<?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-7898316862226233103</id><updated>2012-01-14T13:01:37.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Litere amestecate.</title><subtitle type='html'>Banalitatile unui adolescent.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-1152386521803346826</id><published>2012-01-12T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T14:10:26.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DA!</title><content type='html'>Daca va intrebati ce-si poate dori o fata normala la 18 ani, ati gresit blogul.&lt;br /&gt;Eu va voi arata ce-mi doresc eu la 18 ani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxLhjHfsxIE/Tw9QH6QEBtI/AAAAAAAAALQ/5OYhc35wa1w/s1600/674952960157102146177576-6248041-700_700.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxLhjHfsxIE/Tw9QH6QEBtI/AAAAAAAAALQ/5OYhc35wa1w/s320/674952960157102146177576-6248041-700_700.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Astea fiind spuse:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.okazii.ro/catalog/64491927/joc-jocuri-pe-televizor-terminator-.html#galerie"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;http://www.okazii.ro/catalog/64491927/joc-jocuri-pe-televizor-terminator-.html#galerie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da, da, da: terminator. Cum in copilarie am batut prea mult tenesii afara nu mi-au mai luat ai mei joc pt tv pt ca mereu eram cu dosul in groapa de nisip sau jucam ascunselea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evident ca acest&amp;nbsp;cadou ar fi perfect alaturi de un set de......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okazii.ro/catalog/43402842/12-casete-joc-pe-televizor-terminator-clona-nes-.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;http://www.okazii.ro/catalog/43402842/12-casete-joc-pe-televizor-terminator-clona-nes-.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GDhIuPn0Las/Tw9R1bW1x8I/AAAAAAAAALY/u2_xZS6K-Fw/s1600/247058146-4054395-700_700.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GDhIuPn0Las/Tw9R1bW1x8I/AAAAAAAAALY/u2_xZS6K-Fw/s320/247058146-4054395-700_700.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;evident, discheteeeeeeee!! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;De cateva zile tot ma gandesc ca noi suntem printre ultimile generatii cu o copilarie adeverata. Cu iesiri in fata blocului cu cheia de gat, cand mama urla de la balcon sa intru in casa. Si daca nu intram rapid, iesea la scara si atunci panicaaa. Cand ne enervam pe masinile care treceau ca ne stricau jocul de sotron sau elasticul...heheee. Si cat m-am mai chinuit eu sa invat sa sar coarda. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7898316862226233103-1152386521803346826?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/1152386521803346826/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2012/01/da.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/1152386521803346826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/1152386521803346826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2012/01/da.html' title='DA!'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxLhjHfsxIE/Tw9QH6QEBtI/AAAAAAAAALQ/5OYhc35wa1w/s72-c/674952960157102146177576-6248041-700_700.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-5641546449858862178</id><published>2011-11-26T15:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T15:27:03.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y7lUZ1Z4MR4/TtF1mfxRpAI/AAAAAAAAALI/EJWfzsJHkFs/s1600/beautiful-blond-surfer-boy-with-curly-hair.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y7lUZ1Z4MR4/TtF1mfxRpAI/AAAAAAAAALI/EJWfzsJHkFs/s320/beautiful-blond-surfer-boy-with-curly-hair.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iubitul meu perfect:&lt;br /&gt;- cel care poarta tenisi sau bascheti;&lt;br /&gt;- cel care poarta tricouri largi si hanorace colorate si haioase;&lt;br /&gt;- cel care indiferent de situatie apeleaza la jeansi;&lt;br /&gt;- cel care poarta bratari din ata;&lt;br /&gt;- cel care isi face freza nefacuta;&lt;br /&gt;- cel care nu sta jumatate de zi sa se gandeasca cum se imbraca;&lt;br /&gt;- cel care in cateva minute ma poate face sa rad;&lt;br /&gt;- cel care ma face sa plang cu un motiv serios si foarte rar;&lt;br /&gt;- cel care stie sa se lase alintat;&lt;br /&gt;- cel care are incredere in mine;&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu in ultimul rand: cel ce nu se schimba ca vantul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="233" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LPrQtqqLVHI" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7898316862226233103-5641546449858862178?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/5641546449858862178/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2011/11/perfect.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/5641546449858862178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/5641546449858862178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2011/11/perfect.html' title='Perfect'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y7lUZ1Z4MR4/TtF1mfxRpAI/AAAAAAAAALI/EJWfzsJHkFs/s72-c/beautiful-blond-surfer-boy-with-curly-hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-683930674465564962</id><published>2011-11-11T04:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T05:02:05.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Te iubesc. Sau nu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MiWnpu5ybOM/Tr0cvt9BaRI/AAAAAAAAALA/AefDEE344_0/s1600/Lovers_2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MiWnpu5ybOM/Tr0cvt9BaRI/AAAAAAAAALA/AefDEE344_0/s1600/Lovers_2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pentru ca nu am mai postat de ceva timp pe blog, m-am gandit sa o fac astazi. Daca tot e frig si in casa bine, de ce sa nu mai arunc cateva vorbe aici. Si voi incepe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunt curioasa cati dintre pustanii/pustoaicele de 17-18 ani stiu sa spuna si pot sa spuna persoanei iubite cu adevarat "Te iubesc."? Cati au stat sa analizeze aceste doua cuvinte care pot da sperante sau chiar iluzii.&lt;br /&gt;Am observat cu foarte multa tristete ca de ceva vreme daca iubitul are un BMW X6 e clar, "te iubesc." Ce-si poate dori mai mult o fata? Daca baiatul are bani, are masina, arata bine la exterior [pt ca stim ca interiorul nu e ceea ce pare] este baiatul *perfect*.&lt;br /&gt;Te iubesc! Multe o spuneti superficial, o spuneti la minut, o spuneti...ca sa fie spusa.&lt;br /&gt;Baiatul perfect? Mai nou consta in valoarea lui materiala si cat de *bazat* este. Consta in ... exteriorul de plastic.&lt;br /&gt;Incercati sa faceti o comparatie cu vremurile "vechi". Nu era mai dragut cand baiatul isi declara dragostea intr-un biletel ascuns bine in ghiozdanul fetei? Cand ii aducea o floare furata din gradina cuiva dar facea gestul pentru ca isi dorea fata din tot sufletul? Cand nu consta totul in sex si bani?&lt;br /&gt;Poate par de moda veche, imposibila sau chiar ipocrita. Multi o sa spuna gen: "sti prea bine ca ti-ar surade un tip cu masina, bani si frumusete exterioara." Pentru ce la varsta asta? De ce sa nu profiti de iubirea "copilareasca" atunci cand trebuie si cand poti. De ce sa ne gandim de acum la bani, la fitze si la toate porcariile astea?&lt;br /&gt;Viata pare scurta dar nu este. Trebuie traita frumos si trebuie sa profiti de fiecare etapa a dezvoltarii tale.&lt;br /&gt;De ce sa sarim de la sotron la BMW'ul de fitze?&lt;br /&gt;Si de cand dragostea inseamna doar un banal tinut de mana si un "te iubesc." la fel de banal ca ora de mate?&lt;br /&gt;Dragostea nu mai inseamna intalniri pe ascuns in parc la banca "voastra", nu mai inseamna jocurile copilaresti dintre voi, nu mai inseamna ca era defapt candva. Inseamna doar atractie fizica si materiala. Pacat. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comentarii? Pro/contra? Astept cu mare drag dar cu argumentari. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="233" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TXW6nXfXXzU" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7898316862226233103-683930674465564962?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/683930674465564962/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2011/11/te-iubesc-sau-nu.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/683930674465564962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/683930674465564962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2011/11/te-iubesc-sau-nu.html' title='Te iubesc. Sau nu?'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MiWnpu5ybOM/Tr0cvt9BaRI/AAAAAAAAALA/AefDEE344_0/s72-c/Lovers_2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-7400963689909340128</id><published>2011-10-01T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T08:48:39.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pentru ca, deoarece si fiindca ... intelegeti voi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EoJOgKFPBMQ/Tod1ZF3I2VI/AAAAAAAAAK4/jyXjDNvGH8E/s1600/Bored_Face_by_Krasus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EoJOgKFPBMQ/Tod1ZF3I2VI/AAAAAAAAAK4/jyXjDNvGH8E/s320/Bored_Face_by_Krasus.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pentru ca&lt;/b&gt; mi s-a acrit de genul asta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deoarece&lt;/b&gt; asa a fost mereu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fiindca&lt;/b&gt; asa sunt unii oameni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I know, I know. Nu am mai postat de mult si iar incep cu postari fara logica, fara sens, fara ... . In fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dupa cum spuneam &lt;b&gt;mi s-a acrit&lt;/b&gt; de genul asta de persoane. Care zic ceva si fac altceva. Care se dau ce nu sunt. Care fac ce nu pot sa faca. &lt;b&gt;Care ...&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;intelegeti voi&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;De ce mi s-a acrit?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;u&gt;Deoarece&lt;/u&gt; asa a fost mereu. Mereu au fost unii care au crezut ca poa' sa aiba ultimul cuvant. Care au crezut ca daca sunt si daca fac chiar sunt si fac. &lt;b&gt;Care ... intelegeti voi&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;De ce au fost asa mereu?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&amp;nbsp;Fiindca&lt;/u&gt; asa sunt unii oameni. Le place sa dea din gura degeaba. Le place sa se afirme.&lt;b&gt; Le place sa ... intelegeti voi.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce o postare ca asta? Pentru ca am nervi, pentru ca vreau sa ma descarc, pentru ca este blogul meu si &lt;u&gt;pentru ca&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt; ... intelegeti voi&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sau daca nu intelegeti ... va prefaceti.&lt;br /&gt;Daca nu puteti sa va prefaceti ... atunci PRAF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Intr-o singura propozitie: MI S-A ACRIT BA DE VOI ASTIA CU PLISCU' MARE CARE ZICETI DAR NU ZICETI SI DUPA VA COTITI! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7898316862226233103-7400963689909340128?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/7400963689909340128/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2011/10/pentru-ca-deoarece-si-fiinda-intelegeti.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/7400963689909340128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/7400963689909340128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2011/10/pentru-ca-deoarece-si-fiinda-intelegeti.html' title='Pentru ca, deoarece si fiindca ... intelegeti voi'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EoJOgKFPBMQ/Tod1ZF3I2VI/AAAAAAAAAK4/jyXjDNvGH8E/s72-c/Bored_Face_by_Krasus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-4034863886459877244</id><published>2011-09-16T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:26:06.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okapi tati, again!</title><content type='html'>Pentru ca sunt in extaz, pentru ca este ora 03:10 dimineata si pentru ca ascult Okapi m-am gandit sa scriu o postare noua legata despre o parte din R.M.A.&lt;br /&gt;Ca sa las ce-i mai bun la urma o sa incep cu ce nu mi-a placut.&lt;br /&gt;1. prezentatoarea care dupa orice cuvant adauga litera "a". Voltaj-a, Fly Project-a, Deepside Deejays-a.&lt;br /&gt;2. publicul parca mort, parca lesinat, parca nevenit. atat de multa muzica buna de cantat, de urlat, de dansat si eu stat ca momaile.&lt;br /&gt;Ce mi-a placut. Pai ia uite acilea:&lt;br /&gt;1. Okapi. Okapi. Okapi. - incepand de la simpla lor prezentaaaa ... -&lt;br /&gt;2. Spike. Da, recunosc, am ramas ca o musca lipita pe tavan cand l-am vazut ca intra pe scena si DA, mi-a placut.&lt;br /&gt;3. Band-ul din spatele lor. Eram cu ochii doar pe tobosar incercand sa mai fur cate ceva. Deh, daca mi-au trebuit tobe acum trag cu ochii pe la altii. :D&lt;br /&gt;4. Noile melodii ale lor. Toate bune, toate faine, toate vor fii evident invatate de mine pe de rost.&lt;br /&gt;5. Show'ul per total facut de ei. Energia din ei si starea de spirit.&lt;br /&gt;6. Mi-a placut ca mi-a placut sa-mi placa ca-i plac pe toti ca-s geniali de placubili. [nu intrebati]&lt;br /&gt;In the end ... OKAPI TATIIII!&lt;br /&gt;Si da, da, da, noroc ca a fost R.M.A in seara asta pentru ca acum ma simt mult mai bine pentru ca mi-am vazut favoritii iar starea de nervi e aproape over. :D&lt;br /&gt;si da' final .... za melodie biaatch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="400" height="233" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/059Oz9nVeXs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7898316862226233103-4034863886459877244?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/4034863886459877244/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2011/09/okapi-tati-again.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/4034863886459877244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/4034863886459877244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2011/09/okapi-tati-again.html' title='Okapi tati, again!'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/059Oz9nVeXs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-6796652124126630643</id><published>2011-08-10T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T15:18:14.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Concert Compact</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ed53E2KzAUw/TkMDdWUtOrI/AAAAAAAAAKw/48r7SlQxa9w/s1600/tobe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ed53E2KzAUw/TkMDdWUtOrI/AAAAAAAAAKw/48r7SlQxa9w/s320/tobe.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi iubesc jobul. Am mai spus si o repet. Il iubesc pentru ca am un program genial, il iubesc pentru ca este la teatru + concerte si il iubesc pentru ca:&lt;br /&gt;Astazi au cantat trupa Compact. Pe care ii iubesc, de asemenea. Si sa incep lauda aka povestire.&lt;br /&gt;Stateam frumos la o tigara afara cand sefu' imi spune: "Adrina, stingi tigara IMEDIAT si vi cu mine."&lt;br /&gt;Eivdent ca panicata am fugit spre el. La care adauga: "Te duci frumos pe scena si te asezi la tobe."&lt;br /&gt;Ok, wtf?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;Se duce el la sunet si ma pune sa incep sa bat in tobe ca sa regleze tot. Evident ca nebuna de mine incep sa bat ritmul si sa ma simt bine, cand aud un: bati odata si lent.&lt;br /&gt;Okeeei. :(&lt;br /&gt;Termina el de reglat tot, apar Lelut si Adi care evident ca mi-au observat fatza mega-giga entuziasmata.&lt;br /&gt;Plec la casierie, trista, dezamagita ca mi-am terminat "showul".&lt;br /&gt;Pleaca si baietii la masa dar apare Poka, colega mea de munca. Ne ducem amandoua pe scena sa aranjam niste scaune...dar nu rezistam tentatiei. Incepe Poka sa bata usurel in tobe, dar o dau jos si ma pun eu.&lt;br /&gt;Incep sa bat in tobe cu ... cu tot sentimentul din mine pe melodia "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gQvHoEIlTH4"&gt;I got my mind set on you"&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;. Poka imi spune: "Adrina, hai sa mergem." Eu, nu, ca mai voiam. Cand se deschide usa mare si apar din nou Lelut si Adi care se pare ca au fost treziti de ritmul fantastic de dat dracu' din mine.&lt;br /&gt;Sar de la tobe jos, instant ca nessul si spun: "Eu nu am batut la tobe, a fost o iluzie. :D "&lt;br /&gt;Ce-i drept, a fost o seara super faina, un concert de neuitat, niste tobe exceptionale si tooot perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa le multumesc celor de la Compact ca nu s-au suparat ca le-am futizat tobele, sefului meu ca m-a trimis pe scena sa-mi descarc energia si nu in ultimul rand imi multumesc mie ca sunt o artista data dracu', nerecunoscuta national si international. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7898316862226233103-6796652124126630643?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/6796652124126630643/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2011/08/concert-compact.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/6796652124126630643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/6796652124126630643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2011/08/concert-compact.html' title='Concert Compact'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ed53E2KzAUw/TkMDdWUtOrI/AAAAAAAAAKw/48r7SlQxa9w/s72-c/tobe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-1904014881378843896</id><published>2011-07-12T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T14:01:51.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baietii e niste ... sau sunt?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p2N1xdOVwO8/Thy2Nab_zoI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5BJrIbTSYZw/s1600/Entangled200025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="193" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p2N1xdOVwO8/Thy2Nab_zoI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5BJrIbTSYZw/s320/Entangled200025.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Postarea de astazi nu va fii pe placul persoanelor de sex masculin, dar asta este, imi asum si riscul acesta.&lt;br /&gt;Intrebare [pentru fete]: de cate ori v-ati uitat la baiatul din fata voastra si v-ati zis in gand: "este sublim, este perfect, il vreau mereu langa mine, el este tot ce-mi doresc." ?&lt;br /&gt;Raspuns: de foarte multe ori.&lt;br /&gt;Si mie mi s-a intamplat. De asemenea, de foarte multe ori. Dar mi-am dat seama de o un lucru: ajungi sa-l placi pe tip, sa vorbiti, va intelegeti si va certati. E, si atunci e atunci. In momentul respectiv deschizi ochii si realizezi ca baiatul pe care l-ai idolatrizat pana acum, care ai crezut ca va fii "jumatatea" ta este defapt un alt fir de iarba de pe un camp imens. Un nimic, un oarecare fara caracter. O frunza-n vant.&lt;br /&gt;In momentele alea, da, iti vine sa-ti dai pumni in cap, palme peste ceafa si tot tacamul.&lt;br /&gt;Dar...exista si un dar! Nu mai bine privim latura aia mai intunecata, mai "kinky" [sa-l citez pe Sergiu]?&lt;br /&gt;Un one night stand nu strica. Prieteni cu beneficii? O veselie. Pentru ce sa te mai complici intr-o relatie cand tu ii spui respectivului: "Te iubesc si te ador, ca pe un pui de curca chior." dar te uiti dupa altii?&lt;br /&gt;Nu este "the easy way" sa fii ca o "albina" din "floare in floare"?&lt;br /&gt;Ia priviti voi si din aspectul asta. Cum spunea si &lt;a href="http://casameadelamare.blogspot.com/"&gt;Iuliana&lt;/a&gt; pe &lt;a href="http://casameadelamare.blogspot.com/2011/07/conceptiiperceptiifiti-tarimandre-si.html"&gt;blogul ei&lt;/a&gt;. O tipa e curva daca si-o trage cu mai mult de 5. In schimb, un tip e gigolo, smecher si alte cele.&lt;br /&gt;Acum astept cu drag pareri din partea voastra fetelor. Sunteti sau nu de acord cu ce am palavragit eu aici?&lt;br /&gt;Pana data viitoare, va urez sa fiti mandre de voi mereu si sa nu va fie rusine cu cine sunteti si ce faceti.&lt;br /&gt;O seara placuta.&lt;br /&gt;PS: multumesc &lt;b&gt;Penny&lt;/b&gt; pentru inspiratie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="257" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VBmMU_iwe6U" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="330" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/f26Qzp_0zns" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7898316862226233103-1904014881378843896?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/1904014881378843896/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2011/07/baietii-e-niste-sau-sunt.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/1904014881378843896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/1904014881378843896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2011/07/baietii-e-niste-sau-sunt.html' title='Baietii e niste ... sau sunt?'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p2N1xdOVwO8/Thy2Nab_zoI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5BJrIbTSYZw/s72-c/Entangled200025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-6425306004398061947</id><published>2011-06-23T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T11:31:10.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R.A.T.C suge grav. :)</title><content type='html'>Am fost si eu azi, ca "sateanca" sa zic asa, in judet, in grandiosul oras Constanta pe care pur si simplu il iubesc. Cel mai mare regret al meu e ca nu m-am nascut in Constanta. Si vorbesc serios.&lt;br /&gt;Dar...&lt;br /&gt;Ma duc eu frumos in Tomis Mall sa-mi cumpar cate ceva si la plecare ma duc in statia din zona cu teatrul Fantazio. Intelegeti voi. Ma urc frumos in autobuz. Abia porneste. Scot biletul din geanta dar cand sa-l bag in perforator o chestie imensa cu doua maini mi-l smulge. Se prezinta a fi o duduie de la R.A.T.C si incepe sa-si bata chistocu' de mine zicand ca: eu ma lafaiam in autobuz si nu aveam de gand sa compostez biletul, ca ma lafaiam cu biletul in mana si cand am vazut-o pe ea m-am dus sa-l perforez. Si alte balarii de-mi venea sa o scuip in cap.&lt;br /&gt;Evident ca opreste la gara, ma duce la dispecerat si imi cere datele. Eu ii explic cu frumosul: doamna, sunt din Mangalia, nu ma ajuta cu nimic un bilet acolo unde in 10 minute faci o tura de oras in pas de plimbare. Dar ea nimic: batman, batman.&lt;br /&gt;Apelez la varianta a doua: incep sa plang. Incepe sa tipe la mine ca ma zmiorcai ca un plod. Incerc sa-i explic matahalei ca-s om bun, sa-mi lase viata in pace. Tot nimic.&lt;br /&gt;O sun pe mama, ii povestesc tot. Ma roaga sa ii dau una din dudui la telefon. Primesc o replica plina de sictir si flegme: "nu avem voie sa vorbim la telefon." Da' jura-te tu ca toata ziua ai stat cu telefonul in fund si n-ai raspuns cand te suna fica-ta sa te intrebe daca sa foloseasca Durex.&lt;br /&gt;Ii iau mirobolantul numar de pe ecuson: 1059. Am zis ca daca vreodata joc la Lotto bifez "10" si "59" numa' de-a dracu'. Ma plantez frumos de la ora 2 in gara, fumez tigari sa ma calmez, ca deh asa-i la fumatori.&lt;br /&gt;Sa mai zic ca imi crescuse tensiune, ca mi se facuse rau pe acolo si eram terci? Nu mai zic. Vorbesc cu lumea pe mess, povestesc la fiecare in parte ce s-a intamplat, verific facebookul, ma plimb prin gara, mananc pufuleti, ma plimb prin gara si ma plimb prin gara.&lt;br /&gt;Intr-un final ajunge si mama. Mergem noi doua la dispecerat intreband unde putem plati amenda. Alte doua dudui se pregateau sa-mi sune duduia mea favorita: "draga, a venit o fetita sa plateasca amenda. adina sau adelina zice o cheama (mortii lu' neamu' tau de surda), aia de plangea azi (aia e ma-ta)."&lt;br /&gt;Vine tancu' rusesc cu tricoul ei roz cu HAnimal print, ca deh, e cucoana si incepe sa-i zica mamei ca eu nu faceam nimic, ca ea nu are nimic cu mine, ca-s copil si ii plac copiii (ii place sa-si bata dovleacu' de ei cred).&lt;br /&gt;Mama ii explica si ea de asemenea femeii: "doamna, fica-mea mi-a explicat tot. i-ati smuls biletul din mana, erau calatori care au vazut asta." Elefantul infuriat sa rasteste la mama zicand: "doamna, cum de nu a ramas nimeni cu ea sa declare?" Era logic ca fiecare s-a dus la casa lui, dar in autobuz mi-au luat apararea stiind ca am dreptate.&lt;br /&gt;Intr-un final gretos plateste mama cei 100 de lei [din banii astia fumam 2 luni sau mergeam la 5 concerte] si plecam acasa cu un gust nesimtit de amar.&lt;br /&gt;Nu in ultimul rand vreau sa-i multumesc lui Bla' ca m-a consolat azi si mi-a dat niste idei super bune. Merci Bla'. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar l-a sfarsit: o dedicatie pentru duduia de la R.A.T.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rpY9CCrQ9XU" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7898316862226233103-6425306004398061947?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/6425306004398061947/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2011/06/ratc-suge-grav.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/6425306004398061947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/6425306004398061947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2011/06/ratc-suge-grav.html' title='R.A.T.C suge grav. :)'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rpY9CCrQ9XU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-8631279761185666059</id><published>2011-06-13T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T12:45:09.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intors din drum.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-01XVvSE_MjA/TfZosW-y3tI/AAAAAAAAAKg/OBFVzJIRjKo/s1600/children_romantic_love1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-01XVvSE_MjA/TfZosW-y3tI/AAAAAAAAAKg/OBFVzJIRjKo/s320/children_romantic_love1.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Erau doi copii. Doi copii mergand pe drum, usor distanti. Distanti dar apropiati. &lt;br /&gt;- ea timida, el timid.&lt;br /&gt;- ea indragostita, el indragostit.&lt;br /&gt;- ea roseste, el lasa capul in jos.&lt;br /&gt;Pe cat de timizi, pe atat de mult se vor unul langa altul, dar nu fac nimic.&lt;br /&gt;Eu stau si ii privesc de la departare. O departare atat de apropiata, parca era un film romantic cu final amar.&lt;br /&gt;Amarul care-ti incrunta ochii si nu lasa lacrimile sa cada. Faţa nu&amp;nbsp;ar suporta atata amaraciune.&lt;br /&gt;Si totusi pe moment, copiii aceia m-au marcat. M-au marcat intr-un fel inexplicabil. Au trecut pe langa mine ca o clipa in zbor, au trecut totusi atat de repede dar nu am putut sa nu remarc detaliile. &lt;br /&gt;Doi copii. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DnGdoEa1tPg" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7898316862226233103-8631279761185666059?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/8631279761185666059/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2011/06/intors-din-drum.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/8631279761185666059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/8631279761185666059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2011/06/intors-din-drum.html' title='Intors din drum.'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-01XVvSE_MjA/TfZosW-y3tI/AAAAAAAAAKg/OBFVzJIRjKo/s72-c/children_romantic_love1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-2871930275851808004</id><published>2011-05-02T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T09:42:31.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 mai 2011 (bune si rele)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KO3fcrTg5K8/Tb7elL7rG8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/kyjalJwKm5Q/s1600/dg8yqxvwgo12xegfq58fp69hj_1a8e3rlx1g.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KO3fcrTg5K8/Tb7elL7rG8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/kyjalJwKm5Q/s400/dg8yqxvwgo12xegfq58fp69hj_1a8e3rlx1g.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Daca tot a trecut weekendul trebuie sa povestesc cum a fost. Nu ma pot abtineee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Am fost la gara sa ii iau pe minunabilii: Madu, Alin, Ambra, Sergiu si Laru.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;De acolo directia la vila apoi la mine acasa unde am mancat copios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Fuga repede la Costinesti unde aproape toti [inafara de Alin] ne-am achizitionat ochelarii de soare cu care ne-am lafait in White Horse in timp ce beam bere &amp;amp; tequila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Evident, ca seara trebuia sa aiba mici buleli. Au avut grija dragii mei sa piarda ultimul microbuz spre Constanta. Gen, eu eram acolo de la si 20 iar ei au aparut la fara 15. Norocul nostru ca am prins un microbuz care ne-a lasat fix in Mamaia. Ce-i drept eu cu Sergiu si Ambra ne-am chinuit timp de 5 minute sa reparam sandaua mea care facea faze urate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ajunsi in fata Tan Tan'ului si fericiti nevoie mare ca vom bea moca si vom dansa nebuneste pe muzica pusa de Dj Oldskull aflam niste chestii nasoale care ne fac sa stam bosumflati pe canapele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Dragalasa Laru, se gandeste putin si ne spune sa luam taxiul Mamaia-Costinesti sa mergem in Imperio sa-i vedem pe Grasu' si Laur. Evident ca eu, am dat telefoane si am aflat ca ei fusesera defapt vineri in Imperio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Am intrat pana la urma in club unde noi am 'beneficiat' de masa gratis + un JB. Se putea altfel? Masa in fundul clubului. Nici bine nu ne asezam si ni se spune, defapt ni se impune sa comandam si altceva pe langa JB'ul care era castigat. Cola si bere pentru toti evident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Uneia dintre tipe [nu dau nume] i s-a facut rau de la o shawarma si deh, a facut si ea ce am facut eu in clasa de ziua mea. Ospatarita ingamfata si lipsita de bune maniere ne 'invita' sa parasim masa deoarece s-au facut multe reclamatii. In timp ce ne vorbeam sa plecam vine iar si ne 'invita' si mai insistent spunand ca deja masa noastra s-a vandut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Am lasat deoparte micile-mari probleme. Ce-i drept eu si Madu ne-am 'rupt' in 14 pe scena dansand impreuna cu Ambra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Am dansat toata noaptea, am stat in frig, ne-am imbatat, am ras, am plans dar ne-am distrat. Si nu datorita "grandiosului" club Tan Tan care anul asta ne-a lasat un gust amar, ci datorita celor care au intretinut atmosfera: Dj J si Dj Oldskull.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;In ultima faza tre' sa mai zic si urmatoarele:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Multumesc Dj Oldskull pentru mega-atmosfera facuta. Multumesc pentru "it's me bitches" si Nicki Minaj, dar nu in ultimul rand, multumesc ca esti un tip de nota 1000 +. Sa traiesti maxim. &amp;gt;:D&amp;lt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Multumesc Ambra, Sergiu, Madu, Alin si Laru pentru ca ati venit la mare si ne-am distrat impreuna. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Multumesc Pyuric, Dorian Enache si domnului Cristi ca mi-ati raspuns la apeluri la orele alea tarzii. [scuze multe pentru deranj]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Si ca sa fiu putin rea, multumesc clubului Tan Tan ca m-a lamurit unde merg anul viitor de 1 mai. [evident ca nu tot aici]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Pozele, mai tarziuuu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Replici la modu' epic:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu: mama ce as bea o cola de portocale.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sergiu:&amp;nbsp;o ce?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu: o fanta de portocale&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sergiu: n-ai spus asta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[in tren] Nasuleeeeee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ambra: Scotty doesn't know. \m/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu: Laru, Scotty a marait cand ai inceput tu sa latrii.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toata lumea: =)))))))))))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu: defapt, a marait cand ai inceput sa vorbesti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&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/7898316862226233103-2871930275851808004?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/2871930275851808004/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2011/05/1-mai-2011-bune-si-rele.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/2871930275851808004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/2871930275851808004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2011/05/1-mai-2011-bune-si-rele.html' title='1 mai 2011 (bune si rele)'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KO3fcrTg5K8/Tb7elL7rG8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/kyjalJwKm5Q/s72-c/dg8yqxvwgo12xegfq58fp69hj_1a8e3rlx1g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-5428445905932043890</id><published>2011-04-02T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T14:29:13.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maximilian @ club Vision</title><content type='html'>Noapte perfecta? Asta spun dupa fiecare concert Okapi si mereu am dreptate. Un concert in care sa-i vad live pe favoritii mei este mai mult decat linistitor. Pana si clipele in care ei canta pe scena si eu ma gandesc: "cat noroc am ca sunt chiar in fata lor si traiesc clipa" ma fac sa ma simt perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Si cum toata lumea m-a intrebat astazi cum a fost aseara voi scrie direct aici. Cum noaptea nu se prevedea de data aceasta perfecta din cauza transportului, Andreea Savi a reusit sa o transforme in mai mult decat perfecta ajutandu-ma sa iau parte la un eveniment pe care-l asteptam de mult. &lt;br /&gt;De ce sunt atat de entuziasmata va intrebati? Pentru ca in sfarsit mi-am indeplinit un vis, sa zic asa, sa-l vad pe Maximilian live in Vision. Doar prietenii, cunoscutii si chiar Maxi stiu cat ma rugam de fiecare in parte sa-l voteze pentru a concerta aici.&lt;br /&gt;Am ajuns destul de devreme in club, la 11 fara 10. Trebuie sa recunosc ca era destul de pustiu si ma gandeam unde e lumea. Dar pana la ora 12 clubul era plin. &lt;br /&gt;Sincera sa fiu nu stiu la ce ora au intrat Maximilian si Junky deoarece eram foarte aeriana. M-am asezat ca un stalp in primul rand si am asteptat inceperea concertului. Cand au intrat cei doi pe scena inima-mi batea intr-un mod placut de alert. Simteam deja ce va incepe. Un concert mai mult decat superb din punctul meu de vedere. Am cantat, am dansat, am si fumat intre timp si tot asa. Si ca deobicei, pana sa intre baietii mi s-a parut ca timpul trece greu. Dar cand au inceput sa cante mi s-a parut ca s-a scurs timpul imediat. &lt;br /&gt;Un concert de nota 10 si niste parinti geniali care si-au tinut promisiunea. Care era promisiunea? Detaliez: cand Maxi a cantat in Constanta ai mei nu m-au lasat pentru ca nu aveam cu cine merge dar mi-au promis ca daca va canta Vision ma vor lasa orice ar fi. Si asa a fost.&lt;br /&gt;Va multumesc mami si tati. Multumesc Sabina pentru make-up, coafura si restul! Multumesc Bib, Andreea si Ana pentru distractie.&lt;br /&gt;Dupa fabulosul concert am fost mai mult decat fericita sa ma reintalnesc in sfarsit dupa un an de zile cu Ovidiu si Maximilian. Cu temele facute m-am dus glont la ei pentru poze si autograf pe CD.&lt;br /&gt;Am avut parte de o seara ca in serile de asta vara cand mergeam la Guess Who si Spike si savuram cu mare placere toate clipele.&lt;br /&gt;Iata si autograful: [ pt cei ce nu inteleg: Pt Adrina. Fara numar, bre! Maximilian. Si multumesc]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTZiXHcnu-A/TZeRcHKsqcI/AAAAAAAAAKI/mWmWfjuHPb0/s1600/Photo+.jpg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTZiXHcnu-A/TZeRcHKsqcI/AAAAAAAAAKI/mWmWfjuHPb0/s320/Photo+.jpg.jpg" width="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In incheiere vreau ca EU sa-i multumesc lui Maximilian pentru un concert superb alaturi de Junky si Dj Oldskull, pentru poza si autograf dar nu in ultimul rand pentru tot ce face in industria muzicala. Multumesc Maximilian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Si cum eu nu rezist fara sa ma laud iata si cateva poza de aseara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4uAwNr4HqGA/TZeSR0QgxBI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Xb6YNFuwh0s/s1600/maxi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4uAwNr4HqGA/TZeSR0QgxBI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Xb6YNFuwh0s/s320/maxi.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yU3pzpc1Phg/TZeSW-NPnbI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/kcJYs4Tz_u4/s1600/junky.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yU3pzpc1Phg/TZeSW-NPnbI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/kcJYs4Tz_u4/s320/junky.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4RZrO7Iqow/TZeSdf92XPI/AAAAAAAAAKU/9oI51RyQOdE/s1600/oldskull.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T4RZrO7Iqow/TZeSdf92XPI/AAAAAAAAAKU/9oI51RyQOdE/s320/oldskull.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2a3f7SJBfXc/TZeSd6OQ0tI/AAAAAAAAAKY/aqsTBwC7U74/s1600/DSC00291o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2a3f7SJBfXc/TZeSd6OQ0tI/AAAAAAAAAKY/aqsTBwC7U74/s320/DSC00291o.jpg" width="110" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="311" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/AJY8a-xMkOc" title="YouTube video player" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7898316862226233103-5428445905932043890?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/5428445905932043890/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2011/04/maximilian-club-vision.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/5428445905932043890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/5428445905932043890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2011/04/maximilian-club-vision.html' title='Maximilian @ club Vision'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QTZiXHcnu-A/TZeRcHKsqcI/AAAAAAAAAKI/mWmWfjuHPb0/s72-c/Photo+.jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-1043814059202111812</id><published>2011-03-19T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T07:31:48.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17 ani.</title><content type='html'>In primul rand vreau sa multumesc celor 184 de persoane care m-au felicitat pe mess, pe facebook, prin telefon sau prin mesaje. In special: Alina, Pyuric, Tranda, Teo, Sabina, Vali, Elghin, Dorian E. , Aniiii si&amp;nbsp;Oldskull. &amp;gt;:D&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17&amp;nbsp;ani. Ultimul an de copilarie. Anul in care trebuie sa ma distrez la maxim, cum mi-a spus cineva. Si ce am facut de ziua mea? Categoric NU am mai vomitat. Am facut doar ce-mi place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. M-am sculat si am intrat pe mess/mail/facebook/monden.info/youtube.&lt;br /&gt;2. M-am dus la draga mea coleguta Maria sa-mi faca bucle, ca deh e ziua mea. [dar de la ceata imediat s-au stricat] La ea am mancat un sandvis sanatos si am fumat tigara de dimineata.&lt;br /&gt;3. Am fost la repetitii la dansuri populare unde m-am simtit extraordinar de bine.&lt;br /&gt;4. Am stat in clasa o ora degeaba si am palavragit cu colegele sau am raspuns la mesaje pe facebook/messenger.&lt;br /&gt;5. M-am certat cu persoanele&amp;nbsp;de nivel zero&amp;nbsp;pentru mine. [si chiar m-am distrat facand asta]&lt;br /&gt;6. Am stat in pauza mare la tigara de pranz, si aia postita. Noroc cu mine ca facusem rost de Dunhill Albastru. [merci Ana]&lt;br /&gt;7. M-am intalnit cu o parte din prietenii mei cei mai buni pe care nu i-as da pentru nimic la schimb. [ Elghin, Sabina, Vali (v-am pus in ordine alfabetica) ] Inca 3 prieteni au tras chiulul. [Alex Iva, Alex A. si Iulia]&lt;br /&gt;8. Am desfacut niste cadouri foarte frumoase. Si ca sa ma laud. De la Vali: un colier din ata cu o placuta de lemn pe care scrie in engleza "piatra, foarfece si hartie". [merci Vali] De la Sabina o posetuta neagra cu desene [pt ca asta vara a avut grija sa-mi strice unaaa] si un tablou din ceara cu do ursuleti care vorbesc despre prietenie.&lt;br /&gt;9. Spre IMENSA mea surpriza pe la 11 juma' spre 12 m-am trezit cu un tort improvizat. Deci am suflat in lumanari, nu doar in&amp;nbsp; tutun. [cine stie, stie] Si da, mi-am pus si o dorinta la care m-am gandit cam 10 minute timp in care lumanarile se cam topeau.&lt;br /&gt;10. Am ascultat niste sfaturi foarte importante de la cineva special care mi-a zis sa-mi traiesc ziua de nastere ca si cum ar fi ultima. Si dai cu muzica tare la 12 noapte. Si da, am inceput cu "febra". :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_C1c-GHzcI0" title="YouTube video player" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7898316862226233103-1043814059202111812?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/1043814059202111812/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2011/03/17-ani.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/1043814059202111812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/1043814059202111812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2011/03/17-ani.html' title='17 ani.'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_C1c-GHzcI0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-529685822606497568</id><published>2011-03-04T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T18:35:31.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bla, bla, bla</title><content type='html'>Whateva' stiu ca nu am mai postat de ... de ceva vreme. Monotonia asta ma face sa nu ma mai agit cu "maretul" meu blog. Dar acum la 04:25 dimineata mi s-a sculat mie (nu stiu ce dracu') sa scriu pe blog.&lt;br /&gt;Mno' bine ma. Da' ce sa scriu ma? Cum se schimba lumea asta pe zi ce trece? Hai ca scriu.&lt;br /&gt;- incep frustrarile -&lt;br /&gt;Bai sa-mi dau palme peste ceafa si sa sar in dejtu' mic de la picior daca am vazut asa ceva. Cat de fals trebuie sa fi ca azi sa mi te dai prieten si maine sa ma musti (da' asa bucata buna) de cur? Am auzit ca sunt considerata eu falsa (poate sunt, poate nu) dar atata falsitate la altii imi provoaca sila. &lt;br /&gt;Si variante: ori sa ma doara-n 14 si sa nu ma mai agit cu un rahat de prietenie pentru ca mereu se va ajunge acolo ori sa trag o bataie stilu' * fu-tai * sa ma relaxez. Dar merg pe prima varianta ca nu sunt ultima mahalagioaica luata de la coltul strazii.&lt;br /&gt;Off, off, mai, mai ce ti-e si cu lumea asta.&lt;br /&gt;- sfarsitul frustrarilor -&lt;br /&gt;Deci alta dilema. Peste cateva zile fac 17 ani. Iu-pi, ura, bla, bla. Sa inteleg ca de acum trebuie sa fiu mai matura? Sauuuu nu? Merg pe a doua varianta. Defapt ma gandesc ca mai am un an si fac 18 ani (permis de conducere). Da stiu, v-am tampit (Sabina, Alina, Madu, Ambra, Laru si ai mei dragi parinti) dar asta e dorinta mea. Sa simt volanu' in mana si sa aud cum toti ratatii ma calxoneaza pentru ca nu vreau sa conduc cu viteza. (bai frate ce delirez)&lt;br /&gt;17 ani. Cica e varsta cea mai frumoasa. E ultimul an&amp;nbsp;al copilariei. Si de unde zic ca trebuie sa si profiti. Pai cum sa profit mai nene cand ai mei parca au luat-o razna si ma iau cu reguli d'alea de cacao. Grele vietzurile ce sa zic.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, finalizez postarea ca nu am de gand sa va plictisesc (ceea ce cred ca am si facut). &lt;br /&gt;V-am pupat si ... "habar n-ai tu"! (check the song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lvFwOkOPqv8" title="YouTube video player" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7898316862226233103-529685822606497568?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/529685822606497568/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2011/03/bla-bla-bla.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/529685822606497568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/529685822606497568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2011/03/bla-bla-bla.html' title='Bla, bla, bla'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/lvFwOkOPqv8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-8261268681499458409</id><published>2011-01-11T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T00:25:48.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Litere amestecate</title><content type='html'>Imi permiteti sa ma laud? Normal ca da! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Litere amestecate" este chiar titlul blogului pe care il cititi de aproximativ un an de zile. Dar de ieri este si altceva.&lt;br /&gt;De ieri, "Litere amestecate" este si titlul revistei liceului meu. Cum de? Ne trebuia un titlu nou si daca nu eu atunci cine? Si uite asa am motiv de lauda pe urmatoarele cateva zile. b-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: asta a fost o mini-postare. v-am lasat, invat la fizica. nu de alta dar nu ma vad deloc corigenta la aceasta materieee. [-x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaah da.&amp;nbsp; Melodiaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="193" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Oe4Ic7fHWf8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=ro_RO"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Oe4Ic7fHWf8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=ro_RO" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="193"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7898316862226233103-8261268681499458409?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/8261268681499458409/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2011/01/litere-amestecate.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/8261268681499458409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/8261268681499458409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2011/01/litere-amestecate.html' title='Litere amestecate'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-5398231565536849266</id><published>2010-12-28T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T12:22:09.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 - cu bune si rele</title><content type='html'>Ce am realizat eu pe anul 2010? Multe... si le scriu pe toate aici:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Am avut sansa sa-l cunosc pe cel mai tare si cel mai bun mangager din Romania, Dorian Enache.&lt;br /&gt;2. Am facut un fan-club Okapi Sound care merge bine, bine.&lt;br /&gt;3. Am facut cunostinta cu bajetii din Okapi Sound.&lt;br /&gt;4. M-am imprietenit cu Pyuric.&lt;br /&gt;5. Am facut cunostinta cu Ana aka Aniiii aka Aneee sau Ana Maria Pruiu pe facebook.&lt;br /&gt;6. M-am "lipit" de Alina aka Alyssa aka Okapizda mea sau Alina Timofte pe facebook.&lt;br /&gt;7. Am fost in Turcia.&lt;br /&gt;8. Am vomitat de ziua mea in clasa si am scapat colegii de ore.&lt;br /&gt;9. AM FOST LA 8 CONCERTE OKAPI SOUND! :))&lt;br /&gt;10. Am fost la Predeal -&amp;gt; Brasov de trei ori intr-un an.&lt;br /&gt;11. Am fost in Constanta de mi-au iesit biletele de autobuz pe nas.&lt;br /&gt;12. Am ajuns in stare de corigenta la fizica. [momentan]&lt;br /&gt;13. Am ajuns semifinalista la LicArt.&lt;br /&gt;14. Mi-am depus dosar pentru o bursa in Londra.&lt;br /&gt;15.&amp;nbsp; Am fost la concertul lui Mika.&lt;br /&gt;16. Am fost la Liberty Parade.&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;MI-AM SPART DINTELEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. si cel mai important, &lt;i&gt;MI-AM PASTRAT PRIETENII ADEVARATI APROAPE!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7898316862226233103-5398231565536849266?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/5398231565536849266/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010-cu-bune-si-rele.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/5398231565536849266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/5398231565536849266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010-cu-bune-si-rele.html' title='2010 - cu bune si rele'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-6743506478249877891</id><published>2010-12-07T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T10:06:32.601-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinte spart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uKhP1BSiVg0/TP52UWLPEVI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/xyyVbY8wv18/s1600/broken_teeth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uKhP1BSiVg0/TP52UWLPEVI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/xyyVbY8wv18/s200/broken_teeth.jpg" width="165" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;N-am mai scris de mult timp pe blog asa ca o fac acum. Azi am avut o zi de cacat. Dar paharul a dat pe afara abia dupa ce s-au terminat orele. Sa incepem:&lt;br /&gt;1. Am aflat ca profa de romana a plecat si nu avem cu cine sa dam teza momentan.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mi s-au rupt colantii in cur. :))&lt;br /&gt;3. Mi-am spart dintele. =)))&lt;br /&gt;Sa detaliez acum numarul 3.&lt;br /&gt;Coboram ca o diva data dracu' pe scari. Aveam niste cizme cu tocuri. Erau 10 trepte. Am coborat prina treapta, la a doua am alunecat. Pe la a 5-a am reusit sa ma prind de perete dar am cazut pana am ajuns jos si am dat cu dintele de ciment. Acum era faza cu rasul-plansul. Am inceput sa plang in hohote pt ca "mi-am dat de mi-am julit" barba, mi-am spart dintele din fatza. Bine, e ciobit putin dar nu-mi convine si pentru ca ma durea maxilarul de nu mai puteam.&lt;br /&gt;Dar tot drumul am ras in hohote cu colegele despre cele intamplate.&lt;br /&gt;PS: Duminica sa presupune sa merg la patinoar cu Sabina si iubitul ei, dar poate imi rup acolo nasul. A nu, asta e deja rupt. Cine stie ce dracu' mai fac. =]]&lt;br /&gt;V-am pupat cu un dinte spart! =]]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7898316862226233103-6743506478249877891?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/6743506478249877891/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/12/dinte-spart.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/6743506478249877891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/6743506478249877891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/12/dinte-spart.html' title='Dinte spart.'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uKhP1BSiVg0/TP52UWLPEVI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/xyyVbY8wv18/s72-c/broken_teeth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-250405741937653411</id><published>2010-12-01T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T09:33:21.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LicArt 2010 - decembrie</title><content type='html'>Inca nu am avut norocul sa fiu aleasa printre semifinalisti. Asa ca, dorindu-mi foarte mult sa fiu printre campioni am incercat si luna aceasta. Iata lucrarile mele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tema "Verde":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.licart.ro/lucrare.php?id=2832"&gt;Verde marin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tema "Diverse":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.licart.ro/lucrare.php?id=2830"&gt;Un strop de culoare&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tema "Alb-negru":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.licart.ro/lucrare.php?id=2831"&gt;Vremuri noi, drumuri noi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7898316862226233103-250405741937653411?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/250405741937653411/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/12/licart-2010-decembrie.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/250405741937653411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/250405741937653411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/12/licart-2010-decembrie.html' title='LicArt 2010 - decembrie'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-1566132019665318425</id><published>2010-11-04T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T03:20:34.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LicArt 2010</title><content type='html'>De curand am descoperit un concurs foarte interesant. Fara sa mai intru in detalii v-as ruga sa accesati urmatoarele linkuri si sa-mi lasati niste pareri aici sau pe mess despre fotografii si poezie. Multumesc. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.licart.ro/lucrare.php?id=1561"&gt;http://www.licart.ro/lucrare.php?id=1561&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.licart.ro/lucrare.php?id=1553" style="color: blue;"&gt;http://www.licart.ro/lucrare.php?id=1553&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.licart.ro/lucrare.php?id=1552"&gt;http://www.licart.ro/lucrare.php?id=1552&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.licart.ro/lucrare.php?id=1560"&gt;http://www.licart.ro/lucrare.php?id=1560&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7898316862226233103-1566132019665318425?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/1566132019665318425/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/11/licart-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/1566132019665318425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/1566132019665318425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/11/licart-2010.html' title='LicArt 2010'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-2162468132311692388</id><published>2010-11-02T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T13:12:17.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake me up when the black line ends.</title><content type='html'>-Trista?&lt;br /&gt;*Nu.&lt;br /&gt;-Dezamagita?&lt;br /&gt;*Da.&lt;br /&gt;De voi. Voi care va pretindeti prieteni adevarati, persoane de increde si pe de alta parte imi tradati inima. Nu sunt dramatica. Sunt realista. Toti imi sunteti azi prieteni si maine ma mancati de cur. Niste scarbe, altceva nu am vazut.&lt;br /&gt;Cu ce va ajuta sa veniti la mine sa va dau un sfat ca maine sa uitat ca am vorbit?&lt;br /&gt;Nu mai bine nu va mai agitati de loc?&lt;br /&gt;Ma bucur totusi ca mi-am dat seama de doua lucruri importante.&lt;br /&gt;1. "&lt;span id="main" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span id="search" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Am invatat ca prietenie adevarata&lt;/em&gt; continua sa existe chiar si la distanta." [Sabina]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="main" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span id="search" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;2. Am aflat ca un prieten nu este cel care sta mereu langa tine, ci cel care iti dovedeste ca-ti merita increderea. [Maria]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="main" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span id="search" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;Si am mai invatat ca nu se merita sa ma mai agit cu baietii, oricum toti sunt niste fraieri. Mai intai iti fura inima dupa care ti-o arunca la gunoi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="main" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span id="search" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;Si pentru ca este o postare cat se poate de rapida nu o sa am o incheiere 'glorioasa'.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="main" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span id="search" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3vGPrEsNBck?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=ro_RO&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3vGPrEsNBck?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=ro_RO&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/7898316862226233103-2162468132311692388?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/2162468132311692388/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/11/wake-me-up-when-black-line-ends.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/2162468132311692388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/2162468132311692388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/11/wake-me-up-when-black-line-ends.html' title='Wake me up when the black line ends.'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-990361110448814466</id><published>2010-10-10T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T14:06:18.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No title</title><content type='html'>In postarea de azi nu o sa scriu nimic legat de mine, nimic legat de Okapi Sound si nimic legat de "suferintilii" mele.&lt;br /&gt;Doar o sa postez cateva melodii si niste versuri foarte importante pentru mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r8YpEEFGCaA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=ro_RO&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r8YpEEFGCaA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=ro_RO&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Uite cum e: dragostea, inseamna durere. Cand numai unu' da si celalalt o cere&amp;nbsp; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tom45wmMNwA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=ro_RO&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tom45wmMNwA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=ro_RO&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Facem poze. Si asta cu noi doi e chiar tare! Cand sunt cu tine, totu' asa de clar imi pare.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vp9i7Q5kmzI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=ro_RO&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vp9i7Q5kmzI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=ro_RO&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Pote gresesc, poate nu esti tu.Poate m-amagesc sau poate nu&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CGEKqxD00Eo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=ro_RO&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CGEKqxD00Eo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=ro_RO&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu ma ascund, si stii de ce fac asta?&lt;br /&gt;Vreau sa imi apar fata, familia si casa&lt;br /&gt;Nu ma ascund si-o ard asa ca stiu ca te stresez&lt;br /&gt;Ochii pe care nu-i cunosti, nu-i vezi&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tot ce am pus aici este o mica parte din muzica pe care o ascult si o indragesc foarte mult.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tot ce este aici este o parte din mine. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So, that's all! :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7898316862226233103-990361110448814466?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/990361110448814466/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/10/no-title.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/990361110448814466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/990361110448814466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/10/no-title.html' title='No title'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-2753898030474575288</id><published>2010-10-09T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T09:32:06.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maxim, am spus!</title><content type='html'>Si pentru ca Maxi a lansat o melodie noua asta o sa fie titlul postarii de azi.&lt;br /&gt;Si pe langa asta de ce totusi "Maxim"?&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca e din ce in ce mai bine.&lt;br /&gt;Am primit CD'urile de la Pyuric care sunt exceptionale. Iti multumesc mult Pyuric, raman datoare. :*&lt;br /&gt;Am aflat ca am castigat o punga d'aia cu surprize la Phineas si Pherb. :))&lt;br /&gt;Am hotarat clar si raspicat cu mama ca mergem la reTU-r in Bucuresti. Era o mica mare problema. Faptul ca este pe 31 [duminica] si ca luni am ore &amp;amp; alte cacaturi.&lt;br /&gt;Darrr cum eu si mama estem niste "genialitaturi" ne-am gandit clar de tot. EU imi achizitionez o scutire pe luni de la "il medico di famiglia" si mama o invoire la servici.&lt;br /&gt;PIZDA RAU TREABA! :&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darrrr de unde mai pui ca da-da-da merg si in Constanta. Ma laud prea mult, asta e dar e blogul meu si imi permit. b-)&lt;br /&gt;PS: facui cont de twitter pentru fan-club. search on twitter @OkapiFanClub&lt;br /&gt;Si &lt;b&gt;gizas craist&lt;/b&gt; de unde moloz mai pun ca se aprope si balul bobocilor de la liceul meu? [ca-cam neinteresant]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whateva' &lt;/i&gt;acum ma duc sa-mi fac tema la mate [&lt;b&gt;O-MA-GA&lt;/b&gt; am inceput sa inteleg si eu materia asta nenorocita] si dupa ma vad cu a mea Sabina-Cretina :x&lt;br /&gt;mi scuzi Sabinelo :x te pup &lt;b&gt;fa&lt;/b&gt; :))&lt;br /&gt;PîSî: Maxim, am spus by Maximilian right here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pJ0XoqbZui8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=ro_RO&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pJ0XoqbZui8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=ro_RO&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7898316862226233103-2753898030474575288?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/2753898030474575288/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/10/maxim-am-spus.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/2753898030474575288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/2753898030474575288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/10/maxim-am-spus.html' title='Maxim, am spus!'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-6615613282714630805</id><published>2010-09-28T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T00:19:11.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take your motha' fucka' shirt off.</title><content type='html'>Am inceput scoala cu dreptul. Dracu' stie cum si de ce dar asta am facut. :))&lt;br /&gt;Si presimt ca anul asta va fi foarte tare. Am fost cu colegii la gratar unde m-am simtit mai mult decat bine. :D&lt;br /&gt;Dar dupa distractie tre' sa inceapa invatatura. Ceea ce ma ofileste din start.&lt;br /&gt;Pai care e spilu' de invat?&lt;br /&gt;Simplu: note mari + laude din partea profilor&amp;nbsp; = reTU-r Constanta + reTU-r Bucuresti&lt;br /&gt;De unde mai pun ca la iarna am sansa sa merg iar singura la munte. Asa ca tocilara din mine se va arata. =))&lt;br /&gt;Trist dar adevarat. Si tinand cont de faptul ca dilimachea de maica-mea pe 14 octombrie se duce la scoala sa vada notele si absentele mele clar nu am scapare. :))&lt;br /&gt;Asa ca va rog sa imi urat succes/bafta/cacat in traisa si alte urale bine-venite. :))&lt;br /&gt;Acum va las cu doua remixuri marca AGR. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="165" width="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FnfhuogPFTM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FnfhuogPFTM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="250" height="165"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;object height="165" width="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2FWWChLJdi0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2FWWChLJdi0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="250" height="165"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7898316862226233103-6615613282714630805?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/6615613282714630805/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/09/take-your-motha-fucka-shirt-off.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/6615613282714630805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/6615613282714630805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/09/take-your-motha-fucka-shirt-off.html' title='Take your motha&apos; fucka&apos; shirt off.'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-6558672825369286196</id><published>2010-09-20T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T21:39:37.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Implor mila. :)))</title><content type='html'>Nu prea stau eu sa ma milogesc pentru voturi si etc. dar acum e caz de maxima urgenta!&lt;br /&gt;Asa ca:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;va  IMPLOR votati-ma!!! :o3&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;DECI: click pe "Viziteaza Galeria si Voteaza",  dupa care click pe pagina 5.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Poza din mijloc cu personajele pe plaja.  MULTAM'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.disney.ro/DisneyChannel/competitions/phineasandferb/fun-photographer/"&gt;http://www.disney.ro/DisneyChannel/competitions/phineasandferb/fun-photographer/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7898316862226233103-6558672825369286196?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/6558672825369286196/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/09/implor-mila.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/6558672825369286196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/6558672825369286196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/09/implor-mila.html' title='Implor mila. :)))'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-5370505064780280974</id><published>2010-09-17T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T14:48:03.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pun punct si o iau de la capat</title><content type='html'>Mi-am propus sa fac o schimbare in noul an scolar. O schimbare in bine, cred eu. Am zis ca de acum trebuie sa invat. Viitorul conteaza foarte mult. Dar ceva inca ma necajeste. Vreau sa fiu un nou om dar parti din trecut [importante] nu ma lasa. Pur si simplu sunt ganduri care nu-mi dau pace si momente banale [pt unii] care inca imi dau fiori.&lt;br /&gt;E vorba de un "el". Dupa cum bine v-ati dat seama, cunoscandu-ma pe mine. Acest "el" nici macar nu are habar ca exist. Defapt are, stie ceva banal despre mine. Dar nu stie o parte importanta. Multi stiti despre cine e vorba dar parca momentan nu va vine numele lui. Acest "el" imi framanta sentimentele, zilele, trairile de peste 7 luni. Nu este o persoana din anturajul meu, deci pot fi pe o parte fericita.&lt;br /&gt;Multi stiti de el la genu' "vai ce bun e ..." sau "...e mega futabil". Dar de la o vreme parca nu mai e asa. Devine ceva mai "deep" :-?&lt;br /&gt;Am multe intrebari sa-mi pun si putine raspunsuri sa-mi dau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ca tot vorbeam de o schimbare in viata mea. Cu ocazia aceasta vreau sa-mi cer scuze tuturor celor carora le-am gresit pana acum, celor pe care i-am dezamagit si celor care m-au dezamagit. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="386" width="448"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/video/RottenKid/3a29872233ff1a.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="username=RottenKid&amp;amp;hash=3a29872233ff1a&amp;amp;color=0xe9eff4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/video/RottenKid/3a29872233ff1a.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="386" flashvars="username=RottenKid&amp;amp;hash=3a29872233ff1a&amp;amp;color=0xe9eff4" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/video/muzica" title="muzica"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7898316862226233103-5370505064780280974?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/5370505064780280974/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/09/pun-punct-si-o-iau-de-la-capat.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/5370505064780280974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/5370505064780280974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/09/pun-punct-si-o-iau-de-la-capat.html' title='Pun punct si o iau de la capat'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-436965568026556132</id><published>2010-09-12T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T06:03:37.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okapi Tati!</title><content type='html'>Okapi Tati! Si cu asta am spus tot. Nu scriu vreo postare kilometrica acum pentru ca ma pregatesc sa plec afara. [last day with freedom ^:)^ ]&lt;br /&gt;Si ca tot precizasi de Okapi Tati. Am sa va pun o poza cu dragul meu perete. :))&lt;br /&gt;PS: &lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/www.OkapiSoundFanClub.webs.com"&gt;www.OkapiSoundFanClub.webs.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKhP1BSiVg0/TIzPkzpakdI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Vdq-M_mlEhg/s1600/cats.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKhP1BSiVg0/TIzPkzpakdI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Vdq-M_mlEhg/s400/cats.jpg" width="400" /&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/7898316862226233103-436965568026556132?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/436965568026556132/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/09/okapi-tati.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/436965568026556132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/436965568026556132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/09/okapi-tati.html' title='Okapi Tati!'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKhP1BSiVg0/TIzPkzpakdI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Vdq-M_mlEhg/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-5440687502696694947</id><published>2010-09-10T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T04:33:45.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vara 2010</title><content type='html'>Tocmai am fost pe balcon si am baut o cafea. [deloc important] In timpul asta m-am gandit la vara care a trecut. Si da, pot sa spun ca a fost o vara foarte frumoasa. De ce? &lt;br /&gt;- am fost la concertele baietilor de la Okapi la greu. [ 7 la numar ] si tot nu m-am saturat.&lt;br /&gt;- am fost la concertul lui Mika. [ si da, vreau sa il mai vad live ]&lt;br /&gt;- am fost la liberty parade. [ nu a fost mare chestie ]&lt;br /&gt;- am fost in Vama Veche cu Sabina. &lt;br /&gt;- am fost in Costinesti cu Madu, Ambra, Laru si Oana.  [ pe care le iubesc enorm ]&lt;br /&gt;- am fost la plimbari in Saturn de mi s-a acrit.&lt;br /&gt;- am fost la Predeal la verisoara mea.&lt;br /&gt;- am fost in Brasov.&lt;br /&gt;- am infiintat un fan-club Okapi Sound care merge de la foarte bine in sus. [ din punctul meu de vedere ] &lt;a href="http://www.OkapiSoundFanClub.webs.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alte lucruri? Pai acum urmeaza partea interesanta pentru mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In primul rand vreau sa precizez ca am cunoscut o persoana foarte speciala. Si cand spun asta, o spun cu mana pe inima. Dorian Enache. [ managerul lui Spike si Laur ] Si pe aceasta cale vreau sa ii multumesc pentru tot ce a facut pentru mine. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am cunoscut-o pe Alyssa din Piatra Neamt. Alta persoana la fel de speciala. De la un singur lucru in comun [ muzica baietilor de la Okapi ] am ajuns sa vorbim zilnic. Despre orice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi-am dat seama care imi sunt adevaratii prieteni. Si am aflat ca poti spune cuiva "prieten" abia cand dai de greu si vezi ca ii pasa. Si mi-a fost demonstrat. Singurele persoane care mi-au fost alaturi la greu au fost Sabina si Elghin. Va multumesc enorm pentru asta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vara asta am invatat multe lucruri. &lt;br /&gt;Vara asta mi s-a aratat cine tine la mine. &lt;br /&gt;Vara asta m-am distrat. &lt;br /&gt;Vara asta am cunoscut niste persoane exceptionale.&lt;br /&gt;Vara asta a fost vara Okapi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fost o vara de neuitat. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si in final, va las cu noul videoclip al lui Guess Who [Laur], Unu altu' :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Dar cine poate spune ce e bine si ce nu?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lKZS8mTBl1o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lKZS8mTBl1o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7898316862226233103-5440687502696694947?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/5440687502696694947/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/09/vara-2010.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/5440687502696694947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/5440687502696694947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/09/vara-2010.html' title='Vara 2010'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-8100700050279079382</id><published>2010-07-25T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T07:48:46.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mika @ Mamaia, orange summer party</title><content type='html'>"Relak, take it easy". In acest mod si cu aceasta melodie si-a inceput Mika superbul concert. Inaintea lui au cantat trupa "Cut Copy" care au avut un show destul de frumos. Dar sa revenim la Mika. Decorul a fost foarte dragut. Mie una mi-a placut la culme. Foarte multe flori pe scena + ca in timpul concertului ba a defilat un picior gonflabil pe acolo, o papusa imensa, un steag enorm pe care scria "Billy" si multe altele. Despre cum a fost Mika imbracat pot sa spun doar atat: perfect. A avut cate costumatii foarte marfa. A intrat pe scena cu o pereche de pantaloni albi, o camasa alba si o vesta albastra lunga la spate si o palarie neagra foarte "kinky". [cum spun eu] La scurt timp si-a inlocuit camasa si vesta cu un tricou in dungi albe cu rosu lung la spate. A facut furori cand si-a dat jos tricoul la un moment dat. :&amp;gt; A avut si o pelerina alba lunga facuta din flori. Defapt doua. &lt;br /&gt;Acum vorbind de concert. Pot sa spun cu mana pe inima ca pana acum a fost cel mai frumos concert la care am fost. Frumos in sensul ca organizarea a fost foarte buna, sonorizarea la fel si artistul la fel. Mika se vede ca iubeste ceea ce face. Si se vede ca o face cu pasiune.&lt;br /&gt;A vorbit de foarte multe ori in limba romana. Tin sa precizez ca am ramas pur si simplu proasta cand am vazut ce dictie buna avea. Replici ca "Buna seara Romania" sau "Sunteti gata" nu au lipsit. A avut un moment haios in care chitaristul i-a aruncat palaria in public. Mika "nervos" i-a aratat pur si simplu muie. :))) Si-a primit totusi palaria inapoi. Daca o prindeam eu chiar nu o mai vedea. [-x Aaa sa nu uit. Alt moment haios a fost cand si-a "impuscat" colegii de trupa. Toata lumea tipa "Mika, Mika, Mika" la care el "Ce s-a intamplat? Aaah am uitat ceva" [da, in romana a zis] si s-a "impuscat si el". &lt;br /&gt;La melodia "happy ending" am ramas atat de impresionata incat pur si simplu mi-au dat lacrimile. Vocea lui live este angelica.&lt;br /&gt;Cu melodia "We are golden" chiar ne-a dat de inteles ca suntem speciali. Toata lumea tipa si sarea in sus in timp ce el canta.&lt;br /&gt;Si cum mie mi se intampla multe chestii frumoase in general trebuia si acum sa fiu observata. Mika impartise spectatorii in 2. O parte striga "Blame it on the girls" [partea mea] si cealalta "Blame it on the boys". Oke. Am tipat toti de cateva ori. Eu credeam ca se continua, si ma aud strigand singura acolo "Blame it...." si in secunda 2 m-am oprit. Da, toata lumea radea, deh. Alta chestie. A iesit Mika de pe scena si liniste. [ca la concertul cu Guess Who mi-a venit o idee extra-puli-fantastica] Am inceput sa tipa singura "Mika, Mika, Mika". Dupa mine inca 10 persoane si tot asa toata lumea de pe plaja. [stiu ca ma laud, da'mi si place :-"] Si da, a cantat Mika iar. La sfarsitul melodiei toata lumea tipa. El ne-a rugat sa facem liniste. Da' cum sa nu, ca putea sa taca Adrina. :D Am tipat cat m-au tinut plamanii "MIKAAAA". S-a uitat la mine, a zambit si mi-a facut semn sa tac [:-$] Deci DA, m-am facut observata si de Mika. b-) &lt;br /&gt;Concertul a fost de nota 2000 pe putin spus. A fost ceva foarte special. Si mi-am jurat de acum ca daca va mai concerta in Romania o sa ma duc din timpul zilei sa stau in primul rand.&lt;br /&gt;Multumesc Mika pentru ca ne-ai oferit o seara speciala tuturor. 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Tineretului. [Agresiiiiiiiiiiiiv]</title><content type='html'>17 iulie se anunta a fi o seara interesanta. un concert Guess Who si Spike, tutun si alcool. mai aveam nevoie de altceva? m-am intalnit cu brailencele mele si brasoveanca mea [Oana]. Pe scurt: ne-am dus la white-horse juma' de ora, ne-am mai fatait si am plecat la Tineretului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Am ajuns acolo toate foarte nerabdatoare. Eram fetele care s-au imprietenit pe www.tu-r.ro si aveam ocazia sa asistam IMPREUNA la un concert de'al baietilor. Am intrat inauntru, am dat coate si injuraturi pana am ajuns in primul rand, logic. :D&amp;nbsp; Pe lista cu invitati mai erau Mossano si DJ Project. Cat au "cantat" ei p'acolo am dormit pur si simplu cu capul pe scena. Mossano a pus melodia lui JJ, "I heard you say", si doar atunci am dansat.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;MOMENT MAGIC:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Au intrat Agresiv. Noi, fetili din primu' rand cu toata incarcatura: urlete, aplauze, sarituri. Au bagat niste melodii bestiale inainte sa intre Laur si Spike. In final intra si pretiosii. :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ca deobicei, prima melodie "Extrema zilei" urmata de melodii ca "Tu", "Gen", "Scandal", "Banii", "Locul potrivit", "Flori ilegale", "Bum, bum", "Cine vine" si mult asteptata PI2DE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Au fost si niste faze foarte calumea in timpul concertului. Niste cocalari venisera la concert cu vuvuzele. :| Laur a cerut vuvuzela, tipul i-a oferito cu mare drag, iar el a replicat: "Se confisca".&amp;nbsp; Si bine i-a facut, ca sufla in vuvuzela de parca era ultima zi in care putea s-o mai aiba.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alta faza foarte draguta care m-a impresionat si mi-a placut foarte mult a fost cand Guess Who a cantat la muzicuta si Spike l-a acompaniat cantand.&amp;nbsp; [o sa pun filmarea pe youtube]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;La un moment-dat Guess Who prezenta o piesa, explica cum sa dam din maini, gen aerobic. Eu si Ambra am tipat tare "Pizdeeee", la care Laur: "Ee pizde, nu acu', mai asteptati :))"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;La final da, au cantat PI2DE iar eu una am sarit atat de mult incat inca ma mai doare burtica. Au plecat baietii :( dar au ramas Agresiv si au mai pus 1 sau 2 melodii. Imi pare rau ca nu au pus si "Dragostea". :(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ne-am dus in spate, la baieti pentru pozeeeeee. Un ratat, care "canta" cand era Mossano pe scena ne-a injurat ca la usa cortului si ne-a impins ca pe ultimii boschetari jos. :| Au venit totusi baietii. Mai intai Laur: pozeee multe pozeee chair foarte multe pozeee. L-a chemat pe Spike: Pozee, multe pozee si mai multe pozee. :))) L-am rugat frumos sa-l cheme si pe Vlad si in sfarsit am si eu poza cu el. :D Am uitat sa precizez ca prima poza am facut-o cu Mitza. O onoare pentru mine. ;;) :)))&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oricum, baietii au fost cum ma asteptam, foarte foarte tari. Felicitari baieti, va mai asteptam la malul marii. Si o sa inchei cu un mesaj pe care i l-am trimis mamei cand au intrat baietii:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Okapi in, party up! :x&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7898316862226233103-2206047217909315649?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/2206047217909315649/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/07/guess-who-si-spike-tineretului.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/2206047217909315649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/2206047217909315649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/07/guess-who-si-spike-tineretului.html' title='Guess Who si Spike. Tineretului. [Agresiiiiiiiiiiiiv]'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-1118179316476256450</id><published>2010-07-01T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T02:46:39.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragostea.</title><content type='html'>Ok. E vara. O sa intru al dracului de rar pe blog. Asa ca bag acum o postare scurta. Mai scurta de atat nu o sa vedeti de la mine. Deci repet. E vara. Nu mai am timp de blog. De ce? Dimineata practica, de la 10 la 4 somn, de la 4 la 5 pregatire de plimbare si de la 6 la 12 out. Deci ma intelgeti.&lt;br /&gt;Si cum titlul postarii este "Dragostea" , dam drumu'. Deci.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Agresiv au lansat o piesa noua, defapt un remix dupa o piesa mai veche. Va las sa-l ascultati! Eu una o am pe repeat de azi dimineata!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O-BcL0ohrBs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O-BcL0ohrBs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Atat am avut de scris. Va urez o vacanta placuta si plina de distractii. Pe mine o sa ma gasiti in: Mangalia, Saturn, Neptun, Mamaia si Vama Veche. Ceau. :*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7898316862226233103-1118179316476256450?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/1118179316476256450/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/07/dragostea.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/1118179316476256450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/1118179316476256450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/07/dragostea.html' title='Dragostea.'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-5836836924352003907</id><published>2010-05-31T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T13:40:27.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fac parte din inima mea.</title><content type='html'>"Sunt toti cei care imi fac ziua mai buna." Intr-adevar asa si este. Am pus in ghilimele deoarece e dintr-o reclama. Nu stiu cum sa incep, pentru ca ar fi multe de scris si nu vreau sa va plictisesc. Asa ca o sa scriu, ca deobicei ce am pe suflet.&lt;br /&gt;Am avut multi prieteni, cel putin asa credeam eu, ca erau prieteni. Dar mi-am dat seama in ce lume traim. Cand era vorba sa ajut pe cineva, o faceam cu mare drag. Cum aveam eu o problema toti "prietenii" fugeau de mine.&lt;br /&gt;Dar a venit si ziua in care Dumnezeu mi-a facut cel mai de pret cadou &lt;b&gt;ADEVARATII&lt;/b&gt; prieteni. Si pot sa spun asta oricand, oricui si cu mana pe inima. Vreau sa scriu cate un cuvant despre fiecare si totodata sa le multumesc ca sunt mereu alaturi de mine. In orice secunda si in orice minut al zilei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vally&lt;/b&gt; - mereu ai avut grija de mine, m-ai iubit pentru ca sunt cum sunt si nu ai incercat sa ma schimbi. mereu ai stiut cand sa ma faci sa ma opresc din vreo prostie. mereu mi-ai dovedit ca esti cea mai buna prietena a mea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;te iubesc, vally!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Iulia - &lt;/b&gt;ne cunoastem din clasa a 6a dar abia acum am inceput sa fim prietene foarte bune. iti multumesc pentru ca si tu ai grija de mine cum poti. iti multumesc pentru ca tot timpul acasa ai cea mai buna mancare. :)) dar cel mai si cel mai important, iti multumesc ca te-ai apropiat foarte repede de mine si m-ai acceptat asa cum sunt eu [nebuna]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;te iubesc, iulia!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elghin - &lt;/b&gt;fratiorul meu scump si drag. iti multumesc pentru ca tot timpul esti de partea mea si cand am dreptate dar si cand nu am. de mica am vrut un fratior, dar se pare ca soarta a vrut ca &lt;i&gt;tu&lt;/i&gt; sa fi fratiorul meu "mai mare", cum imi place sa iti zic. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;te iubesc, Elghin!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Romy -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;tu esti cel care oricat de nervoasa sau trista as fi imi faci intr-adevar ziua mai buna. iti multumesc pentru ca tot timpul ma faci sa rad si imi dai speranta ca totul va fi bine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;te iubesc, Romy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Voi sunteti cele mai importante persoane din viata mea. Va multumesc din toata inima pentru ca existati! MULTUMESC...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Va iubesc maxim. Maxim am spus! :))&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;:*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7898316862226233103-5836836924352003907?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/5836836924352003907/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/05/fac-parte-din-inima-mea.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/5836836924352003907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/5836836924352003907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/05/fac-parte-din-inima-mea.html' title='Fac parte din inima mea.'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-3916519119069720683</id><published>2010-05-31T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T13:27:47.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 an.</title><content type='html'>1 an de cand eu cu Vally suntem cele mai bune prietene.&lt;br /&gt;1 an de cand ma suporta pe mine.&lt;br /&gt;Nu stau aici sa scriu chestii lungi si siropoase pentru ca astea le-am scris in scrisoarea pentru ea. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Aici vreau sa ii multumesc din nou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vally, iti multumesc pentru ca de 1 an de zile ai grija de mine, ma ajuti, imi dai sfaturi cat mai bune si ma certi de fiecare data cand e nevoie.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Iti multumesc pentru tot ce faci pentru mine.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Te iubesc &lt;i&gt;enorm&lt;/i&gt; 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Teza.</title><content type='html'>Maine am teza la romana. Din cate am inteles o sa ne ceara sa scriem ce este iubirea si sa facem o scrisoare de dragoste. Suna extrem de simplu nu?&lt;br /&gt;Pai bravo mai dragi profesori, pe o parte ne luati la misto cand ne vedeti de mana cu iubitul/iubita si ne spuneti vorbe precum "ce stiti voi la varsta voastra ce e aia iubirea..." dar pe de alta parte ne dati subiecte de teze in care sa scriem. Daca luam dupa judecata voastra ar trebui toti sa luam 3-4 in teza.&lt;br /&gt;Maine am teza, dupa cum am mai spus. Si vreau sa scriu eu un fel de definitie a iubirii. Mai bine zis vreau sa scriu ce am pe suflet. Tin sa mentionez ca la teza nu voi scrie ce postez aici.&lt;br /&gt;Ce este iubirea? In primul rand un substantiv comun format din 7 litere. Nesemnificativ? NU. Cand iubesti, deja faci parte dintr-o alta lume. Formata din tine si EL/EA. Pentru voi nu mai exista rautate, nu mai exista minciuni, nu mai exista nimic. Exista doar cuvintele tandre de amor adresate pe mess, pentru ca fata in fata mai nimeni nu are curajul sa spuna ce simte. Exista clipele de neuitat cand va tineti de mana. Acel moment in care simti ca mainile voastre au transpirat, dar parca nu te induri sa te desprinzi. Iti doresti sa-l/s-o tii de mana pentru tot restul vietii. Doar clipe de acest gen exista.&lt;br /&gt;Iubirea e momentul in care fluturii din stomac revin la viata. Momentul in care chiar daca sunteti impreuna de luni bune, inainte sa va vedeti tot ai emotii ca la prima intalnire. Si e normal, doar tineti unul la altul si va vreti ani buni, de ce nu o viata. Dar esti totusi constient ca vine si clipa in care unul din voi devine o veriga slaba si cedeaza din lantul vostru numit iubire.&lt;br /&gt;Iubirea e momentul in care iti propui sa-i spui in fata "Te iubesc!" dar te pierzi in privirea ei si ii oferi doar un sarut.&lt;br /&gt;Dar totusi, daca facem toate asta? De ce cand vine vorba de sentimente multi se feresc? Si se pare ca e o cheste mostenita din stra-stra-stra bunici. Ei isi declarau iubirea prin scrisori, noi prin messenger. As vrea sa vina o zi in care sa vad 2 indragostiti cum se uita unul in ochii celuilalt si isi spun din inima cat de mult se iubesc. Vreau sa vad in realitate, nu in filme. Ca in filme am vazut destul.&lt;br /&gt;Si poate voi avea sansa sa vad si o lume mai buna in care nu se va mai reduce totul la petting si sex de toate formele.&lt;br /&gt;Totusi, iubirea la varstele noastre este cea mai frumoasa si cea mai pura. De ce sa nu ne bucuram din plin de ea?&lt;br /&gt;Deci dragi profesori si dragi oameni "maturi" cunoscatori de viata, incetati sa ne mai criticati si amintiti-va de vremurile in care fugeati cu iubitul/iubita in baie sa va pupati, pt. ca va era frica de "tovarasa" profesoara. Amintiti-va si de datile in care ii puneati o floare in banca si o ciocolata, va ascundeati prin zona si asteptati sa vedeti reactia ei. Amintiti-va de toate acestea si dati-va seama ca suntem ca voi.&lt;br /&gt;PS: astept parerile voastre despre aceasta postare. :"&gt; :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7898316862226233103-5530173973970654200?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/5530173973970654200/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/05/ce-este-iubirea-teza.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/5530173973970654200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/5530173973970654200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/05/ce-este-iubirea-teza.html' title='Ce este iubirea? Teza.'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-5861730379583525515</id><published>2010-05-03T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T09:58:18.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doar poze.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uKhP1BSiVg0/S97822xAm4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/AvvHgJLcHhU/s1600/DSCF5708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uKhP1BSiVg0/S97822xAm4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/AvvHgJLcHhU/s320/DSCF5708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467085017018571650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKhP1BSiVg0/S97898u6LbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Eczvzymynxk/s1600/S8300175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uKhP1BSiVg0/S97_To0yOXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/uqhzk8cRDvQ/s320/DSCF5739.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467087710515771762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKhP1BSiVg0/S97_qNKZGsI/AAAAAAAAAGg/QZfx_7qcp2A/s1600/DSCF5743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKhP1BSiVg0/S97_qNKZGsI/AAAAAAAAAGg/QZfx_7qcp2A/s320/DSCF5743.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467088098227198658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKhP1BSiVg0/S97_6iCIrDI/AAAAAAAAAGo/skmqIazl7fA/s1600/DSCF5523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKhP1BSiVg0/S97_6iCIrDI/AAAAAAAAAGo/skmqIazl7fA/s320/DSCF5523.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467088378707618866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uKhP1BSiVg0/S98AEExOOAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/DsREFIQjc3I/s1600/DSCF7013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uKhP1BSiVg0/S98AEExOOAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/DsREFIQjc3I/s320/DSCF7013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467088542650742786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Click pe poze sa le vedeti mari. :&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7898316862226233103-5861730379583525515?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/5861730379583525515/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/05/doar-poze.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/5861730379583525515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/5861730379583525515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/05/doar-poze.html' title='Doar poze.'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uKhP1BSiVg0/S97822xAm4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/AvvHgJLcHhU/s72-c/DSCF5708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-5241143113656313709</id><published>2010-05-03T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T09:34:28.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party in tan-tan.</title><content type='html'>Am intrat pe la 23 in club, Dj Oldskull era la platane si isi facea treaba foarte bine. Noi 4 eram mai mult decat entuziasmate de faptul ca eram acolo. Pe la 00:30 a inceput sa se adunde lume.&lt;br /&gt;Si cum noi eram acolo special pentru baietii de la Okapi Sound ne-am dus in primul rand. Cum treaba a inceput sa se incinga am luat-o pe tipa de langa mine [care dansa bestial] si ne-am urcat pe scena. In final s-au urcat si tovarasele mele si am inceput sa dansam toate. Aaa mai erau 2 baieti care se miscau exceptional. La inceput a aparut JJ, care a tinut atmosfera maxima. Am facut poze cu ea si un foarte scurt schimb de replici. Toata distractia ok, cand la un moment dat simteam ca nu mai aveam aer. Am crezut ca este de la fum. Dar aproape jumatate din club era afara. Am crezut ca au venit baietii din Olimp. Care era defapt problema? Se pare ca cineva daduse cu spray paralizant, dar cum spusese DJ'ul "petrecerea continua". La scurt timp au aparut Grasu cu Vlad. Mici probleme cu mixeru' dar s-a rezolvat totul. &lt;br /&gt;Dupa ore luuungi de asteptare au venit si baietii din Olimp. Guess Who, Spike, Maximilian si Mitza.&lt;br /&gt;Au inceput Grasu cu Maximilian cu piesa "Elegant" dupa care Grasu a luat-o la misto pe una din animatoare. Initial i-a spus sa se intoarca un pic cu spatele, duduia facand pe interesanta. El a incercat sa o incurajeze spunandu-i ca daca se intoarce toti baietii din club vor aplaouda, dar ea a refuzat, pana i-a trantit-o Grasu. "Tie sigur iti place anal." Au continuat cu piese ca "Jos, jos, jos" ,"Supereroul tau" , "Prea mult fum" , "Pizda la volan" si "Maria Ioana". Sincer nu mai stiu ordinea, iar daca am omis vreo piesa anuntati-ma si corectez. &lt;br /&gt;Guess Who si Spike si-au facut treaba cum au stiut mai bine. In boxe au bubuit melodii precum "Tu" , "Scandal" , "Gen" , "Locul potrivit" , "A doua oara" , "Flori ilegale" si maximul serii "Pi2de". Si ca sa ma laud cum imi place mie, doar noi cele 4 fane dedicate stiam intreaga piesa pe de rost.&lt;br /&gt;Baietii s-au retras, party-ul a continuat cu DJ Old Skull, Mitza si nu mai stiu cine era pe acolo. :"&gt; Sincer eram foarte ametita din mai multe motive. :D :))&lt;br /&gt;Si au urmat momentele magice, cum le spunem eu si pi2dele mele. :"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poza &amp; autograf de la Spike, poza &amp; autograf de la Guess Who, poza cu Grasu care era cel mai fericit de acolo [you know :&gt; ], poza cu Maximilian cu o mica peripetie. In loc sa o iau pe Madu dupa mine care avea aparatul foto am luat-o pe Ambra. Noroc ca aveam la mine jaful meu de aparat. Poza cu Alex Velea si poza cu Mitza.&lt;br /&gt;Ne-am dus pe plaja sa vedem rasaritul iar in spatele nostru Grasu, Vlad, Mitza si inca, cativa. A venit Grasu la noi, noi un pic mirate nu stiam ce avea sa ne spuna. Acum si cu un pistol la tampla nu mai am idee ce ne-a spus deoarece eram ametita [am precizat mai sus] si foarte emotionata. Dar ultima propozitie mi-a ramas in minte. "Stay in school."&lt;br /&gt;Deci voi incheia postarea cu promisiunea catre Grasu ca ne vom tine de scoala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mai fac inca o postare doar cu poze. Si de final o piesa care a rupt clubul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NcMeVP--usM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NcMeVP--usM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7898316862226233103-5241143113656313709?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/5241143113656313709/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/05/party-in-tan-tan.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/5241143113656313709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/5241143113656313709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/05/party-in-tan-tan.html' title='Party in tan-tan.'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-5638489196660717467</id><published>2010-05-03T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T08:15:24.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Special. 1 mai.</title><content type='html'>Pentru unii o zi normala, pentru mine mai mult decat superba. O luam cu inceputul. &lt;br /&gt;M-am sculat dimineata, am facut putina curatenie si niste clatite cu finetti. Tin sa mentionez ca intr-una am pus finetti cu putina ceapa. [surpriza :"&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;Ok, s-a facut ora 11 si m-am dus in fata Casei Tineretului sa imi iau pi2dele in primire. Da, Laru, Ambra si Madu erau pe teritoriul pur mangaliot. :)) Ne-am luat in brate, ne-am pupat tot tacamu'. &lt;br /&gt;Ne-am dus la mine acasa sa le servesc cu mult-asteptatele si mult-promisele clatite si sa o cunoasca pe mama. Le-am pus la fiecare parte clatite in farfurie, iar lui Laru i-am strecurat-o si pe cea speciala acolo. Totu' bine si frumos cand de-odata ii observam fata lui Laru plina de nervi. Muscase zdravan din clatita cu ceapa si era atat de ocupata sa gaseasca loc in care sa arunce ce avea in gura incat era sa scuipa fix pe cosul meu de rufe. :-w Ok, tin sa mentionez ca m-a alergat prin casa cu clatita aia nenorocita avand intentia de a mi-o lipi in freza dupa care a mi-o indesa-o in gura dar spre fericirea mea nu a reusit.&lt;br /&gt;Am plecat de acasa cu directia Vama Veche. Intre timp tot norocoasa noastra Laru si-a cumparat o cartela Vodafone. Si cum iubita noastra Madu a tinut neaparat sa o ajute, a razuit cartela aia definitiv. Atat de grijulie a fost incat a rupt tot codul fara sa vrea. =&gt; bani fututi. :))&lt;br /&gt;Am ajuns la gara, am luat niste bere, tutun si directia Vama Veche. Acolo am facut o tura de Vama, si-au luat 'fetili' ce au vrut, ne-am asezat intr-un colt de terasa, am baut berile si ne-am carat spre Mangalia. Alta faza frumoasa de precizat a fost ca la intoarcere ne-am strecurat atat de bine incat nu am mai platit transportu'.&lt;br /&gt;In Mangalia ne-am dus la o cofetarie, ne-am umplut stomacu' cu Profiterol si ne-am dus spre ruine unde am stat vreo 10 minute sa faca Ambra poze. De acolo directia spre plaja. Acolo la fel poze, poze si iar poze. Dar stai un pic ca se apropia momentul magic. Pe la 5 juma ne-am luat cururile de pe nisip si am luat-o spre casele noastre cu intentia de a merge in club Tan-tan sa ne inplimin visele. Vorba lui Spike "visele devin realitate".&lt;br /&gt;Ne-am intalnit la ele la vila, mi-am luat tricoul lui Laru "sucar" pe care era imprimat mesajul "Vin spre tine, SALUTA-MA!" si am plecat.&lt;br /&gt;In gara ne-am cam speriat putin ca nu mai aparea microbuzul dar intr-un final am pornit calumea la drum. Ambra cu micile ei dureri de stomac s-a descurcat foarte bine. :D&lt;br /&gt;Si iata-ne ca eram in gara din Constanta, aproape de Mamaia deci. Ne-am urcat frumusel intr-un taxi, tin se precizez ca acel dobitoc nu avea habar unde se afla clubul. Am sunat-o pe o fata venita si ea din tara la party, care ne-a explicat atat de frumos incat am dat 35 de lei la taxi. :))&lt;br /&gt;Mai conta suma cand noi eram la fata locului? Extrem de incantate ne-am dus sa vedem cum sta treaba pe unde intram si tot tacamu'. Unu de pe acolo ne-a zis sa urcam niste scari sa facem dreapta si etc pana am ajuns in fata ghenelor de gunoi. Superb. Intr-un final am gasit si minunata intrare catre club. Am fost anuntate ca defapt intrarea se va face de la 22:45. No problem, am ajutat-o pe o tipa sa imparta flyere cu Agresiv si ne-am distrat pe cinste. [era logic] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mai sus este continuarea, deoarece aceea este si o recenzie despre party, deci cititi acolo continuarea. :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7898316862226233103-5638489196660717467?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/5638489196660717467/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/05/special-1-mai.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/5638489196660717467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/5638489196660717467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/05/special-1-mai.html' title='Special. 1 mai.'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-119066615604192857</id><published>2010-04-22T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T10:57:31.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La multi ani Spike!</title><content type='html'>Dupa cum stiti ieri, 21 aprilie a fost ziua lui Spike. Si dupa cum stiti marea majoritate m-am agitat sa-i facem un cadou special, din partea fanilor. Ce-i drept m-am chinuit mult dar a iesit ceva foarte marfa. Clipul il voi posta la final. &lt;br /&gt;Tin sa ma laud si cu faptul ca da, Spike a vazut clipul. [asta e pentru mancatorii de cacat care ziceau ca ne agitam degeaba. muie fraierilor]. &lt;br /&gt;Si chiar vreau sa-l citez pe Spike: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Am fost mega surprins la modul placut. E cel mai frumos cadou primit de ziua mea. Le multumesc tuturor celor implicati si ma bucur ca exista astfel de fani. Pentru ei merita sa faci piese si videoclipuri."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum va las sa va delectati cu articoul de pe apropo si de pe blogul lui Spike.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.apropo.ro/showbiz/spike-a-primit-cel-mai-frumos-cadou-de-ziua-lui-din-partea-fanilor-6015072&lt;br /&gt;SI&lt;br /&gt;http://www.spike.ro/news/21-aprilie-2010&lt;br /&gt;ACUM SI CLIPUL.... :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ldUfFP6iXow&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ldUfFP6iXow&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7898316862226233103-119066615604192857?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/119066615604192857/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/04/la-multi-ani-spike.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/119066615604192857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/119066615604192857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/04/la-multi-ani-spike.html' title='La multi ani Spike!'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-53600164438956671</id><published>2010-04-17T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T09:35:33.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Who si Spike. Cea mai tare seara din viata mea.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKhP1BSiVg0/S8nZ0uRoveI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/aAEy2rNBGZ4/s1600/S8300029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKhP1BSiVg0/S8nZ0uRoveI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/aAEy2rNBGZ4/s320/S8300029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461135522961866210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acum voi povesti in foarte multe randuri, cred, cea mai bestiala seara din toata viata mea. In primul rand trebuie sa-i multumesc lui Elif pt. ca mi-a spus de concert si pt bratarile cu Guess Who si Spike.&lt;br /&gt;Deci, am plecat cu Carmen, prietena mea, de acasa spre club cu masina tatalui ei. Am ajuns acolo, ne-am intalnit cu restul si ne-am dus in club. Ne-am asezat la masa, am dansat, am baut, am ras, am fost nervosi. Trec direct la subiect. Dupa 3 ore de house incredibil de tampit, incepe o melodie foarte marfa, RnB cred. Dupa ritm si mixaj mi-am dat seama. Unul dintre Agresivi trecuse la platane. Am anuntat-o pe Carmen ca ma duc sa ma plantez in fata asa zisei scene in primul rand. Zis si facut. Am stat vreo 15 minute in picioare ascultand niste melodii marfa. Moment magic: intra Guess Who si Spike. Toti aplaudam, tipam, in delir.&lt;br /&gt;Au inceput cu "Anonim-Extrema zilei". Si mi s-a parut patetic faptul ca marea majoritate stiau sa cante doar "A-n-o-n-i-m, Anonim." Dar eu nu. Eu am cantat toata melodia impreuna cu ei. Deja si-au dat seama ca au in fata lor o fana de fana. :]] De la prima melodie mi-a intins Guess Who microfonul sa cant. Moment fantastic. &lt;br /&gt;Inca cateva piese pe care am cantat la fel impreuna cu ei. Au facut o mica pauza si ne-au spus despre CD'urile lor care vor aparea iar cu Gazeta Sporturilor saptamana aceasta. Guess Who ne-a si intrebat daca am cumparat CD'urile prima data. Tot clubul a spus da. El a intrebat iar "sigur?" Atunci am scos CD'ul din geanta si i l-am aratat, el fiind fix in fata mea. Mi l-a luat din mana si l-a aratat celorlalti ca sa si-l cumpere.&lt;br /&gt;A urmat o serie marfa de melodii. Spike a vrut sa ne invete cum sa cantam melodia "Bum, bum" dar cineva, adica eu, stia. Asa ce putea sa faca nebuna de mine? Am inceput sa tip "Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum!" El s-a uitat la mine zmabind, si i-a invatat pe restul, eu avand deja lectia predata. b-]&lt;br /&gt;O alta faza marfa a mai fost cand Guess Who a cantat melodia "Sunete", aceasta fiind featuring Mitza. Am cantat impreuna cu el, logic, si l-a sfarsitul piesei am intrebat: "Unde-i Mitzaaaaaaa? :D" Spike a inceput sa rada si a spus: "Ce-l indrageste lumea pe Mitza, pe unde mergem intreaba lumea de el. Mitza e la Bucuresti cu Maxi si Grasu'." O replica de genu' a dat. Nu mai stiu bine, aveam adrenalina in sange si tensiunea ridicata la maxim.&lt;br /&gt;A inceput Spike sa ne vorbeasca despre, citez: "O piesa careia ii voi face videoclip in curand." Logic ca nu a mai apucat sa spuna numele piesei pt. ca am tipat eu "Realitateeeeeee!!" El a zis: "vedeti cine stie? :&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Ce sa mai spun de faptul ca mi-au pus de vreo 4-5 ori microfonul in fata sa cant, ca mi-au zambit de o groaza de ori cand nimeni nu stia versurile dar eu totusi aveam lectiile la zi.&lt;br /&gt;Se terminase totul. Dar urma sa-mi indeplinesc niste mici dorinte: poze, autograf, o mica discutie. Zis si facut. Am luat-o pe Carmen si ne-am dus la Guess Who. Cu mult tupeu m-am bagat in fata tuturor si i-am zis "Laur, facem o poza? ;;)" Am facut si poza, i-am si urat bafta la concertul de pe 24 si i-am zis ca sigur piesa PI 2 DE o sa fie hit. M-am dus la Spike, aceiasi intrebare, deci o poza. Am tinut cont de faptul ca pe 21 aprilie este ziua lui si i-am urat: "La multi ani Spike, sa ti se indeplineasca toate dorintele!" Si i-am mai urat multa bafta pt. pe 24.&lt;br /&gt;Am dat sa plecam dar mi-am adus aminte ceva. Autografeeee. M-am impins iar in toata lumea sa ma bag eu in fata si i-am cerut lui Guess Who autograf pe carcasa CD'ului. Dupa autograf i-am zis ca pe 24 o sa stau toata noaptea cu ochii beliti in pc sa-i vad la concert. Deh criza. A inteles omu' logic. I-am cerut si lui Spike autograf si am plecat cu un zambet de 5 kilometri pe buze.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKhP1BSiVg0/S8nfknTteLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7EncQcHChHs/s1600/S8300041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uKhP1BSiVg0/S8nfknTteLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7EncQcHChHs/s320/S8300041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461141843283376306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uKhP1BSiVg0/S8nfwbKnZkI/AAAAAAAAAE4/J6GhKQ1WaRE/s1600/S8300042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uKhP1BSiVg0/S8nfwbKnZkI/AAAAAAAAAE4/J6GhKQ1WaRE/s320/S8300042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461142046182434370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am plecat toti din club. Dar cum oare? Pe jos. Da ma. Din Neptun pana in Mangalia. Pe o ploaie nenorocita, cu un dita-mai ciolofanu' in cap. Iar Carmen cu niste toace imense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKhP1BSiVg0/S8nfJ_uTyII/AAAAAAAAAEo/3h9eWyc5HIE/s1600/S8300047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKhP1BSiVg0/S8nfJ_uTyII/AAAAAAAAAEo/3h9eWyc5HIE/s320/S8300047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461141385980921986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am ajuns in final in Mangalia cu bine, dar era 4 dimineata. Eu aveam o frica nenorict de tampita sa merg pe jos pe varianta sau prin centru pana acasa. Asa ca am ramas la Carmen. Si cam asa aratam noi dupa o seara de destrabalare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uKhP1BSiVg0/S8ngOze6keI/AAAAAAAAAFA/SPFmVMReGzQ/s1600/S8300060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uKhP1BSiVg0/S8ngOze6keI/AAAAAAAAAFA/SPFmVMReGzQ/s320/S8300060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461142568106103266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si acum de final, teaserul viitorului hit PI 2 DE. Ascultati si minunati-va. ;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="55"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/MondenInfo/185084ee158abb.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="durataAudio=24&amp;titluEmbed=Teaser%20Guess%20Who%20si%20Spike%20-%20PI2DE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.trilulilu.ro/audio/MondenInfo/185084ee158abb.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="55" FlashVars="durataAudio=24&amp;titluEmbed=Teaser%20Guess%20Who%20si%20Spike%20-%20PI2DE"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/audio/Muzica" title="Muzica"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;PS: cam asta a fost cea mai bestiala seara din viata mea. chiar daca sunt treaza de 36 de ore, am gatul varza, cearcane pana la gura si ochii umflati, seara asta nu o voi uita niciodata. Okapi Sound ruleaza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PPS: ca la concertul din Constanta am ciordit si de data asta un afis pentru peretele meu minunat. b-]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7898316862226233103-53600164438956671?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/53600164438956671/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/04/guess-who-si-spike-cea-mai-tare-seara.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/53600164438956671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/53600164438956671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/04/guess-who-si-spike-cea-mai-tare-seara.html' title='Guess Who si Spike. Cea mai tare seara din viata mea.'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uKhP1BSiVg0/S8nZ0uRoveI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/aAEy2rNBGZ4/s72-c/S8300029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-2933192166761924218</id><published>2010-04-10T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T06:27:01.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La vita e bella. xD</title><content type='html'>Nu am mai scris de mult timp pentru ca nu am mai avut ce. Nici acum nu am, dar totusi nu vreau sa para un blog uitat de lume. Chiar daca asa este. =]&lt;br /&gt;Sunt fericita pentru ca in 21 de zile o sa le vad pentru prima data pe Ambra, Laru si Madu. Pentru ca o sa fie 1 mai si pun pariu pe orice ca o sa fie una din cele mai bestiale zile din viata mea. Laru, sa ma calce masina daca atunci cand o sa cobori din tren nu o sa-ti dau clatite facute de mine. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madule tie o sa-ti fac o omleta data dracu'. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iar Ambra... o ciorba de fasole e buna? =]]&lt;br /&gt;In fine. Ideea e ca o sa ma distrez cum nu m-am mai distrat de mult. Abia astept sa vina ziua aia mai repede. 8-&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In final, o melodie "pa sistem" cum v-am obisnuit, "casa moara fetili."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CanAuizYjOI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CanAuizYjOI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7898316862226233103-2933192166761924218?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/2933192166761924218/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/04/la-vita-e-bella-xd.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/2933192166761924218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/2933192166761924218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/04/la-vita-e-bella-xd.html' title='La vita e bella. xD'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-1891927450893656195</id><published>2010-04-01T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T13:18:55.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pun castile si plec.</title><content type='html'>Au fost niste zile ciudate. Intr-adevar, vineri a fost frumos, am plantat un copacel. Sambata mi-am facut ziua, caterinca. Duminica, am fost in Constanta cu Sabb sa-mi iau haine si Gloabe.&lt;br /&gt;Dar ca deobicei viata mea de mocirla ma face sa ma simt mai rau decat as putea. &lt;br /&gt;Cu ce sa incep? Aaaa pai dupa cum toti prietenii mei stiu, m-am inscris la un proiect. Urma sa dau niste examene si daca treceam mergeam in Spania o luna, aproximativ. Pai bun. Am luat nota de trecere la proba scrisa, am luat 9,50 la interviu. Si ghici ce? Aflu ca dupa ce am tocit ca proasta si am alergat intr-una sunt rezerva. Hai radeti de mine ca asa va sta in fire.&lt;br /&gt;O parte buna. Am aflat ca vara asta merg pe la Predeal.&lt;br /&gt;Continuand. Daca exista pe lumea asta...ok de preferat in judetul Constanta cineva care e de acord sa-si piarda timpul cu mine [baiat fiind] sa dea buzz. Hai ca suna a curva. &lt;br /&gt;Ideea e urmatoarea, cum zice si colega mea, Lady D: "mereu pe cine vrei nu iese,si pe aia pe care nu-i vrei se tin scai."&lt;br /&gt;Niciodata nu am inteles un lucru. Toti imi spuneti ca sunt frumoasa, dracu' sa ma ia, ba si cand vine vorba de baieti sunt pe tusa. NU intru in detalii, chiar daca aici pun totul pe fata, pentru ca de data aceasta totul o sa ramana intre mine si el. Defapt, intre mine si mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bSkUC3K-v3E&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bSkUC3K-v3E&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7898316862226233103-1891927450893656195?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/1891927450893656195/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/04/pun-castile-si-plec.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/1891927450893656195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/1891927450893656195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/04/pun-castile-si-plec.html' title='Pun castile si plec.'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-6438184216301028664</id><published>2010-03-25T13:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T14:02:21.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zile de primavara.</title><content type='html'>Nu am mai scris de cateva zile pe blog de lene. Sincer. E prea frumos ca sa-mi pierd vremea in fata blogului. Dar acum e 11 noaptea imi permit.&lt;br /&gt;Pai sunt fericita mai, in sfarsit. De ce? Pentru ca avenit primavara. Pentru ca exista acea Sabina a mea, pentru ca exista Madu, Laru si Ambra, pentru ca exista cei de www.tu-r.ro, pentru ca exista Vally, pentru ca exista tot ce e mai frumos pe pamant. PRIETENI. :]&lt;br /&gt;Sunt in zilele in care imi doresc sa alerg pe camp intr-o fusta lunga alba, sau in Vama in rochia mea hippie.&lt;br /&gt;Tot ce imi doresc acum este sa vina vara si sa merg in Spania.&lt;br /&gt;Si cum totul e in floare si prostia e in floare. Am la specimene in jurul meu de ma roade stomacu' =|&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Stiu ca va plictisesc, bla bla bla, dar imi place sa apas pe tastele astea misto. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maine merg cu clasa si celelalte licee si scoli in nu stiu ce padure sa plantam fiecare cate un copacel. O sa ma duc si o sa imi pun si o dorinta, iar maine va voi povesti cum a fost. :]&lt;br /&gt;PS:Stiu ca sunteti obisnuiti sa va pun melodiile lui Spike, Guess Who, Agresiv etc, dar aceasta este una din preferatele mele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Dac-ai fi in locul meu ai asculta&lt;br /&gt;Dac-as fi in locul tau as trece peste&lt;br /&gt;Dac-as fi in locul lui mi-as spune zambeste&lt;br /&gt;Dac-as fi in locul lor as fluiera"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gkV_vSSK5aE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gkV_vSSK5aE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7898316862226233103-6438184216301028664?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/6438184216301028664/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/03/zile-de-primavara.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/6438184216301028664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/6438184216301028664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/03/zile-de-primavara.html' title='Zile de primavara.'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-2201984787512300033</id><published>2010-03-23T06:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T06:32:29.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Astazi nu iubesc, astazi o frec.</title><content type='html'>Azi nu. Chiar nu am chef si nici nu am avut. Sunt intr-o stare ciudata. Dar nu mai zic nimic. De ce? Pai de mere. Ca dupa ma trezesc cu cine stie ce barfe pe cap. No thanks. Azi, maine si restul saptamanii as vrea sa fiu in Vama Veche sau undeva pe o plaja pustie. Cu ***** multe, o bere si mp3-ul cu muzica de la Okapi si niste reggae.&lt;br /&gt;M-am saturat de atata trafic. M-am saturat de harmalaie, vreau sa evadez. [si nu ma, nu sunt vreo emonela distrusa]&lt;br /&gt;Acum ma gandesc la un singur lucru. Defapt sunt doua. Unul din ele este Spania. Al doilea? Mmm, lasa-ma ca nu zic. Oricum te-ai prins.&lt;br /&gt;Stau si numar zilele pana la vacanta de vara. Pana cand o sa pot sa ma angajez, sau poate numar zilele pana cand voi avea pe cineva aproape de mine? Nu stiu. Cred ca ambele. Si nu stiu de ce am senzatia ca a doua numaratoare va mai tine mult. Nuuu, nu am nevoie de mila voastra. Nici de iubirea voastra. Ba din contra.&lt;br /&gt;Sa ma simt mai bine? Alimentati-ma cu ura care domneste in voi, cu scarba fata de mine, cu sentimentul ala de greata cand auziti de mine. Nu ma mai intrebati ce fac. Nu imi da-ti buna. Faceti ca deobicei, apelati la mine cand aveti nevoie de ceva. Pentru ce e buna o bucata de plastilina.&lt;br /&gt;Chiar va rog. Si continuand cu ce imi doresc. Imi doresc sa le vad pe Madu, Ambra si Laru mai repede. Imi doresc sa il vad pe Tudor [tatiii] [Electric Paranoid] si mai repede si imi doresc, pai imi doresc atat de mult, defapt toti stiti cat de mult imi doresc sa cante iar baietii [gasca Okapi] la mare.&lt;br /&gt;Si de ce sa nu ma plang cand este blogul meu? Vreau multe lucruri, cred ca mult mai multe decat credeti voi.&lt;br /&gt;Atat pe postarea de azi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Astazi nu iubesc, astazi nu traiesc, astazi o frec. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/08SyyC1Q470&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/08SyyC1Q470&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7898316862226233103-2201984787512300033?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/2201984787512300033/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/03/astazi-nu-iubesc-astazi-o-frec.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/2201984787512300033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/2201984787512300033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/03/astazi-nu-iubesc-astazi-o-frec.html' title='Astazi nu iubesc, astazi o frec.'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-4642460122428579600</id><published>2010-03-19T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T10:22:57.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ziua mea, moment de neuitat. [18 martie]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uKhP1BSiVg0/S6OxTQle5nI/AAAAAAAAACs/CxlohvwDvUI/s1600-h/DSC03425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uKhP1BSiVg0/S6OxTQle5nI/AAAAAAAAACs/CxlohvwDvUI/s320/DSC03425.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450394918476244594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uKhP1BSiVg0/S6OxOX3VhPI/AAAAAAAAACk/lx5_pDjeejw/s1600-h/S8300007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uKhP1BSiVg0/S6OxOX3VhPI/AAAAAAAAACk/lx5_pDjeejw/s320/S8300007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450394834530829554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In primul rand vreau sa multumesc tuturor celor care mi-au urat "la multi ani!", care m-au sunat, mi-au lasat mesaje pe mess, mi-au trimis mesaje pe telefon sau au gasit vreo modalitate prin a-mi spune asta. Acum am sa va povestesc de ce nu o sa uit eu NICIODATA cum am implinit eu varsta de 16 ani.&lt;br /&gt;A venit marea dimineata de 18 martie, mi-am facut tot ce aveam de facut dimineata si am plecat la liceu. Fiind ziua mea mi-am permis sa intarzii la prima ora chiar daca aveam matematica. Am intrat extrem de zambitoare in clasa, moment in care o groaza de colegi au sarit sa ma imbratiseze, sa ma pupe si tot pachetul. [moment extrem de emtionant pt. mine, deoarece nu ma asteptam la o primire asa calduroasa].&lt;br /&gt;A inceput ora, am impartit bomboane prin clasa, Tofix [Bianca] mi-a facut poze si etc. :] Am continuat cu bomboanele in pauza. Hai sa mananc una, hai sa-i dau si lui Gabi, hai sa-i dau si lui Comy, eu de ce sa nu mai mananc cateva? Da-i si ataca. [am mai facut eu ceva in pauza aceea care a provocat ce va urma dar asta nu se scrie aici. o stiu colegii. :P ]&lt;br /&gt;A venit urmatoarea ora de matematica in care eram mai rau ca Morticia. Alba la fata cu ochii gri cu galben. Stiam ce va urma, asa ca am cerut la toaleta cu colega de banca. Acolo am fost o mica fantana arteziana. Am urcat in clasa si am stat toata ora cu capul pe banca. A venit pauza, a plecat diriga din clasa, m-am ridicat sa ma duc la geam dar...dar nu mai aveam cum si nici timp. Am bagat o viteza 'turbo' in spatele clasei si le-am lasat o amintire colegilor mei, asa de 16 ani. [am dat la rate, la boboci, am facut pe fantana arteziana mai pe romaneste am borât]&lt;br /&gt;Toata clasa fuga pe hol, cateva colege m-au ajutat sa-mi revin din micul meu 'soc'. Tin sa precizez ca aveam niste nervi oribili si plangeam extrem de tare.&lt;br /&gt;Ei bine acum sa facem haz de necaz. Imi revenisem, am iesit pe hol la colegi, am ras de mama focului, a fost o mica problema cu femeia de servici care prefera sa futa menta decat sa vina sa curete. Partea buna in patania asta a fost ca i-am scapat pe colegi de o mare parte din ora de O.U.E.&lt;br /&gt;Deja eram "vedeta" in cancelarie. Adica, "la naiba in puii mei", cate persoane vomita de ziua lor in clasa? :))&lt;br /&gt;A venit seara cu rasetele de rigoare, am fost la bunica [traditia] sa mananc din primul tort de 16 ani [am doua-al doilea o sa-l devorez pe 27 cand ies cu tovarasii] am ajuns acasa si am chemat-o pe mica mea Sabb [Sabina ma] la mine. Am uitat sa precizez ca ea mi-a dat cadoul miercuri seara, un tricou bestial, ca sa-l port al liceu de ziua mea. Si a stat asta mica la mine pana pe la 11. Am mancat tort, "beutura si manele", ok fara manele. :)) Doar hip-hop. ;;]&lt;br /&gt;Si cam asa am implinit eu 16 ani. Nu imi inchipui ce o sa fie la majoratul meu. :))&lt;br /&gt;Cam atat ma. :] Va pup. :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rk_GHkvcvs4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rk_GHkvcvs4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7898316862226233103-4642460122428579600?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/4642460122428579600/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/03/ziua-mea-moment-de-neuitat-18-martie.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/4642460122428579600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/4642460122428579600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/03/ziua-mea-moment-de-neuitat-18-martie.html' title='ziua mea, moment de neuitat. [18 martie]'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uKhP1BSiVg0/S6OxTQle5nI/AAAAAAAAACs/CxlohvwDvUI/s72-c/DSC03425.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-8719018599579967437</id><published>2010-03-14T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T11:01:18.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rupe-te.</title><content type='html'>Rupe-te ma. De ce? D-aia.&lt;br /&gt;Si daca tot o tin in balarii continui cu asa ceva.&lt;br /&gt;Deci tampita sunt tampita am fost, tampita raman. De ce? D-aia. Si ca sa va dovedesc idiotenia mea am sa pun niste "rime" din a 8a, si un mic text care l-am scris la un test la romana. Incepand cu "rimele":&lt;br /&gt;'Bai prea frumoasa pasarica,&lt;br /&gt;M-ai atins la corazon,&lt;br /&gt;Cand m-ai luat de jucarica,&lt;br /&gt;Am simtit ca am sa mor.&lt;br /&gt;Cand m-ai tarat in pat&lt;br /&gt;M-am simtit axfisiat,&lt;br /&gt;Am facut atac de cord&lt;br /&gt;Cand te-am vazut goala pe covor.'&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ma. Wtf?! Aveam minte bolnava. :&gt; Dar iata ce a iesit si in a 9a.&lt;br /&gt;Aveam test la romana si trebuia sa scriem ce este iubire, cum ni se pare ea. Si da-i:&lt;br /&gt;'Iubirea este ca zacusca. Vinetele sunt pasiunea, pastarnacul placerea, ardeiul rosu fluturii din stomac, iar sosul inima iubitorului. Iar totul este un amestec "colorat" si plin de savoare."&lt;br /&gt;Multuemsc, multumesc fanii mei. Atat pe azi. Lenea asta ma ucide. V-am pupat. 4 zileeeee. \m/&lt;br /&gt;ps: greselile, cacama-s in ele ;;]&lt;br /&gt;Astazi, GRASU XLL &amp; MITZA [agresiv] -PREA MULT FUM. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3JaiNC9KJ7I&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3JaiNC9KJ7I&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7898316862226233103-8719018599579967437?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/8719018599579967437/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/03/rupe-te.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/8719018599579967437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/8719018599579967437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/03/rupe-te.html' title='Rupe-te.'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-7272003263755414209</id><published>2010-03-12T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T10:27:39.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>P de la ... mama dracu'</title><content type='html'>Titlu de "haur". Iar o sa ma laud si o sa spun. "Coaie, 6 zile, mancati-as \m/ ."&lt;br /&gt;Deci hai sa povestesc ce s-a intamplat ieri. Ieri mi-a venit minunatul colet cu SUPERBA mea camasa ca a lu' Mitza [doar ca pe albastru]. Coletul mi-a fost trimit prin posta "lenta", deci si servirea la ghiseu a fost lenta.&lt;br /&gt;M-am dus eu la 4 pe o ploaie nenorocita la posta, uda toata pana la chiloti. Ma pun la ghiseu si astept. 1 minut, 2 minute, [ma gandeam ca are documente importante] 10 minute, 11 minute si-mi bag pula. "Doamna, ma serviti si pe mine va rog? Sunt uda pana la sosete si vreau si eu sa merg acasa. :]" Doamna 'draguta' se uita chioras la mine de parca mi-as fi bagat pula in mortii ei si-mi zice: "Ce papusica, te dor picioarele? Mori daca mai astepti?" Foarte stresata de faptul ca imi spune papusica si de faptul ca vroiam in coaiele mele acasa sa ma usuc ii spun "Draga doamna, ma uit la nenorocitu' asta de ceas de 12 minute. Vreau un rahat de colet, intelegeti. Nu stau aici sa va numarati dumneavoastra tampoanele, deci va rog." Cu o gratie de lebada cu diaree, se duce "maiestuos", zburand de fericire sa-mi ia coletul. A durat ceva sa-l ia din spate, si cand il primesc, aproape ca puteam sa vad camasa. Dragul meu colet parea sfasiat de o fiara  infometata. Ea imi explica ca asa a fost primit. Imi arunca o privire de constipata, de data aceasta, eu ii arunc o privire la fel de dulce ca otetul cu benzina si plec.&lt;br /&gt;Concluzie: Sunt INDRAGOSTITA pana peste cap de Posta Futut... pardon, Romana. :]&lt;br /&gt;Pe seara asta cam atat ca am o lene cretina, ma doare burta si pe langa toate astea s-a ars si becul din camera. Primitiva dracu' ce sunt. :]]&lt;br /&gt;Si o melodie, pe sistemu' lu' Agresiv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mqL15FZnMtM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mqL15FZnMtM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7898316862226233103-7272003263755414209?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/7272003263755414209/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/03/p-de-la-mama-dracu.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/7272003263755414209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/7272003263755414209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/03/p-de-la-mama-dracu.html' title='P de la ... mama dracu&apos;'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-2111813936645775775</id><published>2010-03-10T11:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T10:30:42.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pastrama.</title><content type='html'>Nu are ma nici-o legatura pastrama cu ce o sa scriu. Calm, nu va mai frecati stomacul, si nu mai borati pe tastaturi. Azi este 10 martie. La dracu' 8 zile pana la ziua mea. Fac 16 ani, sunt cica mai matura, mai constienta, mai proasta. Ultima am nimerit-o.&lt;br /&gt;Deci azi mi s-a rupt o unghie. Creste, creste. Mi-e sete si as bea un ceai, dar am mai baut 2 pentru raceala.&lt;br /&gt;Deci 8 zile ma, 8 zile. Da, am o fixatie. Iar e o zi in care nu am ce sa scriu. Parca as face iar pe meteorologul. Afara e fleoscaiala, s-a dus dracu zapada. Ghioceii nu se mai axfisiaza, se ineaca. Da-ti-le ma colaci, sau mai bine mucenici, incap cate 2.&lt;br /&gt;Si anunt de ultima ora. Bagati pentru Otv, Pro TV si care mama ma-sii mai sunt. Imi mai fac un blog cu pozele mele "hartistice". Colectii de "haur". :]]&lt;br /&gt;Hai va pup, ce sufletelu' meu. Si ca sa va "simteti" bine, va pun o melodia de-a lu' Mitza [Agresiv] b-].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q-mszmXiE80&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q-mszmXiE80&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7898316862226233103-2111813936645775775?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/2111813936645775775/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/03/pastrama.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/2111813936645775775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/2111813936645775775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/03/pastrama.html' title='Pastrama.'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-8331758497608543597</id><published>2010-03-09T02:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T10:32:17.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninge coaie, ghicoceii se axfisiaza.</title><content type='html'>"Ba a venit primavara." Asta auzeam acum cateva zile. "Ba bagami-as mi-am stricat adidasii la cum ninge afara." Asta aud acum. Ce dragut. Acu' doua zile ghioceii se scremeau sa iasa din pamant si acum norii se caca zapada. Superb. Dar nu e blog de meteorologie asa ca trec la stupizeniile mele.&lt;br /&gt;Azi e 9.  Asa si? Mama face pizza. Asa si? Sabina o sa manance pizza. Asa si? Nea, nimic, doar ca nu am idee ce sa scriu.&lt;br /&gt;Pai o sa scriu balarii, ca de exemplu azi la ora de mate toti saracii inghetati si plin de apa ori zapada. [in afara de mine ca eu am venit cu "Tancul" lu' Sabb] Diriga ne intreaba de unde am venit iar eu am raspuns "de acasa." Ce dracu' nu de acolo veneam? Mda, s-a ras. Stiu ca TU nu o sa razi. &gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;Am aflat aseara un lucru defapt doua lucruri misto cu Madu, Laru si Ambra. :&gt; Pe domnul Spike 8-&gt; il cheama Pavel, nu Paul. :]] [are un nume frumos, dar el prefera Paul]&lt;br /&gt;Iar pe dragul meu Mitza. [call me obsessed bitch :&gt;] Ghidarcea Mihai. ;;] Vai ce dragut. :o3&lt;br /&gt;Deci ma, e abia ora 1 nici nu stiu de ce dracu' scriu acum. Hai ca mai pun o postare diseara. (:|&lt;br /&gt;Mancamia-ti. :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7898316862226233103-8331758497608543597?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/8331758497608543597/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/03/ninge-coaie-ghicoceii-se-axfisiaza.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/8331758497608543597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/8331758497608543597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/03/ninge-coaie-ghicoceii-se-axfisiaza.html' title='Ninge coaie, ghicoceii se axfisiaza.'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-8104630409206877337</id><published>2010-03-07T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T23:30:03.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 martie. la multi ani, sau la mai multe pizde baieti.</title><content type='html'>Azi e 8 martie. Stiu ca sti, si eu stiu. Stiu ca azi barbatii si baietii isi fut banii din portofele pentru pizdele lasate acasa. Ca e momentu' in care alergicele la flori isi tin stranutu` in supapa ca au primit flori. E momentu in care pizdele sunt alintate mai mult decat plozii de 4 luni. Momentul in care toti copiii isi fut banii de oras si de pachet sau din alte surse sa cumpere mamicilor un cadou, ca a urmatoarea zi sa inceapa iar cearta. E ziua in care  in care se presupune ce pizdele stau cu pizda in sus si barbatii sunt niste sclavi. Cam dur, nu? Tinand cont ca si eu sunt fata. Ideea e ca nu imi pasa de ziua asta. NU vreau sa primesc cadouri, si daca le primesc nu o sa stau sa "schiaun" 'Vai ce cadou frumos! ;;) " Pula mea, gen.&lt;br /&gt;Ei si azi i-am luat si eu cadou lu' mama, chiar daca maine continua vesnicele certuri. Si ce pula mea sa fac cadou cu un buget de cacat? I-am luat o rama de poza din sticla, sa aibe ce sa curete de praf [javra sunt si eu] si ma duc mai incolo la Fujifilm sa scot o poza cu mine si cu ea, si daca mai ramand bani, defapt raman, dar daca nu-mi iau ceva de haleala poate ii iau si o cutie cu bomboane, pe care tot eu o s-o mananc.&lt;br /&gt;Dar ca in fiecare an imi apare intrebarea. Pula mea, noi elevii dam bani de cadouri, muncitori/muncitoarele pentru sefe si asa mai departe. Dar pentru acele muncitoare cine da bani sa faca o surpriza? Adica eu imi fut banii de bere sa-i iau lu' cutareasca cadou, si ea il arunca in coltu` sufrageriei alaturi de celelalte 29, iar mama si alte femei primesc doar un cacat de cadou de la copil. E un mare CACAT CU VARF.&lt;br /&gt;Si asa m-am decis eu din clasa a 8-a sa iau cei 10-15 lei de cadouri pentru profe si sa-i fut pe haleala, tutun sau alcool. Numa' de-a dracu', sa-mi fac si eu mie cadou.&lt;br /&gt;Nu sunt am saraca, stati calmi. Doar ca sufar de multa ura si scarba fata de tot.&lt;br /&gt;O zi bua, si la multi tuturor pizdelor. =]&lt;br /&gt;[ps: ca deobicei scuzati greselile]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7898316862226233103-8104630409206877337?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/8104630409206877337/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/03/8-martie-la-multi-ani-sau-la-mai-multe.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/8104630409206877337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/8104630409206877337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/03/8-martie-la-multi-ani-sau-la-mai-multe.html' title='8 martie. la multi ani, sau la mai multe pizde baieti.'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-5166573834242771625</id><published>2010-03-07T09:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T09:55:30.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ei ai mei.</title><content type='html'>Buna ziua, buna seara. Ha-ha am lasat balta blogul. Pai azi o sa vorbesc de 4 persoane speciale. Atat de speciale incat as fi in stare sa ma mut la ele in oras. Bine, as avea de ales intre Piatra Neamt si Braila.&lt;br /&gt;Pai o sa incep cu el. Cu "tatiii", cu persoana care ma asculta tot timpul, cu Tudor [Electric Paranoid]. Pot spune multe. L-am bagat in seama pe hi5 initial, pentru ca vazusem ca mai toate tipele "tru" din Mangalia vorbeau cu el. Mi-a dat id'ul si am inceput sa ne povestim unul altuia tot felul de chestii. Mai importante, mai putin importante, mai nasoale, mai vesele. In cateva zile am ajuns sa-l tin in inima mea langa Sabina. Amandoi sunt la fel de importanti. Tudor imi este aproape in toate momentele grele, imi da sfaturi, ma ajuta cum puate si cel mai important ma sustinue in ceea ce fac. Si de-asta il iubesc enorm. Ce sa mai spun despre momentele in care ma face sa rad cand ma cert cu mama sau etc. Cu ocazia asta, tin sa-ti multumesc pentru tot ceea ce faci. Te iubesc mult, tatiii si sper sa fi alaturi de mine mereu. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Acum o sa continui cu tampitele mele din Braila. Pai cum sa incep. Am postat pe youtube clipul de la concertul Guess Who si Spike, am comentat pe site-ul tu-r.ro, si am inceput sa discut cu Madu pe site. Mi-a dat id'u si am inceput sa vorbim pe mess. Tampenii, fantezii cu baietii, povestiri cretine, etc. Mi-a dat add si Laru, prietena ei, la fel si cu ea: tampenii, nebunii etc. La fel cu si cu sora lui Madu, Ambra. Ei bine, atunci ce am inceput sa facem? Conferinte. Da, noi suntem fetele de la Okapi, cum ne alintam noi. Avem Okapi confernce, si fantezii cu baietii. Vai de noi. :"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar tin sa mentionez ca asa tampite cum sunt ele, [eu sunt cretina, grad mai avansat] ma ajuta si ele la greu, cat pot si cum pot. Fetelor, va iubesc mult de tot, si abia astept sa ne vedem la vara sa mergem la concertele baietilor si sa dormim in cort. Va iubesc ENORM.&lt;br /&gt;PS: ca deobicei, scuzati-mi greselile, dar ma pregatesc de baie, si cred ca acum da apa pe afara. =]] haide pa. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7898316862226233103-5166573834242771625?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/5166573834242771625/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/03/ei-ai-mei.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/5166573834242771625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/5166573834242771625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/03/ei-ai-mei.html' title='Ei ai mei.'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-4583966265420402781</id><published>2010-02-13T06:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T06:23:54.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Who si Spike in TU-r.</title><content type='html'>Bun deci. Nu am mai postat de mult, dar postez azi deoarece este o zi speciala. Si am sa va povestesc despre concertul Guess Who si Spike. Ei bine...&lt;br /&gt;Initial trebuia sa merg la concert cu Sabb, dupa care sa dormim la tatal ei in Eforie. Totul era perfect. Cand joi seara imi spune ca nu se mai poate. Cand am auzit am simtit ca s-a dus lumea de sub picioarele mele, si da, am inceput sa plang vrei 4 ore. Printre siroaie de lacrimi incercam sa gasesc solutii sa mergem la concert. Ne-am zis ca mergem cu mircobuzu' si de adus acasa ne ia bunica-su din Constanta. Ei bine s-au incurcat lucrurile intr-un hal fara de hal, si mititica mea Sabb nu a mai avut voie la concert.&lt;br /&gt;Vineri dimineata, ajung la liceu, bineinteles cu nervi, plang doua ore, sunt pusa ca elev de servici pe etajul 2, mi se strica castile si nu ma mai inteleg cu nimeni. "Perfect". O suna pe mama si rezolv intr-un final sa merg cu ea. Ei na, mama? Da ma. E cea mai bestiala mama cand vine vorba de distractie.&lt;br /&gt;Ma duc la Diana acasa sa ma machieze si sa-mi faca parul. A iesit superb. O sa pun pe hi5 poza cu mine dupa ce m-a dichisit ea.&lt;br /&gt;La 5 vine mama, la 7 plecam, la 8 ajungem in fata clubului Wish, dar.... pustiu. Sun la club si aflu cu stupoare ca defapt se deschide la 11. Merg cu mama la un restaurant de langa, si fix cand ma rujam si eu ca fetele in baie se ia curentul pe partea cu clubul, implicit si in restaurant. Plec cu mama la ora 9 de acolo si mergem in City Mall. Acolo incep sa salivez dupa haine si baieti. Nimic iesit din comun.&lt;br /&gt;Ora 10, suntem in fata clubului, se aduna lume. Se face ora 11, afara frig, eu doar cu un tricou si o jacheta de primavara. Se face ora 12, unii pleaca. Eu si mama nu ne miscam din loc. Intr-un final vine curentul, se deschide clubul si intram. O pun pe mama la o masa, iau aparatul foto si ma duc in primul rand. Adorm cu capul pe sticla de apa, dar ma trezeste cineva: "Au intrat baietii de la Agresiv." Ma uit. Raman muta, nu-mi vine sa cred, visul meu devine realitate. In final Mitza ii prezinta pe Guess Who si Spike. Intra baietii in scena, incep canta, eu urlu, ei canta, eu cant, ei canta eu iar urlu. Dansez, filmez, pozez, salviez...da, orice face un fan disperat. Si la final ne dau 2 vesti: "Vestea proasta este ca s-a terminat...vestea buna e ca abia acum incepe. Mai avem 20 de orase."&lt;br /&gt;Pleaca baietii de pe scena, eu raman inca masca, si incep sa strig: "Guess Who, Guess Who, Guess Who!!". Dupa a inceput toata sala. Intra ei iar, canta melodia "Tu", si pleaca.&lt;br /&gt;La 4 dimineata plec si eu cu mama din club, neuitand a lua afisul cu baietii pentru al pune pe perete. Ajungem in gara, stam vreo 2 ore, langa noi niste baieti care ascultau Spike, mai sus niste boschetari si paznicul care urla la ei. La 6 dimineata luam autobuzul spre casa, adormim amandoua, fiind frante de oboseala, si in final ajungem acasa.&lt;br /&gt;Tin sa precizez la final, ca este ora 4 si un sfert, m-am sculat acum 20 de minute, sunt foarte ragusita, nu mai am glas, si picioarele ma dor intr-un hal fara de hal.&lt;br /&gt;Dar cum spuneam, a meritat tot efortul. Am pus pe youtube o filmare din club, cand cantau melodia "Tu", asa ca, watch it, rate it, coment it.&lt;br /&gt;Multumesc, o zi buna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EbDfQ9Nz4SU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EbDfQ9Nz4SU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7898316862226233103-4583966265420402781?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/4583966265420402781/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/02/guess-who-si-spike-in-tu-r.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/4583966265420402781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/4583966265420402781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/02/guess-who-si-spike-in-tu-r.html' title='Guess Who si Spike in TU-r.'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-2671697344171782757</id><published>2010-02-05T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T08:05:10.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O alta zi, alte cuvine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uKhP1BSiVg0/S2xBrI4pOQI/AAAAAAAAABk/NOevadEgi6o/s1600-h/HPIM6845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uKhP1BSiVg0/S2xBrI4pOQI/AAAAAAAAABk/NOevadEgi6o/s320/HPIM6845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434791059704592642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce as putea povesti de azi? Faptul ca m-am sculat la ora 12, cum face orice copil in vacanta? Faptul ca am stat pe mess, cum face orice copil zilnic?&lt;br /&gt;Ei bine, sunt si unele lucruri care nu le face orice copil. Acum cateva zile mi-am reactivat contul pe deviantART si ma bucur ENORM. De ce? Am cunoscut multi oameni si inca mai cunosc. Pentru cei care nu stiu, deviantART-ul este un mod de a socializa mult mai rafinat decat hi5-ul [am si de ala, nu-i nimic]. Ideea e ca aici pui poze, nu oarecare, ci artistice, care sa reprezinte ceva. Iar pentru micii cocalari. A pune 50 de poze facute la web in 5 minute in care ai bratele pline de "haur" iar fetele au fata plina de mazga nacleioasa, nu inseamna deloc artistic. A face o poza artistica presupune a sti sa gasesti frumosul in urat, pe un camp banal plin de paie sa sti sa gasesti "maruntaiele" care le-ai putea poza. A face o poza artistica inseamna a-ti zbate creierul, nu prea mult timp, ci in deajuns in cat a nu pierde momentul oportun. Cam atat cu teoria.&lt;br /&gt;Iar acum stiu ca o sa fiu egoista sau prea infumurata, dar eu consider ca am talent in a face poze mai speciale, mai deobisete. O parte interesanta a acestui "hobby" este faptul ca am inceput cu niste poze destul de banale si am ajuns mult mai sus, iar acum studiind pe net si in carti despre aparatele foto profesionale am ajuns sa imi doresc si eu unul. Dar aici a intervenit o parte grea pe care in final am rezolvat-o.&lt;br /&gt;Unii dintre prietenii mei, in general cei care ma cunosc de mica, stiu ca tot timpul m-am lasat de ce am inceput: dansuri moderne, tenis, volei, dansuri populare, inot, canto, chitara, poezie [bine, poezii scriu mai rar dar nu ca inainte] si mai multe. Si stiind parintii mei prin cate au trecut cu mine, mi-au trantit in fata replica grea "De unde stiu eu ca nu te lasi de chestia asta in 2 saptamani?" Printre mii si mii de rugaminti si promisiuni si multe alte juraminti etc. am ajuns la un comun de acord. Deci de ziua mea sau dupa nu stiu exact voi primii mult asteptatul meu aparat foto.&lt;br /&gt;Bun, cam atat cu postarea de azi. Acum ma duc la o mica plimbare cu draga mea nebuna Sabina.&lt;br /&gt;V-am pupat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7898316862226233103-2671697344171782757?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/2671697344171782757/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-alta-zi-alte-cuvine.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/2671697344171782757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/2671697344171782757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-alta-zi-alte-cuvine.html' title='O alta zi, alte cuvine.'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uKhP1BSiVg0/S2xBrI4pOQI/AAAAAAAAABk/NOevadEgi6o/s72-c/HPIM6845.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-6728435190250251099</id><published>2010-02-04T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T16:32:24.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Criza de ras. Treaza de 30 de ore.</title><content type='html'>Azi am sa scriu baliverne, porcarii inutile si scarboase.&lt;br /&gt;Am avut noapte alba, mi-am reparat "iubirelul" ce mama ma-sii. Toata noaptea am lucrat pe deviantART, am modificat poze, am ascultat muzica. Tot ce face un copil psihopat obsedat dupa o bucata mare de metal. Mi-am "impartasit" sentimentele cu pc'ul meu de ieri de la ora 18 pana acum ora 10:20 incontinuu. NU ma opresc.&lt;br /&gt;Ei si iata ca a sosit dimineata, tovarasa mea scumpa s-a intors de la munte si a intrat pe mess. Logic ca de cum a intrat am luat-o la torturi si chestii de-ale noastre. Si hop. Mi-am pus o poza la avatar cu un tip "bunoc" in termeni de hi5, pentru agatat. [da ma si eu il folosesc pe hi5, recunosc, ei si?!?!] A inceput o mica "ciondaneala". Ba ca seamana cu Nick de la Jonas Brothers ba cu alt frate cretin de-al lor. Si ma apuca pe mine o criza de vorbe scarboase combinate cu mancare. Iata ce a iesit:&lt;br /&gt;Sabb: de unde e asta ma? din balalaica? =))&lt;br /&gt;Adrina: de la mama dracu' ***** 8-&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabb: :))&lt;br /&gt;Adrina: asta e d-ala din congelator =))&lt;br /&gt;Adrina: rezistent la inghet =))&lt;br /&gt;Sabb: =))))))&lt;br /&gt;Sabb: zici k faci reclama :))&lt;br /&gt;Adrina: sa`l tarai in pat =p~&lt;br /&gt;Sabb: scump doamna scump&lt;br /&gt;Sabb: :)))&lt;br /&gt;Adrina: sa`l tarai in pat =p~&lt;br /&gt;Sabb: =))&lt;br /&gt;Adrina: sa`l frec cu crema @-)&lt;br /&gt;Sabb: sa`l faci muci&lt;br /&gt;Adrina: sa`l tavalesc in tort =))&lt;br /&gt;Sabb: :))&lt;br /&gt;Adrina: sa`l fut in ciorba&lt;br /&gt;Adrina: =))&lt;br /&gt;Sabb: =)))))&lt;br /&gt;Adrina: asta a fost buna&lt;br /&gt;Adrina: =))&lt;br /&gt;Adrina: sa`i dau in ciulama :x&lt;br /&gt;Adrina: sa`l gauresc in tocana b-)&lt;br /&gt;Sabb: :))&lt;br /&gt;Sabb: vai&lt;br /&gt;Sabb: saracu&lt;br /&gt;Sabb:  :-s&lt;br /&gt;Adrina: fata eu mor de ras esti tampita? =))&lt;br /&gt;Sabb: doar cand ma gandesc&lt;br /&gt;Sabb:  :))&lt;br /&gt;Adrina: sa`l fugaresc in tochitura :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabb: ca tu esti doar  UNA =))&lt;br /&gt;Adrina: sa`l alerg in gem=))&lt;br /&gt;Sabb: =))))))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;Adrina: :-?&lt;br /&gt;Adrina: sa`l sug in zacusca :-"&lt;br /&gt;Sabb.: da-te dracu' =)))&lt;br /&gt;Adrina: sa i`l sug in sarmale&lt;br /&gt;Sabb: =))))&lt;br /&gt;Adrina: sa i`o dau la bot in racitura =))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;Sabb: eo ma duc sa despachetez si sa mananc ... da nu cred ca mai mananc&lt;br /&gt;Sabb: =)))&lt;br /&gt;Adrina: logic, cand deschid eu gura ti se face stomacu` cat puricele =)) hai pofta buna &gt;:D&lt; =)) OK. dar daca ma opream aici era dragut. Dar cuuuuuum?!?!?! Eu?! Copilu` distrus pe care cand il apuca nu ii trece? neaaa. M-am dus in "vizita" la Elghin, si i-am trimis conversatia. Si i-am mai dat si lui o serie de "proverbe". Adrina: sa`l sorb in batista =)) Adrina: sa i`o dau in plachia de peste =)) Elghin: iti dau ign sa mor eo Elghin: :)) Adrina: de ce? Elghin: k imi vine sa vomit Elghin: :)) Adrina: bine Adrina: sa i`o sug in crema de ciocolata :D Adrina: e mai bine? :"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elghin: :-&amp;amp; :-&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;Adrina: da` sti ce i-am zis lu` sabb? :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrina: ca i`as pune tipului niste frisca pe sfarcuri si l`as linge senzual =))))&lt;br /&gt;Elghin: gata mah :-&amp;amp; =))))&lt;br /&gt;Sfarsit!&lt;br /&gt;Haideti. Spuneti-mi ca sunt cea mai scarboasa fata, ca n-am pic de maniere. Sau poate nu am cei "7 de ani de acasa." Nu-mi pasa. Spuneti-mi ca nu fac glume bune. Ca mai bine inchid blogu` decat sa scriu asa ceva. Oricum nici de-a dracu' n-as face-o.&lt;br /&gt;Si in final. Sabb si Elghin, va urez o zi cat mai plina de mancare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7898316862226233103-6728435190250251099?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/6728435190250251099/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/02/criza-de-ras-treaza-de-30-de-ore.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/6728435190250251099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/6728435190250251099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/02/criza-de-ras-treaza-de-30-de-ore.html' title='Criza de ras. Treaza de 30 de ore.'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-3593985434881481375</id><published>2010-02-03T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T10:05:51.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Utv</title><content type='html'>De inceput: scuzati ca nu am postat zilele acestea dar am avut PC`ul stricat.&lt;br /&gt;In postul acesta o sa imi arat indignarea fata de postul de televiziune Utv care in fata mea e un rahat. Da, rahat, cacat, excrement, in fine.&lt;br /&gt;Deci, prin septembrie a fost un concurs "Michael Jackson-This is it". Trebuia sa te inscrii, sa scri ceva despre Michael, sa pui o poza reprezentativa sau sa pui un clip video si aveai sansa sa castigi 2 bilete in Los Angeles, sau alte 100 de bilelte la film in Bucuresti. Cum castigai? Prin voturile de la prieteni. Ei bine, am zis ca cele 2 bilete nu am cum, dar macar printre primii 100 sa fiu ca sa merg sa vad si eu filmul, sa nu mor proasta. Bun. Imi storc creierii vreo 2 ore sa scriu acolo sentimenele mele pentru Michael Jackson intr-un mod cat mai frumos si cat mai elevat, fac un colaj cu mine si el, imi mai frec vreo 3 ore ochii pe google sa iau niste poze sa fac un video frumos si postez tot. Incep sa dau mass-uri in lista mea, in liste la prieteni, in id-uri mai vechi sa strang voturi. Ziua finala, se anuntau pe site castigatorii. Eu eram pe locul 52 sau 53. Intru pe site si vad tot felul de nume, doar ca al meu nu era. Sun la ei, raspunde o domnisorica cu un ton sictirit, si ma intreaba: "Ce doriti?". Ii explic ca eram printre primii 100, dar ca numele meu nu apare pe site. Ea imi tranteste: "Pai sunt invitatii duble pentru primii 50." Atunci m-am enervat cumplit. Citisem regulamentul si tot de vreo 5 ori si nu scria asa ceva. "Pai domnisorica, pe site nu scrie nicaieri porcaria asta. Ce mama dracului, va bateti joc de noi? Scrie clar [primii 100 primesc bilet]. Chiar credeti ca sunt atat de proasta sau chioara?", tipa tot pe sictirul de la inceput "Nu stiu draguta, eu ti-am zis si nu mai injura ca inchid." "Pai lasa-ma dracu` ca inchid eu inainte."&lt;br /&gt;Bani pentru film oricum aveam, ca era si in Constanta. Pana la urma l-am si vazut. Dar m-a scos din minti faptul ca ne-au mintit in fata si tonul papusicii de la telefon. Si alta chestie care m-a scos din minti a fost faptul ca norocosii castigatori erau pustoi si pustoaice cu varste intre 11-14 ani, care la descriere aveau "I luoOoOovE Meichal Jekson" si alta porcarii.&lt;br /&gt;Pe viitor, ca sa nu imi mai stric zilele o sa imi cumpar direct bilete la film sau ce altceva ar mai dori sufletelul meu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7898316862226233103-3593985434881481375?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/3593985434881481375/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/02/utv.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/3593985434881481375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/3593985434881481375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/02/utv.html' title='Utv'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-1676962642615160248</id><published>2010-01-27T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T07:30:49.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viata de licean.</title><content type='html'>Dupa cum am scris si in primul post, sunt la liceu. Si ador sa spun asta. De ce? Pai, poate ca nu am niste colegi de clasa cu care sa ies zilnic in plimbari dar am niste colegi cu care rad mereu la orice ora.&lt;br /&gt;Si de aceea vreau sa va spun ce am facut azi. Pai ca deobicei a sosit fabuloasa ora de romana. Da, da, da: Eminescu, verbe, epopee si alte chestii care nu ma atrag deloc. Si atunci ce sa fac? Ca deobicei incep sa rad de proful de romana. Nu sunt genul de elev care sa isi bata joc de profesori in fata, dar cu un coleg doi pot sa rad. Ma duc in banca cu iubita mea colega Diana cu care fac mereu caterinca, si incepem un sir lung de glume pe seama profului. Ca deobicei imi pune un 3 in caietul meu dar rasetele continua. Si de ce imi place sa stau cu Diana cand fac caterinca? Ei bine, ar trebui sa o auziti cum rade si inca un lucru: fata asta stie sa aprecieze glumele. Nu o sa rada niciodata la o cheste nasoala doar ca tu sa te simti bine. As vrea sa dau exemple de glume dar nu as putea pentru ca sunt prea porcoase.&lt;br /&gt;Ce imi mai place mie in viata de licean? Pai imi place ca in fiecare pauza sa ascult Guess Who, imi place cand fac proiecte pentru scoala si profesorii ma lauda, imi place cand iau o nota mare unde nimeni nu se astepta si toti sa se mire si nu in ultimul rand imi place cand scapam cu 2-3 ore mai devreme.&lt;br /&gt;In incheiere tin sa urez la multi ani colegilor mei Miky si Gabi. :-*&lt;br /&gt;PS: scuzati orice greseala gramaticala sau de care o fi, dar PC`ul meu este stricat si sunt la minunabila mea prietena Sabina [Sabb] si nu ma lasa sa scriu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7898316862226233103-1676962642615160248?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/1676962642615160248/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/01/viata-de-licean.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/1676962642615160248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/1676962642615160248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/01/viata-de-licean.html' title='Viata de licean.'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7898316862226233103.post-1765392298269889801</id><published>2010-01-26T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T12:10:18.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Primul post.</title><content type='html'>Buna tuturor. Sunt Adrina, o mica adolescenta de 15 ani. Incep prin a spune ca sunt constienta de faptul ca blogul mai nou este o moda. Ei si? Moda, nemoda mi-am facut. Nu este primul. Ci al doilea. Primul....pai sa ma gandesc. Mi-am batut joc de el editandu-l intr-un hal, incat nu mai stiam sa-l repar. Plus ca era STUPID.&lt;div&gt;Acum vorbind despre mine. Pentru multi sunt ciudata, nebuna, sarita de pe fix etc. Dar in sufletul meu sunt mai mult de atat. Sunt o "pestoaica" sentimentala, incarcata cu iubire si multa sensibilitate. Plang. Si plang mult. De ce? Nu ma intreba. Rad. Si rad mult. De ce? Ei...pentru ca viata e frumoasa asa cum e ea. Imi iubesc parintii mai mult decat orice pe lume. Stiu ca multi cred ca o urasc pe mama dar, dupa cum spuneam: undeva departe, ferit de ochii lumii, sufletul meu are senitmente diverse pentru toti. Mama imi este alaturi mereu, ma sustine cum poate iar tata...tata este plecat peste "mari si tari" si ma sustine in fiecare seara pe Skype. Dar e tati, sunt fata lui tati deci... sustinerea cea mai mare de la el e cea financiara. Sunt materialista. As vrea toti banii din lume DOAR PENTRU MINE. Stiu sunt si egoista. Nu as da 1 leu nimanui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Continuam. Imi iubesc prietenii. ENORM. Sabina este cea care de 8 ani de zile are grija ca eu sa raman nebuna cum ma stiu toti, si are grija sa ma distrez mereu [cu tot cu certurile zilnice]. Vally este cea pe care oricat as vrea sa o uit nu as putea. De ce? Pentru ca alaturi de ea vara 2009 a fost cea mai frumoasa vara. Si tin sa ii multumesc pentru zilele acelea. Elghin este fratele meu mai mare. Da, suntem a 9a amandoi, dar cand  imi da sfaturi simt ca le primesc de la cineva mai mare si pentru asta il iubesc nespus. Iti multumesc ca in clipele grele ma sustii. Pe toti va iubesc enorm. Si pe cei pe care nu i-am scris aici. Nu vreau sa imi sara nimeni in cap, dar ei 3 au fost, sunt si vor fi cei care STIU SIGUR ca ma vor ajuta la greu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despre mine atat va scriu. Restul aflati pe parcurs.&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/7898316862226233103-1765392298269889801?l=nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/feeds/1765392298269889801/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/01/primul-post.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/1765392298269889801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7898316862226233103/posts/default/1765392298269889801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuante-de-alb.blogspot.com/2010/01/primul-post.html' title='Primul post.'/><author><name>Adrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16639888624556118184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-sygF3cgVc/Tw9bqodLx2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z5QJHizig4A/s220/P1080675.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
