-moment.html' title='live for the moment..!'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11527899927805070244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrJzEqeUP0M/STqrdUqjppI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xXyC1UtDQYQ/S220/asta!!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691766625651697052.post-3656969483921329122</id><published>2008-07-25T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T04:07:42.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oare?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Cateodata stau si ma holbez la luna d p geam...se intelege ca noaptea...si atunci imi dau seama cat de mult mi`as dori sa pot sa merg pe luna..cred ca dorinta mea provine si din faptul ca par a fi nascuta pe luna..:|da..sunt debila..alteori..cand revizuiesc blogul ma gandesc si eu ce impresie si`ar face cei care`l citesc..una proasta sau una buna..oare?...chiar nu stiu raspunsul?..ba da il stiu..recunosc..dar nu am voie sa`l dezvalui...cert e ca acum gandurile imi strabat km intregi pe stazile intortocheate ale creierului..vreau la mare!..:(ploaia masii!x(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691766625651697052-3656969483921329122?l=stuffbyalizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffbyalizza.blogspot.com/feeds/3656969483921329122/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=691766625651697052&amp;postID=3656969483921329122' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691766625651697052/posts/default/3656969483921329122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691766625651697052/posts/default/3656969483921329122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffbyalizza.blogspot.com/2008/07/oare.html' title='oare?!'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11527899927805070244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrJzEqeUP0M/STqrdUqjppI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xXyC1UtDQYQ/S220/asta!!!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691766625651697052.post-725627752533891856</id><published>2008-07-17T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T09:23:41.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vise?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrJzEqeUP0M/STq0-KmLR8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/H4ZWVWXwwj4/s1600-h/dreams_default.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrJzEqeUP0M/STq0-KmLR8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/H4ZWVWXwwj4/s320/dreams_default.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276728893507323842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heei..de ceva timp incerc sa mi astern visele pe care le-am avut din ultimele zile..pana acum..toate imi mergeau prost...visam totdeauna urat...ma certam cu toti si cel mai naspa lucru..e ..ca...sufeream pentru el..mda..chiar daca nu ar fi trebuit,deoarece eu..cica,   renuntasem sa ma mai gandesc la tampenii fara rost...8-|...din nou au revenit fluturasii in stomac...oare de ce nu a stat el cuminte? din moment ce eu am incercat prin toate metodele sa`l indepartez...asta e...incheind aceasta editare....visul a fost ca alergam intr-o padure..(cred ca incercam sa slabesc:)))si am intalnit doi tipi draguti..desi nu le-am acordat prea mare atentie..soarta a dat sa-l vad din nou pe cel mai scump din amandoi...la capatul padurii..am dat de o priveliste uimitoare..cred k,dupa cum lumina soarelui batea spre peisajul respectiv...si totul parea ca si cum ar fi fost piramidele din egipt..tin minte ca,de frica m`am ascuns dupa un pom..si apoi l-am vazut pe el...mergand pe bicicleta si indreptandu-se spre locul unde alergam eu inainte...si cand ma gandesc ca tot peisajul ala era alcatuit de niste masini stricate si de groapa de gunoi...:|mda..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691766625651697052-725627752533891856?l=stuffbyalizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffbyalizza.blogspot.com/feeds/725627752533891856/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=691766625651697052&amp;postID=725627752533891856' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691766625651697052/posts/default/725627752533891856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691766625651697052/posts/default/725627752533891856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffbyalizza.blogspot.com/2008/07/vise.html' title='vise?!'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11527899927805070244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrJzEqeUP0M/STqrdUqjppI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xXyC1UtDQYQ/S220/asta!!!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UrJzEqeUP0M/STq0-KmLR8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/H4ZWVWXwwj4/s72-c/dreams_default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-691766625651697052.post-2709012874843241310</id><published>2008-07-02T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T10:01:44.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bla bla bla...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrJzEqeUP0M/STq9-G-SNfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/FdfHnFjEXuI/s1600-h/what_we_are_image.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrJzEqeUP0M/STq9-G-SNfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/FdfHnFjEXuI/s320/what_we_are_image.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276738788139349490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Hei...salutare tuturor bloggerilor...cred ca asta e prima data cand imi expun toate gandurile pe o pagina web sau mai bine zis pe un blog...cu ce sa incep...cu descrierea personalitatii mele vulcanice?sau cu viata mea care alterneaza intre bine si rau?cu faptul ca m-am saturat de minciuni si promisiuni false?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;Deci..ma numesc alexandra...am 16 ani...bine nu impliniti dar...sa zicem ca "merg"pe 16 ani..locuiesc la casa...si mi se pare o tampenie...adica..uneori imi doresc sa fi stat intr-un apartament...sa nu fiu nevoita de fiecare data cand ma duc la scoala sa ma trezesc foarte devreme...dar uneori imi place unde locuiesc pentru ca am unde sa ma plimb...sa ma relaxez mai bine si toate alea....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;O singura chestie cred ca ma deranjeaza si anume faptul ca am niste vecini "foarte amabili"care fac scandal de fiecare data cand au ocazia...si cert e ca m-am cam saturat de ei...plus ca...pentru faptul ca au o "droaie"de caini adunati in jurul casei,eu nu am voie sa am si eu o pisica adica animalul pe care il iubesc cel mai mult...am avut multe pisici la viata mea si toate au sfarsit prin a disparea sau a fi sfasiate de cainii "iubitilor"mei vecini...si acum...cand credeam ca totul se va termina in curand...(cainii s-au cam "imputinat")speram si eu ca voi putea sa aduc un pisoi frumos caruia sa-i daruiesc toata dragostea mea...insa bineinteles ca nu poate fi asa cum imi doresc eu de fiecare data..tocmai am fost sa-i cumpar paine bunicii si undeva,langa casa darapanata a unui fost-vecin erau adunate vreo cinci pisicute mici si neajutorate....asa de tare imi doream sa pot sa iau si eu una acasa..mai ales ca tata imi spusese ca va face tot posibilul ca sa pot si eu sa am o pisica...de altfel m-am hotarat sa-l sun imediat ce ajung acasa caci e plecat la o sedinta de consiliu...asa ca intai am sunat-o pe mama care mi-a dat voie numai daca ma lasa si tata....nu de alta dar trebuie sa le cer voie parintilor...sa fac tot ce spun ei..si cert e ca m-am cam saturat...apoi lam sunat pe tata care a inceput sa-mi faca morala si sa-mi spuna ca e mai important acum sa avem pui de gaina(care tocmai au iesit)decat pui de pisica care poate sa ii manance....acum imi dau seama cat de bine ar fi fost daca as fi locuit la un apartament..as fi putut sa am pisica fara sa-mi pese de cainii vecinilor sau de puii aia de gaina blestemati care la un moment dat o sa-mi faca capul calendar cu cotcodacelile lor idioate....acum nu mai conteaza de altel dar sunt sigura ca nu o sa mai am niciodata pisica atata timp cat locuiesc cu parintii mei...daca e interzis pana si a avea un pisoi atunci nu ma mai mira celelalte interdictii....cam atat pe azi...cel putin pentru acum....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/691766625651697052-2709012874843241310?l=stuffbyalizza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffbyalizza.blogspot.com/feeds/2709012874843241310/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=691766625651697052&amp;postID=2709012874843241310' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691766625651697052/posts/default/2709012874843241310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/691766625651697052/posts/default/2709012874843241310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffbyalizza.blogspot.com/2008/07/bla-bla-bla.html' title='bla bla bla...'/><author><name>Sandra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11527899927805070244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='11' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrJzEqeUP0M/STqrdUqjppI/AAAAAAAAAD0/xXyC1UtDQYQ/S220/asta!!!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrJzEqeUP0M/STq9-G-SNfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/FdfHnFjEXuI/s72-c/what_we_are_image.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
